A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 478 By Rob Williams
Chapter 478 – "JASON & THE EMPTINESS OF SELF-LOVE"
IN THIS CHAPTER:
The narcissistic fireman Jason becomes so obsessed with his own beauty that he neglects his boy, the young gypsy Ben. The tribe's shrink Doc Steve has a wild solution – a session where Jason purges his vanity in a three-way orgy of muscle worship with the gym-jock Lloyd and the gymnast Tommy. Realizing the shallowness of vanity Jason takes Ben to a magical place where their love is rekindled, hotter than ever.
IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER
The sexy young gypsy Ben was the devoted boy of the handsome fireman Jason. But he had run away from home and sought refuge in the Palm Springs home of Uncle Mike and his boy Larry.
Mike was an older man, wise and compassionate, especially to boys in trouble like Ben. "So, kiddo, you wanna tell me what's up? You, er, said something about Jason not loving you because he loves himself too much?"
"Yeah, well ...sir, Jason's my master, or was, and I still love him ... But I think he's gone off me. Thing is, sir, you know how Jason's always been kinda ... narsis ...?"
"Narcissistic? Yeah, sure kiddo, everyone knows how vain he can be about his good looks."
"Not that there's anything wrong with that, sir. I think it can be real sexy and I get off watching him jack off in front of a mirror, flexing his muscles and all. I mean face it, the guy is totally gorgeous especially in his fireman's gear, and he was in that fireman's calendar all the boys jerk off to. And know what? In next year's calendar he's on the cover, looking like something out of a porn fantasy with no shirt, his body streaked with dirt, a ragged shirt slung over his shoulder."
"But lately, sir, when I watch him it's like I'm not there. We used to laugh about it all but now once he's got his rocks off and cums all over the mirror he has no interest in me." Ben added tearfully that one night before bed he saw Jason jerking off over the picture of himself on this year's fireman's calendar. "When I came to bed he had turned over and was almost asleep. He didn't even touch me ... like I said, it was like I wasn't there."
Mike and Larry comforted the boy and Mike made several phone calls – to Jason; to the tribe's founders Randy and Bob; and lastly to the tribe's shrink Doctor Steve. Bob made Jason see the error of his ways, and next morning Jason phoned his boy to check on him and to tell him he was going to see Doc Steve to get therapy for his vanity addiction.
"The thing is, I love you, Ben. I'm sorry for everything and I hope that after Doc Steve's put me through the wringer I can come out there to Mike's and get you. I have a week off work so maybe we can go away somewhere, just you and me and, you know, get back to the way we always were. Would you like that?" Ben was thrilled and waited eagerly to see what happened.
In Steve's therapy session the doc pulled no punches in a frank conversation. His methods were always way off the beaten path and now was no exception. "Jason, you will only be able to love Ben the way you want to if you can beat back this obsession you have with your own looks. I want you to overdose on narcissism, Jason. And there's one way I know to do that."
In Steve's basement gym-cum-playroom he padlocked a collar round Jason's neck and attached it to a rope from the ceiling. Jason had come straight from work in his fireman's clothed and in a few minutes he was staring in awe at the same picture image in the mirror as the one on the calendar cover – the muscled firefighter, stripped to the waist in heavy yellow work pants, suspenders dangling at the sides, his shirt hanging over his shoulder just like in the picture he had jerked off to.
His vanity kicked in and he went through a long homoerotic routine of self-muscle-worship, talking to the captive in the mirror, fantasizing that his firefighter buddies, pissed off at his constant vanity, had tied him up and were forcing him to jack off to his own mirror image.
"Damn, you're so fucking beautiful man. You're gonna bust your load while they all watch you. Look at that face ... that body. Let me see you cum, man ... cum for me, man. That's an order ..." In an explosive orgasm Jason blasted jets of semen that splashed against the mirror and streamed down the glass.
Regaining his breath he grinned at Steve. "How was that, doc – not too crazy even for you?"
Steve grinned, "Crazy enough for me to bust my own load watching you bust yours, buddy. Fucking awesome, Jason, I can see why you can't take your eyes off the mirror. Hell, if they made a movie of that you'd be a rich man."
"So you think I'm cured doc? You gonna unlock this collar?"
"Hell no! You thought that was the end?" Steve smiled. "It's just the beginning. You just indulged your lust by showing off to yourself. The next step is to show off for someone else, a guy who really loves looking at beautiful men."
"You mean your lover Lloyd, don't you, doc? Shit, I worked out with that hunk at the gym often enough to watch him drool over those fitness models strutting their stuff."
"And after that, Jason, you have to get off looking at someone other than yourself, someone so hot you forget about the man in the mirror,"
"You mean someone like your boy Tommy, a gorgeous young gymnast with an ass you can't take your eyes off."
"That's the guy. And I guarantee that at the end of it you will be so tired of muscles, superficial beauty and your own mirror image that you will long for the beauty of innocence, the blush on a shy gypsy face and the look of love in a pair of young dark eyes."
"Oh, yeah ... fuck yeah. But I don't wanna fuck it up again with my boy Ben, Steve."
"OK, but while you're waiting for Lloyd and Tommy I don't want you to jerk off again looking at yourself so ..." Steve tied the fireman's wrists behind his back and left the room.
Jason looked at the shirtless fireman in the mirror, a collar round his neck, hands tied behind his back. He tugged at his bound wrists making his biceps and shoulders bulge with the strain. He grinned, "Whatever happens with the doc's therapy, stud, there's no getting away from it. You are one hot-damn gorgeous son-of- a-bitch. If he hadn't tied my wrists I would sure as hell... ah, never mind."
Then he heard the voices of Lloyd and Tommy outside the door ...
********************* CHAPTER 478 *********************
THREE-WAY MUSCLE WORSHIP
"Damn," Lloyd said as they entered the room, "look what we've got here Tommy. Remember that fireman's picture you all jerk off to? `Course you do. And you've said you fantasize about the macho stud being captured and tied up in front of a mirror, desperate to jack off to his reflection except his hands are tied behind him."
They watched Jason pull helplessly at his bound wrists, frustrated that he couldn't touch his cock that was already hard again. Tommy smiled, "And the picture's come to life, sir. Man, it looks hotter in real life than in the calendar. I know you get off staring at all those ripped guys in the gym but this beats them all don't ya think?"
"Oh I dunno, kid. I think me and you could put on quite a show ourselves. You ever got off on yourself in the mirror?"
"I'm a gymnast, sir," Tommy smiled. "I've spent hours in front of a mirror. See?" The blond athlete stood beside Jason and gazed at himself in the mirror, dressed in his house uniform of tight black pants and a dark gray T-shirt stretched over his ripped gymnast torso. Lloyd stood on Jason's other side. He was in his work clothes as an architect – beige slacks, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled back off the wrists, his tie loosened at the neck.
All three faced the mirror, and for the first time Jason was distracted from his own image as he watched the other two get off on themselves. Lloyd said, "OK Tommy, let's show the fireman he ain't the only muscle-jock in the room." Lloyd undid his tie and let it hang round his neck, then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. As it fell open it revealed the chiseled contours of his pecs.
Again Jason strained at his bound wrists. Torn between Lloyd and himself he turned his gaze back onto his own image until Tommy distracted him by reaching behind his own neck and slowly pulling up on his T-shirt. Jason tore his eyes from his own reflection and stared at Tommy as the T-shirt came free at his slim waist and rose slowly to expose the ridges of his perfect eight-pack abs.
"Holy shit" Jason groaned watching the shirt rise over his pecs then off over his head. Tommy tossed it away, smiling at his flawless, ripped physique, the product of many hours perfecting his gymnastic routine.
Jason's head swiveled back to Lloyd who pulled his dress shirt out of his slacks and shrugged it off. Lloyd was a perfect example of a gym-honed body with flawless muscular definition, and the arrogant smile on his handsome face with its shock of dark hair made him even sexier.
As Lloyd and Tommy stroked the bulges in their pants Jason's focus was divided among the three shirtless hunks, but his own vanity won out and he was drawn once again to himself as he struggled for freedom. "Come on, guys," he pleaded, "untie my hands so I can rub one out."
They ignored him and as Tommy stepped closer to the mirror, the eyes of Lloyd and Jason zeroed in on his stunning ass. Before becoming a gymnast Tommy had been a competition ice skater and his ass was stunning, flexing under his tight black pants. Lloyd walked forward and ran a hand over the perfect globes, moaning, "Damn I want that ass."
So did Jason, but he was helpless to do anything but watch gym-jock Lloyd as he knelt behind Tommy. He reached round and unzipped Tommy's pants, then pulled them down in short jerks. The pants slid down from his slim waist and rose over the mounds of his butt and Jason gazed at the sharp tan-line between his bronzed body and the perfect white globes.
"Fuck," the fireman groaned, mesmerized as the pants rose up over the crest of his ass cheeks, then slid down to reveal the full stunning beauty of his glorious butt. Jason's struggles to get free and touch his cock intensified but now, for the first time, it was not his own image but that of Tommy's ass that made him want to grab his cock and jerk off.
Lloyd was now licking the white cheeks of the gymnast's ass, then pulled them apart and buried his face between them. Jason gasped, recalling the times when he had done the same thing to his boy Ben's beautiful ass, speckled with sexy curls of black hair. At that moment Jason would have given anything to be making love to that ass, just as Lloyd was doing to Tommy.
His frustration intensified as Tommy walked to the mirror, spread his arms up high and pressed his hands against the glass, his pants pulled down to this thighs throwing his ass into stunning relief. It was an invitation to Lloyd which the handsome architect eagerly accepted. He stood up, pulled his own cock out of his slacks and stroked it slowly. "You know what I have to do to that ass, don't you, boy?"
"You're going to push your cock inside it, sir?"
"Damn straight. Fuck, it's gorgeous." Lloyd impulsively slapped it, one cheek then the other, and Jason yelled, "No" as he watched the white globes bounce under the blows and pink handprints start to show on them.
Lloyd spat in the palm of one hand and stroked it over his cock. He reached forward, grabbed the gymnast's waist and pulled his ass back onto his cock, letting it slide in all the way until the white mounds were pressing against Lloyd's black pubic hair. "How's that feel, boy?"
Tommy groaned, "It feels wonderful, sir. Please fuck me, sir. My ass is yours. Fuck me hard."
Jason was going wild, his muscular body flexing as he jerked at the collar round his neck and tugged at his wrists roped behind him. He glimpsed himself in the mirror, a struggling muscle-jock who would normally have excited his vanity all the way to orgasm. But now he quickly turned away from his own image and gazed in awe and frustration at the shirtless architect driving his cock like a piston into the athlete's ass.
Tommy turned his head to look back over his shoulder and Lloyd kissed him while maintaining the force of his fuck.
Finally accepting that escape was futile Jason stopped struggling and stared at the perfect ass impaled on Lloyd's pile-driving shaft. Again he caught sight of his mirror image which now held no excitement for him. He had worshipped his reflection for so long it had lost its glamor. New homoerotic images had replaced it, notably the enthralling image of the young blond athlete being butt-fucked by the handsome, bare-chested architect.
Again Jason's thoughts went back to his gypsy boy Ben waiting for him in the desert, waiting to feel the same euphoric sensation, waiting to feel his master making love to his ass.
Tommy was moaning, "Your rod feels so hot in my ass, sir," and Lloyd grinned, "You wanna feel it blasting jizz inside you, stud? You want me to empty my cock in your ass?"
Yes, sir!" The gymnast talked to himself in the mirror. "That gorgeous body you worked so hard on, dude, is getting reamed by that hot bodybuilder ... he's gonna fill it with his jizz. Please, sir, I can't take anymore ... finish me off ... cum inside me ... please ..."
Tommy was grinding against the reflection of his own beautiful body, his arms stretched high, scraping his finger against the glass, his ass pressing back to feel the full force of Lloyd's cock. Lloyd howled, his body shuddered, muscles tensed and his cock erupted deep in the gymnast's ass. Then he pulled out, grabbed his cock and spurted more semen that splashed on Tommy's ass and ran down the bulging white globes.
POSE-OFF
"Come on Tommy," Lloyd grinned. "We all know you're as vain as Jason - you jerk off to the mirror after your gym routines just like he does. And you know how to put on a show, stud."
Tommy looked in the mirror and flexed his muscles. He wrapped one hand round his cock, raised his other arm and flexed his bicep, smiling arrogantly at himself. Jason watched in desperation as he stroked his cock. "Please, guys, let me touch my cock. I wanna cum so bad."
Lloyd went behind him and untied his wrists but left the collar round his neck attached to the rope from the ceiling. Ever since Steve had left, Jason's cock had been hanging out of his pants growing harder as he watched Lloyd and Tommy. Now he grabbed it and stroked it as he watched Tommy put on his show.
Tommy was an expert at this. When he previously worked at a luxury hotel he made extra money by going to the rooms of male guests and showing off his body in a strip tease and erotic posing. Now he slowly, ritualistically stripped naked and stared at himself, buck naked. Again he pressed himself against the mirror and kissed his reflection, and Jason stared at that beautiful butt smothered in cum.
Then Tommy rolled over the glass so he was leaning back against it, staring straight at Jason. He curled his hand around his own cock and stroked it slowly, with an arrogant smile – an unspoken challenge. Jason kicked off his boots, pulled off his heavy work pants and they stood facing each other, two naked muscle-jocks stroking their cocks that dripped with pre-cum.
Tommy was standing slightly to one side and Jason could see his own reflection and Tommy side by side. But he no longer had any interest in himself – he was totally seduced by the spectacular blond athlete who was tweaking his own nipple while he stroked his cock. Tommy saw where Jason's gaze was focused and said, "You cannot take your eyes of me, can you Jason? You look at us both and then choose me. You see, I have already won."
Jason growled, "Fuck you, boy, you know you wanna jack off looking at this." He struck a bodybuilder's pose and Tommy did the same in a competitive pose-off between the two handsome blond narcissists, fireman and gymnast. Inevitably their hands went back to their cocks and they pounded them, flexing their perfect bodies in an attempt to overwhelm each other with their beauty.
"You will submit to me first, Jason, I can make any man spill his load."
"Oh yeah ... you better think again buddy. I'll see you cum first, dammit."
But they were both evenly matched in their beauty and their narcissistic desire to show it off. Mesmerized by each other they stared at the other man's body gleaming with sweat. Jason pulled at the rope tied to his collar trying to get closer to Tommy, who stepped forward so they were close enough to feel each other's heat. The homoerotic image was too much for both men and Tommy groaned, "I can't take anymore ... I have to cum ... I can't hold back ..."
"Me too, stud. Fuck, I'm gonna shoot, you're so fucking gorgeous, man. Let's do it ... aaagh ... aaagh!" Their howls of lust filled the room as semen spurted from their cocks, splashed against each other's chest and ran down over the ridges of their abs.
Lloyd's shout added to the din as he jerked off watching the spectacular display of two hot muscle-jocks celebrating their beauty in spontaneous orgasms that smothered their bodies in each other's juice.
ALL THAT GLITTERS CAN GET OLD
Tommy stepped forward and the two men embraced, their bodies sliding against each other slick with semen. "Fucking spectacular, guys," Lloyd said, coming up and joining them.
"I second that," came another voice as Doc Steve stepped out of the shadows. "That, as Darius would say, was one for the archives, so it's a good thing I stuck around – with this." He had a camera in his hand. "Always keep one handy down here, you never know what's gonna happen. The guys are gonna go crazy when they see this. But technically, Jason, it breaches professional ethics as this was part your therapy session, so I'll need your consent to show it."
Jason laughed. "Doc, I still have enough shreds of vanity in me to say sure, go ahead and show it off. But what about this damn collar, doc. You still got the key?"
"Well, I was thinking of keeping you down here as a sex slave for us three to use, abuse, worship and fuck." Steve sighed. "But somehow I think that too is not exactly in the therapist handbook, so I guess I have to let you go free. Hey Lloyd, why don't you and Tommy go upstairs and mix some drinks. We'll be up to join you after I've had a chat with Jason."
Tommy kissed Jason and smiled, "Any time you feel the need of more therapy, sir, you know where to find me." They left and Steve at last unlocked the collar from around the firemen's neck. He rubbed his neck soothingly and said, "That was a spectacular show, Jason, but I did have a purpose in letting it go on. So let's do a little de-briefing."
They sat on a bench and Steve smiled, "So I have to ask you the classic therapy question – how did you feel about that?"
Jason frowned in thought for a moment. "Well, doc, on one level it was exciting, of course ..."
"And on another level?"
"It's ... it's sorta weird, Steve. After all the glitz and glamor it left me feeling ... kinda empty. I mean, when it comes right down to it, it's all a bit superficial, don't you think?"
"By definition physical beauty is superficial ... as the saying goes, beauty is only skin deep."
"I mean." Jason added, "Lloyd and Tommy are total hunks and I can understand why Tommy's hotel guests used to pay good money for his, er, services. But it's all about lust, not love, and it left me wanting something more real, someone I could hug rather than show off to, someone who, who moves me when he smiles at me ..."
"Someone like Ben?"
"Oh fuck, Steve I want him so bad. When I watched Lloyd fucking Tommy's ass I flashed on all the times I've done that to my boy Ben, made love to him then curled up with him in bed. I mean, that's real, doc, not just some fantasy about muscles and macho. You know ...?"
Steve smiled. "Jason, here's what I think happened here. You know how I started by talking about new workers in a chocolate factory who are allowed to eat as many chocolates as they want, `cos pretty soon they're too full to want any more. Well you did all the narcissistic showing off you could ever want. You overdosed on your own image and ended up feeling empty.
"Remember, I predicted that. I said you would get so tired of muscles, superficial beauty and your own reflection that you would crave the beauty of innocence, the blush on a shy gypsy face and the look of love in a pair of young dark eyes."
Jason gave a muffled sob. "Steve, that's exactly what I want. I've treated that kid so badly, and I'm so lucky to have him. He loves me, doc, and I was too damned in love with myself to notice. Steve, he ran away from home ... he left me. Do you think I've ruined it ...how do I fix it, doc?"
"Oh that part's easy ... just go to him. A kid like that who idolizes you doesn't just stop loving. I'm glad you phoned him earlier, but he doesn't just wanna hear your voice, he wants to see you ... and I don't mean your reflection in a mirror. He wants your arms round him.
"Doc, I owe you so much. I know just what to do, thanks to you. And ... and if anything goes wrong, can I come and see you again?"
"Of course, Jason, that's what I'm here for. Next time bring Ben with you. And if all else fails," he grinned, "there's always this." He held up the dog collar. "It looked real good on you."
THE GREASE MONKEY
Out at Mike's house in Palm Springs Ben was feeling a whole lot better after Jason had called him that morning. Jason had reassured him that he loved him as much as ever and, after he had seen Steve, he would make it up to Ben so they could go back to the way they used to be.
In the meantime Ben was enjoying the company of the group at the house – Mike & Larry, Hassan & Eddie, and Adam & Nate. But what he liked best, and what kept his mind busy, was keeping his promise to help Larry.
In his confusion after leaving home yesterday, one of the reasons Ben had come out to Mike's was that Larry was looking for an assistant mechanic to help him catch up with back orders in his motorcycle repair shop. Larry had promised three customers their bikes would be ready that evening, so after breakfast they went straight to his workshop in a small garage near Mike's bar.
Ben was the assistant to the construction company's chief mechanic Pablo, or had been until Pablo yelled at him for a mistake he made, another event that made him leave home. But now he was able to put his expertise to use in helping Larry, and he loved working with him, which they did right through to late afternoon and were able to deliver the three repaired bikes on time.
When they got home to Mike's Larry was full of praise. "Ben is a natural," Larry said to Mike. "He's a great mechanic and what he don't know already he learns fast. Hell, he should have his own bike repair shop." That ringing endorsement boosted Ben's confidence and mood even more, and brought a smiling blush to his handsome young gypsy face.
But he was still concerned about what was happening to his master Jason back in L.A. and he still felt residual anxiety after weeks of Jason's indifference to him. The always-astute Uncle Mike sensed his unease and invited him to sleep with himself and Larry again as they had done the previous night when he first arrived.
Next morning there was still no further word from Jason, which increased Ben's anxiety. Maybe he hadn't meant what he said yesterday, or maybe he was having second thoughts and really was cooling off to him after all.
Partly to keep Ben's mind off Jason, and partly because he genuinely needed the help, Larry said, "Hey Ben, do you mind putting in a couple more hours at the workshop? There's one bike I've had trouble with for days and if we work on it together we should be able to find the problem and put it right once and for all."
Ben brightened. "Love to, Larry. Makes me feel good to be useful to someone, even if ... never mind. So let's go."
Mike and the other guys, lounging over a late breakfast, watched them go and Adam said. Ben really is a great kid – a lot of his brother Randy's toughness under that shyness, and he comes to life when Larry asks for his help. I just hope my buddy Jason can pull it together and make up for the way he's treated the boy. I know Jason well, we work out together, and I really feel they could be a perfect couple if only Jason can keep a lid on that narcissism thing."
Nate chuckled, "Maybe they should throw a cloth over all the mirrors in the house."
"The gym too?" Adam smiled. "Nah, vanity may look superficial but it's a mental thing, comes from inside the head and that's where it has to be treated. And if anyone can do that our tame shrink Doc Steve certainly can – whatever crazy methods he's using this time."
When Larry and Ben arrived at the workshop they got right to work on the problem bike. Larry had been wrestling with it for days but after a frustrating half hour Ben suddenly made a suggestion. "Did you ever think about replacing this valve here? Could that be the problem?"
"Nah, I kind of avoided that `cos it's so hard to get to, messy too. Have to dismantle a lot of stuff. Still," he grinned, "now that I've got an expert helper if we work together maybe we can crack it."
Larry was right that it was a long, difficult job and plenty messy. But after a couple of hours the bike was back together and Larry kick-started it. "Aaah, music to my ears, listen to that baby purr, kid. Damn, I couldn't a' done it without you. You ever want a permanent job, Ben, you know where to come.
"But that's it for today, kid. This is Palm Springs, land of sun and swimming pools – you can't spend your whole time here in a grungy workshop. Damn look at us, we're a fucking greasy mess. Let's get back to the house and get cleaned up."
Larry drove them back home and when they got out of the truck they pulled off their shirts and used them to wipe off some of the grease. Shirtless in jeans they walked through the gate and saw all the guys sitting by the pool.
Then Ben stopped in his tracks and his heart missed a beat. There had been five guys when they left, and now there were six. The extra guy was Jason.
GONE FISHING
Ben had an irrational moment of panic and confusion. Jason? Why was he here?
Then Jason stood up, flashed a dazzling smile and opened his arms wide. Ben rushed forward and threw himself against his master who folded his arms round him in a tight hug. Jason could feel Ben's heart pounding against his chest and when at last he pushed back he held the boy at arm's length. "Hey, he grinned, who is this grubby grease monkey anyway. Do I know you?"
"I'm your boy, sir ... Ben."
"Of course you are," Jason laughed, "and am I glad to see you! I drove out here to find you and the guys told me you were at Larry's working on a bike. But it looks like the bike worked on you."
Ben blushed under all the grease, "It did get a bit messy, sir. Do you want me to clean up?"
"Nah, I kinda like that urchin look. I've got a more important question, though. Have you ever been fishing?"
Ben looked puzzled. "Fishing, sir? Er, a long time ago I did and I loved it."
"Well you're gonna love it again kiddo. Come on, I've got something to show you." Ben glanced questioningly at Mike who smiled and nodded his encouragement. Jason took Ben's arm, pulled him to the gate and out to where his truck was parked.
"Wow ..." Ben's eyes opened wide, staring at a rowboat resting in the back of Jason's truck.
"See, kiddo, after my session with Doc Steve, which consisted of a lot of flexed muscles and macho posing, I realized that I wanted you more than ever. I wanted to take you somewhere I could make up for the shitty way I've been treating you. I wasn't sure where to take you until I spoke to Randy and Bob, and Randy had a great idea.
"In the past he has often gone to a small lake he knows of way up in the Angeles National Forest. It's hidden and remote so a guy can be alone there. Randy took Bob up there soon after they met, and he's taken his boy Pablo several times. He told me of one time he and Zack took Pablo and Darius there and the Forest Ranger Pete stumbled across them as they were fucking and he threatened to arrest them. Well, you know how that turned out.
"Anyway, Randy offered to lend me his boat that you see right here. And Will packed up a whole bunch of food and a small hibachi for us to cook fish on. I grabbed some of your clothes and threw them in the truck too, so we're all set. What do you say, kiddo. You up for it?"
Ben gazed at Jason and tears ran down his face, streaking the dirt and grease on the cheeks. "Hey, hey, kid, if you don't wanna go you just have to say ..."
"I do want to, sir. More than anything in the world. You really mean just you and me? I mean, you don't think I would bore you, sir?"
"Hey, cut that out – you're better than that. I love you, Ben and you've never bored me. Oh sure, I lost my way for a while and chose the guy in the mirror over my beautiful gypsy boy. But Steve helped me see my mistake. And a few days up at the lake, you and me, is just what we need. Hell, men take their boys fishing all the time – it's a guy thing." Jason grinned, "But maybe you should get cleaned up before we hit the road. People might think I'm neglecting my kid."
"I don't care what anyone thinks, sir. We're together, that's all that counts." They went back inside and Ben gushed to the expectant group, "We're going up the lake ... Jason and me ...he's taking me fishing ... up at the lake. Is that OK, sir?" he asked Mike Mike smiled, "Ben, what if I said you couldn't go, you had to stay and help Larry?" Ben looked stunned and Mike roared with laughter. "Just kidding, Ben. If I tried to stop you Jason would tie you up and throw you in the truck himself."
"Hmm" Jason grinned, "thanks for the idea buddy. OK, kid, get in the shower so we can hit the road." Ben dashed into the house and Jason said, "Mike, I've gotta thank you for being such a pal and taking care of my kid the way you did. I've been a damn fool and without you it could a' been a lot worse. I owe you one, man. And you too, Larry ... seems Ben loved working with you, and I hope that won't be the last time"
"Me too, sir," said Larry. "He's a terrific mechanic and a great kid."
"Just make sure you take good care of the boy up there, stud." Mike said. "At least there won't be any mirrors there."
"Yes there will, Mike. Ben's sparkling eyes will be my mirrors – and that's all I need."
JASON & BEN SWAP STORIES
As Ben got cleaned up and put on shorts and a clean T-shirt the other boys watched excitedly. "Dude," Eddie gushed, "it is so cool how this has worked out. You are gonna have so much fun, and you're gonna get fucked rotten by your fireman you know that."
"I'm counting on it, dude," Ben grinned. "But I don't care, just as long as I'm with Jason. Thanks for everything, dudes. I was a mess when I came out here and you all cheered me up."
It was a boisterous group who went out to the gate with them. Jason hugged Hassan and Adam and then Mike, emotionally. The boys fussed round Ben, and Eddie's goodbye was so elaborate that Hassan said, "Hey kid, he's going to the lake not up the Amazon." Amid all the laughter Ben climbed into the truck with Jason and they were off.
For the first mile or two there was a shy silence between them as they got used to the idea of being alone together again. Jason was wearing cargo shorts and a loose tank top. As Ben glanced at him he thought how the loose tank showed off his muscular torso even more than a tight shirt would have done. But he only risked quick glances – he was careful not to spoil things by staring at him and drooling as if he idolized him – even though he did, of course.
Jason caught his furtive looks. "Kiddo, you can touch me, you know. I won't break." Ben slid his hand over to Jason's thigh and rested it on the bare leg below his shorts. Jason grinned and steering with his left hand threw his right arm across Ben's shoulder. "That's better," Jason grinned. "Should take us a couple of hours to get there. I was up there once a long time ago and Randy gave me directions again. Just past Cedar Springs on the Angeles Crest Highway."
After another silence Jason wanted to draw the kid out so he asked, "So what was all that stuff going on between Hassan and Adam, did you see what they were doing out there in the desert?"
We didn't see, it sir `cos they went out to what we call Hassan's desert dungeon, but Hassan told Eddie and he told us boys."
"Yeah, I bet he did – exaggerations included."
Ben eagerly told him the story of how the Marine and the Aussie, two alpha males, were competing to see who was the top man and they ended tied up together, both of them captor and captive and submitting to each other."
"Sounds hot," Jason grinned. "Reminds me a bit of Steve's `therapy' for me. That was a contest too, a posing competition, though it involved bondage too." He described to a wide-eyed Ben the erotic scene in the basement with Lloyd and Tommy, neither of them strangers to jerking off before a mirror. "Like I said it was all flexed muscles and posing, but the weird part was it left me feeling empty. That's when I realized how much I needed you kiddo – and never wanted to see another mirror again."
Ben frowned in thought. "Sir ... I really got off on watching you jerk off to your own reflection. You mean, that's all over?"
"Nah, probably not, Ben, but from now on it'll be different. Next time it'll involve you – both of us admiring each other in the mirror and most of all us watching ourselves while I fuck that sweet ass of yours."
"Yes sir, that'd be hot. Pity we won't have any mirrors at the lake."
Jason chuckled. "That's what Mike said, but you know what I told him? Your eyes will be my mirrors, kid, and my eyes will be yours. You know that thing Bob always describes when he's making love to Randy and they see themselves reflected in each other's eyes. It's like they step into another world and see each other's souls."
"Hmm," Ben frowned, "you think we could ever be like that, sir?"
"Dunno, kiddo, maybe something like it. That lake can me kinda magical."
A MAGICAL WORLD
As they got closer and climbed up the winding road into Angeles Forest Ben got more excited. But it was no longer that nervous excitement where he was afraid the dream would vanish. He was sitting next to Jason the way he had always done in the past, the fireman's boy, sure that he was loved. The misery of the last few weeks evaporated and he looked forward to the excitement to come.
"Let's see, now," Jason said as he slowed down through Cedar Springs. "We have to look for the Forest Ranger bulletin board."
"There it is, sir ... there it is on this side."
"Great, now we go half a mile further and ..."
"Was that it sir, that little path we just passed?"
"Sharp eyes, kiddo," Jason said, backing up slowly. He pulled off onto the barely visible dirt track and they bumped along for another mile or so until they came through a clump of trees and saw it – the still blue water of the lake, itself like a mirror, and the small beach surrounded by dense trees. They parked behind the beach, got out of the truck and Jason held Ben's hand as they walked down to the water's edge.
It was late afternoon and the sun was still high, its light glittering on the placid water. "It is magical, sir. I can feel it, can't you?"
Jason turned and smiled at Ben. "I know what you mean, kid. Hey, how about a swim?"
Ben laughed and kicked off his sneakers. He pulled off his shirt, dropped his shorts and walked naked into the water. When he was knee-deep the young gypsy turned round and smiled his blue-eyed urchin smile. "It's a bit cold, sir. Come and keep me warm."
And that was the moment Jason fell in love with Ben all over again. Sure, he would keep him warm, this shy, gutsy boy – always. He stripped naked and charged in after Ben, threw his arms round him and they fell forward in the water wrapped tight together. When they surfaced the inevitable water fight happened, splashing each other as Ben broke into peals of laughter.
They swam further out and Jason grabbed him. "Now I've got you, boy. You're at my mercy."
"You think so, sir?" Ben put his hand on Jason's head and pushed him under the water. After a few seconds Jason broke the surface sputtering. "OK, kid, that does it, you're gonna get it. You've had this coming for a long, long time." He pulled Ben's face toward him into a long passionate kiss as they treaded water chest to chest.
When at last they separated they gasped for air and stared deep into each other's eyes. Jason reached under the water and grabbed Ben's rock hard cock. "Thought so," Jason grinned. "How about this?" He pulled Ben's hand underwater and pressed it on his own cock that was also stiff as a pole. "Impressive, no?"
Ben nodded, his eyes sparkling. "OK, kiddo, race you to shore."
Jason watched as Ben splashed through the water with frantic strokes trying to beat Jason to the beach. Jason could easily have won the race but he held back and watched as Ben reached shallower water and stumbled up to the beach. The water on Jason's face was not only from the lake, it was tears brimming in his eyes as he gazed at his eager boy, and especially his bare ass, flexing as he ran. "Oh fuck," he murmured to himself. "I love the kid ... I want him so bad."
He swam with powerful strokes and ran up the beach behind Ben. When he caught up with him he grabbed him, spun him around and wrapped hm in another hungry embrace, one hand straying down the boy's back and stroking his ass. He pulled away and said. "Don't you dare move, boy, stay right where you are."
Jason went to the truck and pulled out a large blanket that he shook out and spread on the grass at the top of the beach. Ben watched in excited fascination, pretty sure where this was heading. Jason rejoined him, scooped him up in his arms and carried him to the blanket. "And now, kiddo, I'm gonna make love to my boy. Something I should have done weeks ago."
He laid him gently on the blanket and stood towering over him. Ben looked up at him, his handsome face backlit by the sun, water still running down his gleaming muscles. "Are ... are you gonna butt-fuck me, sir?"
"Duh!" Jason chuckled. "What the hell d'you think I'm gonna do to my handsome boy, eh?" Ben hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back, offering his ass to his master. Jason knelt down behind his ass leaned forward between his legs and tweaked Ben's nipples in his fingers. "Feel good, kiddo?"
"I think I'm floating, sir. I'm so happy."
Jason braced his hands on the ground beside Ben's chest and pressed the head of his cock between his ass cheeks. "Wet cock, wet ass, no need for lube eh?" he smiled. "Now for the moment of truth ... and the truth is I love you, Ben. I love you, kid."
Ben's eyes opened wide as he felt the fireman's shaft easing into his as, penetrating him slowly all the way down and coming to rest deep inside him. Jason smiled and eased the head over the inner sphincter and massaged it back and forth.
Ben gasped and stared up at the stunning face with its chiseled features, high cheek bones and square lantern jaw, his muscles rippling as his body rose and lowered over him. The erotic sight, and the electric sensation that radiated from his ass, combined to make Ben lose all control. He groaned, "Aaah ... I'm gonna cum, sir ... I can't stop ... aaah." His cock spurted streams of cum that splashed down on him, all the way up to his neck and swarthy face.
"I'm sorry, sir, I couldn't stop ... you're so ... but don't stop, sir, please ... I can cum again ..."
"No sweat, kid, I love watching you shoot. And there's no way I'm gonna stop, not until I empty my jizz in that sweet ass. Now that you've let off steam we can take it easy and I can really make love to my boy."
And so he did, with all the pent-up passion of the last few frustrating weeks. For what seemed an eternity Jason eased his cock slowly in and out of the warm velvet ass in long tender strokes, his eyes piercing Ben's who gazed up in wonder. The whole scene was like a dream for the boy, lying by the lake in this magical place surrendering himself body and soul to the magnificent man making love to him.
Jason bent low, smiled and kissed the awestruck young gypsy, their mouths churning together as Jason's cock churned in his ass. When their mouths separated Jason said, "See, kid, it's like I said. I can see myself reflected in your eyes. They're my mirror from now on. Looks pretty damn good too," he grinned playfully. "How about you, can you find a handsome dark young gypsy anywhere in my eyes?"
He bent a bit closer and Ben smiled, "Yes, sir. I can see the lucky boy who's getting his ass fucked by a gorgeous fireman."
"And how does the kid look?"
"Happy as a clam, sir. The longer I look the deeper I can see ... like right inside you, sir."
"Good, now stay quiet, just keep looking at me, searching my eyes. Let everything else go while I love your face and make love to your ass."
Ben found it easy to let go – he lost sight of where he was, lost all sense of time, even the feel of the warm sun on his flesh. To the gentle background sounds of the breeze through the reeds at water's edge and the water lapping the shore he drifted into a different world, a fantastical world he shared only with Jason, a world where Jason made love to him without stopping.
"That's right, Ben," Jason smiled, reading his thoughts. "It's just us, alone in our own private world where nothing can hurt or separate us, where we make love over and over again."
Ben reached up and ran his hands over the mounds of Jason's pecs, then his washboard abs and long, slim waist that he found so sexy. "We could do this all day and all night, sir, in our own little world."
"Except for one thing, kid. Once in a while we'd have to stop to cum. Like right now ... I'm trying to hold back but your ass is so damn hot my balls are fit to explode. You've already cum and I was waiting to see if ..."
"No problem there, sir, I can cum again whenever you tell me to."
"Hands free?"
"Hand free, sir."
Jason leaned forward and pressed Ben's wrists to the blanket. "Let's stay in our world kiddo where cumming is more about love than friction. It's all in the eyes." He gazed deep into Ben's eyes. "Stay with me kiddo and you'll see. Look at me, lose yourself in me, feel my cock in your ass and forget everything else. Most important thing. "Do you love me, Ben?"
"More than anything in the world sir."
"Good then show me. Cum when I cum."
Jason buried his cock deep and then didn't move – like a still-life of a man and his boy joined together under the warm sun. Jason stared down at Ben who was in a trance, lost in his master's penetrating blue eyes, and hypnotized by his voice.
"See, kid, this is what love is. I forgot that for a while but you made me remember. I'm inside you, inside my boy. Your eyes are so beautiful, Ben, they're gonna make me cum. You feel me filling your ass? You feel it swelling inside you? Cum for me, boy ... make me cum ... you know you can, `cos we love each other. See ... here it comes. Do it for me, Ben. Now ..."
They didn't move, lost together in that other world, and Ben sighed deeply as his cock reared up and spurted cum for a second time while Jason flashed a gleaming smile and filled his ass with the juice Ben had dreamed of for so long. He wanted to stay in this world forever.
SURPRISE NEWS FROM HOME
"We should stay like this forever, sir," Ben said dreamily a few minutes later.
He was lying on the blanket resting his head on Jason's chest who had his arms wrapped round his boy. "Not a bad idea, kid ... except for one thing. Don't you think we might get a bit hungry sooner or later? By the way, how are you at cooking dinner?"
"Pretty good, sir."
"How about catching dinner? See, that's one of the things when a man takes his boy fishing. They're supposed to catch fish."
"You mean take the boat out on the lake, sir?"
"That is the general idea. We fuck, we fish, and fuck again. And somewhere in there we sleep. So it's time to go boating, young Ben."
They kissed once more, then scrambled to their feet and pulled on boxer shorts. Ben helped Jason lift the rowboat down from the truck and Jason loaded it with two rods and all the fishing gear. They dragged the boat across the sand and into the shallow water where Jason jumped in and grabbed the oars. The boat drifted away from shore and Ben yelled, "Hey, wait for me, sir."
"Wade out ... quick," Jason shouted and held out an oar for Ben to grab onto. Jason pulled the oar on board and then, in an untidy heap, Ben. He fell on top of Jason and as they disentangled themselves on the bottom of the boat Jason groaned, "This has not begun well, kiddo. We're more like a comedy team than fishermen. Now let's try to get our act together."
Ben was giggling but in a few minutes order was restored. Jason bated their hooks and they cast their lines out, one on each side. "OK, now we wait. It's almost evening so the fish should be biting." They sat face to face, their legs rubbing against each other affectionately, each of them getting used to the idea of time alone with each other, just two men in a boat."
The setting was idyllic. The sun was sinking low and its golden rays set the still waters on fire. The breeze had dropped and the only sound was the water lapping gently against the boat. Ben's mind went back to his friends in town and he tried to keep a snapshot of this golden moment in his mind to relay to his pal Eddie and the other boys.
Jason said, "While we wait for the fish I wanna tell you what happened back in town after my `therapy session'" ... (accompanied by air quotes) ... "with Steve. More like an orgy of narcissists actually. Anyway, that evening I had dinner with Randy and Bob, Pablo and Darius, and the twins.
"You know Bob, he don't mince words and he was pretty hard on Pablo for shredding you the way he did. Randy stirred a bit and clenched his fists hearing his boy criticized like that but he knew he couldn't stop Bob, and anyway he knew he was right.
"Pablo had the grace to apologize and said that it was the pressure of work that made him lose his temper. He asked me to tell you he was sorry and he'd make it up to you. But I saw Bob give Randy a slight nod and I knew they had discussed this earlier between them. And that's when Randy came up with his idea.
"See, all these years Pablo has been doing double duty, servicing the trucks and machinery at the construction site and taking care of all the motorbikes and vehicles of the guys at the house. So Randy came up with the idea (or he and Bob did) that Pablo should concentrate exclusive on his work on the site, and the bikes and trucks at the house should be the responsibility of some other mechanic – you, kiddo." Ben gave a startled smile.
"They ran it by me first as you're my boy, and I thought it was a great idea, even more so after hearing Larry say what a great mechanic you are. For a long time I've wanted you to have more responsibility, not just be an assistant to Pablo. You would be in charge of the tribe's vehicles and work closely with Randy, Bob and all the other guys – like keeping your big brother Randy's Harley tuned up. How does that grab you, kiddo?"
"I would love that, sir and I know I could do a good job. But, er, how did Pablo react to that?"
"Oh he could see it was a good idea and would take a lot of pressure off him. But at dinner he got sidetracked by something Darius said." Jason grinned. "And here's where it got really interesting, kiddo.
"You know that as lovers those two have been fucking and fighting for years and this time Darius picked on Pablo for the way he had treated you. You're a senior boy,' Darius said, you should be careful the way you treat junior boys. Hell, you've got a boy of your own, Tyler. I hope you treat him better than that.'
"Well you can imagine how Pablo's anger flared up. He clenched his fists and would have taken a swing at Darius except for the threatening glare that Bob leveled at him. Instead he said, `Maybe I could take that from you, asshole, if you had a boy of your own. But you don't so you have no idea what it takes.' Now here, Ben, is the bit that made me and everyone sit up."
Ben listened wide-eyed. "So Darius said, `Don't worry, man, I soon will. I been talking to my man Zack and he thinks I should have found a boy of my own a long time ago. So I've been keeping my eyes open for a kid I could take under my wing. I've got a few ideas and it may surprise you what I come up with. And one thing's for sure, I'll treat my boy a damn sight better than your treated Ben.'
"One growl from Randy put a stop to their quarrel, but what do you think of that piece of news?"
"Wow, I wonder if Eddie knows. `Course he does, he knows everything. I bet the grapevine is already buzzing about that. I wonder what kind of boy Darius would choose."
"Guess we'll find out. In the meantime," Jason grinned, "here we are in our own little world, kid, far away from all that. We're gonna have a great time together here – I've got plans for you."
"Maybe starting now, sir?" Ben said with his urchin smile. "I've never fucked in a boat before." Suddenly the boat rocked a little. "What's that ...what was that?"
"A fish ... we hooked a fish. Remember what I said, kid – we fuck, we fish and fuck again. We gotta get a system going here, like firemen do."
"We're not fighting fires here, sir."
"You speak for yourself, kid. I got a fire burning down in my groin that you can take care of later. But right now I'm gonna show you how to land a fish."
TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 479
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