A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 531 By Rob Williams

Chapter 531 – "TWO `BEST BUDDIES' GET LESSONS IN LOVE?"

IN THIS CHAPTER

New boys Vic and Noah have led sheltered lives together as "just best buddies" – absolutely no sex. But their innocence and sexual immaturity are challenged by the horny, oversexed men and boys of the tribe. Older, kindly Uncle Mike befriends them and urges them to watch the sexy identical twins Kyle and Kevin make love. Fascinated, the rookies hesitantly start to experiment on each other. ___________________________________________________________________

<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>

Since office manager Brandon hired Vic and Noah as the new office assistants he was pleased to see that they had a real aptitude and dedication to the work.

They fit right in, with their conscientious work ethic. But their personal life? Not so much. The naïve, nerdy young rookies still claimed they had no interest in sex, even with each other – in sharp contrast to the horny, oversexed men and boys of the tribe.

Inevitably it was not long before the boys were, inadvertently, exposed to some pretty hot examples of man-on-man sex. On their first day of work they stumbled across the two macho bosses, Bob and Randy, having hot and heavy sex, where the near-naked construction boss pounded his lover's ass.

That same evening the friendly young gypsy boy Ben invited them to dinner. Ben was the boy of the handsome musclehunk fireman Jason, who they watched working out in his home gym. Then Ben serviced his master by sucking his cock until the fireman sprayed jizz over Ben's face. The young rookies spent that night in Jason and Ben's guestroom where they slept in the same bed for the first time. But they kept their distance, and no thought of sex entered their minds.

Next day, construction boss Randy dropped into the office and his raunchy talk of new-boy sexual initiation scared them. It fell to the tribe's co-leader Bob, to dispel their uneasiness by talking candidly with them about the men and boys of the tribe. They warmed to Bob's easy-going charm and kindness, but then sex reared its head again, and this time it was hardcore.

The macho black construction boss Zack came home on his lunch hour with his boy, the sexy black buck Darius. Bob said to the boys, "Hard work makes these guys horny and sometimes they come home in their lunch break and ... as the saying goes ... get it on. They have a favorite spot in the garden to fool around. It's visible from our guest room and I confess that I sometimes go and watch. It's quite a sight."

It certainly was, as the two black muscle-hunks let off steam in a raunchy sex session involving bondage and a fight, where the young black stud ended up fucking his master's ass with his monstrous ten-inch cock. When it was over the men smiled, embraced, and sauntered off with Zack's arm thrown over his boys shoulder.

There was a long silence at the window, then Vic said, "Sir, that was ... that was ..."

"... that was an average lunch break for those guys," Bob smiled. "They were both horny and that was their way of showing their love for each other ... and getting their rocks off. There are so many different ways to love, and almost all of them end in a big hug, as you saw."

Noah said quietly, "We don't go in for that hugging thing, sir. We're just good friends."

"Even good friends hug sometimes," Bob smiled. "Never mind. I hope you weren't too shocked by what you saw. Listen, guys, I have a suggestion. In the next few days there's likely to be a surge in office work that might require overtime and some late evenings. You told me you don't mind doing overtime, so my suggestion is that you sleep here in this guestroom for a day or two. You would be only a few steps from the office, making it easier to come and go.

"'Course, there's only this one king-size bed as you see, but you told me that you didn't mind sleeping in the same bed at Jason's. You don't have to, of course, but I thought ..."

The boys exchanged quick glances and Noah said, "We would like that, sir, thank you."

"Great. Needless to say you will be left alone in here – no late night visits from anyone – not Randy, not anyone. And before I leave, there's one other piece of advice I would give you boys.

"I told you earlier that you will never have to do anything that feels wrong to you. But the other side of that coin is, be open to feelings you might have buried because you once thought they were wrong. Be sure not to close yourself off from new sensations just because they're new. You're young, you have new worlds to explore, so don't hold back. But of course, staying just as you are is perfectly fine too, if that's your choice."

Bob's handsome face lit up with a warm smile. "Pity about that no hugging thing' as you call it, though, cos I was kinda hoping for one before you leave here and go back to the office."

The boys exchanged glances and Vic said, "Sir, we can do it with you – to thank you for lunch and the talk and ... everything. Bob opened his arms and folded them round Vic in a gentle hug. Vic could feel the muscular body under Bob's T-shirt, and Bob felt him dig his fingers into his back. "My turn now," Noah said, and his response to the hug was even tighter. When they separated, Bob looked down at their crotches and smiled. "Anything?"

They blushed. "Actually, yes sir," Vic said shyly. "Same as when Randy did it."

"Well it's a start," Bob chuckled, and left the room.

Vic and Noah grinned at each other. Both of them felt the odd sense that they had caught a glimpse of a whole new world.

========= CHAPTER 531 =========

<><> A FEELING OF BELONGING <><>

This was the second night Vic and Noah had ever shared a bed. Last night, in Ben and Jason's guest house, they had been too shy even to make eye contact and clung to their edge of the bed. It was only in the morning they realized they had shifted in the night and Vic woke with his arm resting over Noah. He had pulled back sharply and pretended it hadn't happened.

This time, however, they were more relaxed and felt freer to undress in front of each other and put on the shorts and T-shirts Bob had given them. They kept to their side of the bed but didn't cling to it like a lifebelt as they had yesterday. And in the morning when Vic again woke with his arm loosely draped over Noah, he did not yank it back as if Noah were radioactive.

They were starting to enjoy the luxury of this large guestroom and bathroom after the cramped quarters of their own small, separate apartments. This was, after all, the Boss House that construction boss Randy had entirely remodeled, mostly as a gift to Bob, the man he idolized.

The boys were looking forward to getting to work in the office, their third day on the job, and had pushed to the back of their minds the various raunchy displays of sex they had witnessed in the last two days. They took refuge in the certain belief that that was the lifestyle of these men and boys, and had nothing really to do to them.

They were wondering if they should go down to the office now, even though it was far too early, when there was a knock on the door and the young chef Will came in. They had briefly met the freckle-faced redhead yesterday and had instantly liked him. He was not as buff and muscular as most of the other boys, though definitely not skinny and nerdy-looking as they were. And, unlike them, Will was full of self-confidence.

Wearing the same green apron and chef's hat as yesterday, Will grinned, "Hi, guys. I'm glad Bob asked you to sleep here. Makes a lot of sense, so close to the office across the garden. I just came up to tell you about breakfast here. Guys go to work at different times so we always set up a buffet breakfast in the garden – help yourself, all-you-can-eat. There aren't many there this morning as the construction guys always make an early start and have already left. So get your butts down there and `bon appétit."

They were nervous of meeting new guys, the ones they had heard about but didn't yet know. But Will was right, most of them had come and gone, and only Brandon and Ryan were still eating. Noah and Vic were amazed at the choice set out on the serving table and they soon had loaded trays and sat with their boss.

After perfunctory questions about how they had slept, conversation turned quickly to the day's work ahead. They were beginning to feel they were becoming part of the team, a feeling of belonging that boosted their confidence.

After they had eaten their fill Noah offered to clear the breakfast remains away, but Brandon smiled, "Thanks for the offer, Noah, but no need. Will's gonna take care of that. He leaves a lot of the stuff out for late arrivals and coffee breaks and stuff. Come on guys, let's get to work. The phones will soon be ringing off the hook."

In the office they settled down in front of their computers and again had that warm feeling that this is where they belonged. There were the usual brief interruptions by visitors, including the macho young black guy Darius who looked in to check on his boy Ryan. When he came in, shirtless in black jeans and boots, like yesterday, Noah and Vic felt a shiver of ... of a whole mix of sensations they couldn't define.

The last time they had seen him was from Bob's window when Darius was tied up and pummeled by Zack, then got free, whipped Zack with his belt and butt-fucked him with his massive ten-inch cock. Now Darius grinned "Hi, kids," and ruffled their hair. It was such a seductive smile they wondered if he knew they had watched him and his master yesterday.

The fact was, although they had tried to push all that sexual stuff to the back of their minds, they had only partially succeeded. Even as they worked they flashed on scenes of Randy fucking Bob; Zack and Darius pounding each other; and Ben licking the sweat from Jason's body, then sucking his cock and ending up with cum all over his face.

Bob had told them it was all just different expressions of love, but they found that hard to understand. Their only exposure to love was romantic scenes they had seen in movies or read in books – a lot of kissing and stuff, certainly not the rough, physical action of these guys.

Again they took refuge in work and a few hours later Brandon said, "OK, break time. I always insist on staff taking coffee- or tea-breaks. Workers are much more productive after a short rest away from their desk. Bob wants me to go up to him and sit in on a meeting he's having with bankers. Ryan, would you mind taking care of the phones while the guys take their break?"

"Happy to dude. I wanna keep working on this new computer program that's becoming a real mind-fuck – just the kind of challenge I like."

Vic and Noah went out to the serving table where Will had left coffee brewing, juice, and pastries left over from breakfast. They helped themselves and sat at a small table in the shade, enjoying the peace and quiet. "How you feeling, Noah?" Vic asked, sounding almost like a big brother, though only a year older than Noah.

"Feeling great, dude," Noah smiled. "Real nice to be alone out here, don't you think?"

Except that they weren't alone for long, as they heard a vehicle pull up outside the gate.

<><> SENIOR WISDOM <><>

Through the gate came a man they didn't recognize. He wasn't like the men of the tribe they had met so far. "Who's he?" Noah asked. "Maybe one of the bankers late for Bob's meeting?"

"No way, he's not dressed right for that." Vic said. The man wore jeans, boots and a sleeveless flannel shirt that showed off his muscular arms. His hair was flecked with gray and he was a lot older than the tribe's other men. "Could be someone's dad. Bob's maybe?"

Noah disagreed. "Nah, Bob's dad would look classier than that. This one's real good looking but not like Bob at all. What's he doing, looking around like that? Maybe he's in the wrong house."

The newcomer eventually saw them sitting across the garden and walked toward them with a friendly smile. "Hey, guys. Do you know if Bob's home? I'm sure Randy's at the construction site, but I was hoping to catch Bob."

"He's in his office upstairs, sir, in a meeting with bankers," Vic told him.

"Ooh, don't wanna interrupt that," the man grinned. "High finance – way out of my league. I guess I'll just wait until they're finished. Is that coffee I see over there?"

"Yes, sir. And there's stuff left over from breakfast – pastries and stuff that Will made."

"Well, if Will made it I'm sure gonna get me some. Didn't have any breakfast and I've been on the road for two hours." He walked over to the table and helped himself to coffee and sausage rolls. He came back and asked, "Mind if I wait here with you, guys?" He sat down and a cheerful smile spread over his lined and stubbled face.

"Hey, you kids must be wondering who the hell this old guy is, just strolling in here and helping himself to you guys' breakfast. Don't worry, I'm not a pastry thief, though I might become one if they're all this good. Young Will is real talented, I might kidnap him too." He chuckled at his own joke. "The name's Mike. Round here they call me Uncle Mike."

He shook their hands in turn and Vic said, "I'm Vic, sir, and this is Noah. We've just started work as office assistants ... Brandon hired us two days ago," he added with a shy smile.

"Ah, of course, I've heard all about you two on the grapevine – yeah, its tendrils spread all the way to Palm Springs. That's where I live with my boy Larry. He's why I'm here really. He came to spend a few days with his old buddy Jamie, who's working on Grady's lifeguard movie, and Larry's gonna be one of the surfing extras. But you must know all that."

"Not really, sir," Noah said, finding this older gentleman easy to talk to. "We've only been here a couple of days and haven't met many of the guys, except our boss Brandon, and Ryan, and Ben and Jason – and Bob and Randy, of course."

Mike looked at these two skinny, nondescript-looking kids and liked them at once. But they sure weren't much like the other boys here, all of them well-built, good-looking and sexy – not to mention the hunky men of the tribe. He couldn't help wondering what Randy made of them.

"Don't tell me," he grinned. "I bet when Randy met you he told you he was gonna beef you up in the gym then fuck your asses in turn, eh?"

They blushed scarlet and Mike winced. "Uh-oh, I've opened my big mouth again and planted my size-twelve boot right in it. I'm sorry, kids. Being in this place always gets my hormones going and I run off at the mouth about sex. What I said about Randy was stupid."

The boys smiled at each other and Vic said, "Actually no, sir, you were right. That's exactly what Randy said. But Brandon got mad, took him outside and gave him a tongue lashing. He said he was protecting his staff."

"The hell he was," Mike grinned. "That kid's got guts ... man I wish I'd seen that. But I'll get the story from Randy when I tell him what an asshole he's been – not for the first time. But hey, listen to me, I'm not much better. I rattle on about sex and I guess you're not into all that stuff eh? Except maybe with each other."

That brought another blush. "No, sir," Vic said firmly. "Noah and me are just good friends. We're not into sex and all that stuff."

Mike slapped his own face. "Wrong again, Mike. I'm real sorry, guys. I seem to be batting zero here, don't I?" He chuckled. "I obviously got off on the wrong foot with you boys, so why don't I go out, come back in, and start over. Pretend my silliness never happened – just another senior moment."

The boys laughed and Noah said, "Don't worry, sir. Not the first time we've been embarrassed. We've actually seen some of the guys here, er, getting it on I think they called it."

"You have? Who?"

"Well, sir," Vic said, enjoying talking to this guy. "First we saw Randy giving it to Bob, real savage. Then our new buddy Ben body- worshipped his man Jason, you know, the fireman. He licked the sweat off him after his workout, then took his cock in his mouth. And, er, yesterday we watched that guy Zack and his boy Darius.

"Hell, those two get into some real hardcore stuff."

"They did, sir. Zack tied Darius to a tree and er, gut-punched they call it? Darius got free, whipped Zack with his belt then shoved his humongous cock in Zack's ass."

"Whoa," Mike grinned, "for two kids who are not into sex you really jumped in at the deep end."

"Bob said we should watch even the rough stuff so we wouldn't be surprised by anything else we might see. Of course, he knows we would never do anything like that ourselves."

"Yeah, I get it," Mike said. "A bit like immersion therapy where you're exposed to stuff that upsets you to get your reaction."

"Oh, we weren't upset, sir," Vic said. "Just confused, really. See, Bob told us that all this stuff, even the rough stuff, was guys' way of loving each other. But it didn't look like love to us. I mean, ain't love more about kissing and cuddling and stuff?"

Mike was moved by the way they looked up at him, waiting for him explain life and love to them. "You're right kids. More often than not love is about kissing and cuddling. My boy Larry and I do a lot of that, though we fuck too. The reason you're confused is that all you've seen so far is the hot-and-heavy ways of making love."

"So what's your advice, sir?" Noah asked. "Can you help us?"

"Hmm, not sure I'm good at giving advice, kiddo – though your old Uncle Mike has been round the block a few times over the years. OK, like Bob said, all those things are fine, even whips and punches, provided each guy wants it and is not forced to do anything against his will. But I think what you need to see is an example of some tender love-making – what you call kissing and cuddling – something that don't scare you – something beautiful."

"Do the guys here do that, sir?"

"Some of them do. I'm thinking of two in particular. What's more, these two don't care who's watching. Once they've kissed they only have eyes for each other. Hmm ... I'm wondering if ..."

"Mike!" He was interrupted by an exuberant shout from Bob, emerging from the house.

<><> UNCLE MIKE HAS A PLAN <><>

"Mike, you old rascal you appear out of nowhere and there's no-one to greet you – my meeting only just ended." Mike stood up and Bob pulled him into an affectionate bear-hug.

"Don't worry about me, buddy," Mike grinned, "Vic and Noah here have been taking good care of me – that and Will's breakfast leftovers. The boys and I have been deep in conversation, solving the mysteries of love, eh guys?"

"Yes, sir," they said in tandem with winning smiles. "But sir," Vic added, "we've got to get back to the office, our coffee break is over. But, er, can we talk to you again? Will you be staying here?"

"If Bob agrees, and he can find a bed for me to sleep in," Mike smiled. "And of course we can talk again, I'd like that. Here's my business card, I'll write my cell number on it. We'll surely bump into each other again, and I'd like to spend more time with you." He pulled out a pen and wrote on his card. "Call me any time, kids. I'm always available to cool guys like you."

Impulsively Noah flung his arms round Mike, then Vic too hugged him tight. "Brandon will be waiting for us," Noah said. "Thank you for the talk, Uncle Mike."

They ran off to the office and Bob looked at Mike wide-eyed. "Wow, what did you do to those kids, Mike? Wave a wand, put a spell on them? I haven't seen them as happy as that since they were hired. And as for hugging, they insisted they never do that. It was like pulling teeth to get them to hug me."

Mike chuckled. "I dunno, Bob. I probably just said the same kind of things you've already told them. Must be that father image I have – or in their case, grandfather. They felt safe with an older man past his sexual prime. You got time for a chat, Bob, before you go back to work?"

"Of course. Let me freshen your coffee, grandpa," Bob laughed. He poured two cups and sat at the table with him. "Actually, my meeting's over. Had those bankers eating out of my hand."

"They probably wanted to suck your dick, like everyone else does."

"Seriously, though, Mike, they were impressed at how well the Company's doing, the money's rolling in. It's all thanks to Randy really. He has such a great reputation in the business – brings every project in on time and under-budget. The man's a dynamo."

"I don't doubt it. But how's he been treating you and all the other guys? Not pulling any of his usual stunts?"

"Mike, he's wonderful, you know that. Really, I'm nuts about him – more every day. Course, he can still piss me off – like when he met the new boys and did his usual macho number – promising them a gym workout and a good fuck at the end."

"I know, the boys mentioned that – and of course they're not into any of that stuff. But I'll have a talk with Randy – the boy needs a lecture sometimes and I'm the guy to give it to him."

Bob laughed, "I have no doubt about that – you're the only man who can do that without getting slugged. The man idolizes you. But, er, tell me what you made of Vic and Noah."

"Hmm, interesting. I put my big foot in it several times until I realized they were not into guys – not into sex at all, they say. Is that even possible?" Mike chuckled. "Surely something makes their dicks hard. Tell you the truth, Bob, I didn't buy it. Owning a bar you get pretty good at how to read men, and once or twice I caught the way they looked at each other. Take it from me, buddy, they were not the looks of `just good friends' that they claim to be."

"I got the same feeling, Mike. And there's another thing. Each time they saw guys having sex they could have simply walked away. But they didn't – they watched the whole thing. Even Zack and Darius, whips, bondage and all."

"Yeah, they told me about that. But the thing that puzzles them most is how you told them all those things were expressions of love. Their view of love is what they see in the movies – kissing and cuddling as they call it. Seems they haven't seen any of that here – yet. It gave me an idea, Bob, which you might not go for `cos it involves your twins, Kyle and Kevin."

He explained his plan and Bob listened intently. "It's an idea Mike, and I think the twins would be ideal. But it all depends if they agree. I do know they are not shy about what they do together. Before they came here they kept it a secret, scared that people would condemn them. But they've loosened up a lot and they're proud to show it off – to us guys at least. Come back to the house and have lunch with me, and we'll talk it over."

<><> THE TWINS TAKE CHARGE <><>

Comfortably installed in Bob's office at the Boss House, Bob was pouring white wine for Mike and himself prior to lunch. He had alerted the twins that Mike was here and asked them to bring lunch up themselves when it was ready.

"So why didn't you alert us you were coming, Mike? We knew you would sooner or later."

"Ah, if I'd called ahead you'd have made all sorts of arrangements for me, and you know how I hate that. Plus I was eager to see how Larry's doing with this surfing thing of Jamie's. He's real stoked about this lifeguard movie with Grady. I've closed the bar for a few days for renovations and resurfacing the parking lot, and I'd like to stay here if I wouldn't be in the way."

"Don't be daft, Mike, you could never be in the way. Randy would be mad as hell if you didn't stay with us, and we wouldn't want him to go all caveman, would we? He'd probably tie you down to stop you leaving."

"Hmm," Mike smiled, "that has a certain ring to it – being tied down by that gypsy hunk. But you would know all about that, buddy."

"Actually it's all arranged, Mike. Jamie and Mark want you and Larry to have their guestroom."

For a while Bob regaled Mike with the stories and dramas of the tribe, until there was a knock at the door and the twins came in bearing trays. "Jesus," Mike said, "you guys get even more gorgeous every time I see you. One would be a knockout, but two identical specimens are enough the make an old guy cream his shorts."

He stood up, opened his arms and hugged them in turn. "Guys," Bob said, "do you have time for a glass of wine with us? We had something we wanted to run by you."

"Of course, sir," Kyle said. "Lunch is pretty well ready and Will can take it from here." They sat down and Bob and Mike explained what they had been discussing earlier.

"The thing is," Bob said, "Mike and I think there's more to Vic and Noah than meets the eye – this just-good-friends thing. They're like babes in the wood, and part of their shyness, I think, is that they feel physically inferior to all the guys they meet. That nerdy look, I mean."

"We haven't really met them yet," Kevin said, "but we think their innocence is really sweet. We thought they were lovers – everyone did. So when we heard they were not into sex but had watched you and Randy, then Zack and Darius, we thought what a shock that must have been. Enough to put them off sex forever."

"That's just the point we wanted to make, boys," Mike said. "They talked openly to me and it seems there's no way they can equate those rugged sex scenes with making love. If they think about love at all, they imagine it's all sweet and tender like in the movies. That's what they really need to see."

Kyle smiled, "That's easy, Uncle Mike. They should watch us, eh Kev? We don't do bondage and domination – only on special occasions," Kyle grinned. "If they were to watch us they'd see love pure and simple. It would be less threatening – more like what they think it should be."

Mike smiled, "How about these guys, eh Bob? We're concerned they might reject our plan and then they go and propose it themselves. Maybe they've been your boys so long they can read your mind."

"Let's just say we and Bob think alike, sir." Kevin said. "OK, so it's a deal. Most days we and Will take a break in the late afternoon after basic dinner prep is finished and we have an hour before we start cooking. That's when we go up to our apartment and make love. Will comes with us quite often and watches, he enjoys that – even joins in sometimes."

Kyle took over. "So how about we come up here instead, and bring Will, sir? Vic and Noah will be just getting off work then. You and Uncle Mike can watch too. Gives love-making an extra edge when we have an audience – helps us show off how in love we are. Sound like a plan?"

Bob leaned back in his chair and raised his hands. "Mike, sometimes I have the delusion that I'm the boss around here. But as you can see – it's just a delusion. These guys take charge and I do what I'm told. OK, boys, it's your show."

<><> LOVE, PURE & SIMPLE <><>

Just before the business office closed for the day Bob phoned Brandon and asked him to send the new boys up to him in his house. "Mike and I are in the master bedroom. Don't worry, nothing for them to be nervous about."

But they were nervous anyway, especially after yesterday when they went to see Bob and watched from the guestroom as Zack and Darius did all that domination stuff. What would it be this time? "But Uncle Mike is there this time, Noah, and he's a real good guy," Vic said. And when they went into the master bedroom their anxiety disappeared as they were greeted with big smiles from Bob and Mike. They sat close to Mike.

"Hi, guys," Bob said. "First, I have an apology to make. Yesterday up here I encouraged you to watch Zack and Darius, and I realize now that was too much to take in. I wanted you to be aware of even the rough stuff that goes on here so you wouldn't be shocked if ever you saw it by chance. I also wanted you to know that whatever the other guys do, it does not involve you and nobody will make you change the way you are."

Mike took over. "It was my idea, kids, to show you something else – kind of the other extreme. When we talked earlier you asked me if there are guys here who make love tenderly – `kissing and cuddling', is how you put it. Well, I wanna prove to you that there are. Bob tells me you haven't met his twins properly yet. So here's your chance. They're on their way up here."

A minute later the door opened and the twins came in with Will, all wearing their dark green aprons and chef's hats. Will pulled his hat off, shook out his red hair and smiled. "Hey guys, good to see you again. Brandon treating you well?" They nodded shyly.

Will pulled two bottles from his deep apron pockets and grinned at Bob. "Sir, I brought two bottles of that Chardonnay from Napa that you like so much. Shall I pour?" While he rustled up some glasses the twins approached Vic and Noah with warm identical smiles.

"Hi, guys, we haven't really met yet, we've always had our heads down in the kitchen. I'm Kyle and this is my brother Kevin, though you prob'ly won't be able to tell us apart. Only Bob can, and Will too most of the time. Never mind, we both answer to either name. We're Bob's boys and Will is our boy."

They shook hands then pulled off their aprons. Underneath they were, as usual, dressed in white – identical white shorts and polo shirts. Kevin smiled, "And now that we've thoroughly confused you, we are going to be very rude and ignore you all for a while. See, this is the time of day when we relax before the dinner rush. And we have our own special way of relaxing. So please excuse us. You have Bob, Will and Uncle Mike to take good care of you, so ignore us ..."

"... or not," Kyle smiled mischievously. "Your choice."

Vic and Noah were distracted by Will at their elbow pouring their wine. When they looked up again, the identical twins were standing by the bed gazing at each other. Mike had been right when he said earlier that `these two only have eyes for each other'. Bob said quietly and with a touch of pride, "Beautiful, aren't they? But you don't have to watch, guys."

"Oh, we want to, sir," Vic said. "You're right, they are beautiful – and exactly alike. They're a lot different from Zack and Darius."

"You're about to see how different," Bob chuckled.

As they sipped wine, Bob, Mike and Will were relaxed and in good spirits, having seen the show before. But Vic and Noah were excited. Feeling comfortable in the company of three men they liked and trusted, they concentrated on the handsome brothers, knowing for sure there would be no rough stuff this time.

The twins smiled at each other for long seconds, and then, keeping their hands at their sides, they leaned forward until their lips met – lightly at first but with increasing passion. Every move was made in tandem, giving the impression of watching one man and his mirror reflection. The twins raised their hands and stroked each other's cheeks as they kissed. When at last their mouths separated they softly kissed each other's eyes.

Finally they pulled back, reached forward and gently pulled their brother's shirt off over his head and let it fall to the floor, revealing their smooth, athletic torsos. They stroked each other's body, starting at the neck, then tracing the contours of the pecs and abs.

Mike leaned close to Vic and Noah. "Beautiful bodies, don't you think, kids?"

"Yes, sir," they replied. The twins' perfectly proportioned physiques were flawless, tanned golden. But in truth, the mesmerized boys were focused not on the bodies but on the twins' eyes penetrating each other with a slight smile all the time. They got the odd feeling they were talking to each other through their eyes. Maybe this is what love looked like, they thought.

The twins' hands were now at the other's waist and, in perfect sync, they unbuttoned their brothers' shorts until they fell round his feet. They slipped off their shoes and stepped out of the fallen shorts, both of them butt naked, sharp tan-lines accentuating the round white globes of their asses. Their smiled broadened as they wrapped their arms round each other in a loving embrace, their bare bodies and their lips pressed together.

Mike whispered, "How's that for `kissing and cuddling', eh kids?" He noticed that Vic's hand was pressed over Noah's as they both watched mesmerized. Mike looked at Bob and signaled their hands with his eyes, making Bob smile knowingly."

As the twins pressed against each other and their stiff, identical cocks rubbed together, it seemed as if their eyes signaled some mutual decision. Loosening their grip only slightly Kevin bent his knees and slid down Kyle's body until he was kneeling on the floor. Kyle's cock was pointing straight at his brother's face, and Kevin kissed it, ran his tongue up the whole length, then opened his mouth and let Kyle slide it all the way down his throat.

As Kevin made love to his twin's cock, the boys frowned and Noah said quietly to Bob, "But they're brothers, sir."

"Brothers who are in love, Noah," Bob smiled.

Noah was too engrossed in the twins' next moves to reply. Kyle pulled his cock out of his brother's mouth and he sank to his knees facing Kevin. Again they smiled and kissed and then fell sideways on the floor – in opposite directions. Their moves were almost balletic as they eased along the carpet on their sides until each boy was facing his brother's cock.

The new boys gasped and Noah instinctively squeezed Vic's hand. In perfect harmony, each twin closed his mouth over his brother's cock and swallowed it all the way down.

Soon they were sucking eagerly, and Bob said quietly to the boys, "This is called sixty-nineing, boys. They are making love to each other's cock, giving and taking – each one giving exactly the same pleasure as he is feeling. Sometimes when I watch this I stand up, stroke my cock, and shower them with my jizz."

As they tried to picture this, and watched the twins make love, the boys' hands slid robotically over the bulge in their brother's shorts. They were aware only of the stunning sight of the beautiful twins lying naked on the floor making love.

They came out of their trance when the scene suddenly changed. The twins separated, got to their feet and kissed beside the bed. Again there was a fleeting impression they had silently communicated, and Kevin got on the bed and lay on his back. Kyle stood at the foot of the bed, stroked his wet cock and smiled down at his waiting brother.

Kevin hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back, offering his ass to his twin. Kyle knelt on the bed, held his cock and pushed the head between the cheeks and against the furry hole.

Now the boys were really alarmed and Vic turned to Mike. "He can't sir ... they're brothers ... it's illegal."

Mike treated them to his most avuncular smile. "Not really, kiddo. They're not making babies or anything. What you're looking at, boys, is love pure and simple. And this is the way they, and millions of others, make love – kissing, cuddling, sucking and fucking. This is what I wanted you to see. This is the final act. You sure you wanna watch?"

"Definitely, sir," they said together. They held their breath as they watched Kyle slide his wet cock inside his brother, all the time gazing into his smiling eyes. When his pubic hair was pressed against Kevin's ass he leaned forward and they kissed.

They never stopped kissing as Kyle pulled back, then eased in again, and again and again. Kyle's own dimpled white globes flexed hard as his hips rose and fell over his brother's smooth muscular body. It was a tender, loving, act, emotional as much as physical – spiritual even. .

They watched mesmerized for several minutes until suddenly Kyle pulled out and they nimbly swapped positions. Kevin was on top now and watched his brother pull his legs back to offer his ass. As the brothers were identical this scene looked exactly the same as before and the new boys blinked in confusion as Kevin pushed his cock in his brother's ass and they kissed.

Noticing their bewilderment Bob said quietly, "Like I said, they are giving and taking, each experiencing the same pleasure as his brother gave him. Part of making love is sharing – and my twins share everything, especially themselves."

The scene became even more dizzying as the twins changed position repeatedly, alternating top and bottom. "This is known as flip-fucking, boys. Kyle and Kevin do it all the time."

"Does it go on and on, sir?" Noah asked.

"As long as they can without cumming ... you know, reaching their climax. And I think they're almost there. Watch."

There was a heightened intensity now as the brothers kissed and fucked, first one on top, then the other. The flip-fuck finally ended and they both knelt on the bed facing each other. They each stretched one arm forward and rested a hand on their brother's shoulder. Their free hand reached down, closed round their brother's cock and started stroking.

Their eyes were now locked on each other and even the new boys, inexperienced as they were, sensed that it was their eyes, rather than the stroking, that was bringing them to a peak of passion. Bob whispered, "This is love, kids, pure and simple. Watch what it does."

The twins' smiles grew broader, their eyes sparkled and they started to laugh. Their laughter and passion grew ever more joyful until they threw their heads back and shouted "Yes!" as semen spurted from their cocks and splashed over their rippling bodies.

Drenched in their brother's juice they fell against each other and rolled over the bed locked in each other's arms. Their laughter subsided at last and they lay still, on their sides facing each other. They leaned in for one last lingering kiss, then sprang apart and stood up, to enthusiastic applause from the onlookers – even from Vic and Noah, caught up in the joy of the moment.

<><> THE ROOKIES MEET THE TRIBE <><>

Suddenly the twins were back to business. Each boy picked up a discarded chef's hat and, grinning broadly, planted it on their brother's head. Naked, except for the hat, they smiled and Kyle said, "Will could you make a start on dinner while we shower. Can't walk into the kitchen like this, but we'll be down shortly."

"Sure thing, sirs," Will said, then looked at the new boys. "See you at dinner, guys."

He left quickly, the twins picked up their clothes and aprons and headed to Bob's shower. Bob and Mike were left with the new boys and Mike said, "How you doing, kids?"

Their eyes were shining. "That was amazing, sir," Vic said. "Was that love?" Noah asked.

"As pure as you're ever gonna find it, kiddo. That's what I wanted you to see. Not so many years ago, before they came to the tribe, the twins hid what they did from everyone. They weren't ashamed of it, but they were scared of what other people would say – they would insist that it was wrong. But Kyle and Kevin knew that real love is never wrong, no matter what others say. I want you to remember that, boys.

"And when they met Bob their lives changed. In the tribe they at last found a bunch of guys who not only agreed with them, they celebrated the love the brothers shared."

Bob smiled, "OK, now here's another first for you, boys. Up to now you haven't joined the tribe in one of our big meals together, but I hope you will join us this evening at dinner. Will assumed you would be there."

Vic and Noah exchanged nervous looks, and Vic said. "Thank you, sir, but I don't think so. I mean, we're different from the other guys, all those good-looking, buff men and boys. We know we're plain and skinny, the other boys would laugh at us. We're just ..."

"... you're just Vic and Noah," Bob said sternly, "two young men who Brandon admires enough to hire ... two boys who are a respected part of the team here ..."

"... two boys who I thought had become my friends," Mike added, looking hurt. "I'm sorry you would be ashamed to be seen with me at dinner."

Bob suspected that Mike was just acting hurt, and had skillfully even hinted they were ashamed of him. Of course the boys rushed in to correct that. "Sir, we never meant that at all. We want to be your friends."

Bob said, "But do you really think any of our guys would laugh at you? You've met plenty of them already, has anyone laughed at you?"

"No, sir, everyone's been real nice," Noah said. "I'm sorry, sir. We just ... we just ..."

"Vic, Noah," Bob said formally, "it would be a great pleasure for me to invite you to dinner as my guests."

"Thank you, sir," they said in tandem.

Mike beamed. "Good, it's a date then. Now, are you gonna show me the guestroom Bob has lent to you? I wanna make sure it's good enough for my new pals."

As the boys happily made for the door Bob said quietly to Mike. "Buddy, could you take care of them at dinner? It could be a bit overwhelming for them and I know they feel safe with you. I'll be busy keeping the other guys in line."

"Be my pleasure, Bob. I like the kids. Believe it or not, I was shy and skinny like them when I was their age – `course that was about a thousand years ago." Chuckling, he followed the boys to their room and they stayed there gossiping until dinnertime.

Young chef Will had recently been browsing in a junk store and had come across an old-fashioned dinner gong that must have been used years ago in some grand house. He brought it home, cleaned it up, and proudly pounded on it to announce major meals. Mike and the boys now heard its booming call from the guestroom and Mike grinned, "Seems like we've been summoned, kids. Take a deep breath, stick with me and you'll be just fine."

When they went down to the garden most of the tribe was already gathered round the large table set up on the lawn. The boys hesitated, but fortunately all the attention was focused on Mike, with shouts of welcome to the much loved "Uncle Mike!" Will, as he ran back and forth to the kitchen, shepherded them to three chairs he had kept open for them, facing where Bob would be sitting. Brandon sat on the other side of them so they were well protected.

The noise was already loud, as it always was when the tribe got together and relaxed, with greetings, laughter and more than a few obscenities. Mike fended off all the questions hurled at him so he could keep the boys engaged in conversation. Randy walked by and ruffled the hair of Brandon and the two boys, then sat in his usual chair at the head of the table.

Pretty soon he was on his feet, banging a knife against his glass and yelling, "Listen up, guys. As you know, it's customary for us to thank the chefs who've put this magnificent spread together. Get your asses out here, guys."

"One of the traditions of the tribe," Bob told the boys, and they watched as the three chefs came out and Will stood between the twins, all wearing the kitchen uniform of dark green aprons and white chef's hats. They whipped off the hats, held them high, then swooped them down in a low theatrical bow to the raucous cheers of the large group. Caught up in the boisterous excitement the new boys found themselves cheering too.

Randy wasn't finished. "And guys, I wanna welcome two newcomers to our office and our feast. Let's hear it for Vic and Noah." The boys smiled and blushed deeply as they realized the next round of cheers was for them, Mike's being loudest of all. Bob was pleased that Randy had kept his greeting short and low-key and the crowd's attention quickly turned to their buddies and away from the new boys, much to their relief.

Mike said to Bob, "Wonder where Larry and the guys from the beach are?"

"Jamie just called, Mike. They were just dropping off Grady at the Grady House and they'll be here any minute ... oops, like now by the sounds of it."

The gate burst open and in came three bronzed young jocks, all wearing red board shorts and white T-shirts, having come straight from the Malibu beach shoot for Grady's lifeguard movie. Vic and Noah watched the three enthusiastic greetings as Jamie ran up to his blond cop Mark, Eddie into the arms of the Marine Hassan, and Larry up to Mike who stood up beside them and kissed his boy hungrily.

"So, you made it, Mike," Larry said at last. "We'll be in Mark and Jamie's guestroom, dude. I can't wait." He turned and smiled at the boys. "And you must be Vic and Noah I've heard so much about. Mike's taken a real shine to you. I hope one weekend soon you can come and stay with us in Palm Springs. Larry sat on the other side of Mike and the party was complete.

A short while later Eddie ran round the table to them, "Hi, Uncle Mike. I don't wanna interrupt your dinner, just wanted to introduce myself to Vic and Noah. Hi, guys, I'm Eddie, the Marine's boy – that hunk sitting over there. I know you and me are gonna be pals, I can tell. Anything you wanna know about the tribe, ask me `cos I know it all, like where the bodies are buried ... everything." He tapped his temple. "It's all up here.

"Soon we'll have a long chat, though I generally do all the talking. Hassan says I talk too much and he's prob'ly right, but I always say if you've got something important to say, get it out. Fr'instance, I gotta tell you all about my new job as cameraman on this big new movie. We just came from the beach, and dudes," he raised open palms, "you...would ...not...believe ... "

He was interrupted by Hassan yelling "Eddie!" from the other end of the table. "Oh, his master's voice. Hassan wants me – and you don't say no to a Marine. But we'll talk in the next few days. You are sticking around, ain't you? Like forever? Good to meet you, dudes."

Eddie ran off as abruptly as he had arrived, and Mike grinned, "So, that was Eddie, but good luck getting a word in sideways when you next meet. But, er, was Eddie right? Are you sticking around here – like, forever?"

Vic looked at Noah and smiled. "It's kinda looking like it, sir."

<><> NO HARM IN IT, IS THERE? <><>

After dinner Vic and Noah went straight to their guestroom in Bob and Randy's house, as it promised to be a long day tomorrow. As Bob had forecast, a surge in office work would call for a lot of overtime, which the boys welcomed as they enjoyed their work – `especially when the pressure's on' as Vic had told their boss Brandon.

It had been an exciting day for them, and watching the twins had had a profound impact on them. Up till now, they had watched mostly hardcore examples of sex, but watching the twins was different. Mike had said it was an example of pure love, and they had certainly been gentle and loving with each other.

What was more remarkable – they were brothers, identical twins, and the boys would have considered that forbidden love. But the twins certainly didn't, neither did Bob or Mike. Vic and Noah had always thought of each other more like brothers, which precluded any notion of sexual love between them. The thought simply never came up. If it had it would have been distasteful to them.

But Mike's words of wisdom now rang in their ears. He had said the twins were never ashamed of making love, but in the past they had been scared of what other people would say – would tell them it was wrong. But they knew that real love is never wrong, no matter what others say. "I want you to remember that, boys," Mike had said. They couldn't forget his words.

The first night they had spent together they had been shy about undressing and each in turn had gone to the bathroom to change into boxer-briefs and T-shirts for bed. But now, as they talked excitedly about the things the twins had done to each other, issues of nudity never crossed their minds. They matter-of-factly took off their street clothes and went naked to the bathroom together to brush their teeth.

There were two sinks and a large mirror and they maintained eye contact in the mirror as they talked and brushed. In fact, residual images of the twins making love – sixty-nineing, butt- fucking, then jerking each other off – made their cock stiffen a little. But they either didn't notice or if they did, dismissed it as ... whatever it was. Didn't matter.

They even went so far as to copy the twins about what to wear. The twins had said they naturally slept together naked, and now that didn't seem like such a bad idea, as it was a warm night even with the windows open. So they didn't bother with shorts or T-shirts.

When they finally got into bed things were more relaxed than before, too. The first night they had clung to their edge of the bed. The second night they didn't cling, but they didn't touch either, until they found themselves pressed together when they woke in the morning. Now all such inhibitions and restraints flew out the open window and, like any two best buddies, they lay together in the middle of the large bed, Vic pressed lightly against Noah's back.

They said goodnight and as sleep slowly overcame them Vic instinctively draped his arm over Noah, and fell asleep. Minutes later Noah's eyes opened and for some reason he was wide awake. What had woken him ... why couldn't he sleep? Was it Vic's arm resting on him? Then he knew. His cock was hard – not just stiff, really hard. He touched it warily and it jumped.

Strangely, it didn't embarrass him. It felt nice ... really good, actually. Mike's words came back to him. The twins were never ashamed of what they felt. They knew that a feeling like this could never be wrong.' So did Noah. But he also knew he could never fall asleep like this. Then he thought of how the twins had finally handled it – and handled' was the right word. They had grabbed each other's cock and stroked it until they got release.

Very carefully Noah slid forward, out from under Vic's arm. He grabbed the edge of the bed and pulled himself forward and slipped out from under the sheets. He tiptoed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at his face, then at his cock. There was a sort of glow about him he had never seen before. Hesitantly he wrapped his hand round his cock and stroked it.

It felt wonderful ... new ... indescribable. He would do quickly what the twins had done.

"What are you doing?" He jumped, turned round and realized he had left the door ajar. And Vic was standing there. Flustered, Noah said, "Oh, nothing. I needed to pee."

"In the sink?"

"No, I ... I er ..." Then he looked down at Vic's cock – hard as a rod. "You too, uh?"

Vic came up and stood beside him, looking in the mirror. "I was thinking about what the twins did at the end. They seemed to like it ... no harm in it I suppose. I mean, they're brothers after all and ... he reached across and touched Noah's cock. Vic pulled back for an instant, but when Noah didn't protest he touched it again ... and wrapped his hand round it.

Noah quickly copied him and they tentatively stroked each other's cock. Shyness at first made them look down, but when they raised their heads they smiled at each other in the mirror. "You OK, Noah?"

"Yeah, very. No harm in it really, is there? Anything that feels this good. You think we could do what the twins did?"

"Dunno, I ..." As they stroked harder their cocks answered for them – and it didn't take long. Their hearts were pounding, breath heaving as they stroked faster and faster. It was as if some force had taken over their body ... it felt wonderful ... they had no control as they stared at each other and ..."Aaaahh!"

They sighed deeply and watched in disbelief as semen spurted out from their cocks in long streams that splashed on the mirror. "Aaaah ... aaaah ..." They stared at each other, each boy knowing the other was feeling the same incredible sensation. It seemed endless, but at last their cocks drained and they stood stunned, gazing at each other in the mirror.

They both realized what had happened. Just like the twins, each of them had given the other the exact same pleasure he was feeling. It was more than pleasure. Could it be love? But that concept was too much to handle and they pushed it from their minds. No this was just a physical thing ... for release ... a bit like peeing when you really have to go, and you sigh with relief. What had Bob called it? Getting your rocks off?

Now they were embarrassed. They turned on the taps and quickly cleaned up the mess, rubbing the mirror so hard it seemed they were erasing not only the liquid but also the reflection of what they had seen. They toweled themselves off and hurried back to the bed.

They climbed in and pulled the sheets up to their necks in a belated attempt at modesty. But when Noah turned on his side he felt Vic behind him wrapping his arm round him again, and Noah sighed with pleasure.

But they couldn't talk about what had happened. Instead, they talked about the tribe, the dinner, and the guys they had met there. "I'm glad we had Uncle Mike with us," Noah said. "I like him a whole lot. He took real good care of us, made us feel comfortable."

"Yeah, and I think he's even tougher than Randy. He calls him boy', and I heard him tell Bob he's gonna give him a talking to cos he needs a lecture sometimes. Mike's boy Larry said we should go visit them in Palm Springs. I've seen pictures of Palm Springs but we've never been there. I heard Larry mention that Mike owns a ... a leather bar, I think he called it. Bob said that Zack and Darius are `into leather'. Not sure what that means either."

"Me neither," Noah said. "I liked Eddie, didn't you? He's funny, but he does talk a lot. But what did you make of his man Hassan? He's real handsome ... kinda Arab-looking ... but he looks scary. He's a Marine Captain, you know."

"And what's up with those guys who said they're working on a movie – `Grady's movie' I think they said? You think he's a movie star or something?"

"Dunno," Noah yawned, "but I guess we'll find out if we stick around long enough. And I do wanna stick around, dude, don't you?"

"I sure do," Vic said. "But we should get some sleep now. Brandon said we've got a long day tomorrow, we'll be working overtime."

"Yeah, we should, and this bed sure beats our little beds at home." Noah yawned again and his voice got sleepy. "Kinda nice to share it like this, don't you think?"

"I do. And, er, that thing we did in the bathroom. I think Bob called it a hand job or something when the twins did it. I didn't mind that either. Maybe we could even do it again."

But Noah didn't reply. He was already asleep in Vic's arms.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 532

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