A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 557 by Rob Williams
Chapter 557 – "TWO SHY BOYS MEET SEXY YOUNG AUSSIE NATE"
IN THIS CHAPTER
The shy new boys Vic & Noah are arguing and fighting with each other. They go see the tribe's shrink, hunky Doc Steve who tries a novel therapy. He takes them to the basement gym where the handsome young Aussie Nate and the blond gymnast Tommy are working out. The action goes from mild to wild, leaving the boys sexually drained – and totally enthralled with the friendly, sexy Aussie.
<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>
A group of guys had gone out to the Palm Springs home of Uncle Mike and his boy Larry. It was intended as a few days of rest and relaxation, especially for Randy to let his broken arm heal.
However, the first day, far from restful, had been highly active as the men indulged their sexual lusts in a variety of ways, from mild to wild. It ended with a big celebratory dinner, cooked and served by the young redheaded chef Will, along with the kitchen assistance of the action movie star Grady and his Italian lover, Mario.
When the dinner was over, Grady and Mario invited Will to spend the night with them in their guestroom at Mike's house. Inevitably, that too became sexual, with a startling three-way where Will was butt-fucked by Grady while Grady's ass was ploughed by Mario. As Will said later, it felt like getting fucked by both gorgeous men together.
When at last they climaxed with a simultaneous triple orgasm, amid jubilant laughter, it took a while to disentangle their limbs. But eventually the men had Will sitting propped up against the pillows. Grady said, "So how did it feel, dude, getting fucked by a movie star?"
"It felt wonderful, sir. Funny thing, though, by the end I forgot you were a movie star. I was getting fucked by my friend."
"Will," Grady laughed, "you could not have said a nicer thing. I was just one of the guys."
Then Grady's familiar roguish grin lit his face. "And now, kiddo ... at this point of the evening I would pump our boy Brian for gossip. He knows it all, knows where the bodies are buried. But you get around to all the other houses when you do catering jobs, you must see and hear it all."
"I do, sir. But I have to treat it all in confidence, sir, it goes with the job."
Mario hurried to reassure him. "We understand, bambino, and we wouldn't dream of asking you to betray a confidence. But you are close friends with Eddie and he's the one who feeds and nurtures the grapevine. There must be rumors."
Will brightened. "Oh, if it's rumors you want I've got some beauties."
Mario chuckled. "Ah ... this calls for a late-night brandy." He went to the drinks cabinet in the room and came back with a bottle and three glasses on a tray. He got back on the bed beside Will and poured the drinks.
With a conspiratorial smile, Grady said, "OK, kiddo, spill. What's coming up next?"
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<><> GRADY LOVES GOSSIP <><>
In the outside world Grady was a major movie celebrity, and fans all over the world would be thrilled to have taken Will's place, sitting up in bed with their heartthrob.
But In the world of the tribe, Grady was just one of the guys. Of necessity, his secluded private life was limited and he was always hungry for gossip about the goings-on of the men and boys in the various houses of the tribe. Which is why Will was now sitting between him and Grady's lover Mario, being plied with late-night brandy and, at Grady's request, `spilling the beans'.
"Well, sir, as you know, my friend Eddie keeps his ear to the ground."
"Meaning he's nosey," Grady grinned.
"He's, er, inquisitive, sir. He has an enquiring mind."
"Like I said – nosey."
"Grady," Mario chided, "let Will continue. You won't learn anything if you keep interrupting."
"Sorry, dudes. Lips are sealed." Grady indicated his vow of silence in the time-honored fashion of the tribe, drawing his fingertips along pursed lips and twisting an imaginary key at the corner. But his eyes sparkled merrily.
"Anyway, sir, Eddie picked up certain vibrations – he's good at that – and there were two places where he detected trouble brewing."
"And they are ...?" Grady said impatiently, abandoning his short-lived vow of silence.
"Well, sir, the business office for one."
"You mean Brandon and his team?"
"Yes, sir, specifically the youngest guys Vic and Noah. You know when they joined the tribe they insisted they were just good friends, no thought of sex. Well they soon came out of their shell as lovers and they now live in the little apartment above the office. Brandon and his assistant Ryan would hear them upstairs banging each other's asses, but lately they've been banging other things – doors, furniture, throwing shoes."
"Huh, the bloom is off the rose, eh? That was quick. Like they say about fast cars – from zero to sixty in seconds, then right back to zero."
Mario said, "But when we last saw them they couldn't get enough of each other, gazing into each other's eyes like ... how you say tortore ... turtledoves?"
"That's the word, sir, and they were. But Brandon thinks they're going through a phase. You know how love affairs can be, sir."
"Not us," Grady said. "Mario and me went from zero to sixty and stayed there."
"Yeah, but you're old, sir ... sorry, I meant older. With these two it's young love, and you know how precarious that can be."
"Sounds to me," Mario said, "that they could use a shrink session with Doctor Steve. He's helped most of the guys with therapy at one time or another, even Grady and me when ... how you say ... our speed dropped below sixty?" he smiled.
"So what's the other place where trouble's brewing, kiddo?"
"Well, sir, this one's not too clear cos Eddie don't have the contacts that he has with the office boys. But he had a conversation recently with Adam's boy Nate – you know, the two Aussies. "They've been living with Doc Chad for quite a while, now – a love nest ever since Chad and Adam fell in love. Course, Nate is a senior boy and Adam loves him, treats him more as a buddy than his boy. But Eddie got the impression that Nate's not too happy."
"I knew it," Grady jumped in. "Didn't I say, Mario? Those ménage-à-trois can be real tough. I've never seen one that really worked. I mean, there's always two of the three that are more into each other, leaving the third kinda hanging. Maybe that's what Nate is doing – hanging."
"Hm," Mario grunted, "So Nate is hanging'. Maybe nobody needs to see Doc Steve. They can all have shrink sessions with Doctor Grady and his psychological skills. Hanging', eh?"
"You can make fun of me, amico, but I'll turn out to be right, you wait and see. So what's your take on it all, Will?"
"Sir, with so little information to go on I wouldn't make a prediction. But my bet would be on Doc Steve. He'll sort out their problems – he always does."
Mario smiled, "As you said, Grady, we'll just have to wait and see. In the meantime, I've had my fill of brandy and I'm sleepy. All I want now is to cuddle up with my two favorite men."
"Sounds like a plan, dude. Come on young Will, you're gonna be squashed between us."
Will giggled. "A dream come true, sir. No place I'd rather be squashed." He scooted down the bed between the men, closed his eyes and slept all night with their arms wrapped round him.
<><> BRANDON TAKES THE BOYS IN HAND <><>
The next morning their hosts, Mike and Larry, insisted on making the breakfasts and letting Will sleep late with Grady and Mario. Of course Mario performed his morning ritual of fucking Grady. The added touch this time was that Will was sucking Grady's cock at the same time.
For the rest of the day laziness made up for the excess energy of the day before, as all the men and boys hung out by the pool, or in the pool, eating, drinking, snoozing, cuddling and generally getting the rest the trip was intended to provide.
However, their mellow mood was certainly not duplicated back at home – far from it. And the storm center was, as Eddie had said, in the business office at the compound.
Office manager Brandon and his assistant Ryan had been aware for some time that all was not well with their young assistants Vic and Noah. Until recently they had worked happily in complete harmony with each other, enjoying their jobs and their rather insular lives as lovers in the apartment above the office that Randy had remodeled for them.
But things seemed to have gone sour and they were sniping at each other a lot – when they were talking at all. Brandon and Ryan often heard their voices upstairs raised in anger.
Things came to a head one day, coincidentally about the time Will had been gossiping with Grady in Palm Springs. That morning the storm clouds had gathered and the boys made no attempt at hiding their smoldering animosity toward each other, so Brandon finally stepped in. He had hoped they could work things out for themselves, as lovers do, but now he felt the time had come to assert his authority.
He said gently, "Guys, you've always been so good at your jobs, but it's been obvious for some time that you are having problems. Your private life should be no concern of mine, but when it affects your work, as it is now, it's my job as manager to say something. So I would suggest that you take a break, go upstairs and try to sort things out between you. Ryan and I can handle things here for an hour or so. When you come back, maybe you'll be able to concentrate better on your work."
Muttering something like thanks, the two boys left the office, blushing and avoiding eye contact. Brandon knew better than to talk about staff behind their back to other staff, so he just smiled at Ryan, shrugged, and they got back to work. Or they tried to.
At first they thought things were settling down as they heard only muted voices from the upstairs apartment. But after a while the noise grew, voices became angry and suddenly there were cries of pain from what sounded like Noah.
Brandon left the office and wheeled his wheelchair up the ramp that Randy had built for him. When he pushed open the apartment door he was shocked at the scene before him. Noah was lying on the bed his arms stretched up, wrists tied to the bedpost with T-shirts. Vic was whipping his bare chest with another T-shirt, which couldn't have hurt, but obviously scared Noah.
"I don't want it, Vic. I'm not pretending ... you're scaring me. I hate it ... I hate you ..."
"That's enough!" Brandon ordered, in the most commanding voice he could muster. "Vic, untie Noah. He obviously doesn't want this. Now!" Vic still regarded Brandon as his boss and did as he ordered. "Are you hurt, Noah?" Brandon asked.
"No, sir, just scared."
Brandon made them sit on the bed facing him, and his voice grew calm, almost soothing. "Look guys, I don't begin to understand what's going on here, but I am in charge of that office downstairs, and if we fall behind there could be serious repercussions. The company depends on us.
"So I want you to take deep breaths, go down and get to work with Ryan. We'll sort all this out later. But please, guys, you are such good workers, respected by Randy and everyone, so please don't spoil it."
This appeal to them struck home and they said, "Yes, sir ... sorry, sir," and meekly left the room without looking at each other. Brandon thought quickly. Normally, of course, he would have asked Bob for help, but Bob and Randy were relaxing in the desert and he didn't want to disturb them. So he called his man, Ranger Pete.
"Sorry to bother you at work, sir, but I have a problem." He described the whole scene and Pete was full of concern.
"Are you OK, Brandon? Do you want me to come home?"'
"I'm fine, sir, please don't come home. I'm pretty sure the boys will work quietly from now on. It's just, I'm not sure how to handle it from here."
"You can't, Brandon, nobody could. It's impossible to tell what's going on between those two boys, it all sounds so weird. They need professional therapy, and there's only one man who can deal with this – Doc Steve. I want you to call him right now, explain the situation and ask if he'll see these boys. Tell him it's urgent. Then call me back, OK?"
Pete's calm, confident voice reassured Brandon, who did as Pete suggested. At Steve's house Tommy, the house manager, answered the phone and when Brandon said it was urgent he put him through to Steve. Brandon explained the situation, how the problem had been building over time, culminating in the bizarre scene he had just witnessed.
In a cool professional voice Steve said. "I have a patient at eleven today, but give the boys a long lunch break and have them come up here at noon. If you have any problems with them call me right away. Otherwise, I'll see Vic and Noah at noon. You've handled this very skillfully, Brandon, Pete should be proud of you. Just keep the office going and leave the rest to me."
Brandon thanked the doc and shut off the phone with a sigh of relief. He realized he had been trembling, but he took a deep breath and wheeled himself downstairs to speak to the boys.
"Noah, Vic, I believe that a chat with our therapist, Doctor Steve, would be very helpful to you both. Lots of us have had sessions with him in the past, including Pete and me, and he's always steered us in the right direction. The great thing is, everything you say to him is held in the strictest confidence, that's the law. And believe me," Brian grinned, "nothing you say can shock him, after all the stuff he's heard over the years from this tribe."
That touch of levity helped defuse the tension a bit as Brandon continued. "I, er, took the liberty of calling the doc, which was in itself breaking the rules `cos Steve always insists that guys make the initial contact to him themselves. It has to be voluntary, no one can force you to go. But he said he can see you at noon, so it's up to you."
Brandon sensed a certain relief in the boys as their shoulders relaxed. They glanced at each other, Noah nodded and Vic said, "OK, sir, we'll go see him. Will you give us the time off and ..."
"Of course. You should leave here at eleven-thirty, and take as much time there as Steve thinks necessary. I'll put the address in your GPS – it's a big house in the hills on Mulholland, but don't let that intimidate you, the doc's a real nice guy. There's a big gate and intercom. Tommy will let you in and take you to Steve. I think you'll enjoy it up there, a real friendly house."
Vic muttered softly, "Thank you, sir. We're sorry we ..." " No need for that, dude," Brian smiled. "We've all gone through rough patches. Now let's see how much work we can get done before you leave."
<><> THERAPY FOR NATE <><>
Doctor Steve had told Brandon he had another patient at eleven o'clock. Actually, that patient was another member of the tribe, the young Aussie Nate, Adam's boy. Nate had been seeing Steve regularly, owing to the big change that had taken place in his life. He had been living as Adam's boy in their own house when Adam fell in love with Chad and they all set up house together as a small family, with their dog Molly.
That brought a shift in the dynamic between the two Aussies, and Nate was having a hard time adjusting to it. He discussed it with Steve on this visit. "Don't get me wrong, doc," he said in his Australian drawl, "we're a loving family, real good mates. I still have sex with Adam and with Chad or both together. I mean, two gorgeous men, what's not to love eh?"
"And a cute dog and lovely house," Steve grinned.
"That too, sir. Molly's a lover. My little property management company is doing OK, though it's not like my old buddy Jamie who has this job-of-a-lifetime as the surfing coordinator on Grady's lifeguard picture. I love it when he asks me go down to the beach to help him."
"Sound like a pretty good life to me," Steve said.
"I know right?" Most of the time anyway. "Like, when I said I still have sex with Adam, that hasn't happened for a couple of weeks, so my right hand is getting quite the workout when I'm alone and I get real horny. Thing is, sir, this three-way relationship is kinda confusing."
"They often are, Nate. Three is not a great number, creates all kinds of potential problems, and inevitably one of the three often feels left out."
"That's just it, sir. Take tonight for instance. I can always tell when Adam and Chad want a romantic dinner alone, just the two of them cooking in the kitchen like an old married couple. I'm OK with that but it leaves me at a loose end – I guess I'll eat dinner with some of the other guys. I dunno, sir, it's hard to describe, I feel kind of adrift. I'm a senior boy – floating somewhere between a boy and a man – but I have no real responsibilities."
"Ah, I wondered when that word would come up. Nothing gives a man a sense of purpose in life than looking beyond himself and taking responsibility for others. I've seen married guys change completely when they father a child and look down at the helpless newborn, dependent entirely on him. Changes his whole perspective on life."
They talked some more on that subject and many others before their time was up. "Look, Nate, would you like to stay to lunch with Tommy and me? It'll be just the three of us, Lloyd is working all day. In fact, why don't you join Tommy in our gym downstairs? He'll soon be taking his pre-lunch break and going through his daily gymnastic routine. Keeps him in shape, he says."
"And what a shape, eh doc?" Nate flashed his cheeky Aussie grin. "You know how I'd get off on that – maybe jerk off watching him or, better still, help out as a workout partner."
"Good, I think you'll find him out by the pool. I have another patient now, but I'll join you later."
Nate shook Steve's hand. "Thanks a bunch, doc. Always great to talk to you."
<><> THERAPY FOR VIC & NOAH <><>
As Vic drove his small car up the hill to Mulholland Drive, with Noah beside him, their nervousness stifled their mutual animosity – for the time being. Brandon had told them not to be intimidated but it was hard not to be, driving along the spine of the Hollywood Hills with lush houses on each side, many hidden behind high hedges.
Their GPS told them they were getting close and then they saw the large iron gates of Steve's house. Vic saw the intercom and reached out for it, but he was too far away so got out of the car and pressed the button. The friendly voice from the intercom reassured him.
"Hey, guys," Tommy said, "right on time. Welcome, we've been expecting you. Come all the way down the drive to the house and I'll meet you at the front door."
The gate swung open grandly and silently, Vic got back in the car and as they started down the drive both boys were shivering. They would have comforted each other but their current resentments held them back. At the front door Tommy was waiting for them, with a bright smile on his handsome face. They had seen the handsome gymnast before but seeing him here, dressed in his tight gray T-shirt and snug black pants, excited and intimidated them.
They got out of the car and Tommy hugged them in turn. "Great to see you, kids. The doctor's waiting for you, follow me." As they followed him through the opulent house they briefly caught sight of a figure by the pool outside, but not long enough to identify Nate, even though they had met him before.
Tommy showed them into Steve's office and the doctor looked up from his desk and smiled. "Vic and Noah, so good to see you." He got up from his desk and shook their hands in a tight grip. "Come over here and make yourselves comfortable on the couch.
Sitting on the couch they stared in awe at the man who looked as handsome as his brother Randy, although a much more cultured and stylish version in tan slacks, elegant brown belt and loafers, and a white dress shirt that fit snugly over his muscular frame.
He sat in an armchair facing them and flashed the same gleaming smile as Randy had. "So, your first visit here, I think. How are you feeling?"
"Nervous, sir," Noah said with a blush.
"That's only natural, Noah. Most of my patients are nervous on their first visit, but we'll soon chase that away. Anyway, I don't think of you as patients but friends as you are members of the tribe – and important members, I hear, in the office. Bob speaks very highly of you.
"First I have to give you my little speech that anything you say here stays here. It's strictly confidential, unless you yourselves choose to tell others about it. So I urge you speak freely, tell me just what's on your mind – nothing will surprise me. Any questions?'
"No thank you, sir," they said together.
"OK, so I've met you briefly at the compound but I'd like to get to know you better. First, let's get our terms right. You are obviously a couple, from way back, I hear, so would you call yourselves lovers?"
The answered simultaneously. "No, sir" (Vic); "yes, sir" (Noah). They blushed and shifted uncomfortably on the couch.
"OK," Steve smiled, "we'll untangle that one later. So, in your own time, tell me how long you've been friends, and what's happened since Brandon hired you in the office and you ended up living with the tribe."
The story was related hesitantly, each speaking in turn and occasionally contradicting each other. Steve learned a lot just by watching and listening to them, even more than he learned from their actual story.
When they stopped he said, "So just to clarify, you've been pals for a long time, no thought of sex until you got to know the men of the tribe and you finally realized you were attracted to each other. You finally made love ..." Steve smiled playfully ... "clumsily at first, I bet, I know how that goes."
"Yes, sir." they said together, smiling for the first time.
"Good, we agree on one thing, then. I remember my first time. Made a complete mess of it.
"So now we come to the problem – or what appears to be a problem now. Try to explain this coldness, this distance between you." There was a long silence but Steve let it go on, knowing that an embarrassed silence often becomes so uncomfortable that a patient eventually blurts out the truth. It was one of Steve's old interview techniques.
Vic said sullenly, "Brandon likes Noah better than me – when he talks to us he's always looking at Noah."
"That's not true," Noah said heatedly. "He always treats you better than me."
"Oh yeah? What about that time he ..." and the logjam was broken. As they argued back and forth Steve considered this a positive sign. At least they were finally talking to each other, even if it was in anger. The doc let them vent until finally they lapsed into a sullen silence.
"There's one thing I'd like you to explain, boys. When Brandon called me this morning it was because he had seen something that troubled him. Can you explain what happened?"
"I can, sir," said Vic, still fired up from their argument. "See we haven't had sex for a few weeks, and I thought it was because Noah had gone off me and was thinking of leaving me. So when Brandon sent us upstairs to cool off I kinda lost it. I pushed Noah on the bed and tied his wrists to the bedposts.
"See, the other boys once told us the story of Randy and Bob, how when they first met Randy was afraid Bob would leave him, so he used to tie him up and beat him to force him to stay. Bit like a caveman, the boys said. So I tried the same thing – like, if I forced Noah to have sex he'd not leave me. I whipped him, but only with a rolled-up T-shirt `cos I didn't wanna hurt him."
"But I didn't know that," Noah said. "I was scared so I yelled at him and told him I hated him. Then Brandon came in."
"And did you? Hate Vic, I mean?"
"Of course not, sir, I love him. I wasn't gonna leave him."
The conversation had obviously reached a turning point, which is what Steve had been aiming for. "Guys, when we started out here I asked if you considered yourself to be lovers and I got different answers. So let me ask you again, do you love each other?"
After a pause they answered together. "Yes, sir."
"Do you like your job and your apartment that Randy remodeled for you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you think Brandon is a fair boss?
"Yes, sir."
"You say you haven't had sex in several weeks. So are you horny right now?"
"Yes, sir," they chorused again, surprised by the question.
The doc made notes on his clipboard. "OK, I thank you both for being so candid with me, I know that's not always easy. I'm going to make a few observations.
"First – most relationships between men have a competitive edge – it's only natural between two males, and that can make you think that someone, like your boss, favors one over the other. But I can assure you that Brandon is scrupulously fair and that's all in your imagination.
"Second, sex can become so repetitive over time that it gets to be same-old-same-old and maybe leave the false impression that love is fading. So you have to goose it up a bit. For example, a bondage fantasy can be sexually exciting and there's nothing wrong with it providing both guys want it and it's not done in anger, as you did, Vic.
"Third," Steve chuckled, "never model your sexual relationship on what Randy did to Bob. Those two are in a class by themselves and they've already traveled a long road together."
"And finally, the most immediate thing – you're horny. You gotta get your rocks off. A good orgasm can work wonders, and I think we can take care of that. As a matter of fact you're not the first guys today who told me they haven't had sex in a few weeks. Someone else told me that very recently.
"OK, that's a lot to take in, so let me help you through it." Steve chuckled, "I'm sure you've heard that my methods as a shrink are, well, somewhat unusual. So if you're agreeable I'd like you to stay for lunch. Don't worry, I'll call Brandon and ask if he'll give you the extra time off.
"And before lunch I'll take you downstairs to our gym where Tommy and Nate are working out together. I think you know Nate already, though probably not very well. So while I call Brandon, go out to the pool, and in the locker there you'll find swim trunks. Put them on and take a dip, then I'll come out and join you. Does that sound OK?"
"Yes thank you, sir," said Noah, "provided Brandon agrees."
They left the room, and Steve was pleased to see they were walking closer together than when they came in. He made a few more notes, then picked up the phone and called Brandon.
"We're making quite good progress, Brandon, I'm glad you suggested the boys come here. We've gone through the theoretical part, so to speak, and before we get to the practical stuff, I need your help. I'd like the boys to stay here for lunch, and for a while after, if you can give them the time off."
"Of course, sir, take as long as you need. Ryan and I can cover here for the rest of the day."
"Thanks, Brandon." Steve chuckled, "You know that my methods can be rather unorthodox sometimes, and a little bit of luck helps too. I always say much of life is a question of timing, and I have a hunch that the timing here is perfect – the fates are on our side. It's just a hunch, but over the years I've come to trust my hunches."
"It's what Pete calls serendipity, sir ... he and I have that all the time. I hope your hunches are right this time. Vic and Noah are great kids, solid workers, and I hate to see them unhappy."
"I'll do my best, Brandon. Keep your fingers crossed."
<><> THE BOYS MEET THE AUSSIE & THE GYMNAST <><>
When Steve went out to the pool the boys were already in it, their clothes folded neatly on a chaise. They were swimming close to each other, but without the playful splashing there would have been in happier times. When they saw Steve they smiled – a good sign. Steve had a way of winning a boy's confidence, gaining his trust to do as he suggested.
They got out and dried themselves off with big towels. They were wearing the swim trunks they had found in the locker, which hung rather baggily on their slim frames. Steve smiled, "Nice to get wet and cool off in the middle of a hot day, eh boys? OK, let me take you down to our gym. No need to get dressed, your swim trunks will do fine. We're very informal in this house."
The boys still didn't make much eye contact with each other, but they walked close together as they followed Steve downstairs to the basement gym. There they gazed wide-eyed at the two young athletes working out together – the `golden boy' blond gymnast who loved showing off his perfect physique in his gymnastic routine, and the tanned Aussie, with a broad, confident smile on his handsome face.
"Don't let us stop you guys," Steve smiled. "Hope you don't mind an audience."
"Me, mind an audience?" Tommy laughed. "An audience is mother's milk to me. I love playing to the gallery. Works wonders when you're in competition."
"Shut up and vault, mate," Nate said in his cheerful Aussie drawl. "Show em what you got."
Both young men were shirtless and barefoot, Tommy in his usual blue spandex shorts hugging his ass, and Nate in the red lifeguard-style boardshorts Jamie had given him to wear when he assisted at the movie shoot. The younger boys were awestruck, and Steve watched their reactions closely.
Tommy was obviously the star, with his vaults, handsprings and muscle-crunching work on the parallel bars.
But Nate was striking too, the bronzed Aussie with a ripped body, a tribute to the hours he spent on a surfboard and at the gym. Although he was standing quietly watching Tommy, he was quite a presence. It wasn't only his fine, square-cut features, it was the smiling brown eyes, his cheerful, open expression and the easy confidence of a virile Aussie.
Steve was surprised to see that both young boys were looking at Nate, by-passing the glamor of the gymnast for the friendly, welcoming look of the Aussie.
Tommy said, "OK Nate. Let's finish off with some weights." Nate bounded onto the mat and, as the young boys watched awestruck, they did dumbbell curls together and tricep extensions. They ended up with bench presses, first Nate lying on the bench and pressing while Tommy stood behind, spotting him.
When they switched and Nate stood spotting Tommy he looked down at Tommy at first, then looked up and saw the boys watching them. His face broke into a good-natured smile. "He's a beaut ain't he? Hey, you wanna join us, mates?"
They stumbled forward and Nate shook their hands, pumping them enthusiastically. "G'day mates. OK Tommy, let's lower the weights and see what these blokes can do."
Normally the boys would have been intimidated into inaction by the thought of working out with these buff jocks, but Nate's easy-going exuberance put them at ease. The bar was lightened and Vic went first, lying on the bench and looking up at Nate towering over him. He managed to do eight reps before Nate took the weight and lowered the bar on its cradle.
"Good on ya mate. Looks like you've already been working out."
"Yes sir – Randy trains us in the tribe's gym."
"It shows too, you're both looking pretty buff. You're next up Noah."
For twenty minutes or so Nate and Tommy helped them through several exercises before they took a break. Nate wiped the sweat from his face and beamed, "Bloody brilliant, mates. If ever Randy's not available, no worries, just call me up and I'll come and train you."
He exchanged glances with Tommy and turned back to the boys. "Does working out make you horny, kids? Sure does me, `specially as I haven't fucked in a couple weeks."
"Us neither, sir," Noah blurted out and instantly blushed red.
"Get out o' here, you're kidding right? I thought you two fucked all the time." He saw the embarrassed looked on their faces. "Oops, looks like another of those big hoof-in-mouth blunders I'm famous for. Hey, Tommy, looks like these blokes are horny as hell. You wanna help me give them a hand with that? And no, I don't mean a hand job," he laughed."
Tommy loved Nate's bawdy cheerfulness. "Sure thing, dude ... lead the way."
Nate looked over at Steve. "That be OK, doc?"
"Sure, Nate, provided the boys want it."
"Do you want it mates?" Nate's energy was contagious and they nodded nervously.
"Brilliant. What's your preference, top or bottom?" They were struck dumb. "Me, I swing both ways. I'm really a top but with my mate Adam I let him fuck me – I mean, you just have to look and the man and you know. OK, let's play it by ear." He laughed. "God, there I go again with the body parts. So forget the ear thing. See this big, padded table here that Tommy uses in his routine. Both of you lie back on it side by side."
They glanced at Steve who smiled and gave them a thumbs up, so they scrambled on the table and lay shoulder to shoulder. Neither one could quite believe what they were doing, but they felt inexplicitly eager to please this friendly Aussie.
They gasped when Nate unlaced his boardshorts and let them drop, releasing his cock that sprang out stiff as a pole. Tommy, more showily, peeled down his tight spandex shorts and stood naked next to Nate. "OK," Nate said, "you know Randy's rule – no boy can be forced to do anything he don't want. So if it hurts, you can just say no."
"It won't hurt, sir, we've been fucked by Randy," Noah said with a hint of pride.
Nate chuckled. "Ah, that's it then. Randy's the gold standard, with that giant dong of his. We've all copped a feel of that. Still, better to be safe ... You got any lube down here, Tommy?
Tommy produced a jar while Nate leaned forward and pulled Vic's shorts down, then Noah's. "Very nice," he said, smiling down at their lithe, naked young bodies with stiff dicks. "OK, kids. show me what you do for Randy at the end of your workout."
They both hooked their hands behind their knees and pulled their legs back, offering their asses to the two jocks. "OK, Tommy, I'll take Noah first, you take care of Vic, then we'll trade."
The boys realized just how horny they were as they stared up at the smiling Aussie and the blond gymnast lubing their cocks. Nate and Tommy leaned forward, grabbed the boys' hips and pulled them forward on the table till their asses were hanging over the edge. There was no pain. Just deep sighs of pleasure as their lubed cocks pushed gently against their butts and slid slowly inside.
"How's that feel mates?" Nate grinned." Their sparkling eyes answered for them. "Looks like a winner, Tommy. OK let's let them have it."
Slowly they increased the force and tempo of the fuck, pushing back on their bent knees to get maximum thrust. Instinctively the boys grabbed each other's hand between them, as the feel and look of the two macho jocks overwhelmed them. They felt the pent-up juice of two weeks filling their cocks and they tried to hold back but they were too late. Their cocks, erect as tent poles, spurted jizz that gushed up like twin fountains, and splashed down on their chests."
"Damn," Nate laughed, you kids really were busting your balls, eh? That's what two weeks of celibacy will do to horny young blokes like you."
Blushing with embarrassment, Vic stammered, "We're sorry, sir. We didn't mean to ... we wanted ... it's just that ..."
"Ah no worries kids. It ain't over till it's over. And this ain't over. I'll see to that."
<><> SO BLOODY SEXY <><>
Nate and Tommy pulled gently out of the boy's butts. Tommy, who could sense a special connection between Nate and the boys, said, "I'm gonna step back and leave it to you, buddy. I wanna watch how you work this one out." He leaned against the vaulting horse and stroked his still-hard cock as he watched in amusement.
"OK mates," Nate said let's test the waters here, shall we? See how far we can take this thing. Like I said, I ain't fucked in a couple weeks so I've built up quite a head of steam. I know how the lust drains after you've just blown a wad, but stroking your cock will help. You two with me on this?"
"Yes please, sir," they chorused.
"Right, Vic, I'll start with you, `cos Tommy got you the first time. Here it comes kiddo – push your legs up. Still lying on the table Vic straightened his legs in the air and Nate, standing behind him, held his feet, eased his hips forward and slid his cock slowly inside him.
"OK so far, mate?"
"Yes, sir, I like it."
"Good on ya, kid, I knew you could take it." With increasing speed Nate massaged Vic's ass with his cock and smiled at the look of ecstasy on the boy's face. "Real good ... nice fit don't you think?" He was pleased to see Vic's cock getting stiffer as he stroked it. Noah, lying next to him, gazed up the handsome Aussie standing up straight, hands braced on the soles of Vic's feet, his hips moving rhythmically back and forth.
Vic reached one arm up to touch Nate's tanned body, and ran his fingers over his pecs and abs that flexed as he moved. "Good move, kiddo," Nate grinned. "And your ass is next, Noah."
When Vic's cock was good and hard Nate pulled slowly out and saw the disappointment on his face. "No worries, mate. I ain't finished with you yet. Gotta give your buddy another feel of my dick, make his cock as hard as yours is.
Nate was ready, raising his legs straight up as Vic had done. Nate took a step sideways, pressed his hands on the souls of Noah's raised feet and pushed his cock inside him. The same ecstatic look came to his face, and it was Vic's turn to reach up and stroke the Aussie's chest.
And so it went, until Nate was fucking each in turn, driving one boy to the edge of a second orgasm, then pulling out and piercing the other. "See, kids, the trick is always to leave a guy wanting more. Remember that ... drive's a man crazy."
"Thank you, sir," they said in unison.
"Blimey, you kids are so great together – you're a perfect fit. I can see why you're lovers." Vic squeezed Noah's hand between them, a move that was not lost on Doc Steve, watching with a satisfied smile from a distance. His hunch was paying off, it seemed.
When it was Vic's turn again he said, "Sir, I really want to cum again. Can I sir, please?"
"I dunno, let's see if you can. You know what would turn me on big time, kids? ... to see you two kiss. I know you want to. Don't worry about your cocks, I'll take care of them."
They turned and smiled at each other for the first time in weeks. They let go of their cocks and stroked each other's neck. "Oh yeah, so bloody sexy," Nate smiled, pounding Vic's cock in his fist, and his ass with his pile-driving cock.
"Brace yourself, Vic, you too Noah, `cos I'm so stoked I got enough jizz for both of you. Stand by for the big finish, mates." His tanned face broke into a gleaming smile and he shouted, "Here we go ... I'm gonna cum ... now!" His muscles flexed as his cock erupted inside Vic, while he jerked the boy off to a second climax.
Vic's cock was still spurting jizz as Nate pulled out and quickly plunged into Noah, who gave a triumphant yell as he too orgasmed for the second time while Nate pumped the rest of his juice deep in his ass.
Watching all this Tommy laughed and stoked his own cock faster. "That was awesome, dudes. Here's a little something extra ..." Semen streamed from the young athlete and splashed down on the boys' faces and necks, making them laugh with the joy of rediscovered love ... and, as it turned out, much else as well.
<><> I FEEL LIKE A TOOHEYS <><>
After Nate pulled out and they all regained their breath, Steve came up and said, "Excellent, guys, very sexy. Only professional ethics stopped me from creaming my own slacks."
"Sir," Tommy said, pulling on his shorts, "I better get back to the kitchen and finish preparing lunch. I did most of it before my gym break."
Vic glanced at Noah and said impulsively, "Can we help you, sir? We cook for ourselves all the time and we've got quite good at it."
"Sure, kids, I'd appreciate the help. Only thing is, I'll take a leaf out of Will's playbook and make you wear aprons – the color is navy blue in this house. Only difference here is you don't have to wear much underneath – just shorts is fine."
"No worries, sir," Noah said, already copying one of Nate's Aussie expressions. They pulled on their shorts and followed Tommy, smiling at Nate and Steve on the way out.
Nate looked quizzically at Steve. "Hey, doc, why do I get the impression that something happened here that was more than just a good fuck? And why do I have this feeling that in some way you were behind it?"
"Very astute of you, Nate. I did have something in mind – kind of playing a hunch. Come up and have a beer with me by the pool and we'll talk."
Nate sat back in a chair by the pool and turned his face to the sun as Steve appeared brandishing two beer bottles. "Look at this Nate, a sight to warm your Aussie heart. We've still got some Tooheys Australian beer."
Nate beamed, "Bloody brilliant, doc. `How do you feel? I feel like a Tooheys' – that was a favorite catch phrase down under. I used to jack off watching a famous Tooheys commercial with a hunky, sexy cricketer, Dennis Lillee, his white shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest – made back in 1980. That bloke and Tooheys went down a treat. I still watch it on YouTube."
Steve laughed. "But I got the impression you wanted to talk to me about something other than a sexy Aussie cricketer, Nate."
"Too right, doc. Look, I'm assuming those boys were up here for a shrink session, and I know all that's confidential. But is there anything you can tell me?. Truth is, up to now I never really noticed the kids much in the crowd down at the compound. "Course I heard about them on the grapevine, how when they came to the tribe they insisted they were `just good buddies' until they got a glimpse of guys like Randy in action.
"Then they fooled around together and became lovers, until their falling out in the last few weeks, so I hear. But today ... man ... they really came out of their shell. It wasn't just that they're both so cute and hot to trot. There was something about them that really moved me – I dunno, something vulnerable, a neediness. I mean, who takes care of them, doc?"
"Well that's the point, Nate. I'm not betraying any secrets here, they're quite open about it. They have no family, parents deceased, no siblings – just each other. For a long time they grubbed along in separate single apartments in the same building and spent most of the time together, cooking, hanging out, watching TV.
"Then everything changed when Brandon hired them in the office, and Randy smartened up that little apartment for them over the office. So they have a good solid job and a neat place to live.
"But the closest they've got to a mentor is Brandon, their boss. They really like and respect him – well, you know Brandon – fair, kind, a really good boss. But his influence is mostly limited to the office. The other guys all like them too and they'll always have Randy to protect them as he does all of the boys. But they still spend most of their time together, just the two of them. I'd say what they need is a man of their own in their lives.
"Earlier this morning, Nate, you mentioned the word adrift, applying it to yourself. Well, I could apply that to Noah and Vic too. And here they come now, resplendent in their blue aprons and bearing trays full of lunch. Let's eat at the table under the awning over there.
<><> ROOM FOR ONE MORE? <><>
During the meal the boys were the polar opposite of the two shy, nervous kids, who had come into his office resenting each other. Now they were alive, as if they had woken up from a deep sleep. Without realizing it they focused almost entirely on Nate, pumping him with questions about Australia, which to them might as well have been the dark side of the moon.
"Well," Nate laughed, "for one thing we don't all stand on our heads as they old legend goes. We're pretty much like you Yanks, give or take. Depends where you live. I lived in Sydney, which is known for its beaches, where I learned to surf and became pretty good.
"I came to L.A. on my own on vacation and met Mark and Jamie on the beach. Jamie and I hit it off and I moved here. We surfed a whole lot together and now I help Jamie in his work on Grady's movie. Boy, do I have some wild beach stories about that too."
Steve watched the two boys gazing at Nate, hanging on his every word, spellbound. And that's how it was for the whole meal until it came time for everyone to get back to work. There was an uneasy pause, though, as the boys didn't want this warm new feeling to come to an end. Nate glanced at Steve who smile encouragingly.
"So, mates," Nate said casually, "you got plans for this evening?"
"Just the usual, sir – make dinner together and watch TV."
"Hmm. Tell you the truth, I'm at a loose end tonight too. "See, one of my men, Adam, is gonna be making love to my other man Chad, and I'm giving them their space so they can have one of their lovey-dovey evenings together, in front of the fire with our dog Molly. I was thinking of going out to eat on my own, maybe a movie." There was an expectant pause.
"I don't suppose you blokes might have room at your table for a hungry Aussie. Then we could kick back and watch Netflix or something. Just a thought."
The boys' eyes sparkled. "Yes, sir, sure we could," Vic said, a little too eagerly. "We're pretty good cooks," Noah added, "like we told Tommy. And we got Netflix and Amazon too so we'll find a movie you like. He checked himself and frowned. "Are you sure you want to come, sir? You're not just saying that `cos you feel sorry for us?"
"Mates," Nate said earnestly, "I would never do that. Us Aussies are more direct than that, we tell it like it is. What we say is what you get. What's more, we all have healthy appetites. So yeah, if the invitation still stands, I'm in."
Steve smiled, "And when you go, boys, I'll give you a sixpack of Toohey's Australian beer. I happen to know it's Nate's favorite. And maybe he'll find his favorite beer commercial on YouTube for you," he grinned wickedly at Nate.
Steve was pleased to see that all the earlier animosity between the two boys had completely evaporated. They were looking outward at last, focused on something much more exciting than themselves. The doc smiled smugly to himself. His hunch had paid off.
<><> VIC & NOAH AWAIT THEIR GUEST <><>
And so it was that at seven o'clock that evening Vic and Noah were waiting in their apartment in a state of nervous excitement. After leaving Steve's they had gone back to work and Brandon was thrilled to see the change in them. He let them go early so they could go to the grocery store and get everything they needed – or rather that Nate might need.
Now the table was set with a clean white cloth, whatever silverware and glasses they could rustle up, however mismatched, and even a couple of partly used candles stuffed in old wine bottles. In a vase in the center was a bunch of flowers they had bought at the grocery store.
They had put the Tooheys in the fridge and hastily cleaned up the apartment, which included stuffing clothes and a bundle of laundry in a closet out of view. And the smell of a casserole wafted from the kitchen.
Freshly showered, they were dressed in clean shorts and their best polo shirts as they stood side by side, their hands touching. They gulped when the doorbell rang and Vic let Nate in, carrying two bottles of wine.
With his warm, cheerful smile Nate hugged them both, then glanced around him. He looked at the table – at the mismatched candles, the mismatched glasses and cutlery, and the flowers standing bravely in the middle.
He looked up at their proud, shining faces waiting nervously for his reaction, and his eyes filled with tears. "I love you, guys. I love you. It's like coming home."
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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 558
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