A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 473 By Rob Williams

Chapter 473 – "FORBIDDEN LOVE"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

At the Grady House the sexy Italian Mario makes out with superman-handsome Bob. He later confesses to his lover Grady, the movie star Tarzan, "I cheated on Tarzan with Superman. Bob made love to me – in and out of the pool." Later young Will's dad Seth comes to dinner and father and son give way to mutual lust. Seth growls to the eager young redhead, "Damn I gotta have that ass." ___________________________________________________________________

IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Bob, the handsome co-leader of the tribe had been overwhelmed by the pressure of work and was close to burnout. Normally kind and supportive to everyone, now he was irritably barking orders and criticism.

His boys, the twins Kyle and Kevin, said, "Bob's different now ... snapping at everyone, even us, and he's never said an unkind word to us in the past. He's just not the Bob we know and love."

His lover Randy, typically, thought that a savage fuck would solve everything but he was wrong. Instead it drove Bob over the edge in a panic attack that sent him to the tribe's therapist Doctor Steve. His remedy was decisive. "It's a textbook case of burnout, Bob. You need to take a break, and I mean a complete break – away from the triggers that brought this on. You need a place where you can be private, pampered, with no connection to work or the tribe for a while."

The answer was the Grady House, the sprawling home of their friends, movie star Grady and his Italian lover Mario. Grady had recently become an international celebrity and screen heartthrob playing Tarzan in the hugely popular movie franchise, so privacy was essential. The Grady House had heavy security and was perfect as a retreat for Bob.

Steve had also chosen a young assistant who would stay with Bob at the house and tend to his needs – young Will, the twins' freckle-faced boy. It turned out to be a perfect match as the formerly shy young redhead took charge, cooking Bob's meals, screening Bob's phone calls and doing whatever else Bob needed.

As it turned out, that included making love to Bob. As a rest from his lover Randy's ferocious, highly erotic fucks, Bob needed the innocence and tenderness that Will gave him.

Not that Randy, the gypsy boss of the tribe, could be excluded for long. Breaking all of Doc Steve's rules – total seclusion, no visitors – Randy secretly broke into the Grady House at night. He had originally installed the security system and easily bypassed it. He woke Bob who gazed up at the chiseled gypsy features, stubbled jaw, shaggy black hair and hypnotic blue eyes.

"Last time I fucked up, dude ... this time I wanna get it right. When I last fucked you I rode your ass hard, too hard. I'm gonna make amends for that now – by riding your cock."

Even getting fucked by Bob Randy was still the macho top man and Bob surrendered himself to his dominance. He realized it was only with Randy that he could truly shrug off the mantle of leader, leave the stress and tension behind and deliver himself totally into Randy's protection.

Later, as Bob lay in his arms, Randy said, "Now here's what's gonna happen, bro. I'm gonna sleep with you all night and leave real early so no one will see me. This is just between you and me, our private world. I won't tell Doc Steve and you won't tell Will. Then you'll stay here the rest of the week as Steve recommended and when you come home I'll be waiting for you."

True to his word Randy left at dawn next morning but he was spotted by young Brian, Grady's boy, who approached in his wheelchair. "Oh, sir, I'm so glad you're here," he said breathlessly. "I was running the security videos from last night and I think there was a security breach."

"Hey, no sweat kiddo. The security breach was me. I was testing the system out – there's a weak spot and I'll come up here later and fix it. Good for you for catching it, you're doing a great job, kid. Grady and Mario must be real proud of you.

Randy left the way he had come in – over the fence. Much relieved Brian took early coffee up to the master suite where Mario and Grady untangled themselves from each other's arms and sat up in bed. "Thanks kiddo," Grady grinned. "Hey, come and join us." He hauled Brian out of his wheelchair and planted him between them.

"Oh by the way, sirs, I think you should know there was a security breach last night. But not to worry, it was Randy testing the system. He said there's a flaw and he'll fix it later. He just left."

Mario looked puzzled. "Randy was here? And he just left? And what time was the intrusion?"

"Oh, sometime just after bedtime last night, sir."

Mario exchanged knowing glances with Grady whose eyes sparkled. "Er, good for you for spotting it Brian. But I think we should keep this just between us three, right? Don't want to alarm the other guys, especially Bob and Will. Er, did they sleep together again last night?"

No, sir. Will slept in his own room and Bob slept alone."

Grady stifled a playful smile. "Bob slept alone, eh? Well he probably needed a good night's sleep. So what else is cooking, kiddo? Come on, give me all the gossip."

"Well, sir, Will is all excited `cos Bob suggested Will's dad Seth have dinner with them, just the three of them. Will hopes ... er ... well, sir, this is only gossip, but you know that Seth and Will occasionally ... you know ... even though Seth's his dad ..."

"Yeah, they make love and fuck, good for them," Grady grinned. "So?"

"So, Will is hoping it'll happen again." Brian frowned, "Though I'm not sure where Bob will fit in."

"And we won't try to guess," Mario smiled. "We'll drop the subject and just see what happens."

"Italian party pooper," Grady grumbled. "But you'll tell me what happens won't you, kiddo?"

"Of course, sir. Don't I always?"

********************* CHAPTER 473 *********************

"I'D BET THE FARM ON IT"

Grady had his usual early call at the studio and after a quick breakfast Brian said, "Sir, your limo's waiting outside. Grady kissed Mario and ambled out through the gate.

Later, Will joined Brian in the kitchen to cook Bob's breakfast. The two boys greeted each other amiably as usual, except that there was a tinge of wariness in Brian, treading carefully so as not to spill the beans about Randy's visit to the house last night. Mario and Grady had sworn him to secrecy, for a reason Brian didn't really understand. It was only a security check, wasn't it?

But when Will took Bob's breakfast up to him it was Bob himself who spilled the beans. As usual they ate together at a table by a large window in the guestroom overlooking the garden. "Will there's something I have to tell you," Bob said. "You are looking after me so well as my `gatekeeper' it's only fair you know everything that goes on." Bob fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Truth is kiddo ... um ... last night I ... well I had a visitor."

"Yes I know, sir ... Randy."

Bob looked startled. "You ... wait ... you know about that? Did Brian tell you?"

"Oh no, sir. I suspect Brian doesn't know the whole story. He just thinks Randy came to check on the security system."

"Then how ...?"

"When I went to bed I set my alarm to wake me so I could quietly check on you ... it's my job sir. When it went off I heard a kind of muffled sobbing noise and thought you might be having a crying jag – you know, depression and all. I tiptoed to your room, opened the door a crack and saw Randy riding your cock. And your muffled sounds weren't crying – far from it."

"And you didn't blow the whistle?"

"No sir. See, my job is to make sure you have everything you want and it sure looked like you wanted Randy sitting on your dick, so I let it ride ... if you'll pardon the expression," Will grinned impishly. "I got up early this morning and from my open window I saw Randy telling Brian he was there for a security check. In the kitchen this morning I could tell Brian was holding something back from me, but he didn't tell me and I didn't tell him. We're very discreet, sir."

Bob burst out laughing. "Come here kid." He wrapped Will in his arms. Then a thought hit him and he pulled back. "Wait a minute. Does anyone else know?"

"I think it's a pretty safe bet Mario and Grady do, sir. I mean, I'm sure Brian told them about the security breach that happened late last night, and that Randy left just after dawn. Well, sir, late night to early morning? You do the math. Where was Randy all that time? I'm sure Mario and Grady did the math and came up with the right answer. And I bet Grady was tickled pink, you know how he loves gossip. But they won't tell anyone I'm sure."

"So we're in the clear, you think?"

"I'd bet the farm on it, sir." Bob smiled at Will's earnest face and his quaint turn of phrase.

"Course," Will added, "Randy wouldn't care if everyone knew he had broken into the house and spent the night with you. It's kinda romantic and adds to the Randy myth, sir."

Bob smiled. "You think Randy's a mythical character, Will?"

"You mean like a god, sir? Yeah he is. Well, you would know all about that, sir."

"Yeah ... yeah I do. But last night was a one-off, William. Randy was missing me and, well, you know how he is with rules."

"Breaks them all, sir?"

"Pretty much. But now we go back to Plan A and he'll wait for me to get home in a week or so. No more `breaches of security'. Just you and me from now on."

"And ... and my dad Seth, sir."

"Of course. So when are we gonna have this dinner, just the three of us? How about tonight?"

"That would work, sir. I know dad would like to, so I'll ask him to come to dinner and, er ..."

"Then let's do it," Bob smiled. "Any idea what you'll cook."

"I thought about that, sir. See, my dad eats red meat and you don't so I thought chicken breast. The twins have a recipe that's their secret, but they gave it to me `cos we have no secrets. And what about my special rhubarb pie afterwards, sir? That's Seth's favorite."

Bob grinned. "Seems like you've got it all worked out, kiddo, as usual. Guess all I have to do is laze around and get waited on."

"That's the plan, sir. Doc Steve said you gotta get plenty of rest. Now eat your oatmeal, it's good for you. I don't want to have to tell you again," he grinned mischievously.

"You're starting to sound like my mother," Bob chuckled. "OK, OK, I'll be a good boy."

BOB & MARIO OPEN UP

It was a busy day for Will, a labor of love with the prospect of dinner with two men he loved – the tribe's handsome leader Bob and the rugged construction worker Seth, his dad. As he worked in the kitchen his mind went back to his painful young life living with Seth, a sexually confused and abusive father who tried to sexually abuse him so often he ran away from home.

But since then the tribe had been the salvation of both of them. The twins had taken in Will as their boy, taught and nurtured him, while Randy had confronted Seth. The two evenly matched alpha males had a savage fist fight where they had gained each other's respect and Randy had ended up butt-fucking Seth. Randy's sexual magnetism sorted out Seth's sexual ambivalence once and for all – he loved men.

And Seth worked hard to gain Will's love and admiration. Father and son had even thrown caution and convention out the window and made love. The freewheeling tribe treated that event with pleasure, on the premise that love, in whatever form, was always better than war. They had made love several times since then and Will was crossing his fingers that something like that might happen tonight.

Meanwhile Bob was having a lazy day – physically at least. His mind was still churning and it took hours of swimming and lazing in the sun to help him get a grip on his problems. Wearing only speedos he was lying on a chaise by the pool, his eyes closed, when a voice said. "Scusi, amico, but would you like company?"

Bob opened his eyes, shielded them from the sun and saw Mario standing above him with a bottle of white wine and two glasses. Backlit by the sun, the handsome Tuscan face looked spectacular with its chiseled features, tousled black hair and soft green eyes."

"I would like company, Mario, but only if you stay right where you are and let me jack off looking at you."

"Hmm," Mario smiled. "Maybe after the wine, amico?"

"OK, guess I am jumping the gun a bit." Mario set the wine and glasses on a table between the chaises. He was wearing his customary casual linen pants and loose shirt opened halfway down and Bob said, "One other condition, Mario. I feel underdressed. Take off your shirt."

"Certo, signore," Mario smiled, reminding Bob of the first time he and Randy had met Mario as the politely formal room service waiter at the Hyatt Regency in Laguna. Mario not only took off his shirt, he dropped his slacks. He was naked now except for black briefs, not unlike the briefs his lover Grady wore as an underwear model on billboards, before his glory days as Tarzan.

Bob smiled, "Now I want to jack off again, just as our boys used to sit in their cars and rub one out gazing up at Grady's billboard."

Miguel sat on the adjoining chaise and laughed. "I will tell you a secret, Bob. The first time I saw Grady was on that billboard and I too sat in my car and ... how did you say ... rubbed one out? Now look at me all this time later, the lover of Tarzan, one of the most beautiful men in movies."

"You two sure seem like a charmed couple, Mario, living up here in the lap of luxury."

Mario poured the wine and they clinked glasses. "Indeed we are very lucky, amico. But as is so often the case, the appearance of ease and contentment hides some tension underneath. That mostly comes from Grady's job. He often comes home from the studio ... come si dice ... all wound up?"

"I'm not surprised, buddy. The pressure of carrying a hit movie like that must be enormous."

"Not only one movie, Bob, the whole Tarzan franchise. There is so much riding on it that the slightest production delay causes a panic, and Grady is usually the one who calms things down with his rascally sense of humor. For example, he told you the story of the fake alligator."

"Ah, Alf' and Son of Alf'," Bob grinned.

"Yes and they are still shooting the scene in the pool where Tarzan wrestles it. It's so complicated, causing many headaches and frayed tempers. But Grady manages to keep the mood light. I'm sure he will tell you more of the Alf story when you next see him.

"And it's not only the studio, it's the pressure of his celebrity. He can't go anywhere without being mobbed. That's why this place is a godsend – and the tribe too. We owe so much to the tribe – it's how Grady and I met. Grady loves your company and treasures his privacy here with young Brian who is such a breath of fresh air after the life outside.

"Of course he is paid a great deal of money, as you yourself know better than anyone as you manage our finances – another thing we are grateful for. So many business managers in this town rip their clients off."

They sipped their wine and Bob looked at Mario quizzically. "You know, Mario, I love to hear you talk in that sexy accent, but you speak almost exclusively of Grady. What about you? Isn't there a Mario in here somewhere? What is your life?"

"Grady is my life, Bob," Mario smiled. "We are devoted to each other and he needs me so much. When he comes home from the studio all stressed out he finds it hard to leave his work behind and I have to soothe him and bring him back to firm ground. It is very much what Will is doing for you this week."

"I hear you, Mario. I'm only just starting to realize that all my stress was bullshit. I got things all out of proportion, thinking I had to take care of everyone. But that's the problem with caregivers, Mario. Who's gonna take care of them? They can get so involved in others they lose sight of themselves."

"Oh, I relax when I come down to your house and help Finn and Tyler with the landscaping. I love that. But ... you're right ..."

"And what about sex? I know you and Grady have a real passionate sex life but ... stop me if I'm being too personal ... but Grady loves to get fucked so much that ... that's mostly what you do, right? Aren't you ever tempted by some of the hot top men in the tribe?"

"Such as you, Bob?"

Bob chuckled. "I remember when Randy and I first met you, when you were a pool-boy in the hotel. I seem to recall that Randy fucked you good – as only he can."

"And you fucked me too, Bob. I remember that well." They sipped wine in silence. Then Mario smiled, "I am baking in this sun, amico. I need to cool off. How about a swim?"

A HAPPY SURPRISE

The two men stood up and, with no verbal prompting, took off their briefs. Their cocks were stiff and Mario shrugged and grinned, "That's nothing unusual in this house, amico. How you say ... goes with the territory?" The cold water will take care of it."

Bob watched Mario dive into the pool, the white mounds of his ass contrasting with his golden tan as his body pierced the surface of the water. Bob followed and they met underwater for a brief moment before bobbing up gasping and laughing. Bob looked into the sparkling green eyes and impulsively wrapped his hand round Mario's head and pulled him into a warm kiss."

It lasted just a few seconds before Mario pulled away and laughed, "Unhand me, you brute." He swam away and Bob thrashed after him. He pulled Mario underwater and their faces met in another grinding kiss. They broke the surface together, sputtering with laughter, and a wrestling match ensued, each one grabbing the other man's balls and ass.

Bob was the stronger of the two and manhandled Mario to the side of the pool where his chest pressed against the edge, his arms spread before him on the wooden deck. Bob pressed against his back and he was trapped. Bob wrapped his arm round Mario's neck from behind and his other hand grabbed his ass cheek under the water.

He growled in his ear, "So you're the hot stud Italian who always fucks ass, eh amico? Well I've got something to say about that." He thrust his cock in Mario's ass underwater and Mario inhaled sharply ... "Aaaah ... oh yes, I remember how that felt ... fantastico! I love to feel your cock inside me."

"Plenty more where that came from you hunky Italian. Damn you ass feels good – even underwater – especially underwater." The water splashed against the side of the pool as Bob reamed him and Mario's ass pushed back, eager to feel the whole length of the pounding shaft.

Soon Mario said, "That feels wonderful, Bob, but I want to look at you while you fuck me."

"No problema amico," Bob ginned. He pulled out and twisted him round. Mario's back was pressed against the side of the pool, his arms stretched along the edge as Bob pulled his legs out of the water and slung them over his shoulders, so his cock was pressing against his hole under the surface.

"Bellissimo," Mario sighed gazing at Bob's square-jawed face and smiling brown eyes as his cock slid slowly into his ass again. Bob wrapped his arms firmly round Mario's thighs and eased his cock in and out, deeper each time, sending ripples of water splashing over Mario's chest.

Mario's muscles flexed as he leaned back and clung to the edge of the pool while Bob held him up and ploughed his ass. But soon he said, "Dammit, a beautiful man like you deserves more than an underwater fuck, buddy. I gotta make love to you, dude." He reached forward and wrapped his hands round the back of Mario's neck. "Grab my arms."

Mario held onto Bob's biceps, Bob pulled him away from the wall and carried him to the shallow end and up the broad steps, his legs still slung over Bob's shoulders, his ass still impaled on his cock. When they reached the lawn Bob sank to his knees and gently laid Mario on his back.

Mario smiled up at him. "I feel like I'm in the movies. Every day I fuck Tarzan and now here I am with Superman's cock in my ass. Please make love to me, amico."

Massaging the Italian's ass with his cock, Bob leaned forward, braced his hands on the ground and smiled into Mario's sparkling green eyes. "You are such a sexy man, Mario. Are all Tuscans so gorgeous?"

"You should come to Tuscany and decide for yourself, Bob."

"Grady is a lucky man. Would he be upset that I'm making love to you like this?"

"He would only be upset that he was not here to watch," Mario grinned. "Kiss me please."

Bob bent down and locked his mouth over Mario's as his cock made love to his ass. On the grass under the hot sun the two naked men, their tanned bodies glistening wet, were an erotic sight – the muscular superman fucking the darkly handsome Italian, his head rolling from side to side in ecstasy.

It had come out of nowhere, a happy surprise, and it was exactly what they both needed – top man Mario yielding to an alpha male for once, and Bob releasing his stress, making love in the quiet serenity of the garden. The breeze picked up and cooled their warm bodies drying in the sun. It was one of those magical moments that could only end one way.

Bob stroked Mario's cock and said softly. "I'm going to make you cum, Mario. And when I see that beautiful body splashed with your own juice, mine will flood your ass."

"I am in your hands, amico. Do what you want with me."

They gazed at each other as Bob stroked Mario's cock while he fucked him. Mario murmured, "Bell'uomo ... love me, amico ... yes ... aaah ... aaah." He sighed deeply as cum spurted from his cock and splashed down on his heaving chest.

"Perfect, Mario. Now this is my gift to you." He pulled all the way back, paused, then drove his shaft deep inside the Italian where it erupted and filled his ass with warm juice.

They waited for their cocks to drain, then Bob pulled out and lowered himself on the cum-splashed body. Their mouths locked together and they shared the same breath back and forth. When their lips parted Bob's face fell against Mario's and they closed their eyes. They dozed for a few minutes, until ...

"Lunch is served, sir."

Bob rolled off Mario and the two men lay on their backs staring up at Will and Brian, both wearing green aprons and chef's hats.

"You're probably hungry, sir," Will said, stifling a smile. "Activity does that. So whenever you're ready, sirs. They turned and Will walked away with Brian beside him in his wheelchair. Bob turned and looked at Mario ... and they sputtered with laughter. "Another swim I think, amico, to clean ourselves off for lunch."

Bob pulled Mario up and they dived into the pool. A few minutes later they were sitting at the table under a tree in their briefs, Bob wearing his white T-shirt and Mario his linen shirt open over his chest. Will, Brian and Danny joined them ... and in the soft afternoon breeze there was not the slightest hint of tension in the air.

GRADY LETS OFF STEAM

"Did you boys see the whole thing?" Bob asked.

"It was my job to sir," Will said, innocent eyes blinking behind his owl glasses. "I have to make sure you are getting everything you want, sir."

"And it seemed to us, "Brian added, "that you definitely were getting everything you wanted ... you both were."

"I'm only sorry that Grady was not here to watch," Mario said. "He would have loved that."

"Oh we took care of that, sir."

"You what?"

Will and me. We were upstairs and we saw you dive into the pool. So I pulled this out of my saddlebag." With a flourish he produced a camera. "Darius gave several of us boys a camera ... for the archives, he said. So I filmed you in the pool, sir, and when we saw how things were going we hurried down and hid in the bushes. You were so involved in each other you didn't see us ... and we got it all. For Grady, you see."

The ensuing laughter set the tone for the afternoon where they relaxed together until Mario went in to make phone calls and the boys went to the kitchen, leaving Bob where he had begun the day, dozing on a chaise by the pool.

It was late in the afternoon when Bob became aware of heightened activity around him. Mario announced that Grady was on his way home "and it seems it was a very difficult day at the studio. He is rather tense."

The boys swung into action. Will helped Brian clear a table under a shade tree while Danny went to the kitchen and wheeled out a food cart loaded with drinks and snacks. Brian took up his position in the security room watching the monitors and when he saw the limo pull up at the gate he pressed the button to open it and said on the intercom, "Welcome home, sir."

They all watched Grady stride across the lawn, handsome as ever in baggy shorts and tank top. He tossed his backpack on the ground and walked into Mario's arms. "Damn, I need a drink."

He sank onto a chair at the table and Danny poured him a drink. It was obvious that Grady was very hyper. Mario had told Bob that he was usually wired up when he came home from the studio and it was their job to calm him down.

Bob said, "Er, maybe Will and me should make ourselves scarce, give you guys some space."

Grady grabbed his wrist. "No, Bob, please stay – all of you stay. I can be a bit of a drama queen while I'm still hyper from work and there's nothing like the support of you guys to bring me down to earth." He ruffled Brian's hair next to him. "What a day. I've been in that fucking pond for hours wrestling that fake alligator in take after take after take."

Bob smiled. "How did Alf perform, Grady? Or was it Son of Alf?"

"A nightmare," Grady grinned. "Son of Alf fell apart too – I mean he literally came unglued and they had to bring another replacement – Alf the Third. The director was going nuts and props blamed me for being too rough with Alf.

"Well, you can imagine how that went down. I said, `I'm Tarzan ... what am I supposed to do, kiss the damn alligator's ass?' I told them it wasn't me – the problem was their alligator, it was a croc of shit. You get it? Croc of shit. Not bad off the top of my head, eh?"

Laughter rang round the table. "Well, that made them all laugh and calm down. I always remember that Charles Dickens thing – Make them laugh, make them cry, make them wait.' Except I can't make them wait cos if I'm late it costs the production a fortune. That's why they insist on sending a limo for me and I rely on Brian here to get me out of the gate on time.

"Huh, if it were up to me I'd go to work on my motorbike. But they won't let me ride that either, too dangerous – their insurance wouldn't cover me. So here I am sounding off to you guys, being a total drama queen, like it's all about me, me, me!" pounding his chest. "Sorry guys."

Mario kissed him on the cheek and Brian patted his hand. As Grady let off steam Bob saw the truth of what Mario had told him earlier. The whole house revolved around Grady, providing a sanctuary for him after the stress of carrying an expensive movie production on his shoulders, broad and muscular though they were. It would be easy for Mario to lose sight of himself in all this focus on Grady and Bob was glad that he had earlier made love to Mario by the pool.

Venting to the guys about his day had helped Grady relax. "But enough about me, guys. What's been happening here while I've been cuddling Alf the croc? Come on Brian, give me all the dirt."

Brian glanced uneasily at Mario who said, "Grady, I have a confession to make. Bob was sunning himself by the pool in his speedo looking spettacolare and ...well, I was missing Tarzan so I went for Superman instead. He made love to me and fucked me, in the pool and out of it."

Grady's eyes opened wide. "No, dammit!" They all tensed for a moment. "Why didn't you wait till I got home so I could watch? I love that stuff. Wow, the hot Italian stud getting ploughed by Superman. I could a' jerked off all over you."

"All is not lost, sir," Brian grinned. He pulled his camera out of his wheelchair saddlebag and waved it in the air."

Grady's face broke into a gleaming smile. "You didn't! You did ... you got it all on video." Brian nodded happily. "Kiddo, that is why I love you to bits – plus you're so damn cute. Hey, we'll watch it after dinner and make Mario watch too. Shall we screen it in the video room or in bed?

"No, tell you what. We'll watch it in bed tonight, just the three of us, and then in a couple of days throw a party, invite all the guys up here into the screening room and run it for them. Hey, we've made a whole bunch of videos up here so we'll binge watch them, eh? Sound like a plan?"

The tension was now well and truly broken as Grady became sillier and merrier. On a more practical note Bob said, "Brian, I hope you keep all those videos in a safe place."

"Oh definitely sir. They're all in a special safe and only Grady, Mario and me have the combination."

Grady laughed, "And I've forgotten it, of course, so anytime I'm feeling horny and wanna jerk off to our own porn I have to ask Brian." He grinned roguishly. "Either that or go on the prowl to find some hunky Italian to butt-fuck me."

"Ah, I was wondering when we'd get round to that," Mario said. "While you were running off at the mouth I couldn't get a word in sideways. So how about it, Tarzan?"

"Thought you'd never ask. Let's go upstairs, dude. And I promise not to say another word." He ran his fingertips across his lips and twisted them like a lock at the corner. The lovers stood up and Mario smiled "scusi signori" to the other guys. Grady threw his arm over Mario's shoulder and they went into the house.

PROUD OF WHO WE ARE

The group began to divide up. While Mario was upstairs satisfying Grady's needs Danny and Brian went to the main kitchen to cook dinner for the lovers. After they had taken it up to the master suite Danny was to leave and go spend the night with his lover Tommy.

Brian would spend the evening and night with Grady and Mario, eating dinner and, of course, watching the video before bed.

Which left Bob and Will together. They were anticipating the arrival of Will's dad Seth who had been invited to have dinner with them – just the three of them. Bob could see how keyed up Will was at this prospect so he accompanied the boy to the smaller kitchen for moral support. Will had already planned the menu and took charge of the kitchen, allowing Bob to be his kitchen assistant, provided he wore the usual dark green apron and white chef's hat.

Will was nervously excited and talked fast. "Sir, do you think my dad will like chicken breasts? He's usually a simple steak-and-two-veg guy like Randy, but I've got this new chicken recipe, I hope he likes it. I know he'll like my rhubarb pie too `cos it's his favorite, and I've got some Glenlivet Scotch that he loves – just like Randy. But I'm not sure if ..."

"William," Bob smiled, "calm down. Seth is coming for dinner with the boy he loves so whatever you cook for him will be great."

"Yeah, I am a bit nervous, sir, `cos I was wondering if after dinner ... I mean ... do you think he'll, like, stick around and ... well, even ..."

"Chill out, Will," Bob chuckled. "You know the old phrase `go with the flow'?" Just relax, have a good time, and see what happens. Now what do you want me to do, chop vegetables?"

Once he embarked on his favorite activity, cooking, Will calmed down and worked quickly and efficiently. He was an expert self-taught chef and this meal was a labor of love. While the food cooked he told Bob what china and cutlery to load on the food cart, and drinks and appetizers.

Suddenly a gravelly voice said, "Something smells good." They looked up to see Seth, looking different from his usual scruffy self, now wearing clean blue jeans and a crisp white, dress shirt open halfway down his chest, cuffs rolled back.

Despite the smart clothes Seth could not disguise his macho roughness, with his craggily handsome face, heavily stubbled square jaw and mass of shaggy hair. It fleetingly occurred to Bob that whatever Seth wore he would always look tough and tousled, never elegant. That was why he looked so sexy. By contrast, a man like Mario always looked elegant no matter how casual his clothes – a different kind of sex appeal.

Another thing Seth couldn't disguise was his nervousness – he was even more uneasy than Will. "Hi, Bob," he said, shoving his hand out and giving Bob a formal handshake. But Bob pulled him into a man hug and said, "Great to see you Seth."

Seth turned to Will who wiped his wet hands on his apron and, for some reason, pulled off his chef's hat as if in deference to someone important. They paused uncertainly, then came together in a stiff hug. "Hey, kid. You being a good boy?"

"He's being a tower of strength for me, Seth," Bob smiled. "I couldn't have made it through this stupid breakdown of mine without his help. You raised him well."

Bob immediately bit his tongue, knowing he had said exactly the wrong thing – Seth had formerly been a horrible father, to the point of abusing his son and making him run away. But he quickly covered over his mistake and said brightly, "Great timing, Seth. You can help us take all this food up to my room. We thought we'd eat there. It's a big, airy room with a great view.

The flurry of activity helped them all get over Bob's blunder and a short while later they were in his guestroom and Will said formally. "Sirs, would you care for appetizers? Please sit over there on the couch while I set the table by the window. What would you like to drink, sirs?

"Vodka martini for me, Will, two olives," Bob said.

Seth hesitated. "Er, same for me, kid."

"Or we have Glenlivet Scotch, sir."

Seth brightened. "Yeah, that would be great, Will."

Bob and Will were both casually dressed in cargo shorts and T-shirts and Seth murmured, "I look kinda overdressed, don't I? I thought it would be ..."

"Seth you look terrific, sexy as hell. You'd look sexy no matter what you wore. Don't you think so, Will?"

Will blushed. "Yes, sir, very ..."

Bob realized that this was going to be a bit uphill as father and son seemed to be walking on eggshells. He saw Will setting the table elaborately as if for a formal dinner – the best china, separate knives and forks for each course, water and wine glasses. And Seth watched, gulping his Scotch nervously.

The trouble was that father and son were stepping out of their comfort zone trying to impress each other, which Bob found rather moving but knew it called for tact on his part. They were also trying to prove to Bob, the admired leader of the tribe, that their difficult former life was past and forgotten.

When they finally sat at table Seth looked with dismay at the array of knives and forks and Bob realized he had to intervene. The best approach, he thought, was to confront it head on. Will poured the wine and Bob raised his glass. "To the three of us ... good friends."

"God friends," the other two repeated, clinking glasses.

Bob smiled, "Guys, before we start there's something I want to say, and I hope you don't mind me being blunt. We all know of your history together and I gotta say how proud I am that you turned it all around completely, buried the rocky past and became not only a loving father and son but real good friends."

"You found your real selves after all the messiness – and that's the advice I would give you now. Just be yourselves. Our tribe is a whole mix of guys from all different backgrounds, some real messy. For instance, we have a rough and rugged gypsy as boss, ex-skinheads, an ex-street hustler, and two boys in wheelchairs, as well as a Marine captain, an elegant Italian, a movie star, an upscale doctor and his architect lover. Quite a mix.

"Even at this table we have a business executive, a construction worker and a young self-taught chef. But we should be proud of who and what we are. Our differences don't separate us, they bind us together – we're a group of men bound to each other in love. What I'm saying is, we should just be ourselves, kick back and have fun. We might say and do dumb things, but who cares? `Cos buddies do that, and we're all good buddies."

Father and son visibly relaxed and Seth said, "Thanks for saying that, Bob." He smiled at Will, curled his hand round his head and pulled him to him in a long, lingering kiss. "I've been wanting to do that since I got here."

CHASING THE ELEPHANT FROM THE ROOM

After that Will and Seth's efforts to impress each other changed from liabilities to causes for celebration. Seth loved that Will was showing off his culinary and presentation skills for him, and Will found his dad not overdressed but looking smart and sexier than ever.

When Seth's hand hovered over the table, unsure what knife and fork to use Will gaily instructed him and Seth laughed, "You'll make me into a gentleman yet, kiddo. Hell, I might leave construction work completely and apply for a white collar job in your office, Bob.

"Don't you dare, Seth," Bob grinned. "Seeing you all grungy and sweaty after work makes my dick hard, and every other dick in the place too. Anyway, guys in our office don't wear white collars. Jamie prefers board shorts and flip-flops. And besides, you're too valuable to Randy running the commercial construction site."

"Yeah, quite a change being a manager after all those years going around grubbing for casual jobs as a day laborer."

Will loved being with these two macho guys and hearing them talk. Seth praised Will's cooking and asked how he made the chicken taste so great. Will was off and running, explaining how it was the twins' secret recipe but he had added his own touches, and he gushed on about his other kitchen secrets. The men listened to him with great affection and Seth wasn't even embarrassed by the erection in his jeans as he gazed at his boy.

But that was a subject that he needed to discuss because, for him, it had become the elephant in the room. He put it off through the main course, then the rhubarb pie, until they were relaxing over coffee and brandy, whose buzz dispelled any remaining inhibitions.

"Bob, can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can, buddy. Anything at all ... shoot."

"Well, it's about me and my boy here. You know how it was in the past when I tried to force him to ... well you know. I was a real sick fuck in those days. But did you know that since I joined the tribe we've ... we've made love and ... I've fucked him? How do you feel about that?"

Bob smiled. He knew that had been on Seth's mind all the time and welcomed the chance to settle the issue once and for all. "Seth, there's a huge difference between the way you were then and now. It's simply a question of consensual sex. In the old days you tried to force yourself on Will and it scared him into running away. But now Will wants it ... I can see it written all over his face. And I'm sure that he has a boner under the table, am I right, William?

Will's freckled face blushed red and grinned, "Yes, sir."

"That's good," Seth smiled. "But how do you feel about ... well, the father/son thing?"

Bob chuckled. "Seth, my boys are adorable identical twins and from adolescence they have loved each other, in every sense of the word. That love was actually what kept them alive when they were homeless. The brothers were devoted to each other and they expressed that devotion sexually. They still do, daily. And often I'm privileged to watch them make love, even join in. My bottom line is, if it's consensual and gives both sides pleasure, go for it."

The elephant had been chased from the room. The subject had been broached and Bob had batted away any doubts or uneasiness it had caused. The smiles Seth and Will exchanged were different now. Shyness had been replaced by desire.

Will said to Bob, "Sir, me and my dad have been talking about ourselves all this time and I've neglected my job. I am supposed to be taking care of you and making sure you have everything you want. How can I do that, sir?"

"Actually," Bob smiled, "I've been thinking about that. Will, you have been so good to me in our seclusion up here and made me snap out of my gloom and depression. So I want a way to thank you and give your pleasure. And I think there's a way I can please myself and you at the same time." He paused for dramatic effect.

"Doctor Steve told me that I need to be surrounded by love while I'm recuperating – to feel it and see it – in all its forms. And there's no more powerful love than a parent for his kid. I would like to see that love, to watch how a tough rugged man expresses his love for his son."

Seth smiled at Will. "I guess that answers your question, son. It's your job to give Bob what he wants ... that is, if you want it too. It's up to us now."

PATERNAL LOVE

Bob got up from the table and sat on the couch, with one arm spread along the back and his other hand resting on the bulge in his shorts.

Seth stood up, and gave his boy a penetrating look. Will glanced at Bob who smiled at him and shrugged slightly as if to say, `this is what you've wanted all along, kiddo – go for it'.

Will's heart was pounding as he stared up at his tall, muscular dad, his swarthy chiseled features, and unruly mass of hair, his white shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, jeans clinging to his slim hips. In contrast to his darkly stubbled jaw his pale blue eyes stared hypnotically at Will who rose to his feet mesmerized.

He walked up to Seth and ran his hands under his shirt to feel the slabs of his chest. Seth took off Will's glasses, then pressed his hands on the sides of his face in a vise-like grip. He leaned forward and kissed him ravenously, probing his mouth with his tongue. When he pulled back his gravelly voice said, "OK son, Bob wants to see love. Let's show him."

Will looked down at Seth's chest, unbuttoned the shirt all the way down and pulled it out of his jeans, then pushed the shirt back over his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Stepping back he gazed in awe at the powerful construction boss stripped to the waist in beltless blue jeans.

"Is it ... is it OK to say I love you, sir?"

"You better," Seth grinned, "or I'll fuck your ass. `Course, I'm gonna do that anyway. Either way you win."

"I do love you sir. I want to show you. He came close and licked Seth's face, his eyes and lips, then his tongue rasped against the stubble on his chin. He licked down his neck, down the cleft between his pecs, then along the ridges of his razor-sharp abs. He looked up at the blue eyes staring down at him, and fell to his knees.

Will opened his mouth and pressed it over the bulge in his jeans. "Yeaah," Seth moaned, and pressed the boy's face into his crotch. When he released him Will ripped open Seth's jeans and pulled out his thick cock that pointed straight at his mouth. He eased his balls out too and licked them, moving up the whole length of the cock and made his dad groan louder by licking the hard, sensitive corona of the head. "I love your cock, sir."

"Suck it, boy," Seth growled. "Take it all the way down your throat."

Will took a few deep breaths, then lowered his face over the long shaft until his face was buried in Seth's wiry pubic hair. Using all the skills he had learned from Eddie he stopped himself from gagging, then pursed his lips and pulled all the way back.

Bob stared in awe at the young redhead on his knees before the shirtless construction boss, expertly going down and back on his cock. Seth moaned with pleasure and ran his fingers through the boy's hair until the sensation in his cock pushed him to the edge and he abruptly pulled out. He looked down at the freckled face smiling up at him, spit running down his chin.

"Was that OK, sir?"

"Damn near made me lose my load, kid. Get up ... get naked."

Will sprang to his feet and seductively pulled his shirt off slowly over his head, then unzipped his shorts and let them drop.

"Yeah, real nice. You've been working out with Randy, right?" Will nodded with a broad grin. "Turn round, let me see that ass."

He obeyed and Seth gazed in awe at the white globes of his ass. He clamped his big hands over them, then slapped them lightly, watching them bounce under the blows. "Damn, I gotta have that ass." Seth knelt behind him and buried his swarthy face between the ass cheeks, probing the hole with his tongue.

When he pulled back he said, "You wanna feels your dad's rod in your ass, boy?"

"You know I do, sir." Seth stood up, grabbed the boy round the waist, picked him up bodily and threw him on his back on the bed. Seth was like Randy – no foreplay. He knelt on the bed, spat on his cock and pushed the boy's legs back. "This is what you wanted, kiddo." He drove his cock deep in the boy's ass. Will winced in pain for a moment, then a look of total bliss spread over his face.

He gazed up at the man he had learned to love and surrendered himself body and soul to him, watching the magnificent body rise and fall above him and feeling his shaft penetrating him again and again. Seth reached down, wrapped his hands behind Will's head and pulled his back off the bed, still ploughing his ass.

"Damn you look hot, kid, and I'm so fucking close. Hey Bob, you wanna help me out with my boy here – grab a piece of the action?" He pulled out, flipped the boy over and made him kneel on all fours. Again he thrust his rod in his ass while Bob knelt on the bed in front of Will and pulled his face up by the hair. He smiled, "You wanna get spit roasted by your dad and me?"

Will's eyes sparkled. "Yes please, sir."

And so that's what he got ... fucked in the ass by his dad and in the face by the leader of the tribe. He was in hog heaven. Seth and Bob grinned at each other across Will's back, pleased to be working together on the boy they both loved. They controlled their urge to cum as long as they could until finally Seth said, "I'm so fucking close. OK Bob, let's give the boy what he deserves."

Seth pulled out and stood on the bed, and Bob followed his cue. Seth hooked his foot under Will and flipped him onto his back. "Jack off, kid. We're gonna make you shoot a fucking load."

Will stroked his cock as ordered, gazing up in awe at the two naked muscle-gods towering over him and pounding their cocks. He knew what was coming and braced himself. Pretty soon he saw the men tense, saw their muscles flex and heard their howls as semen spurted from their cocks and splashed down on his body and face and into his mouth.

He felt he was drowning in cum as he pounded his cock and added his own juice to the torrent pouring over him. When they were all drained Will was laughing with joy and the men flopped down beside him.

"You think we showed him, kiddo?" Seth grinned. "You think we showed him what love's like between a man and his boy."

"I can answer that," Bob said. "You were sensational – blew me away. And Seth, there's no question of you going home tonight. You're sleeping here with your boy and me."

And so Will had got his wish and slept all night between his dad and Bob, a smile of total satisfaction on his freckled face."

WHAT NEXT?

Seth left for work early next morning, after warm hugs with the drowsy Bob and Will. Soon Bob and Will were sipping coffee in bed running over last night and talking about what came next. "I'm feeling a whole lot better, Will and I think it's about time I started taking a few steps back into the real world.

"I need to make amends to some of the guys. Brandon for instance. I just can't get over how I made that sweet kid cry. I know Pete was mad as hell about the way I spoke to his boy and rightly so. I gotta make things right with them. Actually I was expecting to see Brandon up here. He visits his boyfriend Brian all the time doesn't he?"

"Well, sir, Brian told me that Brandon is staying away while we're here `cos he's afraid he'll be one of the triggers that remind you of all the problems you had, him working in the office and all. He doesn't wanna risk hurting you?"

"No!" Bob said in alarm. "You mean I'm keeping those two boys apart. No, I can't have that. How about we invite Ranger Pete and his boy Brandon up here for a meal and a visit, and let me make amends to Pete for the way I treated his kid?"

"Fine with me, sir, I'll cook for you all, no problem. But don't you think you should run it by Doctor Steve first?

Bob called him right away and Steve was encouraging. "I'd say you're ready to slowly reconnect with the guys, little by little. I don't want you to go straight from isolation to the raucous group welcome you're bound to get at the house. Pete and Brandon sound just right as a first step.

"See, I know this ritual all you guys go through that if anyone gets out of line and harms one of the boys he has to face the boy's master and pay the price. If anyone's gonna do that I'd prefer it be strong, level-headed Pete. He's tough and protective but not a hothead like some of the others I could mention, your own gypsy lover being one of them, Bob.

"Maybe you should ask the twins to join you up there too, to take a load off Will by helping him in the kitchen. Surround yourself with your family, Bob. Easy first steps."

Will had been listening on the speakerphone and after he hung up Bob said, "So what d'ya think, kiddo? You have to agree `cos you're my caregiver after all."

"Sounds like a plan, sir. Be good to see Ranger Pete again, we don't see enough of him. And I know Grady likes him. Brian told me that Grady always had the hots for the Ranger. You never know, but ... Well, like you said earlier, sir, we should just go with the flow – relax, have a good time, and see what happens."

"Good advice, kid. Well it should be," Bob chuckled, "coming from me."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 474

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