A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 351 By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Despite his shyness Larry gets physical with his buddy Jamie. The blond surfer grins, "How's that feel, stud, you like it rough, eh? You like your jock buddy pounding your ass." Then the cop Mark and the fireman Jason, hot and horny, vent their lust on each other. Jason stares at the humbled cop, kneeling with jizz running down his face, dripping on his bare chest. "Un-fucking-believable, man ... classic porn."

CHAPTER 351 – "FUCK BUDDIES"

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

Mike had finally brought his new boy Larry home to his house in Palm Springs and Larry was in heaven. "Wow, it's a big house, sir, bigger than I expected. It's gorgeous."

"It's the house that the bar built," Mike chuckled. "You can make a good chunk of change owning a bar for years, if you run it right. Let me show you around."

So Mike gave his boy a tour of his new home, Larry plunged into the pool and then, wet and naked, the boy's thoughts turned to sex. Mike, however, was hesitant, still daunted by their age disparity – a middle-aged man and a boy in his twenties. "See, kid," he admitted, "it's that age difference thing again. I mean, you get a hard-on just looking at a bed ... look at you, you're rock solid right now. Me, I'm lucky if I get a woody even when I beat my meat watching porn."

"That's all bullshit, sir," Larry protested. "You are sexier than you know. That chunky-hunky look turns me on – big shoulders, firm pecs, hairy chest. Larry flexed his naked body seductively and his irrepressible youthful confidence and sexuality banished Mike's performance anxiety.

He wanted Larry so bad that he fucked him, the first time he had fucked a man since his former lover died several years ago. His explosive orgasm was like nothing he had ever felt, a world away from his limp-dick jerkoffs of the last few years. And as Larry looked up at Mike's euphoric face he saw a man rejuvenated, a man who loved him, who was pouring his juice inside him.

After a swim they slumped into chairs at a poolside table laughing like kids and Mike said, "You know what you've done, kid. You've made me feel young again. Shit damn, my dick got hard and stayed hard and I fucked like a jackrabbit. Never thought that would happen again."

The age difference that had been such a stumbling block for Mike, now faded into total insignificance and they turned their thoughts confidently to the future, especially to the immediate future and the excitement of making plans for their weekend visitors.

"You'll be the host too, Larry, so you'll help me get ready for our guests. Should be an interesting weekend, to say the least – a cop and his blond surfer-boy, a fireman and his shy young gypsy. You already know the first two, Mark and Jamie, well, of course, and you worked with young Ben on the construction site. But Jason the fireman you don't know hardly at all."

"No, sir, but the twins showed me the fireman's calendar they keep under the bed like most of the boys do. Jason's on the August page, the hottest page of all by far. They say all the boys keep the calendar open at that page no matter what month it is, and it gets real sticky with jizz.

Mike chuckled. "Yeah, he's a gorgeous man alright, and he knows how to flaunt it too, especially in front of a mirror. I see a lot of narcissistic guys in my bar, leather studs preening like they're god's gift to the world, and it usually puts me off. But with Jason it's fun – he has a great sense of humor, doesn't take any of it real serious. He says, hey, if you've got it flaunt it, and none of the other guys mind ... they get off on it.

"Actually," Mike said, "Mark and Jason know each other real well `cos they're in the same line of work, one being a cop and the other a fireman. There's even a great story of once when they were on a training exercise together and during one of their breaks they went off alone with each other into some distant bushes. In their uniforms they were all hot and sweaty from the training and horny as hell so ... well you do the math, kid."

"Sir, that sounds real hot. Maybe they'll tangle again while they're here and we'll get to watch?"

"Here's hoping, kid," Mike grinned, clinking beer bottles with Larry. "If Jason has his way they will. Like I said, the man loves an audience." He took a swig of beer. "Anything special you're looking forward to, kiddo?"

"Apart from sharing a bed with you, sir, and getting fucked again?" Larry grinned sexily. Then he got more serious. "Well, there is one thing I'm looking forward to, but it scares me a bit. That's getting to know Jamie better. I don't know how that's gonna work, though. `Course, you know about our past when we were running wild as a pair of homeless skinheads. That was a long time ago and I hadn't seen Jamie since, not until I pitched up at the house a week ago.

"See, we had a weird kind of buddy relationship back then. I mean, we stuck together for survival more than anything else, but we used to argue a lot. I was really the wild one, he was more savvy than me. So in a way it wasn't surprising how things turned out after we crashed the house that first time ... Jamie was the one who ended up with Mark and I went back to St. Louis, mostly to protect my mom from my dad."

He paused, unsettled by the memory of those times. "But here's the weird part, sir. Back then Jamie and me used to screw girls sometimes, but I sometimes had the feeling Jamie only did it to impress me. And maybe I was doing the same thing. And now that I know about ... you know, sex and everything ... looking back I wonder if we ... we ..."

"... if you were sexually attracted to each other? Well, could be. But whatever it was, it's something you should clear up with Jamie. You can't have that hanging over you if you two wanna be good buddies from now on. And ... er ... I don't have to tell you again, kiddo. Whatever you wind up doing with Jamie, or any of the others, is fine with me. Just as long as you end up in bed with me, you and that cute ass of yours."

"Thank you, sir. I gotta say, in the last few days Jamie's been real friendly and generous to me – even gave me a bunch of his clothes. But as for the rest ... just have to see what happens."

********************* CHAPTER 351 **********************

Before dinner Mike took Larry to his leather bar to introduce his new boy to his customers, who showered them with effusive congratulations. Mike tended bar for a while to give his relief bartender a break. But the young bar-back had not shown up for work, so Larry eagerly offered to work in the kid's place, picking up beer bottles and keeping the place tidy. Larry grinned, "Might as well start as we mean to go on, sir."

When Mike and Larry headed for home a short while later they stopped in at the grocery store. It had been Larry's suggestion that they go food shopping and eat at home and he even offered to cook dinner. Everything was so new to them that even such a routine task as grocery shopping turned out to be an exploration of their tastes and habits as they made their choices.

When Mike swiped his credit card at the check-out he noticed that Larry shuffled uncomfortably, so on the drive home Mike raised the tricky topic of money. "OK, kid, I know what you're thinking so let's get down to the nitty-gritty here. Face it, I've got money and you don't – for now anyway. So I'm gonna be paying for everything and I don't want that to cause any awkwardness. You're my boy so it's natural. And besides, it gives me a lot of pleasure to do it.

"But you've got to have your independence so one of my goals is to see you settled in a job you enjoy. That'll take a while, but in the meantime I do have one suggestion. I don't wanna insult you here, but I could pay you wages for working as my bar-back, if you don't think that's too much of a comedown."

"Comedown from what, sir?" Larry laughed, his eyes sparkling. "From being homeless and broke on the street without a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of? `Cos that's what I was until I met you, sir. I would love to work for you ... as bar-back at first and maybe working up to serving behind bar. Kinda like partners at work and in life, eh? I don't see that as a comedown at all. And anyway," he grinned, "you and me will always know that after work I get to go home and make love to the boss."

Mike was getting used to Larry confronting issues with the clarity of youth, unclouded by the doubts and worries that Mike felt as he aged. So once again he relaxed beside the boy whose enthusiasm was contagious. Larry's eagerness to cook was tempered, though, by his unfamiliarity with Mike's kitchen, so the two of them worked side by side on the first of many meals they would prepare together. Partners in the kitchen too.

Mike had eaten many a solitary meal in his home and now, as he sat at the dining table facing Larry, listening to his eager voice, he had yet another glimpse of how life would be from now on.

When at last they went to bed they were exhausted after a long, action-filled day starting with Grady's jungle fantasy at the Grady House, then the long drive out to this house where Mike had fucked his sexy new boy, and later introduced him to the rowdy crowd in his bar.

"Sir," Larry said, snuggling up against him in bed, "I wanted to have sex and I've got such a boner, but I'm real tired so do you mind if ..." His long yawn cut off the rest of his sentence.

"Kiddo," Mike smiled, "this is the first night we'll spend in this bed, the first of many, and there are more ways of making love than fucking. One of them is just falling asleep together like this. We'll take care of your boner – mine too – in the morning, OK?"

"It's a deal, sir." Larry sighed deeply. "By the way, did I mention how happy I am sir?" He rested his head on Mike's chest ... "mmm" ... and was asleep in seconds.

As soon as they woke next morning they did indeed take care of their boners as Mike, now released from his former inhibitions of performance anxiety, fucked his boy for the second time. Becoming ever more adventuresome Larry got on all fours facing a big wall mirror and took his master's cock from the rear doggy-style – another first for the pair.

When the climax came Larry reared up on his knees, reached up behind him and wrapped his hand round the back of Mike's neck, using his other hand to pound his cock while Mike ploughed his ass, staring at the mirror over Larry's shoulder.

"You ready, sir?" Larry shouted at the mirror. "Here it comes ... yeaah!" He blasted a massive load that splashed on the mirror just as Mike howled and flooded the boy's ass.

"Shit damn, boy, it gets better and better," Mike said breathlessly.

Larry laughed, "If you give me a minute I can go again, sir."

"Gimme a break, kid. I can't match your stamina ... my clock runs slower than yours. Besides, did you forget we got visitors coming? Did you decide who gets what room?

"Sir, as all four guys are coming together I thought I'd just let them choose. You know, keep it casual. Both rooms are ready except for one thing I gotta do." He jumped off the bed and ran to a shopping bag he had dropped on the floor when they got back from the stores the evening before. He pulled out two jars of lube they had bought and raised them like trophies.

"Ta-da! One for each room. See, when we were at the Grady House Danny told me the golden rule about entertaining guests, which Grady and Mario do a lot up there. He said you gotta ... er ... `anticipate their needs'. Well, you don't have to be a rocket scientist to guess the needs of the cop and his surfer, and the fireman and his hot gypsy boy. They're gonna wanna fuck!"

He ran from the room and placed one jar in each guestroom on the bedside table. Then he came back and said, "Done. Now, breakfast in bed, sir?"

"Thanks kid, but we'll have a quick breakfast in the kitchen. You gotta stop trying to please me all the time. We're both doing it ... what Dr. Steve would call over-compensating. My pleasure is just having you here with me so let's just relax and enjoy each other."

"Okey-dokey, sir, you're the boss," Larry said brightly. Mike was deliberately cooling things down, knowing that this level of excitement couldn't be maintained indefinitely. So they ate a casual breakfast in the kitchen and discussed the imminent arrival of their guests.

"Sir, I'm a bit out of my depth here," Larry confessed, digging into his omelet. "I mean, you say I'm one of the hosts but I ain't never done anything like this before. Tell me what to do, sir."

Mike relished the role of teacher and smiled. "Well the first thing is to be yourself so you don't make guests feel uncomfortable. These are all good buddies so it`ll all be real casual. Even so, the protocol is that you greet the men first, then their boys. After that you do what feels natural. And I'll be right there with you, kiddo."

"But you told me that Mark and Jason are not gonna stick around long at first, is that right?"

"Right. One of the reasons they came out this weekend is that they have to spend a couple of hours out at the Marine Training base at Twentynine Palms in the desert just north of here, to take part in some kind of simulated emergency training. Jason said it'll only take a couple of hours and then they're all ours for the rest of the weekend."

Larry's eyes sparkled. "And like you said, sir, when those guys have been training together they come home all hot and horny, don't they?"

"Larry, guests here get to do whatever the hell they want to. `Course," he grinned, "if that includes getting their rocks off, well, sometimes we get to watch – especially if Jason's involved. Come on, kid, clear away the dishes, they'll be here any minute."

Soon they heard a truck pull up at the gate and Larry's heartbeat quickened. A little over a week ago he had been an angry, bitter intruder in the tribe's compound and now here he was, Uncle Mike's boy, co-hosting four of the guys at his new home. He was nervous that there might still be some smoldering resentment toward him in the guys – even in Jamie, his former skinhead pal from the old days.

But his concerns disappeared when he and Mike went outside and the raucous group piled out of Mark's truck. Mike deliberately held back and watched to see how Larry handled the greeting. Respecting the seniority, as Mike had directed, he went up to Mark first and shook his hand. The gorgeous blond cop could often be intimidating, but now Mark flashed a gleaming smile as Larry said, "Welcome to the desert, sir – and you too, sir," gripping the hand of Jason, the fireman he knew best from his shirtless picture in the fireman's calendar.

While the men went over to greet Mike, Larry grinned at Jamie and Ben with a tentative shrug. "Well, dudes, here I am ... what d'ya think?"

"Right where you belong, buddy," Jamie smiled and took him into a prolonged hug. Then Larry turned to Ben. "What about you, dude. Do you approve?"

Ben was less familiar with Mike's house than the others and said, "Wow, this place is great. Don't I get a hug too?" Larry wrapped his arms round him. "Sure you do, kiddo. Ya know, I'm a bit in awe of you, dude ... you being Randy's kid brother and Jason's boy."

"Of me?" Ben blushed shyly, "but I'm only ..."

"You're not only anything, Ben," Jamie said, ruffling his hair. "You're a respected member of the tribe, a younger version of your big brother, and everyone has the hots for the sexy young gypsy boy." Larry was getting familiar with the tribe's hierarchy and realized that Jamie, as one of the senior boys, was being protective of the shy junior boy. Jamie grinned at Larry, "So, dude, how are things going with Uncle Mike?"

"Guys, it's awesome," Larry beamed. "At first Mike still had that hang-up about our age difference and all, but once he got over that ... guess what. He fucked me ... and again this morning when we woke up."

"Way to go, stud," Jamie laughed. "I've seen that way he looks at you, dude, and fucking night and morning is always a good sign."

Ben chimed in, "I know just how it feels, Larry. Jason always fucks me when he gets home from work – sometimes still wearing his uniform – and again in the morning. Can you imagine ... that hunk from the calendar page that everyone jerks off over, and I'm his boy?!"

"Of course you are, Ben," Jamie said. "Jason's crazy about you, anyone can see that."

They all went inside and Larry said to Mark and Jason, "Sirs, as you know, the guest rooms are down the hall and we thought you would like to pick your own." It was the work of a few seconds for the men to choose their room and Mike said quietly to Larry, "Always best to leave them alone to get settled in. What do you think they're doing in there right now?"

"Hugging their boys, sir? If it was you and me we'd be hugging wouldn't we?"

"We sure would, kiddo," Mike chuckled. "Good call."

And he was right. Mark was holding Jamie in his arms and said, "What I really wanna do right now, of course, is fuck my gorgeous surfer boy. But Jason and I have to get out to the Marine base right away. In the meantime I want you to spend time with Larry. He's feeling his way right now and could use a good buddy his own age. I imagine, with your history, you two have a lot to talk out but, from the way he always looks at you I'd say you'll both do just fine."

Jamie had brought their bags in and Mark proceeded to change out of his casual clothes into his cop uniform. Jamie always thought that watching Mark get dressed in his uniform was almost as sexy as watching him take it off.

And next door Ben was equally mesmerized gazing at Jason stripping naked and then getting into his fireman uniform. "Sir," he said, with that gypsy shyness that turned Jason on so much, "I get such a huge boner watching you get dressed."

"Good," Jason smiled, his vanity tweaked, "well you just keep it hard, kiddo, and I'll take care of it when I get home this afternoon. And while I'm gone I want you to get to know Uncle Mike better. You haven't spent a lot of time with him in the past but he's a great guy and I think it would do you being with a mature guy like him. Make a change from your vain fireman, eh kid?"

"Oh but I love that about you, sir. I love everything about you."

"Yeah, well hold that thought, kiddo, and that boner. Back in a couple of hours."

Mike and the three boys watched as the unformed cop and fireman swung themselves up into Mark's truck and drove off headed to the Marine Base. "Damn," Mike chuckled, "two of the most gorgeous fucking men you'll ever see. When they get out to the base and those young Marines get a look at them I guarantee there'll be a whole bunch of dicks in those fatigue pants ... not that the soldiers would ever admit it.

They went back inside and Mike cast an experienced eye over the three boys – the confident senior boy, the not so confident new boy, and the shy junior. Ben was looking a tad uneasy now that Jason had gone and he was left alone with the two older boys. Mike even noticed a certain restlessness between the other two. And he had just the solution.

While Jamie and Larry sat in the garden Mike took Ben into the kitchen. "Hey, Ben," he said with a conspiratorial wink, "I could really use your help on something."

"Really, sir?" Ben said in wide-eyed surprise that an experienced older man like Mike would need his help of all people.

"See, I want to buy Larry a present. He only has the few clothes Jamie kindly gave him so I want to get him some of his own as a surprise. I thought I would go out to that great big outlet mall that you passed in Cabazon on the 10 Freeway. It's only half an hour from here and all the big-name stores have outlets there where everything's marked down.

"There's a huge choice of stuff, and that's where I'm lost and need your help. See, I have no idea what young guys these days are wearing, what they find cool, which stores are cool. And that's where you come in."

"Oh, no problem there, sir. Me and Eddie and Brandon talk about it all the time – you know, the latest fads, what's trending and what's not. You can easily make a mistake buying clothes for a guy, and you want Larry to be trendy, don't you?"

"Well yeah. Mind you, I don't think Larry cares much about that, but if I give him something that's my old-fogey taste it'll just show up our age difference. So I was wondering if you'll come with me and give me your advice."

"Sure, sir," Ben beamed, "I can help you with that." He was proud that Mike would value his opinion on something and include him in his little conspiracy. He added with an impish smile, "And, sir, aren't those outlet stores right next door to those massive concrete dinosaurs you can see from the freeway?"

"Sure ... you mean the Cabazon Dinosaurs. They're fun. You can go inside them and slide down the tail of one of them. Would you like me to take your there after we've done shopping?"

"Yes please, sir."

"Terrific, it's a deal then." They went outside and Mike said, "Hey you two. Ben and me are going out for a couple of hours. We'll be back before the guys get back. Think you can hold the fort `til then?"

"If holding the fort means lazing in the sun by the pool," Jamie laughed, "sure I think we can handle that, Uncle Mike."

Larry grinned, "Take care of Mike, Ben. He can get pretty wild so don't let him get out of hand."

"Asshole," Mike laughed. "What have I told you about that mouth of yours?"

"You mean this one, sir? It's all yours." Larry opened his mouth wide and jerked his thumb in and out."

"Be careful what you wish for kiddo."

They drove off with Ben sitting proudly beside the older man, and Jamie and Larry found themselves alone on the house for the next couple of hours. It was the first time they had spent time together for more than a few minutes ... and they weren't sure what to do with it. There was an initial nervousness between them.

After their chequered past and Larry's recent angry invasion of the tribe's house they were now, in some sense, suddenly on an equal footing. Each of them was the boy of a man respected by the tribe, with Jamie comfortably installed with Mark in their large apartment at the tribe's compound and Larry in this large house in Palm Springs.

Relationships between young men often involve a delicate balance, with an innate male rivalry below the surface staking out territorial claims. Larry instinctively avoided flaunting his sudden accession to this new privileged lifestyle and Jamie was unsure how to address the subject.

So they took refuge in superficial pleasures and Jamie said, "Wanna go for a swim, dude?" Larry shrugged, "Sure. I see you're already wearing your swim trunks as usual."

"Yeah, it's kind of a uniform for me. I'm always in my board shorts `cos I never know when I'll want to drop everything and head out to the beach with my surfboard and spend a couple hours in the waves. "

After this piece of awkward banter they pulled off their T-shirts, glanced at each other's bare chest and reflexively averted their eyes. Larry blushed a little, saying, "You sure have a great physique dude. Where's it come from, the gym or surfing?"

"Bit of both, actually. Mark works me out hard in the gym at home, and paddling out on my surfboard does wonders for the arms and shoulders. But hey, Larry, those workouts you had with Randy are already showing results. Bit more of that and you'll catch up with the rest of us."

Jamie winced inwardly, sensing that his words sounded patronizing. Larry tried to suppress the same feeling as he stood in his boxer shorts, still insecure about his previously scrawny look. They grinned at each other nervously and took refuge in the pool, diving in together.

When they surfaced they were face to face inches apart, and they broke away blushing and began to swim lengths. But even here their performance was a contrast between the powerful swimmer Jamie and the less stylish Larry and they were both aware of it. Inwardly cursing their awkwardness Jamie slowed down and, trying to ease the tension, splashed Larry playfully.

It worked, as their youthful sense of fun kicked in and Larry laughed, "Fuck you, dude," and scooped handfuls of water over him. Soon they were roughhousing like any two young buddies, wrestling and pushing each other under. What Larry lacked in musculature he made up for in raw energy and at one point he had Jamie pressed against the side of the pool, their bodies grinding against each other.

Jamie pushed away from the wall and they were rolling in the water holding each other tight. Eventually Larry laughed, "OK, truce, truce." They broke apart and grinned at each other, water streaming down their faces. They would have got out of the pool but for one thing ... they both had erections in their shorts, so they walked around in waist deep water not making eye contact.

"Hey, you wanna beer?" Larry said. Without waiting for a reply he turned his back to Jamie, pulled himself out of the pool and ran indoors to the kitchen. "Fuck, fuck," he said to himself as he pulled a six-pack from the fridge. When he got back Jamie was out of the pool lying face down on a towel on the grass. Larry pulled a towel from a chaise, laid it beside Jamie and stretched out on it on his stomach.

Propped up on their elbows drinking beer they were more relaxed now after the embarrassment of their boners and felt freer to talk. "So, dude," Jamie said, "you seem to be real happy here with Mike."

"Yeah, so happy it scares me. I'm scared it'll all go away. I mean, Mike says we'll have our ups and downs like anyone, but I wish I could fast-forward to being like you and Mark ... real solid."

"But we had our problems in the past. We almost broke up when Mark caught me in the dunes with some squirly surfer dudes doing crystal meth. Him being a cop and all he's seen what drugs can do and he got so mad he was gonna throw me out. He had given me a tattoo once to prove he loved me, but he took me back to the place to have it removed. But I ran away.

"I was desperate but I think Bob got on Mark's case and told him he was over-reacting. Anyway, he came and found me and we made love – big time. And ever since then things have been great."

Larry took a swig of beer, then said, "Do you ever think of those days when we were running wild, smoking weed, fucking girls?"

"Not much," Jamie said. "I prefer not to think of those times ... they're buried in the past."

Larry sighed, "I remember them, though. I was crazy back then but not you. D'you know I always looked up to you? I missed you after I went back to St. Louis – that's why when I ran away from home I naturally came out here to find you. Oh I know we used to fight a lot in them days but I think I always lov ... liked you a lot ... even when I was fucking girls."

The conversation had drifted into dangerous territory and they both turned over on their backs, closed their eyes and turned their faces to the sun. "Me too actually," Jamie said suddenly. "I think I always wanted to take care of you in a way. And sometimes I even ..."

Thin ice again, so there was silence for a while. "Dude," Larry said, "those nights when we slept in the fields and it was so cold we held on tight to each other for warmth. Did you ... I mean did you ever ... like, get a hard-on?"

"I don't remember," said Jamie brusquely, defensively. But then as he lay beside his friend, knowing his words had just hurt him, he softened and told the truth. "Yeah, well, I guess ... I guess maybe I did sometimes."

It was as if they had come to a high fence and couldn't go any further, a fence they couldn't climb over. So they lay in the sun, eyes closed, trying to blot out the memories, then giving up and trying to remember everything – the feelings they had hidden from each other and themselves back in those confusing days.

Jamie stirred a little, his hand brushed against Larry's on the ground and he jerked it away. A pause, then he moved his hand again and closed it over Larry's."

"Thanks, Jamie," said Larry simply.

They stayed that way for a long time without speaking. Then Jamie said, "Things have changed a lot since those days, eh Larry? I mean, look at Mark and me, and you and Mike. Guess we always had it in us even back then when we fucked girls and pretended to like it."

"You too, uh?" Larry grinned. "You know, there's something I just remembered ... must have buried the memory all these years. A couple of times when you were gone looking for food or something I'd lay in the grass on my own thinking about you and ... and I guess I was kinda horny `cos I ... I grabbed my cock and rubbed one out. I spilled my load on the ground, then threw earth over my jizz so you wouldn't see it."

"Me too, dude ... I jerked off a couple a times."

They let that just hang there. They had climbed the fence.

Larry turned his face to look at Jamie. "Dude, sometimes I would wake up and watch you sleep. Couple a times I almost kissed you but I didn't `cos I was afraid you'd wake up and slug me."

Jamie turned to him and smiled. "You wanna do it now, buddy?"

They leaned closer and their lips met, hesitantly at first, but then building into an open-mouthed, tongue-searching, churning kiss. Their passion increased until Jamie pulled back breathlessly and said, "Dude, we really are a prize pair of dickwads. What are we doing, tiptoeing around this like a couple of ballerinas? Come the fuck here, man."

Jamie rolled on top of Larry, they kissed again and their bodies ground together – chests, abs and rock-hard bulges rubbing against each other. "Jamie, Jamie, you know what I want?"

"What do you want, kiddo?"

"I want you to fuck me, dude. Maybe I always wanted that, I dunno, but I sure do now."

Jamie jumped to his feet, dropped his swim trunks and yanked Larry's shorts off. With both of them naked Jamie smiled down at Larry who pulled his legs back as he had yesterday for Mike. Jamie dropped to his knees behind him and said, "Can you take it with just spit?"

"From you, dude, sure."

Jamie spat in his palm and lathered his cock, then pushed two wet fingers into Larry's ass and grinned, "Best buddies, dude? And to hell with the past?"

"You bet, stud ... show me how a surfer jock's big dick feels in my ass." Jamie pushed his cock between Larry's ass-cheeks and felt it slide easily inside him. He was gentle and Larry flinched a couple of times but when the long rod came to rest deep inside him he relaxed and gazed up at him. "Fuck me Jamie. I want it real bad ... Man you feel great inside me."

As Jamie began a long, slow fuck Larry reached up and ran his hands over the bronzed flesh of the surfer's muscled chest. "You are so fucking gorgeous, dude. I always wanted to tell you that but I was scared, and a bit envious, I guess."

"Not anymore, dude," Jamie grinned. "Man, you have a hot ass. Dammit, we lost so much time with our stupid macho acts. Lot of ground to make up, buddy. Let's fuck!"

Jamie's jaw clenched, his eyes flashed and he fell forward and braced his hands on the ground on either side of Larry's head. He quickened the pace of his piston driving in and out, urged on by Larry raising his ass to feel the full impact. "You OK, dude?" Jamie asked. "You like it like this ... you want it hard?"

"Oh, man, I always knew you would fuck like this. You were always so tough, such a fucking stud. Yeah I want it hard man. Show me what you got, surfer boy."

And so Jamie piled on the pressure, his pile-driver ramming deep in his buddy's hole. Larry was blown away, digging his fingers into the pecs of the young blond jock pounding his ass, his tousled blond hair falling over his suntanned face.

Mike's fuck had been gentle, careful, but this was more like Randy when he fucked him at the end of their gym workouts. Randy fucked like the boss of the tribe, but this was Jamie, his equal, a young guy he had lived with when they shared a rough life running wild and who, Larry knew now, he had always secretly loved and lusted after. It was all so clear now ... this is what he had always wanted from Jamie, but had stupidly denied it.

And, boy, he wanted it now. "Fuck me, man," he yelled, "fuck that ass ... yeah, shove that rod in deep, buddy."

"You asked for it, dude," Jamie grinned. "Make up for lost time, eh?" The fuck was wild as Jamie went to town on his friend's ass, pinning his arms to the ground now, at the mercy of the pole ramrodding his ass. He pulled back, yanked his dick out, then threw Larry over on his stomach and plunged in again, pressing down on the small of his back and hammering his captive ass.

Jamie slapped the ass cheeks, leaving red marks on the shite flesh, and took pleasure in his buddy's howls of pain and ecstasy. Soon they were writhing on the ground, Larry on his side pushing his ass back to feel the full length of Jamie's rod deep inside him. "How's that feel, stud, you like it rough, eh? You like the pain, don't you? You like it when your buddy hurts you, eh? OK, here it comes, dude."

From behind Jamie reached his arms round Larry's chest and squeezed his nipples, rolling them in his fingers, digging his nails into them while his cock pounded relentlessly. "Aaaagh!" Larry howled. "Yeah, do it, man ... shit that feels great." The pain in his ass and tits sent flashes of ecstasy radiating through his body and he knew his surging climax was close. "Let me look at you, dude. You're so fucking gorgeous I wanna watch while you cum in my ass."

Jamie pulled out and turned Larry over on his back. He hooked his legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, his hands braced on the ground again. Whenever Mark made love to Jamie he teased him, making him crave for more, and that's what Jamie did now to his friend shuddering beneath him.

He pressed the head of his dick against Larry's hole and his tanned face broke into a taunting smile. "You want it real bad, don't you, dude? You wanna feel my jizz in your ass, don't you?"

"You know I do, man. Come on ..." He reached up, grabbed Jamie's waist and tried to pull him forward into his ass, but Jamie resisted. His eyes brimming with tears Larry gazed pleadingly up at the muscular blond jock, and he had never wanted anything as much as he wanted to feel his cock in his ass. Please, man ..."

With one hand he stroked his cock and reached up with the other to squeeze Jamie's nipple. "Please, buddy, I'm so close ... I need your juice in my ass, man. You want me to beg? OK, I'm begging for your cock. I love you, buddy. Fuck me ..."

Jamie flashed a smile. "Well you only had to ask, dude. I mean, what's a buddy for? Here it comes ... now!"

With one last thrust Jamie drove his shaft savagely into his buddy's hot ass, hard and deep. Larry's eyes opened wide, he pounded his cock and screamed, "Fuck ... yeah ... oh fuck ... fuck ... fuuuck!" His cock erupted over his chest, spurting cum up to his neck and face as he felt the surfer's rod explode deep in his ass, flooding it with warm juice that oozed out of his butt and ran down his ass cheeks.

His chest heaving Jamie grinned down at Larry. "Man, that had been building for years."

"It wasn't just a one-off though, was it Jamie?"

"Hell no, from now on we're fuck buddies as well as friends, dude. Only next time you're on top."

They burst out laughing, got up and dived in the pool. Soon Larry said, "Jamie, I gotta get some more sun ... all you guys have such great tans." They pulled themselves out and Larry threw himself down on his towel butt naked. But Jamie said, "No wait a minute." He ran into the house and came back with two pairs of speedos.

He tossed one to Larry and said, "Here put this on. Something that always turns Mark on about me is the tan lines above and below my ass. He loves the white globes of my ass. You gotta have a tan-line dude, it's real sexy.

And so the two friends, new fuck buddies, lay shoulder to shoulder on their backs in speedos under the warm sun and closed their eyes. In a few minutes, elated but tired, they dozed off.

They were still asleep when a truck drew up and Mike and Ben came in clutching shopping bags from the outlet stores. They stowed them in Larry's room and went out to check on the guys.

Mike had figured that leaving Jamie and Larry alone together would help them work through some of their issues and now, as he stood looking down at them with Ben, he saw that his plan had worked better than he could have expected. There was an unmistakable aroma of semen in the air and, judging from their closeness, their shoulders and hands touching, it was pretty obvious what they had been doing.

Ben, innocent as ever, said, "Sir, do you think they fucked?"

"You bet we did ..." The voice came from Jamie whose eyes flashed open in a smile. He turned and kissed Larry which woke him up. They pulled themselves to their feet and put their shorts on over their speedos, Jamie grinning broadly, Larry blushing a little. Jamie ruffled Ben's gypsy-black hair and asked, "Did you have a good time, kiddo?"

"Dude, it was awesome. Uncle Mike took me to the dinosaurs, you know those great big things you see from the freeway. We went inside one of them and I got to slide down the tail of the other one. They're huge – kinda scary in a way ... I mean if they was alive or something," Ben grinned with childlike enthusiasm. "That was after we went shopping at the outlets."

Talking of which," Mike said, "come with me Larry. Got something to show you."

Jamie put his arm round Ben. "And you, Ben, are gonna sit here and tell me all about how you rode the dinosaur. I've often seen those things from the freeway at 70 miles an hour, and often wondered what they were like close up."

As Jamie sat affectionately with the young gypsy kid Larry followed Mike into the house. "So," Mike said, "seems like you and Jamie had a good time too. You fuck-buddies now?"

In truth Mike's old insecurity had surfaced again on seeing Larry with the handsome young jock and he imagined the kind of lusty sex his boy had with a hot guy his own age. He tried not to betray his concerns in his voice but Larry picked up on them and intuitively sensed what Mike was feeling.

"Sir," Larry said, simple and direct as usual. "Jamie and me talked and put those bad years behind us. Turns out we both kinda lusted for each other back then but denied it, so now we made up for that and fucked, and it was great sex. Jamie fucked me and next time I'll fuck him, so, yeah, I guess you could say we're fuck buddies. But sir, you said before that you were OK with that and even encouraged it. And I know Mark is cool with Jamie fucking other boys in the tribe. But if you don't like it, sir, I'll never do it again ..."

"Nah, nah, kiddo, you're dead right, I did encourage it. Like I said, you gotta have sex with guys your own age and I'm glad it was with Jamie – such a great kid. This is just the insecurities of an older man who's still scared of loving a hot young guy like yourself."

"So we're OK, sir? I mean, I'm still your boy and we're still gonna sleep together and make love tonight and every night? See, like I said about the other guys I fucked with, I love Jamie and he's a great fuck, but I'm in love with you, sir, and I don't want anything to get in the way of that."

"And it won't, kiddo. Hey come into your room and see what I got you. Larry's eyes opened wide when he saw the bags on the floor of his room. "Wow," he said over and over as he pulled out shirts, T-shirts, shorts, jeans, all from the best stores. "Sir, these are amazing. Must have set you back a shitload of bucks."

"Nah, don't be fooled by the labels cos they were all from the top stores' outlets that have big discounts. And I took Ben with me cos he knows what young guys are wearing now and he helped me choose the cool stuff. Gotta have my boy looking cool. Think of it as a welcome home present. I enjoy buying you stuff, kid."

Larry frowned slightly. "Sir, they're amazing clothes and I'm real grateful but, sir ... you don't have to buy me things so I'll keep loving you. I would love you if I didn't have a pot to piss in ..."

"... or a window to throw it out of," Mike laughed. "I know you would, Larry, and that's not why I got you all this stuff." They looked at each other and smiled. "Hell, we're a fine pair of lovers, ain't we kid? Still walking on eggshells, feeling our way with each other. Man, we've got a lot of ground to cover ... we gotta learn to get over ourselves and relax, boy. We love each other ... that's all there is to it. Come here ..."

He held out his arms and Larry fell into them. They hugged, kissed, and both felt their dicks getting hard. Mike pulled away and held Larry at arm's length. "Any other time I would do what comes naturally, boy – throw you on that bed and make love to you. But we got guests outside and Mark and Jason will be back soon. So how about you help me fix some grub – sandwiches and stuff to go with the beer, and take it outside?"

"Sounds like a plan, sir," Larry grinned. "Let's do it ... partner."

They set up a table in an especially attractive part of the spacious grounds, with a clear view of a kind of tree-shaded grotto that was a favorite spot of many of the men who came here. On the table was a selection of sandwiches, hotdogs, pretzels and plenty of beer to wash it down.

Mike and the three boys were making the most of the food and beer when they heard Mark's truck pull up outside. They waited in anticipation of the appearance of the cop and the fireman. They all knew that when the two men had previously attended a joint inter-agency training exercise together, all the macho, alpha-male action involving uniformed firefighters, cops and military, pumped not only their muscles and male egos but also their libidos.

As Mike had told Larry, the men had even once gone off together during a break to a quiet place and unloaded their sweaty lust on each other. Their uniforms had already been streaked with dirt from the exercise, so it made no difference then when Mark and Jason had rolled in the dirt, unzipped their pants and the cop had driven his rigid shaft into the fireman's ass – or vice-versa.

Hence the eager anticipation of the boys, wondering if the men would be equally supercharged on this occasion. But at first they were frustrated that, after hearing the truck doors slam, the men had not appeared through the gate.

Imaginations worked overtime ... they had been too horny to make it to a bedroom and were doing it in the truck, or on the flatbed, or on the ground behind it. Or, they had been groping each other on the drive back and as soon as they stopped outside had kissed and creamed their uniform pants. Or, as soon as they pulled up outside they had yanked each other's cocks out of their pants and jerked each other off.

Any of these wild fantasies would have been a major disappointment to Mike and the boys, cheated of the spectacle of two gorgeous uniformed muscle-gods getting it on. But they needn't have worried. After a few minutes a rarely used side gate toward the rear of the garden opened and the men came in.

They had obviously left the Marine base as soon as the maneuvers ended as they were still in their dusty uniforms – Mark in his black shirt and black pants tucked into high motorcycle boots, Jason in heavy boots and bulky yellow fireproof pants held up by wide red suspenders stretched up over his shoulders, over his sweat-soaked dark blue T-shirt.

But why the side gate? Why the stealth? Obviously one part of the boys' fertile imagination had been right – the men were so stoked that their lust was urgent. "Thank god," Jamie hissed. "At least they waited `til they came in before getting their rocks off, but where are they gonna do it?"

The obvious answer was the tree lined grotto where a lot of sex had happened on previous visits. But as the men headed in that direction they spotted the boys sitting in full view and Mark hesitated. He was about to change direction when Jason grabbed his arm and said, "Come on man. Who cares if they watch?"

"Narcissist," Mark grinned. "Always the exhibitionist. OK, whatever, I'm so fucking horny and you look so damn hot I'll do it anywhere."

He grabbed Jason behind the neck and propelled him to the clearing where he shoved him back against a tree, fell against him and, with his hand now round his throat, clamped his mouth against his with a guttural moan. Their chests pressed together and their crotches ground against each other, feeling each other's bulge even through their thick pants.

"Oh shit," Larry moaned, gazing at the handsome blond hunks in uniform, working out their lust on each other. He grabbed the bulge in his shorts but Jamie said, "Don't cum, buddy, no yet. There's a ways to go still."

The men had pulled apart and Jason reached forward and yanked open the buttons of the cop's shirt that then hung open over the white T-shirt underneath. Mark yanked off his black shirt and tossed it aside, then pushed Jason's suspenders off his shoulders so they hung down loose from his waist.

Breathing heavily the two men gazed at each other hungrily, the fire sergeant with his sweaty dark blue T-shirt clinging to his muscular torso, the police officer stripped down to his white T-shirt stretched over his pecs and abs and tucked into the slim waist of his uniform pants whose wide black belt was hung with nightstick, handcuffs, and other tools of his trade.

"Shit damn," Mark groaned, "you look so fucking hot, stud. "Come on, let me see that body. Show it off for me, sergeant, let's see what you got."

Jason grinned, reached behind his neck and slowly pulled off his shirt, revealing first his tight waist, his washboard abs, then the slabs of his pecs. It came off over his head and he flung the sweaty shirt at Mark, then he pulled the red suspenders back up over his shoulders and bare chest. He stood stripped to the waist flexing his torso under the suspenders, a picture of homoerotic male vanity.

"Damn you, man," Mark said, "such a fucking showoff. Well take a look at this, big guy." Mark pulled off his T-shirt and Jason inhaled sharply as he stared in awe at the shirtless cop's flawless physique. It naturally became a competition, a pose-off as they raised their arms and struck bodybuilder poses, their eyes fixed on each other, muscular bodies gleaming in the dappled light of the sun streaming through the leaves above them.

By now Mike and the three boys had all pulled their dicks out of their shorts and were stroking them carefully, stopping whenever they were on the brink of orgasm. They were watching a pornographic fantasy, the fireman and the cop, hot and sweaty after their training, their lust raging as they challenged each other for physical and sexual dominance. Jamie gripped Ben's hand, a gesture of solidarity as both their masters competed like two rival stallions pawing the ground before a contest for supremacy.

They locked eyes as they quit posing, reached out and explored with their hands each other's chest, abs and face, paying homage to their equal in male beauty. They fingered each other's nipples and squeezed them in a test of endurance. It was a sexual act and, as they gazed into each other's eyes and tortured each other's tits, Jason groaned, "I want it, man. I wanted it all day every time I watched you at the base sweating in the sun. You know what I want, stud."

"Yeah, I know." Mark acted quickly. He again pushed the suspenders off Jason's shoulders, then turned him round face-first against the tree. In a matter of seconds he unhooked the handcuffs from his belt, pulled Jason's arms round the tree and cuffed his wrists. Then he yanked the fireman's pants down below his ass and unzipped his own pants. He pulled out his long shaft, spat on it and pressed the head between the globes of the fireman's ass.

"You sure you want this, sergeant?" Mark growled.

"Yeah, fuck me, officer. Shove that dick in my ass. "Aaaagh!" Jason screamed as the cop took him at his word and drove his cock deep inside him, the start of a long, ferocious butt-fuck.

The four spectators were spellbound by the spectacle of the muscular young fire sergeant, pants pulled down below his ass, handcuffed to the tree, writhing and yelling as the shirtless police officer pounded his ass, his rippling muscles gleaming with sweat. So many times the boys had jerked off over the macho, bare-chested fireman in the calendar, and now that same homoerotic icon of manhood was the chained captive of a savage cop in sexual humiliation.

"Shit," Larry said to Mike, "I can't take this, sir ... so fucking hot. I gotta cum ... I gotta ..."

"Hold it, kid, wait till the cop unloads in the fireman's ass." They didn't have long to wait. Mark fucked harder and deeper, Jason screamed for more and the tree seemed to shake as the cop pressed his cuffed prisoner against it and ploughed his helpless ass.

The two men had been building up a head of steam all day and it now erupted. "Here it comes, big guy," Mark yelled. "Yeaaah!" His body shuddered as he slammed his cock in deep one last time and poured his hot juice deep inside the fireman's ass.

"Wait ... wait," Mike warned the boys. "It ain't over yet." And he was right. As Mark's body relaxed he pulled his dick out of the shattered ass and removed the handcuffs. Jason turned round, leaned back against the tree breathing heavily... and Mark was stunned to see Jason's huge cock still stiff as a pole. "You didn't cum, man," he said. "You didn't cum."

"Nah," Jason grinned. "I was saving that for you, buddy. You ploughed my ass and now it's your turn. On your knees, cop." Jason pressed his hands on Mark's shoulders with such force that the cop sank to his knees. Jason grabbed a handful of the cop's tangled blond hair and pulled it back so the sculpted face was staring up at him, jaw sagging open.

"Like I said, you're a beautiful man, officer." Jason slapped his cock across the cop's face from side to side and growled. "How's it feel, stud? You reamed my ass good, but now you're gonna pay. You're gonna learn how it feels to get that handsome face fucked when the fireman takes his revenge." Jason jerked his hips forward and drove his rod into the open mouth. The cop choked and tears sprang from his eyes as the cock slammed down his throat, then pulled back and slammed in again.

Ben looked anxiously at Mark's boy Jamie, but Jamie smiled and said, "It's OK, kiddo, they know what they're doing."

Jason clamped his hands on the sides of the cop's head, his fingers in the thick blond hair, so the prisoner on his knees was helpless as the shaft pistoned down his throat. He fucked relentlessly, then pushed the head back off his cock and gazed down at the stunning sight of the handsome, tortured face, tears flowing down his cheeks, spit oozing from his sagging mouth and running down his chin.

"Now that," Jason grinned salaciously, "is fucking pornographic, the hot blond cop getting his gorgeous face fucked by the fireman's cock. Man, you've never looked hotter to me than you do now, and it's gonna make me fill your mouth with the load of jizz I've been saving up for this all day. Here it comes, officer. Drink it and weep."

He drove his rod in again, more ferociously than before and Mark choked, suffocating as he heard Jason yell, "I'm gonna cum ... yeah ... fuck ... fuck ... aaagh!" As the cock exploded in his mouth Mark gagged, thought he would pass out, but then swallowed the fireman's semen streaming down his throat.

The pungent, bitter-sweet taste of sperm overwhelmed him as he swallowed gulp after gulp until at last the cock pulled out and he stared wide-eyed at the head. He waited ... and then another stream of jizz blasted out and splashed into the cop's tortured face. Jason stared down at the humbled, sobbing cop, tears and semen pouring down his face, running from the corners of his mouth over his chin and dripping on his bare chest. "Un-fucking-believable, man," Jason growled. "Classic porn."

The same homoerotic fantasy dazzled the boys and Mike said, "OK guys, let's do it!" Their shouts echoed round the garden and four streams of cum arced high in the air and splashed down on the grass.

Jason reached down under Mark's arms, pulled him to his feet and they fell into an exhausted embrace. "I love you, man," Jason said softly, licking the cum from Mark's face, and they kissed passionately – two alpha males, a cop and a fireman, who had craved each other all day and had finally vented their lust on each other in a raw display of rugged manhood.

Half an hour later the three men and their boys were sitting round the table feeding their other appetites. The food had been replenished, more beer appeared, spirited conversation flowed and raucous laughter filled the air.

Mark and Jason answered eager questions from the boys about the maneuvers at the Marine Base and Mark mentioned, "Hassan was one of the Marines in charge as he's their senior trainer. He has been out there for almost a week getting ready for the operation, but he was finishing up when we left so he should be here soon.

The boys looked surprised and Mike said, "Yeah, a little secret I was keeping from you boys. When I heard Hassan was in charge of the show I invited the musclehunk Marine here for a little rest and relaxation.

"And there's something else too, for you, Larry, that I haven't told you yet. I want you to be independent living here, so all in due time we'll go shopping for a vehicle for you in L.A. Randy has cut a deal with a car dealership there that gives him fleet rates as he buys so many trucks from them.

"In the meantime, Hassan's boy Eddie hasn't been using his old truck ever since Hassan bought him a new one. So," Mike grinned, "even as we speak Eddie us driving it out here for you, Larry. He's been missing Hassan a lot the last week so it should be quite a reunion."

Larry leaned over and hugged Mike. "Thank you, sir. You know, like I said before, all I need is you ... though a truck would be nice too," he grinned.

"So kiddo, looks like we'll be entertaining quite a crowd – a police officer, a firefighter, a Marine and their three lusty boys – a hell of a team. Should be quite an eye-opener for you, kiddo." Larry exchanged excited looks with Jamie and Ben. "Yeah," Mike chuckled, "I can already see the wheels turning in those devious minds of yours. What d'ya say, men? Don't you think they should be thinking up ways to keep their masters entertained?"

"Damn right," Mark grinned at Jamie. "What are boys for?"

"Well, sir," Jamie said, "Ben and me think there's one thing we can do for our men right now. I mean, you and Jason are still smothered in dry jizz and you could use a shower Maybe we could help you with that."

"No doubt in my mind," Jason laughed. "Hey, Mike, do those showers of yours fit four?"

"Sure they do," Mike laughed, "they were built that way. Go ahead, guys, knock yourselves out."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 352

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