A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 526 By Rob Williams
Chapter 527 – "WILL GETS THERAPY FROM DOC STEVE"
IN THIS CHAPTER
The tribe's young chef, freckle-faced redhead Will, is in love with his step-dad, the macho construction worker Seth. But he gets a shock when he stumbles on Seth fucking Will's young friend. Sad and confused Will is consoled by the tribe's gypsy boss Randy, who takes him to the shrink Doc Steve. The handsome, buttoned-down doctor ends up butt naked, giving Will therapy that takes away all his pain.
<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>
Bob, the tribe's co-leader, had just given the boys Tyler and Finn the important job of house-managers of the tribe's compound. But they would need training, and who better to teach them than a senior boy who had once had the job – the young Aussie Nate?
But there was a snag. Nate was the boy of the macho Aussie Adam and his lover, hunky Doctor Chad, and in a playfully horny mood they did a deal with Bob. They invited Bob, Randy, and Bob's twins Kyle and Kevin to dinner, where Chad explained the deal.
"Just a bit of fun, something we thought you'd all get a kick out of. What it comes down to is simply this. You get Nate for a week ... and we get the twins for an hour." Randy, protective as always of the boys, protested fiercely but when Bob checked with the twins they were all for it.
Adam and Chad had elaborate plans for the handsome identical twins, but they underestimated the young jocks' power to turn the tables. The twins manipulated the action until they got what they wanted. Standing face to face, they kissed each other while Kyle got butt-fucked by the Aussie stud and Kevin by the sexy doctor.
All this was watched by the penetrating laser-blue eyes of gypsy boss Randy. His anger mounted as he saw the twins submit their asses to the horny lovers and he leapt into the fray. He retaliated by fucking Adam as he pounded Kyle's ass. Bob joined in and reamed Chad in a homoerotic six-man spectacle, whose inevitable climax was six simultaneous orgasms, as Nate yelled in his Australian drawl, "Good on ya, mates. Totally bloody brilliant."
"Nate," Adam shouted, "looks like you're gonna spend the next week helping Bob over at the compound, eh Chad?"
"I'll say," Chad smiled. "After that performance by his twins, Bob can pretty much call the shots."
"The excitement's running high right now though," Bob said, "with all the changes coming."
"Sure is," Nate agreed. "Eddie has called a meeting of the boys now that he's leaving his house-manager job and starting his internship at the movie studio. He's gone from calling himself the senior-junior boy to the junior-senior boy, though nobody can tell the difference."
Amid the laughter Bob sighed, "So many changes, so many stories. Sometimes I lose the plot."
The twins smiled and Kevin said, "Never mind, sir, you have us to keep you on track."
========= CHAPTER 527 =========
<><> EDDIE CALLS A MEETING <><>
Early next morning, as Nate had predicted, Eddie summoned all the boys to a meeting. Eddie had recently been elevated to the status of senior boy so he called himself the junior-senior boy, although those categories were becoming blurred as time went on and the boys matured. It was a mix of juniors and seniors who watched him now with some amusement
Eddie loved the limelight and now was as good a time as any to bask in it, given the changes afoot in the tribe. Plus it gave him a chance to trumpet his own success in landing a job at the movie studio.
So, at the end of breakfast he stood up, adopted a solemn expression and tapped a fork on his glass. "Guys, guys, your attention please. Unaccustomed as I am to making speeches ..."
"Yeah, right," Darius laughed mockingly. "Ain't this, like, the gazillionth Eddie speech we've had to sit through?"
Undaunted Eddie fired ack. "You can laugh, dude, but this could be my last speech `cos I won't be house-manager anymore. My talents behind a camera have finally been recognized by a major studio and I start my job there today."
"As an intern, dude," Brandon interjected.
"OK wiseguy, so I may be making the coffee at first but a boy has to start somewhere, then the sky's the limit. I bet Spielberg started out making coffee and look where he ..."
"Eddie," Jamie interrupted gently. "We've all gotta get to work so can you, er, cut to the chase?"
"Oh, yeah, sure thing. So, guys, Jamie and me will be off to the beach location in Malibu for the opening shots of Grady's new lifeguard movie. Jamie will be in charge of the surfing extras and I'll be assisting the ..." he paused to look at the skeptical faces ... "Wow, tough crowd. OK, I'll be assisting the second assistant to the first assistant to the Director of Photography.
"My job as house-manager here will go to Tyler and Finn, and we wanna welcome Nate who'll be spending the week here to train them. The only rule I would mention to you guys is, when you're on your rounds, no fucking in other guys' apartments. I know you fuck in the garden and that's cool, but fucking on another guy's bed is a definite no-no. The rest I'll leave to Nate.
"Brandon is replacing Jamie as office manager, and he'll be hiring two new guys to assist him and Ryan. Temporarily, their assistant will be ... drum roll, please ... none other than our esteemed leader Bob. I mean, dudes, can you imagine? Big boss Bob taking orders from ..."
He was drowned out by much loud throat-clearing around the table and took the hint. "OK, so finally, in conclusion, I just wanna say it has been an honor to manage the house here for you all, but you know what they say, if a guy stands still in life he goes backwards, and I gotta go forward `cos if I went backward I'd be ..." He tapered off, hopelessly tangled in his own convoluted metaphor.
He was saved by Will who shouted, "So let's hear it for Eddie, guys, for taking such good care of the house." When the cheers had subsided Will continued, "It's customary for some guys to get a gold watch when they leave a job, but me and the twins have got something better." He slid a dish across the table to Eddie. "One of my famous special-edition rhubarb pies."
"Hey, dude," Eddie grinned, "is this you saying `rhubarb, rhubarb' to get me to shut up?"
Amid the laughter Randy suddenly appeared from his house and strode up to the table. "What the fuck's this? A coffee klatch, nattering like a bunch of old women? Get to work now or I'll whip your asses."
"Is that a promise, sir?" Will asked impishly.
"And you'll be the first, Red," Randy grinned, ruffling the boy's red hair affectionately.
<><> BOB ENCLOURAGES NATE <><>
As everyone quickly disbursed Bob appeared and said, "Thanks for coming, Nate. I gotta go and play office assistant now, so can I leave Tyler and Finn in your charge? It's important they get up to speed quickly and learn the ropes. At the end of the day bring them into the office so Brandon can teach them about budgeting and ordering supplies."
"Sure thing, sir, don't worry about a thing." Nate sat with Finn and Tyler and went over their basic duties, then said, "OK, come on, let's do the tour." With only a short break for lunch, time sped by and in the late afternoon Nate went into the office and asked Bob if now was a good time for the boys to sit down with Brandon.
"Great timing, Nate," Bob said, `cos boss Brandon just told me I could quit for the day." He grinned, "I suspect it was because I'm doing such a lousy job as office assistant."
Brandon chuckled. "For your first day, young man, you showed a lot of promise. But you're not quite what I'm looking for on a permanent basis – you're too tall. So don't give up your day job as boss of the tribe. And don't be late tomorrow – nine o'clock sharp."
"Aye-aye, sir, I'll be here." Bob bent down and kissed Brandon, then left the office with Nate. So how did it go with the two boys, Nate? You think they got a feel for the job?"
"Absolutely, sir. You made a good choice." They discussed the boys' ongoing training for a while until they heard a truck pull up next door.
"Ah," Bob said, "that'll be Seth getting home from work. Hey, you remember yesterday how Randy said you should talk to Seth about developing your work as an interior designer? Seeing what you've done at Adam and Chad's house I think you have a real flair for it. Seth runs the construction company's residential division so Randy thinks he could put a lot of business your way. Why don't you go next door and have a chat with him while he relaxes after work?"
"Good idea, sir, thank you. I would really like to take on more design work, and Adam and Chad are real keen on the idea too."
"You get along OK with Seth don't you, Nate?"
"Tell you the truth, sir, I've never had that much to do with him `cos our paths don't cross much."
"Well now's a good time for you two to get better acquainted," Bob said. "Seth's a real good guy. Just a bit rough around the edges, is all."
<><> NATE & SETH GET BACQUAINTED <><>
Nate went through the gate in the hedge separating the compound from the small house next door – once known as the Aussie House when Nate and Adam lived there. When Adam had teamed up with Chad they bought the new, much larger house, where all three now lived.
As Nate approached the front door he heard the faint sound of running water inside. Must be Seth taking a shower after getting home from the construction site, grimy as always. There was no reply when Nate knocked so he went in warily. He was crossing the living room when Seth came out of the bedroom buck naked his face hidden by a towel as he dried his hair vigorously.
For a second Nate's instinct was to back out of the room, but instead he stood motionless, staring at the naked construction worker, water running down his sinewy body, his muscles rippling as he rubbed his hair. His long, thick cock swung between his muscled thighs.
When he lowered his arms the towel slid off his face and he saw Nate. Seth's chiseled features broke into a gleaming smile. "Hey, Nate, good to see you, buddy. You and me don't see much of each other, do we? Different lifestyles, I guess. But Randy mentioned you might be getting in touch with me – something about that decorating thing you're doing."
Seth shook his damp hair, then ran a hand through the disheveled mass, his bicep flexing as he raised his arm. He seemed totally oblivious of being stark naked, which added to the wildman impression Nate had of him. He watched every move Seth made, seeing it all with heightened clarity, his vision sharpened by the erotic sight.
Seth casually rummaged in a pile of clothes tossed in a corner, pulled out an old pair of gray boxers and put them on. "You wanna beer, dude?" He went to the kitchen and came back with his big hand wrapped around two beer bottles. "Make yourself comfortable, kiddo." He tossed one of the beers to Nate who caught it and sat down on the couch.
Seth sprawled in an armchair facing him, his huge near-naked body seeming to fill it, muscular limbs draped over the sides, his legs manspread wide. The long bulge of his cock pushed against his shorts and the tip was just visible poking out of the bottom. Again his rugged face broke into a smile. "So how does it feel being back in your old house, Nate? You miss it?"
"In a way I do, sir." (Calling this brawny, powerful man `sir' came naturally to Nate.) "I was very happy here with Adam, but now I love sharing the new house with him and Chad and our dog Molly. We're like a little family. We make a great team, and I've been really busy doing a lot of interior decorating there."
"So Randy tells me. The place is looking terrific, he says, and you have a real talent. And that's why you're here, right?"
"Yes, sir. You see I would really like to build up my interior design work but of course the first thing I need is clients."
"Right. Well, like Randy said, I might be able to help there. See, I'm in charge of the residential division of the construction company and, when we finish an apartment building, a lot of the new tenants ask for a referral to a designer. As soon as you get business cards I'll be happy to pass them out and recommend you."
"Cool, sir, thank you. Er, so how are you enjoying our old house? You live alone here, right?"
"I like the house a lot, it's kinda my man-cave. Sure, I live alone, but my son Will visits me often when he can get away from the kitchen. His bosses, the twins, are real good about that. Actually, you and Adam left the place in real good shape, but when I sit here and look around I would like to make a few changes. Now that I'm earning real good money for the first time in my life, I can afford it. I kind of have an idea what I want but I wouldn't have a clue how to start."
Seth grinned. "Like I said, it's my man-cave and I'm the caveman, so my talents don't run to decorating. I'm better at building walls than painting them. See every place I used to I live in was a dump, and I'm still not real tidy ..." He nodded to the pile of clothes in the corner. "So I need help."
Seth laughed. "Hey, what am I saying? Here we are talking about you looking for customers ... so maybe I could be your first, eh?"
"I'd like that a lot, sir," Nate said eagerly. "How about we do the tour and I can get some idea of your goals and your tastes."
As they walked through the house they stopped frequently to talk and compare ideas. But that's not all that happened.
Seth was still wearing only his boxers, and Nate was in his usual cargo shorts and T-shirt, which hugged the contours of the muscular body he had built up over years of gym sessions with Adam. Several times they brushed against each other as they squeezed through a doorway, and when they stood in the small dining room Seth flung his arm casually over Nate's shoulder as they talked about furniture.
The tour took them from the living room, to the kitchen and dining room, then both bedrooms, ending up in the master bedroom where Seth sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back on his elbows and smiled up at Nate. "Damn, this decorating stuff is fun. I appreciate the way you listen to my ideas, dude, even when I don't have a clue what I'm talking about."
Seth didn't have a speck of vanity about his ideas or his masculine beauty. That resulted from the years he thought of himself as a loser, a casual laborer with no future. As Nate looked down at him that total lack of vanity only increased his raw sexual attraction. A hot sexy man who was unaware of his own sexual magnetism was always a big turn-on for guys like Nate.
"But I don't wanna keep you, Nate. You've probably got to get back to Adam and Chad."
"Actually no, sir. This is one of those nights I think they want to be alone. It works real well. We spend a lot of time all together, but when they get kind of intense with each other I get out and do my own thing – usually spend the night with my old pal Jamie. Except this evening when Jamie gets home from the studio Mark's gonna take him out to celebrate his first official day on his new job."
"Well, kid, you're welcome to stay here in my spare room. I was just gonna have dinner with the guys in the compound next door, then probably head back here for an early night. Be great to have a good-looking young Aussie for company."
As Nate looked down at Seth he saw that the bulge in his boxers had grown and the whole head was now poking out the bottom and oozing pre-cum. Seth followed Nate's gaze and grinned. "Oh that, yeah. I get horny at work and usually jack off in the lunch-hour or when I get home, but I didn't get a chance today. I should probably go the bathroom now and ... "
"Sir, I could probably take care of that for you."
"You don't say. But wouldn't Adam object? Don't get me wrong, Nate, you're a hot young jock and I'd love to tangle with you, but I don't wanna upset your ..."
"You wouldn't, sir. Like I said, when Adam and Chad want a night alone I go out and do my own thing. They don't object – they want me to have fun. And that," grinning down at Seth's cock, "looks a lot like fun to me, sir."
<><> LESS CULTURE – MORE CAVEMAN <><>
Nate pulled off his T-shirt and dropped his shorts and briefs. Seth stared up at the naked young Aussie and grinned. "Damn, Adam is a lucky guy. You are one sexy son-of-a-bitch dude."
"Thank you, sir." Nate walked toward Seth who still sat on the edge of the bed leaning back on his elbows. Nate dropped to his knees, leaned forward and braced his hands on the bed on either side of Seth's hips. He bent down and buried his face in Seth's old shorts, breathing in a mixture of dried cum, piss and sweat. "Sorry they're not real clean, kid."
Nate raised a smiling face. "No worries, sir, I don't mind a bit. May I suck your cock, sir?"
Seth grinned, "You better, kid, or I'll ram it down your throat."
Nate clamped his mouth over the bulge in the thin fabric of the shorts and breathed hot air over it. Then he licked the shorts down to the exposed head and touched the oozing pre-cum with the tip of his tongue. He pulled back and drew out the fine liquid in a long gossamer strand.
Seth stirred and groaned, "No fucking around, kid. I don't do foreplay – go straight for the gold."
Nate grabbed the waistband of the shorts and pulled them off over Seth's feet. The cock that sprang up reminded him of Randy's huge shaft, thick as a beer-can. He opened his mouth wide and lowered it slowly over the shaft, all the way down without gagging. He buried his face in the mass of wiry black pubes, damp with musky sweat.
Nate pulled back and got to work on the cock, pursing his lips as his head moved up and down with building speed. Seth's face rolled from side to side and his sinewy body stirred as he felt his cock bulge in the boy's hot mouth. But when he looked over Nate's back to the white mounds of his ass, flexing as he moved, Seth growled, "No, dammit. I want that fucking ass."
He pushed Nate's face roughly off his cock, grabbed his hair and yanked him forward so he was on his knees beside him, bent face-first over the edge of the bed. Seth sprang to his feet, gazed down at the sexy ass and spat on his cock. Nate raised his head and saw the reflection in the wall mirror on the other side of the bed. He was used to gentle sex with the cultured Chad and Adam, but sometimes hungered for what he called `a bit of rough'.
And that's what he saw in the mirror – less culture, more caveman – a roughneck construction worker, his naked, muscular body heaving as he wiped spit on his cock and stared hungrily down at the Aussie's ass.
"I play kinda rough, kid. You ready for that?"
"Yes please, sir, as rough as you like."
Seth knelt on the floor behind Nate's raised ass. He grabbed his hips, pressed the head of his wet cock between the firm ass-cheeks, and ... "Aaagh ...!" Nate howled as the monster shaft drove in and came to rest deep inside. "Too much for you, kid?"
"No worries, sir, your cock feels great in my ass. I wanna watch you fuck me."
Staring into the mirror Nate saw a young guy he scarcely recognized bent over the bed, helpless against the assault on his ass by the craggy, disheveled wildman. He felt the huge cock pull back, pause, and then plunge in again. He saw a devilish smile cross the musclehunk's rugged features – his square-cut, stubbled jaw, prominent cheeks bones, shaggy black hair and seductive blue eyes.
Seth resembled boss Randy in his looks – and in the savage way he fucked – like an animal – no finesse, just a raw pounding as his iron-hard shaft pistoned in the boy's ass. He grinned at Nate in the mirror. "Damn you really go for this don't you, kid?"
"Too right, sir," the young Aussie drawled. "I fucking love it. Don't stop, sir, please."
"I ain't gonna stop, boy. Damn I could pound that sweet ass like this all night ..."
<><> WILL'S SURPRISE GIFT <><>
In the meantime, next door in the compound's big kitchen, the twins were working on dinner for the tribe, assisted by their enthusiastic redheaded assistant Will. This evening Will was in charge of dessert and had been working on one of his specialties – chocolate soufflé. It took skill to get it just right, and over time he had tweaked the ingredients of his own recipe, adding rum and a dash of liqueur. The dish had become a tribe favorite.
When he pulled a test sample out of the oven he smiled and said, "What do you think, guys?" The twins gave the dish a professional appraisal and smiled approvingly. "You've really perfected that, Will," Kevin said. "Tell you what. Why don't you take that sample next door to your dad Seth? We know how you like to surprise him with tasters of what's coming for dinner. We're running ahead of schedule so we were gonna take a short break anyway."
"Can I, sir?" Will smiled, eyes blinking behind his owl glasses. "Chocolate soufflé is one of my dad's favorites. He's gonna love this."
Holding the dish like a trophy Will left the kitchen. He didn't stop to take off his dark green apron or his chef's hat as he knew Seth got a kick out of seeing him in his kitchen uniform. He walked past the long table in the garden, already set for dinner, and carefully unlatched the gate to Seth's house.
It had become almost a ritual that, just before dinner, Will would pay a stealthy visit to the dad he idolized, creep up on him and surprise him with today's culinary offering. He went quietly into the living room. Seth was not there but he saw his work clothes thrown in a corner so he knew he was home. All the better – he'd be in the bedroom. Balancing the soufflé carefully he opened the bedroom door a crack – and stopped as he heard voices."
"Fuck, I love that ass, kid. Yeah, give it to me, boy, take my dick all the way."
Will went blank for a second, trying to take in the sight of his pal Nate on his knees, bent over the edge of the bed, with his dad Seth kneeling naked behind him and burying his cock in his ass. Will was stunned, battling conflicting impulses – go in and interrupt, or beat a hasty retreat, or just stand there unseen and watch. He had no option – he had to watch.
"Good on ya, Seth, you're such a hot fucking stud," Nate said. "Your cock feels bloody great in my ass. But I don't know how much longer I can stop from cumming."
"Me too, kid, I'm ready to spill a huge fucking load in your ass. Godammit, you're a sexy mother-fucker. OK, here it comes, boy. I'm gonna cum ... fuck yeah ..." Seth's muscles gleamed with sweat and he pounded ass harder, faster and deeper until, "Aaaagh!" His sinewy body flexed, his head flew back and, with one final thrust, his cock erupted in the Aussie boy's ass. Nate was shoved hard against the bed, crushing his cock as it spurted jizz up over his flexed abs.
In a daze Will watched as Seth pulled his dick out and roared with laughter. "That was fucking beautiful, Nate. You are one great fuck, you know that?" Seth grabbed him round the waist and heaved him onto the bed on his back. He climbed on beside him, propped up on one elbow, and smiled down at him.
"You know, as Adam and Chad wanna be alone tonight, I said you could shack up in my spare room. Well to hell with that, you're gonna bunk in with me right here. You cool with that?"
"Yes sir! Are you planning on fucking my ass again, sir?"
"Try stopping me, boy. You're all mine for the whole night, ass and all."
They were so engrossed in each other that they didn't hear the slight sound of Will closing the bedroom door and stumbling out of the house.
<><> WILL'S OLD PAL RANDY <><>
Will lurched through the gate and staggered up to the long dinner table on the lawn. Suddenly he realized that tears were streaming down his face. He couldn't face the twins so he sat at the table, put down the soufflé, buried his face in his hands and sobbed quietly.
He didn't hear footsteps approaching until the deep voice said, "Hey, hey, what's all this, Red?"
Will looked up and through his tears saw the dark, stubbled face of Randy, who had just got off work and was on his way home to his and Bob's house. He sat down, straddling the bench next to Will and said gently, "So what's all this, Red. Has somebody hurt you? `Cos if they have, by god I'll ..."
"No, sir, nothing like that. It's nothing, sir, I'm fine."
"Well that's obviously not true," Randy smiled. He pulled off Will's chef's hat, then took off his glasses and gently wiped the tears from his cheeks with the back of his hand. He leaned forward and softly kissed the boy's eyes. "There, that's better. You wanna tell your old pal Randy want's up?"
"It's nothing really, sir. I should be getting back to the twins ..."
"Who will only ask you the same question I did – what's up ... what made you cry?"
"No, the twins mustn't know, sir," Will said in alarm. "No one must know – there's nothing to know, it's just me being silly."
Randy ruffled Will's shock of red hair. "OK, no one's gonna know, kid ... except me. `Cos I'm your special pal, and I won't tell anyone, not even Bob. Hey what's this here? Looks delicious. Is it for me?"
"It might as well be now, sir. Seth won't be needing it. It's a chocolate soufflé."
"Ah." Randy picked up a spoon from the table and dug into the dessert. "Damn, that's good. Is everyone gonna get this at dinner? You say it was for Seth?"
"Yes, sir," Will said in a small voice.
"OK, if you're not gonna tell me, I'm just gonna have to guess. I know you like to go across to your dad's house and surprise him with stuff you've cooked. So you took this to him but you say he won't be needing it, because ... what, kiddo?"
"Because he's already got his hands full, sir." Randy heard an edge of bitterness in Will's voice.
"Full of what, Red? Or should I say who?"
"Nate, sir."
"Ah, I'm beginning to see the light. I suggested that Nate go have a talk with Seth `cos he could help him get customers for his decorating business. And I guess they were doing more than talking, eh Red?"
Will looked into Randy's pale blue eyes - eyes that could strike fear in a man but that now spoke love and compassion. "You say this is just between us, sir?"
"Absolutely, kid. Randy licked his finger and said, "Cross my heart and hope to die. Talking of which, this chocolate thing of yours is to die for. There's rum in it, right?" he grinned, scraping the bottom of the bowl.
Will managed a weak, watery smile. "OK, sir, you guessed right. I was taking it to Seth but he was in the bedroom fucking Nate ... and he asked Nate to spend the night with him."
"Ah, got it. And how did that make you feel? Damn, I sound just like my brother Steve. At shrink sessions he always asks that lame question – `how did you feel about that?' Like how did you feel when your mother fell over the cliff?' How the fuck do you think I felt, moron?"
Now Will laughed out loud. "That's just the thing, sir, I don't know how I feel, or why I blubbed like that. Sorry about that, sir, I know big boys are not supposed to cry."
"Hey, Red, you can cut out that big-boys-don't-cry bullshit right now. We all cry. That time me and Bob had a big fight and I thought he'd left me, I sobbed in my pillow all night long. I think I qualify as a big boy, but I cried a river that night. OK, I may not be a shrink like my brother, but let's get a few things straight here. So your dad Seth fucked Nate's brains out and they're spending the night together. Do you think that was wrong of Seth?"
"No, sir. My dad fucks who he wants in the tribe, why not? He's even fucked you, sir."
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't broadcast that too loud, kid. Let's just say we fucked and leave it at that, OK? Right, so do you think Nate did wrong? I mean, he's Adam and Chad's boy"
"No, sir, of course he did nothing wrong. Everyone knows how it works with those guys. Sometimes they all make love and sometimes Nate leaves them alone and spends the night out. Usually he goes and fucks with Jamie."
"But tonight" Randy said, "Jamie and Mark are out celebrating Jamie's new job. Hmm, gotta think this out. OK, run this one up the flagpole. Nate goes in to talk to Seth about his decorating business. Seth just got home from work and has just taken his clothes off, so he's looking sexy as all get out. One thing leads to another and they fuck, it's a great fuck. And because Nate is not going home tonight Seth naturally offers him a bed, with the prospect of more fucking. How am I doing so far?"
"Sounds about right, sir. And like I said, no one did anything wrong. I mean, I'm not even Seth's boy. I'm the twins' boy. I know me and my dad fuck once in a while, but he's not even my real dad."
"Hey, hey, cut that out. That makes no difference at all `cos you love each other like father and son. Which brings me to my last point. You've told me you love all these guys – Seth, Nate, the twins, Bob ... even me. So why the tears?"
"Sir, like I told you at the start, I don't know." His lower lip trembled. "But I was so excited about taking that soufflé to my dad ...and then I saw him fucking Nate and having such a great time ... and Seth asked him to spend the night with him. It was like a gut punch and ... and I just lost it ..." The tears started to flow again.
Again Randy took off Will's glasses and kissed his eyes. "I know, I know, kid, life can get real complicated sometimes and there's all kinds 'a shit we don't understand. Bob says that love cures everything and there seems to be plenty of love around you, kid."
"But what can I do, sir?"
"OK, Red, here's what's gonna happen. Like I said, this is between you and me, so for the rest of the evening you go on as normal. Don't say anything to Seth and Nate, and when you know they're in bed together tonight you just snuggle up to the twins `cos they love you and need you.
"And tomorrow I'm gonna take you up to see my brother Doc Steve. He's good at shit like this. I can take the morning off work and hand over to Zack. It's about time I saw my brother again – and that house manager of his, the Golden Boy gymnast Tommy. `Cos, shit, when you're talking ass, kiddo, there ain't no ass like a gymnast's. Does that sound like a plan?"
"I would like that, sir. You've been so kind to me, sir. I really love you. One day soon can we ..."
"Fuck? Sure we can." He ruffled Will's hair. "I love you, Red, and that sweet ass of yours."
Just then they saw Kyle hovering outside the kitchen and Randy shouted. "Sorry, kid, my fault. I've been keeping your assistant here gabbing away about this and that. Nothing important."
Randy grinned at Will who blinked hard behind his glasses. "Thanks for that chocolate thing, kiddo. Keep another one stashed away for me, will ya? And double up on the rum." He picked up Will's chef's hat and jammed it on his head. "Off you go, Red, duty calls. See you tomorrow."
After another kiss, Will got up and ran, dry-eyed, to the kitchen.
<><> WILL'S APPOINTMENT WITH THE SHRINK <><>
The twins had a feeling that something was up. As Bob's boys they had inherited his sensitive antennas and they knew their boy Will intimately. And from the kitchen window they had seen him in earnest conversation with Randy. But Will was clearly not inclined to discuss the issue and they discretely didn't bring it up. They would be there to help, as always, if he needed them.
That night when Will climbed into bed with them they were acutely aware that he hugged them tighter than ever, and they silently provided the warm bodily comfort he obviously needed.
Bob did mention the subject to Randy. When Randy went into their bedroom Bob was sitting at his desk in just his boxer briefs and he looked up and smiled."
"Damn," Randy said, "why is it every time I set eyes on you I wanna fuck you."
"Because you're an animal, Randy. So what's up with you and Will? I saw you two having a heart-to-heart out there."
"Ah, just something the kid asked me not to spread around."
"Fair enough," Bob said and tactfully left it at that. He didn't even eavesdrop when Randy called his brother Steve. "Hey Steve, sorry to call so late but I wanna bring our young Will up to see you tomorrow. He needs a shrink session with you."
"Randy, you know my protocol specifies that a prospective patient should call me himself. We want to guard against anyone coercing the patient into ..."
"Oh cut the crap, bro. This is me, Randy, and I say the kid needs to see you. He agrees and I'm driving him up myself. So what you got open?"
Steve sighed. He knew better than to argue with his big brother, Randy always won. "OK, Randy, I'll make an exception this time. I have a patient at ten, then I'm free until mid-afternoon, so why don't you bring the boy up at eleven and if you want to stick around you can both stay to lunch afterwards."
Early next morning Randy called Will, who asked the twins if he could be excused from lunch duty as he had an appointment. He was not specific, but they suspected it might be an appointment with Doc Steve. "Of course you can, Will. There won't be many for lunch today, so we can cope easily. After all, you covered for us doing dinner single-handedly when we spent the evening at Adam and Chad's.
Will assisted with breakfast, as always, and he was ready when Randy arrived from the construction site in mid-morning. He pulled Will up into the truck and Will smiled to see Randy was in his work gear of dirt-streaked jeans and boots, and his old ragged tank top.
Randy grinned at him. "Yeah, you're right, kid. Better smarten up for a visit to my fancy-shmantcy brother. He pulled off his tank, grabbed an old T-shirt from the back seat and put it on. "Better?"
"Hmm, marginally, sir," Will smiled shyly.
"Well that's as good as it gets, kid. I'd like to see my brother throw me out `cos I ain't dressed good enough. So how you feeling today, Red?"
"A bit better, sir. Still confused, but better. I always feel safe when I'm with you, sir."
"You better believe it, kid, you know I'll always protect you. Maybe I don't have all the fancy words my brother uses, but I tell ya, when I speak, guys listen." Steering with one hand he threw the other arm over Will's shoulder, and the smell of Randy's sweaty armpit made Will's dick hard.
At Steve's elegant Mulholland Drive house in the Hollywood Hills they were buzzed in at the gate intercom and Randy drove down the drive to the front door where Tommy was waiting to greet them. As house-manager Tommy doubled as Steve's receptionist – as well as being a former competition-gymnast, with the flawless body of an athlete.
He smiled seductively at Randy. "Welcome, sir. Hello Will, good to see you again. Doctor Steve's last patient just left so I'll take you straight through. They followed him through the house and Will noticed that Randy's eyes were riveted on the perfect mounds of Tommy's ass that bulged and flexed under his tight black pants as he walked.
When Tommy showed them into Steve's office he got up from behind his desk and came toward them with a warm smile. "Hello, you two. Welcome to shrink-land." As he shook their hands Tommy said. "Er, sir, if you don't need anything else right now, would it be a good time for me to go downstairs to the gym for my regular gymnastic workout."
"Sure thing, Tommy. I'll be busy here for a while and it'll be a late lunch, so take all the time you need." As the blond athlete left the room Randy eyes again stared at his sexy ass and Steve laughed. "Randy, you are such a butt-man. Whenever you come up here I think you don't notice anything except my house-manager's ass."
"It's fucking poetry in motion, bro, that's why – gives me a raging boner. But we're not here to analyze my sex life, so I guess I should leave young Red here to your tender mercies."
"That would be good," Steve grinned. "We'll examine your sex life another time – we'd probably need a whole day. But thanks for taking care of Will. Good to see you showing your feminine side for once."
"My what?" Randy growled, clenching his fists. "Watch your mouth bro."
"OK, OK," Steve chuckled. "Why don't you hang out by the pool, then join us for lunch?"
"Yeah ... I thought I might go downstairs and watch Tommy go through his gymnastic routine. He likes an audience, as I recall."
"He does ... especially when his audience is you, big brother."
Randy ruffled Will's hair. "Be a good boy for the doc, kiddo. I'll see you later."
<><> THERAPY FROM DOC STEVE <><>
After Randy left, Will turned his attention to Steve. The doc was wearing his usual tan slacks and loafers, and a smart blue short-sleeve shirt open at the neck giving a glimpse of his white T-shirt underneath. "OK William, take a seat in that armchair and make yourself comfortable. Pay no attention to my clipboard. I just use it to make a few notes as we go along. You feeling OK?"
"A bit nervous, sir. See, I'm not really sure why I'm here. I mean, you see guys with all kinds of real bad problems and I'm not sure if I even have a problem. It's just that yesterday I couldn't stop crying, but Randy said it's OK to cry `cos even big boys cry sometimes."
"And Randy's right about that, Will. It can be very therapeutic to have what we call `a good old cry.' But it's our job here to try and work out why you were crying and see if there's some way we can take away the sadness. So ... sit back, relax, and tell me in your own time and your own words what led up to all this. And don't forget, anything you say or do here remains within these four walls, strictly confidential."
Will nodded. "OK, sir. Actually it will be a bit like when I talked to Randy yesterday. I mean you look just like him, sir."
Steve chuckled. "I know, only the cleaned up version, right? Same features, minus the thick stubble on the jaw and shaggy black hair, but the same build and the same blue eyes."
Steve was subtlely putting Will at his ease and very soon the boy was pouring out the same story he had told Randy – his excitement over surprising his dad with the chocolate dessert, his shock at seeing Seth fucking Nate, and then hearing Seth ask Nate to spend the night with him. Steve mostly just let him talk, only occasionally asking a question for the sake of clarity.
Will ended with the same words he had used with Randy. "I was crying, sir, but I didn't know why. I told Randy that nobody had done anything wrong, not Seth or Nate or anyone else. I mean, Seth's my dad, and I love him. We even have sex, but I'm the twins' boy and I love them and Bob and Randy, we're like a little family, so I had nothing to cry about but ... but ... here it comes again, sir ..." and his eyes brimmed with tears.
Will took a drink from the water glass beside his chair, took off his glasses and rubbed the back of his hand over his eyes. Steve smiled. "Good, you told that story very well, Will, so well that it brought tears again. OK, so I'd like to try something. Close your eyes and think back to that incident. Without telling the story over again, tell me the details you remember most sharply."
Steve's heart went out to the freckle-faced young redhead as he closed his eyes tight and frowned in thought. "The first thing is, sir, the chocolate soufflé. I was real proud of it and couldn't wait to surprise my dad. Then I remember seeing my dad fuck ... he was naked, he looked real sexy. Then I heard dad's deep voice that I love so much, but it was asking another boy to sleep with him, the same as my dad has asked me so often. And then when I went outside I kept thinking of my dad sleeping with someone else – and that's when I started to cry."
He stopped, blinking back tears, and Steve said, "Good, very good Will. Now did you notice that the things you recall best all have to do with Seth? Many times you mentioned my dad' but no one else, except a vague mention of another boy', and your dad sleeping with `someone else'. That tells me that this has nothing really to do with Nate, or the twins or anyone else – except your father. That, Will, is the source of your confusion – your relationship with Seth."
"Yes, sir. It's true, I see that now. But it's all so mixed up. Can you help me, sir?"
"That's what I'm here for, Will. You see, for you, Seth is not only your dad, or rather your step-dad. He is, to some degree, your companion, your best friend, even your lover and your fuck-buddy. It's a complex relationship that will take some time for us to sort out, so I would like more sessions with you, and with you and Seth together."
"I would like that, sir. But ... but in the meantime ... how can I ...?"
"Get over the hump?" Steve grinned. "We've got to find a way to take your immediate sadness away. And, er, this is where we come to the unorthodox part. You've probably heard there's always in unorthodox part with Doctor Steve.
"You know, my brother Randy always says that when he punishes a guy, the punishment has to fit the crime. Now I'm not for a minute suggesting you should punish Seth – there's nothing to punish him for. As you said, he's done nothing wrong. But the same principle applies. The immediate pain came when you saw Seth fucking someone else. So you, Will ..."
"... should have someone else fuck me, sir?" Will asked brightly, his eyes blinking fast.
"Very good, Will," Steve smiled. "Think of it as a kind of tit-for-tat. That will take away any lingering sense of injustice you may have. But I don't mean a guy close to you like the twins or Bob. It has to be someone else, like the `someone else' you mentioned getting fucked by Seth."
"That's easy, sir," Will grinned. "Randy said he would fuck me soon. We could do it now."
Steve frowned. "Er, I meant someone new, someone who's never fucked you before. And anyway, I have a strong feeling that Randy is focused on another ass as we speak."
Will giggled. "Oh you mean Tommy, sir. But I like getting fucked by Randy. It should be someone like him, you know ...." A lightbulb went on. "Someone like you, sir. But that wouldn't be legal would it?"
"Unethical, maybe," Steve smiled, "but no more illegal than Randy fucking you. You're over eighteen and I'm not exactly forcing myself on you. Another thing I share with my brother is affection for you, Will ... and attraction. I think it would cancel out your immediate sadness. You saw your dad fuck another boy – just a casual one-off. And you would get fucked by another man, just a one-off to make you feel better."
Will was feeling better already. "Let's do it, sir. Let's go for it."
<><> DON'T GET SAD – GET EVEN <><>
"We should use the guestroom, I think, Will. Follow me." As Will followed the doc he was already losing the pall of sadness and confusion hovering over him. This was something definite, something exciting, and as he looked at Steve's broad back and slim hips he realized how horny it made him.
Last night he had been too upset to make love to the twins. He had just clung onto them for comfort. Randy's promise to make love to him still hung in his mind, but Randy had gone to the basement to watch Tommy. Will was more than ready for Randy's look-alike brother Steve to substitute for him.
When they entered the guest room, though, Will realized this would be different from the big gypsy's fierce animal fuck. Steve was a doctor, after all, and he was methodical. "OK, Will, take off your clothes, fold them over that chair and we'll take a look."
Will was surprised at the doc's practical tone – he sounded like a doctor telling a patient to undress in the examination room. Steve picked up on his hesitancy and smiled. "I know, Will. My brother and I may look alike but the similarity ends there – no cavemen here. But hey, at least no clipboard, eh?" He flung the clipboard into a distant chair. "The shrink session is over for now. All I want to do now is make you feel good. Just lie on the bed and relax." Will did as the doc instructed – he got naked lay on his back on the bed and gazed up at the doc.
Instead of ripping off his shirt and yanking out his cock as Randy would, Steve kicked off his loafers, unbuckled his pants and took them off. He folded them and hung them over a hanger from the clothes closet. In his shirt and socks but no pants he smiled down at Will, who found this image of the doc to be surprisingly sexy – a handsome professional doctor with no pants.
Steve unbuttoned his shirt all the way down, took it off and hung it on the hanger over his pants. Will felt his cock jump as he looked at the doc who had stripped down to his underwear – a white T-shirt, white boxers and tan socks. His muscled physique bulged under the T-shirt, an effect that was different from Randy's body flexing under a ragged tank-top. The brothers were built alike but this was a cleaner, neater look – and in its way just as sexy, Will thought.
He watched as Steve walked round the room, pulled open a drawer and took out a jar of lube. He stood at the end of the bed and smiled down at Will. "I want to make clear, Will, that if at any time you are uncomfortable with what we do you have only to tell me to stop and ..."
"I know you have to say that, sir, you being a shrink and all, but I won't tell you to stop – no way. You're way sexy, doc."
Steve smiled, dropped his shorts and Will inhaled sharply. One way Steve and Randy were exactly alike was in the shape and size of their monster cocks. Steve dipped his fingers in the lube and carefully spread it over his long, thick shaft – another contrast to Randy's quick spit on his cock before driving it in. But as he gazed up at the doc, in just T-shirt and socks, his muscles flexing under his shirt as he carefully lubed his cock, Will found himself craving the sensation of that rod in his ass. One thing was sure – last night's tears were a distant memory.
"OK, Will," Steve smiled, "show me that sweet ass of yours." Will hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back. Steve knelt on the bed and gently slid his greasy finger in his ass and expertly massaged his prostate, a standard part of a medical exam. Will's cock jumped and he gasped. "Feels good, eh?" the doc grinned. "You ready for my cock now?"
"Yes, doctor. Please fuck me. I want it so bad."
Steve pulled his finger out, grasped the boy's ankles and pushed his legs back further. He pressed the head of his cock lightly against his ass, and the movement was almost imperceptible to Will as the cock eased gently inside him.
Will looked up at the pale blue eyes – Randy's eyes, except this was not Randy's fierce thrust in a boy's ass. Will relaxed his sphincter and the thick rod moved deeper and deeper until it came to rest in the inner depths. Steve's deep, seductive voice said softly. "That feel good, William?"
"Feels wonderful, sir. You can be as rough as you like."
"I'm not my brother, kiddo. I don't do rough – I do nice and easy." Which is what Steve proceeded to do, pulling slowly back then entering the boy again and again in a rhythm that became almost hypnotic. A sensual warmth spread over Will's naked body as he gazed up at the handsome face and at the bulge of the doc's muscles straining under the T-shirt.
As the pace quickened Will knew what he wanted next and went right for it. He reached up, grabbed Steve's T-shirt behind his neck and tugged it vigorously up over his head. It jerked up, clear of his torso, and Steve shook it free of his arms and flung it aside.
"Aaah," Will gasped as he saw the macho doctor, naked at last – his broad shoulders, the slabs of his solid pecs, his ripped eight-pack abs and tight waist. His mind flashed on the smart buttoned-up doctor who had first welcomed them, then focused on the naked musclehunk now probing his ass. The contrast was so sexy he almost lost his load.
He reached up and touched Steve's neck, then ran his fingers down the cleft between his pecs and traced their outline before moving down to the solid ridges of his abs, feeling them ripple as the doc rose and fell over him.
Will was floating in a sensual trance, outside of time and space, and he wanted the ecstasy to last forever – except that his cock had other ideas as it pulsed faster to his climax. Steve sensed Will's approaching orgasm, and pulled gently out of him.
He smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Will, we're not finished. To misquote and old saying for when a guy does something that hurts you – `Don't get sad – get even.' That's what we'll do. I want you to show me what position Nate was in."
Will scrambled off the bed and knelt on the floor beside it. He leaned over it and stretched his arms forward on the bed. "Ah," Steve smiled. "So now we'll get even. You ready to cum, Will?"
"Really, really close, sir. Randy can always make me cum without touching my dick."
"That's another skill my brother and I share," Steve grinned. "I guess Seth was behind Nate like this ..." The doc knelt on the floor behind Will and held the boy's hips. "Look in that mirror on the wall, kid. You like what you see?"
Will gazed at the naked doc behind him. "Are you gonna make me cum now, doctor?"
"Damn right I am, kid." Again Will felt the rock-hard cock slide deep inside him and he stared in the mirror. For an instant he flashed on the sight of Nate leaning over the bed with Seth fucking him from behind. But that image quickly blurred and morphed into the mirror reflection of himself taking Nate's place, and he was impaled on the shaft of the muscular doctor kneeling behind him.
"Now you see what I mean by getting even, Will?" Steve leaned forward against the boys back, stretched his arms forward and pinned Will's arms to the bed. He whispered in his ear. "Look in the mirror, boy, look at your doctor, at his face and his eyes. I love being inside you Will, you are such a beautiful boy. Now I'm gonna make you shoot that load that's been straining for release. Let's do it together, kiddo ..."
Steve's muscles flexed as he pulled Will's ass toward him and his cock drove deeper and deeper inside him. "Here it comes, kid. Your doc's gonna spill his load in your sweet ass ... fuck yeah ... now..! Will yelled and his body shuddered as he felt the doctor's cock erupt inside him and his own cock blasted streams of hot jizz against the bed.
It was several minutes before Will's pounding heart subsided and he felt the cock ease gently out of him. Steve hooked his hand under the boy's shoulders and pulled him to his feet. He kissed him, then held him at arm's length. "No tears this time," Steve smiled. "At the risk of sounding like a shrink I have to ask you that old question – how did you feel about that, Will?"
Will laughed. "I feel like a new boy, sir. For a minute I flashed on Seth and Nate and I didn't feel sad at all ... `cos I was getting the same treatment from a gorgeous doc. We really did even the score, didn't we, sir?"
"I believe we did, William. Now we'll rest for a few minutes before we get dressed and ready for lunch." He looked at Will quizzically. "Er, I have a feeling that Tommy is still a little tied up, so to speak, with Randy downstairs. So, er, I was wondering if you would mind going to the kitchen and help out with lunch."
"Mind? I'd love to, sir. I'll do more than help out – I'll cook the whole thing. The kitchen is where I rule. You are a great doctor, sir, and I'm a great chef. You'll see."
"I'm sure I will, kiddo," Steve smiled, pleased to see joy once again light up Will's freckled face.
<><> MEANWHILE, IN THE BASEMENT <><>
Of course Steve had been right about what was happening down in the basement. It didn't take too much intuition to predict that.
When Randy had gone downstairs he stood at the gym's open door and watched from the shadows as Tommy went through his gymnastic routine. He was wearing only tight blue spandex shorts that fit like a second skin and showed off his flawless ass to stunning effect.
His muscles flexed as he worked the parallel bars. Then Randy gasped silently when the blond gymnast vaulted off them, jumped up and grabbed the rings on ropes hanging from the ceiling. He swung there, feet off the ground, hauling himself up and down, muscles flexed taut almost as if stretched in bondage.
Randy salivated. "Oh yeah, fucking beautiful. I gotta have it... that boy, that ass ... they're mine."
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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 528
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