A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 489 By Rob Williams

Chapter 489 – "THE COP, HIS BOY & THE DOCTOR"

IN THIS CHAPTER: The cop Mark takes his boy Jamie away for a few days to recuperate from his surfing accident and resulting concussion. After a master/boy role reversal in a wild fuck-on-a-truck session they head to Uncle Mike and Larry in Palm Springs where talk centers on Jamie's hunky doctor, Chad. They know little about Chad, but want to know more. Is he or isn't he? They are about to find out in a surprising way. ___________________________________________________________________

IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Jamie was more than Mark's boy – he was his man.

They made a stunning couple – Jamie the iconic California surfer with the golden tan, athletic build, tousled blond hair and a sexy smile – Mark the blond police officer with his muscular physique and chiseled square-jawed features.

Under Mark's care Jamie had grown and matured, from the wild street boy Mark had first met to a self-assured young jock, one of the senior boys and the tribe's office manager. A proud Mark saw them as equals rather than master and boy, though Jamie still preferred to call the cop `sir'.

Equals or not, one thing was clear to the whole tribe – they were crazy in love with each other. Each evening they followed the same sexual ritual where Jamie would wait naked on the bed for Mark to come home hot and horny after eight hours on a throbbing motorcycle.

This perfect life made the recent traumatic event even more shattering for Mark.

Jamie had left home early one morning to go surfing in Malibu, something he did often, but this time he had had a bad wipeout, falling from the crest of a wave and hitting his head on a rock. He had been taken to the Intensive Care Unit of Santa Monica Hospital where the doctor in charge was named Chad, a handsome man about Mark's age, whom Mark had known a little in the past when he was a Santa Monica cop.

"The prognosis is what we docs call `guarded', Mark," Chad said. "His concussion is deep but his vital signs are stable, so all we can do now is watch and wait. Sometimes all it takes to wake a patient like this is some stimulus, a sound, even the sound of your voice, Mark."

And so Mark kept a bedside vigil that lasted all night, talking endlessly in case Jamie could hear. He was supported by Bob and Randy, the two founders of the tribe who were both in love with Mark. But in the end it was Mark alone who brought Jamie from his deep sleep. He stroked him, touched his cock and talked about how they fucked every day. Then at last he kissed him and his eyes flickered open.

Chad smiled, "What did you do, Mark, give Sleeping Beauty the kiss of life or something?"

"Something like that, Chad. Part of our cop training."

"Cop training be damned," Chad grinned.

Jamie was released later that day and went home to cheers from the men and boys of the tribe. Then he and Mark made love – slow, careful tender love as if nothing else existed outside their sun-dappled room. And that's how their adventure ended – repeating their daily ritual where the young surfer spurted juice on his naked body while the cop came deep in his ass.

And suddenly they were tired. Mark had not slept all night and a post-trauma fatigue drifted over his boy. But before they slept Mark murmured, "How would you like it if we took a few days off in the desert at Uncle Mike's place in Palm Springs? It's a great place to rest and recuperate and you could see your old buddy Larry? We have to be careful but would you be up for that?"

"I'd love it, sir. The doc, Chad, said I wasn't to go back to work until after he's checked me out in a week. I really liked Chad, didn't you, sir?"

"Yeah, I knew him a bit some years ago when I worked in Santa Monica. He's even better looking now than he was then. Looks like he's been working out at the gym – or on his surfboard – or both. .

"Funny thing, sir. You remember Chad mentioned to us he might be going away for a few days? Well, I heard him tell the nurses that he might head out to the desert. Jamie's eyes gleamed. "Hey, wouldn't it be cool if we ran into him?"

"Hardly likely, kiddo. Palm Springs is a big town now. Anyway, we know nothing about him – a guy like that is most likely married with kids. So don't get any ideas, buddy."

********************** CHAPTER 489 ***********************

<><> BACK TO LIFE <><>

Not surprisingly Mark and Jamie slept soundly for the rest of the afternoon. Jamie's buddy Nate kept a discreet eye on them at Bob's suggestion. He quietly opened the bedroom door and listened for the comforting sound of their steady breathing as they slept in each other's arms.

When Nate emerged he was met by a wide-eyed Eddie, eager as always for news. "Still fast asleep, mate," Nate said in his Aussie drawl.

Eddie frowned, "I hope they wake up before dinner. The twins and Will are cooking up a storm and all the guys wanna celebrate Jamie's coming back from the dead."

"A bit dramatic, don't you think Eddie? I wouldn't throw that word around too much if I were you."

"Yeah, you're right, dude. How about `woke up from the big sleep'?"

"Marginally better," Nate grinned, "though `big sleep' often means ... well you know ... bit the dust, bought the farm."

"Yeah. Prob'ly better to say nothing at all."

"You mate? Say nothing at all? Is that even possible?"

"Nah, prob'ly not. Ah, here's Brandon. Everything going OK in the office dude?"

"Yeah, I can pick up what Jamie was working on, so we can manage for the week he's off. Thank god we hired Ryan when we did, he's taken to the work like a duck to water. So what's the news on the surfer and the cop, Nate?"

"Just what I was coming to find out," said Bob joining them. The boys reflexively stood up straighter, their usual instinct when the much-loved leader showed up.

Nate said, "I checked a few minutes ago, sir, and they were both fast asleep."

"Better check again, Aussie boy." That was Mark who had just opened the door and stood in just his boxers stretching and yawning. "I just slid out of bed and Jamie was starting to come to his senses too. He's probably gonna be hungry – hasn't eaten anything since the Grady House party. Only nutrition he's had is that IV drip in the hospital."

Eddie chimed in, "That's just what I was saying, sir. Will and the twins are cooking up a feast and everyone wants to celebrate Jamie coming back from the ..." he winced as he caught Nate's fierce warning glance ... "er, back from the hospital."

Jamie suddenly appeared at the door butt naked, running his hand through his tousled hair. "Hey, who d'you have to fuck to get a bite to eat around here? I'm starved."

"You, my man, are not gonna fuck anyone right now, food or not," Mark said. "You're supposed to be resting – we don't wanna risk a relapse or whatever."

"But food is not a problem, Jamie," Bob smiled. "Eddie was right, the chefs are preparing a big dinner, and if it turns into a celebration so much the better, provided you're up to it. As Mark said, you have to be really careful, so if you'd prefer a quiet dinner in your room ..."

"No thank you, sir, I say let's party. I gotta thank all you guys for pulling together to support me and Mark."

"We sure did, dude," Eddie said. "When we got the bad news everything became a big fuck-fest around here, everyone fucking like jack rabbits to send you big old vibes to wake you up. And see – it worked."

"OK, I give up," Mark grinned, "have your party. But Jamie, at the first sign of fatigue you're going back to bed, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, officer. Loud and clear."

<><> HOW ABOUT THAT HUNKY DOCTOR? <><>

Dinner was a crowded affair as everyone wanted to be there to congratulate Jamie on his recovery. The tribe gathered round the long table set up outdoors while Mark and Jamie showered and eventually emerged to cheers and applause.

Jamie was wearing his usual board shorts and T-shirt, the only signs of his recent accident being the strangely incongruous soft brace round his neck, and the bandage on his forehead. Before he left the hospital they had removed the bandana-like bandage that Bob had said made him look like a pirate, and replaced it with a smaller gauze patch taped to his forehead.

The men quietly praised Mark, for keeping his all-night vigil by Jamie's bed, but the boys were buzzing, firing questions at Jamie, mostly about the hospital – specifically the doctor.

"Hey mate," Nate said in his Australian drawl, "how about that doc I saw when I came down there with your clothes? Damn he looked hot. He could tuck me into bed any night of the week."

Jamie laughed, "You mean Chad. Yeah he is kind of a stud. Mark knew him slightly from the days he was a cop in Santa Monica, right sir?"

"Yeah, I sometimes had to go to the hospital to take statements from patients after a shooting or car wreck, and I thought the doc was quite the looker then. But he looks even hotter now – with that sexy stubble on his chiseled face and a ripped body he's obviously worked on at the gym, and he surfs too. Real nice guy, but I don't know anything else about him – lifestyle, whether he has a wife, kids, that kinda stuff."

"But guess what, guys," Jamie grinned. "Mark's taking me to Uncle Mike's in Palm Springs for a few days rest and recuperation ... and I heard Chad tell the nurses he's going there too."

Eddie chimed in (inevitably). "Dude, take my advice. You gotta be careful of those hot stud doctors in those sexy scrubs they wear. They can be real seductive – I should know. When I worked at Uncle Mike's bar, a lifetime ago, I met this doc who loved to get his dick sucked. And being a doc he knew all about a guy's body and his ... what d'ya call it ... erroneous zones."

"Erogenous, kid," his master Hassan smiled next to him. "They're called erogenous zones."

"Yeah that's the ones. Like I said, he knew just what buttons to press. I mean picture it." He raised his palms dramatically and was off and running. "There I am on my knees sucking his dick and he grabs my ears and tickles a spot behind them – went straight for my error-genius zones. And another time you'll never guess where his shoved his finger ..."

"So why don't you leave everyone guessing, kiddo?" Hassan said, ruffling his hair.

"OK," Eddie grinned, "and whoever guesses right gets a deluxe Eddie blow job."

Thanks to motor-mouth Eddie the conversation had strayed from Jamie's doctor, so Mark pulled it back. "Well I somehow don't think Chad will get the chance to research our erogenous or `error-genius' zones or anything else – nor would he even want to – as it's highly unlikely we'll run across him by chance. He'll probably be staying in some family-friendly hotel with a wife and two kids."

Bob smiled. "On behalf of the boys, Mark, thank you for pricking their balloon."

"Yeah," Eddie muttered, "a guy and dream can't he. I mean all it takes ..."

Eddie got no farther as Hassan clamped a hand over his mouth.

The celebratory dinner was a great success, uniting all the guys in a collective sense of relief that Jamie was on the road to recovery. Mark and Jamie were the first to leave when Mark stood up and said, "Gentlemen, Jamie and I thank you for being so supportive over the last couple of days. I think the boys call it circling the wagons, and as Eddie said, the vibes you all sent out with that fuck-fest did the trick."

"With a little help from a cop's kiss of life, sir," Jamie grinned.

"And there are more where that came from. But right now I've got to get the patient back to bed for a long night's sleep – and I do mean sleep."

They were both tired and in bed Mark wrapped his arms round his boy, kissed him one last time and they fell asleep. Several times during the night Mark woke briefly and checked on Jamie to make sure he was sleeping normally. He didn't use a needle prick like the doc, though. He tested him with a light kiss on the cheek and when Jamie reacted with a smile and a murmur Mark knew things were as they should be.

<><> IT'S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN <><>

Earlier in the day Mark had spoken to Mike by phone and he and his boy Larry had urged them to come out to the desert as soon as possible. "We've been real anxious since we heard the news, Mark. But as soon as he's fit enough to make the drive out here we'll make sure your boy rests up well – no excitement, just kicking back with his pal Larry."

So the next morning they got ready to leave right after breakfast. Mark made a point of thanking Bob and Randy once again for their staunch support of him throughout the night in the hospital. "You guys were incredible, real true buddies. When we get back I'll think of something I can do to really show my thanks to you men."

"Oh don't worry," Randy grinned salaciously, "we've already worked that out. We know just what you're gonna do."

Nate helped them load their gear in Mark's truck and the guys gave them a raucous send off as they hit the road. In a few minutes they swung onto the 10 freeway for the two-hour drive east and Mark said, "Just like old times, eh buddy?"

"Yeah, and all that stuff's behind us."

"Well, this trip is to make sure of that. You gotta take it easy, Jamie. I know how active you are but the common mistake a lot of guys make after a medical setback is to do too much too soon. In a week doctor Chad will run his tests and hopefully clear you as fully recovered and that'll be the end of that."

Jamie was pensive. "Pity in a way that we won't be seeing the doc again after that. I liked him and I kinda got off on him pricking and prodding me and staring into my eyes like they do."

"Don't get carried away, dude. I admit he's hot looking but, like I said, my bet would be married with a couple of kids."

"Didn't you even ask him about himself, sir?"

"I kinda had other things on my mind, dude – namely the boy I loved lying there in a coma. Wasn't really the time or place for me to say, "Hey, doc, d'you get off on sucking cock?"

Jamie laughed. "Maybe not, but I gotta say I got a kinda vibe from him, especially the way he looked at you. How about that line, `What did you do, Mark, give Sleeping Beauty the kiss of life or something'?"

"He was just kidding, stating the obvious. I mean you had been sleeping and you are a beauty. Like me he was relieved you had woken up."

"Well I think he's hot. I wouldn't mind watching you fuck him ... and you wouldn't mind doing it either ... come on `fess up, man."

"Well sure, but I don't waste my time fantasizing about hypothetical stuff that's never gonna happen. I don't need that when I've got a real-life fantasy sitting right next to me – that well-known California icon of a gorgeous young blond surfer stud in board shorts ... and, er, sporting a boner, I see."

"That shouldn't be a surprise, sir. I myself am sitting next to my own icon – a handsome blond muscle-god cop wearing a black ribbed tank top that he knows darn well is my favorite and he wore it to turn me on. And it worked. We, er, gonna pull off the highway in the usual place, sir?"

He was referring to their usual habit of pulling off the road halfway there and driving into the desert scrub where Mark would open the tailgate of the truck, sit Jamie on it and fuck him. But now Mark was adamant.

"Oh no. Not this trip. When will you get it into that handsome noggin that you're here to rest up, not fuck your brains out? No, we will not pull off the highway, no we will not fuck, and no you will quit bugging me about it."

<><> FUCK-ON-A-TRUCK <><>

A short time later the truck was bumping its way over the dirt trail through the desert scrub to a remote stand of trees. "Fuck you, man – and I mean that in a good way – but why do I always give into you and do what you want?"

"Because you love me, sir?" Jamie grinned roguishly.

Dammit, I do. But you take advantage – it's emotional blackmail. You've got me over a barrel."

"Now there's a thought, sir."

Jamie was determined to show Mark he was as good as new, back to health and back to his old assertive self – Mark's `man'. He did not need to be coddled like an invalid.

The truck pulled into the clump of trees that hid it from view (not that there was anyone within miles to see them). They got out and walked round to the back where Mark let down the tailboard and pulled padded tarps over it as he always did.

But he was right when he had said, `Not this trip'.

He was about to turn and face Jamie when suddenly Jamie shoved him forward so he fell on his face on the flatbed, feet on the ground and bent forward over the tailgate. "What the fuck ...?

But before he could react Jamie had pulled down Mark shorts, yanked out his own cock and spat on it. "Aaagh!" The cop's yell was carried away on the desert breeze as Jamie buried his cock in his master's ass. Mark's first instinct was to fight back but the feeling of his boy's dick moving inside his ass was so good that he stayed bent over the tailgate, his arms stretched forward on the flatbed, and even pushed his ass higher to get the full impact.

Jamie pressed his palms flat on the solid cheeks of the cop's ass and drove his hard rod inside him. "Sorry, sir, but I gotta show you I'm just fine and ready for action – any kind of action."

"Fuck you, boy."

"No, fuck you, sir. Think of it as my way of thanking you for all you did for me." He pounded harder and Mark groaned with the pleasure of feeling his boy, his man, inside him. But he wanted to look at him ... and so did Jamie. He pulled out and flipped Mark over on his back on the flatbed, his legs hanging over the edge of the tailboard as Jamie himself had been so often when Mark fucked him. Only now their roles were reversed.

"Might as well do this right," Jamie said. "You're stronger than me so we better even the odds. Mark's arms were stretched upward and in a few minutes his wrists were tied to ropes that stretched up to hooks in the corner of the flatbed. Mark stared up at his muscled surfer jock and willingly surrendered his ass to him. He loved it when Jamie asserted his masculinity and grew from his boy to his man. He became Mark's equal – just younger.

"Now you'll know how I always feel," Jamie grinned. He pushed Mark's legs back, pressed the tip of his cock between his ass cheeks and thrust it in again. Mark's blond hair flew as his head jerked back, then he stared up at the face of the young man he loved and had almost lost. "Damn I love you, man. Yeah, fuck that ass."

Careful not to over-exert himself Jamie fucked with a steady rhythm, gazing down in awe at the blond cop in the black tank top, his muscles straining and flexing as he pulled at the ropes binding him, a captive tied in the back of the truck getting his ass ploughed.by his own boy.

But pretty soon Jamie started to tire. Mark had been right, he had to be careful. But he wanted to watch Mark cum, so he pulled out of his ass and untied one of his wrists. He pulled himself up on the tail gate and stood astride Mark who was stroking his cock with his free hand. Jamie wrapped his hand round his own cock and said. "You look incredible, sir, a real fantasy."

Mark stared up at the young surfer towering over him, stroking his cock sticking out of his board shorts. "You are so fucking beautiful, man. Damn I wanna feel your juice on me, I wanna taste it, drink it."

"Good, `cos I can't hold back anymore." Jamie stared down at the spectacular sight of the near-naked cop writhing in bondage, one arm tied down to the truck, the other hand pounding his cock. The fantasy image was too hot to resist and he yelled, "Here it comes, officer. Drink your boy's jizz ... yeaahh." Semen spurted from his cock and splashed down on the handsome face, into the blond hair and into the wide open mouth.

As Mark gulped down his boy's juice his own sperm raced up his cock and erupted all over the black tank stretched over his heaving torso.

They stared at each other for long minutes regaining their breath until Mark reached over with his free hand and untied the other. He slid off the truck, reached up and grabbed Jamie's waist, and lowered him gently to the ground where he pulled him into a tight hug and a long passionate kiss.

The only sound was the desert breeze rustling through the sage brush in the middle of this wild, remote place. In the far distance if drivers on the highway had looked really hard they might have glimpsed a truck in a cluster of trees and two small figures beside it. But no one would ever have guessed the figures were a cop and his boy making love in the desert.

<><> MIKE & LARRY – MORE DOC TALK <><>

As the truck regained the highway the two men were silent for a while, still absorbing the homoerotic role reversal of a young stud dominating his master. Finally Mark said, "You sure you're feeling OK, Jamie?"

"After that? Are you kidding, sir? I feel great ... maybe a bit tired though."

"Yeah, well we shouldn't have done that ..." then he grinned, "... though it was fucking hot – pornographic. But when we get to Mike's you're gonna rest up a while, take a nap. It's my job to take care of you, buddy."

They drove through Palm Springs to Mike's sprawling house a few miles out of town, where Mike and Larry were waiting at the gate to greet them.

The older man and his boy were a favorite couple of the tribe, even though they lived two hours away from L.A. The tribe's leaders Bob and Randy had first met Mike at the popular leather/Levi bar that Mike owned, and he had taken an instant liking to the striking pair.

They had quite a history, starting when Randy had flown into one of his rages while staying at the house. But Mike was a tough self-assured man in his late fifties, still handsome with a muscular build and more than a match for Randy. After a fierce tongue lashing – the only man ever to call Randy `boy' – Mike had ordered him out of his house. The shamefaced gypsy had come back to apologize and from then on they formed a deep friendship of love and respect.

Mike was known in the tribe as Uncle Mike because he actually was the uncle of young Brian who had been living a wheelchair-bound life of solitary despair in an old desert trailer park. The tribe had embraced Brian and he was now the much-loved boy of the hot movie-star Grady.

Mike and Larry had a loving May-September relationship. Long ago Larry had been Jamie's buddy when they ran wild on the streets. Jamie of course had been tamed by the authoritarian cop Mark, and much later Larry had met Mike. The sexy young Larry was attracted to older men and the two were now inseparable lovers.

This complex history now made their welcome of Mark and Jamie all the more enthusiastic. Of course they had heard the whole story of Jamie's hospitalization and now shared Mark's concern for helping him recuperate. There were warm hugs all round and anxious questions about Jamie's current health."

"Doing just fine, sir," Jamie assured Uncle Mike. "Don't let the bandage fool you – my head had a fight with a rock. They gave me a neck brace to wear for a couple of days but I don't need it now. I had a deep concussion but I ask you, how could a guy stay asleep when a hunky cop sits by your bed, then leans over and kisses you?"

"You sure haven't lost that golden glow you always have, boy," Mike smiled. "And for once it don't come from one of those fuck-on-a-truck pit-stops you two always make on the drive here."

"Don't be so sure about that, Mike," Mark grinned. "This guy can be real horny and real seductive. So against my better judgement we did the deed ... and even reversed roles."

"Damn I would have driven out there to see that," Mike laughed. "But now it's even more important for you to rest. Larry, help your buddy take his gear to the guestroom and make sure he lies down. No monkey business, OK? I know how you two are when you get together. Come on Mark, let's you and me grab a beer, wash that highway dust out of your mouth."

Jamie and Larry went off together, two gossiping buddies, while Mike got a couple of beers and sat with Mark on a bench under a shade tree. "I know Jamie was making light of it all, Mark, but I can only imagine what you were going through. Young Nate kept us posted all the time and we were about to head out there to be with you all when the news came that Jamie woke up."

"Yeah, it was tough, Mike. It's even worse in retrospect but at the time you grit your teeth and do what you have to do. But the doc at the hospital ran all the tests and said everything's looking good. Jamie has to go for a final checkup with the doc in a week."

"And don't tell me," Mike grinned, "the doc is a hunk and fell for Jamie. That's always a favorite fantasy – in porn anyway."

Mark laughed. "You're a wise old owl, Mike. As a matter fact you're partly right. The doc is a hunk – I knew him a bit years ago and he was hot then too. But you're wrong about the second bit. Chad, that's his name, liked Jamie but certainly didn't `fall for' him. All we know about him is that he's a good doctor, good looking and built. I told Jamie, Chad's probably married with kids and not likely to be turned on by a young blond jock no matter how sexy. As a matter of fact I think the doc's coming out here to the Springs for a break, but that has nothing to do with us."

The conversation in the guestroom was running along similar lines. Jamie first asked Larry, "So how's it going with you and Mike, dude?"

"Just gets better and better, Jamie. Mike is such a great guy, I'm crazy about him and he's great in bed, really knows how to treat a guy. But how about you, kid, you really feeling better?"

"Yeah, still get tired but the doc said that's only to be expected for a while. Damn, if you want proof you should a' seen me and Mark on our pit-stop." Jamie described how they had reversed their normal roles and he had fucked Mark, then jerked off all over him."

"Awesome, dude. Like you say, we should a' been there. So, sounds like you're on the mend. You all done with docs and stuff?"

"Not quite, I gotta go and get signed off by the doc next week." Jamie grinned sheepishly. "Matter of fact I'm kinda looking forward to it. His name's Chad and he was real sexy – you know, gorgeous face with that square stubbled jaw, and built like a brick-shithouse under those sexy scrubs they all wear. I got a boner every time he poked and prodded me. I tell ya, he could put his shoes under my bed any time he likes."

"You think he'll come on to you when you see him next?"

"Nah, Mark says it's all wishful thinking and he's right. I mean we don't know anything about him. Mark says he's probably happily married – to a woman, I mean – with who knows how many kids. Weird thing is he's actually coming out here for a couple of days' break. But like Mark said, he's probably in some family-friendly hotel. We sure won't see him, not a chance."

"Damn you always do that, dude," Larry grinned. "Pump me up with a story about a hunky doc then burst my balloon saying he's out of reach. Ah never mind, plenty more hot guys out here, they come here from all over. After you've rested you and Mark should drop into the bar for the afternoon beer-bust. I gotta go and relieve the bartender later so come then.''

<><> IN A DARK CORNER OF THE BAR <><>

And that's pretty much how it went. Larry left Jamie alone and he soon fell asleep on the bed. Sometime later Mark crawled in beside him and they slept together.

When they woke they both had hard-ons but Mark said, "Not now kiddo, Mike said they were ordering food in for lunch. We'll save this for later and I'll get my own back for what you did to me in the truck. Just like I always do in the late afternoon when I get off work."

They showered and joined Mike and Larry outside where lunch was already on the table. It was a chatty meal in the afternoon sun, an opportunity for Mike and Larry to catch up on all the tribe gossip – and there was plenty. But they stayed off the topic of surfing wipeouts, hospitals and doctors. That was a closed subject, plenty more cheerful things to hash over.

Eventually Larry said, "Guys, I gotta go to the bar and give the bartender a break for a while."

"I'll be over soon," Mike said, "to do an inventory check. Say, if you're up to it, Jamie, why don't you guys come with me and hang out there for a while? Might be fun."

"I'm up for it," Jamie said. "After spending thirty-six hours in a deep sleep it's time I got out in the real world again."

Mike chuckled. "I'm not sure you could call a leather/Levi bar the real world, kid. Too much posing, fantasy and S-and-M – standing and modeling. But you'd be real welcome, just take it easy is all."

So Larry left, Jamie and Mark helped Mike clear away lunch, and they set off in Mike's truck. As a gesture to the leather/Levi look Mark and Jamie were in jeans, with Mark looking ultra-sexy in the black ribbed tank top he had worn on the journey – dried cum stains and all – and Jamie in a sleeveless denim shirt that hung open over his ripped chest and abs.

As always when they walked in all heads turned at the sight of the striking blond couple and pretty soon they were surrounded by guys they knew from before and others who wanted to know them. Behind the bar Larry grinned at them. "Always good for business, you guys. We should pay you to stick around every day – we'd have lines round the block."

Gradually things settled down and when their eyes grew accustomed to the low lights of the room they had the chance to check out the crowd – the usual mix of guys in leather, some real bikers, others just posing, and assorted jeans, flannel shirts and quite a few bare chests.

Mike came up and distracted Mark with talk about Larry who was busy serving the thirsty hoards. Which left Jamie alone to scope out the room – mostly pairs or groups but a few single guys cruising. His eye caught one guy standing alone in a dark corner – hard to make out as he leaned casually against the wall, elbows resting on a rail behind him, a beer bottle in one hand.

There was something sexy about him with his slim hips and broad shoulders, though his face was in shadow. Then suddenly he shifted slightly and one of the red ceiling spots caught his face. Jamie's jaw sagged open. He turned round and interrupted Mark and Mike. "Sir, sir, it's him ... I think it's him."

"Hey calm down, dude. It's who ... him who?"

"Chad, sir. I couldn't see properly at first but I think it's him. Over there in the corner."

"Yeah, in your dreams," Mark teased. "Can't be, not in a place like this."

But look, sir, under that red spot ... real slim hips in brown Wrangler-type jeans and ... yeah he's wearing a dark blue V-neck shirt, short sleeves – a scrubs shirt. It has to be him."

Mark narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Well what d'ya know? What are the chances of that?

<><> WHAT'S A GUT LIKE YOU DOING IN A JOINT LIKE THIS? <><>

"Sir, he hasn't seen us ... so maybe we should leave. Maybe there's some kinda doctor-patient rule against this kinda stuff."

"Yeah, we don't wanna embarrass the guy. We should prob'ly go.

Mike had overheard and said, "I can't believe I'm hearing this. What? You two have been going on about some hot stud doc, moaning about him being married with kids, and now here he is on the other side of the room. That's the guy you liked and respected so much. This is a bar, a place for guys to meet – he's here, you're here – and you're gonna ignore him and run away? For god's sake just go over and say hi."

Mark backtracked. "You're absolutely right, Mike, this is ridiculous. Chad's by way of being a friend, and he certainly took great care of Jamie. Of course we should say hello. But just in case there's some doctor/patient embarrassment let me go and talk to him first, Jamie."

Mark went round the side of the room and came up beside Chad unseen. "What's a nice guy like you doing in a joint like this, buddy?"

Startled Chad turned his head and blushed deeply, even under the dim lights. "Oh Jesus, Mark. I might ask you the same thing. You're the last guy I expected to see here." He started to mumble excuses. "I just dropped in by chance ... I was just passing and ..." He smiled nervously. "No that's not true and you know it. I don't wanna insult you with dumb stories.

"Tell you the truth I'm feeling real out of place – don't exactly fit in with this biker crowd, me in Wranglers and one of my scrubs shirts of all things. First time I've ever been in a bar like this, didn't know what to expect."

"Man, with a face and body like yours you'd fit in anywhere, no matter what you're wearing. No need to feel out of place. I'm here with Jamie – look, over there at the bar. And we're here `cos I brought him to the desert to recuperate. We know the bar owner Mike and his boy Larry. They're old friends, we're staying with them. Come and meet them."

He frowned, "I dunno, Mark, I'm not sure if I'm ready to ..." But Mark took him by the arm and propelled him through the crowd to the bar. "Hey, guys, look what I found."

Jamie smiled shyly at Chad. "Hello sir, is it OK for you to talk to me ... that doctor/patient thing?"

"Jamie, we're not in the hospital now we're in a bar. And in a week you won't even be my patient anymore. So I think we can be friends." Jamie said, "Behind the bar here is my old pal Larry ... Larry this is Chad, the doctor who took care of me."

Larry shook hands across the bar. Hey, doc, Jamie's been telling me all about you." That comment led to a few more blushes but Mark said, "And this handsome devil is our good friend Mike who owns this place. Mike, meet Chad."

Mike flashed a friendly smile and shook his hand warmly. "Good to meet you, Chad. Any friend of Mark and Jamie is an instant friend of mine. Welcome to my bar. But listen, I've done what I dropped in to do and I was gonna haul them out of this dive and head for home. Why don't you come back to the house for a drink ... unless you have other plans or wanna stay and cruise for a while?"

Mike's casual mention of cruising caused another deep flush on Chad's face and he looked uncertainly at Mark. "Well ... I don't have plans and if it's OK with Mark, I guess for a while ..."

"Good that's settled," Mark smiled. "We're in Mike's truck, why don't you follow us? It's only a few blocks. But don't panic and peel off, dude."

"Not much chance of that, Mark. It's good to see you again, man. Impulsively he gave Mark a quick awkward hug, then followed them out feeling a bit dazed at the turn of events. But it was true, Chad was really happy to meet Mark again so unexpectedly, even though his circumstances were ... well, never mind ... just for a drink."

<><> CHAD'S STORY <><>

At the house Chad's SUV pulled up behind Mike's truck and he followed them through the gate. "Wow, nice spread you got here, Mike. Bar business must have treated you well."

"Can't grumble, doc. And now I have my boy Larry with me life is pretty nigh perfect. Hey, this is something of an occasion so let's have cocktails to celebrate." They sat on the terrace and Mike wheeled out a drinks trolley and mixed their drinks. They were soon joined by Larry after the other bartender had come back off his break.

"So where are you staying, Chad?" Mike asked matter-of-factly."

"Oh, in a small motel, not far away actually."

Mark trod carefully. "Are you, er, with any one like, er ...?"

"Let me guess," Chad grinned, "with my wife and kids, that what you were thinking? Everyone thinks that, but no, just me." There was an uneasy silence with other questions hanging in the air. Chad took a sip of his cocktail and smiled. "OK, it's only natural, you wanna know my story."

"You don't have to Chad if ..."

"No, I wanna tell you. It'll be a relief to unload on someone and you're about the only guys I can tell OK, first of all, no wife, no kids. I'm the same age as you, Mark, but not nearly as experienced. Since medical school all my energy and most of my time I've devoted to my profession. That's why I've been so successful and now head up the ICU in Santa Monica.

"But the big casualty has been my private life. Oh, I've had my share of girlfriends, almost got engaged once, but somehow nothing seemed like a good fit. So I kinda backed off and gave up on sex. I was real confused, wasn't sure what I wanted. Until one day quite some time ago when a cop walked into the ICU to interview an accident patient."

He paused, not sure how to go on, and forthright Uncle Mike said, "You mean Mark?"

Chad sighed. "Yup. `Course I never said anything, Mark, but it wasn't just that I liked you, it was more than that, something I couldn't pin down. I thought it was a passing ... something, I dunno. But when you came back on business several times later I felt exactly the same thing.

"Anyway then you were posted out of Santa Monica up to Hollywood and that was that. Until a few days ago until I called the emergency number of a young man who had been brought in after a surfing accident and heard your voice. Well you know the story from there as we both focused solely on Jamie and bringing him back to health.

"But watching you watching Jamie the way you did I suddenly saw everything clearly. You were in love with Jamie, it was written on your face and every gesture, in spite of your anxiety and grief. And now I see the same thing with Mike and Larry. And that's what I had wanted all along – not only to fall in love but with a man! I had an erection whenever I was in the room with you."

He laughed and raised his hands. "Oh don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about falling in love with Jamie or you Mark, though god knows you're the perfect golden couple. You have each other and I would never muscle in there. But I knew I had to take some positive step."

"Like going to a bar and dipping your toe in the shark pool," Mike grinned.

"Exactly, Mike. I didn't wanna go anywhere local where I might bump into someone I know. So I came out here and Googled the bars here. And that's where I ended up – the nervous wallflower in the corner of your bar, Mike, with no clue what to do next. Guys, you have all been round the block many times so I blush when I say this, but I have never been with a guy, wouldn't know what to do if I did. But I know I want to.

"So that's my story – now cue the laughter."

Their hearts went out to this bright, articulate but lonely man, and Mark touched his hand. "You don't hear anyone laughing do you Chad? We've all been where you are now in one way or another and we wanna help, the same way as other guys helped us.

Mike said, "You say you're staying alone in a motel, Chad? Not anymore you're not. You're staying here with us. There's a nice guestroom with your name on it where you can be private and do just what you want to do. Larry's not had any cocktails so he's gonna drive you to the motel so you can check out and bring your stuff back here. Understood?"

Chad grinned. "Mike, you're not the kind of man a guy says no to."

"You better believe it, stud. Now get your ass in gear, and like you said, take a positive step."

<><> CHAD LOOSENS UP <><>

On the drive to and from the motel Larry talked a lot about his meeting Mike, falling in love with him and moving out here to share his life with him. It was the same as with Mark and Jamie – a view of a contented life that held out all sorts of possibilities Chad had never considered before.

When they got back to Mike's house Chad was greeted warmly as part of the family and Larry suggested a swim in the pool. They all stripped naked, except for Chad who hesitated, still not feeling as uninhibited as these guys. Tentatively he pulled off his scrubs shirt and Mike howled, "Dammit, Chad, that shirt does you no favors, hiding that gorgeous body. Next time you come to my bar don't wear a shirt and you'll have guys lining up to buy you a drink."

Chad smiled, "I won't go `cruising' as you call it any time soon, Mike. I've got everything I want right here." Feeing less reticent now he took off his shoes and jeans but left on his boxer briefs, embarrassed by the obvious outline of a long, stiff bulge in them.

They jumped into the pool and spent a raucous half-hour rough-housing in the water, laughing and grappling. At one point Mark and Chad were wrestling under water and when they surfaced, gasping for breath, their faces came close, their sparkling eyes met and ... they almost kissed, before Chad blushed and submerged again.

Soon the game became who could get Chad's shorts off him first, and they all jostled and grabbed at him until Mike surfaced, raised an arm and whirled the shorts around. "The winner!"

By now Chad was laughing as hard as the rest of them, but when at last they got out of the pool he was sporting a long, stiff boner and he grabbed a towel to wrap round his waist.

"Dude," Mike laughed, "this is Palm Springs – desert oasis – and jeans and medical scrubs don't cut it by the pool. Come on Larry, let's take the doc inside and get him kitted out in a pair of your board shorts and some causal gear that'll make him look like a native instead of some guy who just got off the bus."

"Better do what the boss says, buddy," Mark grinned, and Chad allowed himself to be led into the house by Mike and his boy.

Left alone on side-by-side chaises Mark said, "Jamie, you see what's going on here, don't you? Chad is beginning to discover himself and, new to the game, he's got the hots for both of us."

"Especially you, sir."

"But that's the point. I want to help him but I'll do nothing that harms you and me. Having come so close to losing you I'm sure as hell not gonna risk losing you in another way. You and me, we come first and if there are any signs of Chad coming between us, I'll ..."

"Sir, thank you for saying that, but I knew it already and I have no fears on that score. You and me are rock solid, I know that. But I do feel for Chad and the new urges that confuse him, and I agree we should help him. But we can do it together, can't we?"

Mark leaned over and kissed him. "Damn, I love you, man, and the way we think alike. You're right, we're a team, and here's what I'm thinking. I don't like the thought of Chad tiptoeing round the whole subject, we should throw him in at the deep end – and I don't mean the pool. But only if you're up for it ..." Mark explained his plan and Jamie grinned, "Sure, let's go for it, sir."

<><> IN AT THE DEEP END <><>

"Wow, outstanding, dude," Mark said as Mike and Larry emerged from the house with Chad who was wearing a pair of faded red board shorts. "Hell, you look like a lifeguard and everyone on the beach is drooling."

"You're full of shit, officer, you know that?"

"Last guy who said that to me I arrested." They traded fake punches and Chad settled on a chaise next to him. Mike brought more drinks and the conversation flowed easily, comparing stories of Chad's patients, Mark's criminals and Mike's bar patrons, laughing at the similarities they found.

After a while Chad noticed an empty chaise and asked, "Where did Jamie go?"

Mark grinned, "Oh I have a pretty good idea. I think he's waiting for me." Chad gave him a questioning look and Mark smiled. "You know, Chad, most couples develop routines they follow regularly – in some cases every day, like Jamie and me. See, when I'm patrolling the city streets with that powerful motorcycle throbbing between my legs for eight hours I come home hot and horny and Jamie knows he better be waiting for me."

He paused to let Chad's imagination take flight, which it did. Mark added, "I know we're on vacation and I'm not coming off a shift, but it's about that time of day that I get home, and old habits die hard. So, if a hot young jock is waiting for me, who am I to refuse? I better go."

He heaved himself off the chaise, pulled on his shorts and a T-shirt and turned toward the house. Then he stopped and looked back at Chad, as if he'd had a sudden afterthought. "Hey, why don't you come too, doc, and see how the other half lives?"

Taken by surprise Chad hesitated. "Nah, that's a private thing for you and your boy Mark. I wouldn't wanna muscle in – it's not my place."

Mark laughed, "One thing you'll learn, dude, is there's not much that's private around here, and I'm not asking you to muscle in – just watch, part of your education. And Jamie would get off on it. Come on, man, do you good."

Chad was easily persuaded by the seductive cop and he followed him into the house and the main guestroom. He gasped when he saw the tanned surfer lying naked on the end of the bed, propped on his elbows, legs hanging over the edge. "Just where he always is," Mark said. "Sometimes I don't even take my uniform off but hey, we're on vacation so ..." He pulled off his shirt, dropped his shorts and stood at the foot of the bed naked, towering over his boy.

Nervous and excited Chad stepped back and watched breathlessly from a distance, his cock already hard in his shorts.

Mark looked down sternly at Jamie. "Lying in the sun out there has made me horny and I need to get my rocks off. Show me your ass, boy." Jamie hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back, exposing the white globes of his perfect butt.

As a doctor Chad knew all about sexual practices, including butt fucking, had even treated a few anuses after it got out of hand. But he had never actually seen it happen, especially not between two such beautiful men as these two. He inhaled sharply and watched.

"You ready to do what the cop orders and give him what he wants, boy?"

"Yes please, sir."

Mark knelt on the bed, pushed Jamie's legs back farther and pressed the head of his cock against his hole. Chad gasped as he saw it enter the boy, slowly, inch by inch, and he instinctively grabbed the growing bulge in his shorts. He had never seen anything more erotic than the naked muscle-god cop burying his cock in the ass of the athletic young surfer.

Mark and Jamie were, as usual, lost in each other's eyes. They did this every day but it always felt like the first time, the young jock surrendering his ass to the horny cop.

Chad had never been so turned on as he was now, his eyes riveted on the perfect ass with the long shaft driving in and out like a piston. "Fucking pornographic," he groaned softly as he untied his shorts, pulled out his cock and stroked it. Mark had always made his dick hard but this was stunning, watching him naked, the muscles in his back rippling, his own ass clenching as he pounded the boy's ass.

He gasped as the cop leaned forward and pinned the boy's wrists to the bed. "Now you're my prisoner, stud. The jock at the mercy of a rogue cop. You gonna do what I tell you?"

"Yes sir, my ass is yours ... I submit to you, officer."

"Right, so I'm gonna bust my load in your ass, boy ... but I forbid you to cum, is that clear?"

"Sir, I ..." Mark pounded harder and deeper and the captive groaned, "OK, I give in. Please, officer, have mercy. Cum in me, sir, I won't shoot, I swear. Please let me feel your jizz in my ass sir. Yeah ...!" Mark's muscles flexed and he howled as his cock erupted in his boy's ass, while Jamie gritted his teeth and willed himself not to cum.

By now Chad was mesmerized by the sight of the cop unloading deep in the surfer's ass and he was close to his own climax. But Mark abruptly pulled out of Jamie, turned to Chad and said in a commanding tone, "Don't cum doc, not yet. I've got plans for you too."

His cock was still dripping cum as he strode to the head of the bed to where ropes were tied to each bedpost with wrist restraints on the ends (standard equipment in all the tribe's houses). He pulled Jamie's wrists up toward the bedpost and buckled the restraints round his wrists. Then he ordered, "Over here, doc. I've got something to show you."

They stood side by side at the foot of the bed and stared down at the naked jock on his back, at his handsome face and disheveled blond hair, his tanned muscular body, arms stretched upward, wrists tied helplessly like a prisoner on the rack.

"I told you I would think of a way to thank you for all you did, doc, and this is it. I'm gonna loan you the most precious thing in my life, my own boy. I've just fucked his ass and brought him to the edge of orgasm, so he's now desperate to cum – without touching his cock. He needs another cock in his ass, man – yours. I know you've never done anything like this before, but you can't let him down."

Stunned Chad hesitated, staring down at the naked jock stretched in bondage. Jamie groaned, "Please, sir, I want it so bad. Please make me cum, sir. I beg you ... fuck me in the ass."

This beautiful young athlete was begging him, pleading with Chad to shove his dick in his ass. In a daze, his cock raging hard, Chad did what he had seen Mark do. He knelt on the bed and pushed the boy's legs back, then pressed the head of his cock against his hole. Jamie's ass was slick with Mark's cum and Chad gasped as his cock slid smoothly inside.

"Fuck," he moaned. "Holy shit." He had never felt anything like this before, the hot strong ass muscles clenching hard round his cock. It slid in deep and he almost climaxed when the head sank into the warm inner depths. He pulled back to avoid cumming and Jamie's ass clenched harder round his cock, almost sucking his semen out of him.

Coupled with the incredible sensation in his cock was the homoerotic sight of the muscular surfer, stretched naked on the bed, his beautiful body writhing helplessly in bondage as his ass was invaded. Chad was reeling, his body fully alive for the first time, it seemed. His cock was shuddering as he heard Jamie plead, "Sir, I'm so close. Please let me cum, sir. Fuck me, sir and make me cum. You feel so good inside me and I need it so bad."

"Me too, boy. Damn that feels good." Chad leaned forward, pressed his hands on Jamie's pecs, and suddenly he was fucking hard, his cock pistoning in and out of the ass arching up to him. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Chad yelled. "Holy shit ... fuck ... fuck ..."

He saw Jamie pull frantically at his wrists, muscles flexing, head thrashing from side to side as his cock blasted cum all over his writhing body. That made his ass clench hard round Chad's cock and the doc yelled, "Yeah, fuck yeah ... aaagh!" His cock exploded in the boy's ass in the most incredible orgasm of his life.

<><> GAME FOR ANYTHING <><>

While his cock drained Chad stared down in disbelief at the elated Jamie. He couldn't get his mind round what he had just done – fucked the ass of the cop's boy. The cop! Oh fuck, what would Mark say? His gorgeous boy had just been butt-fucked by his doctor.

In a daze he pulled his cock out of Jamie and felt himself being pulled to his feet. He came face to face with Mark's blue eyes and braced himself for a hostile reaction. But Mark curled his hand round Chad's head and pulled him toward him into a passionate, open mouthed kiss. Kissing a man! Chad recoiled emotionally but returned the kiss physically. His repressed sexuality was finally breaking free, beating back the prejudices of a lifetime.

When they broke apart he panted, "Jesus, what's happening to me, Mark?"

"You're discovering yourself, Chad – and giving pleasure to Jamie and me in the process. Now why don't you set free your prisoner, the young jock you just fucked in the ass?"

Hastily, a bit clumsily, Chad unbuckled the restraints and Jamie sat up rubbing his wrists. "Thank you sir," he said to Chad. "That was awesome. I hope you liked it."

"Liked it? Liked it? I fucking loved it. Are you alright, Jamie? You feel OK?"

"Are you gonna take my blood pressure and shine that flashlight in my eyes, doc? No need, I feel great, with the juice of two hot men filling my ass.

Mark sat with Chad and Jamie on the bed. "Well, doc, your first lesson went well – you passed with flying colors. But we got a long few days ahead of us, lot of ground to cover. And we better take it slow – for Jamie physically and you psychologically.

"Oh yeah, real slow. I'm still reeling from what I just did – not sure how much more I can take."

Mark smiled, "Well now let's see. I have an idea ... Jamie, you know we were going to check on Hassan's little house way out in the desert tomorrow like we usually do? You think we should take Chad this time?"

"Sure sir." Jamie grinned wickedly. "But maybe not to the basement, eh?"

"No maybe not. See Chad, there's this buddy of mine, a big hunky Arab Marine named Hassan. We go back a long way to the Mideast war when we were enemies and he took me prisoner and ... well that's a whole `nother story, and we're real close buddies now. He came halfway round the world to find me and got himself this little old house out here in the desert. When one of us comes out to Mike's we go to check it out, make sure it hasn't blown away or anything."

"And the, er, basement?"

"Ah, maybe that should be off limits. It's a long story but, well, he fixed up the basement like that long-ago desert cell where he interrogated me. Wanted to reverse roles so he could make amends for the past and ... nah, like I said it's a long story. Bit too rich for your blood, doc."

Chad grinned, "I wouldn't be so sure, officer. With you and Jamie I'm game for anything."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 490

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