Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2017 02:36:20 -0500
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 346  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 346
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:

New boy Larry is attracted to the older man Uncle Mike and shocks him with
an impulsive sex act on his knees.  Seduced at first, Mike recoils.  "We
shouldn't be doing this.  Hell, I feel like an old man getting sucked off
by a young hustler."  Dr. Steve intercedes with an unorthodox, erotic
therapy session for Larry.  "It was one of the sexiest things Larry had
ever seen – the handsome doctor slowly removing his shirt."


CHAPTER 346 – "NEW BOY LARRY LEARNS THE ROPES"


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

Bad boy Larry had brought all his anger, resentment and bitterness with him
when he came to the tribe's house to look up his former pal Jamie.  He had
first unloaded his hostility on young Brandon, throwing him out of his
wheelchair and injuring his arm.  And nothing could arouse the anger of the
tribe more than an attack on Brandon, the plucky, independent kid that
everyone loved and protected.

So Larry was a pariah, humiliated by the boys and then subjected to a
tongue-lashing and mind fuck by Randy, the gypsy boss of the tribe.

Larry had boasted of being a stud with women and sneered at the tribe as a
"bunch of faggots."  But Randy, with his fine-tuned sexual instincts,
sensed that the boy used that slur as a way to deny his own real sexual
urges that for some reason he had always suppressed.  So Randy had forced
Larry to watch him and Bob make love with such passion that it made Larry
cream his shorts, as Randy had expected.

The tribe's attitudes began to change when the reason for Larry's sudden
visit slowly came out.  He told Jamie he escaped from a brutal father and
came here "'cos I had nowhere else to go.  Mom died ... she couldn't take
any more from my dad, that asshole.  Then he started in on me ... called me
a faggot and took his belt to me, so I hightailed it out of there.  I was
scared he'd come after me so I hopped a bus headed west.  I got no other
friends so ... so I came here."

One man was especially moved by Larry's story – Mike, the middle-aged
bar owner who was visiting from Palm Springs.  Mike was a good and wise
friend of the guys, known to many of the boys as Uncle Mike.  He said to
Bob and Randy, "That kid reminds me of me when I was his age ... abandoned,
friendless, kicked out of my home.  Like him I headed west and washed up in
the desert with eight bucks in my pocket."

Mike slowly won over the trust of the sullen boy and offered to let him
sleep in the spare bed in the guest room he would be in. Things went so
well at first that Larry, lonely and afraid, ended up sharing Mike's
king-size bed.  But in his sleep, instinctively longing for warm
companionship, Larry ended up with his arm over Mike and his head on his
chest.

In the morning he woke with a start and, still half asleep, he panicked to
find himself entwined with Mike.  His thoughts flew back to the sexual
abuse by his father, and he now made the same accusation against Mike as
Randy and Bob rushed in.

"He came onto me ... fucking old queen couldn't keep his hands off me.
When I woke up he was on top of me.  They're all the same," Larry shouted
between sobs, "all fucking perverts.  He told me he wasn't like my dad but
he is.  My dad used to get in my bed ... he was all over me ... sticking
his dick in my face ... groping me ... trying to fuck my ass.  But I never
let him ... fought him off ... and when he couldn't fuck my ass he took his
belt to it.  That's what was gonna happen here too.  I ran away from my dad
and I'm getting out of here too."

Randy knew the accusations against Mike were false but he paced the room in
anger – not at the boy but at the father.  Randy's fiercest instinct all
his life was to protect the boys, as he had always defended his younger
brothers, and he clenched his fists now, yearning to demolish the prick who
had made this kid's existence hell and ruined his young life.  So when
tempers cooled he said to Bob and Mike, "Guys, will you leave the boy with
me for a while?  Punishment's over.  Now I've gotta take care of him
... heal the wounds."

The wild angry gypsy of the day before was now replaced by a nurturing man
talking gently to the scared, shivering boy.  "OK Larry, before we do
anything else we gotta sort out one real basic thing.  See, you're confused
about yourself and that makes you defensive, suspicious and envious of the
boys here."

Randy told Larry to drop his shorts and his cock sprang out ... stiff as a
rod.  "Hm, thought so," Randy grinned.  "And when you watched me and Bob
make love I know you creamed your shorts.  Randy stood up, naked except for
his boxers, and stared him in the eye.  "So the question is, what do you
want from me, kid?"

By now the answer to that was obvious.  Larry was totally in thrall to this
handsome, swarthy muscle-god with the hypnotic blue eyes.  "OK, kid, let's
stop all this bullshit and face facts.  I knew you wanted me, you wanted
Bob, and you've probably wanted Jamie for years but would never admit it.
Hell, you probably dreamed of Mike last night which is why you ended up
with your arms round him.  So let's cut the crap, you get on the bed and
leave everything to me."

And so Randy opened up a new world for the lost boy.  He made love to him
and became the first man ever to fuck him.  In a trance Larry said, "You're
inside me, sir.  It feels ... it feels so ... so good.  Is this what love
is?  I think I love you, sir."  And in that moment of supreme joy, he knew
beyond any doubt that this was the beginning of a brand new life.

Afterwards Randy lay beside him propped on his elbow.  "So that's it,
Larry, now you know ... you know the kind of man you are, the world you
belong in ... and you're gonna love it, believe me, I know.  When I first
met Bob I was scared shitless, had no idea what was happening to me, but it
turned out to be the start of a sensational new life.

"As for Mike, I know Mike likes you and he'll be good for you.  So when he
comes back in here you apologize to him, and then you let him guide you on
how to live this new life of yours.  Let him show you his own life in the
desert.  You'll have the best teacher in the world."

Just then there was a tap at the door and Mike poked his head in.  "Right
on cue Mike," Randy said, jumping up and pulling on his shorts.  "So there
he his – a brand new boy.  Your turn now, Mike.  Be good to him, old
buddy.  Under all the bullshit he's got the makings of a real good kid."

Mike smiled, "I already knew that, Randy.  Thanks, man.  OK, Larry, you
want some breakfast?"


********************* Chapter 346 *********************

Suddenly alone with Mike Larry pulled the sheet up to his chest and
blushed, though whether to hide his just-fucked nakedness or his shame at
what he had said about Mike, Mike wasn't sure.  Probably a bit of both,
Mike thought, and lots of other things besides but it didn't matter.  He
knew how an inaugural fuck by Randy left a boy – exhausted, confused,
proud ... and no doubt in love.  Why not?  Everyone else was in love with
Randy, including Mike in his way.

"Sir," Larry stammered, "Randy told me to apologize ... no, it's not just
`cos Randy told me to ... I mean I want to ... really want to.  After what
I said when I woke up ... like, accusing you of ..."

"Hey, kid, let's leave apologies `til later eh?  Right now you get your ass
in the shower and when you're cleaned up we'll go and rustle up some food
`cos I know you must be starving.  And then we'll talk, OK?"

"OK, sir."  Larry managed a shy smile as he got out of bed and ran
self-consciously naked to the bathroom.  Mike grinned after the boy, amused
and charmed by his fumbling attempts at contrition.  Randy sure had a hell
of an effect on a man.  As he had done with all the boys when they first
came here Randy had given Larry his seal of approval which was essential if
he was to be accepted by the tribe.

But more importantly, Mike knew, Randy had proven to the boy without any
doubt where his sexual appetites lay.  He was now firmly planted on the
same side of the fence as all the guys here.  And that meant a whole new
reordering of priorities and attitudes in his life, a new way of thinking.
Mike felt sure this realization would have come to Larry much earlier in
his life if he had not angrily suppressed his true desires after being
sexually assaulted by his hated father.  After that any concept of
man-on-man physical attraction disgusted him.  Until Randy, that is.

Mike knew that seeing Bob and Randy make love was a revelation for Larry.
As he had told Mike last night, "I've never seen anyone in love before, not
even my mom and dad – especially not them."  The boy had no experience
of love – not from his parents, not the pitiful succession of one-night
stands with girls, not from his so-called friends.  Looking for acceptance,
Larry told him, he had got mixed up with an outlaw gang of bikers that
landed him in jail for three months.

Wow, Mike thought, the kid has a long way to go – and he wanted to be
with him on the journey.

His musings were interrupted by a knock on the door and the twins came in
pushing a trolley loaded with breakfast choices – cereal, scrambled
eggs, croissants, juice, coffee.  "We thought we'd bring you a choice,
sir," Kevin smiled, "not being familiar with your preferences or Larry's."
Kyle added cheekily, "But from what we hear some preferences are becoming
clearer to Larry."

"You guys are something else," Mike chuckled.  "You came just at the right
time.  What, do you listen at the door for your cue or something?"

"We don't have to, Uncle Mike," Kyle smiled.  "We pretty much know what's
going on all over the house at any given time.  That way we can time our
service."  Kevin said, "We'll be serving Saturday brunch in the garden at
eleven and Bob said he hopes you and Larry can join us all."

At that moment Larry came naked from the bathroom toweling his hair.  When
he saw the twins he blushed and hastily wrapped the towel round his waist.
"Don't worry, dude," Kevin grinned.  "Doing room-service like this to all
the guys we've seen pretty much everything there is to see.  Hope you're
hungry ... see you at brunch."

They hurried out and Larry said, "Those guys are so gorgeous and real
friendly.  Usually guys who are that hot are big-headed too and look down
on a guy like me."

"Not in this house they don't," Mike said.  "The men would never allow it.
Oh don't get me wrong, they work hard at looking great and some of them
jerk off looking at themselves in the mirror.  But they keep vanity in its
place, which is pretty low down on the values here."

"You mean the twins beat their meat looking at their reflections in the
mirror?"

"Well, that and ..."  Mike hesitated, careful not to be indiscreet. "Oh
what the hell, it's no secret in this house ... shit, there are no secrets
in this house.  Have some breakfast and I'll tell you."

"Is this all for us?"  Mike nodded with a grin, somehow pleased at the `us'
Larry used. The boy pulled on shorts and a T-shirt, sat down and helped
himself to cereal.  Mike said, "You know, those kids were a bit like you
and Jamie in the early days.  They had run away from the restaurant they
worked at `cos the owner wanted sexual favors from them.  They lived rough
for a while and then, in desperation, tried to steal Bob's car to live in.
So the shit hit the fan but Bob, god bless him, took a liking to them and,
well, long story short, here they are – his boys.

"The one thing they were terrified of was being split up, and Bob swore
that would never happen.  See," Mike hesitated again, "the brothers love
each other ... I mean really love each other.  They, er, sleep together and
make love to each other."  Larry looked startled.  "No really," Mike said,
"you should see it ... they let me watch once ... so fucking gorgeous."

"I dunno," Larry stammered.  "I mean ... they're brothers.  I think that's
... well ..."

"...kinda sexy?" Mike chuckled, "judging by that tent pole in your shorts."
Larry blushed and covered the bulge with his hand.  But he smiled too.
"Nothing much gets past you, does it sir?  I guess I've got a lot to
learn."

"Stick with me, kiddo, and you'll learn fast."

There was a knock on the door and Eddie came in, his eyes wide with
curiosity, with towels folded over his arm.  "Excuse me, Uncle Mike, but I
brought you fresh towels."  He put them in the bathroom, picked up the wet
towel then came out and shifted from foot to foot as he looked them up and
down, stared round the room and at the bed.  "Er, maybe you'd like me to
change the bed too, sir.  I see it's ..."

"Eddie," Mike grinned indulgently, "I know you well enough that you didn't
come here just to bring new towels, which we don't need, or to change the
bed, which we also don't need.  That curiosity will do you in one day,
kid."  Eddie opened his mouth to protest but Mike continued.

"OK, here's what you really came for.  Yes, I shared a bed with Larry `cos
he needed company and that's all.  When he woke up he had a moment of panic
and Randy came in and talked to him alone.  And yes, Randy butt-fucked him,
as he does with all new guys.  There, is that enough info to make you the
center of attention out there when you spill the beans?"

"Yes thank you, sir."  Eddie's eyes gleamed.  "But that's not why I came
here.  It's my job to..."

"Eddie?" came a call from behind the door.  "Oops, there's the boss.  Gotta
go, sir.  Thank you, sir ... enjoy your breakfast ... gotta go ..."

He ran out and they heard a voice scolding him.  The young Aussie, Nate,
was the house manager and Eddie his assistant.  "What are you doing here,
mate?  You ever heard of discretion?  You know the rule.  You don't barge
in when guys are having some private time, like Mike and Larry.  You should
be helping the other boys set up for brunch."

"Sorry, dude," Eddie said, his mischievous eyes sparkling with fake
contrition.  "I'll be discreet, trust me, dude.  Whatever I've seen in
there ..."  He made his habitual gesture of running his fingertips across
his lips and turning them like a key at the end.

"Yeah, right," Nate said dubiously, stifling his amusement.  "Back to work,
kid."  Eddie ran downstairs to the waiting cluster of eager boys and raised
his palms dramatically. "Well ..."

Back upstairs Mike smiled at Larry.  "That's another thing you gotta get
used to around here – everyone knows everything.  Most efficient
grapevine I ever saw.  What happened in this room – common knowledge by
now.  Randy will have told Bob who told the twins who mentioned it to
Darius, and right now Eddie is down there putting the icing on the cake."

Larry frowned uneasily.  "If everyone knows, that makes me nervous about
this big brunch, sir."

"Ah, don't be.  Those guys have a way of taking care of that too.  You'll
see later."

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

They had a leisurely breakfast together while Mike explained the workings
of the house to ease Larry's nervousness, which Mike guessed correctly was
mostly fear of the unknown.  While he listened Larry wolfed the food down
ravenously and once again Mike's heart went out to this undernourished boy
who often hadn't known where his next meal was coming from.

Even when Larry asked questions he did it with his mouth full and Mike said
tactfully, "Larry, I don't want you to take offense but from time to time
I'm gonna give you advice when I think you need it."  Larry nodded and said
as he swallowed a mouthful, "Yes sir, I want that, sir."

"For example, did anyone teach you table manners?"  Then he thought of the
sadistic father and browbeaten mother.  "No," Mike grinned, "of course they
didn't.  Well, when we're all together at the tribe's brunch it can be
pretty boisterous and Bob is always telling the boys not to bolt their
food.  It's all part of their training to behave well in public."

Larry swallowed hard.  "Thank you sir.  Sorry, it's just that I've never
had great food like this."

"I know that, kiddo.  But I wanna make clear that when I give you guidance
I don't want you to think I'm taking the place of your father."

"But I do, sir," Larry blurted out, then blushed deeply."

There was an uneasy silence, then Mike said, "OK, Larry, we have to clear
the air on that.  Listen, I like you a lot, boy ... like I said before, you
remind me of me at your age.  But if I take you under my wing it'll be
simply as a friend.  I know in the past how your dad came on to you
sexually so, just to be clear, there will be nothing like that between us.
Just good buddies, eh?"

"Larry frowned, "Oh ... OK sir.  You're the boss."  He looked crestfallen.
"Er, does that mean I can't sleep in your bed tonight?

Mike looked at him in surprise.  "Why?  Do you want to?  After all the
stuff that happened when you woke up this morning ..."

"That was all my bullshit, sir.  When Randy was ... well, fucking me, sir,
I realized stuff about myself.  I mean, my dad was a real brute and I hated
him but ... but I didn't want to hate him.  I guess like most kids I wanted
to love my dad.  Some of my uncles were ... well, real good looking and
... and I didn't know it at the time but after Randy fucked me I realized I
had felt ..."

"Are you saying you think you were kinda turned on by men your dad's age?
Are you sure?"

"Not really sure, sir, this is all so new for me.  But after Randy talked
to me this morning he was sort of like the big brother I never had.  I
mean, when you mentioned the twins just now, making love and all, it turned
me on, sure, but not the same way Randy did.  See, I never had anyone older
that I could look up to.  And now ..."  He trailed off in embarrassment.

Mike stared at him, feeling he was suddenly treading on thin ice.  "Look,
Larry.  I'm familiar with some young guys liking older men – I've seen a
lot of that in the bar – and god knows most of the men here have their
boys, like Hassan and Eddie.  But I'm older than those guys – hell, I'm
literally old enough to be your father.  What's more you shouldn't trust
your feelings right now `cos all this has happened at once, it's all new.
Right now you're feeling grateful to me and ..."

"No, that's not it," Larry said with sudden passion.  "It's not gratitude!
Well, of course I'm grateful, but it's more than that, sir.  When I woke up
this morning with my arms over you and I panicked, what freaked me out the
most was that I had a big hard-on."

"Oh that's just a piss hard-on that most guys have in the morning."

"No it wasn't!  I liked being with you, close to you, touching you.  You're
a lot older than me, sir, but you're still real handsome, in great shape
and ... and ..."  Tears filled his eyes.  "But who am I fooling?  Hell, why
would you want a scrawny guy like me?  Look at all the boys here, real
buff, handsome, with gorgeous masters.  I'm a loser, I don't have nothin'
to offer a guy, I know that."

"Larry," Mike said gently, "you're selling yourself short.  You're a
good-looking kid that a few weeks in the gym would do wonders for.  But
it's not about looks anyway.  It's a question of different energy levels,
potency ... hell, some of the time I can't even get it up anymore.  You
don't want an old guy like that."

"Sir, I don't care about all of that ... I don't believe it anyway.  See,
Randy taught me how to kiss ... I'd sure as hell never kissed a guy before
but now I ... I ... damn, I can't find the words ..."

He suddenly stood up, came round the table, bent down and planted his mouth
firmly on Mike's.  It was an eager, clumsy first kiss whose lack of finesse
was more than made up for by its youthful energy and fervor.  Larry clamped
his hands on the sides of Mike's face and held it tight while he ground
their lips together.

Mike's impulse was to pull back but Larry was holding him with surprising
strength.  And anyway ...  As he felt the boy's tongue urgently searching
in his mouth an unexpected warmth suffused his body and ... his cock
stirred.  He inhaled and smelt a sweet clean scent of soap and cologne.
Larry must have splashed on the cologne in the bathroom after he showered.

Even as Mike gasped for breath, the thought that Larry had tried to please
him in that way moved him.  He reached up, put his hand behind Larry's
neck, ran his fingers through the hair at the nape and yielded to the boy's
fervent kiss.  He felt a hand running over his shorts, over the now bulging
shape of his cock ... and as suddenly as he had started the kiss, Larry
released Mike's face and pulled back

Breathless, Mike found himself looking into a face transformed from shy to
radiant.  The formerly nervous eyes were now dancing with light ... joyful,
confident.  "See I knew I could make you hard.  I can do more, too."  He
dropped to his knees before Mike's chair, reached forward, put his hand in
the fly of Mike's boxers and pulled out his cock.  Before Mike could
protest Larry was leaning forward and had taken it all the way down his
throat.

Mike gasped and again his reflex was to push Larry away but something held
him back.  Maybe it was the heat in his cock that quickly grew rock hard in
the boy's mouth – an unfamiliar occurrence for him in this last few
years where erections like this came less and less often.  Or maybe it was
the sight of the eager young face moving up and down on him, a face that
had been worn and defeated but now gleamed with excitement.

In any case this was not a time to think but to feel ... and he felt
rejuvenated, like a new man.  It wasn't just the sexual arousal, it was the
sense that this young man, who was excitedly jerking his own cock at the
same time, actually wanted him, wanted to do this to please him.  It all
fueled a swift climax as Mike felt heat racing up his cock, he threw his
head back and "aaah", his cock erupted in the boy's mouth while Larry
blasted a load over Mike's feet.

Larry was so inexperienced that he hadn't thought this through and was
stunned by the creamy warmth of semen flooding his mouth.  He choked
awkwardly, closing his throat to prevent swallowing, and as he pulled off
the shuddering cock, cum ran down his cheek.

The effect on Mike was equally shocking.  As his orgasm waned common sense
streamed back and he was instantly appalled but what he had done.  Hadn't
he behaved just like the boy's abusive father?  Hadn't he forced this act
on the young novice who only an hour earlier had discovered his
long-suppressed attraction to men?"

"No!" he shouted and leapt to his feet.  "This is not right – we
shouldn't be doing this.  Hell, look at you on your knees, boy.  I feel
like an old man who's just been sucked off by a young hustler."

The instant the words left his mouth Mike regretted them, horrified at the
way it sounded.  He looked down at the boy's distraught eyes brimming with
tears, and fell on his knees before him.

"No, no, I didn't mean that, Larry.  Please, I didn't mean that."  He put
his hands on the boy's shoulders, pulled him forward and kissed him –
his lips, his eyes, forehead and tear-stained cheeks.  They tipped over and
lay on their sides on the floor gazing at each other.  "Larry forgive me,
please, it was the ramblings of a crazy old fool."  He wrapped his arms
round the boy and hugged him tight, and they stayed like that a long time,
their hearts beating together.

Finally Larry mumbled, "It was my fault sir.  I shouldn't have done that
... I don't know why I did."

"Larry, neither us knows what we're doing right now.  It's all so new,
happening much too fast.  Hell, you only just found out you like men, when
Randy proved it to you.  Have you ever sucked a man's dick before?"

"Only once sir when Jamie and me first broke in here, beat up Pablo and
called him a faggot.  Randy was so mad he made Jamie and me suck each
other's cocks and that time it made me wanna puke.

"You see, kid, that's what I'm saying.  You have no experience of any of
this stuff."

"No but you do, sir.  And you can show me ... if you still want me around,
that is, after I ..."

"Of course I want you around, Larry, and want to teach you, and of course
you can share my bed tonight.  But this is all going way too fast and it's
the sudden sex that's fucking it up.  So sure we'll sleep together and
cuddle if you want, but no more sex – not yet anyway."

"OK, sir," Larry said, snuggling closer.

"Listen, from now on we take it one step at a time.  Here's what we'll do.
First I want you to get familiar with the guys here, hang out with the boys
for a week.  You'll learn a whole lot from them, the senior boys and
juniors too.  It's what Randy calls `throwing a boy in at the deep end'.

"And then ... well, next weekend Mark and Jamie have plans to come out to
the desert and spend a couple days with me.  Mark likes to get away from
the stress of the cop's life for a while and spend time with his boy.  So,
what if I ask them to bring you with them?  Give you a chance to see my
home out there, visit the bar that's been almost like a second home to me
all these years.  You could talk to some of the guys at the bar about their
bikes, `cos you told me you used to be into that.  Would you like that?"

Larry's eyes sparkled.  "Would I!  Yes please, sir, that would be awesome."

At that moment Mike's cell phone rang and he reached up for it on the
bedside table.  It was Bob.  "Hey, Mike, don't want to interrupt anything
but brunch is on the table down here and most of the guys are already here,
so we'd love for you and Larry to join us.  But take your time.  It's real
casual, guys coming and going."

"Bob," Mike chuckled, "how come your timing is always so perfect?  You
psychic or something?"

"I wish I were, buddy, so I'd know in advance what goes on in Randy's
tangled mind. Forewarned is forearmed as they say.  OK, see you both soon."

Mike shut off the phone and smiled at Larry.  "Right, that's our call, and
your entrance into a new world.  Don't be surprised if everyone knows every
detail of what's been happening to you.  Only we won't tell them about our
little ... you know.  That's just between us.  So get dressed and let me
check you out.  And remember what I said about table manners.

"Aye-aye sir," Larry laughed, a changed man from the sullen boy of the
night before.

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

Mike was right, of course, about the efficiency of the tribal drums
spreading the news of Larry – in detail.  So when the two of them
emerged Larry's reception was the opposite of the frosty treatment the `bad
boy' had received the day before. The main reason for this was their
awareness that Randy had fucked him, an implicit acceptance by the boss.
And if Randy had welcomed him, in his time-honored way, the rest of the
tribe accepted him too, unreservedly.

The boys, who had turned their backs on him the day before and circled the
wagons round the injured Brandon, now reversed direction and embraced
Larry.  Not with the same loving warmth as they gave Brandon of course, but
with a renewed curiosity and an instinct to help him fit in.

Everyone was struck by the extent to which the sullen, beaten-down outcast
of yesterday had been transformed into a poised young man with a glow of
confidence about him.  A butt-fuck by Randy could do that to a man, they
all knew that, but there must be something else too ... and they assumed it
had something to do with the way Mike walked protectively by his side.
Jamie took the lead and shouted, "Hey Larry, come sit with us.  Shove up,
guys."

As always the men were grouped at one end of the table and the boys at the
other.  The boys slid along the bench at the table making space for the
newcomers where the two groups met, so while they sat together Mike could
turn his attention to the men while Larry talked to the boys.

Like any new boy he was nervous at first but that soon disappeared as he
felt the warmth of their welcome.  The junior boys were bursting with
questions but gave deference first to the senior boys.  Pablo, the
self-proclaimed boss's boy, said, "Hey, dude, Jamie tells us you're into
motorbikes – used to ride with a group of bikers."  "The Hell's Angels,"
Eddie interjected dramatically before being silenced by one of those looks
Pablo had learned from Randy.

Eddie had a talent for injecting humor into any gathering and Larry smiled,
"Not exactly the Hells Angels, Eddie, but they were a tough gang and I'd
rather forget about them.  But yeah, Pablo, one good thing I got from them
was a love of bikes.  They had so many kinds and makes that I got familiar
with them all and ended up doing most of the maintenance on them."

"No kidding," Pablo said.  "Well you are looking at the head of maintenance
at the construction company and Ben here is my assistant.  We work on
everything from jackhammers to trucks and earth movers.  If you're sticking
around for a while maybe you'd like to come with us on Monday and lend a
hand.  We've got a shit-load of work on right now."

"Wow, that would be great – thanks Pablo."

Darius added with a grin, "Pablo and me, as well as being hot lovers as you
may recall, work on the guys' bikes here too.  Matter of fact, Randy's
Harley is fucking up right now – the ignition timing needs adjustment.
We were gonna take a look at it this afternoon so come join us."

Nate, the house manager, was next.  "If you wanna get to know the house
here – it's a bit of a sprawl – best way to do that is help me or
Eddie on our cleaning rounds."  Eddie leapt in, "Yeah, dude, I can show you
everything – trust me, I know where all the bodies are buried."

In the general laughter they heard an "oh, shit" behind them from Brandon.
He had come up in his electric wheelchair with a big tray of food and drink
on his tray table but he had hit a bump and upset a glass of wine.  He was
trying to clean up the mess with his one good arm, the other still in a
sling.

Larry jumped up and said, "Hey, can I give you a hand there?  That's too
much for you to handle right now."

There was a sudden uneasy silence round the table.  They all knew of
Brandon's fierce independence, his boast that he could do anything the
other boys could despite his handicap, and always brusquely rejected offers
of help.  But suddenly he smiled and said, "Thanks, that would be great,
Larry.  As a matter of fact my two amigos, Eddie and Ben here, are shirking
their duties right now so maybe you could come to the kitchen and help me
bring out the food.

Instantly everyone (except Larry) knew what Brandon was doing.  By breaking
his rule and accepting Larry's offer of help he was integrating him into
the group in the most practical way.  He sensed that letting Larry share in
the household chores, serving at meals, was the quickest way for him to
become one of them. Larry jumped up eagerly and walked off beside Brandon,
the boy he had attacked only yesterday and who had so quickly forgiven him.

Bob looked up, smiled at Pete and said so everyone could hear, "You got a
helluva a boy there, Pete.  He's got a smart head on his shoulders and
kindness shines out of him like a beacon.  You must be real proud of him."

In the kitchen the twins were working feverishly and treated Larry's
entrance as a matter of course.  Breathlessly Kyle said, "Oh good, you're
here, Larry.  We're right at the point where the whole thing comes together
and we're kind of in the weeds.  See those dishes over there? Load them on
Brandon's tray table, and then give the onions a stir in that pan so they
don't stick."

His brother Kevin added, "And when you've done that could you chop the
spinach on this block?  Not too fine, the guys like big chunks."

So the greetings were over and Larry was put to work.  Randy's notion of
throwing him in at the deep end now meant plunging him in the middle of the
frenzied activity in the kitchen.  He had never felt so much a part of a
group as he did now ... and he loved it.  The twins treated him as if he
had always been there, throwing out instructions not with any sense of
superiority but just as they would to any one of the boys in their
concerted effort of getting the meal on the table.

As Larry worked he glanced at the twins who were, as always, working in
perfect harmony, every move synchronized like a dance, reminding him of his
days on group bike runs where the fast-moving bikes weaved in and out among
each other gracefully without ever touching.  And the twins were a picture
in themselves, wearing only their usual white shorts with white bib aprons
covering their naked chests.

Their handsome faces were crowned with white chef's hats, and Kyle took a
moment to say, "Hey, dude, we're supposed to cover our hair in the kitchen
so you better take this.  He plopped a chef's hat on Larry's head and that
slightly comical gesture more than anything else confirmed his status as
one of the boys – his crowning glory.

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

At the table Randy loved watching Bob glow with pride at the way the boys
all worked together in their own ways to make Larry feel comfortable,
especially after his aggressive entrance the day before.  Both men
considered it a major achievement to have taken the boys in from their
varied and fragile backgrounds and molded them into young men endowed with
compassion for similarly lost souls ... that is, after Randy had given his
seal of approval.

And when Larry emerged with trays of food wearing his hat at a jaunty angle
the picture was complete.  Mike smiled broadly at the men and said quietly,
"Thanks, guys," then turned to the boys and repeated his thanks.  Randy's
brother Steve added his congratulations.

It was customary for Steve and his lover Lloyd to come down from their
house in the hills for Saturday brunch.  Steve, as psychologist to the
tribe, knew them all well, having provided therapy sessions to most of them
and learned their secrets and fears – in confidence, of course.
Naturally, after hearing the details of Larry's arrival among them Steve
talked at length to Mike and complimented him on the way he had comforted
the boy.

"Yeah, Steve, but right now I'm feeling way out of my depth here," Mike
said.  "The kid resented me at first and I could handle that fine, but
later his attitude changed, dramatically, and he now thinks of me as
... well, it scares me a bit.  He did stuff and I said stuff that threw me
for a loop but I said we should keep it just between us, so I don't wanna
break that confidence now."

"Of course not," Steve said, "but Larry could talk about it freely in the
privacy of a therapist's office.  Would you like me to talk to him and draw
him out?  Most of these guys end up telling me everything in the end.  They
feel safe knowing it's in confidence."

"Would you do that, Steve?  Man, that would help take a load off my mind.
The sooner the better too before things go too far and get out of hand.
Hell, I'm sharing a bed with him tonight, and I haven't a clue ..."

"What if I speak to him here, right now after lunch?  Everyone kinda kicks
back here for the afternoon so there'd be plenty of time.  But one thing I
need to know before I talk to him.  It's early days, of course – you've
only known him for 24 hours after all – but what are your initial
feelings toward the boy?"

Mike sighed.  "Steve, a lot of lost boys like him have drifted through my
bar over the years and I've helped them whenever I can ..."

"But ..?" Steve smiled.

"But this kid's different, Steve.  I felt it right away ... he reminds me
so much of me when I was down and out at his age.  And last night and this
morning when he ...  See, sex never really crossed my mind ... dammit sex
hasn't been much of a thing in my life for some years now, ever since my
former lover died.  Huh, at my age I can hardly get it up even when I watch
porn.  But suddenly this kid shows up and ... I dunno, he makes me feel
... kinda young again."

Steve smiled but Mike said, "But Steve it's crazy.  Hell, it was only this
morning that he found out for sure that he likes guys, when Randy fucked
him and of course Larry fell in love with him as everyone does.  But the
kid knows nothing.  Love meant nothing to him ... he'd never seen it until
he watched Randy and Bob making love."

"Yeah," Steve grinned, "that was a good move on my brother's part.  Randy
does have his instincts – making the boy watch two hot guys fuck who are
crazy in love with each other.  OK, buddy, you've told me all I need.  Tell
Larry you've spoken to me and you'd like him to meet with me.  My guess is
right now he'll do whatever you ask him to.  I'll ask Bob to lend us his
office and I'll take it from there.

When they finished talking Randy looked up from a conversation with Zack
and said, "Well, bro, you gonna talk to the new kid?"

"Randy, for a big brutal gypsy whose native language is fists you do have
uncanny instincts."

"Never underestimate me, brother Steve," Randy grinned.  "Other guys have
done that and lived to regret it, `cos that's when I start talking `fist'."

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

As a matter of fact Larry had been studying Steve through a series of quick
glances.  Larry, the twins and the boys were all seated at table now that
the serving of lunch was done.  In between answering the boys' questions,
especially from the three young amigos, Eddie, Ben and Brandon, Larry
squinted unobtrusively at the new man who had arrived and to whom he had
not yet been introduced.

He was obviously Randy's brother as the resemblance was striking, although
he was handsome in a different way from the swarthy long-haired gypsy –
less wild-looking, more refined, though he had the same chiseled features
and pale blue eyes.  Larry remembered how Randy had fucked him and wondered
if this man fucked like that.  Randy had been the first ever to fuck him,
and once he had admitted his attraction to men Larry had been thinking
about sex a lot.

Mike, who had been watching Larry closely, nudged him and said, "I see you
eyeing the guy over there.  That's Doctor Steve, Randy's brother of course,
and he's a psychologist.  He has given therapy sessions to most of the guys
here and I think it would be a good idea if you had a session with him.
Steve suggested it himself and he'd be willing to see you after the meal's
over in Bob's office.  It's your choice, of course, but I would recommend
it."

Larry frowned uncertainly.  "So he's a shrink.  Is he gonna get on my case
like all those stuck-up social workers who used to tell me how bad I was?"

Mike chuckled.  "Nah, nothing like that.  Steve's a great guy and he's like
no social worker you've ever met.  Matter of fact his methods can be pretty
wild but he always gets results. You'd like him.  Plus of course he's
totally gorgeous with the body of a Greek statue.  How about it?"

That last part was what convinced Larry.  He had had an erection in his
shorts ever since looking at Steve and the thought of meeting him one on
one was exciting.  But he was honest with Mike and said, "OK, sir, but I
gotta tell you, I er ... I've got a boner just looking at him.  What if I
get so stoked looking at him that I wanna ... you know ..."

Mike laughed.  "Kiddo, I'm so glad you're being open with me like that.
And I wouldn't worry, I'm sure Steve's used to that.  A lot of his patients
probably get the hots for him and he can handle that.  Doctor Steve can
handle most things, you'll see."

And so it was that as the meal finally wound down and the guys were
drinking coffee, devouring the last of the mouthwatering dessert the twins
had made, Steve and Bob left the table and went together into the house.  A
few minutes later Bob came out and nodded to Mike.  "Looks like Steve's
ready for you, kid," Mike smiled encouragingly.  "Go with Bob, he'll show
you the way."

As he got up Larry said to the twins, "Guys, I gotta go see Doctor Steve
now but when I come back I wanna help you clean up the kitchen like I
promised.  We left it in quite a mess."

"We'll look forward to it," Kevin smiled with a glint of mischief.

A few minutes later Larry was standing with Bob at the door of his office.
Bob smiled and said, "This'll be real good for you, Larry.  It's great that
you had that little session with Randy this morning but it's best for you
meet with both brothers.  See, Randy takes care of the physical side of
things and Steve the mental side."  He chuckled.  "You could say Randy's
the body man, Steve's the mind man."  He kissed Larry on the cheek.  "So
I'll leave you alone with him.  Go right in – he's expecting you."

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

As Bob went back downstairs Larry suddenly felt very alone and a bit scared
as he timidly went in.  "Hey, Larry," came the genial greeting as Steve got
up from behind Bob's desk and strode forward with a gleaming smile.
"Nobody introduced us downstairs – so much for their manners – but
I'm Steve, otherwise known as the tribe's shrink.  But don't let that put
you off."

He shook Larry's hand and pulled him into a warm hug.  Larry immediately
held his breath as he felt Steve's muscular body press against him, similar
to how Randy had felt but not as rough as his hug had been.  But the result
was the same – an instant stiffening of his cock that remained in his
shorts even as they sat down, Larry on the couch, Steve in a chair facing
him, a table beside him with a clipboard on which he occasionally made
notes.

Steve was dressed a bit more formally than the other guys – beige
slacks, loafers and a short sleeve white shirt open at the neck showing a
flash of a white tank top underneath.  The clothes may have looked a bit
preppy but they did nothing to hide his muscular physique underneath.

Steve smiled, "Not nervous are you, Larry."

"A bit, sir ... I mean, I don't know what this is gonna be like."

"It's whatever you want it to be, Larry.  No pressure.  I want to stress
right away that this is a confidential chat ... whatever is said in this
room goes no farther.  I'm sworn to secrecy, though you can tell anyone you
want – Mike for example."

"Yeah, I want to be honest with Mike and tell him everything `cos I think
Mike and me ..."

He trailed off and Steve said, "Yes, well we'll get to that in a minute.
Now I've heard second-hand from the other guys about your background but I
want to hear it from you.  Tell me as much as you want to."

There was something about Steve's deep, warm voice and his smiling blue
eyes that Larry found comforting and he relaxed as he began his story,
including small details he had never told anyone else.  He started with his
life in St. Louis, his brutal, sexually-abusive father, downtrodden mother,
and of feeling alone so he joined a biker gang that landed him in jail.

He told of joining up with Jamie as a couple of skin heads, their first
visit to this house, a violent break-in for which they were punished.  Then
how Jamie had stayed here but he went back to St. Louis to protect his
mother, but when she died he had run away from his dad and, with nowhere
else to go, had ended up here again.

"I was scared but covered it up by acting tough and that's when I attacked
Brandon and injured him.  I'll always feel bad about that `cos he turned
out to be such a great kid and I wanna make it up to him.  Then I met Mike
and suddenly felt ... I dunno, kinda comfortable and safe.  But I was still
acting like a big stud with women until Randy straightened me out about
that.  When he fucked me I suddenly realized that I had always been turned
on by men but never admitted it."

Steve smiled and leaned forward slightly.  "So here you are all of a sudden
finding yourself in a tribe of men and boys where sex is always thick in
the air.  That's a big leap from your past.  How do you feel about that
now?"

Larry frowned, "It's kinda ... kinda scary and exciting at the same time."
And he suddenly grinned.  "And it sure gives me a boner in my pants all the
time ... like right now.  Oh, sorry doc, I guess I shouldn't have said
that."

"Larry," Steve chuckled, "I've told you you can say whatever you like to me
... and anyway, that's something I've heard from other patients so don't
worry about it.  OK, so here's the deal as I see it.  "You've had a real
difficult boyhood where you were sexually abused by your father which left
you damaged in two major ways.

First, you have never had an older male, a father figure if you like, whom
you could trust and look up to.  And second, you were so shocked and
disgusted by your dad's sexual advances that you stifled your natural
attraction to men.  Well my brother sorted that out for you – Randy is
an expert at that – and suddenly you discover sex with men.  You are
intrigued and excited, like a kid in a candy story who just realized he's
got a very sweet tooth."

Steve chuckled.  "And where do you end up?  In the biggest candy store you
ever saw, with eye-candy in every direction – a group of men and boys
who are all buff and beautiful, oozing sex, and every one of them gives you
a hard-on.  So what's a boy to do?  Get into a whole lot of trouble if he's
not careful – get sexual indigestion from eating too much candy all at
once.

"But there's a story I often tell.  When new employees start working at a
chocolate factory, they are likely to nibble chocolate all day off the
conveyor belt as they pack them in boxes.  So what does management do?
They let them eat as much as they like!  `Cos they know that at the end of
a week they'll be so sick of chocolate they'll never eat another one."

"So, Larry frowned, "are you saying that ..."

"I'm saying that the best thing for you to do is to give into your sexual
urges while you're here rather than suppressing them.  I'm told you already
jerked off watching Darius fuck Pablo, you creamed your shorts watching Bob
and Randy make love (and who wouldn't!) and, of course, Randy made love to
you and fucked you.  But so far that's all, am I right?"

Larry hesitated.  "Well ... not exactly, doc.  See I ... I sucked Mike's
cock."  He suddenly leapt to his own defense.  "And it wasn't gratitude,
sir, like Mike thought at first.  I mean I really like Mike ... I'm gonna
sleep with him tonight and ... but it's not what you think.  I mean, you
were right about not having an older man I can love and respect.  And when
I think back, some of my uncles were real hot and I got a hard on looking
at them.  So you're wrong if you think it's not sexual, sir, `cos ..."

"Hey, hey, hey, go easy kiddo.  I'm not blaming you for that – what
you're describing is quite common.  But you are so new to all this my
advice is to take it slowly – one step at a time."

"That's just what Mike said, sir."

"Yeah, well Mike is a smart guy.  So if something does bloom between you
and him that would be great.  But I'm saying you gotta get your feet wet
first ... test the water before you dive in.  But there's one important
thing to clear up. See, sex is pretty much rampant in this tribe – but
only within the tribe.  You come from outside and before that, you say, you
had a lot of sex with girls.  So, my question is, were you careful – did
you get tested for sexual infections?"

"Oh, no problem there, doc."  Larry blushed.  "See I kinda exaggerated the
number of girls I had sex with, there weren't really that many.  And anyway
before she died my mom insisted that I get tested, so I did several times
and I'm in the clear."

"Great.  Now I'm not suggesting a week-long orgy here.  All I'm saying is
if you find yourself in a sexual situation where you're turned on and got a
hard-on, go for it – watch, join in, whatever feels right.  And at the
end of a week see how you feel then."

"Well next weekend Mike said he'll ask Mark and Jamie to bring me out to
his house in the desert.  I can't wait for that."

"Good, that's a goal then.  Mike won't push anything either way, but you,
after sampling the candy in this house, if you still want to go to Mike's
... do it."

But Larry still hesitated.  "Sir, you said if I'm turned on and got a
hard-on I should go for it."  He blushed.  "Well, doc, I'm turned on now
... and I got a huge boner in my shorts, so ..."

"Ah," Steve smiled.  "I wondered when we would get to that.  Well, Larry,
I'm your therapist so it wouldn't be right for me to fuck you like Randy
did.  That's more his territory anyway.  But there is one thing I can do
for you.  As you see, I'm a bit overdressed for a casual afternoon with the
guys.  So I had intended, after you left, to change out of these formal
clothes into the shorts and T-shirt Bob left for me here.  But now I'm
thinking – how about if I change while you're still here?  Would that
work for you?"

Larry's eyes gleamed.  "You bet, doc."

"OK, and just to add a little spice, I'm all in favor of letting our
imaginations run a bit?  Let's assume I don't know you're here – you're
like a patient spying on his doctor changing his clothes.  A little fantasy
always helps.  You get the picture?"

"Absolutely, sir."

"Right, sit back, relax, and do whatever you want to do.  Except don't cum
too soon."

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

>From then on Steve ignored Larry is if he were not in the room.  In fact
he did what he usually did at the end of any therapy session.  He picked up
his clipboard, sat at Bob's desk and updated his notes on the session.  As
he pondered what to write he raised his arm and casually ran his hand
through his hair which made his bicep flex a bit under his short sleeve.
Larry caught his breath and his hand wandered down to the bulge in his
shorts.

Steve finished his notes, stood up, stretched and yawned as he always did
to relieve the tension of an hour's concentration.  As he stretched his
arms up his shirt pulled up from his waistband a bit and a shirt button
opened at his neck, exposing more of the white tank under the looser shirt.
Seeing this more casual look Larry began to visualize how the doc would
look without a shirt.

Doctor Steve came out from behind the desk, walked over to a full length
mirror, unbuttoned his shirt almost to the waist and stretched again.  With
a perfect all-around view of Steve, including his mirror reflection, Larry
gazed at him hungrily and stroked his cock through his shorts.

>From behind, his eyes traveled down from the doctor's wide shoulders and
over his broad back that tapered down to his slim waist where the shirt was
now loosely tucked into the waistband with its smart brown belt.  And his
tight-fitted slacks accentuated the bulging mounds of his butt.

In front, in the mirror, with his shirt now open Larry saw the shape of his
pecs under the tight tank top.  Steve, admiring his own reflection, ran his
hand under his shirt and over the tank stretched tight over his pecs
flexing underneath.  Larry realized something new – that a man like
Steve could look almost as sexy fully dressed as he surly must naked.
Mesmerized Larry pulled his cock out of his shorts and stroked it, silently
willing the doctor to take off the shirt.

He got half his wish.  With a sigh of satisfaction Steve pulled his shirt
tails out of his pants and it flapped open as he turned and walked over to
the small fridge Bob kept in his room.  On the way he casually shrugged off
his shirt and let it fall to the floor, then bent down and pulled a beer
bottle from the fridge.  With Larry watching his every move Steve twisted
off the top, tilted his head and back and took a long drink.

It was one of the sexiest things Larry had ever seen – the handsome
doctor, his pronounced Adam's apple moving as he drank, stripped down to
his white tank that was tucked into his waist at the back but hung loose in
front.  As Steve's arm moved, Larry watched his muscles ripple, his
shoulders and biceps now bare, his chest and abs clearly etched under the
thin tank.

Steve was driving Larry wild (which Steve knew of course) and the boy
forced himself to remember his words, `don't cum to soon'.  So reluctantly
he pulled his hand off his cock to prevent a premature orgasm.  But now
Steve turned up the pressure.

Sipping his beer he paced round the room a while, his muscular body and
sculpted features catching the dappled light and shadows from the sun
shining into the room.  Then he stopped, frowned and glanced over at the
desk.  Suddenly he reached behind his neck and pulled the tank off over his
head.  Larry gasped and almost lost his load seeing the muscle-god doctor
stripped to the waist, his magnificent torso in full view.

Steve went to the desk, leaned forward and braced his hands on it, gazing
down at his clipboard.  In that position the muscles in his shoulders and
arms flexed and his ass pushed back tight in his slacks.  Larry knew that
if he touched his cock he would cum so he put his hands behind his back on
the couch, feeling the exquisite frustration of a throbbing cock constantly
on the verge of orgasm.

In a daze of lust he realized this was the same feeling he had had when
Randy fucked him but forbade him to shoot.  Randy had been fucking his body
and now his brother Steve was fucking his mind, with the same pitch of pent
up desire and orgasm denied.

Steve sat at the desk and concentrated on his notes as he adjusted them.
And Larry had another revelation.  How often had he seen good looking men
going about their work, some of them sitting behind a desk like Steve,
unaware of being watched, and how often had he subconsciously fantasized
about them shirtless?  These daydreams, firmly denied by his conscious
mind, had built up and lain dormant deep in his subconscious, but now burst
free as he stared at the doctor sitting shirtless behind his desk, a
fantasy come true.

He knew he couldn't hold back much longer – and the always-astute Steve
knew it too.  He finished his notes, got up and walked over to the chest of
drawers where Bob had laid out the shorts and T-shirt for him.

Larry watched spellbound as Steve kicked off his loafers, unbuckled his
belt, let his slacks drop and stepped out of them, naked except for his
boxer shorts.  He picked up the clothes and smiled to himself as he saw the
underwear Bob had chosen.  Not boxers, not briefs – but a white
jock-strap.

He carried it over to the middle of the room and faced Larry on his couch,
still without making eye contact.  He dropped his boxers and Larry gasped
as he saw the huge, stiff dick spring out, just like Randy's.  Steve pulled
on the jock-strap and positioned it just right, with its massive bulge in
front and the globes of his naked ass framed by the white straps, as Larry
could see in the mirror behind him

As the near-naked muscle-god stood before him Larry was so close to busting
his load that he whimpered, "Sir ..."

"I know, Larry," Steve smiled, looking at him for the first time.  I know
just what you're feeling.  And I know you want this."

Steve leaned forward and braced his hands on the back of the couch, his
bulging jock inches from the boy's face.  Slowly he eased his hips forward
until the rough cotton of the jock grazed the boy's lips.  Larry opened his
mouth and suddenly it was full of the thin fabric stretched over the rock
hard cock.  Wisps of wiry pubic hair poked over the waistband and chafed
his face and, breathing frantically through his nose he inhaled the faint,
musky smell of sweat.

He thought he would suffocate but Steve pulled back and said, "I know, I
know, your balls are bursting.  My brother boasts he can make a man cum
without touching himself.  Well so can I, so keep your hands behind your
back – imagine they're tied and you can't get free."  Still stretched
over Larry with one hand braced on the couch, Steve's other hand reached
inside the jock, pulled out his rigid shaft and stroked it in front of his
face.

Overwhelmed, Larry closed his eyes for a second, then opened them and
looked up to see the rugged face staring down at him, the naked muscular
body flexing over him ... and the cock inches from his face being pounded
in the doctor's fist.  The deep voice said, "Here it comes, Larry ... now
you can do it ... Now!"

Larry's head jerked back and he reflexively closed his eyes as he felt the
first jet of cum hit his face.  Then he opened them and stared at the huge
cock pumping semen that splashed over his face.  He had watched the
handsome doctor slowly strip naked, had tasted his cock bulging in his
jockstrap, and now that cock was blasting jizz in his face, making him cum
at last ... at last ...  "Doc, I'm ... I gotta ... aagh ... aaagh!"

Howling jubilantly he opened his mouth and drank Steve's juice pouring into
it while his own cock exploded with streams of pent-up cum that shot up to
his own chest, his neck and his face, where it joined the sperm of the
doctor running down his cheeks at the climax of a therapy session like
nothing he could have imagined in his wildest dreams.

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

A few minutes later Steve was dressed in Bob's shorts and T-shirt, helping
Larry to wipe the cum from his face and the front of his shirt.  Steve was
once again the calm, soothing therapist.  "See, Larry, that was a good
start to what I was talking about, slowly getting familiar with man-on-man
sex.  Nothing hard-core, just a glimpse of some of the things in store for
you.  Not as hot a Randy fuck, I know, but ..."

"But sir, it was.  It was different, sure, but it was awesome, sir.  I've
never ... never seen anything like that before and ... and I loved it,
sir."

"Good, that's good.  But like I said, you've gotta take it easy.  Try
something gentle at first.  Leave the leathermen, Zack and Darius, for
later with their rough stuff.  And this was only the first of our sessions.
At the end of the week I'd like to see you again to see how your week has
gone and how you feel then about going out to Mike's place.

"Oh I'll still want to go, sir.  That's different from all this... what I
feel for Mike is a whole different thing and it won't change, sir."

Steve went back downstairs with Larry and they were greeted with smiles and
lots of enquiring looks.  But Larry had something else on his mind – his
promise to the twins.  He sat with Mike for a few minutes and said, "Sir,
is it OK that I had sex with Doctor Steve?  I mean it wasn't like sex with
Randy but ..."

"Larry," Mike chuckled, "I've told you, while you're here you can do
whatever you like with any of the guys.  I want you to explore as much as
possible."

"Sir, if it's OK I'd like Steve to tell you everything we did."

"It's OK if you say it is, kiddo.  Hear that Steve?  You have a full
release from the patient to tell me everything."

"Actually," Steve grinned, "it was the patient who got full release. The
doc too if it comes to that."

"Sir," Larry said, "I gotta go to the kitchen and help the twins clean it
up.  I promised."

He ran off and found the twins in the middle of the clean-up.  They put him
to work right away and half an hour later they were nearly done.  "I can
finish mopping the floor, guys, if you want to take a rest.  You've been
working all day."

Kyle and Kevin smiled at each other.  "Thanks Larry," said Kevin.  "We do
usually relax for a while after lunch.  We live right here above the
kitchen."  Kyle grinned, "Dude, that shirt of yours is real stained and wet
and I'm guessing it's not from kitchen water.  When you've finished the
floor come up the stairs here and we'll give you a clean one."

As they left – two gorgeous identical brothers – Larry incredibly
found his cock getting stiff in his shorts, so soon after Doctor Steve.
The doc was right, he thought, this place is one big candy store.  He had
forgotten that his shirt was splashed with Steve's cum and his own, so when
he had finished mopping and drying he went up the stairs and into the
twins' apartment.

But he stopped short at the door and blushed, shocked by the sight of the
brothers in a tight embrace kissing each other.  "Oh, sorry dudes," he said
averting his eyes.  "I'll come back later."

"No, no," Kevin smiled.  "Come right in, Larry.  You're just in time."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 347


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