A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 517 By Rob Williams
Chapter 517 – "THE CONSTRUCTION BOSS & HIS BOY"
IN THIS CHAPTER:
While several of the tribe's men are out of town the young redheaded chef Will takes three days off to stay with his dad, the tough, rugged construction boss Seth. He cleans his house, cooks his meals and satisfies even his sexual needs. It is a close, loving relationship, but Seth has been hiding a big secret for many years. When he finally tells the truth, a stunned Will has to make a major decision. ___________________________________________________________________
<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>
The love triangle of three of the Tribe's dominant alpha males – the tough gypsy Randy, his handsome lover Bob, and the macho cop Mark – was always complicated. The latest tensions arose when Bob and Mark spent a night making love, and afterwards Mark felt guilty.
Randy was a hundred miles away in the desert. He had gone on a bike run with two buddies – Zack and his lover Miguel – to the Palm Springs home of their much-loved older and wiser friend Uncle Mike
Surprisingly, it was one of the youngest members of the Tribe, the assistant chef Will, who brought logic and commonsense to the emotional issue. He suggested that Mark and Bob go out to the desert and work it all out with Randy face-to-face. As Bob said, Will had simply added two and one and come up with three.
And it worked. In the basement dungeon of an old house out in the desert the three men resolved the problem in a ritual where the gypsy confronted the chained, shirtless cop in a reaffirmation of the fierce love they all shared.
Back at Mike's house, peace now reigned and the guys dug in for a festive week. When Randy learned of young Will's intervention, he said, "Damn I love that kid. So smart, so gutsy, and so cute with that freckled face and owl glasses. How is the young redhead? Did you leave him with the twins?"
"Well yeah, but he has plans of his own. He's been wanting to spend time with his dad Seth in Seth's house next to the compound." Bob grinned, "Said he wants to keep house for him for a couple of days ... take care of him, cook for him ... and sleep with him, of course."
"Damn, Seth's a lucky guy," Randy said. "He's been holding down the fort at the construction sites while we're away, so having his boy look after him is just what he needs."
That proved to be right. Late that same afternoon when he headed home from work, Seth was bushed. He had recently risen quickly from simple laborer to the manager of one of the construction sites. And this week, in the absence of Randy and Zack, Seth had to oversee all three sites. Although work was slow this week it still left him tired, with the prospect of coming home in the late afternoon to a house as messy as he had left it early that morning.
So when the disheveled, rugged hunk walked in, dressed in his usual grubby jeans, boots and old frayed T-shirt, he stopped in surprise at the sight of his neat, well-ordered living room. And his face lit up when his son Will suddenly leapt out from the kitchen – "Surprise!"
"Will! What are you doing here, son?"
"Taking care of you, sir." Will's eyes blinked excitedly behind his owl glasses. "For the next few days me and my dog Norman will be living here. I'll be cleaning your house, cooking for you and looking after you. And, er, spending the nights with you ... if that's what you want."
"Sure I want it, kiddo. I'd get off spending time with you. Hey this is terrific, Will."
"OK, sir, starting right now, sit yourself down and I'll bring you a drink before you take your shower. I'm already cooking your dinner and after that we can watch a movie on TV if you like."
Seth grinned. "I'm blown away, kid. And you say you'll, er, spend the night here?"
"Every night, sir. The twins have given me three days off, so I'll be sleeping here – sharing your bed, sir, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind at all, Will. In fact, I insist on it. Hey this is great. Come here, kid, and give your old man a hug."
========= CHAPTER 517 =========
<><> WELCOME HOME, DAD <><>
"Bourbon or beer, sir?" Will asked as his dad Seth slumped down on the couch, tired after a hard day as the construction boss over three worksites while Randy and Zack were away.
"Beer please, kiddo. Save the hard stuff for later."
Will went off to the kitchen and Seth smiled after him. He loved seeing his kid like this, so full of energy and enthusiasm, and confident in his skills as a chef.
It seemed light years away from those painful days where he himself had felt lost in life, a casual laborer drifting from job to job, spending his money in bars with other drifters. And worst of all was the way he had abused his boy, even as far as sexual abuse as he had tried to penetrate him – and failed, thank god.
Will had resisted him and, when things got real bad, had run away from home. How could he have done that to this sweet kid? Had he totally lost his mind? No, no, he wouldn't go there. He had cursed himself so often in the past but things had turned around. Thanks largely to Will's capacity for love and forgiveness they had become reconciled – more than just reconciled, they had become loving father and son.
His recollections of that ugly past were banished by the reappearance of a smiling Will bearing a tray with several beer bottles and two glasses that he put down on the coffee table in front of his dad. Seth smiled, "Come and sit with me, Will, help me relax after work."
He pulled Will down beside him on the couch and Will picked up a glass, tilted it expertly and slowly poured beer from one of the bottles. "Hey, what's this?" Seth chuckled. "Glasses? You going all fancy on me?"
"If beer in a glass is `going fancy,' well yes, sir. It don't hurt once in a while."
"You trying to civilize me?"
"Oh, I don't want you civilized, sir. All the boys agree it's because you're kinda wild that you're so sexy."
Seth gave his guttural laugh. "OK, well I hope sipping beer from a glass don't spoil the image. Enough about me though, how's your life going, kid?"
"Pretty nigh perfect," Will grinned. "I love my job and everyone seems to think I'm a good chef. Even Miguel complimented me the other day, and he's the big executive chef at the Ritz Carlton. He keeps trying to steal me away by offering me a great job in the hotel, but I love working with the twins too much. And my extra catering work is going gangbusters. Everyone wants me to come cook for them."
"Hey is that what this is?" Seth kidded. "Am I gonna get a bill at the end of this?"
"Not for money, sir, but I might think of some other way you can pay me."
Seth laughed. "Rumor has it that it was you suggested that Bob and Mark go out to the desert and join Randy. That true?"
"Oh that was easy. After Bob and Mark made love all night they were sitting at breakfast beating about the bush about some guilt trip they had going on. It was obvious to me. They were here, Randy was in Palm Springs so..." he shrugged... "why not just go out there and sort it out together?"
Will frowned. "Don't you think, sir, that sometimes guys get so mixed up about love and stuff that they can't see the solution even when it's staring them in the face?"
"That's sure been my experience, kid. Look at the mess I made of things. All I needed to do was sit down with you, father and son, and talk things out. But these days it's not love that confuses me, it's lust – like what to do when I'm horny, which I always am after a hard day's slog on the construction site. Really gets the juices going. I usually come home and rub one out. Sometimes I'm so pumped I jack off in the truck before I get here."
"That sounds kinda lonely, sir. What do you think about while you jerk off?"
"Oh, I dunno – sometimes I just picture all those shirtless construction workers on the site, sometimes other things, like ... well, like you, kiddo."
Will blushed. "Really, sir? Like, what about me?"
Seth grinned. "OK, so here's what I picture. When I get home I'm really bushed, all hot and sweaty and I've got this huge boner in my pants. I grab a beer, flop down on this couch and take a few swigs – from the bottle, though, not this fancy glass. I stroke the bulge in my pants and need to get serviced. So I snap my fingers and ..."
"I know the rest, sir." Will jumped up and went through the door to the kitchen, leaving it ajar. His heart beating fast he watched through the crack as Seth grabbed a new bottle, twisted off the top and took a long drink. Then he sprawled on the couch with one arm stretched along the back still holding the bottle. His other hand rubbed slowly over his bulge as he groaned a gravelly, "Yeah, fuck yeah."
Will was mesmerized by the disheveled, muscular construction worker, beer running from the corner of his mouth down his stubbled chin. His thin, torn T-shirt was blotched with sweat, under his arm and down from the neck to his chest. His shaggy hair still had dust in it from work and his chiseled face was streaked with dirt.
His manspread legs were wide open and his fingers curled tight round the bulge in his pants. Suddenly he looked up, snapped his fingers and hollered, "Hey, boy, get your butt in here."
Will could almost hear his own heart beating as he came in, went to the couch and Seth pulled him down beside him. He curled his hand round the back of the boy's head and pulled him into a rough and ravenous kiss. Then he pushed his head down past his stinking T-shirt and crushed his face in his crotch. "Get me off, boy," he growled.
Will almost came with excitement but knew he had to concentrate on servicing his dad. He unbuttoned Seth's pants and pulled the fly open, then buried his face in the sweaty undershorts that had a faint smell of dried piss. He opened his mouth and pressed it over the shape of Seth's huge cock, feeling it stir under his tongue.
"Suck it, boy," Seth growled. Will pulled the shorts down and the thick shaft stood erect. Will licked it all the way up, starting with the sweaty balls, then the damp wiry pubic hair, then all the way up to the head.
It was the same treatment he had given Jamie last night. But Jamie was a freshly showered young surfer. Seth was a tough, sweaty construction worker just off the job site. That didn't deter Will ... it roused him even more, especially hearing Seth's guttural groan when he licked the hard corona of the head then lowered his mouth over it, pursed his lips round the bulbous head and gulped.
With his lips still pursed he slowly lowered his mouth down the long thick shaft, pausing occasionally to clench his throat muscles tight round it. At last the head of the cock pressed against the back of Will's throat and his face was buried in the construction worker's sweaty black pubes.
"Man, that feels so fucking hot," Seth growled. He grabbed Will's mop of red hair and pulled his face all the way back up his cock, then forced it down again, hard. Will gagged and Seth instantly relieved the pressure and pulled his face off his cock. "You OK, kid?" he asked. The fierce growl was momentarily replaced by a tone of genuine concern that reassured Will.
"I'm great, sir. I love sucking your cock like this."
And so the macho act resumed. "OK, boy, let's see what you got. I'm real pumped so let me watch you work that dick and make me bust a load in your mouth."
Will took that as an order and went to work on his dad. He used all the tricks he had learned from his pal Eddie – a tight blowjob that brought Seth to the brink of orgasm, then a pause where he opened his mouth wide and breathed hot air over the thick shaft. He pulled all the way back to the head, held it in his mouth and licked the sensitive bulge before plunging down again.
Seth's groans grew more urgent. "Fuck, boy, you're driving me crazy. I can't take this, I gotta fucking cum." Seth pressed both hands on the sides of Will's head, holding it in a vise while he pumped the boy's face down and up on his rod. He thrust his hips up as he pulled the face down so his cock drove even deeper down his throat.
The onslaught continued and Will breathed deep through his nose trying not to gag. He was on the verge of choking when he heard his dad's loud rasping voice. "Fuck, you're gonna make me shoot, boy. I'm gonna cum ... yeah ... I'm gonna cum ... fuuuck...!"
Will felt his dad's cock shudder and blast his sperm in his mouth and down his throat. He gulped frantically until Seth abruptly grabbed the boy's hair again, pulled his face off his cock, then up to his own face and into a lusty, grinding kiss, lubricated by jizz that flowed from the boy's mouth into his dad's.
The ferocious kiss seemed to last forever until at last Seth pulled back and grinned, "Man, that was fucking incredible. I love you, Will ... god I love you. He pulled Will's face down against his neck and Will nuzzled against him, happier than he had ever been, he thought.
However, his happiness was soon tested in a dramatic way that he could never have suspected.
<><> MUSCLE WORSHIP <><>
"Do you wanna cum, Will?"
"I already did, sir. In my shorts when you came in my mouth." Will's face was resting on Seth's sweaty T-shirt and he loved the sense of being overpowered by the taste and smell of the rugged construction boss.
There was a sudden calm in the room after the noisy action and they both basked in the love and intimacy of the moment. Eventually Seth said, "So, kiddo, it's true that you're gonna stay here for a couple a' days?"
"The twins have given me three days off so I thought I would take care of you ... clean up the house a bit, do your laundry that's piled up, cook your meals and ... er, stuff like we just did, sir. And maybe, I thought we could entertain a bit ... you know, a casual dinner party for the guys that are left on the second floor – Darius and Pablo and the boys – Finn, Tyler and Ryan."
"Sounds good to me, kid. I ain't entertained much since I moved in here `cos, well you know, I ain't much good at that kinda stuff – don't even know what clothes to wear."
"But I am, sir, it's what I do for other guys in my catering gigs. So I'll take care of all that and even tell you what you should wear All you have to do is look hot and sexy, which you do no matter what you wear ... like now ... even nothing at all ... especially nothing at all. It'll be fun."
There was a long silence and Will had a feeling that his dad was chewing something over in his mind. It sounded like he had come to a decision when he said hesitantly, "Er, Will, as we're gonna be spending a few days together, there's something I need to talk to you about. But before that I gotta clean up. I stink of sweat, jizz and dried piss. I can't sit at the dinner table with you like this."
Will's freckled face broke into a smile. "I wouldn't mind at all, sir. But we might as well begin as we mean to go on. While you're in the shower I'll pick out something real casual for you to wear for dinner with your favorite son.
They went to the bedroom and Will watched as his dad pulled off his stinking T-shirt and dropped it on the floor, as he always did. Will felt his cock stiffen again as he gazed at Seth's muscled, hairy chest and ripped abs. "Have you ever been muscle-worshipped, sir?"
"Dunno. Not really sure what that is."
"Stuff like this, sir. Flex your biceps." Seth grinned, raised his arms and flexed in a bodybuilder pose. Will came up to him and felt his rock-hard biceps then licked them. His tongue traveled all the way up his arm and he pressed his face in his sweaty armpit. Then he licked the drops of sweat in the cleft below his Adam's apple, and down the deep cleft between his pecs and along the ridges of his eight-pack abs.
When he pulled back he smiled and ran his hands over Seth's chest. That's what we call muscle worship, sir."
"Hm, I could get used to that – provided I get to butt-fuck the worshipper when he's finished."
Will blushed lightly. "I think that could be arranged, sir – costs extra though."
Seth laughed as he kicked off his boots and dropped his work pants. His cock was already semi-hard again. "See what you just did to me, kid? We should do more of that worship stuff."
He got into the shower leaving behind him a redhead with a boner.
<><> THE SECRET COMES OUT <><>
Will picked up his dad's discarded clothes and pressed the sweaty T-shirt to his face before tossing it in the laundry basket. Then he foraged through his closet and pulled out clean clothes for this evening. The choices he made were what made Seth look his most sexy – not a bad way to choose, and the results met with Seth's approval.
"Blue jeans are classic and casual, barefoot if you like or sneakers – you're not a tassel-loafers man. Bob is, or Mario, but not guys like you and Randy. Randy always wears boots, indoors or out, but I think that's taking butch a bit too far. `Course, he can carry it off – Randy can carry anything off."
Seth pulled on clean shorts and the jeans. "What about the shirt, kiddo?"
"Ah, the shirt is always the most important. I thought this." Will held up a loose navy blue, long-sleeved shirt that buttoned up the front. Seth smiled, put it on and let Will put the finishing touches.
"First decision, tucked or untucked – I like hanging loose. Then the sleeves, rolled up just above the elbows like this ... Next choice, open or closed. Open all the way down is sexy but for polite company, this." Will buttoned up all but the top two buttons. "That's for polite company, but to turn guys on ..." He opened two more buttons and pushed the shirt open a bit more. See, gives glimpses of the pecs so guys want you to fuck them."
"What about for dinner with a boy I love?" Seth smiled
"Ah, this ..." Will opened one more button and ran his hands inside the shirt over his pecs. "Yeah, perfect, sir. Handsome, smart-casual and very sexy."
"Hey, kid, cut it out. You're turning me on again." Seth looked at himself in the mirror. "Yeah, does look kinda hot at that. I don't usually bother to look at mirrors."
"You should do it more often, sir. Turn yourself on – even jerk off looking at the hunk in the mirror. Jason, the fireman, does it all the time. OK, cocktail time. What'll it be? Let me guess ... you're not a martini kinda guy. Bourbon, right?" And Seth laughed, "Bullseye."
"I brought a great bottle of Jack Daniels Single Barrel for you. Wait a sec." He ran off eagerly to the kitchen and as Seth watched him go he had tears in his eyes. He was so stoked to see Will this happy, but he knew that what he had to do next might change everything.
Will came back with a tray bearing a martini for himself and a bottle of Jack Daniels and a glass for his dad. He sat next to Seth on the couch, poured his drink and they clinked glasses. Still in educational mode Will chattered on about what he was cooking for them – the appetizers, man course, the dessert, even mentioned some dessert wines. But he could tell he was losing Seth who had a troubled look in his eye.
"Is something the matter, sir? Is it what you wanted to talk to me about? Did I do something wrong, sir?"
"Will, you have done nothing wrong, ever. Whatever I tell you now is absolutely no fault of yours. If anything it's mine, for not telling you earlier." He trailed off with a frown."
"Another drink, sir, would that help?"
"No, Will. I spent too many years of my life trying to find courage in a bottle. One thing I learned is that getting drunk is never the answer." He spread his arm along the back of the couch and looked straight at Will. "OK here goes. Er ... Will, did you ever wonder why you're a redhead?"
"What, sir? No ... I guess I was just born that way."
"Yeah, but I've got this shaggy dark hair and ..." Seth took a deep breath. "Will, it's like this. When I first met your mother, she ... she was already pregnant."
"Really?" Will frowned not taking it all in.
"Yes, kiddo, she was pregnant with you."
There was a long silence, Will's heart beat faster and the room seemed to close in on him. "You mean ... you mean ...?"
"Will, please, don't say anything for a minute until I've told you the story. I met her and she told me she was three-months pregnant. She said the father was just one of those ships that pass in the night and he was long gone. We stayed together until you were born, and then afterwards. We brought you up as our own and I grew to really love you. You must have been, I dunno, nine or ten when she split, took off just like that and never came back.
"I was damned if I was gonna give you up, so I raised you myself, sent you to school, and watched you grow – you were a really smart kid. It wasn't easy being a single dad, but everything went OK until you got to be a teenager, and a really nice-looking young guy. But here's the thing. I always wished you had been my real son. I wanted to be your real dad.
"The other complication was my own sexuality. Sex with your mom had never been great, and I was never a ladies' man. Oh, I boasted to my buddies in the bars about fucking girls, but I was real mixed up. And that's when I went off the rails. When I came home all horny there you were, looking real handsome and all.
"And here comes the weird part. I wanted to believe you were my boy, my own flesh and blood. I wanted to own you in some way, to prove we were biologically connected. And the worst thing was – I was sexually attracted to you. The kid I had loved and raised as my son, was now a young man I lusted for sexually! And I came totally unglued.
"I was drinking heavily at the time and I lost my mind. My demons reared up and that's when I attacked you, Will, tried to fuck you. See, if I could fuck you I could make you my real son and, at the same time, have sex with a guy who turned me on.
"Of course you fought me off and I'm glad you did. I thought you were so angry `cos you weren't attracted to guys, and this was your dad! But then came the day when I found that fireman's calendar under your bed and knew you were turned on by guys.
"Damn, that confused me even more. I was angry then because you had fought me off. I ranted on about religion, called the calendar disgusting. I ... I didn't know what I felt, what I was doing, all I knew was that I had to fuck you ... And thank god you ran away. For the rest of my life I'll live with the shame of what I tried to do to you.
"Anyway, after you left I found life without you totally empty and I came looking for you. Luckily by the time I found you, you were under Randy's protection and, well, he and I fought and ... you know the rest. But Randy must've seen some good in me `cos he gave me another chance. Turned out the Tribe is the best thing that ever happened to me – a bunch of guys who didn't care about a dad making love to his son as long as it made the boy happy."
Seth sighed deeply, now he had unloaded the truth at last. "So ... so that's it, Will. I should have told you a long time ago but I was scared to. I'm scared now – scared of losing you again." Seth looked pleadingly at Will ... who frowned.
When confronted with any problem or challenge in life Will had a knack for shedding emotion and working things out analytically. It's what he had done when he heard Bob and Mark had a problem with Randy – he added two and one and came up with three, and that was the simple solution. Now his brow furrowed in thought as he worked this through.
"So, what it comes down to, sir, is that you're not my real dad – I mean you didn't fuck anyone to get me, but you raised me as your son all those years. I guess that makes me your step-son. And then years later when you abused me it wasn't `cos you hated me but because you loved me too much. First you thought guys didn't turn me on, then you found out they did. Yeah," Will said pensively, "I can see why you were confused. Pity about all the booze thing, though.
"And you thought I was angry and ran away `cos the man trying to fuck me was my real ... what did you call it?"
"Biological father, Will."
"Yeah that's the one. And all the time you weren't, but you wanted to be. Hm, it's a real mess, ain't it, sir?" He paused to try and work it all out.
"Sir, the twins have always taught me that the only thing that really counts in life is love. It's what's kept them together all their lives. And all the things that people get bent out of shape about, like brothers fucking each other, don't matter a bit if they really love each other. So I guess what it all comes down to is ... do you love me, sir?"
Tears welled in Seth's eyes. "I'm in love with you, Will – in all the good ways a guy can love a boy. And you're right. All that crazy stuff in the past is in the past. The only thing that matters now is that I love you, body and soul, kiddo. The question is, after all I've told you, can you still love me?"
Will looked puzzled. "I thought you knew that, sir. Of course I love you, and nothing could change that. All that other stuff, like that biological stuff – you know, real dad and real son. It's like the twins said – the only real thing is love, and of course I love you.
"I don't give a shit if you fucked my mom to get me or not. Fact is you raised me on your own all those years `cos you loved me. Sure it got real muddled toward the end, but look at us now. We're together, I just sucked your cock, and now I'm gonna cook dinner for you. Now that's real. More bourbon, sir?"
<><> STEPPING INTO A NEW LIFE <><>
Seth stared at Will, reeling from what the boy had just said. Tears started to run down Seth's cheeks and when he leaned over and pulled Will into his arms, the tears became sobs. Will held him tight. Bob had taught him once that when a guy is very sad the best thing is to just hold him tight and let him get it out of his system.
And as Seth sobbed against him now, Will saw clearly that his own role was something much bigger than before. He had come here to tidy Seth's house, cook dinner for him, take care of his needs, even his sexual needs. But suddenly he realized that he had to really look after him – not only tell him what to wear and what wine to drink, but to support him emotionally and in every way. He had to be there to hold Seth when things went bad, as he was doing now.
In telling the whole truth at last Seth had laid his soul bare to the boy, and Will fully grasped his responsibility to take care of his dad. His dad? Is that how he still thought of him? Of course he did. The man had loved him and nurtured him since birth, right up to when his demons took over and he was so confused he did things he would regret all his life.
But now Seth was purging those demons, and Will saw their future clearly. Who cared about the biological stuff? They loved each other, that's all that mattered, all that would ever matter.
But, analytical as ever, Will had to clear up a few things. When Seth at last calmed down and pulled back Will took a napkin from the table and wiped the tears from his face. "Sir, I still have a couple of questions. First, is Danny still your boy?"
"Will, Danny and me are still real good friends and whenever we meet he wants me to fuck him. But it turns out that we don't meet often. He's got a full life running the Grady House and he's virtually Grady and Mario's boy, along with Brian. They're a family. Plus Danny sees his boyfriend Tommy a whole lot. So the actual master/boy thing never really worked out."
"OK, sir, cos I wouldn't want to screw anything up between you and Danny. He's my friend. The other thing is, I'm still the twins' boy cos I love them and I don't want that to change. So, where does that leave us? I mean, what am I in all this?"
"Will, you're always the one who says we shouldn't put labels on things. We know how we feel and that's all that matters. You said you still think of me as your dad so, you're still my son – step-son if you wanna get technical ..."
"... but who wants to get technical, eh, sir? So I'll think of myself as your boy, just not the same kind of boy as I am to the twins."
"Talking of the twins, kiddo, another question is this. Now my secret is out, should we tell the other guys or keep it hidden?"
"Oh I don't like to keep things hidden, sir, and I tell the twins everything, it's part of the deal. If that's OK with you, sir."
Seth smiled, "Thanks, kiddo, for showing me the way. I've kept so many things about me secret all my life it feels kinda ... kinda liberating to have no secrets from the guys we love – sorta like those guys who feel a sudden freedom when they, what they call, `come out' and tell everyone they like sex with guys. Damn, you're gonna be so good for me, Will."
Will laughed. "It won't be difficult, sir. You know how the grapevine is. Once I tell the twins, Eddie will get wind of it and, like he always says, it's off to the races. It'll be a sensation for a day or two before the next drama takes over."
Whatever clouds remained now lifted and it was like stepping into a new life. "Damn," Seth chuckled, "all this philosophizing stuff has spiked my appetite. I'm starving."
"Oops, I came here to cook your dinner, sir, and I'm falling down on the job already. I got sidetracked."
"But the new track looks kinda exciting, don't it, Will? Can I come with you to the kitchen and watch you cook? You've already taught me a lot, maybe you can teach me to cook too."
"Like how to boil an egg, sir?"
"Hey, don't get smart with me kid. I'm still your dad, remember? Still, boiling an egg is kinda like jumping in at the deep end for me. Maybe I'll just sit and watch – and admire."
"Whatever you say, sir. You're the boss."
"Hmm," Seth laughed, "I'm not so sure about that."
<><> WE'RE GONNA BE ROOM-MATES <><>
From then on it was plain sailing – like the wind had freshened, filled the sails and propelled their ship into the future. Dinner, inevitably, was a big hit and they found a million things to talk about.
The surprising thing was how normal this all felt, like they had been having dinner together for years – the mismatched couple, a big tough dark-haired construction worker and the young redhead with the freckled face, his shining eyes blinking fast behind his owl glasses.
Then came bedtime which felt new, but somehow not new at all. They had slept together before but now there was a strange new sense of freedom. Maybe deep down it no longer carried the social stigma of a father butt-fucking his son. But they didn't think about `all that biological stuff' as Will had labeled it. They were just having a whole lot of fun.
When they got to the bedroom Seth went into the bathroom to brush his teeth while Will quickly undressed and got into bed, pulling a single sheet up over him to his waist. With their newfound freedom, no longer real father and son, Will and Seth both had a sense of starting out fresh, almost like they were meeting for the first time. And that unleashed their fantasies, which pretty much coincided.
In the past when they had sex they had lapsed easily into mild fantasies, usually instigated by the more adventuresome Will. They loved role-playing and now was certainly the time for it as their roles had indeed changed in subtle ways – no longer actually father and son. Will trembled with anticipation waiting for Seth to emerge, and when he did there was something different about him to Will's eyes. It really was almost like meeting a man for the first time.
And Seth played right along. He glanced at Will and said casually, "Hey, kid, looks like we're gonna be room-mates tonight. I was expecting two beds, though."
"You're welcome to share this one, sir. It's pretty big."
"Hm, better than the couch I guess." After that Seth seemed to lose interest in Will and turned to the mirror. He was still wearing the clothes Will had chosen for him – barefoot in beltless blue-jeans, with the blue shirt hanging on his muscular frame, now buttoned almost to the top.
Will watched through half-closed eyes, determined not to touch his cock as he knew he would cum just by touching it. Gazing at his own reflection Seth smiled and ran his hands over the shirt, feeling the bulge of his pecs underneath. "Yeah," he murmured softly.
Will realized that Seth was doing what Will had urged him to do earlier – getting off on his own mirror image. He undid two top buttons, then another and grinned as he slid a hand under his shirt. "Yeah," he moaned again, then unbuttoned the shirt all the way down so it fell back to expose his hairy chest and ripped abs. Smiling he shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor.
"Fleetingly it crossed Will's mind that he would have to pick the shirt up later and hang it up, as he did with all his other clothes. But he banished the glancing thought before it interrupted his growing fantasy.
Seth yawned and stretched his arms up high so his back muscles flexed. Will gasped when he saw what came next. Seth kept one arm raised, bent at the elbow, and flexed his bicep, smiling at the mirror. He stroked the bicep with his other hand ... "oh yeah" ... then bent his head and kissed it.
He pressed his fists into his waist and flared his lats, in another competition pose. He ripped open his jeans, let them fall round his angles and stepped out of them. "Shit damn," Seth growled, gazing at the wild-looking hunk in the mirror wearing only blue boxers, and staring at the chiseled face with the squared, heavily stubbled jaw. One hand dropped to the bulge at his crotch while the other squeezed one of his nipples.
Will had to stop himself from cumming as he stared at the big man getting off on his own muscular body. But then Seth yawned again, turned from the mirror and walked toward the bed. "Shove over, kid," he growled.
Will turned over on his side away from him and felt the big body fall on the bed beside him. He glanced furtively at a wall mirror and saw Seth lying on his back, with one arm raised, his hand behind his head. The other hand reached down and rubbed against the bulge in his shorts.
Will took deep breaths trying to stay calm, hoping that the man wouldn't just rub one out and fall asleep. But after a while Seth sighed and rolled over on his side toward Will. He moved so clumsily that his bulging shorts touched Will's bare butt. The boy could even feel the shape of his huge cock moving under the shorts against the crack in his ass.
"You asleep, boy?"
"Not yet, sir."
"You don't mind me pressing against you like this do ya? I feel so horny it's either this or jerking off in the mirror."
"I don't mind at all, sir."
"Good. Some guys are so uptight they'd slug me if I did this. Glad to see you're open-minded, boy. What's your name, by the way?"
"Will, sir." He held his breath as he felt the man's bulge press harder against his ass cheek and slide back and forth over it. After a while, the man pulled down his shorts and Will felt a huge cock grind up and down the crack between his cheeks.
"Sir," Will said at last. "You can put it inside if you want to."
The man reached over Will's body and felt his rigid cock. "Dammit, boy, you've got a fucking boner. This is my lucky day. OK, kid, you asked for it."
Will felt the head of the man's cock slide into his ass and pause. "Here it comes, boy ..." The long shaft slammed deep inside his ass and Will howled "Aaagh" as his own cock erupted and poured jizz onto the bed in front of him."
"Did you fucking cum?" the man roared. He pulled out, flipped Will on his back and knelt between his legs. "Did I tell you you could cum?"
"No, sir. Sorry, sir, but you're so hot, and your cock felt so good I couldn't hold back. But you can still fuck me. Please ... fuck my ass and cum inside me, sir. I want it so bad."
The man grinned. "Dammit, you are hot to trot ain't you? Real cute too with that red hair, and nice trim body. Kid, I could use a boy like you, I should take you home and keep you there as my boy to service me whenever I want. But first I gotta get my rocks off." He pushed Will's legs up, leaned forward between them and pinned his arms to the bed.
Will looked up at the swarthy stubbled face, at the laser blue eyes piercing his and he felt the huge cock enter him again, but this time gently, lovingly. The man fucked him slowly at first but gradually faster and deeper. Will writhed underneath him but he was the man's prisoner – and he loved it. He watched the hairy, muscular chest rise and fall above him, felt the rod piston inside him until the stubbled face winced, the mouth opened and "Yeah, fuck yeah ... here it comes, boy ..."
His body flexed hard, his head jerked back making his shaggy hair fly wildly as his cock blasted its load deep inside Will's ass.
Seth stared down at Will, panting heavily, and then a smile spread over his face. "Dammit, Will, that was fucking great. Are you OK?"
"Sir, I wish I could stop the clock right now and have this feeling forever."
"Don't worry kiddo, you're gonna have lots of stop-the-clock moments like this. You're gonna be my son, my boy, my buddy, my playmate, the stranger I share a bed with – and whatever new fantasy we cook up. We are gonna have so much fun."
He pulled his cock out gently, lay down beside Will and cradled him in his arms. And that's how they slept all night."
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Next morning Will got up early, leaving Seth snoozing in bed. He knew Seth had to be at the construction site early but that he also liked a big breakfast.
So when Seth finally pulled himself out of bed he breathed in the welcome scent of sizzling bacon. He pulled on his boxers and went to the kitchen where the small table was already set. Will turned and smiled his eager smile behind his glasses. He was, of course, wearing his usual green apron and chef's hat.
"Good morning, sir. Breakfast is ready. Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, but when I woke up I reached over for you and you'd gone. Can't we go back to bed for a while and, you know, fool around a bit more?"
"Absolutely not," Will said, "you'll be late for work. You have to be first on the construction site as you're the boss, so no lingering. Sit down and eat your breakfast."
"Damn, last night we sorted out that father/son thing and now you're turning into my mother?" Seth grinned, wrapped his arms round him and kissed him while Will waved a dripping spatula in the air.
When they separated at last Will said, "First rule in my kitchen, sir, hands off the chef, even if it does give the chef a boner."
"Damn, I can't even kiss the cook? You wait `till tonight, kid. You may be king of the kitchen, with your rules and all, but I got a few rules of my own in the bedroom, where I'm the king."
He sat down and dug into a cooked breakfast with all his favorites. "Talking of tonight, kiddo, did you mean it when you said we should have Darius, Pablo and their boys to dinner?"
"Sure, sir, if you would like that. With so many guys away in Palm Springs, those second-floor guys are making do trying to cook their own food, to give the twins a break. They even asked me if I would come and do one of my catering gigs there, but I said I was busy here with you."
"And gonna get busier," Seth grinned. "So you're thinking if Mohammed can't go up to the mountain, bring the mountain-men down to the chef, eh? You think you can handle it?"
"Definitely, sir, and I know Ryan would lend a hand. I'm already teaching him how to cook so this would be great for him. `Course, if you'd rather be alone with me ..."
"Well of course I wanna be alone with you, but we'll have all night for that. Hey, you're not thinking of inviting your buddies to share our bed, are you?"
"Not a chance, sir. I want you to myself. Anyway, sir, the correct protocol would be for you to invite Darius and Pablo as they're the senior boys."
Seth laughed. "Us guys on the construction site don't give a shit about protocol but if that's what you want I'll ask them at work and give you a call. We'll be closing the site early as work is slow, so I won't be home late."
When breakfast was over Seth again groped and hugged Will but the boy sternly pushed him away. He said rather formally, "Much as I would like to spend the whole day in bed with you, sir, I don't want to be the cause of you showing up late for work. Now I don't think I have to pick out your work clothes for you, you can handle that."
"Yeah," Seth grinned, "just pull something out of the dirty clothes basket, the filthier the better. Gotta keep up my image."
Will shook his head. "I have so much to teach you, sir."
"Oh yeah? And I got a few tricks up my sleeve too. I'm working on this fantasy where the boss of a construction site gets all sweaty and grungy and makes the newest young recruit, prob'ly a redhead, lick his whole body clean – kind of an initiation. What d'ya think, kiddo?"
"I think you should go to work, sir, before I cream my shorts listening to you." Seth went back to the bedroom and he hadn't been kidding. He pulled out of the laundry basket the same sweaty clothes he wore yesterday, the ones Will had tossed in there last night. He reappeared in the kitchen and held his arms out sideways. "Ta-da. What d'ya think?"
"I think it's kinda disgusting, sir, and you better not hug me like that." But when Seth did, Will clung on and breathed in deeply, hoping the musky, sweaty smell would stay in his nostrils all day until the welcome-home hug.
And then Seth was gone, leaving Will with a hard-on, and the task of planning dinner for seven.
<><> THE TWINS PROPOSE A TOAST <><>
An hour or so later Seth called. "We're on, kiddo. The guys seemed relieved that they'd be getting some decent food instead of the stuff they've been microwaving. See you later, dude. Get that butt ready for me."
After Will tidied the house and the kitchen he wrote down a menu so he could see all the things he'd be needing. This called for a trip across the garden to the main kitchen in the compound where he found the twins taking a coffee break. They smiled up at him and Kyle said, "Hey, Will, how's it going over there? You and Seth getting on OK?"
"We're having a great time, sirs. And tonight we're having Darius, Pablo and their boys to dinner. I came over to raid your kitchen and take some extra things I'll need. Are you managing over here without me?"
"Well, we miss you, of course, you and Bob, but it's like we're having a mini-vacation, just the two of us. We're having the best time," Kevin grinned. "With so many guys away, some of those left have offered to cook for themselves to give us a break. But I think the second-floor guys must be real stoked to get your invitation."
The twins watched as Will went around the kitchen taking utensils and dishes to supplement Seth's meager supply. But he was unusually silent and the twins, who had inherited Bob's sensitive antennas, sensed that there was something on his mind. When he had loaded up a cart with equipment Will seemed reluctant to leave."
"OK, kiddo," Kevin smiled. "Sit down, grab a cup of coffee, and spill the beans."
"How did you know there were beans to spill, sirs?" Then he smiled. "I can never hide anything from you, sirs. So, yeah, there is something – something real important actually."
Will took a deep breath ... and plunged into the whole story. He talked hesitantly, somewhat incoherently at times, and circled round to the crucial point of the story. "So what I'm trying to say, guys, is, like ... Seth is not ... I forget the word ..."
"Not your biological father, Will?" Kevin said gently.
"Yeah, that's the one," Will blushed. "How did you know?"
Kyle grinned. "Well we could tell you were working up to that, but we always kinda wondered, well, you with your cute red hair and all. So, at the risk of sounding like a therapist, how do you feel about that, Will?"
Will was relieved now that the secret was out. "It took some getting used to at first, it was a shock. But you know me, I started to work it out logically and I remembered all the things you and Bob have taught me – like love is the only thing that really counts and all the rest is small potatoes.
"Thing is, Seth may not have fucked to produce me, but right from when I was born he accepted me as his son and he raised me single-handed after my mom took off and left us. Now that's real love, sirs. Only thing was Seth really wanted me to be his real son and he kinda lost his mind and tried to make the connection by fucking me, or trying to.
"But that's all in the past and last night we had a great night. Things seemed kinda different – you know, me being his step-son now – so it seemed even more OK to fuck than before. You know what I mean – no more of that social stigma about family members fucking like ... Oh ..." he blushed deep red. "I'm sorry, sirs, I didn't mean there's anything wrong with you two making love or ... shit, I'm really fucking this up, ain't I?"
Kevin touched his arm. "Nonsense, Will. We long ago got over those weird looks people give us when they find out that twins can actually make love to each other. It's the first thing we loved about Bob, it didn't faze him at all – and now he loves to watch, and join in."
Kyle added, "But like you say, Will, in the great scheme of things, stuff like that is small potatoes. The thing is, you and Seth love each other, end of story."
"But sirs," Will said urgently, "I still wanna be your boy, always. This don't change that, does it?"
"Not if we have anything to say about it," Kevin laughed. "You're our boy and always will be. And we're Bob's boys, so you're kinda Bob's boy once removed, and you're Seth's boy in a different way, and Randy's the King of the Gypsies. It's one big loving family." They burst out laughing and fell into a three-way hug. And that's when the phone rang.
Kyle looked at the ID and said, "It's Darius. I'll put it on speaker. Hey Darius, it's Kyle. I'm here with Kevin and Will and you're on speaker. What's up, dude?''
"Hey, guys," came Darius's cheerful voice. "I was really looking for Will and thought he might be with you. Will, I wanna thank you for inviting Pablo and me and the boys to dinner. It'll be great to get some of that gourmet chow you're famous for. You sure you can cope with us all?"
"Sure I can. I've cooked for more than seven before."
"Great. I'll have my boy Ryan give you a hand, he'd love that." He paused. "Er, there's just a head's up I wanna give you – you know, forewarned is forearmed. Thing is, you know Pablo and his moods. Well, he's in another one here at work. Something went wrong with a truck, the supplier fucked up, some of the crew fucked up and he's having a cow.
"You don't wanna hear all that, I know, but I promise you, Will, there's no way I'm gonna let my crazy lover spoil your party. I'm only telling you `cos we might be a tad late and, er, if you sense any kind of tension it'll have nothing to do with you. It'll be because I've dealt with Pablo in my own special way. Everything's gonna be hunky-dory, kid and, er, are we having rhubarb pie?"
"If that's what you want Darius, you got it. And I appreciate the heads-up, dude. I won't let it faze me."
"Oops. Gotta go, guys. The shits hitting another fan, now. But Seth's handling it fine, or I should say manhandling it. Much like he does you kiddo. See you at dinner, can't wait."
The line went dead and Kyle grinned. "Don't you just love Darius? What a guy."
"Yeah," Kevin added, "but we forgot to include Pablo in our little family. He is the boss's boy after all and the boss is Randy's lover and ... but I won't go over the family tree again."
"Oh I'm not worried about Pablo, sirs. He's a really great guy at heart. I'll never forget how when I ran away from Seth he wouldn't let me take my dog Norman with me. I missed him a lot, and when Pablo heard about it he went right over to Seth's house and somehow rescued Norman and brought him home to me. I'll never forget that, it meant everything to me."
"You're right, Will," Kevin said. "And if anyone can tame the raging Pablo Darius can. Just you wait and see. Your party's gonna be a big success."
Kyle said, "So kiddo, congratulations to you and Seth. He's a terrific guy." Kevin raised his coffee cup. "Here's to Seth." They clinked cups and chorused, "To Seth."
Will blushed again, his eyes sparkling behind his owl glasses.
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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 518
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