Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2017 02:51:03 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 354  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 354
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:

It's payback time for the macho young mechanic Pablo.  He topped Randy and
Bob but now gets spit-roasted by the two bosses.  "Not such a hotshot
mechanic now, are you, stud?"  At the Grady House rivalry simmers between
the blond gymnast Tommy and the young chef Danny.  "Face it, man, I don't
like you much and you don't like me.  I don't like sharing a bed with you
any more than you do."


CHAPTER 354 – "A MECHANIC IS SPIT ROASTED – TWO JOCKS FEUD"


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

Pablo was no longer the feisty kid in ragged dungarees.  Randy's boy had
matured into a macho young stud, the company's chief mechanic.

Ever since Randy first met the boy he had always worked in those old
dungarees that defined him in Randy's mind as the brave oil-streaked young
kid he had long ago rescued from a run-down gas station in the desert, had
taken on as his boy and later adopted as his son.

But then, one day recently Pablo had shown up for work shirtless wearing
old greasy jeans and muddy work-boots.  The young colt Randy had raised had
become a stallion.  He had always had a great body, sculpted by grueling
gym workouts with Randy.  But now it was as if the young jock had stepped
right out of the pages of a porn magazine, ruggedly handsome with a body
that wouldn't quit.

His bare torso was that of a junior bodybuilder – broad shoulders,
bulging biceps, ripped abs and a slim waist and hips hugged by his beltless
jeans.  The old, worn jeans were creased at the crotch that bulged sexily
under the greasy denim stretched over his muscled thighs.  "Damn, that's
one fucking gorgeous son-of-a-bitch," Randy murmured, as he looked out at
the construction site from his trailer office and jerked off watching the
hot mechanic at work.

Pablo had always idolized Randy and modeled himself on his hero in every
way, including Randy's rugged, sometimes savage, sexuality.  And now he
came into the trailer and proved his new sexual power by fucking Randy and
leaving the gypsy construction boss sprawled naked on the floor smothered
in jizz, moaning, "Holy fucking shit."

Later that evening Randy's lover Bob, with the body and features of
Superman, had decided to give his blessing to Pablo's new, dominant image.
After dinner in the master suite with Randy, Pablo, his lover Darius, and
Bob's twins Kyle and Kevin, Bob had dramatically submitted his own
magnificent body to Pablo's rampant lust.  The other boys had been
awestruck witnesses to Pablo ramrodding the ass of the boss's lover.

The boys were stunned that Pablo had treated Bob so savagely, physically
and verbally.  But Bob knew that the young stud was playing the part of
Randy, behaving as he would, even if that meant burying his natural respect
for Bob under an impetuous surge of lust and sexual domination laced with
obscenities learned from Randy.

Randy too had felt some unease about Pablo's aggressiveness but his
concerns were superseded by pride in his boy's sexual prowess and the
visual spectacle of the young mechanic butt-fucking the muscular superman.

Later that night when Randy and Bob were lying in bed talking out the wild
day they had just lived through, Randy said, "Pablo's turned into quite the
young stallion ain't he?  I could see he turned you on a whole lot."  He
grinned, "Man, he's so much like me, you, er ... you wouldn't ever think of
dumping me for a younger model would you?"

Bob laughed, "Randy you sound like we're playing out some kind of soap
opera?"

"Well aren't we?" Randy smiled.  "Ain't that kind of what our life's
become?  Just imagine all the sexual dramas playing out in this house right
now."

"Yeah," Bob chuckled, "but you can bet our guys are all in hog heaven.  I'd
be more concerned with the other houses.  From the gossip I hear, Tommy up
at Steve's house, and Danny at the Grady House have been kinda down in the
dumps lately.  It's my belief they're feeling a bit isolated in their grand
houses, sort of cut off from the tribe.  Maybe they need to find boyfriends
for themselves – get a little romance going in their lives."

Randy sighed.  "Well, buddy, even you can't sort out all their lives for
them.  Anyway, right now it's just the two of us and we've had a helluva
weird day.  Damn, we've both been shagged rotten today by that stud
mechanic of mine so I guess it's up to me to prove to you who the real
master is around here."

"The older model, eh?" Bob chuckled.  "OK, bossman, show me what you got."


********************* CHAPTER 354 **********************

Early next morning Bob and Randy were stirring, both of them with morning
hard-ons.  "Hmm," Randy murmured as he reached down and folded his fist
round Bob's rigid shaft.  "What do you plan on doing with that, big guy?"

"Can't you guess, buddy?  Last night I got my ass ploughed first by your
hyped-up stud mechanic, and then by the older version, his gypsy dad Randy.
About time I turned the tables, don't you think?"

"You read my mind, dude.  You wanna get your rocks off in my ass, I say go
for it."  Randy turned his back to Bob and pressed his ass against his
cock.  But at the point of entry they were interrupted by a knock on the
door.  "Damn," Randy growled then yelled, "Yeah, who is it?"

The door opened and Pablo stood there dressed for work in his grubby,
beltless jeans, boots, and a ragged oil-streaked tank-top clinging to the
muscles of his torso, the same as Randy always wore on the construction
site.

"It's me, sir.  I was just leaving for work, thought I'd make an early
start, but I wanted to drop in and ..."  He grinned, seeing both men
sporting healthy erections.  "Heck, seems I interrupted something, sir,
sorry about that."

Randy was torn between frustration at the intrusion and admiration for the
muscular young jock with that sexy, crooked smile on his handsome face.
"OK, so you wanted to drop in and ...?"

"Well, sir, I thought I owed Bob an apology for last night.  I guess I got
carried away and kinda lost control ... just like you do, sir," with a
raffish grin at Randy.  Then he turned to Bob.  "Sir, I meant no disrespect
and I hope I didn't come on too strong.  I didn't mean to give you the same
treatment my dad gives you."

Bob smiled, "Yes you did, Pablo, we all know that.  You can't help copying
Randy in everything you do and I knew that's what you were doing.  Don't
forget it was me who encouraged you after dinner when I got naked."  He
chuckled, "A man who strips all his clothes off is just asking for it.  But
no sweat, boy, I loved it.  Hell, a hot, junior version of the savage gypsy
ploughing my ass?  What's not to like?  And I'm impressed by your coming by
to check on me and apologize.  It does you credit, and it's just what Randy
does after acting like a caveman."

"Phew, that's a relief," Pablo grinned.  "Thanks for saying that, sir, and
if there's ever anything I can do to make amends, just say the word.  OK,
guys, sorry again for interrupting your, er, that thing you were doing ..."
Again the roguish smile.  "I'm off to work."

He turned and headed for the door, but a growl from Randy stopped him dead
in his tracks.  "Now wait just a goddam minute here, boy."  Pablo turned
and looked questioningly at Randy.  "You come striding in here like the
cock of the walk just because you ploughed my gorgeous man's ass and made
him beg for more?"  Then Randy's face broke into a dazzling smile.  "Not
that you weren't fucking gorgeous yourself, stud, and made me damn proud of
you."

"But ...?" Pablo asked.

"But you can't just throw out that `anything-I-can-do-to-make-amends' line
and waltz right outa here, especially when you barged in and interrupted my
man with a roaring hard-on cranking up to ream my ass.  Damn straight
there's something you can do, boy, and I'm gonna leave it to Bob to decide
what.  He's the injured party after all.  The cocky young jock's all yours,
Bob."

Bob smiled at the somewhat chastened Pablo.  "I guess this is a case where
actions speak louder than words, Pablo.  It's one thing to say you're
making amends, but I got the impression you were a man of action.  You sure
were last night.  I saw plenty of your big dick last night, Pablo, but
rumor has it that you have an even more stunning attribute than that.  And
that's what I want to see now.  I think you know what I mean."

Pablo flashed his cheeky grin and turned his back to the men.  He
unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down over his ass.  "Oh shit," Bob
laughed, "rumor had it right.  That ass is priceless."  The flawless white
globes were displayed perfectly, framed by the bottom of the tank draped
over the top of the curve, and the jeans below the ass clinging round the
muscled thighs.

"I'm sure Randy has taught you, Pablo, that there are many things that go
to make a real man beyond being a great fuck – though I gotta admit that
is near the top of the list.  You have become one hell of a sexy, dominant
stud, but a real man has to be prepared to take punishment as well as dish
it out.  You think you can do that?"

Pablo looked back over his shoulder at Bob propped on his elbows on the bed
behind him.  "Sir," he said indignantly, "the ass you are looking at has
been punished almost daily for years by my dad, and I think you know how
that feels ... sir."

Bob smiled, "Kid, you are fast becoming an arrogant mother-fucker, you know
that?"

"Thank you sir," Pablo replied with more than a hint of mockery.

"You need to be knocked off that high horse, man.  OK, I want you on your
hands and knees facing the mirror on the wall."

Still acting with cocksure smugness Pablo dropped on all fours and pushed
his ass up in the air in an almost defiant gesture.  But when Bob rose up
off the bed, all Pablo's arrogance vanished as he stared in the mirror at
the handsome naked muscle-god towering behind him, his huge shaft standing
straight out from his dark pubic hair like a pole.  No one could compare to
this muscular superman who could intimidate anyone simply by just his naked
presence.

Bob stroked his own cock and said, "You see this, man?  This is the cock
that was about to drive into the boss's ass when you barged in, but I guess
the boss will have to wait ... thanks to you.  `Cos you know where this rod
is going?"

"Up my butt, sir?"

"Damn right.  I have on occasion fucked that sweet ass when you were still
a young rooky.  But now I'm looking down at the muscular stud mechanic who
strutted his stuff by fucking the boss in his office and left him sprawled
naked on the floor covered in jizz.  Then he had the audacity to do the
same to the boss's lover, pinning him to the bed and pounding his ass,
making him submit and beg for release.

"Man, you may be the macho chief mechanic who looks like he belongs in a
porn flick but sometimes an alpha stud like you has to be chopped down to
size.  Not such a top man now, stud, on your hands and knees, you pants
hanging down, bareassed and waiting to get butt fucked.  And now I wanna
hear that arrogant stud beg.  Let's hear what you want, man."

Bob's teasing foreplay was driving Pablo wild with lust.  "Godammit, man, I
wanna feel your rod in my ass."  Then, realizing that sounded more like an
order, "Please, sir.  Please, you look incredible, sir, and I want you to
fuck my ass, sir."

Hearing the muscular Mestizo humble himself by begging for cock Bob felt a
rush of adrenaline and sank to his knees behind him.  He spat on his cock
and pressed it between the cheeks of the perfect ass.  He reached forward,
grabbed Pablo's thick black hair and pulled his face back, forcing him to
look at himself in the mirror.

"See that beautiful face, those chiseled features, those muscular
shoulders?  That's the dominant young jock who thinks he rules the roost,
who fucked the boss into submission and then reamed his lover.  But watch
that face now, man, as I do this ...!"

"Aaagh!"  The square-cut features twisted into a howl of pain as the long
thick shaft pierced his ass and drove deep inside.  "Too much for you
stud?" Bob taunted.

"No, sir.  Please, I want it, sir ... I need it ... I need to get fucked
sir ... I beg you."

Bob pulled back and drove in again, still pulling Pablo's head back and
watching tears spring to his eyes.  His cock became a pile-driver,
pistoning in and out of the young jock's ass as he growled, "Payback time,
man.  How's it feel to get your ass slammed by the guy you trashed, eh?
Not such a hotshot mechanic now, are you, stud?"

"Fuck you, man," Pablo yelled, summoning his last shreds of defiance, but
the ramrod continued to pound his ass mercilessly and when Pablo looked at
the superman face behind him he became submissive and begged for more.
"Man, you're so hot, you're cock feels ... oh god, fuck me, sir ... fuck me
...!.

Bob let Pablo's head drop down and grabbed the back of his tank instead.
He yanked it back making Pablo rear up on his knees.  Bob reached round his
chest, yanked on the thin fabric and ripped it back off his chest so it
hung in shreds round his neck.  Pablo's arms reached out helplessly,
clawing at thin air as his muscular body shook from the pounding in his
ass.

"Hey, Randy, you gonna leave all the heavy lifting to me?" Bob shouted.
"How about grabbing a piece of the action here?"

Randy grinned and got off the bed, still naked.  He came round to face his
boy who had gone back on all fours.  He grabbed the shreds of his tank
behind his neck and pulled the face up level with his massive iron-hard
dick.  "OK, stud, you can swagger all you like, the hot jock who dominates
men and makes them drool over your gorgeous body, but I'm the boss and the
man pounding you ass is my lover.  So you know what you have to do now,
stud.  Open up."

Obediently the young mechanic opened his mouth wide and choked as the
gypsy's rod pushed into it and down his throat. "OK, buddy," Randy grinned
at Bob, "let's show the cocky young jock that if he has the balls to fuck
the bosses of the tribe one after the other, he pays by getting
spit-roasted by the same two guys.  Look in the mirror, boy, and see how
the mighty have fallen."

Pablo glanced sideways and saw in the mirror the pornographic spectacle of
the tough young mechanic on his hands and knees, pants round his legs,
shredded tank hanging round his neck, with massive dicks pounding his ass
and face.  His humiliation was complete ... and as he flexed his body to
withstand the onslaught the homoerotic fantasy turned him on and made his
dick rock hard beneath him.

"See that, buddy?" Randy laughed.  "It fucking turns him on to get ploughed
by two masters.  Let's make him cum man, then we'll keep punishing him.
Like he said himself, `a guy hurts worse after he's shot his load."

And so the men turned up the heat, fucking him ferociously, and it was the
spectacle in the mirror of the muscle-stud getting savagely spit-roasted,
as much as the pounding in his butt and his face, that made Pablo's body
shudder ... made him scream into the gag of Randy's cock ... and made his
cock pump its load all over the floor.

But that didn't end it. The double-fuck increased in strength and tempo as
Randy and Bob grinned at each other and went to town on the brash mechanic,
until each sensed that the other was ready.  "OK, big guy," Randy grinned.
"Let's show him who's really boss around here.  Let's give it to him.
Let's fill the mother-fucker with jizz.  You ready?"

"Let's do it, big guy.  Shit his ass feels good ... fucking gorgeous young
buck.  Here it comes, man ... Yeaaah!"  Pablo's body bucked and he choked
as cum exploded in his ass and down his throat.  Randy pulled out, held the
face up by the rags round his neck and pumped the last jets of semen full
in the handsome Mestizo face.

He stared down at the rugged mechanic, cum streaming down his face, square
jaw sagging open, jizz oozing from it down his chin.  Randy's eyes
gleamed. "Beautiful ... abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous."  Bob pulled out of
his ass and Randy reached down and pulled Pablo to his feet.  He wrapped
his arms round him, kissed him hard on the mouth and sucked on his own cum.

He pulled away and stared into his face.  "You are such a stud, kiddo.  You
are exactly the boy I wanted ... exactly ... and I'm so fucking proud of
you."  Pablo grinned his lopsided grin.  "Thank you, sir.  That means
everything to me."

Randy pulled Bob down beside him on the bed, they propped themselves on
their elbows and gazed up at him.  "Pull your pants up, boy, you'll be late
for work.  First you're gonna go down to Darius, dripping with cum, your
ripped tank hanging over your chest, so he can see what happened to you."

Randy reached down to the floor, picked up his own sweaty tank that he had
taken off the day before and flung it at Pablo.  And before you and Darius
take off for work put this on.  That way you'll stink of my sweat and my
jizz all day."

"Thank you, sir," Pablo said, buttoning his pants.  "And, er, if you want
me to come to your trailer during the break for a re-match, just holler."

"Fuck you, boy." Randy grinned.  "Get your ass out of here before I pound
it again."

With a cocky salute Pablo was gone and Randy glowed with pride as he turned
to Bob.  "How about that kid, eh buddy?  Ain't he something?"

"He's your boy, alright, Randy.  A chip off the old block.  You better
watch it, stud, or I just might turn you in for the younger model."

"Asshole.  Any more of that and I'll tie you to the bed and leave you there
all day.  When I come back I'll work you over like I used to do.  You'll be
begging for it."

Bob chuckled, turned on by the thought of being at the mercy of the
ferocious gypsy.  "Not today buddy ... too much to do, I'll be tied up with
other things.  I gotta go up to the Grady House and check on how Brandon is
handling the accounts for Grady and Mario.  Seems they guys are off again
on one of their trips to promote Grady's movie, like they did in Rome,
leaving Danny and Brian to hold the fort."

"Yeah, well I s'pose you gotta do that.  But before you tangle with Pablo
again you check with me first.  He's my boy and I decide when and if he
fucks with you again."

"Oh yeah?  Try telling him that.  I have a feeling you'd be the one who
ends up tied to the bed."

Randy grinned.  "Like I said, you're an asshole, but you're my asshole and
I love you, buddy."  He gave him a grinding kiss, then got up, pulled on
his jeans and boots and left for work.

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

A short while later as Bob drove his Mercedes up the hill toward the Grady
House he had a hard time pulling his thoughts away from the sight of the
young jock mechanic on all fours getting spit-roasted, but he eventually
succeeded in focusing on the task ahead.  He was going not only to
supervise Brandon's handling of the accounts but also to check on Danny.

As he had mentioned to Randy, he had heard through the grapevine that Danny
was in some kind of funk at the house, and so was Tommy, the house manager
for Steve and Lloyd at their spacious house in the hills.

Bob guessed that the boys were feeling a bit isolated ... not so much
physically as emotionally.  They both ran big houses and loved their jobs
but there was a danger that they might submerge their own identities and
desire in the needs of their employers.  And when the activity in the house
slowed down, leaving them more or less alone, they ended up feeling quite
solitary.

At the high security gates at the Grady House Bob could have used the
security code that only he and a few others knew, but out of deference to
Danny, the house manager, he pressed the buzzer.  Almost immediately
Danny's voice came through the intercom.  He had seen Bob's Mercedes on the
security camera and said excitedly, "Hello, sir, great to see you.  Please
come right in."  The big gates swung silently open, the Mercedes glided
inside, and they immediately closed behind it.

When Bob got out of the car Danny was there to greet him, a white bib apron
wrapped round his solid compact body, and Bob gave him a long tight hug.
"Hey, Danny, how's it going?  Dude, you get more handsome every time I see
you.  Seems a long time since Randy and I first saw you serving drinks by
the pool at the Ritz Carlton.  And look at you now – in charge of this
big movie star house."

"Yes, sir, it's the best job a guy could ever have, especially for a chef
like me.  Talking of which, sir," he added eagerly, "I'm hoping you can
stay for lunch.  I have a menu all worked out."

Such was the enthusiasm shining in Danny's eyes that Bob readily accepted.
"Thanks, Danny, I'd love to.  Who else is here?"

"Well, sir, you know that Grady and Mario are abroad again promoting the
movie.  South America this time – Rio and ... and a whole bunch of other
places, I lose track.  But Brian is here, of course, and Brandon dropped by
for his meeting with you.  He's upstairs in the office."

"Right, well I better get up there to him.  But when we've finished I'll
come down to the kitchen and we'll have a little chat if you have time.

"Oh I'll have time, sir," Danny smiled.  "Always for you."

Bob took the elevator to the second floor and when the doors opened he ran
into Brian, wheeling his wheelchair down the long hallway with a load of
clean sheets piled on his tray table.  His big round eyes lit up and he
said, "Sir, you're here.  I was just changing the beds.  Are you staying to
lunch, sir?"

"Sure am," Bob smiled, "Danny twisted my arm.  Er, can I help you with all
that stuff?"

"No thank you, sir," Brian said determinedly, "I can manage just fine."

"Of course you can," Bob smiled, recognizing that independent spirit shown
by Brian and Brandon who always emphatically made clear that despite both
being in wheelchairs they could do anything the other boys did.  The same
confidence shone in Brandon's eyes when Bob walked into the office and
Brandon rolled back from his computer and raised his arms for a hug.

They got right down to business and spent over an hour going over the
expenses of the house.  Bob was Grady's business manager, planned his
investments and knew every detail of his huge income from the film studio.
He insisted that, despite the huge inflow of money, they should keep an eye
on expenses.  As he always said, "the gravy train might not last forever."
That was Brandon's job and he proudly pointed out economies they had been
able to make.

"You're doing a fantastic job here, Brandon," Bob said.  "I'll be sure to
tell Pete.  He'll be real proud that his boy is managing all this so well."
Brandon blushed with pleasure.  "OK kiddo, were done with the figures.  Now
I want to hear how things are going here.  Everything OK?"

"Oh yes, sir.  Danny and Brian are cranking up for the big event when Grady
and Mario get back."  He gave a conspiratorial smile.  "See that safe over
there, sir?  You'll never guess what's in it."  He paused for dramatic
effect.  "It's a DVD, hand-delivered yesterday from the studio ... an
advance copy of Grady's movie!  But I better let Danny tell you all about
it."

"Sounds exciting.  And, er, how is Danny doing?"

"Oh he's ... he's great, sir," Brandon said, not very convincingly.  Bob
smiled at him with his kind, inviting smile, and raised his eyebrows
questioningly.  "Well, sir, I don't want to gossip but ... but I'm a bit
worried about Danny.  See, he spends a whole bunch of time alone in the
kitchen and, when the house is empty like it is now, he looks kinda, I
dunno, a bit mopey if you know what I mean.

"See, when I get through work, sir, I got Pete to go home to, but Danny's
got no-one, I mean no-one to love like I love Pete.  Oh sure, Grady and
Mario love him to bits and sometimes have sex with him.  And Danny and
Brian are best buddies, real close.  But at the end of the day when Danny
goes to bed he's all alone.

"And there's another thing, sir.  Tommy often comes over to help when we
have company and there's, I dunno, something kinda ... tense between him
and Danny.  `Course you remember when they both worked at the hotel Tommy
was the assistant manager and was real mean and arrogant with Danny who was
just a waiter.  I thought they'd kinda got over that but ... I dunno," he
frowned.  "Like I said, there's something a bit weird going on that I can't
put my finger on.  It's kinda like a pot that's simmering and about to boil
over, if you know what I mean."

"I think I do, Brandon.  I was going down to the kitchen for a chat,
anyway, so can you leave it with me?  I won't tell Danny you spoke about
him, that's between us."

"That would be great, sir.  Sir, I'm real glad you're here.  Is it OK to
say that?"

"It's very flattering, Brandon.  Thank you.  See you at lunch."

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

"Mmm, something smells good," Bob said as he walked into the kitchen.

"Chicken pot pie," Danny grinned, turning away from the stove.  "One of my
specialties."  Bob's heart went out to the young man with his lithe,
compact body, tousled hair and cute face with a hint of cheekiness under
his basic shyness.

"You seem to have a whole lot of specialties, Danny.  Er, Brandon mentioned
that you guys have a big event coming up.  Something to do with the DVD
that came yesterday."

Danny's eyes lit up.  "Yes, sir, it's a private copy of Grady's Tarzan
movie.  It's more or less the finished version, though the studio is still
tweaking it a bit in post-production and the premier is still a couple
months away.  So it's top secret, must never leak out or it'll be pirated
everywhere, that's why no-one's seen it yet and it's locked in the safe.

"But when the guys get back we're gonna have a private screening for the
tribe in our basement screening room.  The twins are coming to help in the
kitchen and Tommy's coming over from Steve's house to help with the
arrangements.

"Wow, that'll be quite an event.  Yeah, the twins mentioned they were
coming up here soon, and of course Tommy had experience as a party planner
at the hotel.  I guess you work with him quite a lot now.  How's he doing?"

"Oh, still as pushy as ever," Danny said impulsively, and immediately
blushed.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't mean ...  It's just that, lately he seems a bit
distant with me.  Maybe he never got over that assistant manager gig where
he looked down on me.  Or maybe it's because he's a bit lonely up at Steve
and Lloyd's place.  I mean, he has sex pretty regularly with Lloyd and
sometimes with both of them but, well, he doesn't have anyone he's real
close to, like no boyfriend or anything.  Face it, when he goes to bed he
sleeps alone."

Wow, Bob thought, pretty much word for word what Brandon just said about
Danny.  He hesitated, knowing he was treading on thin ice.  "Er, you know
Danny one thing that can make a boy tense is when he isn't getting any
... sex I mean.  I know I'm being real pushy here but ... when did you last
have sex?"

Danny blushed, but Bob was the kind of guy men opened up too, even on
intimate subjects.  "Well, sir ... about two weeks ago.  Oh don't get me
wrong, when they're here Grady and Mario often include me in their sex
games and that's incredible.  And sometimes I climb into bed with Brian and
we jerk each other off.

"But Grady and Mario haven't been here for almost two weeks and I don't
really wanna jack off alone.  When I was living in my little room in the
hotel that's all I did, jack off, but now I only wanna have sex with a guy
who really turns me on, someone I can look up to."

"Hmm, not good, kiddo.  You gotta release that load more often.  You must
have built up a real head of steam in there, like a pressure cooker ready
to blow."

Danny's shyness was replaced by his cheeky grin.  "You can say that again,
sir."

Once again Bob's heart went out to this sweet-natured young guy who worked
so hard but was, deep down, lonely for love and affection.  "Well, Danny,
like I said, those other problems will take time, but there's one thing we
can take care of right now.  Take off that apron."

Puzzled, Danny did as he was told and then he gasped as Bob fell on his
knees in front of him.  Danny stared down at the square-jawed Superman
face, at his V-neck white T-shirt stretched over the muscles of his
flawless physique, and he stammered, "No, sir, I can't, I couldn't ... it
wouldn't be right, sir ... you're the boss, Randy's lover ... you're so
... and I'm only ..."

"Sorry, Danny, I guess I took too much for granted.  You said you only
wanted a guy who really turns you on and apparently that's not me ..."

"Oh no, sir ... I mean yes, sir, you do turn me on, you turn everyone on.
My cock's been hard ever since you came in here, sir, but now ..."

"So let's take a look."  Bob unzipped Danny's pants and pulled out his limp
dick.  "Well that's just nerves, Danny," Bob chuckled.  "Often happens that
when a guy wants it really, really bad that's exactly the moment passion
turns to panic and he loses his erection.  But we can soon take care of
that."

Bob pulled off his own T-shirt and that alone was almost enough to make
Danny cum, looking down at his broad shoulders, the mounds of his pecs and
eight-pack abs.  And he could not believe the sight of this stunning
muscle-god bending forward and licking his balls.  But still he was too
nervous to get hard ... until Bob licked the head of his cock and swallowed
the whole thing down his throat.

"Aaah!" Danny sighed deeply as blood raced through his cock making it swell
in Bob's mouth.  He almost blew his wad right there but he wanted to hold
back and enjoy it.  And boy, did he ever!  Bob pulled back and started to
ease back and forth, pulling all the way back to the head, pausing and then
swallowing it all the way down to the back of his throat, where he gulped
several times so his throat muscles clenched round the head in the warm,
moist depths.

Then, as he pulled back again he pursed his lips tight round the shaft as
if he were drawing the semen from his balls and along his cock.  Danny was
driven wild and lost all his inhibitions.  He ran his hands through Bob's
thick mop of dark hair, back to the square nape where he linked his fingers
and pulled the sculpted face down on his cock.

And so it continued as Bob increased the tempo and Danny stared down in
disbelief at his rigid cock disappearing like a piston into the sexy mouth
of this beautiful man.  The sensation in his cock, the vision, the fantasy,
all combined to send shafts of ecstasy through the young chef's body and he
knew he could no longer resist.  All the pent up juice of the last two
weeks now roared for release and he yelled, "Sir, I think I'm gonna ... I'm
cumming, sir, I'm gonna cum in your mouth sir ... I ... aaagh!"

It was a massive eruption of jizz that poured down Bob's throat as he
swallowed gulp after gulp.  Danny thought he would never stop pumping jizz
but at last his cock shuddered less and the deluge stopped.  Bob pulled off
his cock but it still ached and, as he looked down at the pornographic
sight of the chiseled superman features with tears flowing down his cheeks
and semen down his chin, Danny knew it wasn't over.

So he was not surprised when Bob clamped both hands round his still-rigid
cock and started to pump it.  "I want more, boy.  I want more of that jizz,
it's so warm and sweet ... I know you can do it, kid.  You can if you
really find me hot.  I need it, boy, I need your sperm in my face.  Let me
taste that jizz.  Show me how much I turn you on, boy."

Danny drifted into a homoerotic world where this shirtless muscle-god was
on his knees, cheeks streaked with tears, stubbled jaw oozing cum, pumping
the boy's cock frantically and begging him to cum.  No boy could resist
this and Danny felt his balls swelling and his cock throbbing again.  "Here
it comes, sir ... fuck yeah ... fuck ... yeah ...!"

Once again his cock exploded, this time blasting cum full in the superman
face, on his proud forehead, high cheekbones and into his wide-open mouth
so it spilled over his chin, dripped onto his heaving chest and ran down
the cleft between his pecs and over the ridges of his abs.

Danny had always admired Bob, but now as he gazed down at the incredible
spectacle he worshipped him as a boy might worship a demi-god.  Bob rose to
his feet and flashed a gleaming smile at Danny.

"Good, so that helps to relieve the pressure in your balls.  But I'm
thinking two things here.  First, my cock's rock hard `cos I haven't cum
yet.  And second, I'm remembering how your young friend Eddie can cum a
million times one after the other.  If he were here he'd have no problem
helping me out.  How about you, kiddo?"

Danny's eyes danced with glee.  "Oh yes, sir, of course, sir, I can do
that.  It would be an honor.  Leave it to me."  He dropped to his knees,
unbuttoned Bob's jeans and pulled out his massive dick, hard as steel.  It
could have been a daunting sight but now Danny's craving to please Bob was
so strong that he dispensed with foreplay, opened his mouth wide and pushed
forward on the thick shaft until his face was buried in the tangle of black
pubic hair, inhaling its musky smell.

"Yeah, that's it, boy, suck your master's cock ... make him feel good.  He
grabbed Danny's hair and pulled his head back and forth, forcing the warm
mouth down on his rod.  The mention of Eddie reminded Danny of the blow-job
lessons he had got from him and he used all the tricks he had learned.

The big dick slammed to the back of his throat and he heard the deep voice
growl, "Take it, boy, take it all.  I'm gonna fuck your face until I see
you splash more juice on the floor.  Grab your dick boy and pump it till
you cum.  Do it for me, kid."

Danny knew he had to obey ... he wanted to obey this glorious man.  Excited
by the deep, sexy voice and choking on the shaft slamming against the back
of his throat the boy pumped his dick frantically, determined to please the
master.  And finally, although he had just shot two loads, he felt the
familiar tingling in his cock and knew he could do it.  He screamed a
muffled scream into the gag of the swelling cock and shot a stream of jizz
that splashed on the kitchen floor.

"Good boy," Bob yelled, "now drink this!"  Danny felt semen gushing down
his throat, stream after stream ... and he swallowed it all."  When the
cock had drained inside him the long rod pulled out and he felt strong
hands pulling him to his feet.  Bob pulled him into his arms and gave him a
passionate, open-mouth kiss.  When at last their faces pulled apart Danny
licked the cum from Bob's face, then pulled a towel from his back pocket
and wiped it dry.

Bob grinned, "And don't forget to clean the floor, kiddo.  If the Health
Department comes in to inspect they'll take a dim view of a kitchen floor
with jism splashed all over it."  Danny laughed and Bob was pleased to see
a sparkle in his eyes that had not been there before.

After they both buttoned their pants Bob ruffled Danny's hair said, "Well,
I'd say that took care of one problem, Danny – that two-week load of
jizz straining to get out.  As for the other stuff we talked about, well,
these things have a habit of sorting themselves out one way or another.  In
the meantime, you and Tommy have to work together so don't lose your cool
or anything.  And don't forget, you're the boss around here and you answer
only to Grady and Mario."

"Thank you, sir.  Thank you for everything.  Tommy's coming over soon to go
over the plans with me so I'll keep that in mind.  I'm glad we had this
chat, sir, and ..." he grinned cheekily ... "thanks for helping me let off
steam.  I'm so happy you're here today.  Er, lunch has been delayed a bit
`cos I got kinda distracted, but it'll be ready in less than an hour."

"Right.  I'm gonna go check in on Brian.  He was working hard when I ran
into him earlier."

"Brian is so great, sir.  Him and me are best buddies."

Bob was pensive as he left the kitchen and went in search of Brian.  He
puzzled over what Brandon and Danny had said about Tommy, but he couldn't
help feeling there was a piece of the puzzle missing.  It wasn't just
residual animosity between them – that didn't fit somehow.  A phrase
Brandon had used stuck in his mind – `something a bit weird that I can't
put my finger on'.  That was exactly how Bob felt.

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

There was a large sitting area attached to the kitchen, a space that was
designed by Mario who said that people always hung out in kitchens anyway
so they might as well be comfortable doing it.  Grady had agreed, as he
agreed with everything his lover suggested.

It was here that lunch was being served, and Bob and the three boys had
just taken their places at the table when the gate buzzer sounded.  Danny
jumped up, looked at the security screen and said (with just a hint of
annoyance, Bob thought), "It's Tommy already, he's early."  Without a word
of greeting Danny buzzed open the gate, then closed them after Tommy drove
in.

Brandon was already moving closer to Brian to make space for Tommy at the
table.  "Good," Bob said, "is Tommy joining us?  Is there enough food?"

There's always enough food sir." Danny managed a grin, putting the accent
on food, implying that other things, like goodwill, might be in short
supply.  Tommy came in and, surprised to see Bob, smiled and shook hands.
"Hello, sir, good to see you again.  Hi Brian, hi Brandon ... Danny," with
a slight nod of the head.

Oh dear, Bob thought, things had gone farther than he imagined – there
was a distinct frost in the air between Danny and Tommy.  But Brian and
Brandon warmed things up with their chatter of two good friends catching
up.  They glanced mischievously from Danny to Bob and exchanged knowing
looks.  Danny picked up on it and shrugged at Bob with a smile.

"OK, guys," Bob chuckled, "I can tell when something's up between you two
and I've a fair idea what you're dying to know.  OK if I tell them, Danny?"
He grinned and nodded.  "OK," Bob said, yes something happened between
Danny and me.  When I went to the kitchen Danny was feeling horny so I
knelt down and sucked his cock.  Then he came again in my face.  Then he
sucked my dick and came for a third time.  Does that satisfy you?"

Bob's cheery candor in spilling these intimate details made them laugh and
Brian said, "Way to go, Danny.  You probably needed that."  There was
laughter round the table, except from Tommy who huffed quietly and gave
Danny a steely look.  Bob read jealousy in his eye ... but jealous of whom,
he wondered, Danny or Bob.  And suddenly he glimpsed the piece of the
puzzle he had been missing.

After that the lunch proceeded pleasantly and Bob asked lots of questions
about Grady's movie, his promotional trips with Mario, how the house was
going, whether there were any security problems.  The boys in turn prodded
Bob for information about Pablo as they all knew something was afoot so Bob
replied with the same candor as before.

"OK, I might as well tell you because Darius knows, which means it's
probably all over the grapevine.  Pablo, as you know, is real grown up now
and yesterday he proved it by fucking Randy first and then me.  But we got
our own back this morning when he came into our room and we spit-roasted
him – Randy in front and me behind.  There, does that satisfy you?"

Even Tommy joined in the laughter this time.  The boys all loved Bob, his
confidence and openness and spectacular good looks.  They were also a bit
envious of Danny and hoped that their turn would come someday soon.

Danny, the master pastry chef, treated them to one of his special desserts
and the party broke up.  Bob pushed away from the table and said, "Well, I
gotta get going ... work to do.  Steve and Lloyd are coming for dinner with
Randy and me tonight.  And I know you guys have a bunch of stuff to do
getting ready for the return of Grady and Mario."  He stood up and squeezed
Danny's shoulder.  "Don't forget what I told you, kiddo.  You're the boss."

They all went out with him, he got into his Mercedes and drove off with a
wave, the quintessential alpha male, gorgeous and loved by all.  Tommy
turned to Danny and said, "OK, dude, you and me better get started.  Just
us – we don't need any help."

"Oh no," Danny said firmly.  "Brian is as much a part of this house as
anyone, and Brandon keeps an eye on the budget, so they come with us.
Tommy inhaled sharply and flashed a steely look, but he had heard what Bob
said about Danny being the boss and he knew better than to go against Bob.

So they all trooped into the house to set about making arrangements, though
Brian and Brandon wheeling their chairs behind the others looked at each
other with raised eyebrows.  They sensed a heaviness in the air as when
black clouds gather just before a storm breaks.

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

All four of them sat round the dining room table and Danny and Tommy made
suggestions and took notes.  Danny began, "I think we should do this on a
Sunday, maybe a Sunday brunch out by the pool and show the movie in the
screening room right afterwards."

"I disagree," Tommy retorted.  "We should do a dinner in here and then the
screening when they're all liquored up.  Much more festive."  The boys
looked surprised and Brandon had the feeling that Tommy was not so much
opposing Danny's idea as opposing Danny himself ... a kind of
one-upmanship.

Brian cleared his throat and spoke up nervously in Danny's defense.  "Er, I
don't think the dining room is big enough.  I mean there'll be about two
dozen guys and ..."

"A minor detail," Tommy cut Brian off abruptly.  "Experienced party
planners know how to accommodate a big crowd in a small space.  You're out
of your depth here, kid."

Angry at the putdown of Brian, Danny defended him.  "I think Brian's right.
Besides, outdoors is a lot more fun, more casual.  It'll be hot and sunny
and the guys can swim if they want to ..."

And that's how it went, back and forth between Danny and Tommy, and Brandon
frowned as he watched the increasing rivalry, a territorial contest,
jealousy or whatever it was.  Again he had that feeling he had shared with
Bob that there's was something else going on under the surface to explain
the tension between them.

Danny said, "Maybe if it's that casual a buffet brunch would be best where
guys can eat when they like and serve themselves."

"Dude, this is a big event," Tommy said sarcastically.  "Formal is better
– dinner then the movie."

Brian plucked up his courage and chimed in again.  "Problem with that is,
if the movie comes last, after dinner, the party will break up when it's
over and they'll all go home.  The fun part should be after the movie when
everyone kicks back and talks about it – you know, favorite parts,
joking around – all that stuff.  Least, that's what we boys always do
after a movie."

"Yeah," Tommy sneered, "well I don't think we're interested in what the
junior kids do.  We're talking adult men here and I happen to know what men
prefer."

"But if we screen it in the afternoon the guys could even stick around for
dinner and ..."

"Look, kid, just keep quiet will you, and leave it to a professional?
Haven't you got work to do somewhere else?"

Tears came to Brian's eyes and he looked at Brandon.  "I think we should
leave, dude."  He pushed his wheelchair back from the table but Danny stood
up, his eyes blazing.  "Stay right where you are, Brian.  If anyone leaves
the room it's sure as hell not gonna be you.  Tommy, you care to step
outside so we can settle this?"

They both left the room as Brandon put his hand on Brian's.  "Don't worry,
dude, that wasn't directed at you.  Tommy's been needling Danny ever since
he got here and he had a go at you just because you're Danny's assistant.
But Danny won't stand for that.  Better just let them sort it out between
themselves.

And that's just what they were about to do out in the garden.  "Look, man,"
Danny said, "you were way out of line in there.  That boy is a great, loyal
and hard-working kid and my friend, so while you're in this house you'll
respect him.  Whatever it is you got against me, don't take it out on him,
and that's an order.  I'm the boss around here."

"Oh yeah, right," Tommy sneered, "you're the boss `cos Bob said you are, I
heard him.  Guess you're feeling real stoked just because you forced
yourself on him and he sucked your dick."

"Fuck you, man, you're just jealous `cos ... what is it ... you wanted Bob
to suck your dick?  No," his eyes gleamed, "I know what it is ... you
wanted to suck my dick, that's it ain't it?  Golden Boy Tommy ain't getting
any at home so he came over here to suck my dick."  Danny prodded him in
the chest taunting him.  "The big hot gymnast wants to suck my dick, wants
to suck my dick ..."

As Tommy stepped back from the prodding finger he tripped on a stone and
fell backward on the grass.  Instantly they were both rolling over the
ground trading blows, the handsome young chef in shorts and T-shirt and the
blond gymnast in tight black pants and white dress shirt.

But Danny had an advantage.  Like most of the boys he had been taught by
Randy how to protect himself, while Tommy had been content just to flaunt
his ripped athletic body.  So pretty soon Danny was on top, pinning Tommy
to the ground and yelling breathlessly, "I don't care what you say to me,
asshole, but Brian is off limits and you are gonna apologize to that boy."

Tommy struggled but Danny held him prisoner.  The stalemate was broken by,
of all people, Brian.  He and Brandon had heard the commotion and had come
outside to watch in horror as the two rivals fought.

"Stop!" Brian yelled, all his former shyness gone.  "This is not right.
Please stop, guys.  We're s'posed to be working for Grady and Mario who pay
our wages and love us.  They trust us to do a good job for them and here
you are fighting over whatever you two got going on.  This is not about you
two, but about those guys who are out there busting their butts to make the
movie a success.  If you'd rather fight than work, you can leave the
planning to me and Brandon."

That was a long speech for Brian and he suddenly stopped, gulped and
blushed.  Danny was the first to react.  He crawled over to him, hugged him
and whispered, "I love you dude."  Then he stood up and said, "Brian's
right.  Grady and Mario would be ashamed of us and we should be ashamed of
ourselves.  Tommy?"

There was an expectant pause, then Tommy pulled himself up on his knees in
front of Brian and said, "Brian, I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you.  I
lost my temper, but I didn't mean what I said.  I've always admired you and
I hope we can still work together."

Brian grinned, "So let's do that, dudes.  Let's get back to work and forget
all this bullshit."

Brandon murmured, "Way to go, dude, I'm proud of you."  Danny and Tommy got
to their feet, Danny brushed off his T-shirt and Tommy buttoned up his
dress shirt over his muscular chest.  Then they all went to continue their
meeting, not in the dining room but by the pool, a tacit acknowledgement
that the party would be an afternoon buffet brunch with the movie to
follow.

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

After all that release of tension the discussion proceeded in an orderly
way and eventually they had the rough outlines of the party.  The animosity
between Danny and Tommy had decreased but the other two boys still detected
a strange kind of tension between them – not anger now but something
... hard to tell what it was.  But Brandon had the glimmerings of an idea.

There was still a lot of work to do on all the many details and eventually
they split into pairs, Danny and Tommy making lists of all the supplies
they would need, and Brandon and Brian going off to the office to work up a
preliminary budget.  But Brandon had something more pressing on his mind
and, while Brian watched and listened, Brandon called Bob and put him on
speaker phone.

"So how's it going, kiddo?" Bob asked.  "Have Danny and Tommy murdered each
other yet?"

"Well, not quite, sir, but they did have a bit of a brawl.  But everything
got smoothed over after Brian saved the day with a great cut-the-bullshit
speech.  He's here with me now."

They heard Bob chuckle.  "Good for you, Brian, I'm proud of you.  I always
said you were the voice of reason around there.  So you say peace now
reigns between those two?"

Well, kind of, sir.  And that's really why I'm calling.  See I had one of
those lightbulb moments when the fight was over and Danny and Tommy stood
up and – guess what?"  His voice dropped dramatically.  "They both had
boners in their pants.  Now I know you'll say that could just be the
adrenaline from the fight, just like Randy always gets ..."

"Huh, that stud has a permanent woody, which is what keeps me so busy ..."

"Anyway, sir, it could've been the fight, but I was wondering about
something else ..."

"That missing piece of the puzzle, eh?  You're real smart, kiddo, `cos I
watched them at lunch and came to the same conclusion.  Well, there's one
way to find out, if you guys don't mind forming a little conspiracy with
your old pal Bob.  Listen, Steve and Lloyd are coming to dinner here
tonight, so I'll call now and have a word with Steve.  Here's what I want
you guys to do..."

After Bob hung up Brandon and Brian giggled together.  They loved being in
a conspiracy with Bob, and their chance for action soon came.  When they
rejoined the other two Danny said, "Wow, there's a whole bunch of work
still left to do on this thing.  It could take us late into the evening
including a break for dinner if you guys are up for that."

Brandon nodded enthusiastically.  "Sure.  Actually, Pete's away in San
Diego tonight so, rather than sleep alone, I could stay the night here if
Brian don't mind me bunking in with him."

Brian grinned, "Sure thing dude, provided you don't wanna sleep in any of
the guestrooms.  I just put clean sheets on all the beds for when the guys
get home, so I don't want those rooms messed up."

Just then Tommy's cell phone rang, he looked at the screen and said, "I
gotta take this, it's Steve."  Brandon and Brian grinned at each other –
right on cue, they thought.

"Yes, sir, of course, sir, I understand.  OK, sir, thanks for letting me
know."  Tommy shut off the phone. "Steve and Lloyd are having dinner with
Randy and Bob and they'll be staying the night there.  Steve don't like to
drive when they've been drinking.  The twins will be cooking them breakfast
too so I'm off the hook until noon."

"Perfect Brandon," smiled with a conspiratorial glance at Brian.  "We can
work late and you can stay the night too, Tommy."  Brian frowned
dramatically and Brandon said, "What's the matter, dude?  Oh, right, you
don't want the guest rooms messed up.  We don't wanna make more work for
you – god knows you've got enough to do right now."

Then he brightened.  "Never mind, Tommy could bunk in with you, eh Danny?
You've got that massive California king bed Mario bought for you."

Immediately Danny and Tommy made signs of protest ... "Nah ... not possible
... bad idea ..."  But the logic of Brandon's argument was overwhelming and
it was clear they were protesting too much, so eventually they had to
grudgingly agree.  But they didn't seem happy about it as Danny went back
to the kitchen and Tommy returned to the dining room.

The boys' eyes sparkled and they high-fived each other.  "The plot
thickens," Brian laughed.

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

Danny had been right about the workload.  It took them right through to
near midnight with only a brief break for dinner after which they worked
round the kitchen table.  Throughout it all work took precedence, but even
as they concentrated hard on the task there was still an undercurrent of
tension and apprehension between Danny and Tommy that the other boys picked
up on.

Close to midnight Brandon looked at the clock.  "Shit, is that the time?
Guys, I'm bushed.  I've been reading this same paragraph over and over
again.  I'm done."  Brian agreed, "Me too."

"I think that goes for all of us," Danny said.  "Let's call it quits for
the night.  Thanks for all your help guys.  We made great progress."

Brian and Brandon exchanged knowing smiles and wheeled themselves out of
the kitchen and took the elevator to Brian's room.  In the kitchen Danny
said, "Just let me double check the security panel ... yeah, all systems
go.  Well, shall we?"

As they left the kitchen Danny sighed, "Look, man, I know this is a bit
awkward.  I mean, we're not what you'd call best pals right now.  We work
OK together but, face it, I don't like you much and you don't like me, and
I don't care for the idea of sharing a bed with you any more than you do.
But it's only for one night, so ..."

"Yeah, the feeling's mutual, man, but ... no sweat.  Once this project's
over I'll be gone back to Steve's house and we won't be seeing much of each
other, thank god.  Any contact we have will be strictly business."

They got to Danny's large room with its king-size bed and there was an
uneasy moment before they turned their backs on each other and began to
undress.  They tried not to look at each other but there were so many
mirrors (Randy's doing) that glimpses were unavoidable.

Tommy saw Danny kick off his flip-flops and pull off his T-shirt, exposing
his lithe well-muscled young body.  With his tousled hair and handsome
features he was quite a sight as he pulled back the bed covers.  When he
dropped his shorts and walked round in just his tight white boxer-briefs
stretched over his hard round butt Tommy looked away quickly.

Tommy unbuttoned his shirt, it fell back off his chest and he shrugged it
off.  Steve and Lloyd were always turned on just by watching him strip to
the waist and showing off the ripped, sculpted torso of a gymnast.  It was
not lost on Danny either, who watched him ease off his loafers and pull
down his black pants.  He was wearing black briefs that showed off his
spectacular ice-skater's butt to perfection.

The two men tried not to make eye contact as they went to the bathroom to
brush their teeth.  "There's a brush over there you can use," Danny said
curtly and they stood side by side at the twin sinks looking in the mirror
at themselves but not each other – except for sideways glances.

Then it was bedtime.  Without a word Danny climbed in his usual side and
Tommy got in the other.  With a muffled "'Night" they turned their backs on
each other, clinging to their respective edges of the bed.  It was late and
they were tired after a long day's work and closed their eyes expecting
sleep to come right away.

But it didn't.  In fact sleep wouldn't come at all."

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 355


Hey guys, this is Rob Williams.  I hope that chapter got you off, and I
welcome your comments and suggestions, which can be very helpful in
planning future chapters.  E-mail me in confidence at rw6789@aol.com.

ALSO, I invite you to visit my Web-site www.atrialofstrength.com. You can
read the whole story, all the many chapters, with extras, including
pictures and biographies of all the characters.  Click on the `Our Story'
tab to read the current chapter, or click on the green button to browse all
the chapter synopses.  Enjoy