Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2015 02:49:07 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 279  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 279
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: They meet at last – Jason, the handsome, muscular
fireman; and the equally stunning young muscle-god Grady, set to star in a
big-budget Tarzan movie. Gym jocks, fond of mirrors, the two athletes
compete in a narcissistic contest of strength, muscle-worship and sexual
prowess. The climax parallels the movie where two jungle heroes in
loincloths battle for supremacy, with the loser's ass as the prize.

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Chapter 279 – "JASON & GRADY – RIVAL ATHLETES"


The `three amigos' had been plotting – always a risky thing.  Ben had
been complaining to Brandon and Eddy that his master Jason had still not
spent time with Grady.  There had been an obvious attraction between the
two men when they briefly met at the group dinner and Jason had thrown out
an open-ended invitation for Grady to work out with him at Jason's home.
"But nothing's happened," Eddie said, "so we gotta make it happen.  Agreed,
men?"

"Agreed," said Ben.  "After all, dudes, your masters Pete and Hassan got to
fuck that hunky movie star so it's only fair that we get to see Jason do
the same.  What d'ya say, Brandon?"

"Well, shouldn't be too difficult.  I happen to have Grady's work schedule
for when we might have to do that pool-boy rescue stunt to avoid the
paparazzi, and he sure ain't working this weekend.  So how about Friday
after work?"

Ben was elected to get the ball rolling which he did that night when he
went down as usual to Jason's house by the Arroyo.  After Jason had made
love to Ben and they were lying in each other's arms Ben brought the
subject up.  "Er, you know that guy Grady, sir?"

Jason chuckled, "Hard to miss a guy like that, kiddo.  Sure wouldn't mind
tangling with that stud in the gym."

"I'm glad you bought that up, sir" (ignoring the fact that it was Ben
himself who had mentioned the subject) "`cos we was thinking that it's
about time you and Grady got together, sir, and like, worked out or
something.  Kind of, say," he bit his tongue ... "er, next Friday evening?"

"Fine... like I said, I wanna meet the guy.  So whatever.  Let's do it."

"Oh..."  Ben turned on his side and looked straight at Jason with his baby
blue eyes that were so like his big brother Randy's.  "There was one other
thing ... well me and the guys were wondering ... you know, Eddie and
Brandon and me... well, we was wondering if we could like watch you work
out together.  You know, we work out too and we like to study and pick up
tips from the experts like you and Grady, sir, so ..."

"Kiddo, what have I told you?  Never bullshit a bullshitter.  Cut the
tips-from-the-experts crap and face it – you just wanna watch two hot
jocks working out together – and whatever else happens.  Anyway, you
know me, kid – I love an audience.  I'd like to get to know this New
Tarzan character before he gets rich and famous.  Just make sure Eddie and
Brandon get permission from Hassan and Pete.

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

As soon as Eddie and Brandon got the good word from Ben they went to work
on Grady.  The next day they decided to use two pool boys in their usual
bluff with the paparazzi to `rescue' Grady incognito from his house and
take him up to Steve's where he was living – his privacy fortress.  When
he emerged from under the blanket they used to smuggle him out Grady was
immediately aware, as he sat in the truck beside them, that they were
ganging up on him.

"You know, sir," Brandon began, "you've met almost every guy in the tribe
now but still not Ben's master Jason.  He was in a fireman's calendar once,
you know – the August page – and ..."

"Hey, kid, you don't have to sell me on how gorgeous the guy is.  And I've
seen that calendar – awesome dude.  The time I met him briefly at dinner
he suggested we should get together sometime in his gym.  "

"Well now's the time, sir," Eddie blurted out, relieved that Grady was
suddenly making it easier for them.  They relayed Ben's conversation and
Grady was all for it.  "I knew when I laid eyes on that hunk that the two
of us would eventually come face to face in the time-honored spirit of
athletic competition.

And so it was that on Friday evening the same two `pool boys' picked Grady
up from his house and drove him down to Jason's small, rustic house by the
Arroyo Seco.  Ben was already there and explained that Jason had been
delayed by a big fire event and would come straight home from that at the
end of his shift.  It turned out to be a good half hour before they heard
the screech of brakes outside the gates, all heads turned and they saw the
fireman stride in.

Grady did a double take.  Only in the calendar had Grady seen the man in
his heavy work gear – shirtless in his heavy yellow pants and red
suspenders over his bare chest.  Now he was in full gear and as he pulled
off the heavy helmet Grady saw the blond hair matted over his high
forehead, his chiseled features running with sweat and streaked with smoke
smudges.

"Hey, boys," he said cheerfully.  "Grady, my man, sorry I'm late.  The boys
been taking care of you?"  He strode forward and shook Grady's hand with a
vise-like grip.  Deep inside his work pants Jason's cock stirred as he
perused Grady who, as always, had not dressed to look sexy – he didn't
have to.  Just his usual gym shorts, sneakers and loose tank were enough to
show off his perfect physique.

Grady sat down at the table with the boys and watched while Jason said,
"Shit, you don't know how long I've been wanting to get rid of this heavy
jacket.  I almost stripped shirtless in the middle of the damn fire."
(Another cock twinge all round.)

He shucked off the big fireman's jacket and Grady realized that Jason was
putting on a show.  He had heard from most of the guys that Jason always
put on a show.  Fine by him.  Grady found narcissism sexy.  He wasn't
beyond a bit of mirror-love himself.

But this show turned out to be a real cock-stiffener.  Jason's dark blue
regulation T-shirt was wringing wet and he quickly pushed the wide red
suspenders off his shoulders and pulled the T-shirt off over his head.
Slowly he wiped his face clean of soot and sweat with the T-shirt, then
wiped his neck and around the slim waist inside the waistband of his pants,

With the suspenders dangling at the sides of his pants Jason walked over to
the outdoor shower and stood under it, letting the cascade of water pour
over his head, down his rippling muscles and over his flameproof pants.  It
was quite a show and as Grady watched he realized how badly he wanted the
guy.

Jason pulled his suspenders up over his bare chest, which only served to
highlight the full beauty of his torso.  This was exactly the way he looked
in the calendar.  He shook the water from his hair and straddled a chair at
the table, gratefully grabbing the ice-cold beer Ben had brought for him.

"Phew, that feels better."  Jason raised his bottle in a toast to Grady.
"OK, big guy, here's to new compadres.  I have a feeling we'll hit it off
big time."

Grady raised his bottle and as he gazed into Jason's eyes it was as if he
saw exactly what made the man tick – the beauty, of course, the
openness, masculinity, but the narcissism too, which indicated exactly what
Jason wanted.

Suddenly Grady knew what he wanted too.  With all the other guys it had
been almost routine.  They took one look at Grady and wanted to fuck him –
which was great by him.  But this time it was different somehow.  He wanted
something different.

As for the boys – they wanted whatever they could get from the two
gorgeous, muscular jocks eyeing each other.  And they knew they would get
it.

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

"So," Jason said between sips of beer, "you've been working out with Randy
twice a day I hear.  That guy can be pretty punishing but he knows what
he's doing and I gotta say, pal, the results are right there."  He touched
Grady's chest with his bottle, raised it in salute and took another sip.

He leaned back in his chair.  "Course, you always were a looker – best
there is.  I've seen that billboard on Sunset with you in your skivvies
causing traffic accidents as everyone braked to get a better look.  If you
were a fireman you would have been in the calendar for sure – right next
to my picture."  That was his usual touch of vanity showing –
competitive narcissism.

The boys grinned at each other.  They had already put the calendar picture
next to a magazine shot of the near-naked model and discussed heatedly who
was the sexier of the two.  They had even played a game where they jerked
off looking at the pictures, then had to confess which of the guys they had
been looking at when they shot their load.

Jason grinned sexily and leaned toward Grady conspiratorially across the
table.  "Hey, handsome, wanna know a secret?"  The boys leaned forward too,
trying hard not to be too obvious about it.  They knew better than to get
in the way of two masters, especially when confiding in each other like
this, but this was pure gold – secrets between two muscle-god jocks like
these.  Darius should have been filming this.

Jason couldn't miss their fascination and looked at the three boy sternly.
"OK, you kids set this meeting up and you're here for the afternoon, which
is all fine and good, provided you never breathe a word of what me and
Grady talk about.  That clear?"

Eddie, predictably, like a wide-eyed urchin, slid his fingers tips across
pursed lips, zipping them up and turned the key at the corner.  Ben said,
"You know me, sir – never kiss and tell."  And Brandon, sitting in his
wheelchair, simply nodded vigorously and blinked his wide eyes rapidly
under his black framed glasses.  No one could resist that and Jason ruffled
his hair with a smile.  "Ok, kiddo, no reason we can't all have a bit of
fun, eh?"

Then Jason leaned closer to Grady. "Now this is something I would never
tell Bob or Randy or the other guys `cos it's ... well, I already got a
reputation among the guys of being – you know, kinda vain and all when I
work out in front of a mirror – and I wouldn't want them to think I was
this total weirdo who did bizarro stuff like ..."

"Like what, Jason?" Grady egged him on, intrigued.  "I won't think it's
`bizarro' (love that word, dude).  Hey, me and a lot of guys I knew at the
gym used to pose and admire ourselves in the mirror after a tough workout.
Check out the progress, you know.  It's only natural – you work hard for
it, might as well flaunt it to yourself.

"And, fuck, if the reflection was so damn hot that it turned me on, dammit,
if I was all alone I'd jack off looking at myself.  All those guys on
Sunset did it looking at my billboard, why should I be left out?  Had some
of my best orgasms that way ..." he blushed ... "'til I met all the guys up
at the house and they, well, seemed to get off, like, fucking me and
stuff."

He trailed off, seeing in his mind so many images of great-looking guys
screwing him.  Then he shook his head and grinned at Jason.  "OK, stud, now
that I've spilled my guts, what's this great secret of yours?  Can't be
much more `bizarro' than mine."

Jason leaned even closer across the table.  "Well, see, you know how that
billboard picture of yours was reproduced forever in magazines?  I saw it
in one of the big glossies, cut out the page and stuck it in the side of my
gym mirror so I could see it while I was working out.  And you know how at
the gym you get inspiration watching other guys' ripped muscles?  Well I
got that inspiration from your picture.  Weird but true.

"Frankly, man, you have one of the finest physiques I have seen in a long
time, so while I exercised different body parts I looked at your traps,
your pecs, abs, bi's and tri's, lats, waist, thighs, calves ... shit I
could go on and on ... the gorgeous total package.  And shit did that make
me work hard to try and compete!

"Course, it didn't stop there.  It was those fucking green eyes of yours
... I thought they were looking at me ... even thought you were getting the
same inspiration from my body that I was getting from yours.  It was like
the ultimate gym partner.  You know, not just two regular guys helping each
other, but two jocks gazing at each other, like mirror images, copying each
other, competing with each other ... getting off on each other ...

"Well, there was that too of course.  Hell, man, you are fucking supremo so
of course I got off on you.  Like you said, guys often jerk off looking at
themselves after their workout – I sure do, almost every time unless I
fuck Ben here.  But finally here was a jock at least as hot as me and I had
someone else to jerk off to after the session.

"And here's the deal, dude.  My ultimate fantasy was that, after working
out face to face – mirrors of each other – you would beat your meat
and cum getting off on me.  I mean, you are one hot fucking dude but I'm
not exactly chopped liver.  Shit, man I'm on the August page!"

That made Grady throw his head back and laugh raucously.  "Dude, now that
is seriously bizarro."

Jason looked hurt and blushed.  "Man, you said you wouldn't say that.  I
kinda even thought you'd get off on it."

"Hey, let me finish, man.  I was gonna say, `seriously bizarro ... and
smoking hot!'  Your imagination can match mine any day of the week –
your body too.  Hell, I'd love to see those mirror images compete.  What do
you say, guys?"

Grady's sudden attention on the boys caught them unawares and they
instinctively tried to stuff their dicks back in their shorts.  All three
had been stroking them hard as they listened to Jason's fantasy with
mounting excitement.

The men laughed and Jason said, "Well, buddy, I guess that speaks for
itself.  No doubt how the boys feel about it.  But, dudes, you don't have
to stop.  Keep pumping ... that's what this is all about.  I have a feeling
this is gonna be one of those no-holds-barred gym workouts, right buddy?"

"You got it, pal."

Jason took another swig of beer and stared at Grady, shaking his head.
"Glad I met you before all this major stardom thing takes over.  And when
at last you're swinging from the trees on the big screen I can say to
myself, `I worked out with that stud up there and for a while we were gym
buddies' – and hell, maybe I even got to fuck that gorgeous ass.  Not
many guys can say they fucked the hottest Tarzan ever to hit the screen.
I'll probably go to a movie theater and jack off in the dark watching you
and remembering.

"Course, by then you'll be living in your big mansion in the hills with
security up the wazoo and all kinds of rich and famous pals, jetting all
over the world.  But kids, you're my witnesses that today, at least, I got
to go head to head with my buddy Grady.  And maybe you too, Grady, will
sometimes even remember your old fireman pal and think, `wonder whatever
happened to that guy Jason?'  `Course by then you'll be way out of my
league and ..."

"STOP!"  Grady leapt to his feet.  "Stop, man ... stop saying those
things."  He paced round the table with his hands pressed to the sides of
his head trying to blot out the sound.  Jason looked startled and glanced
at the boys with a did-I-say-something-wrong? look of confusion.  The boys
too were stunned by the sudden change of mood but they, at least, had some
idea of what troubled Grady.

And he soon made it clear.  "Jason, no offence, man, but what you're
describing is exactly what I don't want and frankly it scares me shitless –
all this talk of rich and famous and moving on up to the jet-set.  And it's
all total bullshit.

"Listen, here's the down and dirty truth.  I am a charter member of what
they call in Hollywood the `fucking lucky club'.  I was a good-looking guy
from the middle of nowhere who hit town and by some fluke got seen by a
modeling agency that signed me on.  I went up for a job as the face and
body of a new underwear campaign and, out of hundreds of great looking
guys, god knows why but they picked me.

"You saw what happened with that and I was blown away by all the attention,
the traffic-stopping billboard, magazines ... men and women saying they
wanted to meet me, offering their bodies to me.  I kinda ran to ground and
promised myself that whatever ever else happened in my career I would never
lose myself to all that crap and start believing that my own PR was all
real.  `Cos it's not.  They build you up one day and then wait for the day
they can tear you down.

"Anyway, the ad campaign caught the attention of the producers of this big
new movie.  They were searching internationally for the `New Tarzan' – a
new actor, not a big name – and they asked me to audition.  Well, you
know how that turned out.  And it scares the bejesus out of me – the
pressure, the paparazzi bullshit.  I wouldn't have survived if I hadn't met
Steve and Lloyd, and then all you other guys.  It was like I found my home
... and what terrifies me is that they'll try to take me away from all this
and turn me into something I'm not – kinda like you described, Jason."

His tone softened.  "Aw fuck, I'm sorry man, venting like this, laying all
my garbage on you.  But ... but ... hey, Brandon."  Brandon looked up in
surprise with tears in his eyes.  "They try to make out I'm something
special but it's you, kid, who are really special, with that wheelchair
thing, your fight for independence, the way you drive a truck and a motor
bike.  But what was it you wanted more than anything when you first met
this group of guys?"

Brandon blinked behind his glasses and said confidently, "That's easy, sir.
I just wanted to be treated like one of the boys – nothing different, no
specials, no extras, just – one of the guys."

"Bingo!  And you are one of the guys, kiddo – hell, nobody even thinks
about the wheelchair anymore.  And that's what I want – to be one of the
guys.  Forget that jet-set crapola.  You guys – this tribe thing you got
going – are all I need.  You know something?  You three boys – you
`three amigos' – are some of the best pals I ever had – that crazy
pool-boy stunt you pull to protect my privacy, you make a game of it.  I
love it with you guys and so this talk of soon being out of your league,
and having to ..."

Grady's eyes filled with tears and he turned his back on them in
embarrassment.  "Shit fucking damn," he said, turning to face Jason.
"Fucking dickhead – I had to go and shoot my mouth off didn't I?  Things
were going so well too – you and me, Jason, we really clicked and you're
so fucking hot and ... and now I've fucked everything up pouring out my
bullshit troubles like that."

There was a stunned silence. The boys had stopped playing with their cocks
and all had tears in their eyes.  Instinctively Jason looked at Brandon who
gave a directional nod toward Grady. Jason stood up, hesitated, then walked
up to Grady and took him in his arms.

"Hey, man, I was the dickhead, gabbing like that.  I had no idea all this
was going on with you but I'm real glad you said what you did."  He gazed
into his eyes and pressed their lips together in a long, lingering kiss –
exploring their mouths as a first step to all the exploration to follow.

Jason pulled back and stammered, "Look, man, I'm not good at putting
feeling into words ..." he shrugged with a wacky grin ... "good old
narcissistic airhead Jason.  But ... I really like you, man.  When I first
saw you – perfect face, perfect body – I thought, hmm I could go for
that ... little muscle worship, voyeurism, then fuck the shit out of you.
Tell you the truth, I must have been a bit jealous – a man as hot
looking as me and a movie star into the bargain.  Maybe that's why I said
what I did.  But it's ... kinda different now."

He gulped.  "Shit this is hard – as a talker I make a great fireman.
But well, like, could we just rewind, go back to before I opened my big
mouth?  What was it I was saying?  `This is gonna be one of those
no-holds-barred gym workouts?'  Well, as you say in the movies, could we do
a retake on that scene – from the top?"  He turned to the boys for
support.  "What d'ya say kids?"

Eddie and Ben stood up, Brandon rocked his wheelchair, and they cheered and
whistled.  "Yeah ... fuck yeah."  Eddie couldn't resist.  "Like they say in
the movies, sirs, `Lights – Cameras – Action!"

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

Jason held Grady at arms' length.  "OK, dude, so let's see why they picked
you out of thousands.  What makes you so damn special, anyway?  Let's see
what you got, big guy.  Twenty buck says you can't make me shoot jizz all
over you."

Grady rose to the challenge with a "Fuck you, fireman, you think you're so
damned hot – Mr. August, huh?  Get a load of this."  Grady could put on
a show every bit as erotic as Jason.

Barefoot but still in his old gym shorts and loose tank Grady strode over
to the outdoor shower Jason had used and turned it on.  He raised his
handsome face and let water pour over the square cut, masculine features,
down his neck and over his gym clothes, making the tank stick to the
flawless pecs and body.  The slabs of his pecs and ridges of his eight-pack
abs were dramatically outlined under the almost transparently thin tank.

His shorts clung to his muscled thighs and there was no mistaking the
outline of his long rod slanting down from his balls.  "Holy shit, dude,"
Jason breathed, "you are something else again."

Grady walked the few steps to Jason's open air gym on the patio and prowled
around, sizing up the equipment.  "You got some cool gear here, buddy.  Ah,
yeah, gymnastic rings, my favorites.  Not too many gyms have these and
you've got two pairs."  He admired the pairs of rings hanging at the end of
ropes from the roof – basic gymnastic equipment.  "Hell, I can rehearse
my Tarzan swinging form vine to vine on these."

He jumped up, caught hold of the rings and did a few basic gymnastic moves,
curling up and over, then holding the rings out straight to the sides, the
toughest position to maintain, one that made his pecs, shoulders and arms
flex to the max.

But he dropped to the floor and said, "I gotta see this."  He pulled the
loose tank down off his shoulders and let it hang loosely round his waist,
then resumed the same position in the rings.  The boys gasped loudly,
watching in disbelief as Grady's wet muscles bulged in one of the hottest
displays of muscular beauty they had ever seen.  With his arms stretched
straight to the sides, the muscle-jock's body was ultra-tense, muscles
rippling, veins popping, his jaw clenched with determination, beads of
sweat forming on his brow.

Without even thinking, Jason unzipped his pants, pulled out his long pole
and stroked it, dazzled by the homoerotic sight before him.  "Man," Jason
moaned, "I've looked at myself doing that and once busted my load all over
the mirror, but you look fucking spectacular, dude.  I'm having second
thoughts about that bet."

"Oh yeah?" Grady growled through clenched teeth.  I'll raise you twenty if
you can watch for a count of fifteen without cumming over this body.  The
boys, jumping up and down, made the bet official when Ben shouted, "We'll
do the count, sirs."

Grady dropped to the floor and said, "We're on, then, big guy.  Oh, just
one thing first.  He pulled down his gym shorts and the tank from his
waist.  Underneath he was wearing the familiar black briefs, just like he
had in the billboard.  Jason inhaled sharply.  "Holy shit, that looks –
you never said anything about ...  Oh what the hell," Jason grinned with
admiration and lust.  "No way you can hold that for fifteen seconds, man,
not even you.  My money's safe.

With a defiant smile Grady once more jumped up and grabbed the rings in the
same grueling position and the boys yelled in unison, "15 ... 14 ...13 ..."

As many times as Jason had looked at the underwear ad of Jason stripped
down to his briefs and fantasized about working out with him, he had never
in his wildest dreams pictured him like this in a classic gymnastic pose
guys usually held for a only few seconds.  He was just so fucking gorgeous
that Jason pumped his dick hard, and to hell with the bet.

"... 11... 10 ..." the boys raucous voices got louder as they counted.
Grady was now feeling the pain.  His body shuddered, sweat poured off him
and his handsome face grimaced in agony.  Jason loved the look of a
muscle-stud bound and in pain – he had occasionally jerked off over
pictures of that.  But this ... this was, "fucking supremo" as he murmured
to himself and he pumped his cock hard in his fists, his balls fit to
burst.

"... 8 .. 7 ..."  Grady was howling now, the way some of the exhibitionist
guys at the gym show off, except this was for real.  "Aaagh," he yelled,
"the pain in my fucking chest ... my arms.  You know you've gotta cum,
asshole.  You have to ..."

He was right.  Hypnotized by the pornographic spectacle of the hot young
jock pushing his body to incredible levels of endurance Jason stared wildly
at his handsome, agonized face and yelled, "Fucking beautiful, man ...
("...5 ... 4 ... 3 ...")  aaagh!!"

The fireman's hose unleashed a torrent of jizz that slammed into Grady's
face and flexed torso. The boys reached their own loud crescendo – "...2
... 1 ... Yeah, fuckin'-A"... resulting in three gushing fountains of cum.
They screamed with delight as Grady dropped from the ropes and fell
exhausted to his knees before Jason.  But this time it was the victor
kneeling before the loser as Grady looked up in triumph at Jason and felt
the last spurt of juiced splash on his chin.

"Son of a bitch," Jason said, shaking his head in disbelief.  "Ben, go in
and bring out forty bucks for the winner here."  Ben ran off and Jason
pulled Grady gently to his feet.  Grady fell into his arms and they kissed,
with Jason greedily sucking in the man's rasping breaths.  "Man," he said
at last, "that was the best ... the absolute best."  They turned to the
boys and Jason carefully raised Grady's aching arm triumphantly in the air.

Ben ran out with two twenties and tucked the bills in the waistband of
Grady's briefs, like someone giving money to a stripper, and Grady laughed
out loud.  And for the boys the sight of the black briefs with two twenties
sticking out of them was even more fodder for a future fantasy.

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

Having recently been gym-coached by Randy morning and evening, Grady was
used to pain and recovered quickly – another attribute he would need on
his film where grueling scenes were re-shot take after take.  The ice was
now well and truly broken between Grady and Jason who lost their earlier
inhibitions about the `bizarro' quality of their mutual lust.  They gazed
at each other now as macho equals, two handsome jocks ready to go
mano-a-mano in a contest of strength and narcissistic muscle-worship.

First Jason flirted with Grady by completing his strip routine, kicking off
his big fireman's boots, then slowly lowering his cumbersome yellow pants
and stepping out of them, naked except for the jock-strap he routinely wore
underneath.  Grady did a double take as he saw Jason's superb body
near-naked for the first time.  He felt a brief instant of intimidation but
then his competitive instincts surged back stronger than ever.  "OK, stud,"
he growled.  "Let's rock."

While the boys watched in awe, stroking their dicks again, the competition
was fast and furious, beginning with routine push-ups – the tough kind
with a handclap between each push.  The boys counted off gleefully as the
two men faced each other defiantly, their eyes locked with a mix of alpha
respect and theatrical disdain.  Grady's muscles were still aching from his
previous trial of strength and this time he was the one to falter first,
collapsing on his stomach and banging his fist on the floor in a gesture of
defeat and self-disgust.

Jason leapt to his feet, pulled Grady up and shook his hand.  "Round One to
me," he grinned.  "What say we make this more interesting, dude?  The loser
of each round submits to the other in the time-honored way."  On Grady's
hesitation Jason taunted, "What, haven't got the guts, Tarzan?  Insecure in
your own masculinity?'

"Fuck you," Grady snarled.

"OK then.  Like I said – Round One to me."  Grady stared at him
defiantly ... then dropped to his knees and clamped his mouth over Jason's
sweaty jock, licking his cock and balls through the thin fabric.  "Mmm,"
Jason sighed.  "Feels good having the future Tarzan surrendering on his
knees sucking my dick through my jock.  But you gotta go all the way, man."

With the faked disgust of a macho top-man but the actual enthusiasm of the
real Grady, he pulled the rigid cock out of the jockstrap and sucked it
into his mouth until his face was buried in the fireman's damp pubic hair.
Jason grabbed Grady's head and pulled him down and back on his cock,
bringing tears to his eyes and spit running down his square jaw.

The boys were ecstatic.  Whenever they had laid pictures of Jason and Grady
side by side, comparing them, they wondered who would come out on top in a
sex fight, and now here they were watching the real thing – the sexy
muscle-god model from the billboard on his knees in defeat, sucking the
fireman's cock.  They grinned at each other and, by mutual consent, howled
together in another triple orgasm.  Cum was everywhere."

Ignoring their cries, Jason looked at the image in the mirror, at himself,
the naked fireman, taking his revenge on the humiliated Tarzan.  It would
have taken him only seconds to shoot in his mouth but he suddenly pulled
out and said, "No jizz – not yet.  We'll save that for the big finish.
OK, dude.  Bench."

They went to the two side-by-side bench presses and loaded the weights on
the bar, each one loading more as a challenge to the other.  Before they
sat down Jason said, "To hell with this.  Let's get serious." He yanked off
his jockstrap and held it out to Grady, who grinned, took it from him and
pressed it against his own face, breathing in the smell and taste of sweat,
old cum and dry piss.

Grady reciprocated by pulling off his black briefs, which Jason likewise
used to taste the male juices of his rival.  "You ready for the countdown,
kids?" he shouted.  Were they ever!  The two naked jocks lay on their backs
on the adjacent benches and Grady realized that above them was a slanted
mirror that Jason had installed to watch himself bench.

As they lifted the bars they got what Jason had dreamed of, the sight of
himself and Grady working out side by side.  But this time it was no
picture from a magazine – this was the real man in the glorious flesh,
matching him muscles for muscle, their torso's flexing and rippling in
perfect unison.  For muscle-worshipping Jason it was like there were two of
him – and no true narcissist could wish for better than that.

The sight inspired them both to new heights of muscle-crunching effort,
calling on untapped reserves of strength they didn't know they had.  The
boys' count, while they stood back and pumped their dicks, went on and on
as both jocks stared up at each other in the mirror and tried to demoralize
each other with taunting obscenities.

"Fucking wimp," Jason sneered between grunts.  "Not so easy with no
director to say `cut' eh?  I got plenty left.  You're finished, asshole."

Grady groaned loudly, "Think you're some big hotshot, don't you, you
shit-for-brains dickhead?  Mr. August eh?  The boys'll soon rip out that
page and burn it when they see me whip your ass, mother-fucker."

Then they saved their breath for enduring the agony both were feeling.  It
was clear it was nearly over.  Both men had the bar down close to their
chests and were desperately reaching for that one last push that would
raise it.  With a massive yell Grady nailed it ... Jason not so much.  His
strength failed, only one arm raised and the bar crashed sideways to the
floor.

Grady let the bar drop neatly in the cradle and they both lay exhausted on
the benches, staring up at the two naked athletes in the mirror, chests
heaving, their ripped muscles pumped to the max.  It was a
body-worshipper's dream and the instinct of both men was to jack off gazing
at each other.

But this was a competitive trial of strength and Grady gloated, "Round Two
to me, I think.  You know what that means big boy."  Jason dragged himself
to his feet and stared down at the magnificent young jock lying on his
back, his cock pointing straight up like a flagpole.  Grady grinned up at
him and, arms still outstretched, flicked his fingers and pointed to his
cock.  "There she blows, loser – all yours."

The boys held their breath as they saw the hot young fireman, the macho guy
they had jerked off over so many times, now kneel in submission to the
muscle-jock lying contemptuously on his back, legs splayed out to the side,
feet on the floor, his cock ready and waiting.  Grady linked his hands
casually behind his head and pulled his head forward so he could watch
Jason on his knees at the foot of the bench lean forward, stare at the
rigid pole, then lower his mouth over it.

He didn't hesitate as he sucked in the long shaft, something he had
fantasized about so often, and breathed in through his nose as it buried
itself in Grady's tangle of sweat-soaked pubic hair.  "Oh ... fuck
... yeah..." Grady moaned slowly, looking down at the handsome square-jawed
face performing the ultimate ritual of surrender, sucking the victor's cock
deep in his throat.

Grady had seen some homoerotic sights lately, and this was right up there
with the best, straight out of a porn movie, only much better than anything
ever captured on film.  When he saw Jason glancing to the side, watching
his mirror image suck dick, that made it even more sexy.  The man's vanity
turned Grady on big time and, after all his exertions and muscle pumping,
he felt his most important muscle pulse in the fireman's mouth.

"Yeah, suck that dick, stud.  So fucking gorgeous, man.  Shit, it's too
good to waste.  You're doing it, man ... you're making me cuuuumm!"  His
cock erupted in Jason's mouth and the fireman gulped in surprise,
swallowing the stream of bitter-sweet juice pouring down his throat.  He
gagged at first but then swallowed the liquid eagerly like he was drinking
nectar from a god – which in his mind he was.

Jason finally pulled away, still on his knees, jism oozing from his mouth
and dribbling down his square jaw onto his heaving chest.  He pumped his
fists in the air and laughed triumphantly, "Yeah, I sucked Tarzan's dick."
Grady opened his mouth to laugh but it was suddenly filled with the juice
of three clamorous boys who showered him with semen.

Jason fell forward on top of Grady and their mouths ground together,
lubricated by the juice of three boys and Grady's own cum.  When Jason
finally pulled away he smiled, "I thought I said no jizz, dude – not
`til the big finish."

"Man," Grady said, "with you I could cum all day and still bust another
load.  Anyway, we've both cum once – you all over me, and me in your
mouth – so we're even.  And by my count the score right now is tied, one
round apiece.  So, best of three, the next round will clinch it.  I guess
that's the big finish you keep taking about."

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

When they stood up they laughingly poured the contents of their water
bottles all over themselves.  The boys sat close together and watched in
wide-eyed amazement, like three young Alices in Wonderland (or perhaps
Through The Looking Glass would be more appropriate given the part mirrors
played in this fantasy).

Time for one of those outdoor showers.  The naked jocks stood together
under the shower deluge, staring at each other and running their hands over
the sparkling contours of each other's face and body.  They kissed, locking
their mouths together and sharing their breath, like men under water
breathing their own air in their own charmed world.

When at last they emerged they shook themselves in a circular spray of
dazzling water drops, then sat at the table with fresh bottles of water
supplied by Ben.  As they talked about gym stuff, with the prospect of
Round Three hanging over everything, the boys put their heads together
whispering earnestly.

"OK, guys, what's up?"  Jason's stern tone masked his amusement at another
of those `Sir, me and the boys have been talking' moments that usually
spelled trouble.  But in this case he was met with an embarrassed silence.
"Hey, don't hold out on us, kids.  One of you say something."

The boys glanced at each other nervously until Eddie and Ben pushed
Brandon's wheelchair forward a few feet.  Brandon turned and snarled at
them, finding himself out front, the designated spokesman.  He blushed
deeply and said, "Well, sir, me and the boys ..."

"I know, I know, you've been talking ... so what about?"

"These, sir."  Brandon fumbled in one of the side-bags of his wheelchair,
pulled out two pieces of brown cloth and threw them on the table.  Grady
took one look and threw his head back in uncontrolled laughter as Jason
picked one up and frowned, "What the fuck...?"

"You kept them all this time, kiddo?" Grady said, wiping away his tears of
laughter.  "Jason, this here is a gag gift from the wardrobe women at the
studio.  When they first gave me Tarzan's loincloth to try on I, the
nervous young actor, discovered there were no briefs underneath the two
flaps of rawhide hanging loose front and back.  They told me it would make
the scenes more dramatic as Tarzan swung from the trees.  No kidding."

Anyway, they made several of these fake loincloths and spring them on me
when I'm least expecting it.  I gave these to Brandon as a keepsake.  So
why produce them now, kiddo?"

"Well, sir, we was thinking about Round Three and thought it might be a
good idea if you and Jason wore them – like, kind of, two Tarzans, if
you get my ... nah, bad idea.  Sorry, sirs."

"No wait," Grady said.  "As a matter of fact it's not too different from
the movie.  See, in the period scenes set in England the young Viscount
John (Tarzan when he goes back to his ancestral home) has a run-in with the
handsome young lord of the manor who beats Tarzan up and tells him to `get
back to the jungle where you belong'.

"Anyway (don't ask) eventually the competitive young lord follows him to
the jungle to confront him in his native world, and there's a knock down
drag out fight at the end of the movie – like two Tarzan's fighting it
out.  Sound corny?  Well believe me, it makes a hell of a climax to the
film."

He grinned at Jason.  "So, stud, how's that for Round Three?  Only this
time the loser doesn't just have to suck dick.  He gets fucked in the ass
by the winner.  Hell," he mused, "I wish they could do that in the movie.
Oh, never mind.  So, you big enough to man up for that, Jason?"

There was no need to answer as Jason's eyes gleamed.

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

A short while later the boys were sitting together facing the empty gym
like eager first-nighters in the theater waiting for the show to begin.
All they needed was popcorn.  It would be a first for everyone, that's for
sure.

Grady was back in the trees helping Jason with the unfamiliar fake
loincloth, no better than two ragged triangles of brown rawhide, one
hanging over the ass, the other the dick.  It was the biggest gasp of the
day when the boys finally saw Grady emerge from one side, Jason the other,
both muscle-gods identically dressed (if you could call it that) in nothing
but the brief loincloths.  For the hundredth time the boys wished Darius
had been there with his camera because, as Eddie hissed, "The guys are
never gonna believe this."

The men stood side by side before a mirror, their shredded muscles primed
as never before after their ball-busting workouts.  Jason sighed, "Shit
damn that looks hot.  I've imagined this moment a lot but, hell, I had no
idea it would be this good.  Just like the scene you described in your
movie – the two Tarzans in the final challenge – or in our case,
Round Three.  So let's get it over `cos, man, I can't wait to cream that
perfect ass of yours."

They looked around the gym and their eyes alighted at the same time on the
four gymnastic rings hanging on ropes from the roof.  "Back where we
started, eh, buddy?" said Jason.

"You're on, big guy.  Prepare to get your ass whipped."  Grady jumped and
grabbed one pair of rings, Jason the others and they started with a few
pull-ups to test their strength and get off watching each other's muscles
strain.  But they had gone beyond mere body-worship by now.  The natural
jock rivalry had evolved into a full-blown challenge for supremacy, not
unlike the fictional contest in the climax of the movie.

Showing off, Jason hung by one arm and used the other to punch Grady's
shoulder and shove him away.  "Fuck you, man," Grady growled and there
ensued a grappling match, both men hanging by one hand and prodding,
punching, slapping with the other.  In the end Jason grabbed both rings
again, raised his legs, pressed them against Grady's chest and shoved him
hard away from him.

Grady held both rings now as he swung wide.  He could see that as he swung
back Jason's knees would slam into his gut and finish him off.  "No escape
now, asshole," Jason taunted. But as Grady swung toward him he raised his
legs up high ... and clamped them round Jason's neck in a vicious leg-lock,
his feet tightly locked together behind his head.  He squeezed his sinewy
thighs round Jason's neck, making him gasp for breath and scream in pain.

It was a spectacular sight, one jock trapped in the vise round his neck,
his chiseled macho features twisted in pain.  "Yeah," Grady snarled, "let
me hear you scream, asshole.  You're finished, big guy.  Your ass is mine,"
and he clenched the leg-lock hard as a vise round his rival's neck.

Jason dropped one arm and flailed frantically, reaching behind his neck in
a futile attempt to unlock Grady's legs.  He tried slamming his free fist
on Grady's thighs to no effect on the iron-hard muscles.  But one of his
frantic ill-aimed blows suddenly landed on Grady's loin cloth, sending
agonizing pain though his balls.

"Aaagh!!"  Grady's screams bounced off the walls as he released the
leg-lock and his magnificent body hung helplessly from the rings, barely
holding on as pain radiated out from his balls.  Jason seized the advantage
and repeated the maneuver of pressing his feet on Grady's chest and pushing
him backward.  Grady had no fight left in him and his body swung out, then
back into certain defeat.

Jason had learned from Grady's leg-lock move and determined to return the
favor.  So this time as Grady swung close to Jason, the fireman opened his
legs and slammed them round Grady's slim waist, locking his feet behind him
just as Grady had done with the leg-lock round Jason's neck.

 "Aaagh..."  Another agonized scream from Grady as he felt the powerful
legs crushing his body.  He let go of one of the rings and instinctively
reached behind to force the legs apart.  But his efforts were as feeble as
Jason's had been and he too flailed with his free arm, feeling the strength
drain from his body.

He felt his upstretched arm weaken, his grasp on the ring slip ... and
suddenly it fell and he was hanging trapped between Jason's legs, face up,
both arms and legs hanging down limp as a rag doll, his superb body trapped
between his rival's steel thighs, tears flowing down his rugged face.

The boys watched in awe and fear, seeing the spectacular muscle-god, Tarzan
in a loincloth, hanging limply from Jason's brutal leg-lock, his body
arched backward, head sagging behind him.  Paralyzing as the spectacle was,
the boys automatically beat their meat and shot yet another load watching
their hero's agony.

"You're done, man," Jason yelled triumphantly.  "You can't take any more
and you know it.  I've beaten you.  All you can do is submit.  I'll release
you, shove my dick in your ass and prove once and for all that I'm the
master."  But Jason's words were met only by groans from the helpless
captive swinging slowly in the air.

"I said submit, asshole.  Here, you wanna little help with that?"  Hanging
by one arm Jason pounded Grady's stomach with his fist, again and again.
Reflexively Grady flexed his rock hard abs to absorb the blows as he looked
up desperately at the man on the verge of forcing a humiliating submission.

That thought released a surge of adrenaline from deep down and Grady made
his last desperate move.  Gazing up in though a haze of pain he focused on
Jason's upstretched arm, already under intense strain supporting the weight
of two men.  Summoning his last ounces of strength Grady raised his torso
up, raised his fist and took one last wild slam on Jason's bicep.

It was enough.  Taken by surprise, and underestimating the strength in his
own arm, Jason howled.  His arm shuddered, his fingers slipped slowly from
the ring ... and the two men fell, crashing to the floor in a heap of
exhausted muscle.

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

At first nothing moved.  Stunned and exhausted from intense physical strain
both men gulped in rasping breaths of air, their hearts pounding.  But then
survival instinct kicked in and Grady, knowing he was the more weakened of
the two, slowly began to crawl away over the ground, buying much needed
time for strength to return.  But Jason crawled after him, an erotic sight
for the boys of two muscular athletes in ragged loincloths dragging
themselves exhausted through the dirt.

Jason caught up with Grady, grabbed his leg and gazed down at the twin
globes of his ass now exposed below the fragment of cloth round his waist.
He slapped first one cheek then the other and gloated, "It's still mine,
loser.  You know you're done for.  That ass is gonna get reamed."

Jason looked up at the boys staring in disbelief.  "Hey, guys, Tarzan's
been beaten ... you're gonna see him get fucked in the ass.  If you wanna
make it easy on him you'll throw me some lube."

Brandon quickly searched in his wheelchair bag, pulled out a jar of lube,
unscrewed the top and rolled it across the ground.  Jason was now on his
knees over Grady, with one knee pressing into the small of his back,
pinning him to the ground.  Grady clawed at the ground in front of him but
all attempts at escape were futile and he knew it.

It wasn't so much the prospect of getting fucked that angered him.  God
knows that, in any other circumstances, he would have loved to get butt
fucked by the gorgeous fireman, but this had become a real contest of
masculinity, just like the movie climax where two Tarzans fight for
supremacy.  Now here he was, beaten, exhausted, trapped on the ground
waiting for the ultimate humiliation of his rival pounding his ass.  Never
had Tarzan been so degraded.

Jason had grabbed the lube, dipped in his fingers, and was pushing them
into Grady ass, twisting, probing, making the beautiful young muscle-jock
groan in pain and humiliation.

"I knew I could break you, man," Jason growled.  "A pretty-boy model is no
match for a tough firefighter like me.  Yeah, that ass feels good and it'll
feel even better when it's wrapped round my cock.  Word is that you give
your ass to anyone with a dick.  Tarzan, eh?  Huh, you're just a pussy boy,
that's all.  I should cage you up in the jungle as my sex slave – fuck
you whenever I want – in the face, the ass, wherever.  Sounds like a
great sequel – Tarzan the Sex Slave.  So get ready, stud ... here it
comes.

Jason's scathing words were like arrows piercing Grady's manly pride.
Jason was making him grovel and soon he would be begging for mercy.  He
clenched his jaw.  No, that was not gonna happen – not while he had an
ounce of strength left in his body.

Jason lubed up his cock and shifted his knee off Grady's back to position
himself between his legs.  That split second was enough.  "NO!!"  Grady
bucked hard, slammed his elbow back behind him and hit Jason with enough
strength to knock him sprawling on the ground.  Both men got to their knees
facing each other and Grady was transformed from amiable jock to enraged
stallion

"Motherfucker!!"  His eyes blazed, his body tensed and he flung himself at
Jason.  The sudden mutation to wildman made Jason reel back in shock and
the boys grabbed each other's hands, staring at a rage in Grady they had
never seen before.  But Randy had seen it, and encouraged it in their
workouts.  Steve had recognized it too and knew that's what his movie role
needed.  And the producers of his movie had seen it – his ability to
transform the gentle lord of the jungle into a roaring lion bent on revenge
– and that's why they cast him.

"And now Jason saw it – and it scared him.  Still on their knees the two
men locked hands in a test of strength which Grady quickly won, pulling
Jason's arms down to the ground then hitting his back with a forearm smash
sending him down on his stomach.

>From then on the scene was beyond anyone's wildest fantasy – two
handsome, muscular young athletes stripped down to loincloths, grappling on
the ground, rolling over and over in a tumult of trashing limbs and a
series of wrestling holds that displayed each man in the full ferocity and
beauty of manhood.  There were shouts as the boys poured ever more semen on
the ground but still pumped their cocks toward the next orgasm.

The men were evenly matched in strength, but Jason was no match for the
raging passion that drove Grady to ultimate supremacy.  Jason was on his
stomach and Grady was kneeling astride the small of his back.  He grabbed
Jason's wrists and pushed his arms up behind him, almost to his neck, in a
brutal double hammerlock.  Jason screamed in pain and Grady gloated,
"Pretty boy, uh?  Pussy boy?  Sex slave?  Does this feel like a pussy boy
to you, pal?"

Holding Jason's wrists tight in one hand, Grady ripped off the loincloth
with the other hand, revealing his bare ass, then dipped his fingers in the
lube and greased up Jason's exposed ass.  He ripped off his own loincloth
and greased his rock-hard cock.  He released the hold, shifted back between
his legs and clamped his hands like claws on the small of Jason's back
pinning him helplessly.  "What was the deal, stud?" Grady snarled.  "The
winner gets to shove his dick in the loser's ass?  Like this you mean?"

Jason's screams shattered the evening air as Grady drove his steel rod deep
inside the fireman's ass.  He pulled back and ramrodded it again ... and
again and again.  Sobbing, Jason tried to claw his way forward as his ass
got reamed, and Grady realized they were close to one of the floor length
windows of the house that acted like a mirror.  He reached forward, curled
his arm round Jason's neck and pulled his head back, arching his back.

Jason was no stranger to looking in mirrors, god knows, but he had never
seen his reflection like this.  His handsome face grimaced in pain, his jaw
dropped in a scream and tears poured down his face as Grady's iron bicep
pressed against his throat.  "See that, stud?" Grady taunted.  "Not the
tough hotshot fireman now, eh?  You thought you could finish me off, and
now look at you, screaming for mercy."

Jason stared up at the powerful young muscle-jock torturing his ass, saw
the fury and strength in his face that made him ten times more beautiful
than before.  This was a real man ... and he was at his mercy.  He looked
at himself, the rugged fireman he had admired so often, now writhing in
pain, beaten, humiliated, captive.  And still the pile driver rammed into
his ass, the hardest, longest fuck he had ever endured.

The sight of the two men in the mirror – victor and loser – was so
erotic it overwhelmed all pain and degradation in Jason.  "Aaaagh, I can't
take any more, man," he gasped.  "I'm beaten, finished.  I give up ... I
submit ... you're so fucking gorgeous you're making me cum ... aaagh! ..."
The young fireman's body convulsed, he screamed into the mirror and his
cock erupted underneath him in floods of semen that sank into the earth.

He was sobbing uncontrollably, deliriously ... "Thank, you sir ... thank
you, I ..."  Grady released him and his face fell down in the earth.  Grady
pulled his dick out, stood up and towered over the broken muscle-god lying
at his feet.

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

Jason turned slowly onto his back and gazed up at the man who had just
hammered his ass.  "But I'm not finished," Grady grinned.  "Didn't get my
rocks off.  I gotta cum inside you, man.  And you know what that means."
He hauled Jason to his feet and pushed him back toward the open-air gym.
At this point, even though strength was returning to his body, Jason would
have let this incredible man do anything to him.

In the gym Grady toyed with the gymnastic rings hanging before them.
Remember how all this started, buddy?  Me showing off in that gymnastic
position, arms stretched out rigid to the sides.  Looked so hot you busted
a load all over me.  How about it, big guy?"

Jason's eyes gleamed.  He jumped up and grabbed the rings, watching himself
sway in front of the mirror.  "Oh, just one small difference this time,
buddy.  It's this."  Grady grabbed Jason's swaying hips ... and plunged his
rigid cock back in his ass.

"Aaaagh!  Fuck you, man.  You think I can't take it again?  Watch this..."
holding the rings Jason stretched out his arms to the side in the same
classic gymnast pose as Grady had used, supporting himself by the flexed
muscles of his chest, shoulders and arms His body was displayed in all its
macho glory and he looked as spectacular as Grady had.

It sure turned Grady on and he knew that this time he had to cum.  His
hands clamped round Jason's hips, Grady pulled the hanging fireman onto his
cock, driving it deep in the cauldron of his ass.  With the pain in his
torso Jason felt none in his ass and he yelled, "Yeah, stud, fuck my ass.
Watch me take that pole up my ass.  Fuck me, man.  You know I turn you on
like crazy."

"You're fucking beautiful, man," Grady yelled.  "We're two of a kind, you
and me ... equal in strength and beauty.  I love you, man.  Shit, I've
never seen anything so damned hot in a mirror before.  Fucking
spectacular."  He was pulling Jason's ass onto his cock faster and deeper,
mesmerized by the sight of the magnificent body straining in the
muscle-breaking hold.  "I gotta cum, buddy.  I gotta cum in your ass."

"Let's do it, man," Jason howled, "... two gym-jocks, Tarzans ... whatever
... just two good buddies getting off on each other.  Here it comes ... let
me feel it, buddy.  Now ... Aaagh!!.  They screamed in unison as their
cocks erupted, Grady's deep inside his fireman buddy and Jason's all over
the spectacular image of himself in the mirror.  They held the position
until their cocks were drained, then Jason let go the rings and stood
unsteadily beside Grady, both looking at themselves in the mirror.

They grinned at each other and pumped their fists triumphantly in the air.
And just for good measure Grady opened his mouth wide and gave an
ear-splitting Tarzan yell.

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

"I'm fucking starved."  Jason and Grady had once again showered together,
then pulled on their gym shorts and sat at the table, plied with drinks and
snacks by the boys.  The boys had seen things no-one had ever seen before,
and they had drained their balls dry with multiple orgasms.  Even Eddy, the
`little gusher' proclaimed himself "dry as a bone ... not another drop,
dudes."

Now their only desire was to serve the men who had given them such a
spectacle and they hurried off to the kitchen to make dinner.

Jason and Grady were gazing at each other in wonder and Grady said, "Man,
that fight hanging from rings was fucking awesome ... much better than
anything in the movie script.  The fight directors and stuntmen are still
working out the big climax fight, but so far it's all on the ground.
Imagine those two guys in loincloths fight as they swing from the vines,
doing just what we did.  Fucking epic.  I'm gonna suggest it ... I'm sure
they'll go for it."

"Yeah, Jason laughed.  "Pity they don't allow fucking in your movie.  That
would put asses in theater seats all over the world."

Soon the boys appeared with trays of food and the men did a double take.
They were all wearing tight white T-shirts and boxer briefs that showed off
their young physiques in the most provocative way.  Brandon was right there
with them, dressed the same, the same sexy smile on his face with food
piled on the tray table of his wheelchair.

The men laughed out loud and Jason said, "Hey, boys, sexy outfits, but you
don't have to seduce us – you're already spoken for.  Me and Grady have
been talking..."  ("Uh-uh" the boys said in unison, mimicking the masters'
usual reaction to that phrase).  "Specifically about dessert.  I hope you
haven't made any `cos ... you're it.  You ever fantasize about getting your
asses fucked by Tarzan and his jungle buddy?"

"All the time, sir," they said together, with identical wide grins.

"Well," Grady laughed, "remember what you're mother told you.  Don't eat
too much dinner – save room for dessert."

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

At that moment, up at Steve's house, Bob was lounging over pre-dinner
drinks, waiting for Randy to join them.  But before he showed up Hassan
appeared straight from work, looking spectacular in the full Marine battle
gear he had worn in another promotional video he had been shooting.  He and
Bob exchanged lustful looks.  It was a long time since they had spent time
together, just the two of them, and Hassan suddenly blurted out an idea to
put that right.

"Hey, soldier, sounds intriguing," Bob grinned.  "Yeah, I like the sound of
that.  Let's do it."

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 280


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