A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 548 by Rob Williams
Chapter 548 – "DOC STEVE & LLOYD – MELTING THE ICE"
IN THIS CHAPTER
Cold animosity persists between Doc Steve and his handsome lover Lloyd, and their rift badly affects their anxious boy, ripped gymnast Tommy. So Steve boosts Tommy's self-confidence in an erotic role reversal where the macho doctor submits his ass to the young jock. Meanwhile, lonely, sex-starved Lloyd pines for Steve and fantasizes about him in a vividly pornographic jack-off session.
<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>
It was a lazy Sunday, the second day of the tribe's weekend party at the sprawling Grady House, given by their hosts, the heartthrob movie-star Grady and his Italian lover Mario.
As the big group of men and boys idled contentedly about the lush grounds in pairs and groups, the relaxed, mellow atmosphere was marred only by one cloud. One of the guests, the handsome psychologist Doc Steve, had fallen out with his hunky lover Lloyd. It was a deep-freeze – they were conspicuously keeping their distance from each other – no talking, no sex.
As co-host of the party, Mario determined to help melt the ice between two hot men he loved and admired. "Grady has had regular therapy sessions with Steve to vent about work and fights with the studio," he said. "Steve has helped so much and now we must do something for them."
Mario's first mission was to satisfy Steve's long-neglected sexual needs. He took the doctor to his Secret Garden a small, magical wilderness where they made passionate love.
After that Mario turned Steve's treatment over to another man. He knew that Steve was a figure of authority, a successful therapist that everyone looked up to, but he had a stubborn streak. Just like his brother – the tribe's tough gypsy leader Randy – Steve found it hard to concede he was wrong, that in fact his rift with Lloyd might be at least partly his fault.
What was needed, Mario reasoned, was a man with even greater authority than Doctor Steve. So he approached another guest at the party, an older man affectionately known as Uncle Mike, still fit and sexy even in his fifties.
Mike, the owner of a popular leather bar in Palm Springs, had come to this party with his devoted boy Larry. Mike had become close with Randy who loved him as a father figure, and Mike could be strict with the macho boss – he even called him "boy". Mario hoped Mike could be equally strict with Steve and make him see reason. Mike agreed to try, as he said he was "pissed off" watching a loving relationship fall apart.
So Mike had talked with Steve and pulled no punches – as tough and straightforward with him as he had been with Randy. "Dammit, boy, what is it with you and your brother Randy? You are both so sure of yourselves, big handsome muscle-studs that everyone lusts for. Don't either of you ever consider that you might be the one in the wrong?"
Steve was stunned. "Mike, where's this coming from? May I remind you that I know something about men. As an expert psychologist, I hear and treat all kinds of problems from my patients."
"Yeah, and I've been a bartender for thirty years, and I'd trade what I hear across my bar any day for what you hear on your Beverly Hills couch. And all your shrink mumbo-jumbo ain't working too well on your own problems uh?" Mike lectured him so firmly that it was as if roles were reversed – he was the shrink and Steve the patient. One thing he brought up was Steve's often highly unorthodox therapy methods, where he even involved Lloyd.
"Whenever you want to demonstrate some sexual solution to a patient's problem you recruit Lloyd to fuck them, blow them, fuck Tommy in front of them – whatever point you're trying get across. Have you ever thought what it really feels like to be used as a sexual prop in the little plays you enact for your patients? You can't know unless you've actually been in that position.
"For instance, here I am trying to make a point, trying to imagine what Lloyd really feels, being used as a sexual stuntman in your movie. What if I called in my lover to demonstrate?"
"Well, what if? Go ahead, Mike – demonstrate, turn the tables on me. You're the doctor here, I'm the patient. ... show me what it feels like being on the other end."
Mike abruptly sprang into action and his brawny arms locked Steve in a full-nelson hold. Then he called on his boy Larry. "Get over here, boy and help with my therapy session. Pull out your dick and fuck the doc's face. I wanna give him a demonstration – teach him a lesson."
The excited Larry willingly did as instructed by the dominant older man. It was a wild homoerotic scene as Larry fucked the kneeling doc's rugged face. After Larry poured semen down the doc's throat, Mike, as a finale, took Larry's place and sprayed Steve's face with jizz.
When it was over and Steve regained his wits and his breath, he looked up at Mike and managed a smile. "To quote that corny old movie line, Mike ... `Thanks – I needed that'."
Amid the laughter Mike said, "That's only the beginning, doctor. Now the real therapy begins – bringing you and that hunky architect together again where you belong. I can see that the next few days are gonna be a bunch of fun."
========= CHAPTER 548 =========
<><> BUT WHAT ABOUT TOMMY? <><>
When Uncle Mike and his boy Larry emerged from the hidden clearing, followed by a chastened Doc Steve, Mario and Grady were eagerly waiting to greet them. Mario smiled expectantly at Mike who said, "Well, we made a start."
Steve grinned. "Ah, Mario, now I get it. Would this be another of your famous plots you've been hatching, you devious Italian?" He patted Mario's shoulder. "Just kidding, dude, I know you had the best of intentions. And, like Mike said, I guess we did make a start, though Lloyd and I are not out of the woods yet by any means."
"But at least you have all agreed to stay on here after all the party-goers leave later this evening. We will be a nice intimate group, much more conducive to harmony than this boisterous crowd, bless their hearts."
Steve and Lloyd had previously decided to get away somewhere to sort out their differences, and Mario had suggested they stay right here for a few more days when the party was over. "Without the formality of a hotel this is a perfect place to unwind. You will be well taken care of here, and we will leave you alone whenever you prefer to just be with each other."
Mario made the same offer to Mike and Larry who had been working hard and wanted to get away for some rest and relaxation. The offer had been gratefully accepted by all concerned.
With a satisfied smile Mario sad, "Ah, I see Danny approaches with an update."
The blond chef smiled, "Hello, sirs. Mario, just to let you know that Brian and Brandon have cleared away breakfast and we are planning for lunch at one and dinner at six o'clock. We thought an early dinner was best as most of the guys are leaving afterwards."
"Good thinking, Danny. And Tommy is helping you and the other chefs in the kitchen?"
"Er, yes, sir ..." Danny frowned and started to say something but bit his tongue.
"Come on, Danny. It's clear you have something on your mind and you know you can tell us anything – we're your family."
"Well, sir, ... as the doctor is here, I just ... I know it's not my place to say this, but Tommy is my boyfriend and I hate to see him upset."
"Danny," Steve said, "I'm glad you spoke up – Tommy is very important to Lloyd and me. You're so close to him that you know what he's thinking and feeling, so please tell me."
"He, er, he's feeling real unhappy about ... well you know, this thing with you and Lloyd. He's feeling insecure. He loves you both, you're his family, and he's scared that you might even split up. He even asked me if I think there would be a job for him here at the Grady House if ... if that happened."
"Oh no, no ..." Steve pulled Danny into a hug. "No, things are nowhere near that, Danny. But I'm glad you told me `cos it makes me realize how remiss I have been in neglecting Tommy's feelings. Of course he must be churning over with anxiety and I have done nothing to reassure him." Steve smiled weakly. "Mike and Larry here have just got through showing me a few truths about myself that make me ashamed. Now I must build on that, and the first step is to calm Tommy's fears."
"Anything we can do to help, doc, you have only to ask." Grady was sincere, and felt bad for the couple, but there was a secret little part of him that relished the intrigue and the possibilities for later gossip with his boy Brian.
"Thanks for saying that Grady but this is something I have to take care of myself. But, er, there is one thing, though. It's too soon for me to have a heart-to-hearter with Lloyd, but I would like everyone to be friendly with him – oh, nothing forced or exaggerated, just casual conversation. I don't want him to feel that all the attention is directed to me – that would make him feel isolated. Of course I know no one here would take sides, but he could get that impression.
"We know just what you mean, doc," Grady grinned. "It's time I made the rounds again. The guys always like teasing me – the verbal equivalent of throwing bread at me as they do when I make a speech at meals. Could turn into a minor riot and I'll make sure Lloyd is in the thick of it."
Mario laughed, "You see, signori. Grady does have his uses after all. And you thought he was just a pretty face."
When the laughter faded Steve said, "Another thing I suggest is to keep all this very low key. I know guys are talking already, but Lloyd would hate feeling that he and I had become a major issue. So Danny, I don't want to come to the kitchen to speak to Tommy, but perhaps you could ... I dunno ... tell him that I asked for a margarita, and he'll no doubt offer to bring it to me."
"Will do, sir." Danny ran off and Steve turned to Mike and Larry, Mario and Grady.
"Guys, I gotta confess that I was feeling confused and helpless about all this. You know that old phrase – `physician heal thyself'? Well this physician had no clue how to heal himself, or Lloyd. As a man who spends his life treating other guys with relationship issues, I'm hopeless at looking at myself." He chuckled. "Until Mike and Larry made me see myself, using a crazy technique not unlike the wilder therapy methods I sometimes use.
Mario, Grady, there's nowhere more conducive to healing wounds than this magical world you have created here, and I thank you for all your help."
"È il nostro piacere, amico, Mario smiled. "Here, here," Grady grinned ... "whatever he said. Hey, I think the troops are getting restless. Better go and get some bread thrown at me."
Grady ran off to a raucous greeting from the crowd, including Lloyd.
<><> STEVE & TOMMY <><>
The four guys left Steve on his own, sitting at the same table as before, only now he was not nervous and morose. Now he had a sense of purpose. And he didn't have long to wait.
He saw Tommy coming toward him bearing a tray. The blond ex-gymnast was wearing his usual tight black pants and the burgundy T-shirt that constituted his work uniform as manager of Steve and Lloyd's house in the Hollywood Hills.
The pants had been designed by Lloyd to show off Tommy's exquisite ass, a tribute to his years as a gymnast and an ice-skater before that. Lloyd was an avid butt-man – actually an avid everything when it came to beautiful men, and Tommy certainly qualified as that, with his blond hair, classically handsome features and chiseled physique.
When he reached the table and put the tray down Steve saw that it contained two glasses, a plate of salt and a pitcher of margaritas. Tommy smiled, "The kitchen currently has four chefs in it, and five's a crowd, so I thought I might join you for a while, sir, if that's OK."
"You know I'd be delighted," Steve beamed. "I always enjoy your company, you know that, but you're always working so hard that we don't get that many opportunities to talk. As a matter of fact, I was wanting to have a word with you, Tommy." He smiled. "Actually, that's why I asked Danny to tell you I needed a drink."
"I guessed it was something like that, sir. And it's about you and Lloyd, I suppose."
"You're right, of course – and I have to start with an apology. In all this unpleasantness between me and Lloyd I have neglected you. It was Danny who opened my eyes to that. He loves you very much, Tommy, and he hates to see you anxious and sad."
Tommy concentrated on the tray. He pressed the rims of the glasses in the salt, then poured the margaritas. Without raising his eyes he said. "Sir, you don't have to ..."
"Yes I do, Tommy. I was so wrapped up in my own problems that I lost sight of the impact on you. You are an intimate part of our family, so any discord must of course affect you profoundly. I should have kept you informed of what was going on, which I'm doing now."
Tommy smiled gently. "I saw you disappear into the bushes with Uncle Mike and Larry and figured that Mike might be doing the same number on you that he has often done with Randy."
"You figured right, Tommy. Mike is a tough old bird who loves us all and gets pissed when he sees any of us fighting. I can see why Randy looks up to him as a father figure. He sure didn't pull any punches in making me see sense. Said I was as arrogant as Randy – we always think we're in the right in any fight."
Steve chuckled. "He even ended up using a page from my own shrink playbook, the one where I sometimes involve you and Lloyd in therapy sessions with patients. It was as if he was the shrink and me the patient when he demonstrated how Lloyd must feel being used as a prop in my little scenes. Mike recruited his boy Larry, who seemed thrilled being ordered to give the doc a savage face-fuck. He sure made me see things from a different angle – on my knees!"
Tommy laughed as he took another sip of his drink. "I do love Uncle Mike, and Larry too, everyone does. It's great to see the devotion between a virile young guy and an older man."
"Well, he knocked the arrogance out of me, which I didn't even know I had. It's hard sometimes for a shrink to look critically at himself. And now I have to begin putting things right – starting with you, Tommy. It's a bit too soon for me to have that necessary `big talk' with Lloyd, but talking to you could help me see things more clearly.
"I promise to talk to you as a friend, not as a shrink, but I have to begin with a shrink-type question. Could you explain to me what your feelings have been about your life with us, even before the shit hit the fan between Lloyd and me?"
"Hmm," Tommy hesitated, before warming to his topic. He took another long drink and said, "Sir, in my past, before I even came to the tribe, I used to have three-ways with guys, but no matter how good they were, there was always a sense that two of the guys were more into each other than the third, who often felt left out. That's kind of how I felt with us three.
"I mean, it's kind of inevitable with us cos you and Lloyd are successful professional men – a doctor and an architect – and I'm just the houseboy, known mostly for the way I look, the gymnast body and what Lloyd calls my killer ass'.
"See, I love you, sir, and lust for you, but I always sensed you didn't really feel the same love for me that I felt for you. Actually, I feel closer to Lloyd as we have sex with each other a lot more than you and I do. Course, that's mostly because Lloyd's a butt-man and loves my killer ass'."
Steve sighed. "Yeah, Mike said that I didn't mention the word love much – said I seem to have delegated that to Lloyd and you, who made love more often than we did. Again, that's my fault, Tommy – so involved in my own therapy practice that I haven't given you enough attention – even though my cock stiffens whenever you walk into a room. But although I don't show it, I love that you are a part of Lloyd and me, a big part of our little family up in the hills.
"So Tommy, it really hurts to hear you say you are `just the houseboy'. We don't make that distinction – we both love you, dude. Sure, we are busy professionals, but you manage our house and our lives impeccably. We're a team, Tommy – a family of three."
Tommy said softly, "Thank you for saying that, sir."
"But on that other topic that Mike brought up. How did you feel whenever I called you in to demonstrate something sexual for the benefit of my patient – either alone or with Lloyd?"
Tommy smiled. "Sir, you know what a show-off I am, and love to see guys salivate over me. I also love when Lloyd fucks me, he's such a hot stud. But when you used us in your therapy it always seemed a bit mechanical. There again, I had that feeling that you were not really into me, or Lloyd for that matter. You were naturally focused on your patient's reaction, that's your job, and when you got what you wanted you said, `thanks guys' and we were no longer needed."
Steve frowned. "So what I hear you saying is that you and Lloyd didn't object to performing sexually in front of those guys, it was the way I asked you and treated you – as Mike said, like sexual stuntmen in a movie."
Tommy looked at Steve and tears brimmed in his eyes. "Bottom line, sir, is that I love you. I love you and Lloyd and I hate the thought of you ever splitting up."
Steve reached over and pressed Tommy's hand. "Thank you, Tommy. Matter of fact I believe we all three love each other – and it's not the kind of lopsided three-way you mentioned before.
"If there's any fault to be assigned here, it's mine. As I keep saying, I neglected the family, the more absorbed I became in my job. I was the big-shot high-priced Beverly Hills psychologist – Mike was right when he said it was a kind of arrogance. And now I have to put things right. As I said, Tommy, starting with you.
"So how are we going to do that, Tommy? All my therapy training doesn't help here. This is a personal thing between you and me. I don't want to sound crude here but, would sex help?"
Tommy chuckled. "That does sound a bit crude, sir. But let me put it another way. When did we last make love, sir – just you and me?"
Steve wrinkled his brow but couldn't come up with an answer. "Point taken, Tommy. But it's not for lack of desire. As I told you, my dick gets hard whenever you walk into a room. It sure did when I saw you walking across the lawn with that tray. How about you?"
"Sir, I've had a hard-on ever since I sat down here."
Tommy grinned mischievously and lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know what I would really like, sir? When I worked as assistant manager at the hotel before coming here, it's no secret that I supplemented my wages by privately entertaining male guests in their rooms. I always started by stripping slowly – I liked that part; I was good at it – and then inevitably had sex with the customer. I didn't like that part – though I was good at that too.
"Thing is, I always had a fantasy that one day I would do that for a guy, strip and all – but then when I had sex with him, I would actually fall in love with him and end up living with him. `Course, that never happened ..."
"Until now?" Steve smiled. "Man, I do love making fantasies come true. My room or yours, Tommy?"
<><> A SHAMELESS EXHIBITIONIST <><>
Tommy flashed back to those days when he would visit hotel guests after hours. "Er, why don't you go up to your room, sir, and wait for me while I clear away these drinks? Won't be long."
Steve was surprised to feel his heart beat a little faster as he stood up and went back to the house, careful to use a discreet route through trees to avoid attention from the other guys – or from Lloyd. This was between him and Tommy. It was the first step in `putting things right' as he had phrased it, a thought that energized him, especially as it meant giving pleasure to Tommy by playing along with his little fantasy.
He went into his guestroom, the room he had shared last night with Lloyd, Tommy and Danny, where he had kept his distance from Lloyd and slept with Danny. It had been cleaned and tidied by Brian or Brandon, the bed neatly made – as it would be in a hotel. He felt a buzz of anticipation, almost like a hotel guest waiting for the private attention of the assistant manager.
What would the hotel guest be wearing? Hm, that was pretty obvious ... not much. Had to be good and ready for his visitor. He kicked off his loafers, took off his jeans and shirt and folded them over the back of a chair. Still wearing his undershirt and shorts he lay back on the bed. On a whim, he had left his socks on too, something he imagined a nervous hotel guest would do. Then he waited, but not for long before there was a knock on the door. "Come in."
"Good evening, sir." (Although it was closer to midday). Steve's cock jerked in his shorts as he got his first look at Tommy.
He was wearing his usual tight black pants, shiny black shoes, and his torso-hugging burgundy T-shirt. But he had added the smart black matador jacket that he wore for formal occasions at their Hollywood Hills home. The jacket had been designed by Lloyd, with long sleeves and, of course, the short back that ended at the waist, matador-style, and showed off his perfect ass.
Tommy moved around the room as he always used to at the hotel, checking that everything was in order for the guest. Then he smiled, "Is there anything else you need, sir?"
"You and I both know what I need, dude."
"Very well sir." Keeping the smile in place, Tommy paused momentarily for dramatic effect, then unbuttoned his jacket and eased it off slowly over his shoulders. He turned round and bent forward slightly to drape the jacket round a chair, giving Steve a perfect view of his perfect ass straining against his tight pants.
He turned around to face the bed again and pulled the burgundy T-shirt out of his waistband, then reached behind his neck and pulled the shirt up with short tugs. Steve watched the shirt rise up over his long, sexy waist, exposing his washboard abs. It rose further to reveal the solid mounds of his pecs, before pulling all the way off over his head.
Tommy made a show of folding the shirt neatly over his jacket on the chair, then crossed the room to the light switch and dimmed the overhead spotlights slightly. An old hand at this, Tommy knew his lighting, and what showed him off to best effect.
He stood facing the bed and Steve gazed up in awe. This was one of the sexiest images of Tommy, stripped to the waist, his long waist tapering down into the tight pants, with the promise of more revelations to come.
Several of the room's walls had floor-length mirrors, giving reflections of the shirtless man from different angles. As he bent double to remove his shoes and socks Steve saw his flared back and, again, the flawless ass raised seductively in the air. Steve's hand strayed down to his own shorts and stroked the bulge under the thin fabric.
Finally Tommy unzipped his pants and pushed them down, then elegantly folded them over the back of the chair. He was wearing black briefs underneath and now the shameless exhibitionist paced round the room, aware of the spotlights playing over the rippling muscles of his near-naked athletic body as he moved.
Steve pulled his cock out of his shorts and stroked it, gazing at Tommy as if seeing him like this for the first time. In fact, it had been a long time since Steve had sat back and stared at Tommy like this. He felt just like the horny hotel guest admiring a handsome boy-for-hire putting on a show just for him.
In fact, everything Steve said had a double meaning – playing the dual role of an imaginary, paying hotel guest on the one hand, and on the other, the real man making amends for ignoring a boy's feelings. The two roles merged into one as he said, "I can cum just watching you, young man, you're so beautiful. We don't actually have to have sex if you don't want to."
"Oh, I usually do go the whole way, sir."
Steve grinned, "Through gritted teeth, uh?"
Tommy shrugged. "Sometimes, sir. But don't you want my ass? Most men do – it's what they want most."
"I'm not surprised," Steve said. "But a man as beautiful as you is worth much more than your butt, sexy as it is." Steve pulled off his T-shirt. "What I really want is more than just sex. I would ... I would like to make love to you. But I don't suppose you really do that, do you?"
"Not as a rule, sir. But for a man like you, I could make an exception." Tommy's cock strained in his briefs as he stared at the stunning man on the bed, in just his undershorts, his muscular torso gleaming under the lights, his ruggedly handsome, square-jawed face smiling up at him.
In all those years at the hotel – showing off his body to men whose only attraction was their money – this is what Tommy had dreamed of – meeting a man who was more than just a client, a man he really desired, a man he wanted to make love to – and who wanted that too.
<><> LOVE, AT LAST <><>
Tommy shed his briefs and, from force of habit, turned round to display his ass. "No," Steve said. "Oh, of course I lust for your ass, like all your other men, but I want something else. Steve got off the bed and stood before Tommy. "As I said, you are worth more than your ass, more than just a body to be worshipped. You are a man to be loved."
Steve clasped Tommy's face in his hands and gazed at his face, then ran his fingers through his blond hair. "So beautiful." He wrapped his hand round the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss, tender at first then growing in passion. When he pulled back he stroked Tommy's face, his neck, and ran his hands down his body. "Yes, to be worshipped and loved."
When his hands reached Tommy's waist, Steve sank to his knees and stared at the rigid cock inches from his face. He licked the tip ... then lowered his mouth over it and took it all the way down his throat. Tommy gasped, gazing down at the erotic sight of his own cock buried in the doctor's handsome face. He dared to touch the doc's head, grab his hair and pull his face down and back on his shuddering cock.
The image was so erotic that soon Tommy was saying, "Sir, you're going to make me cum in your mouth. I can't hold back."
Steve pulled back abruptly and got to his feet. "No, I don't want that. I want this." He dropped his shorts and lay naked on his back on the bed. Tommy gasped in disbelief as he saw the muscular alpha-male hook his hands behind his knees and pull his legs back, showing his ass.
"That's what I want, dude. I've always wanted to be topped by a gorgeous young athlete like yourself. I know, with that ass, you mostly get fucked, but are you ready for a role reversal like this? I've already lubed your cock with my mouth."
"Absolutely, sir." Tommy suddenly felt supercharged. Maybe his ass was the reason he sometimes felt demeaned. Lloyd had jokingly called him "a great piece of ass," and that was how he saw himself. But making love to the alpha doctor like this boosted his self-image, banished his sense of inferiority – as if he had changed suddenly from boy to man. He knelt on the bed, straddling the doctor, and bent low to kiss him.
Steve had the exhilarating sense of surrendering to the muscular young jock. He stretched his arms up and grabbed the corner bedposts, as if tied to them, at the athlete's mercy. His legs were still raised and Tommy eased back until he was kneeling between them. His former reticence was replaced by a confident smile as he pushed Steve's legs farther back and slid his cock between his ass cheeks.
"Aaahh," Steve sighed as he felt Tommy's cock filling his ass. Reflexively he tightened his ass muscles round it, which made Tommy smile. "That turns me on even more, sir." His cock penetrated deeper, in long gentle strokes as he bent low and kissed Steve, who responded by searching Tommy's mouth with his tongue. He was still grasping the bed-posts tight, knowing that if he touched his cock he would have to cum.
They were both on uncharted ground. The doctor saw Tommy in a new light, a passionate young jock who could take charge and dominate. And Tommy at last felt like an equal, a man who could make love, rather than just show off his body and offer his ass – as he had done as a boy-for-hire in the hotel and as he often did for Lloyd.
He pulled back from the kiss, smiled down at Steve. He clamped his hands round his wrists and pinned them to the bed. Steve's fingers loosened round the bedposts, but he was trapped. "How's that feel?" Tommy grinned. "A prisoner of the gymnast ploughing your ass."
"Feels good, only I need to touch my cock `cos I'm aching to cum."
"You don't have to touch your cock. I can make you cum just like this. But I will let you touch my body. He continued to massage the doc's ass with his cock, bringing him close to orgasm, several times before slowing down, teasing him, driving him wild with desire. When he released his arms, Steve reached up and touched the gymnasts smooth flesh, tracing his hands over the flexing muscles, pressing them against the slabs of his pecs as they rose and fell above him.
He gazed into Tommy's blue eyes. "I love you, Tommy. I haven't told you that for a long time, but it's true. Your cock feels so good in my ass, your body feels so beautiful to touch. You're an exciting man, dude, and ... and you're gonna make me shoot. Yeah, fuck yeah ... aaahh!"
Steve's body tensed, he dug his fingers in Tommy's chest as semen spurted from his cock and splashed down on his own heaving muscular chest. As he climaxed, his ass clenched round the pounding cock that flooded his ass with the juice that had been straining for release.
Suddenly they were both still, staring at each other in a trance of disbelief, until Tommy at last pulled out and fell on top of Steve. They kissed, long and passionately, then rolled over and over on the bed, kissing, licking, biting, and laughing with the joy of rediscovered love.
When their energy drained Steve briefly lapsed back into the persona of the hotel guest. "Young man, how do you feel about giving up the hotel life and coming to live with me?"
"Yes please, sir, definitely. I waited so long for someone to say that to me."
"I live in a house in the hills with a lover. You'll be one of us. You will love him and he you."
"Especially my ass, eh sir?" Tommy grinned playfully.
"Yeah that too – definitely that too." Steve wrapped his arms round Tommy and they soon dozed off.
They were sleeping so soundly that they didn't hear the door open nor see Lloyd come in. He stopped, stared, and backed out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. His mind was racing with confused and conflicting emotions as he walked slowly back out to the garden.
<><> LLOYD TIES HIMSELF IN KNOTS <><>
Up to now the focus of this little domestic drama had centered on Doc Steve, probably because he was always perceived as the most senior of the trio at the Mulholland house. Tommy too had now been comforted, and reassured that he was an equal partner in the three-way relationship.
But what of the other member of the trio, the man whose falling out with Steve was the root cause of the turmoil? What was Lloyd feeling?
Right now, as he sat alone in a corner of the garden, he didn't know what he felt. He had just seen Steve and Tommy asleep in each other's arms, obviously after making love, a sight that surprised Lloyd and knocked him off balance.
But after all, he thought, what was wrong or unusual with that? How many times had he, Lloyd, had sex with Tommy, had fucked that beautiful ass? Which Steve took in stride as a natural and acceptable part of the fabric of their lives.
And yet Lloyd was unnerved by the sight – angry? – jealous? – a bit of each probably. But why? Obviously, his confusion stemmed from his rift with Steve, which skewed his reactions to everything else.
"But what exactly was the rift? He tried, but failed, to answer that question. He couldn't even remember how it had begun. They had not had a row that created hard feelings. In fact there was nothing he could describe as hard feelings, exactly. Just ... just a distance that had grown between them and fed on itself – and here we are, he thought, barely speaking to each other.
Lloyd knew that he loved Steve. They had a great life together, two successful, well-paid professional men, a doctor and an architect. Of matching sophistication and intelligence, they had a lot in common and conversed easily about sports, politics, trivia, all the stuff that goes to make a happy life together. Sex had been great too – before the deep-freeze.
And yet ... maybe that was it – sex. Did he mean sex or making love? What was the difference? But there was a difference. Lloyd had an attraction to beautiful men, bordering on an obsession. Steve was certainly a beautiful man, but the difference there was that they made love too ... didn't they? Hm, when had they last expressed their love each other? He couldn't remember – it was kind of taken for granted.
"So it had come down to sex ... fucking. Ah, that's where the problem lay – he didn't feel they were sexual equals. He sensed that the rest of the tribe thought of Steve as the dominant partner – domestically as well as sexually.
And it was true wasn't it? Like the times Steve had called him into a therapy session to perform sexually in some way for the patient. He had not minded doing that – sex was sex – but it sure felt like being taken for granted ... ! ... performing on cue. And when Steve was concentrating on his work, which was most of the time, Lloyd felt like an afterthought – more like Steve's boy than his lover, a boy waiting for the master to pay attention and take him to bed.
And even then sex had become routine, a physical act without the added dimension of love, of making love. Which was why Lloyd so often found sexual release in Tommy and his seductive ass. Maybe his automatic sex with Steve – wham-bam-thank-you-man then turn over and sleep – was what infected all other aspects of their life together. Lloyd came back to his earlier thought that the rift between them, which began in bed, had grown wider and fed upon itself.
Had it grown beyond repair? After so long, could it be salvaged? Why couldn't they simply say that they loved each other and leave it at that? It was true after all. But after all the coldness would it even sound true? If it rang hollow it might make things even worse.
Lloyd sighed. All this soul-searching had left him even more confused than before. He realized that he was waiting for Steve to find the solution – he was the shrink, after all, it's what he did for others every day. But in waiting for Steve to take the lead, wasn't he just reinforcing the idea that Steve was the master, and he, the boy, was waiting for the master to take charge?
"Stop, he thought, he was going in circles, winding himself into knots. At least Steve had taken the step of suggesting they get away for a few days together to try to sort things out. But he had felt nervous about the prospect of winding up in some hotel, staring at Steve across the dining table. He could almost feel the cold winds blowing round them, making the ice thicker.
Which is why Lloyd had jumped at Mario's generous invitation to stay on here as long as they liked. Mario was canny – he knew what was going on and had not hesitated to jump in. Lloyd knew that Mario had taken Steve to his secret garden, a place that was rumored to be magical, where men went to make love. Lloyd brightened. Did Steve miss making love with him? Is that really what this was all about?
But Steve could be stubborn. Who was going to make him see sense? Ah, Lloyd grinned to himself, Mario had taken care of that too, by recruiting the help of Uncle Mike.
He had seen Mike talking to Steve in what seemed like an intense heart-to-hearter, and then taking Steve and Larry into the bushes. It reminded him of being recruited by Steve to give a sexual demonstration to a patient in one of his therapy sessions. He hoped Mike and Larry had done something similar with Steve.
Ah well, he thought at last, better go back join the land of the living. At least he was surrounded by friends here, like Jason. His mind went back to that hot body-worship scene he had played out with Jason, the musclehunk fireman. Had that pissed Steve off? Was that why he had done it? Maybe, he grinned – a little jealousy goes a long way sometimes.
As he got up to join the others he sighed, thinking about tonight. Last night they had shared their room and bed with Tommy and Danny. But with everything so up in the air, he didn't feel ready to share a bed with Steve yet, just the two of them. Oh well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
<><> ONE ROOM OR TWO? <><>
Actually, Mario was ahead of Lloyd in his concern about tonight's sleeping arrangements. Most of the guests would be leaving this evening after an early dinner, and Mario was now meeting with Grady, Danny and Brian to work out what came next.
"So, who will we have here overnight, apart from ourselves? Mike and Larry are staying on, and Steve, Lloyd and Tommy. Quite a merry bunch."
"If they can sort out their problems," Grady said.
"Well we shall do our best to help them do just that, amico. Mostly by leaving them alone, I would imagine. We've intervened as much as we should, and I flatter myself that we've helped. Uncle Mike, in his wisdom, has made Steve see sense, and I suspect that Steve took Tommy upstairs to reassure him that his place in the family is equal and secure."
Grady grinned, "And you, amico, can take a bow for taking Steve to the secret garden to prove that love still exists.
"Grazie molto, amore," Mario smiled with a slight bow. "But I am still concerned about Lloyd. Danny, you mentioned that Tommy will be sleeping with you tonight, which leaves Steve and Lloyd sleeping together. I wonder if they are ready for that yet, just the two of them sharing a bed. I have a feeling that might be uncomfortable for them, and maybe they would prefer separate rooms for tonight."
"We'll have to ask," said Danny, "but that's easier said than done. Touchy subject. We'll leave that to you, sir."
Mario sighed. "The problem is, I don't want to make too big a deal of this, emphasizing to Lloyd that we know about their problems, and delving into the intimate subject of who's sleeping with whom."
"Why don't you let me do it, sir?" Brian asked. "Coming from me it wouldn't be a big deal. I mean, it's my job. I can just say I'm making a list of the rooms I have to prepare for tonight, which is true, and do Steve and him want one room or two. Matter-of-fact, just like that."
"That's my boy," Grady grinned, giving Brian a hug.
"Perfetto, bambino, thank you. By the way, I don't want too much of a burden to fall on you, Brian, you've worked so hard all weekend.
"Oh, I was gonna tell you, sir. Brandon has offered to stay overnight and help. It was actually Pete who suggested it as he has to get up real early for his work with the Forest Rangers. He won't mind sleeping alone – for one night anyway. So Brandon will sleep here in my room."
"Hey," Grady said, "don't forget me, kiddo, and the debriefing we always do after a big party."
"Grady," Mario scolded, "you are only looking for an excuse for gossip."
"So what's wrong with that? Call it what you like, dude, it's standard post-party procedure."
"OK," Danny said, "I have an idea. I want to go to bed with Tommy as early as possible, but why don't you four gather in the master bedroom before bed? Grady, you can pump Brian and Brandon for gossip, two for the price of one."
Buona soluzione, Danny. We'll have post-party drinks and snacks in our room and Grady you can get all the dirt from both boys. But don't keep them from their bed too long – or us for that matter. I have neglected your needs this weekend, amore, and I want to catch up."
Grady laughed, "I'll drink to that, sexy. OK, Brian, off you go. Good luck."
Brian wheeled himself through the clusters of men and approached Lloyd casually. "Er, sir, sorry to interrupt, but I'm doing my rounds trying to work out how many rooms I have to get ready for tonight. Most of the guys are leaving after dinner but a few are staying on, such as Uncle Mike and Larry and you and Steve. So, do you and Steve want one room or two?"
Lloyd saw right away a solution to his dilemma. "Thanks for checking, Brian. Er, two would be good if you can manage that."
"Piece of cake, sir. Your room will be right across the hall from Steve's. While I'm here, is there anything else you need, sir?"
"Can't think of a thing, Brian. You guys have worked really hard to give us the best time. Can I get a hug?" Brian reached up and Lloyd bent down to hug him. Then Brian wheeled away and returned to Mario's group. "Mission accomplished, sir. Two rooms."
Lloyd glanced across at them and smiled to himself. Another of Mario's little ideas, I bet, he thought. These guys think of everything.
<><> THE PARTY'S OVER <><>
And so the party wound down. After a lazy afternoon they had an early dinner where Randy, as tribe leader, rose and gave his usual thanks, even more effusively than ever.
"Guys, we've all had a blast here at the Grady House. We've relaxed, had fun, laughed a lot and fucked a lot. And all this is due to the generosity of our hosts, Mario, Grady, Danny and Brian, and to our chefs and all the helpers here. You know who you are so please stand up and accept the love and thanks of us all." He raised his glass and the small group took their extravagant bows to tumultuous cheers.
And that was it – until the next time. Soon after dinner the crowd broke into groups and pairs and the gates swung open to let the line of cars and trucks drive through and down the hill.
Mario addressed the small group that was left. "Signori, Grady and I are going straight to bed to sleep it off and, er ..." He trailed off to ribald laughter. "Feel free to stick around out here, eating and drinking, as we are leaving the cleanup till tomorrow, so our weary helpers can go to bed. Brian and Brandon have made sure your rooms are ready, and we look forward to seeing you at brunch tomorrow."
In fact, no one did stick around – they were all eager to go upstairs to bed. Mario whispered to Steve that Lloyd had asked for a separate room and Steve nodded in some relief. Mike and Larry said their goodnights and went to their room. So did Danny and Tommy. Lloyd disappeared discretely to his room, and Steve to his.
The remaining four went merrily off to the master suite – Grady and Mario were followed by Brian and Brandon, their tray tables loaded with drinks and snacks. And in no time Grady was propped up in bed with Brain on one side and Brandon on the other, as Mario looked on with an indulgent smile.
"OK, boys," Grady said. "So let's get started. There's a lot to get through."
"Well, sir ..." Brian began, blinking behind his owl glasses – and they were off to the races.
<><> "IT'S A START" <><>
Alone in his guestroom, Steve suddenly felt lonely. After all the noise and laughter of the party, the silence of the room accentuated his sense of something missing – or more accurately, someone.
His own depressed feelings at his rupture with Lloyd had been well soothed by various members of the tribe. It had been like a course of treatment. First, Mario had focused on his sexual needs with a much-needed infusion of love-making in the secret garden.
Next, Uncle Mike had led him through a stern lecture that helped him to sort out his own tangled emotions and get a handle on the issues between himself and Lloyd. And finally, realizing his neglect of Tommy, Steve had taken the young gymnast to his room and boosted the boy's self-esteem by offering his ass to him in an erotic role reversal.
So far so good. But, Steve wondered, what of Lloyd himself? Was he feeling lonely too in the room across the hall? Or didn't he care? He had sure spent a lot of time with the sexy fireman Jason, so maybe he was starting to turn his back on Steve for good. But still, following his psychology training, the doctor had judged it premature to finally address Lloyd until he, Steve, had sorted out his own thoughts and feelings. Physician heal thyself.
Steve sighed as he undressed, stripping down to his boxer shorts, and got into bed – the cold sheets matching the shiver of loneliness that he felt. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep – which wouldn't come. No matter how much he tried to empty his mind, his thoughts kept coming back to Lloyd, lying alone in his room across the hall.
Lloyd was having a similar problem. After covertly seeing Steve and Tommy in bed together he had sat alone in the garden and indulged in a prolonged bout of examination of his problems with Steve and his own reactions to them. But he had found that all his soul-searching had made him even more confused – tying himself into knots, he thought.
So now he, too, tried to empty his mind – with no more success than Steve was having.
The trouble was he could not rid himself of images of the sexy doctor. Earlier, with all the guys by the pool, he had made a deliberate show of ignoring Steve. But it was a fake show, as he kept stealing surreptitious glances. He had watched Steve, his muscular body clad only in speedos, diving into the pool, then surfacing, his tanned, chiseled features streaming with water as he laughed, heaved himself from the pool and flopped down on a chaise.
That had given Lloyd a hard-on ... as the memory of it did now. He silently cursed himself and tried to push his stiff cock back in his shorts. But touching himself only made it worse.
His thoughts strayed back to Steve walking among the crowd, still in his speedos, laughing and chatting with the guys. Lloyd saw the admiring smiles and glances from the men and boys for the handsome doctor, his still-wet muscles gleaming in the sun.
Lloyd was barely aware that his hand had remained on his cock as it got harder. God, he loved beautiful men, and his macho lover beat them all. His lover? Were they, still?
Lloyd banished from his mind the scene by the pool, but it was replaced by the image of Steve right now, alone in bed. Was he in bed yet? Had he stripped naked and taken a shower? Was he, right this minute, walking out of the bathroom with a towel round his waist, one of his sexiest looks? He recalled how Steve used to smile down at him on the bed, then whip off the towel and advance toward him naked, his fist wrapped round his cock, like a scene from a porn flick.
By now, in the silence of his lonely room, Lloyd had thrown caution to the winds and was openly stroking his cock as his imagination took off. He saw Steve throwing the sheets off him in that determined way he had, dropping to his knees and leaning down to kiss him. Lloyd recalled the musky scent, the taste of his warm breath as his mouth churned over his.
With his free hand Lloyd ran a finger down his neck, imagining it was Steve's tongue. It moved lower, as Steve's tongue had, and Lloyd flexed hard as it moved down the cleft between his pecs, teased his nipples, then down over the ridges of his abs, until the rugged faced buried itself in his pubic hair.
Lloyd stroked his cock harder as he imagined Steve licking all the way up his cock, then closing his mouth over it and swallowing it all the way down his throat. Lloyd saw that sculpted face chowing down on his cock, pounding up and down and bringing him to the cusp of orgasm.
But Steve always stopped just in time, frustrating the hell out of Lloyd who begged for more. And now Lloyd was inwardly begging for more. In the last week he had had almost no sex – except for the scene where he had body-worshipped Jason, something he had done to make Steve jealous. His balls were fit to burst ... he wanted more. Caution be dammed, he stopped trying to rid himself of his fantasies. He welcomed them, saw them with dazzling clarity.
He saw Steve assume the top-man role as the iconic alpha-male, the kind of man you would pleadingly offer your ass to. Now, in his fantasy, Lloyd looked up at the musclehunk kneeling between his legs – he raised them and begged Steve to fuck him. And in this silent room, his imagination merged with reality as he too raised his legs. Still stroking his cock he reached down with his free hand and pushed a finger in his own ass.
"Oh yeah, that feels so good, man," he murmured out loud as the finger pierced his ass. He saw above him the rugged, squared-jawed face he had gazed on so often, and felt, actually felt, his cock entering his ass. His finger massaged his prostate and he begged, "Please fuck me, sir. Make love to my ass, I want it so bad. You're so fucking beautiful, you turn me on, make me so hot. I love you, sir ... I love you ..."
Lloyd closed his eyes and imagined Steve having the same fantasy across the hall. Their imaginations merged, and then they were together. He saw Steve above him, saw his broad shoulders, his bulging biceps, the flexed muscles of his solid pecs and ripped abs – a magnificent man, his man, his lover, making love to him, fucking his ass.
Lloyd now had two fingers in his ass, driving in and out as Steve fucked him, bringing him close ... close to the release he had craved for days. "Sir, you're gonna make me cum. I'm gonna shoot ... please let me feel you juice in my ass. Yes ... Yes ... Aaagh." His fingers pushed deep ... his cock erupted with the jizz that had been building for so long ... and he felt his lover's semen filling his ass.
His eyes were still closed, his heart beating wildly, his chest heaving, splashed with cum. Slowly he pulled his fingers from his ass, took a deep breath and opened his eyes to gaze at Steve.
But he was not there. He had never been there ... it had not been real. Steve was in his own room, probably asleep. The silence of the room crashed in on Lloyd. He was alone, still alone. God how he wanted Steve. Tears sprang to his eyes, he couldn't stop them. They poured down his face and became sobs – weeping for his own loneliness and for the man he had loved, but lost.
In a daze he felt a hammer pounding his brain. It got louder ... he winced ... and heard it ... not a hammer, a knock at the door. Quickly he used the sheet to wipe the tears from his face, he fought to regain his composure and took a deep breath. "Come in."
The door opened and there was Steve, in the doorway, naked except for the boxers he had worn to bed. He hesitated, then his deep voice said, "I, er, couldn't sleep. You?"
"Me neither."
Steve hesitated, unsure what came next. "You, er ... have you been jacking off?"
"That obvious, uh?"
Another long silence. "And, er, who were you thinking off when you shot your load?"
"You, of course ... I was thinking of you."
Steve smiled. "Well ... it's a start ... Can I come in?"
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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 549
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