A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 590 by Rob Williams

CHAPTER 590 – "THE TRIBE PARTIES"

IN THIS CHAPTER

After the tribe's Grady-House party, Grady sits in bed with his lover Mario and their boy Brian, enjoying post-party gossip, and guessing what is actually happening in nearby guestrooms. The cop Mark, and his surfer buddy Jamie, are initiating young Felipe as the cop's boy. And cowboy Charlie is getting off watching his boys, Noah and Vic, make love – to each other, then to him.

<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>

At the big Grady-House party for the whole tribe, love was definitely in the air.

As Bob, the co-leader of the tribe, said to the hosts, movie-star Grady and his Italian lover Mario, "The variations of love here run the whole gamut from affection to lust, with everything you can imagine in between."

Affection was represented by Bob and Mario who had taken time out from the festivities and made love – the old-fashioned way.

Lust was Grady's territory – lust for the cowboy Charlie who had dropped in to visit his boys Noah and Vic, and had together subjected the movie-jock to the sexual humiliation he craved.

Now, in mid-afternoon, Bob and his lover Randy sat with Mario and Grady, listening to the buzz in the various groups gathered around.

"I love all this dudes," Grady said. "I tell you, I couldn't survive the pressures of stardom if I didn't have you guys to take Mario and me into a whole different, beautiful world that has nothing to do with show-biz. Well," he grinned, "it's a show-biz of a sort – the X-rated kind, I'm happy to say.

"Look at my gang over there for example – Jamie, Nate and Eddie huddling together, gearing up for our publicity gig, and Eddie still drooling over the thought of that private jet.

The `publicity gig' Grady was referring to was the multi-city ten-day publicity tour to promote the lifeguard movie he was still shooting. While he loved acting, he hated the stress of being an international celebrity and dreaded the looming tour.

So he was hugely relieved when the studio agreed to Mario's suggestion that he bring not only Mario as his personal manager, but his three buddies who worked with him on the movie – Jamie and Nate to explain to the press about the complex surfing scenes, and young Eddie as his personal cameraman. An added incentive was that they would be traveling from city to city on one of the studio's private jets.

Mario said, "And look over there at those kids Vic and Noah, looking wide-eyed and hanging on every word of their sexy hero, cowboy Charlie." Charlie had arrived unexpectedly taking a break between rodeo gigs, much to the delight of his boys who were excited about spending the night with him in the pool-house here.

Bob smiled, "The couple I have a real soft spot for are Pete and Brandon, talking to young Brian about their vacation plans. I'm so glad they'll be coming up here when you all take off on that PR gig. Give them a chance to relax here with Brian and Danny on a long-overdue mini-vacation. They're gonna have such a great time.

"And don't forget the chefs," Bob added, "Danny and his lover Tommy, my twins, freckle-faced Will, and that cute young immigrant Felipe having the time of his life, having found his first real home and family after his long, brave trek to get here."

"OK, all that's in the near future," Grady grinned, "but right here and now let's take bets on who, out of the whole crowd, will be the first to break from the pack and hog the spotlight?"

"That's easy," Bob laughed. "I vote for motormouth Eddie." Randy nodded, "Eddie, hands down." Grady and Mario agreed – "No contest ... Eddie."

They didn't have long to wait. In a few minutes they high-fived each other as Eddie shot to his feet. "Listen up, guys," he yelled. I have a big announcement."

"Which you...will...not...believe," came a chorus of boys, followed by gales of laughter.

"Quiet! Hey, if you don't shut up I'll ... I'll just stop talking."

"You hear that, guys? Eddie's gonna stop talking ... yeah right, like that's gonna happen."

That brought more laughs, but Eddie took it in stride. "You can laugh, men, but later this evening you'll be creaming your shorts. Because I, Eddie, will be showing a movie in the screening room downstairs. A movie made by yours truly. I have edited together ... wait for it ... a mashup of highlights from all the videos I've made of our two stars – Grady as the gorgeous lifeguard captain, and Charlie as the totally sexy rodeo cowboy.

"Bring your trick towels with you, guys, `cos your gonna need them – won't be a dry cock in the house. It's a spectacular event, amazing, dazzling, and I can truly say, without fear of contradiction ..." he grinned his irresistible puckish grin "... all together guys ... "

The entire crowd howled, "You...Will...Not...Believe ..."

========= CHAPTER 590 =========

<><> BRIAN TAKES NOTES <><>

The festivities at the Grady House party continued well into the afternoon in an atmosphere of love, laughter, lazing on the grass and splashing in the pool. All the three dozen or so men and boys of the tribe were relaxing and, as Bob said, recharging their batteries before the rigors of the coming week in their various jobs.

Grady's lover Mario, the co-host of the party, always vigilant of the hard-working chefs, made one of his many trips to the kitchen to check on them. "Ciao, mi amici, va tutto bene?"

"Everything's on track, sir," Danny said. Following their usual procedures Danny was the head chef today as it was his kitchen. "We're starting prep for dinner, but it's a slow time so we're working in shifts. Felipe is off right now, talking to his buddy Jamie, sharing his excitement about the upcoming publicity tour. And Will's taking time off next to spend time with his dad Seth."

"Molto bene. I know you all love working in the kitchen, keeping us all fed, but it's essential that you enjoy the party too. That's why we have five chefs here today. Danny, how do you feel about the prospect of Pete and Brandon coming up here when we've all gone away on this trip, leaving you and Brian alone?"

"Loving the idea, sir. Especially as my lover Tommy has said he's taking time off from Doc Steve's house and he'll be staying here with me."

"Eccelente, Danny, quite a merry group. I must go and see how Brian is doing."

Outside Mario scanned the crowd and saw Brian buzzing around in his wheelchair, loading up with drinks from the bar and serving them to their guests. He caught up with him when he had paused to make notes on a pad on is tray.

"Are those drinks orders, Brian?" Mario asked, concerned that he was being used as a waiter.

"Oh no, sir, I load up once in a while, but mostly the guys get their own drinks from Tommy at the bar. No I, er, wasn't writing drinks orders."

He blushed and Mario smiled, "You don't have to tell me, bambino, I'm not prying."

"That's OK, sir, I want to. It's for Grady. See, going from group to group here I pick up lots of snatches of conversation, tidbits of gossip from everyone. I know you have told us that is private and confidential, not to be repeated – except to Grady. He always asks me for all the gossip, and I know he will tonight. But there's so much going on here that I'm afraid of forgetting it, so I'm writing it down, taking notes. You think that's OK?"

"It's more than OK, bambino, it's essential, Grady expects it. Provided it stays between you and him."

"Oh it always does, sir. Grady says that's what makes gossip so exciting, `cos it's secret, just between us. He loves our late-night sessions."

Mario smiled at Brian's earnest wide-eyed expression. "I know he does, Brian, it's one of his favorite things, especially after a party. He doesn't even tell me the secrets."

"Well, sir, when he's in bed with you he's prob'ly got other things on his mind."

Mario laughed. "You're right there, amico, and we both know what that is. You and I make a great team ... you fill his mind with gossip, then I fill his body with sperma.

"But enough about Grady – everything always seems to circle back to Grady, non è vero? I want to know about you and especially how you feel about Pete and Brandon spending their time up here after Grady and I have gone off on our trip."

Brian's eyes sparkled. "I'm really looking forward to it and I've already spoken to them about it. Brandon and I are very close as you know, and I've missed him a lot lately. It'll be great having him here full-time."

Brian frowned. "Only thing is, sir, I'm not sure how it's gonna be with Pete. I mean, him and Brandon are lovers and you know that saying about `three's a crowd'. I don't want to be the third wheel, getting in their way."

Oh, bambino, there's nothing wrong with being a third wheel. Grady and I love it when someone else is with us, like Bob for example. It gives us a whole new perspective on our own relationship when we can bounce ideas off him, and even share some of our problems with him. And we open up with each other, saying things we would never say when it's just the two of us.

"In any case, you have a friendship with Brandon that goes back a long way, and in that sense Pete is the third wheel. He can be very helpful if your friendship with Brandon hits rough patches. You see, Brandon loves you and Pete. The difference is that he is Pete's boy and your boyfriend, and the three of you together can make both relationships richer.

"But above all, there's that wonderful Pete. You know how gentle and loving he is – must be something to do with being a Forest Ranger, communing with nature all day. He loves that you have such a close friend as Brandon. And he's such a sensitive man that if there is ever any uneasiness you can trust Pete to sort it out with discretion and affection."

"Thank you for saying that, sir, I never thought of it quite like that. Er, there is one other thing, sir. When you and Grady are here there's never any question that you're the bosses. But with you gone ... like ... who's the boss here, Danny or me?"

"Oh, I would be surprised that would ever come up, you have both always worked so well together. Technically Danny is the house manager, but you know I don't like labels. The way it's always worked is that Danny rules the kitchen, ordering supplies and so on, while you take care of the house. And you both manage the daily people who come in, like gardeners, janitors and repairmen.

"And don't forget, Bob, Randy and Mark are just a phone call away. If you have any problems with the house, or security or anything, they would be up here like a shot. No, Brian, I don't think you and Danny will have any territorial issues about who does what. Don't forget, your main focus will be on your guests, and I know you will be thrilled to take care of Pete and Brandon. You are so good at that."

Brian beamed. "I love you so much, sir. But I've already told you that again and again."

"And don't stop saying it, Brian, I love hearing it. And of course you know how much Grady and I love you. Now go and keep making your gossip notes for Grady. And make them juicy."

"Oh, I don't have to juice them up sir. The things I hear," Brian giggled. "As Eddie would say, `you...would...not...believe'."

<><> DINNER & A MOVIE <><>

And so the afternoon wore on until Tommy and the boys set up four long tables in a square, ten seats on each side, and the chefs went into overdrive to serve dinner. Everything worked with military precision, thanks to careful planning. The most difficult part was getting the unruly crowd seated, but the hubbub died down as Mario, sitting beside Grady, rose to speak.

"Signori, amici, I know that a crowd this boisterous will not sit still for too many speeches, but Grady and I wished to thank you for gracing our party with your presence, and I speak also for our boys Danny and Brian who have worked tirelessly, aided by many of the other boys here. I now hand the floor to Randy who, as boss of the whole tribe, will give the traditional thanks to our chefs."

There was a whoop of cheers and foot-stomping for Mario as he sat down and Randy got to his feet opposite him. "OK, guys, I'll keep it short `cos you'd rather chew on food than look at me."

"Can't we do both, sir?" Eddie shouted. "I always find I can do several ..."

Randy cut him off. "Hassan, can you keep your kid quiet? ... Stuff your dick in his mouth to gag him?"

"Wouldn't work, dude," Hassan laughed. "He can talk and chew cock at the same time." The grinning Eddie raised clasped hands in a triumphant gesture, to renewed cheers.

"Damn, tough room as always," Randy growled, "Listen up guys. Next one to interrupt gets his ass reamed." This of course brought the opposite of silence as the crowed yell, "me, me, me ..."

"Shut the fuck up will ya?" Randy roared. "That's better. OK, on behalf of everyone here I wanna thank Mario and Grady for putting on this big bash, and we wish them luck on their publicity gig.

"So now, as always, we give special thanks to our chefs and their helpers. Five chefs today – I give you, in the burgundy apron, Danny. In the green aprons, our own Kyle and Kevin, Will and the new cute member of our family, Felipe. And in the blue apron, Tommy, with thanks for setting this up and tending bar.

"And last but not least, thanks to Brian and Brandon for ferrying all the goodies out here. Amazing what they can stack on those tray tables. So, troops, let's hear it for these guys."

To tumultuous cheers the chefs, in the apron color of their own houses, stood in a row, with Brian and Brandon at each end. In accordance with the usual ritual they raised their chef's hats high in the air, then swooped them down in low theatrical bows, while Brian and Brandon did dizzying wheelies in their wheelchairs.

The tumult died down, the chefs and helpers took their place at table and dinner began.

It was hard for most of them to imagine that this was still the first day of the party, it had been so long and crowded with incident. When it began Grady had been having a meltdown about the upcoming publicity tour he dreaded. But Randy and Mark had taken care of that by pulling him down off the hated pedestal of stardom, and he was worked over and humiliated by the rugged gypsy and muscled cop.

Then Mario solved the problem of Grady's nerves by announcing that he would have an entourage on the trip – Mario, Jamie, Nate and Eddie. Feeling much relieved Grady relaxed, until his lust had spiked again when cowboy Charlie showed up unexpectedly. Charlie and his two boys took him to the Secret Garden where Grady indulged his cowboy sexual fantasies.

And while that was happening, Mario and Bob were up in Mario's office, ostensibly to go over the accounts, but in fact to get intimate and end up making good old-fashioned love – no ropes, no rough-stuff, just love and affection.

And now the whole noisy tribe was expending the last of its energy in the raucous pleasures of good food and drink, lusty talk and gusts of laughter.

The final act, the after-dinner entertainment, was Eddie's much-hyped movie – hyped by Eddie himself in the time-honored movie-promotion vocabulary – colossal...dazzling...amazing. And the men and boys of the tribe were surprised that the film itself almost lived up to the hype.

With after-dinner drinks in hand the well-lubricated tribe trooped down to the Grady House's opulent viewing room, a good-size theater in the basement. They sprawled on the couches and loveseats and Edie was nervous that in their inebriated state they might make fun of his movie.

But the erotic opening shot grabbed their attention right away – Grady running along the beach in his lifeguard shorts, and then the shirtless cowboy Charlie on a horse galloping from the other direction as if toward him. They were shot at different times, of course – Grady on location in the early days of filming, Charlie when he was visiting a buddy at his Malibu ranch some time ago and rode along the beach.

The rest of the film was a cleverly edited blend of shots of the two musclehunks, sometimes on split screens, some dissolving from cowboy to lifeguard. Eddie himself had added professional-sounding voiceovers, and sometimes let the shots speak for themselves, with a background soundtrack of waves or pounding hoofs.

Eddie's special talent was for homoerotic shots of sexy men, and here he had the perfect bare-chested stars. He had scarcely been exaggerating when he had said, "Bring your trick towels with you, guys, `cos your gonna need them – won't be a dry cock in the house." In fact some of the boys did cum, though most saved their rising lust for later, when in bed with their men.

The film lasted a little over half an hour and was greeted at the end with deafening cheers and applause. Eddie basked in the acclaim, bowing elaborately like a diva after a virtuoso performance.

Hassan ran up from the audience and pulled his boy into a tight hug, then raised his arm like a ref at a boxing match. "Ain't he terrific, guys?" Hassan beamed. "That's my boy."

"Thanks guys," Eddie grinned. "Only thing I needed for the big finish was Grady and Charlie physically together, like that scene in the Secret Garden. But I missed it, so maybe you guys can do a retake."

"Count me in," Grady laughed.

When the hubbub started to die down Brian wheeled himself up front and said, "Gentlemen, after that extravaganza all I have to say is goodnight. Feel free to stay in the garden drinking as long as you like, it's an open bar. I already assigned your guestrooms earlier today, but feel free to room-swap or man-swap as you please, that's up to you."

Grady said. "Just don't blame us if you wake up tomorrow with a stranger in your bed. And by the way, one man who's not in the mix is Mario – he's all mine."

Mario stood beside him. Buona notte, signori, dormite bene. As Scarlett O'Hara famously said at the end of her big movie. `Tomorrow is another day'."

<><> POST-PARTY GOSSIP <><>

To more rousing cheers Grady, Mario and Brian left the room and took the elevator from the basement to the second floor. As soon as they were in the master bedroom Grady leapt onto the large king-size bed. "Come here, kiddo."

Brian wheeled up alongside the bed and expertly hauled himself up beside Grady. They sat side by side propped up on the pillows and Grady put his arm round Brian's shoulder. "My favorite part of the party, and my favorite guy to share it with."

Brian pulled something from his pocket and Grady asked, "What's this?"

"My notebook," sir.

"Your notebook?" Grady chuckled. "You been taking notes?"

Brian's eyes opened wide. "I had to sir. This was a big party and as I rode around among the guys I heard so much stuff I could never have remembered it all, so I wrote it down."

"That's my boy, kiddo, so let's get started. Er, you OK, Mario? Come sit the other side of me."

"Grazie amore. I'll just sit next to you and read my book. And I promise I won't listen to any of your secrets," Mario smiled. "Pretend I'm not here."

Grady kissed him. "You're hard to ignore, amico. Hey, don't you just love this? To think at the start of the day I was in a deep funk about the publicity stuff, and now here I am in bed with my two favorite people in the whole world."

"So, where do we start, sir?" Brian asked, notebook at the ready.

"Well, let's see. You know who I was wondering about, the cute new boy Felipe from Honduras. So let me get this right, he's Jamie's boy, right?"

"Not exactly, sir. It's Jamie who discovered him hiding out at the beach and brought him here, and Felipe is in love with him. Jamie loves him too but not as his boy. Jamie don't want a boy, he wants someone more like a younger brother he can teach and care for. Not much different from a boy, except Felipe don't call him `sir'."

"Got it. But what's gonna happen when Jamie is away with us on this tour?"

"Ah that's where I had to start writing, `cos they were having quite an intense conversation about that with Mark. Do you think it was wrong of me to snoop, sir?"

"No, absolutely not. This is not snooping, just paying attention." Mario choked and smothered a smile and Grady gave him a mock-scornful look. "After all, Brian, this is strictly between you and me, and this guy here on the other side of me is so deep in his book he don't hear a word – never mind the theatrical choking sounds."

So Brian continued, "Of course Felipe is anxious about Jamie being away, `cos he depends on him so much – you know, personally, protectively, sexually, the whole thing. So that's where Mark stepped in and said he would take care of Felipe in all those ways in Jamie's absence.

"Did you know they sometimes have three-ways – the cop, the surfer and Felipe? They're prob'ly doing something like that right now. That's why I put them in the blue room cos it overlooks the pond, and the moonlight reflects from the pond up on the ceiling of their room. I thought it would be romantic."

"Kiddo you're a genius. Don't you think that's a beautiful thought, Mario?"

Mario stifled another smile. "Didn't hear a thing, amico."

"Yeah right. You know it was beautiful ... just say yes."

"Yes. Now can I get back to my book?"

"Ignore him, kiddo. OK, back to the blue room ..."

<><> THE COP, THE SURFER & FOREPLAY <><>

Even as they spoke, in the blue room down the hall the three men in question were lying on the bed gazing up at the ceiling that was indeed dappled with reflections from the moonlit pond below. Felipe lay between Jamie and Mark, resting his head on their arms that were stretched out and intertwined behind him on the bed.

Mark was saying, "Jeez, this place is kinda magical. And you know what I was saying earlier, kiddo, about taking care of you when Jamie's away. When I'm working I could always bring you up here, it's the most secure place I know, like living in a bank vault. Drives Grady crazy but it might be just the place for you."

"That's a thought," Jamie agreed. "You could even be a relief chef for Danny, let him spend more time with Tommy, and there'll only be a few guys to cook for. But listen, I ain't gone yet and I'm sharing a bed with my two favorite guys in the world. So Mark, I'm not sure what you mean when you say you're gonna take care of my young buddy here. He's like a kid brother to me, so I gotta make sure how you're gonna do that?"

"Hmm, hard to put into words, but I could give you a demonstration."

"Sounds like a plan," Jamie grinned. They withdrew their arms from behind Felipe's neck, got off the bed and stood at the foot staring down at the eighteen-year-old, with his dark Hispanic features and naturally buff young body with its long slim waist. Sexiest of all was the eager, wide-eyed expression on his face as he stared up at the cop and the blond surfer.

Jamie was still wearing the faded red boardshorts he wore everywhere, and Felipe wore similar shorts that he treasured as they were hand-me-downs from Jamie, a present from him. Mark, ready for bed, had stripped down to dark blue boxer shorts that contrasted with the golden tan of his near-naked body. He folded his muscular arms across his bare chest and Felipe inhaled sharply at the sight of the powerful cop.

"See, kid," Mark said, "as Jamie's probably told you, when you're under the protection of a cop, he's in charge of you. He's still a cop, and cops expect to be obeyed at all times. Think you can do that?"

"Yes please, sir. I mean, yes thank you, sir. Sorry, sir, I'm a bit nervous."

"Guys are always a bit nervous of cops, but we'll soon take care of that." Mark's chiseled features broke into a roguish smile as his hand strayed down to his shorts and he stroked the growing bulge. The movement made his muscles ripple in his arms and chest. As Felipe stared up in awe his own cock rose up in his shorts like a tentpole."

"Looks to me like he's ready to obey the strong arm of the law," Jamie grinned. "Want me to prime him, sir, get him good and ready for the main event?"

"Sure, buddy. First thing needs attention is that rod of his. Just don't let him spill his load. He does that I'll whip both your asses."

"Trust me, sir, I know how to prep a guy – bring him right to the edge without letting him spill over. You ready dude?"

"You know I am, Jamie."

"Good ... first things first. Let's take care of this." Jamie knelt on the bed, unlaced Felipe's boardshorts and pulled out his long straight cock. "Mmm, yeah, I remember that, how it tastes." He bent his face over it and sucked it slowly in and out.

"Aaahh," Felipe sighed, and Mark said, "Feels good eh, boy? My dick's gonna need a lot of attention like that when Jamie's away." He dropped his shorts and his massive cock reared up. Think you can handle this?"

"Yes, sir. Yes please, sir." Felipe stared up at the cop towering buck naked over him, his fist wrapped round his shaft. "Oh," Felipe whimpered. "Yes please, sir. Ahh ... ahh ..."

"Don't cum, boy, that's an order. OK, that's enough, Jamie, he's real close."

Jamie pulled away from the cock and crawled up the length of his body until their faces were inches apart and Jamie kissed him. "You'll be in good hands while I'm gone little brother. You'll have a blast, especially if Mark brings you up here – Pete and Brandon are good guys.

Jamie and Felipe kissed and talked for a while, oblivious of the sounds from the side of the room, until they heard the cop's deep voice. "OK, Jamie, he's all mine now." Jamie got off the bed, Felipe looked up and gasped.

<><> A NEW BOY FOR THE COP <><>

When Mark arrived at the Grady House that morning he had come straight from his shift so he was still in his uniform. That's how he had worked Grady over, with boss Randy. After that he had put the uniform away in the closet here. But while Jamie and Felipe were making out, he had put it on ... most of it anyway.

Felipe's eyes focused on the high shiny black motorcycle boots, then up the black serge pants with a silver stripe down each side, and the heavy black belt tight round his slim waist. Above the waist he wore only the black uniform shirt with police badge and flashes, hanging open over his bare, muscular chest.

"See, boy, when Jamie goes away, you're not gonna be the only one who misses him. I depend on him to make love to me, service my body and my cock. You've seen for yourself how Jamie has to wait for me naked on the bed when I come home in uniform and plough his ass. Show us Jamie ... show us what that looks like."

Jamie smiled, unlaced his boardshorts and let them drop. Mark looked admiringly at the naked surfer, stood beside him and flung his arm over his shoulder.

"Get a good look at this Felipe. These are the two guys you live with now, who love you and take care of you. And you're gonna love them in return and give them what they need. You're gonna get loved, licked, hugged, butt-fucked, face-fucked, spit roasted, and they're gonna spray their jizz all over that pretty body.

"So while Jamie's away you're gonna take his place – like now when the cop comes in, hot and horny and you gotta be naked on the bed offering your ass to him. Think you can handle that?"

"Yes please, sir," Felipe said and reached down to grab his cock that was oozing pre-cum. In his excitement he stroked it, feeling it shudder in his hand, almost ready to shoot.

Mark reached down and swatted his hand off his cock. "No, dammit ... did I say you could touch your cock and shoot your wad? Jamie used to make the same mistake, still does when he wants me to do what I've gotta do to you now."

Mark unhooked a set off handcuffs from his belt and walked toward the bed. In a moment of panic Felipe looked over at Jamie, and was reassured by his smile and an encouraging nod. If Jamie said it was OK it must be. And truth be told, his cock was now straining even harder as the cop leant down, pulled his arms up to the headboard and cuffed his wrists to the center rod.

"Now, I'll give you one last chance, kid. If you don't want this ... if you don't wanna substitute for Jamie and give me what he gives me ... just say the word."

"No, sir ... I mean yes, sir, I do want that. Please, I want to do that for you, please. I want to feel your cock inside me, sir."

"Thought you'd say that," Mark smiled with a touch of arrogance. "You're gonna be a good boy for me, I can tell. Right, first off, I wanna make sure you can't get free. Let me see you try."

Mark and Jamie exchanged glances as they watched the good-looking young man pull on his wrists, his youthful body writhing on the bed, struggling to get free."

"Man, I do like to see a kid like you tied up at the mercy of a cop. You're helpless, at my mercy, right? So this is how it's gonna be every night. The cop's gonna come home horny as hell after eight hours of that bike throbbing between his legs. And his boy's gonna be naked on the bed ready for him." Mark reached down, pulled Felipe's shorts down over his feet and flung them to Jamie. "That's better, that's how I want you."

Felipe watched spellbound as the cop pulled off his shirt and tossed it too to Jamie. Felipe gasped at the erotic sight of the blond muscle-cop stripped to the waist, legs wide apart, his uniform pants tucked into the high black boots. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge rod, hard as steel

Mark stared down at his young captive, but as he stroked his cock slowly his brow darkened. "Nah, I don't think so. Jamie's a hard act to follow, I don't think you can give me what I need. I need a boy who really wants it."

Felipe pulled frantically at his cuffed wrists. "I do want it, sir. Please, I do need it. Give me a chance, sir ... I can do it ... please, sir, I beg you ..."

Mark grinned at Jamie. "Don't you just love to hear a handsome kid like this beg a cop for mercy?" He turned his smile on Felipe. "It's OK, kiddo, that was just a test – lube him up Jamie."

Jamie pushed Felipe's legs back, buried his face in his ass and lubricated his hole with his tongue. A minute later he pulled back, stood up and smiled at Mark. He's all yours, sir."

Mark grabbed Felipe's ankles and pushed his legs up high, his ass on full display. Mark's smile was warm now. "So this is how it's gonna be every day that Jamie's gone, kiddo. And you're gonna love it ... the wait, the sight of the horny cop, watching the cop strip, seeing his rod spring out and feeling it ease inside your ass. Like this ..."

Felipe sighed deeply as he felt Mark's cock sink deeper and deeper inside him. Mark had done this to him once before, but this was different. The first time, soon after Jamie met him, Felipe had watched Mark fuck Jamie, then Mark had turned to him, calling it "two for the price of one". But that time, when he entered Felipe's ass, the boy had shot his load instantly.

This time was the real thing, something he knew he would be doing often to satisfy Mark in Jamie's absence. Still, it was hard for him to hold back his climax, watching the shirtless cop rise and fall over him, feeling his long shaft filing his ass. It was a thrilling sensation and he reflexively tried to free his hands. He looked up into Mark's smiling blue-gray eyes and said softly, "Please, sir. You are so beautiful ... may I touch you, sir?"

Mark pulled the handcuffs key from his pocket and tossed it to Jamie, who deftly unlocked the cuffs. "Thank you, sir," Felipe said, rubbing his wrists then gently touching Mark, tracing his fingers round the mounds of his pecs, then resting his palms on them, pushing lightly up and back as his body moved and feeling the muscles flex under his hands.

The sensation was matched by the exquisite feeling that radiated from his ass over his whole body. He glanced up at Jamie who smiled, "Awesome feeling eh, buddy? And you'll get lots more where this came from."

Mark said, "You got a warm sexy butt, kiddo. "I'm gonna enjoy fucking you every day. You'll be waiting for me, won't you?"

"Naked on the bed, sir, just as Jamie taught me. But, sir, right now I'm having trouble holding back my cum. Like it's bursting inside me."

"Can you keep your hands on me when you shoot?"

"Absolutely, sir. I just need your permission."

Mark grinned. "OK, kiddo, permission granted – as soon as you feel my sperm in your ass."

Felipe stared into Mark's eyes and dug his fingers into his solid pecs as he felt the rod drilling his ass harder and faster. He saw the cop tense, saw him wince, and felt his cock swell inside him and flood his ass with warm juice, as his own cock reared up and spurted semen over his writhing body.

Mark bent down and kissed Felipe as he gently withdrew his cock from his ass. "Beautiful kiddo. Yeah we're gonna have a great time together. We'll make Jamie proud of us both when we give him a big welcome home. Hey, Jamie, down here there's a real cute ass all lubed up with my jizz. You wanna grab a piece of the action?"

"You read my mind, officer." Jamie took Mark's place kneeling on the bed and pushed Felipe's legs back again. "Can you take another cock so soon, bro?"

Felipe laughed, "Jamie, I can take your cock anytime."

So, not for the first time, Jamie drove his cock in his buddy's ass and shot his load almost at once, mixing his juice with the cop's inside the awestruck boy.

Mark kissed Jamie and grinned, "This kid's a keeper, dude. You hear that, Felipe? No turning back now, boy ... your ours for good." The cop was all business now. "What time do the chefs want you in the morning, kid?

"I don't have to report to the kitchen until ten, sir. Danny and the twins are doing the early shift."

"Good, so we can sleep in. Now I gotta get these pants and boots off. You both know the drill."

Jamie pulled Felipe up off the bed and Mark sat on the edge of the bed, boots on the floor, and leaned back on his elbows. Jamie said, "Come on bro. I've shown you how this works. Both together now."

They turned their backs on Mark, standing side by side. They bent down and raised a boot each under their asses, grabbed the toe and heel and tugged forward. The boots started to budge, then came off suddenly and the boys lurched forward against the wall. Laughing, they pulled off Mark's uniform pants and a few seconds later they were all lying naked on the bed, Jamie between Mark and Felipe.

Felipe felt a surge of joy, followed by a stab of panic that a feeling this good couldn't last. "Sir," he said softly, "will you really take care of me like you said, even if they try to take me away?"

"I said it, I meant it, kid. A cop never breaks his word on something like this, right Jamie?"

"Damn straight. Hey, bro, you're on boot-removal duty for life."

<><> GRADY & MARIO BICKER & LAUGH <><>

Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Grady and Brian were still deep in gossip. Brian had flicked through the pages of his notebook, answering Grady's questions and `dishing all the dirt' as Grady called it, a phrase that made Mario wince. But Mario still he kept his eyes on his book and his ears closed ... or so he said, though neither of the gossip-mongers believed it. They just ploughed ahead regardless, and Mario had a smile on his lips to hear both of them so happy.

By now they had gone through several of the couples and groups who were by now comfortably installed in the various guestrooms Brian had assigned. Grady had wrung from Brian all the juicy facts he had gathered rolling through the crowd, keeping his ears, and his notebook, open.

"OK kiddo, you've just finished telling me about young chef Will sleeping with his brawny step-dad Seth, but we haven't talked about the pool-house yet. Why did you give that room to Charlie and his boys Noah and Vic?"

"Well, sir, you recall that the cowboy was a surprise last-minute arrival at the party, and by that time I had assigned all the other rooms. But in any case I think I would have chosen the pool-house for them. As you know, that room is real special, lots of charm, and easy for late-night or early-morning private swims.

"See, I feel kinda sorry for those young boys `cos their so crazy about Charlie but don't get to see him much when he's travelling with the rodeo. You saw how thrilled they were when he showed up. They'll only have two nights together so I wanted them to be special for them all. I even left a bottle of brandy in the pool-house there for them."

Grady frowned, "What I can never quite get over is that Charlie don't even have sex with men. How do the kids handle that?"

"Well sir, he don't usually have sex with men when he's out in the world, but you gotta admit the tribe is kinda special ... you know, like ..."

Without looking up from his book Mario said, "The word you're searching for, bambino, is sui-generis, Latin for in a class by itself."

Thought you weren't listening," Grady said gruffly.

"I wasn't. I just couldn't help showing off my Latin."

"But sir," Brian asked logically, "if you weren't listening, how did you know I was ...?"

Grady huffed, "Pay no attention to him, kiddo, he's full of it. Fuck him."

Brian said, "Don't you mean get fucked by him, sir?" which made Mario choke back a laugh.

"Yeah, I guess that would be closer to the mark," Grady grinned, then caught himself. "Hey, wait just a goddam minute here. How did we get sidetracked like this? Just when you were gonna spill the beans about cowboy Charlie."

"OK, OK, sorry sir. Well as I was saying, when Charlie met the tribe it was a whole different world, like er, sui-generic, right sir?"

"Almost, Brian," Mario mumbled. "Sui-generis."

"Sui-bullshit" Grady said, trying to keep a straight face. "Brian ..."

"Sorry, sir. OK right, cowboy Charlie. So when he met this crowd of hot-looking horny men, fucking and sucking each other, his spirit of adventure took over. As a rodeo cowboy he can be a wild and crazy guy, like you yourself found out today sir in the Secret Garden with him and his boys. Depending on who he's with he does pretty much everything except butt-fucking.

"OK, got it, but I wanted to know about him and his boys."

"Well, sir, from what I can tell, he really fell in love with those kids, and not for the usual sexual reasons. They moved him, he felt huge, like, sympathy for them, especially when he saw how loving they were with each other. He wants to hug them all the time, and does often. And, here's the good bit sir that I didn't even write down, he really gets off watching them make love.

"It's not really sexual with him, he just loves that they're so happy. And I gotta say, I've seen those boys make love and it really is something special."

"Do you think that's what they're doing now, kiddo ... in the pool house?"

"I'd bet the farm on it, sir."

"Bet the farm?" Mario queried. "Non Capisco."

"No you wouldn't capiso," Grady said derisively, "`cos you speak Italian ... and Latin, it seems. That was Brian showing off his good ol' American – bet the farm ... bet my shirt ... bet my bottom dollar ... Oh never mind. Next thing we'll be getting a Latin translation."

"The Latin for farm is villam," Mario murmured, noisily turning a page in his book.

"Oh shut up," Grady growled. He looked at Mario who's eyes were twinkling ... and all three of them broke into uncontrollable laughter until tears ran down their faces.

<><> CHARLIE & HIS BOYS TRADE GIFTS <><>

If Brian had bet the farm or his shirt he would not have lost either, as he was correct as usual.

When Charlie and his boys retired to the pool house, drinks in hand, he watched as Vic and Noah explored excitedly, bumping into each other and slopping their drinks. "It's gorgeous, sir. And Brian said we could have it every time we visit the Grady House with you."

"Sounds perfect." Charlie took their drinks from them, then wrapped them both in his arms and squeezed them tight. When at last he let go Noah said, "Hey, sir, it's a full moon tonight and the pool is right there. Can we go for a moonlight swim."

Charlie put on his stern face. "No you cannot, and you know why?" They looked at him with furrowed brows. "It's because we've all been drinking a lot and you should never go swimming when you're a bit drunk, especially when nobody's around. Y'all know how many accidents there have been like that? In the morning sure, but not now."

"Sorry, sir," Noah said. They secretly loved it when he corrected them, like an older brother.

"That's OK kid, that's what I'm here for. But I won't be here all the time, and I've asked Bob to keep an eye on you – Nate too, except he'll be gone on that promotion tour with Grady.

"But look, there's a small private deck overlooking the pool, with the moon shining full on it. So as we won't be swimming there's no reason we can't have another drink. I see a brandy bottle over there, left by Brian no doubt. He sure knows how to take care of guests."

They brought the bottle and glasses over to the chaises on the moonlit deck. The boys sat down and Charlie pulled something from his backpack. "Hey, look, I got a little present for y'all."

He sat facing them. "Real cowboy hats have strings so the guy can push the hat back off his head and let it I hang down his back. I go through a lot of hats at the rodeo and before I threw a couple of old ones out recently, I salvaged the rawhide strings from them. I tied each one in a loop – here they are. Thought they'd look cool hanging round my boys' necks – a sign to everyone that you're a cowboy's boys."

He took one rawhide loop, pushed it over Vic's head and let it hand round his neck, knot at the bottom. He hung the second one round Noah's neck. The boys stared at each other, eyes gleaming. They reached forward and touched each other's neck.

"They are so cool, sir," said Vic. "We'll wear them always, even in the shower." Noah beamed, "Just wait till the other boys see them." They threw their arms round Charlie pushing him sprawling back on the chaise. "Hey, cool it guys or you'll injure my back so bad I won't be able to ride, and have to spend all my time here with you."

"We wouldn't say no, sir," Noah laughed. But Vic frowned, "We didn't get a present for you though, sir."

"Yes you did ... yourselves. Y'all don't know what a tonic it is to see you guys, spend time with you and sleep with you? All this is so different from my world, and I love it."

Noah frowned, "We just wish there was something we could do for you, sir."

"You can, guys. The sight of you looking so happy makes me happy too. Joy is infectious, ya know. So just be yourselves and let me look at you. Like, right now, stand up."

They stood up, shoulder to shoulder and smiled down at him. He took another sip of brandy, then stretched back lazily on the chaise. The back of the chaise was raised at an angle, and he linked his hands behind his head, which made his biceps flex. "Y'all don't know how perfect this is for me? Looking up at my own boys, lit by the full moon."

The boys stared at him in awe, the muscular cowboy lying barefoot and bare-chested in blue jeans. They looked away from Charlie and smiled at each other. The way they usually expressed their happiness with each other was to kiss ... which they did now.

Charlie grinned, "God, that's beautiful. I love that."

They broke apart and smiled down at him. "Sir," Vic said, "would you like us to make love?"

"You read my mind, kiddo. I love watching my boys make love. Go for it, guys."

The boys were wearing their usual shorts, T-shirt and sneakers and proceeded to undress each other – shirts first, then the sneakers, before they unzipped the other's shorts and let them drop. Naked, they held each other at arm's length and their cocks stiffened.

They pulled the cushions off two chaises and lay them side by side on the wooden deck. They lay down, hugged each other and rolled over on the cushions, kissing and licking. They ended up in a sixty-nine position and Charlie smiled as he watched them suck each other off.

Knowing that their man was watching them made their love-making more intense than ever, and soon they were panting hard, their ecstatic groans muffled by their buddy's cock. Charlie said, "Yeah, now, kids ... do it now." He watched their bodies jolt and their throats tighten as they gulped down each other's musky juice.

When their heartbeats subsided they rolled over and kissed each other, then got on their knees and grinned impishly at Charlie. He saw the gleam in their eyes and protested, "Oh no ... no you don't ..."

But he was still smiling and the boys knew what he wanted. They got up, walked over to the chaise and knelt one on each side. They knew he could have pushed them off but he kept his hands linked behind his head as he looked down at them and let them go to work. Vic unbuttoned his Levi's and Noah pulled out his semi-hard cock.

From then on the boys took turns sucking the long dick and the cowboy's mock protests turned to moans of pleasure. While one boy worked on his cock the other licked his chest, and he reached down and ran his fingers through the boy's hair. It wasn't so much the physical sensation that made his cock hard, as the joy of seeing these eager boys so happy, happy to be servicing their hero."

"Y'all wanna drink my jizz, guys?"

"Yes please, sir" they said in unison.

"OK, here it comes ...." The muscular body tensed, Charlie arched his back and sighed deeply as he unloaded his sperm in Vic's mouth, to be quickly replaced by Noah who drank the rest of his jizz and drained him dry.

After they had drink their fill, they laid their heads on his chest and he stroked their hair. "That was just what this cowboy needed, kids. Now I dunno about you but I'm bushed after a long action-packed day. You wanna explore that big king-size bed I saw in there?"

They needed no more persuasion and within minutes all three were lying together, Charlie between the boys, their naked bodies lit by the moonlight streaming through the window blinds. "Happy, kids?"

They answered with groans of pleasure and snuggled closer. He glanced from side to side at each of them, still proudly wearing the rawhide string round their necks. He smiled, knowing they would never come off ... as they said, `not even in the shower'.

<><> WAR & PEACE <><>

In the master suite the gossip session was finally winding down, much to the relief of Mario who had finished his book and closed his eyes.

Grady sighed, "Guess we pretty much covered everyone, Brian ... except for you. I never hear much gossip about you, dude. So how do you feel about us going away and leaving you with Pete and Brandon?"

"Well of course I'll miss you, sir. but I love the idea of spending ten days with the hunky Ranger and Brandon, who is his boy and my boyfriend."

"Hmm, don't that sound a bit complicated?"

"I was concerned about that at first sir, like, being the third wheel with those two. But when I talked to Mario about it he said there's nothing wrong with being a third wheel. Brandon loves Pete and me both, but in different ways."

"Yeah, Mario got that right. He does get a few things right, you know ... occasionally." Grady turned and glanced over at Mario and saw his eyes flicker open. "I mean, we're lovers but you don't feel like a third wheel with us do you?"

"Oh no, sir. Then again, what we've got going is different, real special ..."

"Sui generis, bambino," Mario murmured, as if in his sleep.

"Oh don't start that again, dude, you caused enough trouble last time," Grady huffed. He ruffled Brian's hair. "You know kiddo, you're right. You and me, we got this special thing going, and sometimes I think Mario is the third wheel. Maybe I'll take you on the tour and leave him here."

Mario said drowsily, "Only I won't be collecting any gossip for you."

Grady winced. "He's got a point there, Brian, don't you think? I mean, I gotta know everything that goes on here when we're away."

Mario stretched his arm over Grady's chest. "Amore, please, will you let Brian and me go to sleep at long last? I finished my book a long time ago."

"So next time bring a bigger book. Try War & Peace."

"Pay no more attention to him, Brian. He could keep this up all night."

Brian too stretched his arm over Grady's chest and Mario held it. "OK, sir. Sleep it is."

"`Night guys," Grady said, with a contented smile on his face. He kissed Mario's cheek, then Brian's.

Silence followed and their breathing got deeper. They were almost asleep when Grady whispered, "Hey, Brian. When we're away you will keep filling that notebook won't you? For when I get back?"

"Always, sir. Just between us."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 591

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