A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 479 By Rob Williams
Chapter 479 – "A NEW KID ON THE BLOCK"
IN THIS CHAPTER:
It seems that the tribe may be getting two new guys. Darius has decided that he wants a boy of his own. And in the office Brandon wants to hire an assistant. The applicant is a shy 19-year-old Thai boy and prospects look good until the boy stumbles across Darius making love to Pablo. Horrified he says, "No ... I gotta go ... I can't work here after what I saw. Just let me go and don't anyone touch me." ___________________________________________________________________
IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER
The handsome fireman Jason had let his narcissism get out of control – to the exclusion of his boy, the young gypsy Ben. Jason was so enamored of his own mirror image that he unthinkingly shut Ben out of his life for a while.
But a wild therapy session with the therapist Doc Steve, that included a three-way orgy of muscle-worship, made him realize the hollowness of vanity and self-love. As Steve had put it. "Jason, I guarantee that at the end of this you will be so tired of muscles, superficial beauty and your own mirror image that you will long for the beauty of innocence, the blush on a shy gypsy face and the look of love in a pair of young dark eyes."
He was referring to Ben, of course, and he was right, as Jason said, "Steve, that's exactly what I want. I've treated that kid so badly, and I'm so lucky to have him. He loves me, doc, and I was too damned in love with myself to notice. "Fuck, Steve I want him so bad. I love the kid. And that's the reality, doc, not just some fantasy about muscles and macho posing in a mirror."
Ben had meanwhile taken refuge at the Palm Springs home of Uncle Mike, and now Jason raced out there to reconcile with him. Ben was thrilled to see him, especially when Jason explained his plan. "You ever been fishing, kiddo?" He took Ben out to his truck and showed him a small rowboat stowed in the back.
"There's a small lake way up in the Angeles National Forest. It's a magical place, hidden and remote so a guy can be alone there. Randy lent me this boat and Will packed up a whole bunch of food and a small hibachi for us to cook fish on. I grabbed some of your clothes and threw them in the truck too, so we're all set. A few days up at the lake, you and me, is just what we need. Hell, men take their boys fishing all the time – it's a guy thing. What do you say, kiddo?"
Ben was over the moon and a couple of hours later they were bumping down a small dirt trail that ended at the lake. They parked behind the beach and Jason held Ben's hand as they walked down to the water's edge. It was late afternoon and the sun was still high, its light glittering on the placid water. "It is magical, sir. I can feel it, can't you?"
They went for a swim and when they got back to the beach, wet and naked, the inevitable happened, and they made endless love on a blanket. Ben could have stayed there forever but Jason said they had to catch their dinner.
"See, that's one of the things when a man takes his boy fishing. They're supposed to catch fish. The general idea is we fuck, we fish, and fuck again. So we fucked, and now it's time to go boating, young Ben."
They dragged the boat across the sand and into the shallow water where Jason jumped in and grabbed the oars. The boat drifted away from shore and Ben yelled, "Hey, wait for me, sir."
"Wade out ... quick," Jason shouted and held out an oar for Ben to grab onto. Jason pulled the oar on board and then, in an untidy heap, Ben. He fell on top of Jason and as they disentangled themselves on the bottom of the boat Jason groaned, "This has not begun well, kiddo. We're more like a comedy team than fishermen. Now let's try to get our act together."
Ben was giggling but in a few minutes order was restored. Jason bated their hooks and they cast their lines out. The setting was idyllic. The sun was sinking low and its golden rays set the still waters on fire. The breeze had dropped and the only sound was the water lapping gently against the boat. Pretty soon the boat rocked and Ben said, "What's that ...what was that?"
"A fish ... we hooked a fish. Remember what I said, kid – we fuck, we fish and fuck again. We gotta get a system going here, like firemen do."
"We're not fighting fires here, sir."
"You speak for yourself, kid. I got a fire burning down in my groin that you can take care of later. But right now I'm gonna show you how to land a fish."
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THE FIREMAN & HIS BOY – FROM TOP TO BOTTOM
Out in the middle of the small lake the man was teaching his boy how to fish. They had just got their first bite and Jason instructed Ben how to reel it in. Three more catches later they rowed for the shore and set up the small hibachi on the secluded beach to cook dinner.
They had never bonded quite like this before – master and boy, buddies, lovers – and Ben said he was "floating with happiness".
It was quite a feast as Ben set out some of the food the young chef Will had packed for them. They had two trout apiece and when the meal was over they stretched out on the blanket. Ben rested his head on Jason's outstretched arm and they gazed up at the sky where the post-sunset turquoise and gold was fast deepening into indigo and the first stars appeared."
"Cool, eh, kiddo?" Jason smiled. "You ever made love under the stars?"
"Not that I can remember, sir. But now you mention it, er, that fire you said you had in your groin. Is it still burning, sir?"
"Hey, picture it, kid. There's a horny fireman lying naked by a magical lake with a beautiful, sexy young gypsy boy next to him resting his head on him. The sun has set and the stars are coming out. What do you think, kid? Does the fireman have a hard-on or what?"
"Well, sir, the fireman did say earlier that the plan was to fuck, then fish, then fuck again. OK, so the fireman did fuck the boy, then they went fishing, and so ... Yes, sir, I would say chances are the fireman has a roaring hard on. Does he want his gypsy boy to take care of that, sir?"
Jason grinned, "As you're so good at doing the math, kiddo, what do you think?"
In response Ben shuffled down on the blanket until he was facing the long shaft standing up hard and proud. He licked it, then clamped his mouth over it and lowered his face until his nose was buried in Jason's curly blond pubic hair. Using the techniques he had learned from the expert – his pal Eddie – he worked on the cock and soon had the naked fireman groaning and racing to his climax.
But suddenly he pulled Ben's head up by the hair and his cock slid out of his mouth. "Wait a minute, kiddo. I don't wanna cum like that. There's something I wanna say to you first."
Ben pulled himself back up the blanket and they faced each other propped on their elbows. "Ben, you know Mark and Jamie ... how would you describe their relationship?"
"Hmm," Ben frowned. "Well they are master and boy, of course, but they act more like ... like buddies if you know what I mean. `Course, the cop still fucks Jamie as soon as he gets off work, but somehow they're more like equals than top and bottom."
"Exactly right, kid, and I'd like us to work up to something like that. The thing is, I think you still see yourself as this shy young junior boy working as assistant mechanic to a senior boy, Pablo. But when you get your new job – in charge of all the tribe's personal trucks, cars and motorbikes – you'll be a big man at the compound. Added to that, you're not only my boy, you are Randy's kid brother. That makes you real special. `Course, you're already special to me ... so now I want you to do something for me."
"Yes, sir?" Ben said, not quite sure where all this was headed.
"I want you to fuck me, Ben. Just like Jamie sometimes fucks Mark."
Suddenly it was clear to Ben. It was an idea that would have scared him before, but now that he was sure of Jason's love for him it all seemed kind of natural – still a bit scary but something that excited him.
He got up on his knees and stared down at Jason. "You mean right now, sir?"
"Kid, you just sucked my dick but we stopped just before I shot my load. So you can't leave me hanging out to dry here. Yeah, I mean right now, buddy."
Encouraged by Jason's gleaming smile (and the way he called him `buddy') Ben knelt between his legs, pushed them back and looked at his ass, with downy blond fuzz round the hole. Ben had been hard ever since dinner and now he eased forward and pressed the head of his cock against the hole.
Jason spread his arms up and flexed his biceps to turn Ben on even more. But it had the reverse effect ... Ben lost his erection. It was partly the fear of not being able to satisfy this macho muscle-jock, but partly seeing Jason's effort to turn him on, falling back on the old act of flexing his muscles. It didn't seem natural, didn't match his earlier words that they were equal.
Ben blushed deep red and Jason winced. "Ah, sorry, Ben. I shouldn't a' done that. That's the old me, flexing to turn myself on and everyone else. Don't look at my body, kiddo, look at my eyes. And fuck me just because you love me."
That helped Ben relax. Yeah, he could do that – because he loved Jason so much. His cock came back to life and he managed a smile. Tentatively he pressed the head against the soft blond hair ... and in over the sphincter. He gasped as he felt the heat of his master's ass and Jason said, "Don't cum, kiddo. Not yet. I wanna feel my hot young gypsy fucking my ass."
"Okey-dokey, sir," Ben said as his inhibitions slipped away and they grinned at each other – buddies, one fucking the other as buddies do. He pushed in deeper and Jason's eyes opened wide staring up at Ben. "Does it feel OK, sir? Am I doing it right?"
"Feels incredible, dude. But you're the top man ... you're in charge ... you do whatever you want, however you want."
Ben knew what he wanted. So far they had made gentle, tender love, but Ben was feeling empowered and wanted to watch Jason really get fucked. So he drove in harder and faster, and the more he jackhammered his master the more his confidence soared – and the more Jason loved it. "Yeah, pound that ass, man ... shove that rod in deep ... damn that's hot."
Feeling the heat of Jason's ass gripping his cock was a new sensation for Ben. Now it wasn't just the eyes, it was the whole package – the handsome face wincing with each thrust and the spectacular naked body writhing beneath him. Copying the things Jason had done to him, Ben leaned forward and pressed Jason's wrists to the blanket as his cock pistoned inside him.
The young gypsy's blue eyes gazed down at him and reminded Jason of his big brother Randy who fucked a man with his laser blue eyes and his massive dick. The fact that this was a younger version, and his own boy, made the sensation even sexier. Jason struggled and pleaded, "Let me touch you, man, you look so fucking hot."
Ben released his hands and Jason reached up to Ben's chest and shoulders that rose and fell above him as his cock pounded inside him. "Hell, you're gonna make me cum, dude," Jason groaned, but Ben shot back, "You'll cum when I give you permission, man. I'm in charge now."
They were both startled to hear the words come out of Ben's mouth ... and they sputtered with laughter. "Damn," Jason said, "you really are Randy's brother, you're scaring me, dude. OK, I give up. Please let me cum, sir, I'm so close."
Ben wrapped a hand round Jason's cock and stroked it in time to his pile-driving fuck. Despite his bravado Ben knew he himself could not hold back as he gazed down at the naked fireman, moaning in ecstasy.
Their laughter had lightened the mood back from raw lust to man/boy love, and as their sparkling eyes met Ben said, more gently, "OK, sir, you can cum now ... please ... `cos I'm gonna shoot inside you. Fuck, it feels so good ... I'm gonna shoot ... here it comes sir ..." He pounded Jason's ass and his cock at the same time and watched in awe as the naked jock blasted semen over his ripped abs, while Ben's cock erupted deep inside his master's ass.
As their cocks drained Jason flashed a dazzling smile up at Ben, who broke into peals of laughter. Jason had never loved his boy more than he did at this moment. "Come here, tiger." He pulled Ben down on top of him and wrapped his arms round him. "Damn that was hot. You're a natural top man – must be that gypsy blood you share with your brother."
Ben laid his head and Jason's chest, frowning in thought, then said, "But sir, I can still call you sir, can't I? I mean, I'm still your boy aren't I – except when I'm fucking you?"
"Kiddo, you're my boy even when you're fucking me. That's what makes it so great. We got a lot of stuff to explore, us two, and this is the perfect place to do it. We're gonna have a blast."
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EDDIE SPILLS ALL THE GOSSIP
And so the two latest dramas in the tribe had ended peacefully and brought the participants closer than ever. Both events had explored the balance of power between men. Hassan and Adam had discovered that that the roles of top and bottom were interchangeable between equally macho alpha-males like themselves. Jason and Ben too had flipped roles, though they remained definitely master and boy to the total satisfaction of both.
Someone who had followed both dramas from afar was Eddie, the over-eager, ever-voluble observer and town-crier of the tribe. Unable to control his curiosity he called Ben the next morning and got all the scoop on his joyful reconciliation with Jason.
Eddie interjected with awestruck retorts ... "wow" ... "no kidding" ... "damn" ... "unreal, dude." But inevitably his own stream of consciousness took over in his familiar machine-gun delivery. "Dude, we haven't exactly been sitting back and picking our noses here in town either. You will not believe ..." He was off and running.
"To start with, Darius let slip that he was looking for a boy of his own – like Pablo has his own boy Tyler. You know Darius and Pablo have always been competitive, even though they are lovers who fuck all the time ... well, I mean, that monster black dick and Pablo's perfect ass, it's only natural ... but I digress ... it's easy to get sidetracked by a monster dick like that ... I'd sure like to chow down on that, and ..."
"Eddie ..." Ben cut in.
"Yeah OK, cut to the chase ... I know, right?" Eddie laughed, and got back on track. Anyway, Darius will probably find some young black dude who's having a rough life and reminds him of himself when he was that age, just like Darius reminded Zack of himself, which is why he made him his boy."
Brandon broke in. "So is that it, Eddie? Darius is looking for a black kid to become his boy ... is that all you got?"
"No, smarty-pants that is not all I got. You think you're the only one with a good story just `cos you got to fuck the most gorgeous fireman in creation."
"OK, so what do you got, dude? I gotta get back to taking care of my fireman here."
"OK then get this ... It looks like there's gonna be another new kid on the block soon – a boy for none other than ... wait for it ... drumroll, please ... our best buddy Brandon."
"Brandon's getting a boy?!"
"Well not a boy as such. But Bob has been on at Jamie and Brandon in the office, saying they are overworked and Brandon has to get an assistant for the bookkeeping. I mean, I try to help them out when I can, but I'm the house manager so bookkeeping is a bit below my pay grade, if you get my drift. So anyway they've been looking for someone and they've come across this kid working part-time for the stationers they use. And guess what ..."
"Haven't a clue, Eddie."
"The kid is ... a Thai boy ... you know, from Thailand. I mean who even knows where that is? Somewhere near China I think, geography was never my strong subject at school. Actually I didn't have any strong subject at school. Now if they'd had a class in cocksucking I'd have aced that one. Damn, I could a' taught the class. OK, focus, Eddie ... so back to the Thai boy. They haven't interviewed him yet but Brandon told me he's a real possibility. So how about that piece o' news, eh?"
"Sounds great if it helps Brandon," Ben said. "He spends way too much time in that office."
Eddie cranked it up again, "Oh, and Randy and Bob have been fucking a lot as usual and as ..."
"Eddie ..."
"... as for Zack and Miguel, man I'd love to be a fly on that wall ..."
"Eddie ... Eddie ... Dude, I don't wanna cut you off but me and Jason were just gonna take the boat out again and just sorta hang out in the middle of the lake, so I gotta go, dude. You don't want me to miss the boat do you?"
"OK, got the picture dude. But as stuff develops I'll keep you posted. Can't wait for you to get back. Give your fireman a big wet kiss for me. As Mario would say, `ciao bambino."
Ben shut off the phone with a big sigh and looked at Jason whose face creased in a smile. "Alone at last," he chuckled. "OK, kid, let's push the boat out ... in more ways than one."
BRANDON & THE THAI BOY
Amid all of Eddie's melodramatic rant as he breathlessly spilled the news from home, he did get several basic facts right. Darius and Zack had had an intense conversation on Darius's desire for a boy of his own ... Bob had had serious discussions with Jamie and Brandon about hiring an assistant ... and of course Darius did indeed have a demonstrably huge cock. All those things were true.
In the office Brandon had told Jamie and Bob of a boy he usually dealt with at the stationery store where they got their supplies. "Every time we've talked he's struck me as real bright, and kinda wasted as a clerk selling ink cartridges and working the copy machine. He only works part-time and hardly makes ends meet, he said, so he's looking for what he calls a proper job.
"I don't know much else about him except he's originally from Thailand and lives alone. I don't even know what his skills are but ... I dunno, I had a kind of feeling about him. Maybe I'm jumping the gun."
"Not necessarily, Brandon," Bob said. "You have what's called a gut feeling. I've hired many guys in my time and I've often relied on my gut instinct rather than the résumé in front of me. It wouldn't do any harm to call him in for an interview.
"And Jamie, I'd rather leave that to you and Brandon – I trust your instincts and you'll be the guys working with him after all. I would drop in at the end to see how things are going. The wage you've suggested seems about right – we always pay slightly over market to get the best guys and keep them happy."
"Is he cute?" Jamie grinned.
Brandon winced but Bob said, "It's a fair question, Brandon. There's always a danger we hire someone just based on their looks, because we find them sexy."
"Oh I would never do that, sir. But yeah ... I guess he's nice looking ... you know, black hair and eyebrows, those dark almond-shaped eyes that Thai boys have. A bit skinny, couldn't see what his body's like and he didn't ever mention the gym. I don't even know if he likes guys in that way – I doubt it `cos I think he mentioned a girlfriend."
"OK, well we can't go any further until you interview him, so go for it, guys. And good luck."
THE JOB INTERVIEW
Brandon called the boy at his store, told him they were hiring and arranged an interview for the next afternoon. When he showed up Jamie and Brandon were moved by the fact that he had dressed up for the interview – smart black slacks and shoes, a crisp white dress shirt and red tie. He was obviously very nervous as he put down his backpack. His normally perfect English faltered and his Thai accent became more pronounced.
Jamie gave him a warm, welcoming smile and invited him to take a seat. Brandon said, "You know I have a confession to make. You did tell me your name but it was so unfamiliar I forgot it. Tell me again."
"Yes, sir. My Thai name is Ruang-Rit but in America people mostly call me Ryan. Sorry, sir, if that's a complicated answer."
Jamie chuckled, "Well, we'll keep it simple and stick to Ryan if that's OK. So tell us a little about your background, Ryan, and what work you've done." Ryan loosened up a bit as he talked about his past. His parents had died in an accident when he was six years old and he was raised in an orphanage in Thailand. "When I got older I left the orphanage and did all kinds of jobs but ..." he blushed deeply and faltered.
"Why did you leave and come to America, Ryan?"
"Er, well a lot of my friends, they made money by working for ... I mean, a lot of foreign tourists come to Thailand and men are looking for ..."
"You mean sex tourism," Jamie said. "Yeah I've heard a lot of that goes on there."
"But I swear I didn't do anything like that, I didn't want to, I couldn't. It frightened me – I just wanted to get away. I had a cousin who had gone to live in California and he paid my fare to come here when I was fourteen. He had a business importing stuff from Thailand and I helped him with his computer system – I've always been a computer nerd, sir. He had been hacked, so I put all that right and updated his server and set up a payroll system for him."
Jamie chuckled, "Yeah, they say that if you have computer problems always ask a fourteen-year old and he'll fix it. Me – well let's just say I'm better on a surfboard than a keyboard. How old are you now, Ryan?"
"Nineteen, sir. My cousin moved to Florida with his wife so I got a small place of my own and a part-time job at the stationery store. They won't give me full-time `cos they say I'm too shy with customers. Like I said, I'm kind of a nerd and spend a lot of time on my own with my computer."
"Friends? A girlfriend maybe?"
"I'm pretty much a loner, sir. I had a girlfriend in Thailand for a while but ..." he blushed ... "only for a while."
Jamie handed off to Brandon who said, "What we really need is more computer savvy around here Ryan. For instance, we contract out our payroll to a company but their service is real slow."
"Oh no, sir, you should bring payroll in-house. That's much faster and safer too. I could handle that, sir, easy. I did it for my cousin and it worked great. Can I show you?"
Brandon let Ryan sit at his computer and watched in awe as he raced through the various payroll programs available. "See, this one is the best, does everything for you – salaried, hourly, payroll taxes, everything. It would free you and Jamie up for more important things. "
Brandon's shining eyes looked up eagerly at Jamie who nodded his agreement and said, "Ryan, would you be free to spend another hour or so here in the office? It's the best way for all of us to get a feel for whether you would like the work and be happy working with us."
"Yes, sir, I could do that. I had finished at the store so I'm free for the rest of the day."
Then came a sudden interruption. The door crashed open and Darius charged in, fresh from the construction site, shirtless as always in black jeans and boots. "Hey, guys, how's it hangin'? I ... oh shit sorry, I interrupted something, charging in like a big ol' bull. But I got off work early and Randy asked me to drop off these changes he made to that new budget you're working on." Darius pulled a bunch of papers from his back pocket and threw them on the desk.
"Thanks, dude, we were waiting for those. Er, Darius, we'd like you to meet Ryan who we're interviewing for the job as office assistant. Ryan, this is Darius."
Ryan had been staring in stunned silence at the shirtless muscular young black man with the beaming smile, and he now shot to his feet. "H ... hello, sir."
"Hey, kid, welcome to Crazy Town. Good luck with all that computer shit. And don't let these two guys bully you. They give you any grief you come and find me and I'll keep them in line." He laughingly raised his fists in a few shadow-boxing moves.
Ryan gulped and managed to stammer, "Thank you sir."
"Good luck with the interview, kid. Guys, I gotta get back upstairs. Pablo's waiting for me." He ruffled Ryan's thick black hair and strode out. Jamie smiled, "Darius is a foreman on the construction site and lives upstairs across the garden there with Zack and Pablo and a bunch of guys. Don't let the macho act fool you, he's a great guy and very protective of the boys."
Ryan still seemed to be in a state of shock and Brandon gently asked him to sit down again. "Ryan, one thing I should explain is that this place is a big compound with several houses and apartments and ... and all the residents are guys. If that would make you feel uncomfortable, tell me ..."
"I ... I don't think it would, sir," the boy said shyly. "I'd be in the office all the time, wouldn't I?"
Jamie and Brandon looked at each other again and Jamie said, "Ryan, Brandon and I would like to discuss this together for a few minutes so if you wouldn't mind waiting outside we'll call you back in and we can get started on the computer. There's a bench on the lawn out there."
Ryan stood up clumsily and managed to knock the papers Darius had brought in off the desk and onto the floor. "Oh, I'm very sorry, sir, I ..."
"No problem, dude," Jamie said and he bent down to pick up the papers. "Oh, shit, look at this. Darius must've pulled it out of his pocket with the papers – his wallet. He'll panic as soon as he misses it so, er ... tell you what, Ryan, while we're having our chat why don't you run it upstairs and return it to him. It's just up those stairs there across the lawn, you can't miss it."
"Of course, sir." The boy was pleased to have something to do rather than sit on the bench like an applicant waiting to learn his fate. So he took the wallet and left the office.
Jamie said, "So what do you think, buddy. Is he the one?"
"I have a good feeling about him, Jamie, and a computer nerd is exactly what we need here – that stuff about payroll and all. It would stop me cursing at the computer all the time. `Course, he's real shy, but he seems like a nice kid." Brandon grinned. "Dunno what he made of Darius, though. You see how stunned he looked, how his jaw sagged?"
"I know, right?" Jamie chuckled. "That's the only thing that concerns me, how he'll react when he meets the other guys. Could be a bit overwhelming. He's already been frightened off by that sex tourism thing, couldn't wait to get away from it. There doesn't seem to be a girlfriend in the picture right now though. But we're jumping ahead of ourselves. Let's just see how it works out."
They were to find that out much sooner than they imagined.
THE NEW BOY GETS A SHOCK
Ryan went up the stairs Jamie had indicated and saw that the front door to the apartment was open. He wasn't sure whether to knock or just go in and leave the wallet somewhere. He went in hesitantly and wondered where he should leave it. But Jamie had said Darius would panic when he looked for his wallet, and when Ryan heard Darius's muffled voice coming from the next room he decided he should hand it to him personally.
The door to the next room was also ajar and he was about to push it open when he heard Darius say, "Damnit, all day at work I've had a fucking boner thinking about that ass. I'm horny as a fucking toad so brace yourself dude."
Ryan's impulse was to back away and run out, but something made him peek round the door and what he saw both appalled him and kept him rooted to the spot. On the bed a muscular dark-haired guy was kneeling, completely naked, leaning forward, his hands gripping the rail of the headboard.
But it was the other guy, that guy Darius, that he couldn't take his eyes off. He was still bare-chested and now he was ripping open his jeans. He pushed them down and Ryan saw first his black, wiry pubic hair and then his cock, revealed inch by inch by inch. Finally it sprang out and Ryan stifled a gasp. He had never seen anything like it ... a massively long, thick black cock that Darius held in his hand and spat on.
Ryan recalled the boys in Thailand boasting of what they let the tourists do to them for money. That had disgusted him and made him eventually run away but now he found he couldn't run away. Surely this Darius was not going to ... why didn't the other guy fight back? He was a big rugged guy too, not like those delicate Thai boys, so why didn't he fight back? That question was soon answered.
"Come on, man, shove that thing up my butt. I've been wanting that hunk of prime beef all day."
The man wanted it? But how could he ...? Ryan flinched as Darius slapped the man's ass from side to side and he saw the white globes bounce under the blows. "Just warming you up, dude," Darius said, flashing a gleaming smile that lit up the ruggedly handsome face. They were looking at each other in a big wall mirror behind the head of the bed. "Dammit, Pablo, how do you stay so fucking sexy ... hotter every time I look at you ... and that primo ass."
"So cut the crap and fuck, it asshole. I need it real bad."
So this was the Pablo that Darius had mentioned in the office, the guy who was waiting for him. Were they ... boyfriends, or what? Confused, Ryan watched Darius kneel on the bed behind his friend and grab his waist. The tip of his cock was pressing against his ass and he said, "No rough stuff this time, eh dude? Well not much ... we'll take it nice and slow. Like this ..."
Ryan watched in disbelief as the long black shaft slowly disappeared into Pablo's ass inch by inch. Surely the guy would make him stop. He looked tough but he couldn't take this monster all the way inside him, could he? Must be at least ten inches. Pablo was moaning in a way Ryan had never heard before – sounded like pain but pleasure too. He looked at the mirror and said, "Yeah, all the way, you big black mother-fucker ... let me feel it."
At last Darius's black pubic hair was pressing against the white ass and Darius grinned. "Feel that, kiddo? Your ass is plugged full of your buddy's big schlong. Ah, to hell with that `nice and easy' bullshit. I know you – you need a bit of rough, man." His cock pulled almost all the way out, paused, then drove savagely back in. Pablo's head flew back and he howled and gripped the bar hard as his ass was impaled on the rod that pistoned inside him.
Ryan turned his head away ... he couldn't watch ... he had to get away. But suddenly he heard Pablo shout "Yeah, give it to me, stud ... pound that ass ... harder, man ... that all you got?"
He was asking for more! Ryan looked again and focused this time on the rugged young construction worker, his coffee-colored skin, his handsome face, buzz-cut hair and amazing green eyes. As he pounded ass his muscles gleamed with sweat, veins bulging on his muscular arms, shoulders and chest and his solid eight-pack abs. Ryan had never seen a man like this, and certainly never watched a man do what he was doing to his friend.
Suddenly Pablo reared back from the headboard, knelt upright and grabbed his own cock. He stared at himself in the mirror and at the smiling face over his shoulder as Darius wrapped his arm round his neck from behind and pressed the crook of his elbow against his throat. "No escape now, big guy. You're trapped, I win. I can rip your ass with my cock or choke you with my arm – or both. Only one way to escape, boy, and you know what that is."
Ryan had a wild impulse to rush in and save Pablo from this crazed man, until he saw Pablo stroke his cock, then pound it frantically in his fist. "OK, man, you win ... I give up ... finish me off ... spill that load in my ass."
Ryan was spellbound watching Pablo pound his cock as Darius drove into his ass and yelled, "Here it comes, dude ... I'm gonna cum ... fuck ... yeah." The two men howled as Darius drove deep one last time and blasted his load inside him while Pablo sprayed a stream of cum all over the bed."
Darius released Pablo and pulled out of his ass and Pablo stayed on his knees while Darius stood up and faced him, grabbing his hair and holding his face up. To Ryan Darius looked like a naked black warrior towering in triumph over the man he had beaten. His ebony body gleamed with sweat as he pounded his cock in his fist and yelled, "Here comes the rest, dude ... open up ..." Pablo's jaw sagged open and Darius pumped the last of his semen down on his handsome face and into his mouth.
Ryan was in a trance watching semen spurt from the massive cock and Pablo swallow it ... It was like a dream ... or a nightmare. He blinked, shook his head and suddenly the reality crashed in on him. What was he doing here watching one man spray sperm on another? He had never seen anything like it – it was repellent – and he felt ashamed, consumed with guilt. Blushing deeply he turned and staggered away from the door.
At least they hadn't seen him, so nobody needed to know. But he had to get away, to leave this place. He dropped Darius's wallet on a table as he stumbled across the room and almost fell as he ran down the stairs. Now all he had to do was get his backpack and leave.
ENTER BOB
Ryan stumbled into the office and bumped into Jamie. Jamie caught his arm to steady him and said, "We were wondering what kept you so long up there ..." But Ryan yanked his arm away. "Don't touch me ... I gotta go ... I can't work here after what I saw. Just let me go and don't anyone touch me."
He grabbed his backpack and lunged for the door – just as Bob walked in. "Hey, hello there. You must be the guy here for the interview." He gently laid his hands on Ryan's shoulders and smiled down at him. But again Ryan pulled away – "Don't touch me, any of you ..."
Bob stepped back and held his hands in the air. "OK," he smiled ... "look no hands. My name is Bob, what's yours young man?"
Soothed a little by Bob's gentle voice and his warm smile the boy mumbled. "Ruang-Rit, sir."
"Better known as Ryan," Brandon added anxiously.
"Right," Bob smiled. "Well of course you can go if you want to, Ryan, but before you leave, won't you sit down for a minute and tell me what upset you so much?" Ryan perched nervously on the edge of a chair ready to flee, and Bob calmly asked, "Can anyone tell me what's going on?"
"Sir, it was my fault," Jamie said. "The interview was going well and Darius came in with some papers from Randy. But he had dropped his wallet on the floor here so, as I needed to consult with Brandon, I asked Ryan to go upstairs and return the wallet to him. I forgot that Darius said he was going up to see Pablo so Ryan must have seen ..."
"Ah, I understand perfectly," Bob smiled and sat down facing Ryan. He went to touch his hands but pulled back when Ryan flinched. "Sorry," Bob smiled, "I forgot. Ryan, before you leave us I just want to say how sorry I am that you saw something that frightened you. That was unforgivable of us and I apologize on everyone's behalf.
"I am one of the two leaders of our little family here, and I assure you that no boy has even been forced to do anything he doesn't want to, and no boy ever will. It's one of our basic rules. So of course you are free to leave, but before you do I would like to know what you thought of the job prospect you came here for. Jamie said the interview went well."
Ryan frowned, but he instinctively trusted this handsome, gentle man. "Yes, sir, I liked the idea of working here, I liked Jamie and Brandon, sir, I liked everything until ..." He blushed and tears came to his eyes.
"Oh dear, such a pity," Bob sighed. "I hate to see a chance like this go to waste, a chance for all of us. You see, it's more than just any old job. We like to think we're all friends, like a family. But it's only fair you know the whole story ...
"There are lots of men live here, some of whom work for our construction company. There are men and boys ... well, young men actually as they are all over eighteen. And ... this may be hard for you to understand ... but we all love each other. Most of the men have their own boys whom they love and protect."
Ryan frowned. "Like, a cult sir? Where you recruit people?"
Bob laughed. "No, Ryan, not a cult and we never recruit anyone. We call it a tribe."
His expression turned serious. "I realize that's a lot for you to take in and unfortunately you witnessed a rather extreme example of two men, Darius and Pablo, expressing their love for each other. I understand what a shock that must have been and, once again, I apologize. But I hope I have helped a little bit to explain the company you might have worked for. So there it is."
With another gentle smile Bob stood up and held out his hand. "At least will you shake my hand before you leave, Ryan?"
Ryan stood up, shook Bob's hand and gazed into his warm brown eyes. "Thank you, sir ... thank you, I ..." He slung his backpack over his shoulder and hesitated. Bob glanced at Jamie and Brandon who waited expectantly. "Er, Ryan ... do you have dinner plans this evening?"
"I'm going home, sir, and prob'ly make myself an omelet – with lots of Thai ingredients."
"Hm, that sounds hot." Bob's face crinkled in a smile. "Sorry that didn't come out right ... by hot I meant spicy. Thai food is often too spicy for me."
"Oh it doesn't have to be, sir. Living here I've learned to tone it down to American tastes."
"Hm, I wish you could teach our chefs some of that. We have three chefs – identical twins Kyle and Kevin – they are my boys – and their boy named Will. I would love to vary the menus here so maybe, even if you're not working for us, you could drop by and give them lessons.
"Anyway, that's not why I asked. I was just wondering if you would care to join us for dinner. All the guys eat together out there at that long table by the pool. I understand if you don't want to, but it would be a way to help me prove that we're not a bunch of weirdos and monsters. Of course, you have my word that no-one would touch you, and you can sit between Brandon and Jamie and talk to them. And any time you want to get up and leave of course you can."
He cocked his head questioningly and Ryan looked uncertainly at Jamie and Brandon who were smiling encouragingly. "Well, thank you, sir. I suppose if Jamie and Brandon don't mind I could stay for a while. They said they wanted me to work a bit more on the computer."
"Excellent, so that's settled. Er, one last thing, and feel free to say no. We're big on hugs around here, friendly hugs, so could I have a little hug, just to show there are no hard feelings?"
Ryan even managed a nervous smile. "I ... I think that would be OK, sir." Bob opened his arms and wrapped them lightly round Ryan. He felt his body trembling and waited until he became still before pulling away. "There, that didn't hurt, did it?"
"No, sir. It was nice."
"OK, guys, back to work – and I'll see you at dinner Ryan," Bob said and left the office.
Ryan looked shyly at the other two. "He's very nice."
"Bob is the best," Brandon said. "Everyone loves him. OK, let's get back to work like he said."
ANOTHER SHOCK FOR THE NEW BOY
The guys told Ryan more about the construction company and mentioned that the big boss of the company and the tribe was called Randy, Bob's friend. When they got back to the subject of computer programs Ryan lost his shyness and became more animated.
"Sir, that wad of papers the guy brought in ..." (He didn't mention Darius by name, trying to rid his mind of what he had seen.) Running papers from one site to another is a bit old-fashioned, sir. If you put stuff like budgets on the network you could work directly with the construction site. I could upgrade your server, and I could teach that ... that Randy guy how to use the system."
Jamie and Brandon suppressed smiles. "Er, teach Randy how to use a computer?" Jamie grinned. "Maybe not. The boss is better with his fists than his fingers. But maybe, if you did come and work for us, you could go over there, say, one day a week and do it for him."
Gently they were bringing Ryan back to the possibility of taking the job, though there was still that big impediment lurking in the background of what he had seen Darius do to Pablo. So they didn't directly address the subject of the job again, letting it float and keeping instead to the safer ground of how a computer network could best be set up.
But eventually Jamie called a halt. "OK, guys, enough work for now. Won't be long before the guys start serving dinner. Er, Ryan, it's all pretty casual around here so would you like to change out of that interview outfit? I could give you shorts and a T-shirt if you like."
Ryan hesitated, still nervously wondering if there was an angle to all this – getting him out of his clothes. But Bob had promised him that nothing bad would happen to him and he believed him. And he was starting to like Jamie and Brandon a lot, so he agreed.
Brandon left to go back home across the street and Ryan followed Jamie to the large ground-floor apartment below the one where he had seen ... No, he wouldn't think about that anymore.
Inside he was impressed by the extensive apartment and Jamie smiled, "OK, let me go and see what I can find for you, buddy." He went into the bedroom and came out with a pale blue T-shirt, cargo shorts and sneakers. "These should look OK, Ryan. Why don't you go in the bathroom, freshen up and get changed and we'll hang out until dinner?"
In a few minutes Ryan emerged wearing Jamie's clothes that were a bit too big on Ryan's thin frame but, Jamie thought, made him look kind of cute. He accepted Jamie's offer of lemonade and they chatted about the tribe's compound. "This is one of the larger apartments that I have shared for years with a man named Mark." Jamie took a chance. "We are what's known around here as lovers – I'm his boy."
He saw Ryan wince so steered clear of the subject after that, going back to talking about work. Ryan eventually loosened up and they were chatting amiably when they heard the gate click. Jamie looked up through the window stood up startled. "Oh no ... I didn't think he'd be home this early. Dude, I gotta ..."
Ryan followed his gaze thought the window. Striding across the garden was a tall cop in full uniform, a sight that immediately imprinted itself on Ryan's mind in every detail – black shirt with a flash of white T-shirt at the neck, heavy black belt round a slim waist, and black pants with a silver stripe tucked into high shiny motorcycle boots. As he came toward the house he took off his motorcycle helmet, white with a black peak, and ran his hand through his blond hair.
Ryan's only thought was to get out of there fast. "Sir, can I ...? Maybe there's a back door ...? I can sit in the garden and wait for dinner."
"Sure, Ryan. I'm sorry about this but ... here, use this door." Ryan scurried through the side door as Jamie apologized again, and found himself in shrubbery behind the apartment. He walked alongside the back wall and glanced through one of the windows, which happened to be the master bedroom. He stopped, shielded by the shrubs, and stared in amazement.
Jamie was already there and quickly stripping off his clothes. Ryan hadn't realized Jamie had such a beautiful body but then remembered him saying he was a surfer. Suddenly the cop entered the room and flashed a dazzling smile. The window was partly open and Ryan heard, "Hey, buddy. You ready for me?" The cop wrapped his arms round the naked surfer and kissed him in a long passionate kiss.
Ryan knew it had been a mistake to stay and watch Darius and Pablo earlier and his instinct now was to leave. But somehow this was different. He knew Jamie and liked him and this must be the Mark he had mentioned. He had said they were lovers and he was Mark's boy. So this is what it meant to be a man's boy.
Jamie was smiling at the cop and unbuttoning his shirt. When he pulled it off Ryan could see how muscular the cop was under the tight white T-shirt. He watched mesmerized as the cop gently pushed Jamie backward and he fell on his back on the bed. The naked surfer hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled them back, offering his ass to the police officer.
Ryan had watched Darius and Pablo in horror but now this couple looked ... sort of beautiful. This is what making love must be like. He watched Mark unzip his pants and pull out his already erect cock. He knelt in the bed, leaned forward and kissed Jamie. Ryan realized that while they kissed the cop was easing his cock into Jamie's ass.
When he was all the way inside the cop pulled back, upright on his knees, and pulled off his T-shirt, smiling down at his boy. Ryan stifled a gasp as he stared at the incredible body of the shirtless cop, and he could understand the excited glow in Jamie's eyes as he reached up and ran his hands over his bare chest, over the ridges of his abs, then pressed his fingers into the slabs of his pecs. "You're so beautiful, sir. I wait for this all day, you know that."
"Me too, Jamie. Sitting astride that bike makes my cock throb and all I can think about is pushing it inside my boy's sweet ass. Man, I love fucking that beautiful ass."
Hearing their loving words, Ryan watched calmly this time, not horrified as before. So this is what men like this did ... this must be love. He was spellbound – he wanted to see it all. And so he stayed hidden in the shrubs, gazing through the window as the handsome cop made love to the naked surfer, his cock sliding in and out of his ass, their eyes fixed lovingly on each other.
Ryan stood still for a long time watching it all, watching them kiss, smile, laugh, until Mark said, "You ready, man?"
"Of course, sir. Always. I love you, sir. Your cock feels so good inside me. Cum in me, sir, please ... I love you, sir ... I'm gonna cum ... aaah ..." He didn't need to touch his cock as it spurted juice all over his writhing body. The cop's muscles flexed, he inhaled sharply and with one final thrust his cock erupted deep in his boy's ass.
They stared at each other, then Mark laughed and fell forward on the bed. Jamie jumped up and pulled the cop's boots off one by one, then pulled down his pants and shorts and lay back on the bed in his naked lover's arms. They kissed again, and then lay still, dozing.
Ryan blinked, shook his head and slowly emerged from his trance. The previous time when reality flooded back he had felt horrified and ashamed. But now he let the trance linger. He wasn't sure what he felt. He was confused, but this time he didn't want to run away.
He continued his walk round the building and back into the garden ... where he walked straight into Darius.
"YOU ARE GONNA STICK AROUND AREN'T YOU?"
Ryan recoiled as the shock of his earlier sight of Darius returned. "Oh, sorry sir ... I was just ... I mean I gotta ..."
"You gotta calm down, kiddo, is what you gotta do," Darius chuckled. "Don't be scared, I'm not gonna hurt you."
"I know that sir. Bob told me ... not about you but about everyone here. He promised."
"And whatever Bob tells you, kid, is solid, you can take it to the bank. That guy is the gold standard, never breaks a promise. Hey, sit here a minute with me will ya? Just a minute, I got something to say ... please ..."
Ryan hesitated, then sat down at a small round table in the garden facing Darius. "Ryan, Bob told me about what you saw when you came up to my place to return the wallet."
"I'm sorry, sir, I shouldn't have been spying ..."
"Nah, nah, nah, it's me who should be apologizing, kid. I shouldn't a' left all the doors open like that. Round here we ... ah never mind. Thanks for returning the wallet by the way. Losing that would a' really pissed me off – right after my phone fucked up and went dead.
But you don't wanna hear my troubles. I just wanted to show you that I'm not the monster you think I am – that crazy bare-chested black guy in filthy jeans and boots. That's me on work site."
Darius was now barefoot in cargo shorts and a white T-shirt and he leaned back, spread his arms and beamed. "Ta-da ... I clean up pretty good, don't I?"
"Yes, sir."
"Ah, don't be shy with me, kiddo. Hey, how did the interview go? You get the job?"
"I think so, sir. But I'm not sure if I can stay and ..."
"Oh no, kid, don't tell me that seeing me do that stuff with Pablo put you off this place. Please don't say that. Look, I promise I'll never touch you, won't even speak to you. When I see you coming I'll run away and hide in the bushes so you don't even have to look at me."
Ryan managed a slight smile. "You don't have to do that, sir."
"Look, I'll call the guys and they'll give me a testimonial that I'm not such a bad guy." He pulled out his phone, then slammed it on the table. "Damn thing's fucked, totally dead ... always doing that. I almost threw it in the cement mixer at work today."
Ryan picked it up and saw the black screen. "I can fix that, sir. All you need to do is to force restart it. Look, you press the home and power buttons together and hold them for ten seconds until the logo appears ... see? It's working."
"Damn, you're a genius, kid. Me, I'm a klutz with gadgets."
"Actually, sir, this phone is real old. There have been several upgrades after this. I would recommend the new ..." He caught himself and blushed. "Sorry, sir."
"Hey, don't be sorry. Dude, you gotta stick around. You are gonna stick around aren't you?"
"Well, sir, Bob did invite me to stay for dinner so ..."
Darius leaned back and smiled at the earnest, nerdy kid, his too-large T-shirt hanging loosely on him. "Those Jamie's duds you're wearing?"
"Yes, sir, they're too big for me, I know. He's big and muscular and I'm just this ..."
"You ever go to the gym?"
"No, sir. I wouldn't even know what to do there if I did. Anyway, all those ripped guys would laugh at a skinny nerd like me."
"Dude, let me give you a word of advice. Never give a shit about what other guys think. They got a problem with you? Fuck `em. But if you don't like being skinny we got a gym downstairs here. You want me to set you up with a routine, just light weights to start, then work up? Tell you what, if you come to work here, when you finish in the office and I get home from work I'll show you how to work out in the gym. Deal? You are gonna take the job, aren't you?"
Ryan smiled, "I guess I am now, sir."
"'Course you are. Oh by the way, meals here can get pretty rowdy and can be a bit much for a newcomer to take in – boss Randy for a start. But listen, dude. That thing I joked about when we first met, about coming to me if anyone gives you grief. Well now I mean it. I'm on your side, kiddo."
He stood up and grinned, "Hey, after all that bullshit, how about a hug for old Darius, show you forgive me?"
Ryan got to his feet and found himself with strong black arms wrapped around him. Then Darius pulled away and ruffled the boy's hair. "OK, kiddo, see you at dinner."
Ryan stared after Darius walking up the stairs, and blinked. What a day! His mind was racing so fast he couldn't sort out his thoughts and he was nervous about meeting the other guys. But at least he liked Jamie and Brandon, and that nice guy Bob.
And even Darius too.
TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 480
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