A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 348 By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:

In new boy Larry's sex education in the tribe the rookie has played every role – except top man. So young Brandon offers up his own ass. Fucking a guy for the first time in his life Larry yells, "Oh shit, that's incredible. Man, I never felt anything like this!" But a violent intruder attacks Larry and Bob – until Randy intervenes. His revenge is merciless: "The ultimate Randy – a wild gypsy, savage, out of control."

CHAPTER 348 – "THE ROOKIE & THE UNTAMED GYPSY"

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

Larry had only been with the tribe for a little over a day but already he was working his way through it getting an in-depth sex education from the men and boys in turn. At an erotic session with the twins, Kyle and Kevin, he gave them a run-down on his experiences since arriving at the tribe's house the day before.

"Well, I was made to shoot my wad watching Darius fuck Pablo. Then last night Randy let me watch while he made love to Bob and I came again. This morning Randy took charge and fucked my ass – first time that ever happened to me, and he made me cum twice. And then this morning I shot another load sucking Mike's dick, though I wasn't very good at it. Later, watching Doctor Steve strip naked, I jerked off when he blasted his jizz in my face and mouth."

He explained. "See, it's all part of my therapy. Before I came here yesterday I never had sex with guys, so Dr. Steve said I should have as much sex as I wanted while I'm here to get some experience. Sorta like a kid in a candy store sampling all the candy so he'll know what he likes best. Then when I go to the desert to visit Mike I'll know for sure if I'm ready for us to ..."

"... to be together," Kyle smiled. "Yeah, we get the picture, and we're honored to be part of your education." So, working together seamlessly as always, the twins had given him a full-release' massage, and then what they called an internal massage, taking turns fucking him.

After that Larry went to help the senior boys, Pablo and Darius, two hot, shirtless young mechanics working on Randy's Harley motorcycle. Larry impressed them with his mechanic's skills and they invited him to work with them in the coming week as assistant mechanic at the construction site. But Pablo said there was a precondition to that.

"See, me and Darius, we're the senior boys around here, the bosses' boys, Randy and Zack. We know Randy already gave you his seal of approval by fucking your ass, but we've got our own initiation for a new boy ... a sort of hazing." So Larry found himself on his knees by the bike getting face-fucked first by Pablo and then by Darius's ten-inch black cock.

Afterwards Darius beamed at his cum-splashed face. "Fucking epic, man. Not many guys could take all that first time round, you're a tough dude. Far as I'm concerned, man, you're one of us."

Larry returned to the tribe brunch still in progress and sat down next to Mike, his eyes sparkling. "You're having quite a day, young man," Mike grinned. "I want you to tell me all about it in bed tonight. But also, I don't want to forget your promises. Brandon is over there waiting for you."

"Oh yes, thank you sir. Yeah, in bed tonight sir. Sounds real good." He ran over to where Brandon was sitting in his wheelchair next to his master Pete.

Larry had previously sought the twins' advice on how to make amends to Brandon. "You know what happened when I first came here yesterday. Brandon was the first guy I met and I acted like a bigshot and insulted him, tipped him out of his wheelchair and injured his arm. It was one of the worst things I've ever done and I feel ashamed. I tried to apologize but he waved it off with `No hard feelings ... these things happen'.

"Randy said I can make amends by offering to drive Brandon while his arm's in a sling. He uses hand controls in his truck so he won't be able to drive himself. But you guys all say he's so independent that he refuses all offers of help. So what can I do?"

"I wouldn't worry about it," Kevin said. "You know how Brandon accepted your offer of help serving brunch today? He did that to help you fit in and become part of the group. This will be the same. He'll accept you as his driver `cos he'd consider that not as asking for help but giving help – given you an opportunity to make amends."

And Kevin had been right. When Larry had hesitantly approached Brandon later, unsure how to phrase his offer, Brandon, with his usual tact and foresight, did it for him. "Dude, I hope you don't mind but I'd like to ask you something. Right now as you see," he grinned down at his left arm in a sling, "I can't drive my truck so ..."

"And it's all my fault, Brandon. I'll never forgive myself for ..."

"Nah, nah, that's all water under the bridge, but there is something you could do for me. See, in a little while I gotta go pick up some potting soil from the nursery and take it up to me and Pete's bungalow for some planting we're doing. And I was wondering if I could recruit you as my driver. I'd ask the other guys but they all have plans later and ..."

"Sure, sure," Larry said eagerly and with relief, "I'd be happy to. I can drive you whenever you want this week while I'm staying here. No problem at all."

So later in the afternoon, after Larry's sexual initiation by the two mechanics, Larry came back out to the table and Brandon said, "Hey great, timing's perfect. We can take Pete's truck." He turned to Pete. "So is it still OK if I show Larry our house after our errand, sir? And even if we ... well you know ... what we talked about, sir."

"Kiddo," Pete grinned, "like I said, the bungalow is yours as much as mine, so you do whatever you want there. Whatever happens is fine with me. Take good care of my boy, Larry, and give him whatever he wants – whatever he asks for."

Larry couldn't miss the conspiratorial twinkle in his eye and wondered what it meant. But he guessed he'd find out. "OK, Brandon," Larry grinned. "Your carriage awaits, my lord."

Pete smiled knowingly as he watched them go off together through the gate.

********************* Chapter 348 **********************

Usually Brandon pulled himself confidently from his wheelchair into his own truck, collapsed the chair and pulled it in behind him. His truck had been converted to hand controls for him by Pablo and Darius and his independence was complete. Except when one arm was in a sling. Now he couldn't drive or pull the bulky electric-powered wheelchair into the truck and it went contrary to his sense of pride and self-reliance to rely on someone else to do this for him.

And Larry was fully aware of how Brandon felt. One thing Larry had already learned since arriving here (apart from sucking dick and surrendering his ass) was the boys' awareness of each other's feelings and their instincts for mutual support.

In a short time he had come to admire Brandon's courage and tenacity and especially his compassion – even for him, his attacker. He had been surprised when Brandon had deliberately surrendered his cherished independence in front of everyone by asking for Larry's help serving the meal, implicitly putting the nervous newcomer at easy by inviting him into the group.

All of which made Larry determined to do as much as possible to help this likeable kid, while downplaying the disagreeable fact that Brandon needed his help. So as Brandon pulled himself up into the passenger seat of Pete's truck, Larry unobtrusively wheeled his chair away and loaded it into the back of the truck. When he got in the driver's side behind the wheel he said, "Wow this is some truck of Pete's. Top of the line."

"Yeah," said Brandon proudly. "One thing Randy insists on is that every man in the tribe should have the best. He got Pete a great deal on this one cos Randy has such good connections with the dealer he uses. He can put a ton of business his way. Course, Bob helped too by negotiating the price down ... nobody can beat Bob when it comes to finance." He chuckled. "The fact that he's so damn gorgeous helps too. He's so charming he could sell ice to Eskimos."

Larry glanced over at Brandon's shining face and said, "You really love these guys don't you? It must be great living in a group of men like this where everyone looks out for each other. It's like a great big family." Larry spoke wistfully, as a young man who had been alone most of his life – rejected by family and let down by friends.

"Oh you don't know the half of it," Brandon said brightly. "Let me tell you how I first met the guys. I was wheeling my wheelchair loaded with groceries up the hill past the guys' house when Eddie spotted me. He pushed me the rest of the way up to the small apartment I was living in at the time and I showed him the pull-down shelves I was saving up to have installed.

"Well, Eddie mentioned it to Randy, the tribe took over and I had one gorgeous muscle-stud after another visit me. Randy installed the shelves, then Zack brought two air conditioners, the cop Mark came and installed security spy holes in the doors, and the fireman Jason came with fire extinguishers. And, get this, each one of them had sex with me before they left.

"Well, long story short, Eddie became my best friend, I got to know the tribe real well and then, best of all, that handsome Ranger Pete asked me to be his boy. So as you can tell, I'm as happy as a clam at high tide." He paused and looked over at Larry. "I hope that one day soon you can be as happy as I am, Larry. You've had it rough most of your life."

That remark emboldened Larry to ask, "Dude, what do you know about Mike? They say you saved his life."

"Ah," Brandon grinned, "I thought we'd soon get round to Uncle Mike. We all call him that `cos he's the real uncle of a kid called Brian who used to live in an old trailer in the desert. He's in a wheelchair like me but he was bitter and depressed about it until Darius and me went out to see him. Well, the tribe worked its magic on him same as they did with me. He came into town and now he's the houseboy up at the Grady House."

"The Grady House?"

Brandon hesitated. "Yeah well that's another place connected to the tribe and, anyway, we don't talk about it too much." Brandon was closed mouth because everyone was careful to preserve Grady's privacy now that he was a big celebrity and his Tarzan movie would be opening soon. So he changed the subject.

"As for that stuff about saving Mike's life, it was no big deal ... he hit his head in the pool one day and I only did what any of the other guys would do. Mike's a great guy. Owns that leather bar in the desert near Palm Springs and the guys got to know him real well. Except Randy got angry one day and slugged Mike and Mike banned him from the house. But finally Randy went out and made amends to him. Mike's the only one ever to call Randy `boy' and Randy really looks up to him. Uncle Mike is way popular with the tribe."

"Did Mike, er, mention me at all?"

"Yeah, actually he did quite a lot while you were up in the twins' apartment. Mostly, I think, he was trying to convince us that you were basically a good guy, in spite of your fist-swinging entrance yesterday. Mike's seen a lot of young down-and-out guys come into his bar and he's pretty canny about sizing them up. And when you were at the table eating he glanced at you often, smiling to himself a lot too. If you want my opinion he likes you a lot. Word is that you'll be sleeping with him tonight."

"That's right," Tommy smiled. "But he didn't like it this morning when I came onto him and sucked his cock, pretty clumsily too."

"Oh that was probably because he thought you were rushing things. Uncle Mike's a slow and steady kinda guy who takes his time sizing things up. That's why he said you should get some sexual experiences under your belt with the tribe this week."

Brandon grinned, "And I gotta say, dude, you seem to be doing pretty good at that, what with Randy, the twins and then Pablo and Darius. And between them you seem to have gone through most of the sex acts – you know, jerking off, massaged, butt-fucked, face-fucked. Ya see, dude," he chuckled, "word gets around fast here." He paused and furrowed his brow. "But, er, I haven't heard that you fucked anyone yet. Did I miss something?"

"No, I ain't done that, Brandon, ever in my life. I probably wouldn't be any good at it. Hell, you guys are all experts, I'm a rookie, so I'd be real nervous about trying that with any of you."

"Hm, is that so?" said Brandon pensively. "I wouldn't sell yourself so short, Larry. Anyway, turn right on Figueroa and the nursery is on the next corner."

When they pulled into the parking lot Larry jumped out of the car, unloaded the wheelchair and wheeled it round to the passenger side where Brandon deftly lowered himself into it. Right away one of the staff came up and said, "Hey, Brandon. Good to see you, dude. Shit, what happened to you with that arm in a sling?"

"Ah, little accident that's all, Derek. I can't drive for a week so my pal Larry here brought me. He'll be my driver for the week."

Derek shook Larry's hand. Good for you, guy. Nice to see there are still some helpful people left in this world." Larry blushed knowing the part Brandon had left out of his `accident' report. "So," Derek said, "it's potting soil this time eh? Two bags you said on the phone, right? Here, Larry, can you help me load it in the truck as our pal Brandon is currently the one-arm bandit?"

It was clear to Larry that Brandon was a favorite around here and he could understand why. When they were back in the truck Brandon chattered on and made Larry feel like an old friend already. It was his positive attitude that Larry found the most endearing and when they reached Brandon's bungalow he was happy to accept Brandon's invitation to come in for tea.

Brandon was in his kingdom, guiding his wheelchair around and, even with only one good arm, effortlessly pulling the tea things together, proudly demonstrating the pull-down shelves Randy had transferred from the old apartment and installed in the bungalow. They sat in the dining room with tea and sandwiches and Larry listened fascinated to all Brandon's stories of the tribe.

Of course, talk of sex was unavoidable and those were the parts that intrigued Larry the most. But one thing hovered in his mind and at last he hesitantly broached it. "And, er, you and Pete ... do you ... like ...?

"Have sex?" Brandon laughed. "Hey, like I told Eddie the first time I met him, it's only the legs don't work. Everything from there on up works just fine. Of course we have sex. Pete fucks me about twice a day and sometimes I lie back and he sits on my dick, so I get to fuck him."

"Once again it was Brandon's open, upbeat manner that Larry found so refreshing. He felt so at ease with him that he said, "Can I ask you a question, dude? See, I used to fuck girls – though not nearly as many as I boasted about – but, well ... how does it feel to fuck a guy in the butt?"

"Oh, dude," Brandon smiled, "you asked a mouthful there – or a butt-full as the case may be. But it's not something you can put into words. Best way to describe it is the look you must have seen in Randy's eyes, and in the twins' when they fucked you. That's a look a guy gets only when he's fucking."

"Yeah, but like I said, I'd be too nervous to try it out on any of the guys here. I know most of them take it up the butt, but they wouldn't want a novice like me fumbling around back there."

"I get your point, dude, but you've been on the receiving end enough to know how it works. All you need is a guy you're relaxed with, one who's not too demanding the first time. Plus, you have to find him attractive. I'd offer my own services except for that last bit. I'm sure you're much more turned on by all the other boys in the tribe than you are by a kid in a wheelchair."

"Dude, that is so not true," Larry protested. "Well sure, the bit about being turned on by the other guys is true, but you're a hot number too. I can see why Pete chose you for his boy. I mean you've got that young handsome look going for you and I can tell how muscular your upper body is from all those years wheeling your wheelchair. Hell, any guy would wanna fuck you, kid."

In Brandon's self-deprecating comment Larry had glimpsed a chink in his armor that he had built up over the years. No matter how confident and independent Brandon was there was still, deep down, that sense that he could not be as sexually satisfying as all the able-bodied guys.

"Dammit, Brandon, you're such a sweet guy that if I got to choose the first guy I ever fucked in my life you'd be right up there." Brandon gave him a gleaming smile. It was entirely possible that Brandon had been subtly leading Larry on, like playing a fish and reeling him in. Whether that's what was happening or not was beside the point, though, as the result was the same. The ice over that particular pond had been broken and Brandon felt free to dive in.

It was still a delicate proposition, though, and Brandon used humor to ease the way. "Hell, dude, I'd be real dumb to look a gift-horse in the mouth ... or to turn down a gift-cock in the butt. Imagine, being the first dude a guy gets to fuck. They say you always remember your first, so I guess you would always remember me."

"Hey, steady on ... I mean I would hate to disappoint you, dude."

"You leave that to me, Larry. Here – follow me." Brandon guided his chair determinedly into the bedroom and grinned up at Larry. He pulled off his T-shirt, pushed his shorts and briefs down and eased himself skillfully from the chair onto the bed. He removed the sling from his arm, as he usually did in bed, and lay naked on his back. With his good arm he hooked his hand behind his knees, pulled his legs back and displayed his ass. "Voilà, it's all yours, stud."

Larry looked at the cheeky smile and laughed, "Hell, dude, you don't mess around do you?"

Brandon said playfully, "If you need a little stimulus to get hard I am a great cock-sucker, second best in the tribe after Eddie who trained us all."

"I don't think that will be necessary," Larry smiled. He too pulled off his shirt, dropped his shorts and his cock sprang out stiff as a pole. In truth it was not only Brandon's cute appearance that gave him a boner. Up to now it had been raw lust for hot-looking guys like Randy, the twins, Pablo and Darius that turned him on, but now it was Brandon's sweetness and kindness that stirred his affections.

"OK, dude," Brandon grinned, enjoying his role as teacher. "Just be guided by me ... I'm an expert. First here's a tip. No matter where you end up living (and by the way I have a fair idea where that's gonna be) always keep a jar of lube by the bed like that one over there. OK, you know the drill. Lube us up, stud."

Brandon's light-heartedness was infectious and made all this a fun experience with none of the tense expectations there would have been with anyone else. So Larry dutifully dipped his fingers in the lube as he had seen the twins do when they fucked him, and spread it over his stiff cock. Then he reached down and applied the lube to Brandon's butt. But when he tentatively pushed a finger inside he said, "Hey, Brandon, it's so tight ... my cock will never go in there."

"Trust me, dude, asses are flexible – unless a guy clamps up with fear. Hey, how do you think I take the Ranger's big dick inside me twice daily? Not to mention Randy's that time he fucked me. If I can accommodate the boss's monster I can take anything. So kneel on the bed dude – you know, just like Randy did with you."

Larry knelt behind Brandon and, remembering what Randy had done to him, hung Brandon's legs over his shoulders, then leaned forward and braced his hands on the bed. Then he pulled one hand back to guide his cock into Brandon's ass. His heart was beating fast as he nervously felt the head of his cock touch the tight hole ... and he lost his hard-on."

Shit ... fuck," he groaned. "See I knew it wouldn't work ... I'm not ready for this stuff, dude."

"Ah, that's nothing," Brandon smiled reassuringly. "It's tension overload, happens to a lot of guys, even guys who fuck regularly. Now just relax, put both hands on the bed on either side of me and leave the rest to me. Brandon licked his thumbs and forefingers, reached up and gently rolled Larry's nipples between his wet fingertips, slowly increasing the pressure.

"Oh shit, dude, that feels great."

"Good, just look at me, buddy. See, I really wanna feel the new guy's cock in my ass. You can do that for me, can't you? You wanna fuck me, don't you?"

Larry relaxed and tension drained from him as he gazed into Brandon's eyes smiling behind his black-rimmed glasses. "Can I take these off, dude? I wanna see your eyes properly."

"You can take my glasses off, and do whatever you want to me, buddy – including shove your dick in my ass."

Larry had a sudden thought. "What about Pete? I don't wanna get beat up for fucking his boy."

"Ah, no sweat, dude. I already cleared it with Pete earlier."

"You mean you knew you wanted me to fuck you all along?"

"Sure I did." Brandon grinned impishly. "I think it was the moment you threw me out of my wheelchair and I looked up at you standing over me with that angry look in your eyes. I thought, I'm not too keen on feeling this guy's boot in my stomach but I sure wouldn't say no to feeling his dick in my ass.

"You never did," Larry giggled, "you're kidding me right?"

"Well, maybe a bit. But not the part about wanting your dick. So come on, dude, quit stalling. Cut the bullshit and shove your cock in me. That's not a lot to ask, is it?"

"You're a fucking crazy kid, you know that?" Larry smiled. "OK, let's go for it."

By now Larry was totally relaxed ... and totally hard again. The tip of his cock again pressed against Brandon's hole but this time as he pushed he felt the head pass over the sphincter into the damp heat inside. His eyes opened wide and he gasped as he pushed in further and felt Brandon tighten his ass muscles.

"Jeez, that's tight. I've never felt anything so ... fuck that feels great ... oh, man ... oh Jesus."

Brandon grinned up at him. "That's it! That's the look I told you about ... the look all guys get when they fuck ass. You're inside me, Larry. Fucking a guy for the first time in your life... I'm your first! And your dick feels incredible inside me."

Larry grinned, "You've been playing me all this time, haven't you, you little fucker? Here I was thinking you're this innocent young guy and all along you knew you were gonna make me fuck you. OK, kid, you asked for it."

Larry pushed his rod into the warm depths of the ass and his head flew back as he howled, "Oh shit, that's incredible. Man, I never felt anything like this. Fuck ... fuck ... I ..."

"Don't cum, Larry, don't cum. Pull back a bit and take it slow. Don't fuck hard ... the trick is to make love to my ass. Yeah, see, that's better. Make it last, dude, `cos it feels so good."

And so Larry made love to a guy's ass for the first time ... and it felt right that this amazing kid was his first. Finally here was the perfect way for Larry to make amends for hurting Brandon – and incidentally the perfect way for Brandon to forgive him.

As Larry found his rhythm, easing the whole length of his cock in and out, he said, "You're such a great guy, Brandon, and I'm so sorry I hurt you. I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll always be your friend, kiddo ... if you want me to be. Anything you ever want, I'm there for you, buddy."

"Thanks, Larry, I was hoping you'd end up feeling that way. Actually," he grinned, "all I want from you at the moment is your cock inside me, doing what it's doing right now. You know, for a rookie, first time with a guy, you're a great fuck, a natural. Try to vary the speed – you know, fast for a while until you feel you're about to cum, then slow. That way you bring me close you my orgasm but don't make me cum. Randy's a master at that, Pete too. Drives me crazy."

And so they experimented and Larry got better all the time. The fact that it was in some ways a lesson didn't diminish the erotic sensation at all. It was a bit like Dr. Steve's therapy sessions that started out with talk and ended up with crazy sex. And just as it was with the good doctor who controlled the timing of his patient's orgasm, so Larry's young teacher now did the same.

The new boy fucked long and hard ... and slow, as instructed, bringing them close to their climax many times until Brandon knew they were near the end. They were both breathless, their hearts beating fast, when Brandon said, "Dude, your cock feels so good I don't think I can hold it much longer. I so wanna feel your jizz inside me, buddy. Do you think you can?"

"Do I think I can!" Larry gasped. "Man, I could have cum ten times already. Whenever you say, buddy, I'm right there with you."

"So how about right now?" Brandon grinned, stroking his own cock. "Do it faster, harder ... you won't hurt me. Make us cum, buddy. You're in control, you're the master and I'm the boy. Make me cum, stud."

Larry's confidence surged – he was in control, pounding ass. His cock was a piston, driving into the boy's ass, faster ... faster ... harder. "Yeah, this is it," he yelled. "Fuck ... fuck ... it's never felt this good. I love your ass ... I love you, buddy. Here it comes ... yeah ... fuck ... yeaahh!"

Larry felt his juice surge up from his balls, race along his cock ... and explode inside the hot ass clenched round it as his howl of ecstasy rang round the room and Brandon's cock erupted with spurts of jizz that splashed on his stomach and chest.

As his cock drained Larry stared down at Brandon in disbelief at the incredible sensation he had just experienced for the first time in his life. Brandon looked up at him with a big smile and said, "So now you know. That, my new friend, is what it feels like to fuck a guy."

And at that moment they heard. "Hey kiddo. It's Pete ... I'm home."

In a mild panic Larry pulled out of Brandon and leapt off the bed. There was a tap at the door and Pete's voice said, "Are you decent? Can I come in?"

"No we're not and yes you can," Brandon laughed. Pete walked in to the sight of two naked young men, one on the bed with a broad smile on his face and the other standing with an embarrassed blush on his.

"So," Pete grinned, "I guess you did the deed, judging by that grin on your face, kiddo, and your dripping cock, Larry."

Feeling his panic subside at Pete's obvious good humor Larry began to think he was the victim of a conspiracy between this man and his boy. But he didn't mind, and victim was certainly the wrong word after the thrilling experience he had just had.

"Sir, you're in your Ranger uniform," said Brandon brightly.

"Yeah I had to go up to the Ranger Station for an hour or so to supervise the shift change. And now that I'm back, I'm horny as a toad. And your ass is looking like a bullseye to me right now, kid. Sorry about that."

"Sir," said Brandon with an impish grin, "didn't Randy ever tell you, you don't have to apologize for wanting to fuck a guy."

Pete turned to Larry and shrugged. "You see, Larry, what I have to put up with from this young rascal? And there's only one thing you can do with a kid like this ..." Brandon and Pete shouted in unison, "... Fuck him!"

"Sir," said Larry not knowing what to make of all this, "I'll make myself scarce in the living room."

"No need for that, boy. Stay. Brandon likes to show off that he gets fucked regularly by a Forest Ranger ... especially one in uniform."

Larry stood back in awe and stared at the tall, handsome Ranger in dark green uniform pants and beige shirt with Ranger badges and a flash of white T-shirt at the open collar. Although Larry had just shot his load he felt his cock shuddering again already. It jolted even more when Pete cheerfully unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, rock-hard dick.

"Know where this is going, kid? Right up your ass, which I assume is already good and lubed by your new young friend here. Let's find out."

Pete unbuttoned his shirt most of the way down giving both boys a view of the white T-shirt under it stretched over the round contours of his pecs. He knew this always turned Brandon on. Then, still in full uniform, he knelt on the bed in the position formerly occupied by Larry, pulled Brandon's legs over his shoulders and pressed the head of his cock against his hole. "You ready, kiddo?"

"For you sir, always." Pete eased his cock into his ass and Larry watched in awe as it slid in inch by inch until it was buried deep and Pete's pubic hair pressed against the ass-cheeks. Brandon groaned with pleasure and stroked his own cock as his master ploughed his ass.

Without thinking Larry, too, grabbed his own cock and stroked it as he watched the rugged Ranger lean forward and flash a smile down at the enthralled boy beneath him. It wasn't only the homoerotic sight that excited Larry. Having just been in that very position, his cock in Brandon's ass, he knew exactly what Pete was feeling ... he could feel what he was feeling, almost as if he were fucking the boy again himself.

Brandon flashed a quick glance at Larry to make sure he was watching him get fucked by his master, then turned his gaze back up to the Ranger and began to laugh with joy. His bubbling laughter and sparkling eyes turned Pete on even more and he said, "God I love you boy? You wanna feel your Ranger's juice in your ass. You think you can cum again?"

"Yes and Yes," Brandon shouted. "Yes please, sir."

And so they did. It didn't take much of Pete's pile-driving rod before they were both laughing together and Pete said, "Now, kiddo ... yeah!" His muscular body shuddered and he emptied his pent-up load in his boy while Brandon gushed another load of semen onto his already cum-splashed chest.

Standing by the bed Larry saw a jet of semen splash onto Brandon's laughing face and it was a few seconds before he realized where it came from ... from his own cock.

A short while later, after Larry had showered and dressed while Pete and Brandon were cuddling, the three of them were out in the garden with a bottle of wine. Larry found it hard at first to find his voice but Pete put him at ease. "So Larry, your first time fucking a guy, eh? I'm glad it was Brandon. Give him something to boast about to his amigos. How did it feel?"

"Unbelievable, sir, like nothing I ever felt before. And I'm dying to do it again." He frowned slightly and said, "Sir could I ask you something? Do you think Mike would let me do it to him?"

"Whoa, kid," Pete chuckled, "I could never answer a question like that. That's something you and Mike have to work out. Just don't rush into things would be my only advice. These things have a way of resolving themselves."

"Thank you, sir. But Brandon, you said a while ago that you have a fair idea where I would end up. What did you mean?"

"Hey, I can't answer that one either, buddy. That's also something you and Mike have to work out." He grinned mischievously. "But I still have a pretty good idea."

"Talking of Uncle Mike,' Pete said, "I better run you back down there, Larry. They'll be wondering what you're doing up here. No," he grinned, "scratch that. In this tribe they always know that if a guy is late it usually means sex was the cause. And feel free to tell them what happened `cos they'll find out soon enough. Another of my rules is to stay ahead of the grapevine gossip – if you can."

Larry gave Brandon a long goodbye hug, with effusive thanks and gave him his cellphone number. "Any time, dude. Just call me and I'll be there to drive you wherever you want." Then Pete drove Larry the short distance to the tribe's house and dropped him off at the gate.

When Larry went in he found that the crowd had mostly dispersed, just a few stragglers hanging around. He spotted Mike sitting with Randy and Bob at the table by the pool and ran to join them. He sat close to Mike on the bench and smiled up at him, his eyes sparkling.

Discretion was pretty much an abstract concept for Randy and he usually charged right in feet first, which he did now. "Hell, kid, you look like you just hit the jackpot. That glow can only mean one thing. You fucked, didn't you? You fucked a guy for the first time ... and Brandon was the lucky recipient, am I right?"

"Yes, sir," Larry blushed deeply.

"Hey," Randy laughed, "no need to blush, boy. Shit, around here if guys blushed every time they fucked we'd set the damn hills on fire." Which, of course, made Larry blush even more. "So you two, what are your plans for this evening, apart from sleeping together, of course?"

Bob glanced at Randy, well aware that when he was on a roll like this with a few drinks inside him he was likely to blurt out something that might embarrass, so Bob jumped in to forestall it. "Tell you what, guys. Usually on a Saturday evening most of the guys go out for dinner in groups or in pairs, but Randy and I often stay in and have dinner in our apartment upstairs. So why don't you join us? That OK, Randy?"

"Sure thing. I wanna catch up with you Mike, hear what badass shit you've been stirring up in the desert lately. The twins usually cook dinner for us and then join us. Sound like a plan?"

Mike and Larry jumped at the idea and so a couple of hours later they were all sitting round the dining room table in the master suite. The twins served their usual gourmet fare and sat with them. Larry found it hard to believe he was actually here in the inner sanctum of the sprawling house, a guest of the two gorgeous, macho founders of the tribe, the handsome twins and, of course Mike, the man he had already come to look on as his anchor in this new world.

And Larry was for a time the focus of the group as they all drew him out to put him at his ease. Even in small, intimate gatherings like this there was always an instinct in Randy to show off to Bob, and his blunt outspoken manner could have been intimidating. But it often had the reverse effect of being contagious, making a nervous guy bolder to join in. Which happened to Larry.

Randy said, "So kiddo, the jungle drums round here had been keeping us up with your sexual exploits all day. Looks like you've been fucking your way through the clan pretty good. So how many times have you shot your wad over this cum-soaked ground since you got here, eh?"

Larry was still a bit tongue-tied, but the twins smiled and Kyle said, "That's easy, sir `cos we did a count, a kind of cum inventory when Larry was with us. It was nine by the time he left us."

"Actually eleven after Brandon and Pete," Larry grinned with some pride.

Randy slapped his hand on the table and roared with laughter. "Shit damn, way to go kid. Hassan's boy Eddie, the `little gusher', has always been the cum-count champ around here but it looks like you're gonna give him a run for his money. Hey, Bob, we should stage a contest here someday – see which of the boys can cum the most times in an afternoon."

"A pretty gross idea if you ask me," Bob said with a mocking smile. "And what's the prize for the winner? To get butt-fucked by you, I suppose – make the guy cum one last time."

"Of course," Randy said haughtily. "What else?"

And that set the tone for the meal – bawdy, raucous, full of laughter, good food and bottles of wine. When finally it was over and Mike and Larry stumbled back to the guest room they were too exhausted to do anything but quickly change into clean T-shirts and boxers and fall into bed.

All inhibitions had long since flown out the window and Larry snuggled up against Mike. "You know, sir?" Larry said drowsily. "I did a ton of new stuff today – you know, all that sucking and fucking – and it was great, but the thing I looked forward to the most was this – snuggling up in bed with you. And I wasn't really scared all day – not with Dr. Steve or Darius or Pablo – `cos I knew you were here and I would always end up with you."

He pulled closer and laid his head on Mike's chest. "I wanted to tell you all about my day but there was so much and ..." he yawned "... and I'm so tired that I ... I think maybe I ..."

And he was asleep. Mike looked down at his face, a slight smile on it as he slept, and stroked his hair gently. Much later when he looked back he reckoned that this was the moment where he started to love the boy.

The next day, Sunday, was a lazy do-nothing day and they slept late, got up late and breakfasted late. Mike declared a sex moratorium. "Don't want you to become a sex-addict, kid, or an anything-else-addict if it comes to that. Let's see if the guys want anything done around the house or garden, eh?"

As it happened, over breakfast Nate, the young Aussie house manager, took up a suggestion he had made yesterday. "So, mate, I'm about to go through the house cleaning up. It's a big place and if you want a tour you could come with me and give me a hand if you like."

Larry jumped at the chance, both to see the house and take the opportunity of apologizing to Nate for slugging him in the melee when he first arrived and attacked Brandon. But Nate brushed off the apology. "Hey, no worries, mate," he grinned, with his Australian drawl. "We've all had our rough times and from what I hear you had plenty of yours, with that mean dad of yours. Must have been hell living with a brutal bloke like that."

After the tour with Nate Larry spent most of the day with Mike, asking him a million questions about his home in the desert and the bar he ran. Slowly their relationship grew stronger and more intimate. Larry had no doubts about his feelings for Mike, and Mike himself, despite his earlier doubts, was gaining confidence that Larry's affection for him was the real deal.

And that process continued in the ensuing week. Bob and Randy had persuaded Mike to spend a few more days with them than he had originally intended. He naturally wanted to visit his nephew Brian up at the Grady House while he was in L.A. and Mario had invited him to spend a night there with him, his lover Grady, and the house manager Danny and houseboy Brian. So Mike pushed back his return to Palms Springs to Friday, in plenty of time to take care of the weekend crowd at his leather bar.

It was a busy and exciting week for Larry. As promised, Pablo took him on for a few days' work at the construction site, helping him and Ben as a temporary assistant mechanic working on the heavy machinery there. Larry had spent a lot of time in the past working on motorcycles and cars but the big trucks and earthmovers were an eye opener for him and a challenge. But he took instruction well and Pablo was impressed at how fast he caught on.

And when he got home from the site each day came his special treat – Randy had promised to set him up with a workout program in the house's gym. Larry felt self-conscious about what he called his `scrawny' body but Randy had worked out most of the boys when they first came to the house and now did the same for Larry.

Randy was an aggressive task master and put the boy through a bone-crunching routine. Larry wanted to please Randy, a man he idolized, and had a permanent erection watching the sweating muscle god work out beside him, using much heavier weights, of course.

And then, at the end of the hour came Larry's reward. "Good job, kid," Randy said, giving the panting boy a broad grin. "Those muscles will start to pop after a few more sessions like that. You worked real hard and earned the reward I promised you. So get naked kid."

They both stripped off and Randy pushed Larry on his back on a bench. He spat on his long thick cock and said, "I used lube with you before, but from now on it's spit, kid, so get used to it." And Larry did. Every day he looked forward to the rugged gypsy construction boss pushing his legs in the air, easing his shaft in his ass and pounding it, each time more forcefully than the day before. By the last day Larry was begging, "Harder, sir, please. Fuck me harder."

And each night Larry shared Mike's bed. At Mike's insistence they still did not have sex but Larry loved cuddling up to him. On the night Mike spent at the Grady House Larry missed him terribly, which increased his concern about what the future would bring. He remembered Pete's answer when he asked his opinion on his chances with Mike. "That's something you and Mike have to work out," Pete had said. "Just don't rush into things would be my only advice. These things have a way of resolving themselves."

Pete couldn't have known just how dramatically his prediction would come true.

Mike had gone up to the Grady House on Tuesday evening and was due back Wednesday in time for dinner. And Wednesday turned out to be a day they would all remember. Larry worked as usual with Pablo but he left a bit early as Bob had said he wanted to talk to discuss a few things with him at the house.

Ostensibly Bob said he wanted to go over his employment forms and paycheck for the days he worked, but Jamie could easily have done that as office manager. In fact Bob wanted to have a heart-to-heart conversation with him before Mike left on Friday, to try and pin down the exact situation between Larry and the older man. He had already had long conversations with Mike but he wanted to hear Larry's feelings directly from him.

From the time Larry had arrived at the house he had felt sorry for the boy, a lost soul who had been dealt a raw deal in life. Bob remembered clearly what Larry had blurted out to him and Randy about his life back in St. Louis with his brutal father.

"I hated my dad. He used to beat me and my mom ... and worse than that. He used to get in my bed ... he was all over me ... sticking his dick in my face ... groping me ... trying to fuck my ass. But I never let him ... fought him off ... and when he couldn't fuck my ass he took his belt to it. So I hightailed it out of there. I was scared he'd come after me so I hopped a bus headed west. I got no other friends except Jamie so ... so I came here."

That little speech had made Randy especially mad, rousing his protective instincts and his hatred of men who hurt vulnerable boys. So now, when Larry came running in through the gate with his beaming face so unlike the bitter, desolate young man of a week ago, Bob's heart went out to him once again. "Not late am I, sir? Randy said to tell you he'll be home soon."

"Not late at all," Bob smiled. "Pablo tells me you've been doing a great job over there on the site. I was confident you would." Bob quickly dispensed with the payroll formalities and then smiled gently at him. "So tell me, Larry, how are things going with you and Mike?"

"Oh, great, sir," Larry smiled. "I love being with him, talking to him and especially sleeping with him. Last night when he wasn't there I really, really missed him, but he'll be back soon. I got real sad without him, thinking ... I mean wondering ... well ... you know, I tried having sex with Mike the first day but he said we should cool it. D'you think he doesn't like me in that way, sir?"

"Larry," Bob smiled, "I happen to know Mike likes you a whole lot – he told me. But there's something you don't know about Mike. See, he used to have a lover for quite a few years, a man younger than him but older than you. They were very much in love but ... the man was tragically killed in a motorbike accident and it shattered Mike. He grieved for a long, long time.

"And something like that can leave a man with what Dr. Steve would call a fear of intimacy – a reluctance to allow himself to get close to another man because he could not bear the agony of losing him like he felt the first time. That explains his hesitation in letting you get too close. But don't despair, Larry, `cos I have a feeling you're starting to break down those barriers in him."

"You really think so, sir?" The hope shining in Larry's eyes moved Bob ... but suddenly he saw the eyes widen and the hope turned to horror. Bob was sitting with his back to the gate, Larry facing it, and he stood up and screamed, "No ... no ... go away!"

Bob shot to his feet, whirled round and saw a man who had just come through the gate. His first fleeting impressions were of a tall man with a muscular build, bald head, moustache, in dirty jeans and a sweaty black T-shirt. Most striking, and scary, was the look in his eyes – anger and, Bob thought, hatred bordering on evil.

Bob tensed, clenched his fists and said, "Who are you ... what do you want?"

The man growled menacingly, "That's my boy you got there and I've come for him ... come all the way from Missouri to get him. What you doing with him anyway? You brainwashing him, forcing him to live the same filthy life as you? I'm getting him outa here, taking him with me where he belongs."

"No, Dad," Larry shouted, keeping his distance. "I chose to come here ... I like it here ... I got friends here. I'm never coming back to you ..."

"The hell you're not," the man said, walking closer. But Bob blocked him, saying calmly. "Look, you may be his father but Larry's an adult and can make up his own mind. So don't try anything, man, `cos there are plenty of guys here who'll ..."

"Who'll what?" he sneered. "I'm a fighter from way back, asshole, a mean son-of-bitch. Anyone gets in my way he gets this ..." Before Bob could react the thug slammed the back of his hand across his face with such force that it sent him staggering back and crashing to the ground.

And it was at that precise moment that Randy came through the gate.

"NO!" Randy hurtled across the grass like a cannon ball and smashed against the man in a football tackle that sent them both down with a crash that made the ground shake. Instantly they were rolling over the ground, grappling, kicking, fists flailing, trading blow for blow.

The deafening brawl brought boys running out – Jamie from the office, the twins from the kitchen and Nate from upstairs, and Pablo and Darius had followed Randy home from work. But there was nothing anyone could do except stare in horror. All except Pablo whose eyes gleamed as he watched his hero do battle, certain of the outcome.

The men were equally matched in strength and muscle and the thug was a seasoned fighter. But Randy had the advantage of white-hot fury, a lust for revenge and his years as a street fighter in Texas protecting his young brothers. This was what Bob always called the `ultimate Randy' – wild, savage, out of control. All he knew was that he had seen Bob, the man he loved, being slammed to the ground ... and his retaliation was merciless.

He soon got the upper hand and was kneeling astride his dazed opponent. "Mother-fucker!" he howled as he grabbed his T-shirt by the neck, pulled his head up off the ground and smashed his hand against his face, one side then the other. Somehow the man found the strength to raise one arm and deliver a stinging blow that momentarily startled Randy and made him leap back on his feet.

Larry's father staggered to his feet too but there was little fight left in him. Randy's fists were machines, blow after blow, forcing the man to reel backwards round the garden until one final shattering smash made his legs buckle and he crumpled to his knees at Randy's feet. He stared up at the savage gypsy face and groaned, "No more, man. I can't take any more."

The onlookers stared in awe at the rugged construction boss towering over the broken man, eyes blazing, breath heaving, fists clenched, his muscles flexed under his ripped tank and filthy workpants. He looked up and yelled, "Who is this son of a bitch?"

Larry, on his knees tending to Bob, looked up and said, "He's my dad, sir."

Randy tensed again and looked down at the man trembling at his feet. "So you're the cock-sucker who tried to rape your own kid and took your belt to him. You know how that feels, you asswipe? Takes a man your own size to show you."

Randy slid his belt from his pants' waistband, raised his arm and brought it crashing down across the man's back. His other hand reached down, grabbed his torn T-shirt and ripped it clean off, then he proceed to whip his bare chest and back with vicious lashes of his belt. The man rolled over on the grass trying to shield himself, screaming, "No, please ... no more ... please, I'm begging you."

But his cries for mercy only fed Randy's anger and he would have done permanent injury to the desperate man if it hadn't been for the hand that grabbed his raised wrist from behind and a deep voice saying, "That's enough, boss. You're gonna kill him."

Randy whirled round in anger to see Zack's calm gray eyes staring at him. "That's enough, Randy. You've made your point ... he deserved it. Now go take care of Bob."

Suddenly the look of fury in Randy's eyes changed to concern and he strode over to Bob and knelt beside him. "Buddy, you OK? Tell me you're OK."

"Thanks to you, stud," Bob managed a grin. "No bones broken ... a black eye maybe."

"What the fuck?" came a new voice. "What the hell's going on here?" It was Mark, just home from work in his police uniform. His boy Jamie quickly filled him in and Mark looked down at the whipped and defeated man shivering on the ground. "What have you got to say for yourself?"

"The man stammered, "I came for my boy ... he ran away from home ... I want him back." He steadied himself and became more assertive. "He's my flesh and blood. He needs a firm hand from someone. Who's gonna take care of him and teach him if I don't?"

"That would be me!" All eyes turned to see Mike who had just come back from the Grady House, unobserved in all the mayhem. "I'm gonna take care of him, I'm gonna teach him. He's coming to live with me. He won't be your boy anymore, asshole. He'll be mine."

Larry looked up, bewildered at first. Then he got to his feet, ran over to Mike and fell into his arms. Mike stroked his hair. "It's OK, kid, it's over ... your life just changed. You're coming home with me ... assuming that's what you want."

Tears ran down Larry's cheeks, tears of relief and joy. "You know it's what I want, sir. It's what I've been telling you all along."

There were other moist eyes in the assembled group and it fell to the cop to take charge. Mark looked at Randy tending to a shaken Bob, then at Mike and Larry. "OK, guys," Mark said. "I'll take over now. I'll run a make on this character with the St. Louis cops and take it from there. Zack, perhaps you and Darius will help me secure him and guard him. Jamie and Nate, I'll check out his injuries and you can do the first-aid and cleanup."

He turned and smiled at Mike and Larry. "Mike, why don't you take Larry up to your room? I imagine you two have a lot to talk about. Kyle, Kevin, maybe some food would be a good idea. As for you, Randy, I suggest you take Bob upstairs with you and give him a stiff brandy. And whatever else he might need," he grinned.

Mike and Larry went into the house to a smattering of applause from the boys. Randy helped Bob to his feet and put his arm round his waist for support. As they made for the house Pablo walked with them, his eyes shining. "Sir, that last punch was a doozy."

"You liked that, eh kid?" Randy said with a swagger. "It's called the `coup de grâce' – puts a beaten guy out of his misery. I'll show you later." He ruffled Pablo's hair and took Bob upstairs.

In their bedroom Bob slowly took off his clothes and checked his face in the mirror. "Don't worry, dude," Randy said joining him at the mirror. "Still the same gorgeous, chiseled hunk as ever. Can't say the same for me, though, with all these bruises. Damn that guy packs a punch."

Bob threw himself on the bed in just his boxers and lay on his back, propped up on his elbows. "You wanna drink?" Randy asked looking down at him. Bob shook his head, "Uh-uh." You need to take nap?" Another "Uh-uh." "Well what the fuck do you want?"

"Randy you're priceless. Look at you in your filthy workpants and ripped tank – covered in dirt, scratched and bruised, long black hair all over the place. Man, as bad as the situation was out there, I got a massive hard-on watching you fight. That's you at your absolute sexiest. Man you looked hot. Whenever I beat off thinking about you that's exactly how I picture you."

"Oh really?" Randy preened. "Yeah, a good fight gets me all stoked too. You, er, you still got that hard on?"

"What do you think?" Bob took off his shorts and his dick sprang up iron hard.

"Well whad'ya know? Guess we'll have to do something about that." With a raunchy grin Randy unzipped his pants, pulled out his monster dick and spat on it. Bob smiled, "So, I see that fight didn't to any damage down there, uh."

"Buddy, takes more than an asshole like that guy to ruin my plumbing. Like I said, my manhood don't get damaged in a good fight ... it gets roused." He knelt on the bed and pushed Bob's legs back. Bob gazed up at him and said, "Man, you are so fucking gorgeous, such a stud. Fuck me, buddy. Fuck me hard."

The wild gypsy drove his iron shaft deep in his lover's ass and he began to fuck, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed and strength until his cock was pounding him like a jackhammer. Bob reached up and ran his hands over the shredded remains of his tank top and the hard slabs of his dirt-streaked pecs. He groaned, "There is no one like you, Randy, no one in the world. Thanks for saving that kid ... and me too."

"All part of the service," Randy grinned. "And so is this." He pulled back and thrust his rod savagely inside his lover, then did it again and again in a series of long hard strokes, pausing between each one and driving Bob wild with desire. The fuck lasted a long time, alternating savagery with tenderness, an erotic blend of lust and love ... and fiery passion.

They gazed at each other in wonder, but when their eyes really met, when they entered each other's eyes and their souls joined, all the turmoil of the day was forgotten in the serenity of the private world they shared. And the savage gypsy was tamed. "I love you, man," Randy said gently. "I'll always take care of you."

"Does that include pouring your juice inside me?" Bob grinned.

"You bet your sweet ass it does, man. And that is one sweet fucking ass. Here, you want it? You want it, stud? You wanna feel your man's jizz in you? OK, here it comes, dude. Enjoy." Bob saw the big gypsy body shudder over him, saw the muscles flex, saw the blue eyes open wide and heard the animal howl as warm juice flooded inside him and his own cock blasted semen up high enough to splash on his lover's heaving chest.

Randy fell on top of him and held him tight in his arms. "You're safe, buddy, that's all that matters to me."

"Thanks again for everything you did, Randy. Saving that boy the way you did was wonderful, for him and for Mike. And it sure broke the logjam for those two ... made Mike come to a decision. I wonder how Larry will react when he finally sees Mike's house, his bar, and gets a taste of life in Palm Springs."

"Huh, what I wonder is what's going on right now in the room down the hall. I mean, when those two look at each other and see their future in the other guy's eyes ... that's a big fucking deal. Works for us ... but do you think it's gonna be the real thing for them too, buddy?"

"Dunno, Randy. But I'm sure we'll find out."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 349

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