A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 363 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 363 – "THE JOYS OF DOUBLE-TEAMING"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

1. The Marine captain gets double-teamed by Mark and Jamie. "The naked soldier felt the ultimate thrill of surrendering his ass to the cop and his boy together." 2) Bob takes the twins to a luxury hotel where they meet a handsome Latino with a secret. He's also sexually confused but the twins take care of that. He groans, "No, I can't ... I've never done that before ... both of you? Aaah ... oh yeah, fuck yeah." _____________________________________________________________________

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

The police officer Mark and his buddy, the Marine captain Hassan, had taken their boys Jamie and Eddie, on a weekend trip out to the desert, to the Palm Springs home of their good friend `Uncle' Mike and his boy Larry.

Part of Mark's intention was to further the development of the young surfer jock Jamie from a boy to a self-assured young man. When they were alone Mark said, "You have matured into such a stud and so damn sexy I'm proud to call you my best buddy and my lover. And I think you're ready for what I have in mind for you next.

"Sometime later Hassan will take off for his little house way out there in the desert and he'll expect me to follow him. You know the scene we play out there in that basement dungeon of his. It's a kind of catharsis for us to help us deal with those painful wartime memories. It's always been just the two of us, re-living that harrowing time when we first met during the war as enemy soldiers. But today will be different. Though Hassan doesn't know it I'm taking you with me, Jamie. I have plans for you."

Before that happened, however, Jamie's good friend Larry had taken him out to the warehouse district where he proudly showed off the small auto workshop that Mike had bought for him for his proposed motorcycle repair shop. Inside it was still strewn with trash – old oil drums, pulley chains hanging from the ceiling, pieces of greasy rope and a big workbench in the middle. The floor and the bench were slick with oil, left over from the past.

Together they worked on cleaning it up, smothering themselves with dirt and grease in the process. They began horsing around, which led to pretty wild sex involving the ropes and chains as they played out a fantasy of two shirtless mechanics arguing and struggling where the winner fucked the loser over the workbench.

When it was over Jamie flashed a gleaming smile. "That was an amazing fucking scene, Larry. What a fantasy! Hell, dude, you really know how to play. But playtime's over. Now help me up from this damn workbench will ya? I gotta get back to Mark – he has something for me to do."

Their arrival back at the house caused quite a stir as they walked in filthy with grease, sweat and cum. Amid the excitement Mark told Mike, Larry and Eddie, "Sorry, guys, but I have to take Jamie away for a while. Hassan went to his house out in the dunes a while ago and he's waiting for me. I'm taking you with me, Jamie."

When Jamie suggested he should clean up first Mark grinned, "Don't you dare, you look fucking gorgeous like that. You're perfect the way you are, grease and all – especially the grease. He stared at Jamie, stripped to the waist in jeans, his body and face streaked with oil, sweat and dry cum. "Man, that's hot – it's just what we need. Come on, buddy, let's go."

Half an hour later they were bumping over the sandy track to Hassan's small, isolated house standing forlorn in the remote desert. The only sign of life was Hassan's jeep parked outside.

Before they got out of the truck Mark said, "Jamie, you know what Hassan and I do out here, of course. Hassan can never get over the way he abused me all those years ago in the Arab war when he had to interrogate me, an enemy solider. You know how he broods, and he's still racked with guilt. I've told him that was another time and place, but he still blames himself and this is his way of making amends – by placing himself in the same predicament he once put me.

"But I think it's time we resolved the issue once and for all, which is why I brought you. Just follow my lead." They went into the house and down the stairs to the basement. "Wait here a minute till I call for you, buddy."

Mark went through the door and there, sure enough, was the swarthy Marine, a muscular Arab soldier in combat gear – military fatigues, boots, and a khaki tank stretched over his powerful chest. As expected, he was chained to a beam in the center of the room – waiting for Mark.

Mark walked up to him and they gazed at each other, seeing in each other's eyes that long-ago scene in the desert dungeon where their roles had been reversed. But this time Mark did not follow the same script. He had become so close to Hassan that he felt it was time to close the book on that chapter.

He stroked Hassan's sculpted, olive-hued face and said softly. "Buddy, I love you, you know that. I know what you want, what you feel you deserve. But, man, you've been purging your guilt long enough. There is another way ..."

Mark glanced over at the door and said, "OK, buddy." Confused, Hassan looked across the room and narrowed his eyes. In the shadows of the doorway stood a muscular young blond, shirtless in jeans and boots, his body and face smeared with what looked like grease and dirt, looking just like the tough young soldiers Hassan had seen often in the grueling heat of combat.

"Hassan," Mark said. "This is my buddy. He's gonna join us today."

********************** CHAPTER 363 **********************

PART 1 – Mark, Jamie & Hassan

Instinctively Hassan tugged against his bound wrists. There were chains hanging from a beam and Hassan had shackled his wrists to the ends of them. He stood there with his arms stretched up shoulder width apart and bent at the elbows. It was his way of recreating the scene long ago in the military cell where it had been Mark who was bound, helpless, facing Hassan whose mission was to interrogate the captured soldier.

That scene had haunted Hassan for years and this was his way of trying to absolve himself by reversing the roles and enduring whatever punishment Mark chose to dish out. It was, in his mind, also a way of proving his love for the rugged blond cop. They had played out this scenario several times in the past – but always alone, never in the presence of Mark's boy.

Now Jamie walked forward and stood a short distance away facing him. Hassan's surprise came not only from Jamie's unexpected presence here, but also from his changed appearance. The Marine was in love with Mark and had up to now regarded Jamie as the cop's boy – a sturdy, handsome young jock, the iconic blond California surfer riding the crest of the waves.

But now the image was different. It was more that of a tough mechanic as he stood there stripped to the waist with oil streaked over his chest and face. Every day Hassan was surrounded by young Marines who idolized their captain, but none of them had the stature, the confidence nor the rugged good looks of this young man.

"Incredible, isn't he buddy?" Mark said softly to Hassan, reading his thoughts. "He's not my boy anymore – he's my man, my buddy and we're in love. And that's why I brought him here today.

"See, you and me, soldier, we're tough men used to being obeyed, used to confronting combative situations with strength and authority. That's what was happening that day years ago when I was a young soldier captured by the enemy, chained in a military cell and interrogated by a handsome Arab who was just doing his duty.

"But something happened there, something stronger than either of us. We fell in love. And when you released me I took my revenge, turned the tables and jackhammered your ass until you begged for mercy. And ever since, when we meet here, we re-live that harrowing scene of two men in a trial of strength and endurance pitting muscle against muscle, mind against mind.

"Trouble is, we tend to ignore the part about falling in love. When I look into those slanted dark eyes of yours I see not the enemy who tortured me, but the honorable soldier who fell in love with me. Man, I can't do this anymore – whip you, torture you, make you beg for forgiveness. I'm not looking for revenge, Hassan. I'm looking for love with a man I admire and lust for. And I want to show you what that means."

Mark pulled off his shirt and Hassan gasped as he always did whenever he saw Mark shirtless in jeans, his sculpted body, square-cut features and tousled blond hair like a Greek God. As he had done every time before, Mark walked to the wall, pulled down a whip and ominously approached the chained soldier. But that's where the similarities ended.

This time Mark pushed the handle of the whip under Hassan's chin, eased his face up, locked eyes and smiled. "Not this time, captain. There's been too much war and not enough love." He draped the whip round Hassan's neck, moved closer and pressed their lips together. Hassan instantly opened his mouth and they were pressing tongues together, sharing the same breath – and getting raging hard-ons.

Suddenly Mark pulled away and smiled again. "But I am gonna torture you, soldier. It's what you want, I know, but there are other ways to do it. No whipping, no gut punching – just this."

Mark turned, walked back to where Jamie was waiting, put his hands on his shoulders and held him at arm's length. He smiled at the strong, handsome face streaked with oil and grease. "Damn, you look so fucking hot like that." He pulled Jamie into his arms and their mouths locked in a grinding kiss.

As Hassan watched he again pulled reflexively at his restraints but he was helpless, forced to watch the shirtless cop and the muscular young jock making love. He was confused, frustrated. He had expected physical torture from his former rival. He had wanted that and could have endured it, but this ... this was worse.

After their searing kiss Mark pulled back from Jamie and said softly, "OK, Jamie, he's all yours. Just go with your instincts. I trust you and your feelings."

Feeling a bit nervous at being entrusted with this unexplained task Jamie turned away and walked toward Hassan. The chained Marine's natural impulse was to be combative. "So, you're master's sent you to work me over, has he? You resent what I did to your man years ago and you want your revenge too. I don't blame you – what I did was brutal. So take your vengeance, boy. Whip me, hurt me, do everything I once did to him."

"You mean like this?" Jamie said. He grabbed the top of Hassan's khaki tank and ripped it clear off. Then he slid the whip from round his neck that Mark had left there. He stood back and gazed at the soldier whose muscles rippled and strained in bondage, now shirtless in combat fatigues and boots, his military dog tags hanging in the cleft between his pecs.

"Look at me, soldier" Jamie growled. "Do I look like one of your young Marines with the grime of battle on him? Maybe the grunt soldier has captured his captain, chained him up and now he's gonna torture him for the way he treated his buddy. Maybe he'll start by lashing his bare chest ... like this ..."

He swung the whip and cracked it across the Marine's muscled chest, then again across his ripped abs, then curled it around his back. The captain winced with every blow and steeled himself for more. But they never came. Instead Jamie threw the whip contemptuously aside and came close to the surprised captive.

"But you see, Hassan, that's just not me, and this is not war. I am not angry with you for interrogating Mark ... I love you for falling in love with him. So no, I'm not gonna torture you." He stepped back and stared at the chained soldier. "I didn't rip your shirt off to lash your bare chest. I did it because I wanted to admire your spectacular body. You are such a beautiful man, Hassan, worthy of my buddy Mark's love."

He walked forward and smiled, "Yes, I said `my buddy'. I'm not his boy anymore and he's not my master. We're buddies, mates, in love with each other. It turns me on to think that you and Mark love each other and I want to watch you making love."

His thoughts reeling Hassan asked, "So what are you gonna do to me, man?"

"You saw what I just did to my lover Mark. This ..." He pressed his bare, oil-streaked chest against Hassan's, put his hand behind his head and pulled his face toward him. He pressed his lips against his mouth, which Hassan initially kept tightly pursed shut.

But feeling the warmth of the young jock's body against his and the pressure of his lips, the soldier relaxed his mouth, Jamie pushed his tongue inside and within second their mouths were sealed in a kiss as passionate as Mark and Jamie's had been.

Mark had watched all this with growing admiration for his boy' (as he sometimes still lapsed into thinking of him.) He had not known how Jamie would react to this situation, beyond his advice of going with your instincts'. And now he was proud to see him instinctively sense the mood and imperatives of the moment, turning the atmosphere in this dank dungeon from physical anguish to sexual warmth. Mark also watched Hassan's body relax from the tense anticipation of bodily harm to the acceptance of the handsome young man's affection.

Jamie pulled back and smiled into the captain's surprised, slanted dark eyes. "I can see why Mark is in love with you. You are a spectacular man, Hassan, and I want you to love me too. I think I can persuade you to do that."

In another surprise move Jamie dropped to his knees, unzipped the fatigue pants and let them drop round his knees. His long thick cock sprang out and Jamie was pleased to see that their kiss had made it hard as a rod. He lost no time in opening his mouth and swallowing it all the way into his mouth and down his throat.

"Oh fuck," Hassan groaned, pulling at his bound wrists. "Damn ... oh fuck yeah."

Like most of the other boys, Jamie had been well taught by young Eddie, the master cock-sucker in the tribe, and he now applied all the tricks he had learned to Hassan's cock. He pursed his lips and pulled all the way back, held the head in his mouth and licked the sensitive corona, then plunged his mouth down on it again. He held it deep inside and, by swallowing repeatedly, massaged the cock in the warm depths of his throat.

By now Hassan had given up all thoughts of resistance and surrendered himself to the shirtless blond at his feet. Looking down at his handsome face he even gave in to the fantasy of the Marine Captain getting his dick sucked by one of his tough young Marines.

In a daze he raised his head and saw Mark pull his own cock out of his jeans and stroke it as he gazed at the two men he loved, one kneeling before the other. Mark walked round behind Hassan, pressed against him and murmured in his ear. "You expected a flogging, captain, but this is your `torture' today, being at the mercy of me and my boy. And I guarantee you'll submit to us faster than you ever would under the lash."

He spat on his cock ... and plunged it into the soldier's ass to the sound of a deep-voiced howl from Hassan as he tugged again at his restraints. "Yeah ... fuck me, Mark. Do it, man, hard ... hurt me, punish me."

But Mark did not hurt him. Rather he slowed down and gently eased in and out of the man he admired. "No, buddy," he said in Hassan's ear from behind. "No hurt, no punishment. I told you, this is about love, and that's why I brought Jamie. Does you cock feel good in his mouth?"

"Oh, man, it's fucking incredible. He's so damn beautiful – just like you, man. Oh yeah, fuck me, guys ... fuck my ass, fuck my dick ... aaah!" The bound Marine shuddered, not with pain but with ecstasy. Naked except for the pants round his knees, his muscles flexed as he rode the cock in his ass and the mouth that worked his dick.

Mark said softly in is ear, "Those times I worked you over you could withstand any pain. But not this ... this is torture of another kind – the good kind – the kind that will make you surrender. You can't hold back, soldier, you know you can't. OK, Jamie, let's finish the captain off."

They both pumped harder, faster, sending Hassan to new heights of ecstasy. He looked down at the greased-streaked blond jock, like a strapping young soldier sucking his captain's cock. Then he looked up at Mark in the mirror, the muscle god ploughing his ass. And Mark was right – he couldn't hold back. His breathing became heavy, he jerked at his chains, stared at Mark in the mirror and yelled, "I love you, man ... You're gonna make me cum ... Aaagh ..."

Jamie clenched his throat muscles round his cock and it erupted in his mouth. Jamie swallowed the soldier's jizz at first, then pulled off and let the rest of the soldier's sperm splash in his face.

Hassan's body sagged, his breathing heavy, muscles stretched, as Mark pulled out of his ass and Jamie stood up. The cop and his cum-splashed boy faced the exhausted Marine and Mark said, "I knew I could make you surrender your jizz, soldier, and without one lash of the whip. This was love and lust ... from both ends," he chuckled. "But me and my boy have to get our rocks off now, so you just relax, man, and watch how we do that."

Hassan watched in a daze as Mark and Jamie walked several yards away and positioned themselves near a mirrored corner of the room with multiple reflections. There they kissed again, then stood back and, gazing into each other's eyes, slowly stripped naked, pulling off their boots and jeans.

Mark smiled, "I think I know what you want, Jamie. I always know what you want." Mark lay on his back on the floor and stroked his cock, smiling up at the naked young stud who still bore the marks of the mechanic's shop. Jamie grinned, stood astride Mark and sank to his knees across his chest. He reached behind him and grabbed Mark's cock, still wet and rock hard after ploughing Hassan's ass. Jamie lowered his butt and let the cock slide inside him.

Hassan groaned as he watched the two handsome blonds make love, Jamie riding the cop's shaft as he leaned forward and kissed him. Hassan was amazed to feel his cock getting hard again so soon and he tugged at his restraints. The sight of these two naked men was too much for him and he moaned, to himself at first, "No, I can't ... I want ..." Then out loud. "Guys, you're driving me crazy ... I can't watch ... I want it ... I want you both ... please, cut me loose."

Mark grinned up at Jamie riding his cock. "Hear that, buddy? He wants us both."

Hassan was frantic now. "A Marine don't beg, but this Marine is begging now. Don't cum, guys, let me join you ... I gotta feel that ... I gotta touch you. Help me ..."

Mark smiled at Jamie, "You heard what the captain said, boy. You gonna do the honors?"

Jamie raised his ass up off the cock and stood up. He walked over to Hassan and once again he kissed him. "You don't belong here, captain, tied up helpless, waiting for punishment. You belong with us ... both of us."

He crouched down and pulled off the soldier's combat boots, then the fatigue pants hanging round his knees. He stood up and ran his hands over the sculpted face and magnificent body. "Such a beautiful man. It's an honor to be here with you, sir." He removed the shackles from Hassan's wrists and said, "Mark is waiting for you."

Ribbing his wrists Hassan walked over to Mark and there was no doubt what he would do ... he would take Jamie's place. As Jamie had done he stood astride Mark, then knelt straddling his chest. He sank down and sighed deeply as he let Mark's hard, wet cock slide deep inside his ass. Locking eyes with Mark he rode his cock, groaning with the thrill of finally being with the man he loved, finally touching him, feeling his body, stroking his face.

He leaned forward and closed his mouth over Mark's, so locked under Mark's spell that he barely felt the hands on his waist or the extras pressure on his ass. But he sure felt it when his ass was pulled back and a second dick entered him, sliding over Mark's.

"Aaaagh ...!" The response was loud and instantaneous as he jerked his head up and saw the stunning multiple reflections of himself riding the cop's dick while the young jock penetrated him from behind. "No, I can't ... not both ... no!"

His reflex was to pull away but Mark reached up and grabbed his shoulders. "Buddy ... you said you wanted us both, and I want that too. I love you, man. Do it for me."

Hassan stared down at the blue eyes, he breathed deeply, and slowly relaxed. And then he felt the thrill of ultimate surrender, surrendering his ass to two men at once, the man he had loved for so long and now the blond stud who could double as one of his young soldiers. He looked into the mirror and saw the incredible scene of the Marine captain getting double-teamed, double-fucked, and felt the two hard rods sliding against each other in his ass.

"Shit, this is fucking beautiful, guys. I've never felt anything like this. Please, let me feel both of you guys cum inside me. I gotta cum again ... cum with me guys ... yeah ... now!"

It was a triple orgasm, Mark and Jamie erupting together in Hassan's ass, Hassan spraying semen over the cop's chest and face. The room erupted into howls of jubilation as their cocks drained, the breathing was ragged and their hearts pounded. Eventually both cocks pulled slowly and carefully out of Hassan who slumped on top of Mark. Then the three of them were lying together on the floor, Hassan in the middle.

Mark propped himself on his elbow and smiled at Hassan. "See, buddy, I couldn't do this anymore – see you chained up and whipping you in revenge for something that happened so long ago. Man, we love each other ... there's no place for anger or revenge. That's why I brought Jamie with me. I thought if you saw us together, loving each other, you'd agree that making love beats making war any day."

Hassan responded by kissing Mark, then Jamie. Then he glanced at the mirror and his usually stoic face broke into a grin as he saw all three of them smeared with oil that had rubbed off Jamie's body, left over from his garage sex with Larry. "Hell, when you guys make love does it always end up this messy?"

The laughter that filled the room drove out all traces of anger and revenge, and all three men knew they were gone forever.

When they got back to Mike's house they were greeted by a typical word-storm from Eddie who was sitting alone in the garden jerking off looking at a laptop. He quickly stuffed his cock back in his shorts and grinned, "Wow, you guys look great – that is one crazy scene. Larry downloaded that video he made of him and Jamie fucking in the garage. I've been watching it again ... and again ... and I sent it to Darius to edit so everyone will have seen it by now."

He ran up to his master Hassan who wrapped his arms round him in a tight hug. "Damn it's good to feel you again, kiddo. Just what I needed right now. You always be there for me when I get home, ya hear?"

"Of course, sir – always." They broke apart and Eddie gushed, "Mike and Larry are in their room making love – again. Oh, and guess what – I got a call from the twins and Bob has decided to take them for the weekend down to that fancy-shmancy hotel down in Laguna, the Ritz-Thingy.

The Ritz-Carlton," Mark smiled. "Yeah, I took Jamie there a couple of times. Hell, Bob and the twins will make quite a splash. Wonder what kinda trouble they'll get into."

Mike and Larry emerged from the house in the unmistakable afterglow of sex. "Hey guys," Mike said to the new arrivals. "If I'm not mistaken you three have been doing what Larry and me have, getting your rocks off. Damn there's a whole lotta sex in this group. OK, Mike's rule – no more sex for the rest of the day."

There was silence, then all of them began to sputter with snickering that grew into raucous laughter. "Fuck you all," Mike grinned. "I need a drink ..."

PART 2 – Bob & The Twins

Mark had been right about Bob and the twins making quite a splash. Even as they passed cars on the freeway they made heads turn.

It was earlier in the day that the black Mercedes had cruised down the Santa Ana freeway headed to Laguna Beach fifty miles down the coast. Kyle was driving, with his twin brother Kevin beside him. Sprawled in the back seat was Bob, dozing with a smile on his face as he listened to his boys chatting quietly up front.

Bob and the twins had been left alone in the house when the other two groups had taken off for the weekend – Mark and Jamie to Palm Springs with Hassan and Eddie, while Randy and Zack had taken Pablo and Darius on a fishing trip. Feeling the silence of the sprawling, near-empty house Bob had got the idea of giving his boys a treat. "We need to be pampered," Bob had said. "How about a couple of nights at the Ritz-Carlton in Laguna?"

Bob knew the hotel well, as the large financial services company of which he was Senior Vice-President used the Ritz often for its executives and guests and conferences. And Bob himself had visited often, several times with Randy. He had taken the rugged construction boss out of his grimy world for a few days of luxury living to show him "how the other half lives." It had taken some persuasion as Randy resisted what he called `all that casual elegance bullshit'. But Bob had insisted, "That old grubby T-shirt of yours just won't cut it at the Ritz, buddy."

The twins were a much easier sell, and they jumped at the chance. It would be their first time there but with their innate quiet stylishness they knew exactly what to wear. They usually dressed alike. Now they were wearing beige slacks, loafers (no socks) and Polo shirts, Kyle's pale blue and Kevin's a light mustard. Bob, who would look elegant in anything, was wearing new blue jeans and a white T-shirt over which he would throw a smart blue blazer in the hotel – a classic look.

Bob was happy to be able to give his boys a relaxing weekend away from their continuous hard work cooking and serving meals every day to the men of the tribe. He knew they loved working together in the kitchen and had become excellent chefs, but he wanted them, at least for a few days, to be the recipients of meals and services rather than the providers.

But he had another motive for the trip too. Like Mark with Jamie, Bob was in the process of broadening his boys' horizons as they marched into full maturity as self-possessed young men. Spending most of their time in the kitchen, their contact with the outside world was somewhat limited, and now he had what he hoped would be a special treat for them. As he snuggled in the back seat listening to them chat he was eager to spring the surprise on them.

"Hey guys, sorry to interrupt but you remember I said I had a surprise for you?" They sat up all ears, knowing that, coming from Bob, it would be something special. "It's something you don't have to do – only if you really want to. See, I know the manager of the hotel fairly well and called him to see if he could arrange for you to have a tour of the hotel's kitchens, which of course are extensive and state of the art. But, as you spend most of your lives in a kitchen I'll understand if you would rather not ..."

"Wow," they said in unison. "That would be awesome, sir," Kyle said. "Seeing the kitchens of the Ritz Carlton?" Kevin added. "Outstanding, sir. We've always wondered how a big hotel like that serves such great food to so many people."

So that was the topic of the twins' conversation for the rest of the drive, as Bob settled back and dozed again, pleased that his judgement of their reaction had been correct. He was almost asleep when he heard Kevin's voice. "We're almost there, sir."

Bob peered blearily out the window at the palm trees lining the long driveway up to the hotel's opulent entrance. As the Mercedes purred to a halt, valets surrounded them, opening doors and taking charge of the luggage from the trunk Kyle had popped open. After a smiling (and admiring) greeting by the staff, Bob put on his jacket they made for the reception desk.

They were a remarkable sight – the tall, stunning dark-haired man with Superman looks accompanied by the handsome identical twins, one on each side of him. With their practiced peripheral vision the boys were aware of heads turning as they strode over the marble floor of the gleaming lobby.

At the reception desk the clerk recognized Bob and said, "Welcome, sir, the manager has been expecting you. He'll be right here." He soon appeared and he and Bob greeted each other by first names. "Hey, George." "Hi, Bob, what a pleasure to see you again." Bob was not only a valuable client but he was a favorite among the staff and with the manager.

"I told the kitchen you were coming and, if it's OK with you I'd like to take you there right away before the lunch rush, which they are prepping for right now. Meanwhile the staff will take your luggage up to your suite."

As they followed George he said, "The head chef is off until this evening and several of the staff are out with colds, as of course we don't let anyone work there with an infection. So the sous-chef is in charge to cover lunch and he's expecting you."

They went through the staff entrance and suddenly the cool serenity of the hotel was replaced by a hive of activity in the gleaming extensive kitchen that seemed to stretch back a long way. George raised his hand and they saw, coming through the frenzied activity, a tall Hispanic man, about the same age as Bob, obviously well-built under his white chef's uniform, with black hair curling out from under his chef's hat.

"Bob," the manager smiled, "this is our sous-chef Miguel." The chef flashed a gleaming smile and held out his hand. As Bob looked into the hazel eyes there was a momentary jolt of ... something. Not quite recognition as the two had never met before ... but a simpatico that made the two men instantly at ease with each other. With a strong Spanish accent Miguel said, "It's a great pleasure to meet you, sir, and you too, young sirs."

"Oh please," Bob smiled, "it's Bob, and this is Kevin and his brother Kyle." Miguel shook their hands and said, "Of course I can see you are brothers – how could you be anything else? Both identically handsome." He blushed, fearing he had stepped over the line of propriety.

Bob said, "Look, Miguel, I understand you're in charge today and short staffed so if this is a bad time we can always ..."

"Nonsense, Bob," Miguel smiled. "I have been looking forward to this and it will be a pleasure to introduce Kyle and Kevin to our little world here. I have a good half hour until the frenzy starts."

"Excellent," said the manager George. "So Bob, I leave you in Miguel's capable hands. I have to run, duty calls. But maybe a drink later while you're here?"

He shook hands and left, and Miguel turned his attention to the twins. "I understand from George that you already have some culinary experience."

"Oh yes, sir," said Kyle, the more forward of the two. "We used to work in a rather upscale restaurant – nothing as grand as this, of course, but we learned a lot about fine cuisine." Kevin added, "And now we are the chefs for a big group of guys where we serve breakfast, lunch and dinner – anything from a dozen at the table to over two dozen when the whole group is there."

Miguel raised his dark eyebrows. "Really? That's quite a feat. And how many staff do you have in your kitchen?"

"Oh, it's just us two," Kyle said with a hint of pride, "but some of the boys help us serve."

Bob said, "Look, I don't want to get in the way here, so ..."

"Please," Miguel smiled, "have a seat here, Bob, while I give the boys the tour." He beckoned a nearby staff member. "Please bring the gentleman a glass of wine of his choice. Kyle, Kevin, regulations require that I give you head-covering so here are two chef's hats for you and maybe these aprons are a good idea too."

And so while Bob was happily ensconced in a comfortable chair sipping wine, he watched Miguel and the twins thread their way through the increasingly hectic activity. He was pleased to see it wasn't just Miguel who did all the talking. The twins seemed to be contributing their own opinions that left Miguel nodding in surprise.

Bob looked on with pride that the twins had come so far in their lives. When he first met them they had been outcasts living on the streets and had tried to steal his car "to live in" as they admitted. And now here they were, poised, confident, and obviously holding their own with the sous-chef of a major hotel.

They returned sooner than Bob had expected, the boys sparkling with excitement, and Miguel looked at Bob a bit nervously. "Bob, er, I'm afraid I have made a rather outrageous suggestion to the twins. You see, they have surprised and impressed me with their knowledge of fine cuisine and even made suggestions about seasoning that I think we may adopt.

"Well, here's the suggestion. As we are so short staffed for lunch today I was wondering if the twins would like to work the lunch shift with us here in the kitchen. Now of course you are guests in the hotel so it seems impertinent of me to even suggest ..."

Bob interrupted with a smile. "How do the twins feel about that?"

There was no need to ask the question as they were clearly brimming with excitement. "Please, sir ..." they said in unison.

"Seems it's a deal then," Bob laughed.

"Wonderful," Miguel said. "You'll see it will get very hectic as we prepare lunches here for three locations – the main dining room, the terrace and the pool."

"Which is where I will take my lunch," Bob said, "lazing in the sun. And I'll expect it to have that special taste today, knowing that my boys have helped prepare it. Kyle, Kevin, behave yourselves. Remember that Miguel is in charge in this kitchen so you do whatever he tells you." He winked at the sous-chef. "They're all yours, Miguel. Use them well."

Bob left them to it and went up to their suite with a big private smile on his face ... his original idea had turned into a real treat for his boys. But his own final words somehow stayed in his mind – `Miguel is in charge ... do whatever he tells you ... use them well.' And to his surprise he realized he had an erection in his jeans.

An hour later Bob was lounging by the pool in swim trunks. He loved his own company but in a way he was hardly alone. The waiters hovered, eager to serve him, and as he ate his lunch he was reminded of previous visits here. His first with Randy had caused quite a stir as they sat together by the pool in swim trunks and it was no surprise when one of the waiters had brought them room service that evening and, of course, could not resist Randy's sexual magnetism.

Their second trip had been more momentous. They had met Danny, the poolside waiter who dreamed of being a chef, and also Thomas, the assistant manager who had given young Danny such a hard time. Randy, ever protective of young guys, had called him an `arrogant fucking prick' and when Golden Boy Thomas came to their room Randy had given him the full Randy treatment.

And now, long story short, Danny was the chef at the Grady House for the movie star Grady and his lover Mario. And Tommy was the house manager for Doctor Steve and his architect lover. Bob chuckled to himself. Not that anything of the sort was likely to happen this trip. The twins' mentor Miguel was a great looking guy, and Bob had taken an immediate liking to him, but there had been no indication of any feeling stronger than that ... not really ..."

Bob had been told that the twins' shift would end at 2:30 so, after a leisurely lunch he went back to the room, got dressed and went back down to the kitchen. He went through the staff door and his timing was perfect as Miguel was relieving the twins of their chef's hats and aprons.

The twins were glowing and Kyle said, "Wow, that was so cool, sir. We learned so much." Kevin added, "Yeah, one thing being that we need a bigger kitchen at home."

"You'll have to talk to Randy about that," Bob chuckled. "How were they, Miguel ... some marginal help I hope?"

"Marginal?" Miguel said. "All I can say is, Bob, if they ever need a job there's one here – or two, I should say," he grinned. "Hell, I think I learned more from them than they did from me."

"You know, Miguel, what you've done for these guys today has been so good for them I'd like to show my appreciation. We would love you to join us for dinner here, if that's possible."

"Well it is my evening off as the head chef will be here." Miguel blushed and frowned. "Bob, I would love that, but it's kind of a house rule that staff not eat with guests in the dining room."

Bob saw the crestfallen look on the twins' faces and came up with another suggestion. "Well what if the twins and I order dinner in our room? Could you join us there?"

Miguel's face brightened. "I can do better than that. I can bring it with me ... the sous-chef demoted to room-service waiter. How would that be?"

"Sounds perfect, buddy. Only I wouldn't think of it as a demotion. More like an enormous pleasure. For us certainly."

"For me too, Bob," Miguel smiled, and again Bob felt a stirring in his loins. But he paid no attention to it ... no point.

After that start to their stay in the hotel the rest of the afternoon was a lot of fun. They lazed by the pool, ran on the beach and the twins insisted on having afternoon tea in the lounge area and even affected English accents for the occasion.

Conversation, however, was less varied – it centered almost entirely on their experience in the kitchen. They talked about technical things that went over Bob's head, but one thing he did understand was how much they had enjoyed Miguel. "And sir, he is so sexy," said Kevin conspiratorially. "Do you think he ...?"

"No I do not, guys ... at least there's no indication of that. So don't even go there, and at dinner tonight behave yourselves."

Nevertheless that evening when Miguel was due to arrive at their suite Bob thought something was brewing with them. The buzzer sounded and Bob opened the door. There was a smiling Miguel with a heavily loaded dinner cart. "Room service, sir? Dinner for four?"

"Come in," Bob laughed. "I thought we could eat at the table over there by the French windows. Here let me help you."

As Miguel wheeled the cart across the room he said, "I thought it was dinner for four. Where are the other two guests?" Bob grinned and jerked his thumb toward the bedroom door, behind which came the sound of the shower in the bathroom. "Still in the shower together."

"I see," Miguel said, rather taken aback by the word `together'. Bob was helping him set the table when the bedroom door opened and there stood the twins – in nothing but towels wrapped round their waists, sitting low on their hips. Miguel looked up sharply and there was a clatter of silverware as he dropped a place setting on the floor.

"Oh, sir, we're sorry," Kyle said. "We thought you hadn't arrived yet. We'll go and get dressed."

Miguel blushed deep red and stammered, "No, don't ... I mean sure, sure, get dressed, but don't feel ... I mean that was just my clumsiness." He managed a sheepish grin. "Guess I'm not cut out for this room-service gig."

The twins flashed playful smiles at Bob who glared at them wide eyed. He did not appreciate their little trick to embarrass Miguel but he had to admit to himself that the near-naked twins did look abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. They disappeared into the bedroom and re-emerged a few minutes later wearing their usual white shorts and snug blue T-shirts that hugged the contours of their flawless torsos.

Now that their little game was over they stared at the chef, almost unrecognizable out of his kitchen uniform. He was wearing smart brown jeans, loafers and a white dress shirt tucked in at the slim waist. It was open to the third button with a tantalizing glimpse of his round pecs. Free of his chef's hat he sported a shock of curly black hair that curled round the nape of his neck.

By now he had regained his composure and said, "Gentlemen, if you would take your seats I'll be happy to pour your wine."

After that beginning, which Bob realized had been entirely stage-managed by his boys, everyone relaxed as if they were old friends. The twins were very talkative, asking a million questions of Miguel about the kitchen, cuisine and various recipes they had invented. Bob was happy to let them just carry on as he could see that Miguel didn't mind – he loved their curiosity.

The food was delicious, the wine flowed and the twins oohed and aahed over the dessert and tried to guess the ingredients. Then came after-dinner drinks ... and more wine until all four men were nicely lubricated and inhibitions fell away.

At one point Kevin made rather a lame joke and Kyle said, "silly man" and kissed him on the lips. Miguel looked startled, blushed and stared down at his plate. There was silence for a few seconds, broken by Bob. "Miguel, I'm feeling really relaxed around you so I think it's time I leveled with you. Kyle and Kevin are very close, always have been. In fact, as you just saw they love each other. They, er, make love to each other. And they often make love to me."

"As a matter of fact," Kyle said, throwing all caution to the winds, "most of the guys in our house make love to each other. Most have boyfriends and they ..."

"Kyle, that's enough," Bob said gently. "Miguel, I'm afraid we've shocked you. I'm sorry, as I'm sure you never ... indulge in behavior like that."

"No, no," Miguel said, blushing again. "Well, not really, I ..." He looked round the table at the genial, smiling faces. "OK, you guys are really cool so you should know where I'm coming from. I'm divorced. My wife and I loved each other but it wasn't what you'd call a fulfilling marriage. And then I was unfaithful to her – the first and only time." He hesitated uncertainly, then plucked up his courage.

"Shit, guys, I've never told this to a living soul. Anyway, one evening we had an argument and I stormed out to drown my sorrows in a local bar. I was slumped at the bar when I saw this black guy come in. He was tall, built like a brick shithouse, and wearing old work clothes. He sat near me at the bar and we started to talk.

"Funny thing was, it turned out he was in the same position as me – drowning his sorrows in beer. He had just walked out on his wife after a row and had taken a motel room for the night. He worked on a construction site a few blocks away, which accounted for his dirty clothes and his muscular build, I guess.

"Anyway, we got shitfaced and when the bar closed we got a couple six-packs and went to his motel room to get even more drunk. I ... I won't go into details but ... but that's when I was unfaithful to my wife. I mean, we were both wasted and it was just guy sex, ya know ... like rubbing against each other, jerking each other's cock and ... and well we sucked each other off.

"After we busted our loads in each other's mouths we spat out the cum, confused and shocked about what we had done. I needed to get the hell out of there.

"We had taken our shirts off so I grabbed mine and looked down at him lying on the bed, wearing just his black jeans and boots, stuffing that huge cock back in his pants. I zipped up my pants too and I think I said something stupid like `thank you' as I stumbled out of the room. But that was my only time with a guy ... actually the only time with anyone after that."

"You mean ... nobody? What, you still jerk off, don't you? What makes you cum when you do?"

Miguel looked sheepish and managed a grin. "You won't believe it but it's mostly thinking about him. God, I can still picture him clearly – muscular black guy with that gorgeous, rugged face, shaved head and the most amazing gray eyes.

"A couple of days later I still couldn't get him out of my head so I went back to the motel but he had checked out. The clerk told me he had said something about going up the coast to a place where he had some kind of cabin or something on the beach. So I never saw him again, but god knows I still think about him.

"And you know the kicker. I don't even know his name. We never got round to exchanging names, can you believe it? I guess we both wanted to keep it anonymous ... forget it ever happened." He sighed, "Except I can't forget."

As Miguel had told his story Bob and the twins stared at each other, all picturing Zack. But Bob mouthed a `ssshh' gesture so they said nothing. After Miguel had trailed off there were tears in his eyes and Bob wasn't sure what to do or say. But the twins knew.

"Sir," said Kyle, "is it true that since that day you've never done anything sexual except jack off?"

Miguel shrugged. "Pathetic, eh?"

Kevin took over. "Sir, we had a wonderful time in the kitchen and my brother and I would like to thank you in the way we know best. Would you come over here and sit on the couch?"

Puzzled, Miguel glanced at Bob who smiled and shrugged, "My boys usually know what they're doing. I've learned to trust their instincts. You should too."

Miguel got up from the table, a little unsteadily, and sat in the middle of the couch. The twins stood in front of him with the angelic smiles that Bob knew meant that they were about to be anything but angelic. In unison they pulled off their shirts, turned to face each other ... and kissed ... a long passionate kiss as they stroked each other's body.

"Aaah," Miguel groaned softly and he averted his eyes, but his hand went down reflexively to the bulge in his pants. When at last the brothers broke apart they sat on the couch, one on each side of Miguel. Kyle said, "Excuse me, sir." Miguel turned to look and him and instantly felt his warm lips pressing against his. For a few seconds Miguel responded by opening his mouth, but then pulled back, recoiling.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," Kyle said with a wounded look, "I embarrassed you. When my brother and I came in from the shower earlier in just towels we saw your response. But we must have misunderstood it. We thought you found us attractive. I'm sorry."

"No, no," Miguel said in confusion. "I did ... I do find you real ... attractive. It's just that I have never kissed a guy before."

Kyle smiled. "There's really nothing to it, sir. All you have to do is open your mouth and breathe." Despite himself Miguel's jaw sagged open and Kyle pressed his open mouth over his, sealing their lips. And this time Miguel responded. Feeling his cock stiffen in his pants he pressed his tongue against Kyle's, breathed in and tasted the boys warm, brandy scented breath. He couldn't resist running his fingers through Kyle's hair at his nape, then down his neck and over his chest.

This was the response Kyle had expected and he increased the pressure, physically and sensuously. At last he pulled back, leaving Miguel breathless and wide-eyed. "Thank you, sir," Kyle smiled. "But there is something you should know about my brother and me. We share everything."

Totally under their spell by this time Miguel stammered, "Yeah, sure, of course." Instinctively he turned to Kevin on the other side and got identical treatment as Kevin closed his mouth over his. It was exactly the same – the identical gentle pressure, the same warm brandy breath. In an unconscious act of reassurance, Miguel rested a hand on the boys' thighs on each side of him. Yes, there really were two of them.

Over at the table Bob poured himself another brandy and watched entranced. God he loved those kids.

Finally Kevin pulled back and Miguel stammered, "Guys, I'm not sure ... I don't think I ..." But the twins ignored him, leaned across him and kissed each other, inches from his face. He moaned, "Oh fuck," leaned forward and licked their lips as they pressed against each other.

Finally the twins separated and Kevin said, "Please relax sir. We both want it so much." He leaned back on the couch and together the boys slowly unbuttoned his shirt. They pulled it apart, exposing his chest, leaned forward and licked it, circling his nipples, breathing warm breath on them, then pressing their lips over them, even biting them gently."

"Oh, god," Manuel gasped, gazing down at the two identical faces working on his chest, and he ran his hands through their tousled hair. By now the boys had moved down to Miguel's stomach and were licking between the ridges of his abs. Inevitably they moved lower. They smiled up at him, then pressed their mouths against the growing bulge in his pants.

Miguel felt his orgasm coming close and he pushed their faces back. "No, no ... I can't ..."

"Sorry, sir," Kevin said, duplicating his brother's wounded look. "We got carried away. It's just that we find you so attractive and we did want to thank you for all your kindness today. We misjudged you again, sir, so we'll stop."

They made a move to pull away from him but he stammered, "No ... no ... don't stop. It's just, I'm nervous but, god, you're both so beautiful. OK, I'll relax. Do what you want to me, guys."

Bob smiled a big satisfied smile. That was the clincher – `do what you want to me'. "Way to go, guys," he said under his breath.

The twins had moved off the couch and were kneeling on the floor in front of Miguel. He looked down at them, but as Kyle reached forward and began to unzip his pants he closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the couch. He felt fingers probe inside his jeans, inside his shorts and then curl round his cock.

The twins glanced at each other and smiled as Kyle pulled out Miguel's cock. It was long, thick – and rock hard. They looked up at Bob who grinned and raised his brandy glass to them. And then they went to work on the long shaft.

The first thing Miguel felt was a startling sensation in the head of his cock. He gasped, his eyes shot open and he stared down at the twins with their tongues out, both of them licking the sensitive corona of his cock. "Oh shit," he gasped. "That's gonna make me cum."

"Please don't cum, sir," said Kevin politely. "Not just yet. My brother and I want to drink your semen." They went back to work again, running their tongues along the length of his shaft.

Miguel lost all remaining shreds of his inhibitions. "Shit you look so fucking beautiful guys. I've never felt anything like this. This is real hard for me to hold back ... I wanna cum so bad." The twins looked at each other and Kyle nodded slightly. Kevin smiled up at Miguel and said, "This is to thank you for your kindness today, sir – and to show you how hot we think you are."

Kevin lowered his mouth on Miguel's rod and swallowed it down until his face was resting in his black, curly pubic hair. He knew Miguel was close so he quickly moved up and down on the cock, using all the skills he had learned from Eddie. And that pushed the gasping man over the edge. His breathing became ragged and he shouted, "Aaagh ... oh man ... oh fuck ... I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... yeaaah ...!"

His body shook and his cock exploded in Kevin's mouth in the most incredible orgasm he had ever felt. Kevin swallowed hard, then pulled off and let the rest of the juice splash on his face. Miguel was gasping for air, waiting for his heart to stop pounding when he heard Kyle say, "As we said before, sir, we share everything. Whatever Kevin does, I do too."

Miguel opened his eyes wide a stared down at Kyle taking Kevin's place. "No, I can't do that ... I just shot my load, my cock's drained. Please, man, I ... aaah." Ignoring him Kyle plunged his face down on the wet cock.

It took longer this time, and called for all the expertise Kyle had learned from Eddie. And it worked. The cock swelled again as Miguel stared down his own cock plunging in Kyle's mouth, stared at Kevin's face dripping with his cum, and looked up at Bob, the sculpted Superman, rubbing the bulge in his jeans.

It was a whole new world, a world he had never known, never even imagined in all the many times he had masturbated. His body was on fire and he was hardly aware of his cock pulsing again, did not even hear his own voice as he howled with another unbelievable orgasm in the second boy's mouth. As his brother had done, Kyle pulled back and let the last spurts of semen splash on his face.

The twins' attention turned from Miguel to each other. Kneeling before him they smiled in quiet triumph and licked the cum off each other's face. Miguel stared in confusion and disbelief at the sight of the beautiful twins using his semen to make love. And finally it was all too much. As his adrenaline drained and he crashed back to reality he panicked. "I gotta go." He pushed the boys aside and stood up, clumsily stuffing his cock back in his pants and zipping them up.

"I gotta go ... gotta get out of here," and Miguel headed for the door.

"Miguel!" Bob's deep authoritative voice stopped him in his tracks. "Buddy, you can't drive home like that – you've had too much to drink."

"I'll ... I'll get a room in the hotel."

"Well this is a room in the hotel. You're welcome to spend the night here. The bedroom has two king-size beds and the boys will share one with me."

"No, I can't ... you don't understand ... I've never done ... I've gotta forget this ... it's all so ... I gotta go."

"Please yourself," Bob said gently. "The boys and I are about ready for bed anyway." Bob reached behind his neck, pulled his T-shirt off over his head and tossed it aside Miguel gasped. Up to now he had only seen Bob fully dressed and now he stared at the stunning muscle-god stripped to the waist in blue jeans. He was rooted to the spot.

Bob smiled, walked up to him and stroked his face. "You're just confused is all, dude. My boys have that effect on people. We would sure like you to stay. What you need right now is a nice warm shower."

Miguel stared into the smiling dark brown eyes and was lost. No one could ever say no to Bob. "What? Yeah," he stammered. "A shower, yeah ... that would be good. Can I do it now ...?"

"Make yourself at home, Miguel. You'll find everything you need in there ... and after that maybe a last nightcap? We'll be here."

"Yeah, thanks ... yeah, right ... I'll ... He stumbled to the bedroom and they heard the sound of the shower starting.

Bob smiled at the twins. "Guys, that was sensational. You gave our guest a helluva time."

"Sir," said Kyle his eyes sparkling, "that story he told. D'you think the guy he fooled around with was Zack ... you know, the one he can't stop thinking about and jacks off to? We gotta tell him."

"No, boys, I don't think we should."

"But sir," Kevin protested, "everything points to it – black construction worker, gray eyes, built like a brick shithouse, left his wife, went to a shack on the beach. When the guys first met Zack he was living in his beach shack. He said he had left his wife after fooling around with a guy. It's so sad, Miguel eating his heart out for a guy he thinks he'll never see again. We gotta tell him."

"Look guys, I know there are a lot of similarities but we don't know for sure. I mean, dammit, it would be a hell of a coincidence. It would be cruel to get Miguel's hopes up and then dash them if it weren't Zack."

He thought for a second. "Here's what we will do, though. When we get back home we'll tell Zack we met this guy, describe him, repeat what he said, and then leave it to Zack. Hell, maybe he doesn't remember the guy or doesn't wanna see him again. Just because the guy is pining for Zack don't mean Zack feels the same. So we'll tell him, step back and let him decide. Come on, one last drink."

They were all still shirtless, sitting at the table again, when the bedroom door opened and there stood Miguel, just as the twins had been – wet hair, naked except for a towel round his waist."

"That's more like it, buddy," Bob smiled. "Come join us. And just relax dude, no pressure. We're just happy you decided to stay."

Miguel gazed at Bob, then managed a smile and sat at the table. Bob poured him a brandy.

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 364

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