Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2016 16:11:26 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 329  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 329
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Bob to Randy: "What are you gonna do to me, man?"  Randy: "Dunno, but I'll
think of something."  And he does.  "Shit, that is so fucking sexy," Bob
says, staring up at the naked gypsy, muscles flexing as he prepares to
dominate his superman lover.  Meanwhile, the young chef Danny and the blond
gymnast Tommy nervously share a bed. "You asleep, dude?"  "No, can't.  I
got this huge boner."


Chapter 329 - "WHAT YOU GONNA DO TO ME?"


************ In the previous chapter ***********

Dinner was a celebration.  The recent upheaval caused by Hassan's
irrational outburst of anger and his callous rejection of his boy Eddie
("this master/boy thing ain't working") was over.  And, as usual, all the
men and boys of the tribe knew every detail of the tumultuous saga.

They knew that the Marine, seized with guilt for his shameful action, had
reconciled with Eddie, their relationship now closer than ever.  However,
the other men of the tribe harbored ill feelings toward Hassan, and
everyone knew that the logjam of resentment had been broken, as always, by
Randy and his ritual punishment – ferociously butt-fucking the ass of
the soldier bound naked in the downstairs gym.

After that Randy had decreed that the subject was closed, finished, which
cleared the way for the other men to reconcile with Hassan, and restored
his position as a senior and respected member of the clan.  So now, as they
all gathered for dinner, Hassan was once again enjoying the genuine
friendship of the other men, his transgressions forgiven and forgotten.

Of course, everyone also knew what had happened after Randy had finished
with Hassan and gone to work, leaving the young Marine bound in the gym.
Bob had gone down to release him and welcomed him back to the tribe in his
own special way, with the help of Hassan's boy Eddie.  It had been a wild
sexual session where Eddie had serviced both men, and it culminated in Bob
offering his ass to Hassan as the ultimate gesture of friendship.

True, Bob had forewarned Randy of his intention and Randy had gritted his
teeth and voiced no objection ... at the time.  Everyone was aware of that
too.  But still ... Bob getting fucked by a beautiful alpha male like the
Marine was ... well, who knew?  In the past it would have been a red rag to
a bull – a raging bull.  But these days ...?

So when the party finally broke up they all watched with some slight
trepidation as the two guys stood up and said their goodnights.  Randy
slung his arm over Bob's shoulder and walked him to the house.  "Seems
friendly enough," said Hassan hopefully."  Mark sighed, "You think?"

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

Up in the master bedroom Randy didn't lose any time.  He was not one for
foreplay or pussy-footing around.  As soon as the door closed behind them
he said, "Did he fuck you?"

Bob sighed deeply.  "Randy, I thought that question went down with the Ark
a long time ago.  I can't believe you asked that."  He shrugged in
disbelief and got ready for bed, took off his shirt and jeans.  In just his
boxers he lay on his back on the bed, hands behind his head.

At the sight of the near-naked muscle-god lying before him Randy's dick got
rock hard.  But he persisted.  "Well, did he?"

"Jesus, you know he did, buddy.  I told you I was gonna ask him to, just to
show him all was forgiven.  You knew that, so give it a rest, buddy,
please."

"How was it?  Did you like it?  Was he a good fuck, as good as me?"

"Aaah!" Bob shouted, "I'm going mad. Or you are.  Somebody pinch me and
wake me up, please.  You know, for a tough, dominant alpha male you can
sure hang on to an insecurity."

He stared up at the swarthy gypsy whose pale blue eyes had a strange blend
of sorrow, confusion and fear.  Randy pulled off his tank and stood
bare-chested, stripped down to his jeans, looming over him in what Bob
judged to be part intimidation, part seduction.  Whatever ... it worked, as
Bob's cock rose under his shorts like a tent pole.

"See, Randy?  I still love you.  I'm not about to run away with Hassan and
live happily ever after on a Marine base, get it?"

Irritated by Bob's mocking tone Randy turned and paced the room, his fists
clenched.  "It's just that the guy's such a fucking stud – built like a
brick shithouse, body that won't quit, gorgeous face with that dark Arab
thing he's got going for him.  He's a fucking man's man – anyone would
be seduced by him."

"Except me, Randy.  Because I've got you – an alpha stud with a body
that won't quit, gorgeous face with that dark gypsy thing you've got going
for you.  Oh, plus I'm in love with you.  It's not a competition Randy, but
if it were, you'd win hands down – every time.  What do you want from
me?  To promise that I won't leave you, like I've promised a million times
already."

"Yeah, I know, I know.  It's just that the thought of that soldier fucking
your ass with that massive dick of his ...  Hell, it's my ass, buddy,
belongs to me!"

"Jesus, I can't believe I'm hearing this ... like we've slipped back a few
years to Randy's caveman days.  `I belong to you ... you own me ... you own
my ass.'  OK, buddy, right ... let's do it ... let's go back to the
stone-age, why don't we?"

Bob spread his arms and legs to the corners of the bed.  "Here I am, Randy,
spread-eagled, the man you own.  You gonna tie me up?  You gonna whip me,
punch me, shove your dick in the ass you own and fuck the bejeezus out of
me `til I submit and beg for mercy?  You gonna rope me, ride me like a
rodeo cowboy rides a bucking stallion until he tames him?"

"No, asshole, of course I'm not gonna do that."

"Then what are you gonna do, Randy?"

"I don't fucking know," Randy yelled in frustration.  "But I'll think of
something!"


********************* CHAPTER 329 *********************

Bob had to stifle a laugh at those last forlorn words, which he found both
amusing and quite moving.  He watched the big, muscular gypsy pace the
room, trying to look fierce despite having no idea what to do next.

Randy reverted to type, impulsively resorting to actions that had worked
for him in the past.  He unbuckled his belt, pulled it out of his jeans and
let it dangle from his fist.  But when he gazed down at his lover's soft
brown eyes staring up at him he threw the belt contemptuously aside.
Obviously he could not thrash the man he idolized.

He walked to the head of the bed and grabbed the ropes that always hung
round the bedposts.  He stared down at the near-naked muscle-god
spread-eagled on the bed and his cock jolted at the thought of seeing him
bound hand and foot.  But no, that was great when they were having sex but
no good as a punishment – not anymore.

And yet he did need to punish hm ... didn't he?  He had to show him who was
boss ... didn't he?  Couldn't let him give his ass to that gorgeous fucking
soldier and get away with it ... could he?  He recalled Bob's taunting
words. `You gonna rope me, ride me like a rodeo cowboy rides a bucking
stallion until he tames him?"  Nah, that suddenly sounded like a stupid
idea.  And yet ... shit, what the fuck could he do?

Bob's heart went out to Randy as he watched him pace in utter confusion.
Not for the first time Randy seemed like a lost little boy throwing a
tantrum, angry at something but with no idea how to retaliate.

"Randy," Bob said gently, "do you want me to give you a clue?"

"I don't need no fucking clue," he snarled.  He paced some more, and then,
"What?"

"Well, first of all, let me say that Hassan was a great fuck."  Randy
inhaled sharply and clenched his fists.  "I know that's not what you want
to hear, Randy, but it's a fact.  But let's not dwell on what Hassan did
and focus instead on what he didn't do.  Sure he fucked me, but we didn't
make love.  He said he loved me, but we weren't in love.  And when it was
over we didn't fall asleep in each other's arms.  Instead we gave Eddie the
time of his life – kissing him, teasing, tickling until he finally ran
off dying to tell the other boys all about it.

"And you know what Hassan said to me?  `What's Randy gonna say about this?
Man, I don't wanna tangle with him again.'  And I said, `No problem, I
already cleared it with him ... not that I need Randy's permission.  I'm my
own man ... he doesn't control me.'  Seems I was wrong."

Bob's speech had confused Randy even more and he blustered, "Fuck you, man.
You think you're so damn smart don't you?  Think you know all about men.
Well I'll tell you something, pal, I know about men too – men like you,
like the Marine.  I got a whole crew of guys at work who depend on me and I
run a real tight ship ... I know how to get the best out of them.

"Oh, and I suppose that makes you a beacon of wisdom, eh?"

"Well," Randy shrugged, "I wouldn't go that far."

Bob smiled inwardly but, not wanting to tease Randy any more, he decided to
play his trump card.  "You know what, buddy?  I'm tired, and this
conversation is going nowhere, so I'm going to sleep.  He pulled off his
shorts and turned over on his stomach.  He settled his face sideways on the
pillow, eyes closed, arms sprawled upward, legs splayed on the bed.

Randy had run out of words.  He gazed down at his naked lover – at his
handsome, chiseled face on the pillow, tousled dark hair falling over his
brow.  He stared at the broad back, muscles rippling slightly as he
breathed, at the outspread arms and legs, at the slim waist rising up over
the white globes of his ass in contrast to the golden tan of his body.

Randy's heart was pounding, as it always did when he watched this beautiful
man sleeping.  And he realized how stupid he had been, with his petty
jealousies, irrational fear, paranoia even, which led him to react in such
a crazy way, with his empty threats of physical punishment.

Punish him?  Punish this stunning man he would give his life for?!  All he
wanted to do now was love him, make love to him, show him just how deeply
he was in love.  And then he knew what Bob had been talking about – all
the things Hassan had not done.

Quickly he pulled off his boots and jeans, lay down naked on the bed and
Bob reflexively rolled over, so his back was pressing lightly against
Randy's chest.  Randy inhaled sharply as he felt his cock brushing against
the mounds of Bob's ass.

Man, he wanted him so bad but, after their touchy conversation, he was not
sure how Bob would respond.  He was afraid of offending him again so he lay
there frozen, their bodies barely touching, but dying to wrap his arms
round his lover and hold him, love him ... fuck him.  He was afraid of
waking him up ... and yet he didn't hear the deep breathing he always heard
when Bob was asleep.  So he plucked up his courage and murmured in Bob's
ear, "You asleep yet?"

"Hmm ... not really," Bob said drowsily.

After a silence Randy said, "Buddy, that stuff you said about Hassan
... you know, the things he didn't do ... all that stuff about making love.
Did you say that `cos you want me to do it?"

Bob stirred and pressed harder back against Randy.  "You know, for a big
construction boss who claims to know all about his men you can be real
thick sometimes ... all that caveman crap about payback, punishment, yada
yada yada ...  What the hell do you think I wanted as soon as we walked in
here?"

Randy smiled to himself with relief and realized that Bob had been teasing
him.  To save face he said, "You don't think I meant all that shit, do you?
I was teasing you, dude."  He let things settle until Bob was breathing
more heavily, then licked the palm of his hand and stroked his cock.  He
eased the head between the cheeks of Bob's ass and pushed ever so slowly,
his thick rod sliding gently inside him.

"Mmm," Bob groaned, "that's better.  Keep doing what you're doing, man."

So Randy did, lying behind him, his hips moving back and forth, one arm
wrapped round him. Over the years Bob had been fucked by all the men in the
tribe, but nothing beat this, the feeling of his lover's huge cock filling
his ass.  This is what he needed, what he craved, and he always would.  But
he was still in a teasing mood and finally said, "That all you got, big
guy?"

"Oh, man," Randy grinned, "you are really asking for it.  You know how I
make love, buddy.  Vanilla it ain't.  It can get mighty rough."

"I'm counting on it."

Randy suddenly pulled out, shoved Bob over on his stomach and knelt between
his splayed legs.  He gazed down at the perfect round globes of his butt,
leaned forward and pressed his hands on the small of Bob's back at his
narrow waist.  "Look in the mirror, dude."

Bob raised his head off the pillow, stared at the full length mirror at the
head of the bed and said, "Oh, that's it, buddy, that's the look.  Shit,
that is so fucking sexy."  He was staring at the naked gypsy bending
forward over him – his biceps and shoulders flexing as his arms braced
rigid on Bob's lower back, pinning his body to the bed.

But it was the face that held him mesmerized – the dark, sculpted
features; square, stubbled jaw; high gypsy cheekbones; long black hair
... and the eyes, always the pale-blue eyes that penetrated down to his
very soul."

The balance of power was always shifting between the two men.  With words
Bob could tie Randy into knots and leave him confused as a young boy, but
when it came to action, Randy was king – cocksure, dominant, all man.
Fucking was his territory, nobody could beat him, and now it was Bob who
was reduced to a man tied in knots – of desire.  Randy flashed his
confident smile.  "You know you want it, man.  Forget all the other guys
and all the bullshit.  This is what you want.  Let's hear it."

"You know I want it, Randy ... always ... from the first day I met you.
And I'm not ashamed to say it ... fuck me ... fuck me, sir ... fuck my ass
... aaah ..."

He sighed deeply as Randy drove his rod quickly into his ass, then pulled
back and pushed in again.  Bob knew exactly what to expect ... a quick
acceleration of deep thrusts until the gypsy was pile-driving him with his
long shaft.  "You like it hard, don't you, buddy?  Hard like this?"

This was vintage Randy, his cock a piston powering into his hungry ass as
Bob stared in the mirror at the wild face, stubbled jaw clenched hard,
black hair flying, the laser-blue eyes piercing his eyes while his rod
pierced his ass.  "Yeaaah!" Bob howled in ecstasy, then let his face drop
into the pillow, biting it and flexing hard to withstand the gypsy's
assault.

But Randy did not want a face buried in a pillow ... he wanted to look at
his lover – to fuck his eyes while he fucked his ass.  So he grabbed
Bob's thick, dark hair and pulled his head back to face the mirror while he
fucked him.

But even that was not enough so he made one of his signature moves –
grabbing Bob and flipping him over on his back, his ass spinning on the
pounding rod.  Randy pushed his shoulders against Bob's raised legs, leaned
forward and pinned his wrists to the bed above his head.  He smiled at him,
their faces inches apart.

"Now you're mine, buddy.  Now I own your ass ... it belongs to me
... right?"

"Yeah ... you own it, man.  Fuck it ... please, sir."  Bob's submissive
tone was not playacting, not fantasy sex.  It was real.  Bob was a
handsome, powerful alpha male, confident in his authority over most men.
But with Randy this is what he craved ... to be dominated by the wild gypsy
he had met by chance in a run-down bar, fallen in love with – and stayed
with ever since.

Randy was the only man in the world who had ever truly subjugated Bob, and
his legendary fucks with that monster cock were the manifestation of his
power.  But it was his eyes that held Bob in thrall to him, those hypnotic
eyes that drew him into a world where no one existed but them, eyes that
were mirrors in which he saw his own reflection, saw his own passion, his
own willing surrender to the eyes, the face, the body ... to the man he
idolized.

Randy continued to pound ass and now he was confident enough to say
anything, raise any topic.  "Is this how he fucked you, man?  Is this how
the soldier fucked your ass?"

"Not this hard," Bob murmured breathlessly.

"Ah, slower, uh?  But not like this, I bet."

Suddenly Randy's cock slowed to a gentle massage, a caress almost, as it
pulled back then glided gently deep inside ... and over the inner
sphincter, making Bob moan, "Oh ... oh ... oh, god ... that feels ... aaah
..."  Randy pulled the head of his cock back and forth over the
ultra-sensitive sphincter deep inside him, driving Bob wild with desire.
Then he pulled back halfway, massaged his ass with short thrusts, before
easing his cock in deep again to work on the sphincter some more.

A master of his art Randy teased, cajoled, thrilled and frustrated Bob,
bringing him to the edge of orgasm, then taunting again and watching with
satisfaction as the handsome face winced and thrashed from side to side on
the pillow.

Randy was indulging his greatest pleasure – to give his lover the
exquisite gift of domination by keeping him at the peak of desire.  In full
command now this was one time Randy's insecurity about Bob disappeared.
Right now he was sure that Bob loved him with a passion that would last
forever.  Bob would never leave him, could never leave.  They would never
part.

There was a hint of triumph in Randy's smile.  "The soldier didn't do this
to you, did he, buddy?"

"Nobody does that to me, Randy," Bob said meekly.  "No one except you.  You
know you're driving me crazy ... I need to cum ... will you let me cum?"

"No!" Randy ordered, his eyes flashing.  "You are not to cum.  Is that
clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Even when I do this ..." Randy pulled his cock all the way back and smiled
at him.  "Look at me, buddy ... look in my eyes.  Here it comes."  He
suddenly thrust forward, his cock erupted deep inside him and flooded Bob's
ass with his sperm.  Bob's eyes opened wide and he moaned, "Oh god ... oh
god ..."

"Don't cum, man ... not yet."

So Bob gritted his teeth, stared into the hypnotic eyes that forbade him to
disobey, even though his cock and balls were bursting for release.  He
breathed deeply and waited until the pulsing cock emptied inside him.  When
Randy pulled out Bob sighed with frustrated desire and asked plaintively,
"Why can't I cum, Randy?"

Randy released his wrists and reared upright on his knees.  "Why?  Well,
remember a while ago you told me to focus on the things you and Hassan did
not do?  Like, he didn't make love to you.  So I made love to you instead
and ..." with a streak of the arrogance Bob found so sexy ... "and gave you
what no other guy ever could.  But there's one other thing you two did not
do."

Randy flashed his roguish smile.  "Sure, the soldier fucked you good
... but you didn't fuck him!"

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

It took a moment for Randy's meaning to register, then Bob grinned up at
him.  "You son of a bitch.  OK, big guy, you asked for it."

Bob flipped Randy off him, meeting no resistance although he knew Randy's
strength could have overpowered him if he'd wanted to.  And in seconds
their positions were reversed, with Bob leaning over him, pinning his arms
to the bed, the tip of his cock pressing against his hole.  "Man, I'm so
close.  You mother-fucker, you knew I'd be bursting to cum when I got to
fuck you."

Randy grinned, "Quit complaining, asshole ... shut up and fuck."

So Bob took the plunge ... literally.  He drove his cock deep in the
gypsy's fiery ass, then pulled back quickly in a frantic attempt to prevent
his orgasm.

Randy said, "Look at me, buddy ... look at my eyes."  Bob obeyed, sensing
that even though he was top man right now Randy was still calling the
shots.  "You feel great inside me, stud.  We should do this more often.  I
know, I know, your balls are bursting.  And you know I can make you cum
anytime I want.  So wait for it, man."

Bob knew Randy was right.  He was firmly in Randy's power, even though
Randy was the one with a dick up his ass.  Bob moved his cock slowly,
carefully inside his lover, staring pleadingly into the blue eyes that
danced with mischief.  And at last Randy had mercy on him, saying simply,
"OK, man.  Let it go.  Fuck me..."

Bob pulled all the way back ... then slammed in deep, and all his pent-up
passion exploded in his lover's ass.  Their howls could be heard throughout
the compound and many a half-asleep man or boy felt his cock get hard and a
smile come to his lips.  The bosses were making love and all was right with
the tribe's world.

In a few minutes silence reigned and Bob lay on top of Randy, his cock
still deep in his ass, their mouths locked in a churning kiss.  When at
last they broke apart Randy grinned up at Bob and said, "You're a great
fuck, buddy ... you're a great everything.  Funny how making love with you
makes everything come right, eh?"

He pulled Bob tighter to him.  "I remember one other thing you said you
didn't do with Hassan.  `When it was over we didn't fall asleep in each
other's arms,' you said.  Well, I guess that's one other thing we have to
make up for here, don't ya think?"

"You're the boss," Bob chuckled.  "He pulled out of Randy's ass, rolled on
his side and pressed his back against Randy's chest, their favorite
position to sleep in.  Randy wrapped an arm round Bob's waist and nuzzled
the nape of his neck.

"You know?" Bob said drowsily, "during dinner I was chatting with Steve and
he said next Friday after work we should go up to his place and meet with
him for an hour ... sort of a couple's-therapy refresher."

"Hm," Randy grunted, "like I need my brother to tell me how to treat you?
After what we just did here? ... I don't think so."

"And after the session, Steve said we should stay for dinner with him and
Lloyd ..." Bob grinned to himself ... "served by their houseboy Tommy."

"Ah, you mean Golden Boy?  The blond gymnast with the buns of death?  Well,
if you put it like that, maybe couple's therapy don't sound so bad."

"Depends on the couple, I suppose," Bob teased.

"And on the therapy," Randy chuckled.

"Randy, you're a jackrabbit – or you screw like one.  You see a great
ass and ... just fuck it."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Asshole," Bob said, snuggling closer.  "Go to sleep."

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

And so the last repercussion of the Hassan/Eddie saga had played out.  When
Hassan had first got mad with Eddie it was like throwing a rock into a
lake, where the ripples spread violently outward and rocked boats caught in
the swell.  Bob and Randy had been caught too, though they bore no
responsibility for the incident.  But just as Randy had bestowed the
tribe's forgiveness on Hassan, so the act of Bob and Randy making love had
brought peace to the tribe and brought down the curtain on the whole sorry
story.

The next morning at breakfast there was a lightness about the group like a
new day dawning.  Most of the guys round the table had heard the orgasmic
howls of the two men the night before and, if harmony had come to the
leaders, it now infused the whole tribe.

Randy had increased respect from the men and boys and a new-found
confidence in himself, bordering on cockiness, after his total domination
of Superman the night before.  When it was time for work Randy looked
across the table at Zack, his co-manager at the construction site and
grinned, "So what d'ya say, big guy?  Let's get to work and kick some ass,
eh?"

Zack flashed a quick grin at Bob, then stood up, a shirtless black
muscle-god the equal of Randy, and said, "You got it, big guy.  Let's
roll."

As they left together Bob looked over at Mark who chuckled, "So, may we
assume things went well last night?"

"You may assume so, officer.  And the next time, I want you there.  It's
about time the three of us got together again.  You can help me gang up on
that arrogant hunk of man."

"Just say the word, buddy."  Mark kissed him on the lips and went to work.

Bob phoned Steve and confirmed that they were on for Friday evening.
"Great," Steve said, "though rumor has it on the grapevine that you two
don't need much help from a shrink.  To tell you the truth, Bob ... You got
a minute?"

"Sure."

"Well, I'm hatching another little plan.  See, young Tommy is doing great
here, he's a real asset to the house, he's good buddies with Lloyd, and
actually a lot of fun when he loses that stiffness and relaxes a bit.  One
of the things that concerns me, though, is that he tends to stay isolated
up here, away from the tribe and the other houses.  The other boys visit
sometimes, but he can't seem to entirely shake off that Arrogant Golden Boy
image he brought with him from his up-market manager's job at the Ritz
Carlton.

"Anyway, my shrink mind started ticking over and I ended up asking Mario if
he and Grady could loan me Danny for the evening.  They're going out to
dinner so it works out fine.  Danny is a great chef as you know so Lloyd
won't have to be in the kitchen.  But here's the rub ... Danny will be
working with Tommy, but they have a rather checkered history together.  Now
that's a whole `nother story that I'll go into when I see you."

Steve chuckled.  "So keep those loving vibes flowing with that hot-blooded
brother of mine, buddy, and we'll see you both on Friday."

Bob shut off the phone with a smile.  He loved it when Steve's therapist
mind kicked into planning gear, and he couldn't wait to see what was in the
works this time.

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

Friday evening came and they drove down the drive to Steve's house in Bob's
Mercedes.  They were casually but smartly dressed, Bob in slacks and a pale
blue dress shirt, Randy in jeans and a black polo shirt.  Left to himself
Randy would have worn his usual tank top but Bob had insisted that he
smarten up with the shirt he had bought for him.

Not that it made much difference.  Whatever he wore Randy's muscular body
bulged underneath it and he somehow gave the impression that he was about
to yank the shirt off at any minute – not that anyone would have
objected.  Most of the boys always fantasized about the body under the
shirt and couldn't wait to see the construction boss shirtless.

That was certainly the case with Tommy who opened the door to greet them.
He was in formal major domo mode in the uniform Lloyd had designed for him
– tight black pants that stretched over his glorious ice-skater's ass, a
dark gray T-shirt under a black matador jacket with its short waist-high
back designed to show off the ass bulge to best advantage.  (Lloyd's
expertise as an architect extended even to the body architecture of the
blond gymnast.)

Tommy's professional poise wilted a bit when he saw Randy, looking stunning
in his black shirt that matched his stubbled jaw, dark gypsy face and long
black hair.  Tommy had always quietly worshipped Randy, recalling the times
the muscle-god had ferociously fucked him.  The boy secretly longed for
more and frequently jerked off fantasizing about it.  Randy knew the effect
he always had on the boy and played on it.  "Hey, Tommy.  How's it
hangin'?"

Tommy's knees went weak but he quickly regrouped.  "Er, I'm very well, sir.
Welcome gentlemen," he said rather stiffly (though not as stiff as his
dick).  "Follow me, sirs – Steve and Lloyd are on the terrace."

He led them through the house and Randy's gaze zeroed in on Tommy's perfect
butt that flexed under the tight pants as he walked.  Randy grinned
wide-eyed at Bob and his fingers curled in claws as if to grab the ass,
breathing a not-too-subtle "Phew!"

"Down, tiger," Bob hissed out of the side of his mouth.  "Behave yourself."

"Hey, guys ..."  Steve jumped up from his chair on the deck by the pool and
strode over to give then both a hug.  He too was wearing jeans and a polo
shirt, brown, so his resemblance to his brother was even more marked.  "You
gotta forgive Lloyd, gentlemen.  He's in his lazy mood."

"Hell no," Lloyd laughed and waved from his chaise, looking hunky handsome
in shorts and a loose, dark-blue casual shirt hanging open over his chest.
"I'm just a guest here today, relieved of kitchen duty for once, thanks to
young Danny."

"Is he in the kitchen?" Bob asked.  "I must go and say hello."  While Tommy
took drinks orders Bob went into the house and through to the kitchen where
Danny was bending over the counter with his back to him, chopping
vegetables.  He was wearing white pants and a blue T-shirt, with a long
apron tied round his waist.

He didn't hear Bob come up silently behind him but felt strong arms curl
round him from behind.  Before he could turn round he heard Bob's voice.
"OK if a guest kisses the chef?"

Danny spun round and smiled with pleasure behind his black rimmed glasses
seeing Bob, a man he loved ever since he had rescued him from his menial
job at the hotel and given him a job as a chef with the tribe.  He smiled
mischievously.  "It's not only OK, sir, it's required.  No kisses, no
dinner – rule of the house."

"Can't have that, kiddo, I'm starved."  Bob pulled off Danny's glasses,
grabbed his face in his hands and gave him an opened mouthed kiss, tongues
and all.  When at last they separated Danny said, "No more, sir, or I'll
cum in my pants and that's against health regulations."

"Didn't want to interrupt you, Danny ... just wanted to see how you're
doing up at the Grady House."

Danny sat on a stool, eager to talk.  "I have a few minutes, sir, before
things start to boil.  I'm doing great, sir, never happier.  Grady and
Mario are fabulous to me.  Who'd have thought it when you met me as a
humble pool boy, that I'd be working for a gorgeous movie star people lust
for all over the world.  Did you hear, sir?  Grady has just filmed a couple
of scenes for the sequel to his Tarzan movie – you know, using the same
sets before they strike them."

"Wow, so there's really gonna be a sequel ... a franchise.  That young
man's gonna be really rich and famous.  I better warn him about throwing
his money around."

"Oh, Mario wouldn't let him do that, sir.  And Grady does whatever Mario
says.  I've never seen two guys as much in love as those two.  And Brian,
my assistant, is having the time of his life up there.  You know, he works
so hard that most of the time I forget he's in a wheelchair."

"I'm so happy to hear that, Danny.  So, you're loaned out to Steve and
Lloyd for the evening, working with Tommy.  How's that working out?"

Bob noticed a momentary hesitation.  "Er, it's fine, sir.  `Course you know
how I love being in a kitchen and Tommy lets me do what I want here."

"But you'll join us for dinner, of course."

"Well ... if Tommy says it's OK.  He's the house manager here ... he's the
boss."

Bob lowered his voice conspiratorially.  "Danny, between you and me, the
guests trump the houseboy and get what they want.  And Randy and I will
definitely want you to eat dinner with us, so that's that.  There's even
talk of us staying the night so we don't drive home drunk.  So maybe we'll
be seeing more of you later.  If you would like that."

Danny blushed slightly.  "I would like that very much, sir."

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

Things were coming to a boil on the stove so Bob left Danny to it and
rejoined the men outside.  "Hey, buddy," Randy said, "there's your drink I
ordered from Tommy."

"How did you know what I wanted?"

Randy grinned, "I always know what you want, man, so shut up and drink."
Bob pulled a long face and looked in mock surprise at Steve.  "Wow, his
master's growl – borders on verbal abuse, wouldn't you say, doc."

"Oh, I'm not worried," Steve chuckled.  "I'm sure you have ways to
retaliate.  So, you had a chat with Danny?  How do you think he's doing?"

"Oh, sounds like he's having the time of his life at the Grady House.
Hell, he's the chef-housekeeper for one of the hottest upcoming movies
stars, a job most guys would give their eye teeth for.  Grady and Mario
love him so much he occasionally shares their bed.  Yeah, he's over the
moon ... except I detected a moment's hesitation when I asked about Tommy."

"Yeah, you're right about that, Bob, and I'm working on it.  Those two have
had difficulties in the past.  Hell, I don't have to tell you two about
that ... you saw it first hand when you stayed at that classy hotel and
both boys were working there."

"Yeah," Bob said, "hard to forget that.  Tommy was the assistant manager
and Danny's supervisor, giving the kid a real hard time, lording it over
the lowly pool boy.  Until our gypsy friend here cut him down to size –
playing the part of a backwoods Texan."

Randy grinned and fell into his raw Texas drawl.  "Damn right, ah remember
that arrogant own-shit-don't-stink young son-of-a-bitch real well.  Looked
down his nose at me from the minute I strode up and slammed my hand down on
the reception desk.  But the second I looked in his eyes I saw them flinch
and I knew I was gonna fuck him.  So did he.

"Lucky for him he's got the buns of death.  My dick and that ass ... match
made in heaven ... or hell as the case may be.  Proud as a peacock, Golden
Boy he was ... claimed he was a look-but-don't-touch top man.  Bullshit.
He wound up dragging himself on his belly across our hotel room floor
begging the big ol' Texan construction worker to fuck his ass ... and I was
only too happy to oblige."

By this time the other three were in fits of laughter.  Steve said, "Well,
Randy, you must have made quite an impression on him – or in him –
`cos he's mellowed out a lot.  When he looks at you I get the feeling that
any minute he's gonna drop to his knees and clamp his mouth over the bulge
in your pants.  He sure as hell wants to."

"Yeah, well, he'll get his chance.  All in good time."

"But what I really wanted to talk about was him and Danny.  From time to
time they've worked together since they both moved to L.A. ... in this
house where Tommy's the boss, and at the Grady House where Danny rules.
But it's a delicate balance.  Starting out the way they did – the
manager abusing the pool boy – has made things difficult."  Steve sipped
his drink and let his words sink in.

"To a large extent they've buried their differences," he continued, "but
there's still that tension between them, as you saw, Bob, from Danny's
hesitant reaction.  And the trouble is, the boys of the tribe are all real
close with Danny – Brandon, Brian, Ben and the others – and they'll
never really warm to Tommy until they know Danny does."

"So what's your plan, doc?" Bob smiled.  "I can see that shrink's mind
ticking over."

"Oh, you'll see," Steve smiled enigmatically.  "You two guys are gonna stay
the night, I hope.  You'll have to if you wanna fuck the `buns of death',
Randy, `cos you can't do it tonight, you'll have to wait `til morning.  You
two will have the guest room, of course.  As for the rest ... I'll think of
something."

Randy said, "Fuck you, bro, and those fancy plans you cook up ... putting
the kibosh on a guy having a bit of fun.  So Golden Boy's ass is off limits
tonight, uh?  Ah well, I guess I can wait."

"Well," Bob said, "you'll still have me as a second choice.  I know I'm not
a young blond gymnast with an ice-skater's ass but ... maybe I'll do as a
consolation prize.  Think of me as first runner up.  And as the saying
goes, `If, for any reason, Miss America is unable to fulfil her duties ..."

"Asshole," Randy grinned.  "Yeah, I guess you'll do.  Mr. America can
fulfil his duties tomorrow."

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

So there were six for dinner that evening, as Tommy and Danny joined them.
And it went with surprising smoothness.  The two boys at first left all the
taking to the two men, but after carefully placed questions, especially
from Bob and Steve, the boys were drawn into the conversation and were soon
entertaining them with their many tales of the goings on at their old
hotel.

Danny was guarded when discussing life at the Grady House as it was an
iron-clad rule that Grady's privacy had to be preserved at all costs by the
staff there, Danny and Brian.  But if anyone could be trusted with stories
of Grady and Mario, it was certainly these four men – Bob and Randy,
Steve and Lloyd – who were intrigued by Danny's tales of life with the
stars.

Dinner went on a long time and the wine flowed copiously.  So when finally
the evening wound down it was obvious that no-one should get behind the
wheel of a car and drive home.  Steve's invitation to Bob and Randy was
already agreed – the guest room, no problem.  But what of Danny?  Bob
watched Steve carefully and smiled to himself as he saw the plan in
motion."

"Danny, a while ago I called Mario and he and Grady insist that you should
not drive back there tonight after drinking.  And there's no problem at
all.  Mario says he's having fun working in the kitchen with Brian and
they're even teaching Grady to cook ... kind of.  More food on the floor
than on the counter, Mario says.  So if it's OK with you, you'll spend the
night here."

"Fine, sir," Danny said.  "Where will I ...?"

"Well, that's a bit of a problem.  There's a bed in Lloyd's office but
right now it's smothered with Lloyd's blueprints for a new project.  So,
er, the easiest thing would be for you to share Tommy's room ... if that's
OK with Tommy."

"Of course, sir," Tommy said obediently.  "I have that big California
king-size bed so Danny won't be in the way."  He winced and bit his tongue,
realizing instantly how patronizing and demeaning that sounded.  "Sorry, I
..." he blushed deeply.

But Danny took it all in stride.  "That'll be just fine, sir.  And in the
morning I can help Tommy make breakfast before I go back to the Grady house
and see how bad of a mess Grady has made in my kitchen."

As the boys went off to clear away the dinner things Bob grinned at Steve.
"So that's the plan, eh, doc?  Do you think it'll work?"

"Dunno," Steve shrugged.  "Sometimes therapy consists of throwing a bunch
of stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks.  But I'm hopeful that this
time it'll stick.  Just a hunch.  So goodnight, you two.  And don't take
any more of my big brother's verbal abuse, Bob.  Physical abuse?  Not a
problem."

He disappeared into the master bedroom with Lloyd, and Randy slung his arm
over Bob's shoulder as they made for the guestroom.  "So," Randy said, "I'm
stuck with the first runner up, eh?  Wonder what that's gonna be like?"

"Only one way to find out, stud."

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

In the kitchen Danny and Tommy were, if anything, even more tentative with
each other than before, knowing they would be sharing a bed. They had
participated in sex games with the other boys before, but spending a whole
night together like this, just the two of them, seemed somehow more
serious.  As they put things away and cleaned the countertops Danny said,
"Tommy, I guess I kinda got foisted on you by Steve.  I don't wanna invade
your privacy so I could always take the couch if you like."

"Nah, no sweat, dude.  Like I said, it's a big bed and you'll be no
trouble."  Shit, he thought, that didn't come out right either.  He always
came across as so damn haughty somehow.  As they moved around the kitchen
they took care not to bump into each other, and when they accidentally
brushed shoulders they instinctively recoiled.

They were both surprised at their nervous reactions.  They had assumed that
they had long since buried the hatchet from their antagonistic relationship
at the hotel, but it didn't help that a strained manager/assistant role
still came between them – Tommy the boss here and Danny in charge at the
Grady House.  They had never made the leap of seeing themselves as equals.

By the time they had finished in the kitchen they were more on edge than
ever as they went into Tommy's bedroom.  It was at the side of the house
with a view of the pool and the Hollywood Hills beyond.  The light of the
full moon streamed through the large picture windows and fell on the big
bed that dominated the room.  In any other circumstances it would have been
the perfect setting for love-making, but that fleeting thought made
everything even worse.

They instinctively turned away from each other as they undressed, but with
all the mirrors in the room they could not avoid glimpses of each other.
Danny saw Tommy pull off his T-shirt and stifled a gasp at the sight of the
perfectly sculpted gymnast torso.  And when he pulled his pants down Danny
couldn't pull away from the reflection of the spectacular ass everyone
lusted for.

Tommy's habit was to sleep naked and he now got quickly into bed and turned
on his side, facing away from Danny undressing across the room.  He closed
his eyes at first but then stealthily peeked at Danny in the mirror,
through narrowed eyes to avoid detection.

He was surprised at the lithe, muscular young body that he had never paid
much attention to before, although he always thought of the boy as cute.
Danny had obviously been working out with Grady and Mario in the Grady
House gym and Tommy was impressed.

Danny had stripped down to his boxer briefs and hesitated to take them off.
But he thought, hell if Tommy can sleep in the buff, why am I nervous about
getting naked?  Fuck that ...  He pulled off his briefs and was startled
when his stiff cock sprang out.  Obviously the sight of the naked gymnast
had turned him on, but he dismissed that notion, got quickly into bed and
lay on his side near the edge with his back to Tommy.

"Night, dude."  "Night."  Tommy switched off the bedside light but the room
was still bright with the silver light of the moon flooding in.  They both
clung to their edge of the bed and tried to sleep, but it was tough for
both of them.  Their minds wouldn't be quiet, they were racing with a
jumble of thoughts neither could identify.  If only his hard-on would go
down, Danny thought, he could fall asleep.

Eventually he did get drowsy but the light was so bright he looked for the
off switch before realizing it was moonlight.  Half-asleep, half-awake
Danny started to toss, but when he turned over he found himself facing
Tommy who had also turned toward him.  And Tommy's eyes were open.  They
stared at each other for a split second then both whipped over with their
backs to each other again, clinging even more precariously to their edge of
the bed.

After that jolt Danny's hard-on did lessen a bit and he began to drift off
to sleep.  He turned over again, unconsciously stretched out his arm, and
his hand came to rest on Tommy's chest.  He woke instantly, pulled back his
arm and lay on his back.  "Sorry, dude."

"S'OK," Tommy said softly and he too lay on his back.  Soon his head turned
on the pillow to look at Danny.  His eyes were closed and he struck Tommy
as kind of angelic in the light of the moon, cuter than he had ever looked
before.  Danny stirred and Tommy whipped his head back and stared at the
ceiling.  But still sleep wouldn't come and he said softly, "You asleep,
dude?"

Silence, then Danny murmured, "No, can't sleep.  Trouble is I got this
boner.  Think I'll go to the bathroom and get rid of it with a quick one
off the wrist."

"Me too," Tommy said "... same thing."  Another silence then Tommy said,
"Kinda dumb going to the bathroom in turn and jerking off don't ya think?
Easier to help each other out, uh?"

Tentatively, silently, still staring at the ceiling they reached over and
groped for the other boy's cock.  Soon they were stroking each other
slowly, less tense now that the ice was broken.  Danny asked, "You ever,
like, think of doing stuff like this with me, dude?"

"Not really.  Well, that's not quite true.  Remember that party at the
Grady house when you were wearing that chef's hat.  You looked so cute in
your black rimmed glasses that for a second I wanted to kiss you.  Then the
thought went away, you know how it does."

"I do.  Happened to me once when I saw you lying on a chaise in the sun in
just your speedos.  I had a sudden urge to reach out and touch that awesome
body of yours, but then Mario called me away for something and the moment
passed."

"Dumb, uh?" Tommy said.

"Kinda.  Tommy, my cock feels so good in your hand but I don't wanna cum
like this.  D'you think? ... I mean ... you don't have to but ..."

"You want me to suck your dick, dude?"

"Yeah, would you?"  The bedcovers were thrown off, they twisted round and
in seconds they were lying head to toe with their mouths wrapped round each
other's cock.  Slurping and moaning with pleasure their inhibitions started
to weaken and the novelty of sucking a boy they had always been scared even
to touch brought them pretty close to a climax.

Suddenly Danny pulled off but stayed where he was without looking back at
Tommy.  Easier to say what he wanted to say like this, without catching his
eye, so he plucked up the courage.

"Dude, that time I saw you lying in the sun and wanted to touch you. Well
if you wanna know the truth, it was more than that.  What I really ... well
it was kind of a fantasy and didn't last long, but I did think of it
afterwards.  I mean, it's kinda common knowledge that you like to take it
up the butt ... I mean we've all heard of how Randy and Bob ... and now
Lloyd of course ... they've all fucked you `cos you've got this awesome
ass.  And you being this hot, sexy athlete and all ..."

Danny broke off, hearing a sob coming from Tommy.  Quickly he spun round,
face to face, and saw a tear rolling down his cheek.  Tommy murmured,
"Danny, I was such a bastard to you at the hotel, I know I was ... I knew
it at the time.  My insecurities, I guess, but I was jealous of you, even
though I was your boss.  I mean, you were so cute and so popular with the
other guys on staff and no-one liked me much.  I wouldn't blame you if you
still hated me, so ..."

Danny propped himself on one elbow, stared down at Tommy and brushed the
tear from his cheek.  "Hey, dude, that's all in the past ... like another
life.  And here we are now, both with great jobs – you the house manager
for these two gorgeous guys, the doc and the architect, and me the same for
Grady and Mario.  We fell into a pot of jam, dude, and we're equals now.
We should be sharing stuff, be real good buddies."

Danny gave his mischievous smile.  "All this dumb crap, sharing a bed and
scared to death of touching each other.  It's all bullshit.  We should be
doing what we wanna do.  You say you wanted to kiss me?  Well – no
chef's hat this time, I'm afraid – but will this do?"

He leaned down and their lips met, brushing against each other at first
then grinding together in a hot, passionate kiss.  It went on for a while,
tongues probing, searching, until Danny pulled back at last.  Tommy's eyes
sparkled as he looked up and said, "Wow.  And you, Danny, you were starting
to tell me what you really wanted.

"Dude, ain't it obvious.  What I was trying to say is ... that day in the
sun, what I fantasized about, if only for a split second, was fucking your
gorgeous ass!"

Tommy's face lit up.  "Really ... you wanted to fuck me?"

"Still do ... more than ever right at this moment.  What d'ya say, Tommy?"

Tommy grinned, "I say the lube's right there by the bed.  It's for Lloyd
when he comes to visit.

"Well this time it's for me, dude."  Danny jumped up on his knees between
Tommy's legs, reached for the lube and greased up his stiff cock.  He
pushed Tommy's legs in the air and looked down at the cheeks of his perfect
ass.  "Oh shit, dude, it's fucking beautiful.  I wanna fuck you so bad."

He pushed his cock against the fine, downy blond hair round the hole and
said, "Don't let me cum, dude ... I want it to last."

"So don't cum."  Tommy giggled.  "I won't if you won't."  They were
laughing as Danny eased inside the warm ass, sliding in deeper and deeper,
then pulling back and pushing in again."

The young gymnast's face rolled from side to side on the pillow and he
moaned, "Oh, man, that feels so good.  No don't cum, Danny, not yet –
just keep fucking me." They ran their hands over the other's chest,
stroking, squeezing, making up for the times they had been scared to touch.

"God, that ass feels so good, dude," Danny said, "and you look so beautiful
lying there.  I can't believe I'm actually fucking that perfect butt.
Let's make love, uh?"  He leaned down and kissed Tommy again, still fucking
slowly, gently.  Tommy curled his hands behind Danny's head and pulled his
mouth harder against him, at the same time pushing his ass higher, wanting
more of Danny's cock.

Their inhibitions had vanished as they shed all remnants of their old
wariness of each other.  They let youthful energy take over as they rolled
over and over on the bed, with Danny fucking Tommy in every position they
knew – and new ones they just invented.  They laughed, hugged, kissed,
wrestled, and always Danny came out on top with Tommy impaled on his cock.

"I'm real close, dude," Tommy said at last.  "Don't think I can hold it
back."

"Me too.  Let's do it ... we can always do it again ... and again if you
want."  Tommy was on his back, pounding his dick in his fist, and Danny
grinned down at him, panting hard.  "Awesome, dude ... so beautiful ... I'm
cumming ... here I go ... yeah ... fuck yeaaah!"  Their screams echoed
round the room as Danny blasted cum in Tommy's ass and the gymnast splashed
spurts of juice all over his sculpted chest and up to his neck.

They gazed at each other and laughed, not only with the joy of orgasm, but
also with the relief of banishing their former coldness and discovering a
brand new friendship.  In contrast to their earlier clinging to edge of the
bed as far from each other as possible, they now lay in each other's arms,
reluctant to let go.

There was a new instant intimacy between them and like all good buddies
they gossiped and shared confidences.  "Fess up dude," Danny teased,
"you're dying to get ploughed by Randy again aren't you?"

"Man, I still jerk off most days thinking about it.  But I think maybe he's
kinda bored of me."

"And bored with that ass?!  Nah, I don't think so, dude.  I saw the way he
kept staring at your butt all evening, practically salivating.  Trust me,
dude.  You're in for it tomorrow."

Danny was right, of course.  Their triumphant, climactic shouts had echoed
round the house and been heard by the other two couples.  In the master
bedroom Steve smiled with satisfaction and a hint of professional pride.
"See Lloyd, like I said.  You throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks.
Seems like this time it stuck like Krazy Glue."

And in the guest room Bob grinned at Randy.  "Sounds like Mr. America just
fulfilled his duties."

"Not yet he ain't," Randy grunted.  "Tomorrow Captain America meets the
King of the Gypsies."

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TO BE CONTINUED IN "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 330


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