Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2015 22:20:56 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 283  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 283
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: Bob and the twins show Randy that the penis is mightier
than the word as they seduce him.  In the end, "The brothers kissed, Bob &
Randy made love as the masters pounded the twins' asses."  Bob, Randy &
Mark take Pablo & Jamie to the beach and tame the boys' animosity.  "The
naked blond cop reamed the macho gypsy boss, while the tanned surfer jock
made love to the muscular boss's boy."

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


Chapter 283 – "THE PENIS IS MIGHTIER THAN THE WORD"

The meal had been sensational, the entertainment spectacular, and the
tribe's spirits were higher than ever.

It was an especially great day for Grady who had given the Sunday brunch
party to show his gratitude to the men and boys of the tribe for accepting
him warmly as a member of the family.  He had received the invaluable
professional help of the twins who had not only planned and catered the
event, but had treated Grady to the private bonus of double teaming him in
one of their sexual specialties, making love to him as they made love to
each other.

Toward the end of the meal Grady had found himself the center of the
entertainment when, at long last, he grappled with the handsome Australian
stud Adam and his boy Nate in a wild sexual marathon.  After fucking the
eager young buck, Nate, Grady had submitted to top-man Adam.  The tribe was
dazzled by the homoerotic display of the two alpha jocks writhing on the
ground making love in a tangle of muscular limbs, with Adam's shaft buried
deep inside Grady's hungry ass.

Later, after a cleansing dip in the pool, Adam and Grady were seated at the
table with the rest of the tribe, amid praise and congratulations.  Adam
had his arm round his boy Nate snuggled next to him, and the three young
waiters, Eddie, Ben and Brandon, circulated with more drinks showing off in
sexy matching dark-blue uniforms.

The darkly handsome Italian, Mario, had added a touch of class tending bar
and now brought a drink for Grady and sat next to him.  Grady smiled his
thanks and Mario grinned back enigmatically.  "Actually, amico, Adam was
wrong on one point when he said he was the last in the tribe to make love
to you.  He was not.  That distinction is mine – and has yet to happen."

"You're right, Mario," Grady said wide eyed.  "Hell, we gotta put that
right.  I learned some Italian when I did fashion shoots in Milan, but I
could sure use some brush-up lessons.  Trouble is I don't have an Italian
teacher."

"You do now, amico. I can teach you the Italian language, the culture –
and, well, several other things Italians do well."

"I bet you can," Grady grinned.  "OK, it's a date ... mi amico."

At the other end of the table Bob, Randy and Mark were huddled together,
making plans to follow up on a promise they made previously to go away for
a weekend together.  "Did you mean what you said then, Randy?" Mark asked.
"When I mentioned Jamie you said, `Bring him too', `cos the quickest way
for a boy to become a man is to spend a lot of time with men –
especially men like us.  Did you mean that?"

"Sure I meant it.  And while we're at it, you think it would be OK to bring
my boy Pablo too?  I need to include him more in stuff like this.  The five
of us would be great together."  There was agreement all round and Bob said
with satisfaction, "Good, that's settled.  Hmm, three men and two senior
boys.  Has all kinds of possibilities."

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

The table was quickly cleared and the group loosened up even more over
coffee and after-dinner drinks, in what soon evolved into a leisurely
Sunday-afternoon pool party.  As always whenever the whole tribe gathered
together, small groups formed, several of them talking business.  One such
unlikely group was in rapt conversation – Bob, Hassan, and the boys
Nate, Jamie and Brandon.

Across the pool Eddie shifted uneasily, pretty sure they were talking about
him as they kept glancing over at him.  Uh-oh, what had he done now?  In a
momentary panic he wondered if Hassan was trading him away to be someone
else's boy, but he soon rejected that crazy idea, confident in how much
Hassan loved him.  Still the whole thing made him uneasy, especially when
Hassan looked up and shouted, "Hey, Eddie, get your ass over here."

Eddie obeyed nervously and, even as he sat down facing the men, he was
already talking. "Sir," he said to Hassan, "if this is about my mouthing
off to Grady, sir, telling him `you can show us whatever you like,' I
didn't mean no disrespect, sir.  And that crack to Randy, `Is the Pope
Catholic?' – it just kinda slipped out."

Bob was stifling a smile and the boys were staring at him wide-eyed,
signaling him to shut up.  But once he got going Eddie ploughed on
regardless.  "Sir, you're always telling me to button my lip and I know I
talk too much but ..."

"And you're doing it now, boy," Hassan growled – "talking too much.  So
zip it."

Through pursed lips Eddie mumbled, "Sorry, sir."

Hassan's expression softened.  "Eddie, we were discussing something
entirely different.  I've told you before I didn't want you to be assistant
houseboy all your life, I want you to learn things.  Bob tells me that
Jamie and Brandon are overloaded in the office and they need help.  They
want to concentrate on the construction company books and farm out the
household budget.  You houseboys know more about house supplies and
expenses than anyone else so Bob came up with an idea that Nate, Jamie and
Brandon all agree with.

"Nate would list all the expenses and household payroll and has agreed to
loan you to the office three afternoons a week to load them into the
computer.  Eventually you'd be able to compile a budget for the house.  How
would you feel about working with Jamie and Brandon?"

Eddie's eyes opened wide and he grinned at Brandon.  "You mean it, sir?
That would be so cool."

"Jamie would be your boss and Brandon would show you the ropes.  You'd be
on probation for a while – meaning no unnecessary chatter, no
distractions, understood?"

"Aye-aye, captain" Eddie saluted.  Bob smiled at him and shook his hand.
"Congratulations, Eddie.  I have a feeling you'll work out fine.  We'll
discuss details later, and now you're probably dying to tell the other
boys?"  With profuse thanks all round Eddie dashed off to spread the good
news.  Bob sighed at Brandon.  "I hope you're gonna be able to handle this,
Brandon."

"Don't worry, sir," Brandon grinned.  "Eddie and me are real close.  You
all see his playful side but I know that he'll work real hard to prove
himself ... to you mostly, sir," he said to Hassan.  "He worships you and
wants you to be proud of him.  So sure, it'll work out just fine."

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

As the party started to wind down Grady circulated and discreetly handed
envelopes to Brandon, Ben, Eddie and Mario.  The three boys went into a
huddle and gasped at the contents of the envelopes.  They had never been
tipped anywhere near this much.  Mario came over to Grady and said softly,
"Signore, this is way too generous.  All I did was tend bar and I enjoyed
every minute of it."

"Yeah, but you did it perfectly, Mario.  And besides, you added a classy
touch to this bawdy assembly."

"Bene.  But one day soon, amico, I will treat you to dinner at a fine
Italian restaurant, and then we will get started on your... er ... `Italian
lessons'."

"Can't wait," Grady grinned seductively.  Then he went to the kitchen where
the twins had tidied almost everything away.  He handed them two even
fatter envelopes and said, "I know you're not supposed to tip the owners of
a company but you guys have been amazing – brilliant organization, great
food, impeccable service.  It was a terrific party – er, not forgetting
that highly erotic `extra service' you treated me to the day we met up
here.  Man that was hot."

"And available to you whenever you want, sir," said Kyle. "You only have to
ask."  Kevin added, "Except not tonight, sir, `cos Bob has invited us to
spend the night with him and Randy."

Seeing their eyes sparkle Grady smiled, "And that in itself is reward
enough for two gorgeous, hardworking brothers.  A night in the inner
sanctum, uh?  Have fun, guys."

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

A couple of hours later Randy and Bob were sitting in their bedroom in
boxer shorts drinking Scotch and re-hashing the party that, they agreed,
had been one of the best clan gatherings for a long time.  There was a
gentle knock at the door, Bob smiled and shouted, "Come in, guys."

The twins entered, still wearing their work clothes – white T-shirts and
shorts.  They were greeted by a strong, slow handclap from Randy and "Great
show, guys.  No one puts on a party like you two."  Bob hugged them and
said, "Phew, you gotta get you out of these sweaty T-shirts.  Feels like
you've been sweating over a hot stove in a kitchen cooking up a storm."  He
laughed and pulled off their T-shirts, grabbed a towel and wiped their
chests dry.

"Have a seat, kids, and let me fix you a drink.  Then we'll talk about the
party – what went well and what glitches need to be tweaked for next
time."  Sprawled in a chair Randy watched Bob and his boys huddle together,
the twins earnestly gazing up at their master who was giving advice on how
to smooth over the rough spots in future.

It wasn't only the Scotch that made warmth surge through Randy. The sight
of his glorious lover and the adoring looks on his boys sent a wave of
affection sweeping through him for the guys he loved – his family.  His
eyes misted over and (emboldened by the Scotch) he impulsively walked over
to them, folded his brawny arms round all three of them and hugged them
tight.

He held them for long, emotional minutes, then suddenly pulled away and
paced the room wiping his eyes.  Bob and the twins grinned at each other,
surprised by this uncharacteristic display of affection.  Randy,
embarrassed by his own show of tenderness, regained his gruff gypsy
attitude, re-asserted his authority and growled, "So ... what?  You guys
gonna fucking talk all night or are we gonna hit the sack?"

"Hit the sack, please sir," the twins said in unison.  "OK if we take a
quick shower first, sirs?"

"Good idea," said Bob, tossing their sweaty T-shirts in the laundry basket.
Bob pulled back the sheets and flopped on the bed on his back, hands laced
behind his head.  Randy hesitated.  "Er, that thing I did just now ... you
know, with you and the boys ..."

"Forgotten," said Bob.

"Good," Randy said and lay down beside him.  But of course it wasn't
forgotten by Bob or the twins.  Randy's quick, impulsive gesture would stay
in their memory forever.  The men lay silently shoulder to shoulder until
they heard the shower turned off.  Seconds later the twins appeared in the
doorway butt naked, drying themselves with the master bathroom's big soft
towels.  They hung the wet towels over the bathroom rail and, in exact
unison, ran their fingers through their tousled hair.

They stood side by side, their flawless, identical bodies gleaming under
the spotlights, their long cocks swinging between their thighs and shy
smiles on their faces, waiting for an invitation from the men to join them.
When it came from Randy it wasn't so much an invitation as an order.

"Holy shit, you guys look sexy as hell.  Look at this ..."  He pulled down
his shorts, Bob did the same, and the twins found themselves staring at two
huge shafts standing up rigid from thickets of pubic hair.  "Get over
here," Randy growled.

But the twins did not obey immediately.  Instead they smiled at each other,
turned face to face and their lips came together in a passionate, churning
kiss, their bodies writhing sensually against each other.  The men grabbed
their own cocks and stroked them as they watched the beautiful young twins
make love to each other.  Randy grunted, "Fuck ... that is so damn hot.  I
could blow my wad just watching them."

The twins pulled apart and Kyle said, "No, sir.  Please don't do that.
Allow us to help you."  He walked forward, knelt on the floor beside Randy
and closed his mouth over Randy's thick shaft.  His brother Kevin, kneeling
on the other side beside Bob, matched Kyle and slid his lips over his
master's rock-hard cock.

Bob and Randy pushed their hips higher, grabbed the boys' heads and forced
their faces down on their cocks.  "Holy shit," they groaned as the twins
went into their expert routine of sucking, pausing open-mouthed, teasing,
bringing their masters to the edge of their climax, then pulling back and
waiting, before starting over again.  The men felt the joy of approaching
orgasm, then the frustration as it was denied them.

There was a pause as the twins changed partners – and it began again.
Different boy, same ecstatic sensation suffusing their bodies with warmth.
Bob looked sideways at the rugged gypsy's handsome face moaning beside him.
He caught Randy's eye, leaned toward him and clamped their mouths together,
kissing him passionately while the twins worked their sensual magic on
their cocks.

Randy felt himself losing control, surrendering his will to Bob and his
boys as they seduced him and drove him ever closer to his pent-up climax.
He flashed on the embarrassing image of himself hugging the three of them
in an overflow of emotion and knew that he was now seconds away from
submitting completely to their sexual power.

But submission was never an option for the macho gypsy and he impulsively
pushed Kevin roughly off his cock and leapt to his feet.  Surprised, Kyle
too pulled away from Bob.  Still on their knees on either side of the bed
the brothers gazed up at the wild gypsy pacing the room, angry at himself
for twice falling under their spell.

"Damn you boys, you almost had me there."  He glared at Bob, "And you
played along with them.  But it don't fucking work like that.  When I'm in
bed with a guy I'm in charge ... and I damn well fuck ass.  Who the hell do
you think's boss of this family?"

"You are, sir," the twins said together in mock fear, (but flashing a
conspiratorial smile at Bob.)  "We're sorry, sir," said Kevin.  "We were
way out of line there."  Kyle took over.  "It's just that you are so
totally sexy, sir, and we love sucking your cock, so we kinda went
overboard and ..."

"Yeah, yeah well I guess you can't be blamed for that."  Randy softened his
tone and Bob chuckled inwardly seeing how the twins were subtly playing on
Randy's sexual pride.  He knew that Randy's impulsive display of affection
earlier had knocked him off his stride, which is why he reacted so gruffly
to being seduced by the twins.

Bob got off the bed and stood beside Randy, smiling at the boys.  "I guess
things got a little off kilter there for a minute," Bob said consolingly.
"Kyle, Kevin, I think it would be good if you lay on the bed beside each
other and let Randy call the shots."

They looked suitably chastened but saw the twinkle in Bob's eye.  They lay
together on the bed and looked up at their masters, knowing full well from
the first that Randy and Bob would end up taking their asses.  They had
been play-acting, winding Randy up and bringing that angry-gypsy look to
his face that they found so sexy.

"Right," Randy growled.  "You see this?"  He stroked his monster cock.
"This is going in your asses.  You, boy," he stared at Kyle.  "I'll start
with you."

Kyle pulled his legs back presenting his ass to Randy who spat in his hand
and rubbed his cock.  But Bob quickly reached under the bed and pulled out
his hidden stash of lube (Randy always used spit).  Bob reached over and
lubed Kyle's butt, then clamped his greasy hand over Randy's cock and
whispered in his ear, "Don't be a bully."

"Asshole," Randy hissed back, but Bob's words struck a chord, especially
when he looked at the fine young face staring up at him with a mix of
desire and fear.  Randy's savage fucks were legendary, especially when he
was angry.  But any residual anger he felt now was overcome by the
affection he felt for the beautiful boy beneath him ... Bob's boy.  "Don't
worry, kid, I'm not gonna hurt you," but still with an edge to his voice.
He was still the boss ... he didn't do vanilla.

So his beer-can thick shaft pushed decisively into Kyle's ass, making him
inhale sharply and groan, "Thank you, sir.  You feel so good inside me."
Next to them Bob smiled down at Kevin, relieved and satisfied that no harm
would come to Kyle.  Bob knew his gypsy well.

"You've felt this many times before, kiddo," Bob grinned at Kevin.  "You
want it again?"

"Yes please, sir.  Very much."  Getting fucked by the handsome muscle-god
he worshipped was Kevin's favorite thing in life, even more than getting
fucked by his brother, which also happened often.  He gazed up at the soft
brown eyes and moaned in ecstasy as he felt his master's long cock push
slowly, endlessly into the depths of his ass.

>From then on all inhibitions, all macho posturing, ceased ... it was pure
affection between the two virile top men and the beautiful twin brothers.
Randy evolved from leader to lover – still the swarthy black-haired
gypsy that turned the twins on so much, but now easing into the same
rhythmic lovemaking as the man beside him.

"You want more don't you, kid?" asked Randy, seeing the gleam in Kyle's
eye.

"Yes please, sir.  Like you do to Bob."  Randy grinned and ramped up the
speed and force of his fuck.  Not like he did to Bob, but enough to bring
Kyle to that exquisite limit just below the edge of pain.  Randy was a
master of this, making love but with an edge of fear that intensified the
boy's sexual craving.  "Thank you, sir," Kyle gasped.  "It feels awesome.
I love you, sir."

As Bob fucked Kevin gently he saw the boy glance at his ramrodded brother
and knew they were both feeling the same emotion, as they always did.  "You
want Randy too, don't you kid?"

"Yes please, sir," Kevin grinned up at him.

So, just as Kyle was wincing under the full force of the gypsy's piston in
his ass, Bob nudge Randy who reluctantly slowed down and pulled out.  They
quickly changed places and Kyle's stinging ass was treated by the balm of
Bob's tenderness, while Kevin looked expectantly at the wild gypsy who
forcefully impaled him on his long shaft.  Kevin gasped with a flash of
pain but immediately relaxed into the master fuck, confidant that Randy
would never hurt him.

And so the twin fucks continued, gentle on one side, forceful on the other.
As the men stared down at the euphoric smiles on the twins' faces it was
love, even more than lust, that made their cocks shudder in the tender
asses.  They watched mesmerized as the twins turned to look at each other
... and their lips met in a fervent kiss.  The effect on Bob and Randy was
instant.  They too gazed into each other's eyes and kissed each other
passionately.

The scene was amazing – two couples, twins and masters, making love to
each other as the masters' cocks made love to the boys' asses.  Men and
boys groaned in ecstasy, fighting against spilling their loads as the fuck
intensified.  The kissing stopped and the twins gazed up at the gleaming
bodies heaving above them, at the eyes burning down at them.  Desire
mounted until the brothers could not hold back.  Kevin asked, "Please,
sirs, may we cum soon?"

Randy pulled his mouth off Bob's and chuckled, "You calling the shots
again, eh kid?  OK, but this is how I want it."  He pushed Kevin's legs
further back so the boy's cock was pointing down at his own face.  Bob did
likewise with Kyle.

"OK, kids," Randy said, "let's see what you got."  He and Bob pounded the
brothers' butts harder driving the twins wild.  Their breath came in gasps,
hearts beat wildly and they shouted, "Thank you, sir ..." as their cocks
poured cum onto their own faces and into their mouths.

"Holy shit," Randy growled, watching the twins swallow their own jizz,
their sculpted features splashed with cum.  "Let's do it, buddy," he said
to Bob and the twins watched both muscular bodies shudder and felt the huge
cocks erupt, pouring hot semen deep inside them.  That made the twins shoot
again until they were drowning in their own cum.

Bob and Randy leaned forward and licked the boys' faces, sucking the juice
out of their mouths.  Then at last they pulled out their cocks, fell on the
twins and folded their shuddering bodies in their arms.

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

After a quick shower all four men lay naked in bed.  The twins were in
heaven, having been fucked and loved by their master and his lover.  And
now they were to spend the night with them, sleeping, loving ... and
whatever else the night would bring.

Before they closed their eyes Bob asked them a question.  "You know, kids,
next weekend Randy, Mark and I are going up to the shack in the dunes and
we're taking Pablo and Jamie along.  Would you like to join us?"

There was a long pause as the twins looked at each other, then Kevin
said. "If you would like that, sir, sure."

"It's not what I want, guys, it's what you want.  You've had a tough few
days organizing the party so you deserve a break.  Now come on, tell me the
truth."

The truth was that the twins didn't really want another weekend of intense
activity, this time tagging along with Pablo and Jamie, whom they knew
still had their own issues to deal with.  So Kyle plucked up the courage to
say, "Sir, if it's all the same to you, my brother and me were kinda
looking forward to a quiet weekend at home, spending most of the time
together, just the two of us.  Like you said, the last few days have been
kinda hectic and we need to ..."

"... get to know each other again," Bob said, grinning at Randy.  They both
understood what the twins needed – a big dose of brotherly love
... whatever form that took.  "Say no more guys. We get it completely.  You
have a good rest together."

That settled, Kyle lay his head on Randy's chest, Kevin on Bob's, their
faces close, smiling at each other.  Randy had to have the last word.  "But
just so you know, you kids are in our bed tonight so you do whatever we
tell you."

"Of course, sir ... you're the boss," the twins said together."  Bob raised
his eyebrows and smiled at Randy.  The twins had had the last word – a
word that nobody entirely believed.

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

Early next Saturday morning Randy's big truck barreled north on the coast
road headed for the Guadalupe Dunes, with all their gear and several
surfboards stashed in the back.

The trip had begun as a promise between three of the senior men, Randy the
King of the Gypsies; Bob the business executive; and Mark the blond cop, to
spend a weekend together and flex the muscles of their three-way love
affair.  Mark had suggested bringing his boy, the young surfer jock Jamie,
which prompted Randy to invite his boy Pablo, with whom he had not been
spending enough time lately, he admitted.

Pablo, who flaunted his role as the boss's boy, sat proudly up front
between Randy and Bob, while Mark and Jamie sat comfortably in the back
seat.  It was customary on trips for Mark to wear the black ribbed tank-top
that turned Jamie on so much.  Jamie, who had worked late in the company's
office, now slept with his head on his master's chest and Mark's arm round
him.

Pablo caught sight of them in the rear-view mirror and frowned.  Pablo was
the adopted son of Randy, and molded himself on the tough gypsy's image –
strengths and faults alike.  He was also the lover of the other senior boy,
the muscular, well-endowed Darius.

But, despite all those marks of his status in the tribe, the boss's boy
still felt a pang of envy as he saw Jamie in the muscular arms of the
gorgeous cop.  Like Randy, Pablo was the least affable of the boys but,
like Randy, he didn't give a shit.  Still, he resented Jamie's quiet
strength and easy-going demeanor, one of the best liked of the boys and
adored by the cop.

There was always an undercurrent of rivalry between the two, which was
mostly papered over by a veneer of tolerance and grudging politeness.  But
that veneer sometimes wore thin, as it had the day before when Pablo, head
mechanic on the construction site, had marched into Jamie's office and
demanded new equipment, which Jamie insisted was not covered in the budget.

The confrontation had escalated quickly as old resentments rose to the
surface.  Brandon, Jamie's assistant, could see it coming to blows so he
quickly wheeled himself out of the office and summoned Bob's help.  Bob had
quickly diffused the situation and come up with a compromise, followed by a
lecture on the need to work together in harmony.

But, as they drove up the coast, that coldness between the two boys still
hung in the air and the three men were all aware of it.  Bob had even
suggested earlier to Mark and Randy that maybe this weekend would provide
an opportunity for the boys to wipe out their resentment for good and, as
he had laughingly added, to bury the hatchet deep in the sand rather than
between each other's shoulder blades.

However, there seemed to be no move in that direction on the journey up to
the dunes, as Pablo preened between Randy and Bob and Jamie pressed his
head against the cop's hard pecs flexing under the thin black shirt.

When at last they arrived at the shack in the dunes, the activity of
unloading their gear superseded any simmering animosity until Mark proudly
reminded them that the shack belonged to Jamie (a long-ago gift from Mark)
so "In a way we are all Jamie's guests here."  Bob winced, realizing that,
in an effort to please his boy, Mark had inadvertently pressed all Pablo's
buttons.

Bob saw the dark scowl on Pablo's face and, in an effort to pour oil on
ominously troubled waters, he said lightly.  "Hey, boys, we three guys are
gonna just hang out here on the porch, so why don't you two go surfing?
The waves look pretty near perfect to me."

"You read my mind, sir," Jamie said.  "Come on dude."  He ran to the truck
but realized Pablo had not followed him.  He shrugged, pulled two boards
out of the truck and dragged them over to the shack, his golden-tanned
muscles rippling sexily in the sun, his tousled blond hair falling over his
handsome young face.

He was the iconic image of a gorgeous California surfing dude and the three
men all had boners in their shorts.  What annoyed Pablo most of all is that
his own cock got hard as he watched Jamie work, however much he resisted
it.  He sat sullenly next to Randy and huffed, "I get all the exercise I
need at my job and in the gym.  I don't sit at a desk all day.  So I ain't
going."

Randy punched him on the shoulder.  "What's up, boy?  You scared Jamie will
show you up?  Never knew you to refuse a challenge before ... that's not
the boss's boy I know!"

Those biting words from his master hit home and Pablo impulsively sprang to
his feet.  "Scared of Jamie?" he sneered.  "Here, give me that board."  He
grabbed one and Jamie smiled, "Good for you, Pablo.  Last time I saw you on
a board you were pretty good, so stick with me and I'll give you some
tips."

Pablo was stung by what he took to be arrogance and condescension from
Jamie, completely misjudging Jamie's intention, and he stomped toward the
water, dragging the board behind him.  Jamie ran after him, his board under
his arm, and together they splashed into the waves.

Bob frowned at Randy.  "Buddy, did you have to turn this into a contest?
You know how Pablo feels about Jamie right now and you've just set him up
to fail.  Remember what I told you when you fucked the twins?  `Don't be a
bully.'  No wonder Pablo is insecure."

"Insecure?!  Don't be an ass.  I've trained my boy never to back down from
a challenge.  He's tough, like me.  He'll come out on top – he always
does."

Bob sighed and raised his eyebrows at Mark who simply shrugged in a
resigned gesture – that's Randy for you.  As they drank beer and watched
the boys ride the waves – or try to – Randy's boast about his boy was
obviously way off target.

While Jamie surfed with his usual graceful expertise, shouting
instructions, Pablo was having far less success.  He wasn't all that bad
but next to Jamie he looked clumsy.  Over-confident, he ignored Jamie's
advice and occasionally got his timing wrong, lost his footing and fell off
the board.  And even when he caught a wave and rode it, several times he
wiped out completely.

Bob was right.  In his arrogance Randy had bullied his boy and set him up
for the failure they were now witnessing.  The boys had drifted further
down the beach by the time Pablo angrily called it quits.  He swam to shore
dragging his board behind him and as he stumbled through the surf Jamie
glided up beside him.  "Dude, that wasn't so bad.  Those few mistakes I can
correct easily.  See, it's all a question of balance and ..."

"Shut the fuck up, asshole," Pablo yelled.  "Who the fuck do you think you
are telling me what to do?  All because you're the cop's boy you think you
can throw your weight around like he does.  Shit, rip that uniform off him
and he's nothing."

Jamie sprang to his master's defense.  "That's crazy talk, Pablo, and you
know it.  Mark and Randy love each other and ..."

"I said shut the fuck up, boy.  My dad could demolish that cop with one
hand tied behind his back.  And if it comes to it I could do the same to
you," he shouted, shoving Jamie in the chest.

"Pablo, I'm not looking for a fight with you but if you don't stop
bad-mouthing Mark I'll ..."

"You'll what, dude?  Ride a wave to his rescue like some pussy surfer
scared to fight."  He shoved him again ... and again.  "I've seen how that
cop makes cow eyes at Bob, seducing him away from Randy.  He's no better
than ..."

"Enough," Jamie shouted, throwing himself at Pablo.  The two muscle-boys
fell writhing in the shallow surf, grappling, punching, rolling over and
over in the wet sand straining for advantage.

The men had watched with growing concern as the surfing lesson led to
trouble that escalated as the boys argued.  They caught snatches of the
heated conversation, enough to know that Pablo's irrational anger was
largely the root of the quarrel and that Jamie was defending Mark's honor.
The men usually stayed out of all boys' disagreements, letting them solve
their own problems, but when they saw the confrontation become physical
they knew they had to intervene.

They ran down the beach to where the fight was in full swing.  Despite
Pablo's reputation of a street fighter (like his dad) Jamie was giving as
good as he got, which only added to Pablo's fury.  Things were getting ugly
when they heard the cop's command "Freeze!" and Randy and Bob pulled the
boys apart and yanked them to their feet.

It was a dismal group of three men and two boys that trudged back to the
shack, seething with a mix of anger, frustration and disappointment.
Rather than yelling at the boys the men gave Pablo and Jamie something
worse – the silent treatment.  They resumed their seats on the patio and
carried on drinking beer, grim-faced, not uttering a word.  This unnerved
the boys who stood on the sand facing them, heads bowed, hands clasped
behind their backs, waiting for their punishment.

Bob knew that he, as the closest thing to an impartial observer, had to
take the lead.  Randy and Mark were scowling at each other, their tension
reflecting that of their boys.  Randy, while not exactly condoning his boy'
actions, could well understand Pablo's anger (a match for his own) at being
shown up as an amateur on a surfboard.  To Randy it was natural that the
contest should ultimately be decided by fists.  That's how Randy settled
most of his conflicts, and Pablo was, above all else, his master's boy.

Mark's anger came from his certainty that Jamie had been provoked by
Pablo's belligerence.  He knew that his boy had started out with the best
intentions of healing the rift with Pablo, and it was only when Pablo had
bad-mouthed Mark that Jamie sprang to his defense.  That was a source of
pride for Mark.

As Bob looked from one to the other he feared that their intransigence
could grow into animosity that would ruin the weekend.  He could think of
only one thing to do and he went into the shack and opened his phone.
Steve always answered his phone when he saw Bob's ID on it.  "Steve," Bob
said, "I'm glad you're there `cause we've hit kind of a problem here and I
need your advice.  He explained what had happened and concluded, "There's a
whole lot of tension in the air and I don't know how to deal with it."

Steve answered, "You know, Bob, I've watched those two boys lately, their
simmering rivalry and all that, but I've seen something else underneath it
all.  You remember how it used to be the same between Randy and Mark?  And
look how that turned out.  So here's my advice..."

"Hmm," Bob answered dubiously, then grinned.  "Well, Steve, you always were
an unconventional shrink but I gotta say your methods work.  So we'll give
it a try.  Thanks, doc."

He went out, rejoined the men and they spoke quietly so the boys couldn't
hear.  Bob said, "Look guys, I've been speaking to Steve and, here's what
he suggests ..."  Randy's reaction was one of derision and Mark said
forcefully, "I could never subject my boy to that."

"Guys, it's the only way.  Things have come to a head between your boys and
it'll take something drastic like this to solve it, illogical as it may
seem.  I don't mind taking the lead but you guys have gotta back me up.
Please guys."

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

Nobody, least of all Randy and Mark, could ever deny Bob's pleas so they
grudgingly agreed.  The three men stood on the patio and the boys looked up
at them.  "Pablo, Jamie," Bob said gently, "I want you to stand close
together."  Reluctantly the boys shuffled closer to each other, almost
shoulder to shoulder.

"Good, now face each other."  The boys obeyed, but without making eye
contact.  "Right..." Bob took a deep breath.  "Now kiss each other."

"Now way, man" Pablo blurted out, clenching his fists, and Jamie raised a
panicked face to Mark.  Incensed by Pablo's impertinence to Bob Randy
growled ominously, "Do it, boy."  Mark nodded his agreement to Jamie.
Unable to refuse their masters' orders the boys leaned toward each other
and touched their lips lightly together with a look of distaste.

Bob frowned.  "Come on, boys, I said kiss ... you do know how to kiss,
don't you?  Mouths, tongues, arms, the whole thing."

The dark-haired young muscle-boy and the handsome blond surfer took a deep
breath, paused under the watchful eyes of their masters, and moved
reluctantly closer.  Their chests touched and they put their arms round
each other, tentatively at first but with increasing willingness as their
mouths came together.  They flicked out their tongues but, when they
touched, hastily withdrew them.  Then, with more confidence, they licked
tongues again and probed inside their mouths and held each other tighter.

But suddenly they realized that their dicks were getting hard and they
pulled away, feeling they were being manipulated into doing something
against their will.  Bob looked down, encouraged by the boys' semi-hard
cocks.  Pablo appealed to Randy, "Sir, do we really have to do this crazy
stuff?"  Randy raised his eyebrows at Bob, leaving the answer to him.

Ignoring the question Bob said, "Good, now we men would like to see two
hard dicks – and we all know you're capable of that."  He had brought
out a blanket from the shack that he now spread out on the sand.  "You both
know the fastest way to a hard dick – does the number sixty-nine ring a
bell?"

"Shit damn," Pablo growled under his breath, but they both knew they had to
obey.  They lay on their sides on the blanket facing toward each other head
to toe so they were looking directly at the other's crotch.  This time
their reluctance was tempered by their strong youthful libidos that always
rose to the occasion (literally) when faced with a beautiful cock.

So with no cock-licking foreplay each one took the plunge and sucked the
other boy's cock into his mouth.  They buried their faces into the tangle
of pubic hair, holding their breath as long as they could, then gasping and
sharply inhaling the sweaty, salty taste and smell of the other.  Taste and
smell being the most seductive of the senses their cocks sprang to
attention and their reluctance faded as they sucked harder and deeper.

Bob smiled with satisfaction at Randy and Mark.  Steve's remedy seemed to
be working – so far – as the boyishly handsome faces plunged down on
the rigid poles.  Their passion was building, but their approaching climax
jolted them back to reality and common sense prevailed over sensuality.
They pulled away and stared at each other angrily, though this time their
anger was tempered by the sexual attraction they couldn't deny but
steadfastly opposed.

Bob knew this was a make or break moment so he grabbed a jar of lube he had
also brought from indoors and planted it decisively on the blanket beside
them.  "There, now make love ... and that's an order.  Come on guys
... fuck!"

Pablo, resentful of the way he had been manipulated, saw his chance to
regain his dominance.  "Right ..."  He flipped Jamie over on his back and,
ignoring the lube, spat in his palm and stroked his cock.  "This is how my
dad does it.  He's the best fuck in the world, and I take after him."  He
pulled Jamie's legs up high and drove his long wet cock deep in his ass.

"Aaah," Jamie gasped and instinctively put his hands on Pablo's chest to
push him away.  But Pablo's fighting spirit was surging back.  He grabbed
Jamie's wrists and forced them to the ground above his head.  "You're
finished, dude," he jeered.  "Let's see what you got, surfer-boy.  Let's
find out who's the top boy around here."

He began one of his master's notorious fucks.  His hero Randy asserted his
dominance with either his fists – or his cock, savaging the ass of his
rival.  And Pablo copied him now, hammering Jamie's ass in a wild bid to
make him submit once and for all.  "Fuck you, asshole," Jamie yelled.
"You're pathetic ... I can take whatever you dish out."

Bob could see his whole plan falling apart and, making matters worse, he
watched in dismay as Mark clenched his fists and moved menacingly forward.
But suddenly a deep voice barked, "Enough!"  Randy bent down, pulled Pablo
off Jamie and yelled, "Pablo, don't be a bully!"

Even in the midst of the drama Bob smiled inwardly at the irony of Randy
using the very words Bob had used on him when fucking the twins.  Randy was
learning.  "Kid," Randy said, "you've gotta lighten up.  The world ain't
against you, least of all Jamie.  He's a great kid, and so are you, so act
like it."

Randy knelt beside him.  "Kid, I used to be like this with Jamie's cop,
Mark.  Hated his guts, or thought I did.  Saw him as a threat – him
being a cop and all, strong, dominant, not to mention fucking gorgeous.
Then one day my brother Steve told me to `make love, not war'.  And so ..."

Randy stood up, gazed into Mark's eyes, and wrapped his arms round him.
"Sorry about all this, buddy.  My boy and me fucked up."  Randy pressed his
mouth against Mark's in a churning kiss. The resentment that had been
brewing between the cop and the gypsy was instantly submerged in a wave of
renewed affection that swelled up from deep inside.

Bob quickly ran into the shack, brought out another big blanket and spread
it on the sand next to the boys.  Mark and Randy dropped their shorts and
Randy fell on his back on the blanket.  The boys watched awestruck as Mark
used the lube to grease up his cock, and Randy raised his legs.  The gypsy
grinned, "Go for it, officer."  Mark eased his cock into Randy's ass, then
leaned forward and kissed him while he fucked him.

Pablo, copying his master as always, lay on his back and Jamie leaned over
him, bracing his hands on the blanket beside his head.  Before Jamie could
reach for the lube Pablo gazed up at him with a frown.

"Dude, I wanna ask you something.  Last week I was working on one of the
motor-bikes in the garden and when I finished I came into the office to ask
you something, and you and Brandon burst out laughing.  I know my face and
body were all smudged with oil and I must've looked like just a greasy
mechanic, but you two laughing at me really hurt and I walked out mad as
hell."

Jamie looked shocked.  "Dude, I thought you knew.  Brandon and me had been
watching you from the office and you looked so hot working with no shirt
on, your dungarees tied round your waist.  The oil streaked over that
gorgeous face and body made you even sexier and we both jerked off watching
you.

"I said to Brandon if you came into the office right then I would fuck that
beautiful ass of yours, and then you did walk in, which is what made us
laugh.  We were laughing `cos we were so turned on by you, looking so
fucking macho and sexy.  I thought you knew.  Actually, I've done that
often, like the times I go to the construction site and watch you work, and
I go into the trailer and bust my load looking at you."

There was a silence while Jamie lubed up his cock.  Pablo said, "Since
we're spilling our guts, Jamie, I might as well tell you that when I saw
you earlier waxing your board you looked so fucking hot that I fantasized
about getting fucked by you.  I had lusted for you before but I didn't jack
off `cos you made me so fucking mad – you so blond and gorgeous, more
popular than me and looking down on me, as I thought.  Shit, I've been such
an asshole, so blind."

"Well, buddy, we gotta make up for lost time.  What did you say you wanted
when I was waxing the board?  Something like this?"  Pablo raised his legs
as Randy had done and echoed his master, saying, "Go for it stud".  Jamie
moaned as he eased his cock deep in his ass.  "Jesus, Pablo, you have the
hottest ass in town.  I know you're used to Darius's huge tool so I hope I
don't disappoint."

"Now you're being the asshole, dude.  Just shut up and fuck.  Get your own
back and hammer my ass."

Jamie looked over and saw Mark still rising and falling over Randy as they
kissed passionately.  "Nah," Jamie said, "this is the time for making love.
Revenge is so ... yesterday."

Imitating Mark, Jamie leaned forward and pressed his lips against Pablo's.
And this time there was no recoil, no pulling back in anger.  This time
they blended together in a long delayed recognition of their affection and
respect for each other, now they had buried all the bullshit of resentment
and misunderstanding.

"Shit, dude," Pablo groaned, "your cock feels fucking awesome."  He reached
up and ran his hands over Jamie's pecs.  "And that body ... so damn sexy.
Fuck me, Jamie."

Bob looked down at the four men – the naked blond cop fucking the macho
gypsy boss, while next to them the tanned surfer jock made love to the
muscular boss's boy.  It was so beautiful to watch, so ... symmetrical
... masters and boys, animosity buried, making love.  As the loving fuck
continued Bob pulled out his phone, punched a button, and said softly, "It
worked, doc.  I owe you one."

Then he got down to the business of taking charge again and getting his
rocks off into the bargain.  He dropped his shorts and towered naked over
the two couples.  The kissing stopped and Randy and Pablo, on their backs,
stared up at Bob.  Mark and Jamie saw reflected in their eyes the glorious
image of the muscle-god they all loved towering over them stroking his
cock.

Bob wanted it to go on forever, wanted time to stand still on this perfect
scene.  But by now Randy and Pablo were both squeezing their asses round
the cocks that impaled them, causing Mark and Jamie to groan in ecstasy as
they held back their orgasms.  Bob stared down at Randy and their eyes met
in that familiar but other-worldly union of souls.  They knew exactly what
the other felt, what he needed.  And right now they needed to cum.

Bob beat his cock hard and shouted, "You are so fucking beautiful, guys
... I love you all.  Let's do it, men.  Yeah ... fuck yeah ... fuuuck ..."
Cum blasted from his cock and showered down on their faces, heads, chests
and backs.  Randy had tears in his eyes as he mouthed, `I love you man,'
and shot ribbons of sperm up onto Mark's chest.  Mark and the boys were
quick to follow suit until all five men were howling in triumph as they
pumped juice and finally collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and laughter.

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

Randy was the first to disentangle himself and reassert his leadership.
"Ok, guys, let's hit the water."  Buck naked he ran down to the surf
followed by the men and boys.  There was a lot of playful wrestling and
macho rough-housing but this time with no hint of rivalry among either the
men or the boys.  They finally burst from the surf and ran up the beach
where the men breathlessly regained their seats on the patio and Bob
proposed a toast.

"To Steve and his whacko ideas."

"To whacko ideas," Randy laughed, and Mark grinned, "I'll drink to that."

Jamie and Pablo sat cross-legged on the sand, smiling shyly at each other,
not quite sure what came next after they had at last called a truce and
made love, albeit at Bob's insistence.  Was it real?  Would it last?
Pablo's attitude had evidently changed when he grinned his crooked grin and
said, "Hey, dude, you know I didn't mean all that garbage about Mark.  That
was my anger talking.  I'm sorry, Jamie... it was total bullshit.  Mark's a
great guy and you're great together."

Jamie flashed him a smile of forgiveness and their shyness disappeared.
"Tell me, buddy," Pablo said, "I wasn't all that bad on a surfboard, was
I?"

Jamie's eyes sparkled.  "Of course not.  I told you that before.  Like I
said, it's all a question of balance and the position of your feet on the
board."

Pablo suddenly looked like an eager young boy.  "Do you wanna show me
again, dude?"

"Totally.  Let's go, buddy."  Jamie leapt to his feet and tucked his
surfboard under his arm.  Pablo did the same and they trotted down to the
water and launched themselves into the waves.  The men watched with huge
satisfaction as, unlike last time, Pablo followed Jamie's instructions and
soon the boys were shouting with exhilaration as they glided flawlessly
side by side on the crest of a wave.

They stayed out quite a long time and when they finally skidded to a halt
on the beach they flung their arms round each other.  When they ran up to
the shack, their eyes gleaming, Pablo said to Randy, "Sir, me and Jamie
were talking and we wondered, well, if it would be OK if we pitched the
tent in the dunes and spent the night there together."

Randy rubbed his hand over his stubbled jaw, teasing them with frowning
contemplation.  "Hmm, not so sure about that one, kid.  What do you other
guys think?"  Bob and Mark stifled smiles and shook their heads doubtfully.
But then Bob said, "I dunno about you guys but I don't wanna be kept awake
by two horny young bucks fucking all night on the floor of the shack."

"Hell no," Mark said, "the tent's the place for that kind of behavior.
Guess maybe we have to say yes."

Jamie flung his arms round him.  "Thank you, sir.  You're the best."  He
grabbed Pablo and they ran off to the truck to unload the tent.  The men
smiled smugly at each other, congratulating themselves on this happy
outcome.  Then a frown came to Randy's face and Mark said, "What's the
problem now, big guy?"

"Well, I guess things worked out OK.  It's just that it kinda pisses me off
when we three are together and one of us takes over, makes all the
decisions, gives the orders and we tag along like his damn servants.  Hell,
man, I'm supposed to be the boss of this outfit and you're a fucking cop
for Chris'sake.  We don't have to put up with that shit, do we?"

"Fuck no," Mark growled.  "It's about time a certain bossy
Senior-fucking-Vice-President executive stud got cut down to size.  Any
ideas?"

"Oh yeah, plenty.  Wait `til we get him in the shack tonight – just the
three of us.  His ass is grass."

He stared at Bob who caught the twinkle in his lover's eye and quivered
with anticipation.

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

Later that night, when the men were in the shack and the boys in their
tent, it happened that back in town in Steve's house Grady's mind was also
on sex.  He was lying alone in bed, fantasizing and stroking his dick, when
his phone rang.  He took his hand off his cock, grabbed the phone, and
smiled when he heard the sexy, accented voice.  It was the very man he had
just been fantasizing about.

"Amico, mi scuso for calling so late but are you working tomorrow?"

"Er, yeah Mario, but it's a light day and we should wrap early.  Then I
have two days off."

"Eccelente.  I would like to meet you after work and take you for that
dinner I promised at my favorite Italian restaurant.  Afterwards, if you
still have the energy, we can make a start on your, er ... your Italian
lessons."

Grady's acceptance was instant.  "It's a date Mario.  I'm glad you called.
I'll phone you tomorrow when we've wrapped."

After he hung up Grady realized that his cock was harder than ever.  His
thoughts lingered on Mario's hesitating `er' before `your Italian lessons'.
Was he sure the handsome Italian meant language lessons – or something
else?  Whatever – his fantasies now provided the `something else' as he
pounded his cock and came all over his washboard abs.

Then Grady fell asleep, his body wet with cum, his mind crowded with
dreams.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 284


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