A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 365 By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 365 – "ZACK & DARIUS SHARE A NEW MAN"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The muscular black stud Zack and the hot Latino Miguel make spectacular love on the beach. Miguel says, "Zack, I think I'm falling in love with you." But where does that leave Zack's boy Darius? He joins Zack at the beach and sees a man sitting all alone. "Damn, look at that guy over there, sir – stubbled jaw, Hawaiian shirt. What a hunk – totally gorgeous." Then the penny drops. "That's him, sir, isn't it?" _____________________________________________________________________

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

On a trip to a luxury hotel on the coast Bob and the twins had met the sous-chef there, a darkly handsome muscular Latino named Miguel. And when they got home they alerted their buddy, the rugged black construction boss Zack, of their meeting.

The reason they thought Zack might be interested is because of the remarkable similarity of their stories of one night years ago. Miguel had told Bob and the twins that, after a row with his wife, he had gone to a bar to drown his sorrows where he had met a man his own age – a muscular black stud with chiseled features and a shaved head.

It turned out that that guy was at the bar for the same reason – a fight with his wife, about to abandon his marriage. They had talked, commiserated, got drunk and wound up in a motel room where they had fooled around and had what Miguel called – guy sex.

It had been a first for both of them, and had left them confused and embarrassed. They had separated immediately and, Miguel now told Bob, "I tried to forget the guy but couldn't get him out of my mind. Ever since then I've jerked off most days thinking about him."

Bob and the twins recalled that when the tribe had first met Zack he had told them a very similar story, so now the twins were convinced that Miguel's black guy and Zack were one and the same. But Bob urged caution, as they were not sure Zack was the same guy, so he simply related the story to Zack and let him decide what to do.

Zack was unnerved and angered by their story. "Hell, I pushed that night out of my mind years ago like it never happened. It's all in the past and I don't wanna rake it up again. My life is fine the way it is. It's probably not the same guy anyway. Dammit, guys, I wish you'd never told me."

But Zack's boy Darius had reasoned with his troubled master. "I mean, it does seem real close to the story you've told me about that day. But here's the clincher. The guy you fooled around with that day, was he tall and handsome with black hair and a stubbled jaw like Bob described? And ... most of all ... was he Hispanic with a strong Spanish accent?" Zack looked Darius straight in the eye and said softly, "Yeah, kiddo, all of the above."

"Then you gotta go check it out, sir. You'll never rest until you do. And besides, like Kevin said, it's real sad that this guy is alone and confused, jerking off every night to the memory of this stud he can't get out of his mind. Maybe it's not the same guy, but sir, you gotta check it out."

Zack knew he was right, so a few days later went down to the hotel himself. The reception clerk told him that after sous-chef Miguel finished supervising lunches he often unwound over a drink at the pool bar.

Zack waited, lying

on a chaise by the pool, and when he saw the tall dark man at the bar he knew instantly that was him. He went up to him and said, "Hey." They stared at each other in uneasy silence, then Zack said, "You ever walk on the beach? Come on, let's go."

It didn't take long for them to roll back the years and connect sexually as they had done that one night. Soon they were in the rocks getting reacquainted by grinding against each other on the wet sand and blowing their wads. But that was only the start. Their inhibitions vanquished, they raced up to Zack's room, clawed at each other like wild animals and soon Miguel was lying naked on the bed staring up at the black muscle-god stroking his monster cock.

"See this? Man, I am gonna fuck your ass, like I should have done all those years ago."

"No, Zack, I can't ... I've never ... you're so fucking huge. I'm sorry, man. Not my ass."

Zack's eyes flashed. "Dammit, man, look at me. This is me ... it's what I do – I fuck. I know when a guy wants my dick inside him ... and you want it bad. Say it."

Miguel was drowning in the cool gray eyes. "Oh god ... man I want it so bad. Fuck me, Zack."

It was one of Zack's savage fucks that could blow a man's mind. He pounded Miguel's virgin ass until the macho Latino was begging for release. Suddenly he felt the huge cock shudder and erupt in his ass. Zack was cumming inside him – he was his captive, pinned to the bed and the big black muscle-god was blasting his semen in his ass.

Miguel opened his mouth to scream but Zack clamped his hand over his mouth to silence him. Miguel struggled under the weight of his captor, his head thrashed helplessly from side to side ... and his cock erupted with the force of all the orgasms he had ever experienced jerking off to that imaginary man, that man who was now real, in the flesh, and pouring semen inside him.

Everything went dark for a few seconds, and when he opened his eyes there was Zack smiling down at him. "What happened, Zack? Man, you fucked me. You fucked my ass, and it felt ... Oh Jesus. Was I OK, Zack? It was my first ... did I do OK?"

"Buddy," Zack grinned, "you were un-fucking-believable. One of the best fucks I've ever had. You are a man's man, and you're a keeper, that's for sure." All Miguel's earlier confusion returned, his emotions crested and he began to sob. "Zack, don't go away. I don't wanna lose you again. After this I can't ... I can't ..."

"Hey, hey, dude, calm down will ya? After a fuck like that you're my bro, my buddy. Miguel, I'm in your life from now on and you'll never get rid of me. Right, what we need is a brandy."

He brought back drinks from the room's small bar, licked the tears from Miguel's eyes and they sat facing each other. "See, I gotta tell you a whole bunch of things – about my boy Darius, my buddies Randy, Bob, Mark and a whole bunch of other guys. We got a long ways to go, buddy, maybe some hurdles too. But first things first – can you stay here with me all night?"

"Dumb question, Zack," Miguel grinned. "Of course I can."

"Good. Now that we've got that first fuck thing out of the way, incredible as it was, we can relax and start enjoying each other. Agreed?"

"Right there with you, big guy." Miguel smiled and raised his glass. "To us."

"To us," Zack grinned, and they clinked glasses.

************************ CHAPTER 365 **************************

That explosive sexual encounter changed everything between Zack and Miguel. Their long-ago drunken fumble in a motel room (the first with a man for both of them) had been followed by years apart where Miguel was consumed by the memory of the stunning black man. It had now culminated in their nervous meeting here – and then, inevitable as it now seemed, the spectacular fuck.

As they recovered, sipping brandy, Miguel smiled and raised his glass. "To fate."

"Fate? You think that was it?" Zack said. "I dunno, bro, I sometimes think we make our own fate. When Bob and the twins told me about meeting you here I think I knew deep down that you were the same guy from that motel room. But part of me didn't want to believe it. My life was settled, I had put the past behind me.

"It was my boy Darius who told me I should come down here and check you out. But you know, even if he hadn't said that I would have come anyway. See, I had told myself you were just a distant memory, one I had almost forgotten, but when I heard it might be you down here I knew I had to see you again. Something about that one time we met ..."

Miguel smiled. "You mean that first time when we were like two schoolboys groping each other under the bleachers? Man that was a mind-blower. I was reeling for days, trying to pretend it had never happened, it was just the booze. But they say you never forget your first and I couldn't forget you. Every time I tried, your handsome face and incredible body were right there in my mind and I was jacking off – yet again."

Zack frowned, "But in all that time you really never found anyone, never found your own man?"

"Nope. See," Miguel grinned, "in my mind I already had found my man ... and he wouldn't let me go. They were lonely years, Zack. That's why now I ..." His eyes teared up and he changed the subject. "But what about you, Zack? Seems you didn't sit around beating your meat thinking about a guy you'd never see again."

Zack chuckled, "Nah, far from it. After that day in the motel I went up to my beach shack to lick my wounds all alone. One day I came across this gorgeous blond hunk on the beach, a cop as it turned out, name of Mark. He was with a couple of younger guys and their dog who had gone out in a rowboat and got caught in a riptide. Man, it was unreal, he was actually swimming through the waves towing the boat out of the current and into shore. It was a superhuman effort and I waded in and carried the exhausted man to shore.

"Anyway, one thing led to another and I met this incredible group of men, a tribe really – I'll tell you about them later. I joined their construction company, became one of the directors and, like I told you, still work as one of the bosses on the site."

"Yeah, but ..." Miguel asked nervously, a question that had been haunting him. "Like, do you have a ... a special man in your life?"

Zack smiled. "I know what you're asking, Miguel, and it's not as simple a question as it sounds. See, I love all the men in that tribe ... especially guys like Bob, who you met, and his lover Randy. But no, none of them I would call `my guy' in the way you mean it. But ya see, all the men in that tribe have what we call our boy. And I have Darius."

Miguel's heart missed a beat. "Yeah, you've mentioned him several times already. Tell me about him, Zack. Are you in love with him?"

"Yeah I am – he's my boy, a great guy ..." He broke off. "Look, Miguel. Can we get out of here for a few hours? We can't go into the public rooms here `cos everyone knows you. But is there anywhere you know where we can go get cocktails and dinner?"

"I would love that, Zack, and sure, I know a place a few miles down the coast called Pablito's. It's a small beach-front Mexican restaurant where the food's great and they serve the best margaritas this side of Tijuana. I took Bob and the twins there. I'd love to treat you to dinner there and we can watch the sun set over the ocean.

Zack smiled warmly. "Miguel, that sounds like a little slice of heaven."

Miguel went down to a small staff room he used and changed his clothes while Zack got dressed. He had brought very few clothes but found himself trying to decide whether to wear the shirt he had worn at lunch or a gray V-neck T-shirt. He tried them both on and laughed at himself in the mirror. Zack, who never gave a shit about how he looked, was now acting like a guy nervously trying to figure what to wear for a date.

He decided on the T-shirt, went downstairs and the valet brought up his truck. Miguel beckoned to him from a little way down the drive, looking especially handsome in cargo shorts and a pale green polo shirt. He leapt in beside Zack as he pulled up and it felt good sitting side by side – as it should be, somehow, like they had done it many times before.

Pablito's Restaurant was all Miguel had promised it would be – rustic, casual, right on the beach. "Mi amigo!" The owner came over and hugged Miguel like an old friend and they chatted in Spanish. Miguel introduced his friend Zack and Pablito shook his hand warmly. He seated them at a corner window table with a view of the ocean in both directions.

"Dos de tus mejores margaritas, Pablito," Miguel smiled, without even stopping to ask Zack. You've gotta taste them Zack," he beamed, now totally relaxed on familiar territory. "You won't stop at one either. We have to be careful not to end up shitfaced."

"Like we did that first day, uh?" Zack laughed.

"Kind of," Miguel grinned, blushing slightly, "though maybe not as shy this time."

Soon they were wolfing into authentic Mexican food served by Pablito himself, and into their second margarita. "Funny," Zack said, "Pablo is the name of Randy's boy and Darius's lover."

Miguel frowned in confusion. "But I thought you said Darius was your ..."

Zack laughed. "Yeah, it gets complicated. Let me try to spell it out. See, Bob and Randy are the two founders of the tribe and are lovers from way back – dynamite wouldn't separate them. Bob's boys are the twins, as you know, Randy's boy is Pablo – and Darius and Pablo are lovers.

"So a guy can have his own man and a boy, eh?"

"You got it, Einstein," Zack chuckled.

Miguel said, "So, Randy's boy is Pablo and his man is Bob." Miguel frowned. So, if Darius is your boy, who's your man?"

Zack flashed a smile. "I think I may be looking at him."

Miguel sputtered into his margarita and blushed red. "But ... does Darius know that?"

Zack sighed. "Not yet ... that's something me and him have to talk about."

Miguel looked troubled. "Oh Zack, I don't wanna come between you and your boy, that's the last thing I want. I mean, Darius has had you to himself for all these years ... obviously he's crazy in love with you – and I know how that feels." He caught himself and blushed scarlet again. "I mean, shit, I've only known you a few hours ... except in my mind I've known you for years ... loved you for years and ... oh shit ..."

"Buddy." Zack put his hand over Miguel's. "Don't worry, bro. It'll all sort itself out."

But Miguel wasn't so sure. "Zack, you've gotta tell Darius right away. I'm sure that right now he's wondering what's going on down here, and how it will affect him. Man, he's probably scared, I know I would be. I gotta meet him. Zack, call him ... ask him to come down and join us. It's the only way – the only way I'll feel comfortable ... please, Zack."

Zack stared at his soft hazel eyes and realized, probably consciously for the first time, how much he loved this man. Miguel's immediate concern and compassion for a young guy he had never met moved him. Sure, he was a tiger in bed but this gentleness, his kindness, reminded him of Bob. He could never refuse Bob anything, and neither could be refuse Miguel now."

He pulled out his cell phone and punched a number. "Hey, Randy, how's it going? Yeah, yeah, everything's fine – more than fine." He smiled at Miguel. "Yeah, tell Bob it was the same guy alright. Er, listen, buddy, I've got a favor to ask – two favors actually. Can you give Darius the day off tomorrow? I need him down here to meet ... well, it's complicated. And I'll need tomorrow off too. But I don't wanna leave you short-handed so if it's a problem ..."

He heard Randy roar with laughter down the phone. "And stand in the way of love's young dream? Hell, Bob would never forgive me for that. You're a crazy man, Zack, you didn't even need to ask. Just go ahead, have fun and sort things out with your boy and this guy and ... well, you know what to do. God, Bob is gonna love this."

They rang off and Zack called Darius. His tone became softer, affectionate. "Hey, kiddo, how's it hanging? Listen, kid, I want you to come down here tomorrow morning. Yeah, yeah, it's him, and I want you here with us – we want you to be here with us. It's OK, I've called Randy and he's fine giving you the day off.

"So here's what I want you to do. Look up the Amtrak trains from Union Station to San Juan Capistrano tomorrow morning. Get Pablo to drive you to Union Station and call me when you know what time your train gets in. Yeah, kid, everything's gonna be fine – everything's gonna be great. Yeah, I know you do, Darius, and I love you too."

He hung up and smiled at Miguel. "See – done! Your word is my command."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far, dude," Miguel grinned. "How about another margarita?"

The sun was sinking toward the horizon and setting the ocean afire in gold. They talked and talked – about Zack and the tribe, and about Miguel and what he had been doing all the years since they first met. He said that after he left his wife he had lived on his own, quite a lonely life, unsure of his sexuality, no one he could confide in, so he put all his energy into work.

He had done menial jobs in restaurants at first, become a kitchen helper, then a cook, saved his money and enrolled in the Culinary Institute. He discovered his talent for fine cuisine, then came to the Ritz Carlton and worked his way up fairly rapidly to the position of sous-chef. "The money and benefits are great, I like the guys who work for me, and I'm happy there – professionally at least," Miguel smiled ruefully.

They chatted a while longer, until Zack said, "Hey, those margaritas are killers. I'm too drunk to drive home right now so how about we go for a walk to sober up?" They said effusive goodbyes and thanks to Pablito and walked off down to the beach, which was deserted at this time of day.

"I know a great walk," Miguel said. "Discovered it by accident a few months ago in my solitary ramblings. It's a secret," he grinned. "But hell, I've spilled so many secrets to you today, dude, I guess I could share this one too. There's a path up the cliffs there."

"One thing before we start," Zack said. They stopped and faced each other. Zack curled his hand round Miguel's head and ran his fingers through the thick, curly black hair at his nape. He pulled his face toward him and they kissed, gently at first, then with a building passion.

When at last they pulled apart they gazed at each other, their faces bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Miguel's eyes were moist with tears and Zack said, "You know what's happening, don't you buddy?"

"I don't dare to think about it, Zack."

Zack grinned wickedly. "I know another thing too. You wanna fuck, don't you?"

"Oh, man, do I ever." He guided Zack's hand down to his crotch and Zack smiled as he felt the bulge in Miguel's shorts. "Come on," Miguel said eagerly. "Let me show you my secret path." Zack threw his arm over Miguel's shoulder and they walked toward the cliffs.

Hidden behind a boulder was the beginning of a path that wound upward through wiry bushes clinging to the side of the cliff. They walked in silence for a while until, about halfway up the high cliff, the path suddenly broadened to a sort of grassy plateau, a wide ledge carved in the cliff.

"This is my secret place," Miguel said softly. "I often come here and sit alone for an hour or more, meditating, gazing out to sea and ... and sometimes I think of you, wondering where you were, whatever became of you. And, it's the most beautiful thing – I stand here, my only company being those wheeling seagulls, and I jerk off until I cum and scream to the seagulls and they always scream back."

This time it was Zack who had tears in his eyes. "Well this time you're not alone, bro. I'm here with you. And you don't have to jerk off thinking about me – in fact I forbid it. `Cos I'm gonna make love to you, buddy."

They faced each other and Zack pulled off his T-shirt while Miguel took off his polo shirt. They kicked off their shoes, Miguel dropped his shorts and Zack his jeans. They smiled at each other with not a hint of shyness about being buck naked halfway up a cliff for the world to see – except no one was there to see except the always-circling seagulls. They both had roaring hard-ons, and Miguel sank down on the grass and lay on his back.

Zack towered over him and stroked his cock. "You look fucking gorgeous, buddy ... I want you so bad. But this time I'm not gonna fuck you like a savage. This time I'm gonna make love to you ... it's about time."

He knelt on the grass between Miguel's legs and Miguel pulled them back, offering his ass to the naked black muscle-god. "Good boy," Zack grinned rakishly. "And this time no lube, just my spit." He licked his fingers, then pushed them gently in Miguel's ass, making him sigh with the memory of Zack penetrating him for the first time a few hours ago.

Miguel stared up at him and said, "Oh, man, I want your dick inside me. I've never wanted anything as much."

Zack spat on his cock and made it wet all over. Then he leaned forward and braced his hands on the grass beside Miguel's head, staring down at him. He pressed the head of his cock against his hole and slowly eased it inside him. Miguel opened his eyes wide and groaned, "Oh yeah, that's it, Zack. God that feels ..." His words ended in one long, ecstatic sigh.

The feeling in Zack's cock was exquisite. He stared down at the dark handsome face and pushed deeper and deeper in his ass until his cock came to rest against his inner sphincter. He didn't push past it – not yet – but pulled slowly back and began to make tender love to his ass.

Miguel reached up and laid his palms on Zack's pecs, feeling them flex as his body rose and fell over him. The sun had set and as the twilight deepened Miguel saw stars make their appearance behind Zack's rugged black face. It was a magical moment for Miguel, long after he had given up hope of ever finding magic in his life. Everything else faded from his thoughts, from his memory, except this moment, this man, this incredible sensation.

With nothing left to restrain him he gazed up at the soft gray eyes and said, "Zack, I know it's way too soon to say this but ... I think I'm falling in love with you."

Zack smiled. "Not too soon at all, bro. It's way overdue after all these years apart. But don't think ... just feel. It's just you and me, buddy, alone in our own private world, way up here in our eagle's nest. So breathe deep, feel your man inside you ... and make love to me." He leaned forward and their lips met while Zack's cock caressed the warm membrane of his ass.

And that's how it went on as one minute slid into the next and the next. To these men it seemed they were suspended in time and in space way up here in the cliffs, the only sound being the cries of the curious seagulls and the distant splash of the waves far below. The twilight deepened to dark, the stars shone more brightly, and the moon rose. And still they made love.

And even their climax didn't end it. Zack said, "We gotta cum, dude, but that don't have to stop us. We can make love as long as we like. But I gotta cum inside you, bro, and I want you to cum with me without touching your dick. You ready?"

"Whenever you say, Zack. I'll always cum for you whenever you want it."

Zack grinned. "And you know just how I can do it, don't you, big guy? Like this." He pulled his cock all the way back, a teasing pause, then slid it back in, all the way down ... and this time he didn't stop at the inner sphincter but eased on over it into the warm, sensitive inner depths.

Miguel's body shuddered, his eyes opened wide as he felt the cock inside him pulse and pour semen deep inside him. "Aaah ... I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum." He dug his fingers hard into Zack's pecs and his cock erupted in jizz that splashed all over his own body. His mouth opened wide and he screamed ... a scream that matched the startled seagulls watching from above, a scream that was carried by the breeze from their nest in the cliffs and far out to sea.

Zack fell on the cum-drenched man and held him as he pulled his cock slowly from his ass. Then they hugged, kissed, rolled over on the grass until Miguel laughed, "Careful, dude, we don't wanna roll off the edge. A fine way to end a romance – washed lifeless out to sea."

"Yeah, but what a way to go, buddy! Picture the fade out – great way to end a movie."

"But I don't want this movie to end, Zack."

"Trust me, it ain't gonna end, dude. It'll be like one of those serials that goes on forever."

"With a cliff-hanger at the end of each episode," Miguel smiled.

Zack laughed, "Bad choice of words, bro, considering where we are. Come on, let's get down from here. I can drive now – ain't drunk anymore. A great fuck will do that for a man."

They scrambled down the cliff, retrieved the truck from Pablito's parking lot and half an hour later they were in the hotel room, in the shower together and then in bed. They were exhausted, physically and emotionally. No more talk, no more action, just sleep, in each other's arms. One thing they were both sure of, though they didn't say it – didn't need to. They were in love.

They slept late next morning and would have slept longer had Zack's cell phone not rung. Miguel stirred in his arms as he reached for it and murmured, "Yeah?" He smiled when he heard Darius's voice.

"Sir ... everything OK, sir? You still want me to come?"

"Everything is just hunky dory, kiddo, and I do mean hunky. And sure I want you to come – more than ever."

"Well, sir, I checked the trains and I'm gonna get the 11:20 this morning, gets into San Juan Capistrano at 12:40. Pablo's gonna run me to Union Station and, er, will you meet me at the other end or I should I take a cab?"

"Take a cab?! A boy of mine? Darius, I will be there to meet you with open arms and a stiff dick. Can't wait to see your smiling face." He heard the relief in his boy's voice as he laughed and rang off. Miguel, moaned, snuggled closer and they went back to sleep.

Darius shut off his phone. He was with Pablo in their bedroom and Pablo was getting ready for a few hours work before taking Darius to the station. "You OK, dude?" Pablo asked.

"Yeah, sure, never better," Darius replied tersely without making eye contact. After hanging up the phone his face had grown somber. Pablo, still in just his boxer shorts, pulled Darius down on the bed where they sat next to each other. He grabbed Darius's chin and made him face him. "Hey, kid, this is me, your old pal Pablo. You know we always share stuff. So level with me, dude. What gives?"

Then it all came out. "Pablo, I think everything's changing. I've never heard Zack sound so ... so happy. You know how he usually is – gruff, the strong silent type. Now he seemed so ... light ... even though I think I had just woke him up. And I'm sure this Miguel guy was in bed next to him. Shit, what if they're in love and this guy replaces me? I'm scared, dude."

"Now listen up, asshole," Pablo said sternly. "First of all, if Zack was gonna dump you for this guy why in hell d'you think he asked you to go down there and join them? To dump you in front of him? Nah, that's not Zack, you know it as well as I do. He may be a big tough son-of-a-bitch sometimes but he's never unkind ... plus he's crazy about you, kiddo, anyone can see that."

"You think he still is?" Darius asked meekly.

"Duh! Stuff that intense don't change overnight. So what if he's fallen for this guy? Look at it this way – look at me. I'm Randy's boy, no doubt about that, but Randy also has a lover his own age – he's crazy in love with Bob. So sometimes I sleep with them but most of the time I'm with my own lover – you, you dumb shit. And when you and me are together, where does that leave Zack? All alone in his bed."

He grabbed Darius's hands. "I know it's tough to get your mind round all this, but trust me, dude, everything's gonna shake out fine. Zack loves you, I love you, the whole fucking tribe loves you. Dammit, looking at you next to me I wanna fuck you right now, fuck some sense into you. I would too if I didn't have to go put in a couple hours work before I run you to the train.

"I gotta set Ben up on a job we're tackling, otherwise I'll have boss Randy getting mad and threatening to whip my ass. `Course," Pablo grinned, "that could be kinda hot ... but that's another story. I gotta go." He pulled on his work jeans and boots, they stood up and Darius hugged him tight.

"Thanks, dude. Hey," Darius grinned, "if what you say is true looks like I might be spending more nights in bed with you. That sweet ass of yours is gonna get a real workout from my man-size dick."

"You won't hear me complain. That's the attitude, kiddo. Gotta go. See you in a few."

Several hours later on the drive to Union Station the pep talk continued, and then Darius was on the train, alone with his thoughts and fears.

The train, at least, was soothing as it sped down the coast with the ocean on the right side, seemingly almost lapping at the tracks. Pablo's words had made sense but as his destination grew closer Darius got more nervous. What if they're still fucking in bed and Zack forgets to come get me? He realized how paranoid that sounded and murmured, "Get a grip, dude."

Actually Zack and Miguel were not still in bed – far from it. Soon after the phone call from Darius, Miguel had got up and said, "Just going downstairs for a minute. Why don't you order breakfast from room-service? Back soon – don't go away," he grinned.

He was gone longer than expected and Zack was on the terrace starting on breakfast when Miguel appeared. He opened his arms wide and beamed, "I'm all yours, Zack – for the whole day. I talked to the head chef and we traded our days off, so I'm not working lunches or dinners today. It'll mean working six straight days later, but you're worth it, you big hunk."

He kissed Zack on the cheek and sat facing him at the table. Zack smiled. He realized that Miguel had kind of taken charge of things – first suggesting Darius come down, then clearing his schedule so he would spend the whole day with them. Zack, who was always in charge of everything, willingly yielded to this man, who in some ways reminded him of Bob, with similar insights, intuition and kindness. Well, just as Bob had tamed caveman Randy, Zack was happy to be tamed by this man.

That same intuition prevented Miguel from taking Zack right back to bed, even though they had more or less permanent erections in their shorts. Miguel sensed that having sex just before meeting up with Darius would somehow be in poor taste.

So they went for a run on the beach instead, and when they came back showered and got dressed – Zack in cargo shorts and a black T-shirt he had brought, knowing that it was Darius's favorite. Miguel had brought up from downstairs a colorful Hawaiian shirt that he wore with loose linen shorts. Zack looked him up and down and grinned. "Damn, you look gorgeous in that shirt, buddy. But hell, you'd look hot in any clothes – or no clothes at all. Especially that."

It was a fifteen minute drive to the San Juan Capistrano train station and they arrived ten minutes before the train was due. Miguel had already told Zack that there was a really good patio restaurant right by the tracks at the station and suggested they all three have lunch there. Easy place to break the ice – if there was any ice to break.

So while Miguel went and got them a table on the patio Zack paced up and down the platform waiting for the train. Finally he saw a small, dark blue shape in the shimmering distance – and felt a stab of anxiety. As the shape grew larger and larger he was startled by the loud bell that started to clang at the level crossing, and he suddenly wondered what the hell he was doing.

Darius was the most precious thing in his life, a handsome fun-loving guy who he loved and protected. He would never let anyone harm him – but isn't that what he himself was about to do? His nervousness increased as he now heard, as well as saw, the big train approach and finally roar self-importantly along the platform.

Suddenly everything was noise and bustle and Zack nervously looked round for Miguel as support. But he was in the restaurant, his instincts telling him it would be best if Zack first welcomed Darius on his own. No need to hit the guy with everything at once.

Doors slid open, people alighted, some to effusive greetings from loved ones – but no Darius. On the edge of panic Zack saw him at last in the distance, emerging from the back of the train. He hurried, almost ran, to meet him and the first thing he noticed was the youthful, gleaming smile on Darius's handsome face. He was carrying a backpack and simply dressed in black jeans and a white V-neck T-shirt, a striking contrast to his fine ebony skin.

As they came together Zack opened his arms, wrapped them tightly round his boy and kissed his neck, his cheek and forehead, muttering, "Damn it's good to see you kiddo. Thanks for coming. I didn't mean to ... I mean ... man, I'm so sorry I ..."

"Hey," Darius grinned, pulling back, "is this a meet-and-greet or an apology, sir?"

That threw Zack. "Apology? I don't think I need to ..."

"Bad choice of words, sir. I don't know why I said that. I guess I'm nervous about ... never mind. Look," he smiled, "why don't I step back on the train, get off again and we can start all over again." Zack laughed with relief. "You can always make me laugh, kiddo."

"Yeah, and you can always make me hard, sir," Darius said, grinning down at the long bulge in his jeans reaching halfway down his thigh. "Look, sir, I love you and I'm pretty sure you love me, so why don't we start from there and see how things go."

Once again Zack had a sense that someone else, his own boy this time, was taking charge. "It's a deal, kid." Darius slung his backpack over his shoulder, Zack threw his arm behind his boy's neck and they walked down the platform together making safe small-talk – "How was the train ride? ... How's Pablo?"

"Both great, sir. Riding the train somehow is a great place to set you thinking."

Dangerous territory so Zack steered away from it. "I thought we should have a bite of lunch first. There's a great restaurant right by the tracks here. Here we are."

They stopped and looked at the lunch scene on the big patio. It was moderately busy and Darius's eyes fell on a dark stubble-jawed man sitting all alone. "Shit damn, look at that guy over there, sir – Hawaiian shirt. What a hunk. Totally gorgeous, and he's all alone. We should ..."

He stopped suddenly as the penny dropped. "That's him, sir, isn't it?"

"Yeah, kiddo, that's Miguel."

"He looks nervous, sir." Miguel hadn't seen them yet, he was too engrossed in the table, rearranging the silverware, opening the menu, closing it, dropping his napkin, picking it up. "Guy as gorgeous as that shouldn't be nervous of anything. Let's put him out of his misery."

Darius broke free of Zack and wound his way through the tables across the patio followed by Zack. As he approached Miguel looked up startled and Darius held out his hand and flashed a gleaming smile. "Hello, sir, the name's Darius, and this here is my buddy Zack."

Miguel shot to his feet, grabbed Darius's hand in both of his and squeezed tight. "Darius, such a pleasure to meet you ... and Zack I know already ..." he blushed ... "of course you know that `cos I ... we ... oh shit, Darius, I'm nervous as hell."

"No need for that, sir, I'm nervous enough for all three of us. Leave the worrying to me."

"Well it sure doesn't show," Miguel smiled. "And please Darius, don't call me sir. What do you call that buddy of yours, Pablo?"

"I dunno ... dude mostly."

"Then dude it is ... dude."

"Hey," Darius said, "you think we could sit down? I'm starved, didn't eat breakfast."

"Of course," Miguel said, "how rude of me. Zack, please." He indicated the table with a wave of the hand and they sat down. "I have to say this, Darius ... Zack told me you were good-looking but I wasn't prepared for such a stud, that face and body and your ..." He blushed deep red.

"And my dick? Yeah guys usually notice the bulge first. Impressive, eh? Ten inches on a good day. But talking of hunks, I checked you out with the twins when they got back home from here and they told me all about you – everything. But man, you beat all expectations. A total dude. And that shirt looks terrific on you. You must lend it to me sometime."

"Sure, of course. Here, you can have it now if you want." He even began to unbutton it until Darius stopped him and turned to Zack. "Hey, see that, sir? That's my kinda guy – a man who'll give you the shirt off his back."

They all roared with laughter. Whatever ice there had been was already melting.

Zack had taken a back seat during the introductions. He had just let Darius charge ahead with his usual ebullient sense of fun. He knew his boy had been nervous but he covered it up admirably and Zack looked on admiringly.

And that was pretty much how it went through the meal. Zack and Miguel had talked endlessly since they met and now it was Darius's turn. Captivated by his energy and humor Miguel's nervousness faded and he quickly warmed to Zack's boy. When they opened the menu Darius frowned, "Man, I'm never good at these things, all those foreign words. I need help, someone who knows food, knows his way around a menu and a kitchen, a gourmet chef maybe ..."

"Hey, dude, I can take a cue," Miguel chuckled and he leaned close to Darius examining the menu. "So what are you in the mood for, Darius?"

"Hey, don't tempt me, dude ... Oh, sorry, you mean food-wise."

"Darius, you are incorrigible."

"If I knew what that meant I'd probably take offense. OK, sorry ... food."

The light-hearted banter went on and on and by the end of the meal Darius and Miguel were buddies. But there was still a hurdle on the horizon and Zack sensed that they were drawing the meal out to put off the inevitable. "OK, he said decisively. Time we got back to the hotel. You ready?"

Zack picked up the tab and they followed him out to the truck. Miguel grinned at Darius, "No doubt who's the boss, eh?" Miguel smiled. "Our man can be real decisive when it comes to it." He stopped and could have swallowed his tongue. Our man – how stupid could he be? "Oh shit, Darius, that was real pushy of me. I'm sorry, dude, it just slipped out somehow and ..."

At that moment the crossing gate bells clanged signaling the approach of another train and drowned out his words. Darius laughed, "Saved by the bell! Nah, don't sweat it, dude. This ain't your normal situation and there's bound to be stumbles and a few scabby knees along the way. The way I see it you can't paper over the cracks – if there are any cracks. You just gotta laugh it off."

But laughing it off wasn't an option when they got back to the hotel room. On the drive back Darius had sat between the two of them in the truck and got a small taste of what life might be like in the future – and it didn't feel bad. He smiled to himself and thought that there are worse things in life than being sandwiched between two hunks like these.

But now, as they went into the room, the tension heightened as they felt the moment of truth drawing near. Seeing Darius glance at the bed Miguel said rather pointlessly, "Oh look, housekeeping has been in and made the bed." He bit his tongue, thinking of the state the maids must have found it in and wondering if the other two guys were thinking the same.

The scene was a study in suspended animation. The tension was building and Darius and Miguel looked helplessly at Zack waiting for guidance.

Zack sensed that Darius and Miguel had become friends, but how could he prevent them from being rivals too? Miguel was feeling ever more uncomfortable that he was coming between this man and his boy who had loved each other for years. And Darius knew for sure now that Zack and Miguel were in love and were probably dying to fuck again. It was a triangular mess – plus they all had hard-ons.

Darius broke the silence. "Look guys, I can see how things are here and I am definitely feeling what Pablo calls `de tropp'. I think I'll go laze by the pool. I'm told the place is packed with cute waiters so if I play my cards right I might end up ...

"No Darius!" Finally Zack took charge. He had watched willingly as Miguel had taken charge of the morning arrangements. Then Darius, with his sense of humor, had led them painlessly through the thickets of confusion at what could have been a difficult lunch. Now it was Zack's turn. They were now in the sexual arena, after all, where Zack was always the boss.

"No, Darius," he said sternly, "you're not going anywhere. Guys, I know you're thinking this whole thing is real weird, and you're right. It's up to me to sort it out – and I have a plan. The first part of which is ... a beer. I think we all need one."

The relief was palpable as Miguel said, "Sure, Zack, count me in," and Darius added, "Damn, I could murder a beer."

They were soon sitting out on the terrace and Zack said, "Guys, let's not beat around the bush. I love you both – I'm in love with you both and I want that to bring us all together, not divide us. But it's gonna be kind of a delicate balance at first, and here's the deal. Darius, you and I have had great sex for years now and that's not gonna change. Miguel, you and I have made love only since yesterday and already I know it's for keeps. But there are two guys at this table who have not made love with each other. And that upsets the balance."

He took a swig of beer to let this sink in and, anticipating where this was going, Darius and Miguel felt their dicks swell in their pants. Zack continued, "Miguel, we have a rule in our tribe that no man ever has to do anything sexually he don't want to do. So you can both say no to whatever I'm gonna suggest. But I'm hoping that this time you'll let me take charge?"

"Absolutely, Zack," said Miguel. Darius added cheekily, "Don't you always, sir?"

Zack grinned, "Fuck you, boy." And the tension was broken.

"OK, Darius stand up." Darius took a last gulp of beer and stood up facing the two men. "Look at him, Miguel. What do you think?"

Miguel was startled at first, but Darius was not fazed at all. This wasn't the first time his master had put him proudly on display and he loved it. In fact he played to the gallery – Pablo had taught him how to do that in their sex games. He now positioned himself so his face was half in the sun, half in the shade, a dramatic effect that threw his chiseled features into sharp relief.

"God, Zack, he's fucking gorgeous. I can see why you chose him as your boy – nothing but the best for you."

"Glad you like him, buddy. OK, kiddo, take your shirt off." Again Darius hammed it up, reaching behind his neck and slowly pulling his T-shirt up, exposing his ripped eight-pack abs, then the curve at the bottom of his pecs ... and then his whole muscular torso as he pulled the shirt off over his head. Darius stood proud and confident in his own beauty, smiling at Miguel.

"You like?" Zack asked Miguel.

"Oh man, it's stunning," Miguel said, gazing at the beautiful black body gleaming in the sun, and watching a bead of sweat running down the cleft between his pecs. "Is that the kind of phenomenal body you get working in construction?"

"That helps," Zack chuckled. "But you ain't seen nothing yet, dude. OK, kid, drop `em."

Darius paused teasingly then pulled open the top button of his jeans ... then another and another, and stopped when he had exposed his tangle of black pubic hair around the thick base of his cock. Miguel swallowed hard as he watched mesmerized. Darius slid his hands under the waistband and slowly pushed his jeans lower revealing the rest of his long tool, inch by inch by tantalizing inch.

"Aaah!" Miguel gasped as finally the iron-hard black rod sprang free in all its ten-inch glory. Miguel blinked hard, scarcely believing his eyes. He looked at Zack who was smiling with satisfaction. "Yeah, it's real dude. Go on, you're among friends, follow your instincts."

Awed as he was, Miguel nevertheless felt his competitive instincts kick in. Zack was watching and Miguel wanted to prove to him that he could match any man in masculine beauty. He locked eyes with Darius, unbuttoned his shirt and letting it hang open. In each breath of breeze the light silk blew open, then back, revealing tantalizing glimpses of his muscled chest.

Now it was Darius's turn to gasp. "Dude, you are such a fucking stud. I bet that body makes heads turn in the gym. Damn, I'd have whiplash. Let me see it all. Take the shirt off, big guy."

Miguel shrugged off his shirt, it fell noiselessly to the terrace floor and Darius moaned, "Totally awesome, dude." Darius's cock pulsed, he stroked it with one hand and ran the other seductively over the flexing muscles of his own chest. He grinned at Miguel's wide-eyed focus on his cock. "I know you want it, dude. So go for it buddy ... It's all yours."

Zack sat back sipping beer and hugely enjoyed the show Darius was putting on. He knew how seductive it could be, especially for a man seeing it for the first time, and loved seeing Miguel's spellbound reaction. It was no surprise to him when Miguel walked forward and sank to his knees before Darius, his eyes fixed on the massive cock.

And Darius knew just what to do with it. He pushed his hips forward and let his cock slid across Miguel's face, brushing first one cheek then the other. Reflexively Miguel put out his tongue, trying to lick it.

And eventually Darius let him. He held his cock steady inches from his face and said, "Dude, it's such a fucking turn-on having a hot, macho musclehunk like you kneeling at my feet. It's a big fantasy of mine. Look what you do to me, stud. See that pre-cum oozing from my dick?"

Miguel flicked out his tongue and tasted the musky liquid. He gasped and licked the whole head, especially the sensitive corona that made Darius moan with pleasure. But Miguel pulled back and gazed up at him. "Darius, it's so fucking huge, I can't possibly take it all. I'm new to this. Zack's is the only dick I've only ever had in my mouth."

"Another fantasy of mine," Darius grinned. "Breaking in a new guy, especially a stud like you. Don't worry dude – I'm an expert at this."

Miguel opened his mouth wide and Darius pushed his rod in slowly, very slowly, pausing when he felt the man panic and clench his throat muscles. "Relax, dude ... breathe through your nose. Trust me, I know what I'm doing. I won't hurt you, and you won't suffocate." Miguel did as instructed. He braced his hands on the sides of Darius's waist, breathed steadily and began to love the feel of the long shaft sliding down his throat.

Zack gazed in awe at the extraordinary sight – the handsome, dark haired, stubbled Hispanic on his knees shirtless, sucking the massive shaft of the muscular black boy. Zack pulled his cock out of his shorts and stroked it, groaning, "Guys, that looks so fucking beautiful. I love you both so damn much." But after a while he could tell from the look on Darius's face that he was close. "OK, guys," he ordered. "That's enough. Darius, turn round."

Darius pulled his dick back up Miguel's throat and his jaw sagged open, drool running down his stubbled chin. When Darius turned round Miguel saw for the first time the firm mounds of his ass, flexing to accentuate the dimples in the sides. "Jesus, Darius, your ass is gorgeous too. Man, I can imagine Zack pushing his dick inside it like he did to me."

"I'm glad to hear it, bro," said Zack. "Makes the rest of my plan easier. Right, let's go inside."

Tingling with uncertainty and anticipation Darius pulled up his pants, helped Miguel to his feet, and they followed Zack into the bedroom. "OK," Zack grinned. "Time to get naked, don't you think? Makes everything so much easier." He led the way by shedding his black T-shirt and cargo shorts while Darius took off his jeans. Miguel dropped his shorts and suddenly felt a bit nervous with these naked black musclehunks and wondering what came next.

Darius and Miguel stood side by side. Zack faced them and ran his hands over their shoulders and chests moaning softly, "Such beautiful men." He leaned forward and kissed them in turn. "Guys, I wanna tell you both something. I've always envied Randy and Bob when they're with their boys, Pablo and the twins. They're a family, a family within the tribe family."

They were surprised to see tears come to Zack's eyes. "And now, guys – Darius and Miguel – I hope I'm looking at my own little family. I want it so bad. And I have something in mind to help make that possible."

They were both expecting Zack to order Miguel on his knees again or on his back to finally feel the full impact of Darius's massive dick. So they were surprised when Zack said, "Darius, on the bed."

Darius obeyed and stared up at Zack as he spoke to Miguel. "Man, that day so long ago, all we did then was get drunk and get our rocks off. But yesterday we made up for that and I did what I should have done then – fucked your virgin ass. And later, high up that cliff, I made love to you again.

"So welcome to our world, Miguel. But there is still one thing you have never done with a man ... you've never put your dick in a man's ass and fucked him, even though you look like a macho top man that any guy would offer his ass to." Miguel inhaled sharply, not sure where this was going. "Dude," Zack continued, "like you said a while back, a guy never forgets his first time." He smiled and looked down at Darius. "And I want my boy here to be your first."

"You ... you mean you want me to fuck Darius in the butt? But man, I thought ... I mean with that huge dick of his he would be the one to ..."

"I know, I know, and that's gonna happen all in good time. But now I wanna watch you fuck Darius ... if Darius is OK with that."

Darius smiled eagerly. "Duh! Who wouldn't be? When I arrived at the train station and pointed out the hunk in the Hawaiian shirt sitting all alone, first thing that crossed my mind was how great it would be to get fucked by a stud like that. Please, dude. You're so fucking hot, I'd be honored to be the first guy you ever fucked. Do what Zack says, Miguel. Hey, look at this."

He turned over on his stomach and playfully flexed the muscles of his bubble butt. Miguel's heart beat fast. "Shit, you have a beautiful ass, dude, but I've never ... I mean, I'm not sure how I would even ... you know ..."

Darius laughed. "Like I said before, just relax, buddy and leave the worrying to me. That big piece o' meat swinging between your legs is gonna be quite a challenge. First thing, lube it up from that jar by the bed." Miguel looked at Zack who smiled, "He's right, bro. Just do as he says. Trust me – you're gonna love it."

While Miguel lubed his cock Darius got up on all fours on the bed and looked back over his shoulder. "It'll be easier for you to start like this. I'm facing that big mirror so I can watch you behind me. Come on stud ... let me watch you fuck me."

Miguel stared at the muscular young black man on his hands and knees, his long black dick hanging so far beneath him it touched the bed. And suddenly he felt empowered like never before. To fuck a beautiful guy like this – a guy who regularly took Zack's rod up his ass. He imagined the sight of Zack pounding the boy's ass ... and he wanted the same thing.

So he climbed on the bed, knelt behind him and from then on everything came naturally. Zack had been right ... the handsome, swarthy Latino was a natural top man. He rested his hands on Darius's hips and pressed the tip of his rigid cock against his hole.

He looked in the mirror and said, "Let me see your face, Darius. Darius looked up, their eyes met in the mirror and he gave a dazzling smile. "Man, I want this so bad. You are one hot muscle-god, dude, and I wanna feel your dick in my ass. Fuck me, man ... Fuuuck me!"

Miguel pushed his dick tentatively over the sphincter and felt the heat round his cock. It was like a furnace ... he opened his eyes wide and yelled, "Yeaaah!" as he plunged his cock all the way down the chute, deep into the cauldron of Darius's ass. Miguel looked up at Zack and gasped, "Man, this is ... I've never felt anything like this in my life. Jesus, my cock's on fire"

"So fuck him man. Let me watch you fuck my boy's ass ... our boy's ass. Do it, man. Hammer that ass. Just don't cum, not yet."

Miguel was a man transformed – from a nervous new guy begging the black muscle-god to fuck him, to a rugged top-man ploughing the ass of that same man's boy. "Yeah," he howled again, "damn, your ass is so fucking hot, boy." He reached one arm forward, grabbed Darius round the neck and pulled his face back, forcing him to look at him in the mirror.

"Look at that man, boy ... feel his dick pounding ass. This is how it's gonna be, stud. Zack and me are gonna trade off fucking that ass. And that is one primo ass." Miguel raised his free arm in the air like a cowboy riding a black stallion, howling in triumph, while the stallion bucked beneath him.

It went on and on, but when he felt his climax getting close he slowed down, let go of Darius's neck, raised both arms and linked his hands behind his head. His hips still pounded forward, his rod driving like a piston in the black boy's ass. "Don't you cum, boy ... not till I tell you."

Darius gazed at the macho Latino flexing in the mirror, torso on full display, arms bent, hands linked behind his head. And hearing his commanding voice Darius realized how much he wanted this man, now and again and again. He wanted him to be Zack's lover, wanted to be boy to both of them, fucked by both of them." He bucked beneath the Hispanic hunk, raising his ass higher to feel the whole pile-driving length of his cock deep inside him.

Miguel was in complete charge now and grinned at Zack. "Your boy is dynamite, Zack. Come on, grab a piece of the action here. Let him feel both of us."

Zack was thrilled at the sight of Miguel transformed into a powerful dominant stud pounding his boy. Zack stood in front of Darius smiling across him at Miguel. "OK, big guy, let's do it." He shoved his thick shaft in his boy's mouth and matched the rhythm of his new lover as they speared Darius from both ends.

Zack had never felt more alive as their eyes met and they shared the boy, as if they were always meant to. They leaned forward and kissed each other over Darius without breaking the rhythm of their dual fuck. When their faces broke apart Zack said, "Man, I love the hell out of you. You belong to us, bro – you make us complete."

Suddenly he pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth, knelt before him and kissed him. "You OK, kiddo? I want you to get off on this."

"Sir, it's the best ever. I love him fucking me sir. Can I be his boy too, sir ... is that OK?"

"It's what I want more than anything, kid. And I've never loved you as much as I do now." Zack stood up and suddenly he was gone from the reflection in the mirror. Miguel took over solo. He reached forward again, put his arm round Darius's throat and pulled him all the way back up on his knees on the bed, still pounding his ass. Now he had a full frontal view of Darius's chest and abs and his massive cock standing out stiff as a pole.

"Damn, you look so fucking gorgeous, man." He reached round and squeezed Darius's nipples, making him howl. "And I've got you all to myself."

"Not exactly," came a deep voice behind him, just as Zack's smiling face appeared in the mirror, over his shoulder behind him. "Zack, what ...? What are you doing man? I ... I ... aaagh!!" Miguel screamed as he felt Zack's massive rod pierce him from behind. "NO! Son-of-a-bitch, mother-fucker ... I can't ... oh shit ... oh yeah ... yeah ... fuck me Zack while I fuck your boy."

He folded his arms round Darius's chest for support and pounded his ass while Zack reamed Miguel with his pile-driving shaft. Darius pounded his own cock in his fist staring in the mirror at his two masters behind him. It was wild, like being fucked by both of them and he howled, "Sirs, I can't take anymore. It feels so fucking good. I can't hold back. I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum. Please, guys ... cum with me, like you both love me, please ... yeaah!"

His cock shuddered, then let loose a stream of jizz that blasted forward, slammed against the mirror and dripped down the glass. The sight was too much for the men and they lost their loads simultaneously, Miguel inside Darius and Zack deep in the Latino's ass.

All three stared in the mirror in disbelief and watched the jizz flow down it until their cocks had drained, their heartbeats subsided and their breathing slowed. Darius moved first, pulling off Miguel's cock and throwing himself on his back on the bed. He looked up at them, eyes sparkling, and started to laugh with uncontrolled joy. He spread his arms on the bed and yelled, "Here I am, guys. Kiss me. I'm all yours – both of you."

They fell on him, kissing him, groping him, tickling him as he squirmed gleefully beneath them. But at last Zack said, "Guys, guys, we gotta slow down. This is a lot to take in. This room reeks of jizz, so how about we get out of here for a while and go for a walk on the beach?" At this point Darius and Miguel would have done anything Zack told them to.

In swim shorts they were splashing though the surf at water's edge. Zack let the other two walk in front of him as he wanted them to get used to each other now that things had shot to a whole new level. Naturally, the excited Darius did most of the talking. "Dude, I can't wait for the tribe to meet you. Man, are they ever gonna drool!"

"Yeah, I'm nervous about that," Miguel said. "So prime, me, Darius. Tell me about those guys."

Darius was off and running. "Well ... first there's Bob and Randy. You've met Bob, but his lover Randy is completely different from him ... he's a piece of work. Stick close to me when we meet him `cos I can handle Randy. Then there's the golden couple, Mark the Greek-God cop and his blond surfer Jamie. Next door there's the hunky Aussie Adam and his boy Nate, they're so cool.

"Down the hill is our tame fireman Jason – gorgeous as hell and vain with it – and why not? He's in a fireman's calendar that the boys still jerk off over. His boy is young Ben, Randy's kid brother. Up the hill lives a hunky Forest Ranger, Pete, and his boy Brandon. He's in a wheelchair and a real sweetheart, everyone loves him.

"Randy has a brother Steve, he's a shrink, has an architect lover Lloyd and a house manager Tommy who you probably know used to work at your hotel. Danny too used to be a waiter there but now he's the chef and house manager up at the big house owned by Mario and his lover, the big movie ..." Zack coughed loudly behind him. "Oh, I'm not supposed to spill the beans on that one, but you'll find out.

"Oh yeah, and Steve has a guesthouse on his property where a gorgeous musclehunk Marine lives with his boy Eddie. Eddie's a charmer ... loves to talk even more than I do and he gives the best blowjob on the planet."

"Hey, hey, slow down, Darius," Miguel laughed, "you're confusing the hell out of me." He hesitated, then cleared his throat nervously. "Er, by chance are any of those guys into ... you know ... the leather scene. I might as well tell you another secret. I once bought myself a leather outfit – you know, chaps, vest, harness, that kinda gear. I only wear it at home and – shit this sounds weird – sometimes I put it on and it looks so hot on me I beat off looking at myself in a mirror. Is that crazy or what?"

Zack, the leather-master of all time, roared with laughter behind them. "Oh man, I think we're gonna get along together just fine."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength – Part 366

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