A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 604 by Rob Williams
CHAPTER 604– "LOVERS REUNITE & PLAY ROUGH"
IN THIS CHAPTER
Two couples dramatically reaffirm their love. Young black construction boss Darius grins at the hot Mestizo mechanic Pablo – "My ten-inch black rod and your white bubble butt, a match made in heaven, dude." Then the tribe's gypsy boss Randy gazes in awe at his lover Bob. "So fucking hot – that gorgeous face, a body that won't quit. The rugged gypsy's lust erupts in a wildly erotic act
<><> TYLER'S HERO <><>
Pablo's boy, shy young Tyler, hero-worshipped the tough, handsome mechanic and was stunned when Pablo sprang this on him: ... "How about leaving your job at the house and coming to work with me, kiddo?"
The whole tribe was relaxing at a weekend retreat at the opulent Grady-House, the home of movie-star Grady and his Italian lover Mario. It was a perfect time and place to reassess the various jobs of the boys who worked at the tribe's compound and grounds, or at the ever-growing construction company that was the tribe's chief source of income.
Mario had just made an exciting offer to Miguel's boy Finn, to join him in setting up a landscaping company together. He explained to Miguel, "Finn is already the gardener at the tribe's compound but he is so much more than that. He's not only a talented landscaper, he absolutely loves gardening – and that's essential. Landscaping is two parts talent and three parts love.
Miguel loved the idea, but there was one problem. Finn had been working with his young pal Tyler as co-house managers at the compound. While Tyler was pleased for his friend, he felt that this left him high and dry. So now, this sudden offer to work with his hero Pablo was thrilling, but confusing.
As he sat with furrowed brow trying to get his mind round what it would mean, Pablo prompted, "So how about it, kid? You wanna come work with me at the construction site?"
"Of course, sir. But I'm not sure I would make a very good mechanic ... nothing like your assistant Ben."
Pablo laughed, "No, I don't think you would either, kiddo, but that's not what I need. Let me explain. Randy has asked us to set up a central mechanics' workshop to service all the vehicles for the four construction sites. Ben and me have got the space ready but I'm going to need a warehouse manager to control the stock of supplies and spare parts to be stored there.
"Like everything else in the company, the expenses, receipts and budget would have to be run through the office, supervised by Bob and the office manager Brandon. So you would be working closely with them, and especially Darius's boy Ryan, the office's computer wiz who'll set up a new computer program for the operation. But you'll be reporting directly to me as your boss, so we'll be seeing a lot of each other."
Pablo grinned. "You'll probably get tired of my ugly mug, and there might be off-the-job duties. Like when my dad Randy gets horny in the lunch hour he calls me into his office, bends me over his desk and fucks my ass. You know I copy Randy a lot, and I too get horny during the day.
"I wouldn't get tired of you, sir," Tyler said, blushing. "And I could handle those off-the-job duties, definitely."
"That's my boy," Pablo said, ruffling Tyler's hair. "I know all this must sound kinda overwhelming right now, so the first thing I want you to do is get together with Ryan. He's already started work on his computer program so he'll break it all down for you and make it simpler. You get on OK with Ryan, don't you?"
"Oh yes, sir. I mean, Finn and me work together so we're buddies, but ..."
"But he's going on to bigger things, a landscape gardener with Mario – pretty hot stuff. And now you'll be with me and Ben, and Ryan and the guys in the office. But like I said, you'll report to me ..." Pablo grinned, "especially in the lunch breaks. OK, I don't wanna confuse you anymore so go talk to Ryan. He's sitting over there with his man Darius."
He kissed Tyler on the lips, and Tyler ran excitedly across the garden to join Ryan, and left Pablo sitting with the leaders of the tribe, Bob and Randy, and their buddies Zack and Miguel.
Randy congratulated his adopted son Pablo. "Well done, boy. You gave him just enough information for now, plus a hard-on when you talked about his lunch break duties," he grinned. "Not officially part of his job description ... call it one of the perks of the job."
Bob raised his eyebrows at Zack and Miguel and sighed, "Randy, do you guys have to bring sex into everything?"
Randy feigned surprise. "What d'you mean? Sex is already in everything. Hey, look at me ... look at me Bob, into my eyes. Now tell the truth ... you got a hard-on?"
Bob blushed. "Fuck you, man."
"See, guys?" Randy said triumphantly. "Bob always says that when I say `fuck you, man' to him, it means Bob's won. Well you just heard it from his own sexy lips, so I'm right, he's got a boner. Keep it up, buddy, I ain't finished with you yet. Later, dude."
Bob's cock got harder.
<><> A WIN-WIN ALL ROUND <><>
When Tyler joined Darius and his boy Ryan, Darius grinned, "Hey, young Tyler, you look like you lost a dime and found a dollar. You just won the lottery or something?"
"I feel like it, sir. I'm so happy."
"You hear about Finn's big scoop with Mario? Great news, uh? But don't that leave you to clean and manage the compound on your own?"
"That's what I thought, sir, until I just spoke to Pablo. Guess what ... he wants me to go and work for him. Pablo and Ben are setting up this big mechanics' shop and he wants me to manage the warehouse – supplies and parts and stuff. And I'll report direct to him."
"Lunch-times too?" Darius chuckled.
"That too, sir."
"The crafty devil," Darius smiled. "Great idea, a win-win all round." He looked over at Pablo who raised his beer bottle, a salute returned by Darius, a broad smile spreading over his chiseled black features. I gotta talk to that guy in a minute. So why did he send you over here, kiddo?"
"He said I have to come and talk to Ryan `cos he's the computer expert."
"Best there is," Darius said proudly, patting Ryan's hand. "You told me you're already working on it, Ryan."
"Yeah, I was just waiting to see who's gonna manage the inventory so we can complete the program together. See, Tyler, I'm going to make it really simple, using barcodes. Supplies come in, you put a bar code on them, scan it and put it on a shelf that also has a bar code. Everything goes automatically in the computer, and you'll be using a tablet. When Pablo or Ben ask you for a part, you enter it on your tablet and bingo, it tells you the exact location.
"It also controls the inventory and alerts you when the stock is running low. It's pretty much like big stores use with their huge inventories. We used it in the stationery store I worked at. I've got a tablet right here so I'll show you how far I've got building the program. Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other Tyler. Kinda nice that our men are lovers too."
"You got that right, kid," Darius grinned. "We'll be quite the foursome. While you two talk technical, I gotta have a chat with Pablo. Long time since we really sat down and had a long talk. Not too much work, though, you hear, boys? This is the Grady-House, you're supposed to be having fun."
"This is fun, sir" Ryan protested.
"To you, maybe, kiddo. But one man's fun is another man's fog. I'm lost in the fog the minute you say those three scariest words in the language ... Go to settings."
Ryan laughed, Darius kissed him hard, and left the boys to `talk technical' together. He strode over to the other table and smiled at Pablo. "Great move, stud. I approve. Your kid is majorly happy, and I predict him and my boy Ryan will soon be tight buddies. Which means you and me have to get our act together. You wanna take a walk?"
"Sure, dude. Excuse us, guys, Darius and me have to talk."
As they left, Zack grinned, "Yeah, you bet they do."
<><> DRIFTING APART, COMING TOGETHER <><>
They grabbed fresh beers from the bar and sauntered past the pool and into the elaborate gardens. Darius said, "That was terrific, Pablo, what you did for your boy. He was fit to burst when he came to tell Ryan and me. I've never seen him so excited, he's usually so quiet."
"Yeah, well that was the idea. I wanted to give him an ego boost, give him a job he could be proud off instead of being a fucking houseboy."
"And make you proud of him, like I'm proud of my boy Ryan. That kid is pivotal to the technical side of running the company, from architectural drawings to the business office and now your mechanics' workshop. Randy says Ryan's the guy who clinched the government contract with L.A. City. They were paranoid about security and Ryan dazzled them with science, something to do with MFA, Multi-Factor Authentication, whatever that is. I don't understand that shit but he does. The kid's a genius."
"Oh yeah?" Pablo said. "Well this new job is gonna put my boy Tyler in the limelight too. He's gonna be a kingpin in our project, even more than Ryan."
Darius winced. "Dude, don't turn this into a contest of boys – some `my-boy-is-better-than-your-boy' bullshit."
"Screw you, man. You're just scared that Tyler's gonna get to be more important than Ryan."
"Pablo, why is that whenever we meet we get prickly with each other – still competitive like we were when we first met? You're always playing the `boss's boy' card, as if that outclasses Zack's boy – me. We should copy our boys. They seem to be getting alone great with each other, so why can't we? We're supposed to be the adults in the room." Darius grabbed Pablo's arm and propelled him through some trees.
"What the fuck's this place?" Pablo scowled.
"Mario calls it the grotto. Word is that Adam and Nate came in here recently and made love. They'd been growing apart and this place reminded them of how much they meant to each other." Darius sat down on the grass and pulled Pablo down with him.
They sat in silence for a while, sipping their beer. Like most of the other guys on this laidback day, they were barefoot in just swim trunks. Pretty soon, the atmosphere here – the sun slanting through the trees, leaves rustling gently in the breeze – smoothed their ruffled feathers.
Pablo said softly. "Do you remember those early days? There was no tribe back then, just Randy and Bob, sorting out their intense new feelings for each other. And police officer Mark had just shown up.
"Randy and Mark had driven their Harleys out to the desert, and they found me working for the Baxter boys in a remote gas station in the middle of nowhere. Boy, those Baxters were a nasty piece of work, treated me rough, so Randy rescued me and brought me back to live with him and Bob as their mechanic. But when I got home with them, I found you were already there."
"Yeah," Darius said. "I had been working for a rich group of guys who got their rocks off paying hot guys to put on a show – muscle-studs getting worked over with bondage, whips, the whole nine yards They really put Randy and Bob through the ringer, they suffered magnificently, and I got to fuck Randy's face with my ten inches of prime black beef. It went on for several days and the rich guys paid beaucoup bucks – twelve grand as I learned later, seed money for the company they later set up..
"I was blown away by these gorgeous guys and knew I had to see them again. So I left the desert and came to find them in the big city. Randy's first reaction was to beat me up for face-fucking him that time, but even that turned me on."
Pablo grinned. "But when you and I met it was like hell freezing over, as we saw each other as competition for the affections of Randy and Bob. But I'll tell you the truth, Darius, even when we were throwing hostile glances at each other, I couldn't take my eyes of that long shape under your jeans stretching halfway down your thigh."
Darius laughed. "Yeah, and I couldn't take my eyes off that bubble butt of yours, the perfect globes that Randy drooled over. Well, something had to give, and I remember saying, your butt and my dick – a match made in heaven'. You put a sign on the garage door, Stay Out – Men at Work' and we fucked. That was the first time we made love – first of many."
Darius grinned, "And now look at us all these years later. As the old saying goes – we've come a long way, baby. I'm the boss of one of the construction sites, and you're the firm's chief mechanic, in charge of all the company's heavy machinery. And we both have our own boys who idolize us."
They lay on their sides on the grass and ran their eyes over the other's body and face. "What happened to us, kiddo?" Darius asked. "In those days we were crazy in lust with each other, but over time, our energy was all taken up in our hero-worship of our men, Randy and Zack. Hell, Randy even adopted you. They sure took good care of us, and they never felt at all competitive. Difference there is, Randy and Zack are still close buddies but we seem to have drifted apart."
"You're right Darius. Those early days were magic for us, weren't they? I mean, we always had that competitive streak, but in those days it was fun, a game, often a sex game. As we grew up our rivalry got more serious and, like you said, lately we've even used our boys as part of the contest. At least I have.
"I feel ashamed of what I said to you just now, Darius, about me pushing Tyler forward till he becomes a bigger star than your Ryan. That was me talking about myself, dude, using my boy to one-up you. But the kids are oblivious to all that. Just now when they got together out there, they were instant buddies and, like you said, they'll likely stay real good pals."
Pablo sighed. "I think this is mostly my fault. You're right, I do flaunt this `boss's boy' thing, then I have to live up to it by being the best, the toughest. Truth is you're more self-confident than I am." Pablo grinned, "Maybe because of that massive schlong between your legs. Guys with a huge cock often have big egos to go with it. Look at Randy – huge dick, alpha male. And sure, I model myself on him."
Darius smiled. "So, what? Are we back to those days when we first met and competed for Randy's approval?"
"Maybe so, dude. In that sense we haven't come a long way at all – we lost the magic."
Darius ran a finger down Pablo's chest. "Do you ... like ... do you still love me, dude?"
Pablo sighed. "You know, a while ago I was talking with Bob about love and he put it this way. He said that as we get older and relationships grow, love changes. We no longer wanna fuck like jackrabbits all the time, but that don't mean love dies. Bob said it gets stronger as it matures – just less frantic.
"And you know, he's right, Darius. Whenever I come over to your construction site and see you bare chested in black jeans, striding around, giving orders to the crew who all clearly respect and admire you, I know I still love you. Plus it gives me a boner. I wanna run up to you, fling my arms round you and kiss you. But that might not look so good in front of the crew," Pablo grinned. "So I go back to my office and jack off thinking about that monster schlong in my ass."
Darius laughed. "Same here kiddo. When I watch you in the mechanic's area, with no shirt on, bending over the hood of a truck, that sexy bubble butt straining against your tight jeans, damn I wanna jump your bones in the worst way. And I would have years ago. But I guess these days the mature Darius has more self-control.
"But it's much more than the stiff dick it gives me. I watch you concentrating on the engine, and know how hard you work, doing such a damn fine job to make Randy proud of you. And my heart goes out to you. That's the kind of love Bob means."
"You're right, Darius. Bob also said that a lot of guys think their relationship is over when the fuck-bunny stage cools down – especially if it was nothing but physical lust in the first place. And often, the hotter the sex, the steeper the fall. You know the old phrase – `too hot not to cool down'. Then life gets in the way – work, responsibilities, pleasing our men, taking care of our own boys. Somehow what you and me have together got squeezed out.
"So where does that leave us now, dude?"
"Hmm," Darius pondered. "I guess we're at that transition stage from frenzied fucking to long term loving. Somehow we gotta rekindle the flame."
Pablo grinned. "Shouldn't be too hard. Remember how we solved our differences back in the old days."
"Yeah, you put a sign on the door saying `Stay Out, Men at Work. We fought and fucked and proved we were a match made in heaven."
"Yeah," Pablo grinned, "and we were pretty much evenly matched as I recall. Though these days I could take you in a heartbeat."
"There you go again, dude, another contest. I gotta call you on that one."
"Try me, buddy," Pablo grinned. "Let's see what you got, old man."
<><> THE ALMIGHTY CLUB <><>
That old man' wisecrack touched a nerve, and in seconds they were grappling, rolling over the grass in a tangle of muscular limbs. But the friendly tussle didn't last long before Darius was kneeling astride Pablo's chest, leaning forward and pinning his wrists to the ground. "You know I always was stronger than you, buddy. And time was, when I pinned you down like this, it turned you on to be at my mercy. Cos you knew what came next."
"Who says that's changed, dude? Some things never change."
"You mean you want a visit from this guy again?" Darius pulled his swim trucks down far enough for his monster ten-inch cock to spring out, long and stiff as a flagpole. Pablo gasped and flicked out his tongue, but the tip was just out of reach. Darius taunted him by lowering his cock so his tongue briefly tasted the pre-cum, before he pulled away again.
"You always used to do that, dude, and it drove me crazy," "That's why I'm doing it now, kid. I wanna hear you beg."
"Fuck you, man."
Darius laughed. "You really do take after your old man, don't you? When Randy says that to Bob it's a sure sign he's given up." Darius lowered himself over Pablo and let the head of his cock enter his mouth for a split second before pulling back again.
"Fuck, man," Pablo moaned, "I want your cock so bad."
"OK, dude, here is comes." Darius slapped Pablo's face with his cock, hard, from side to side. Pablo tried to catch it in his mouth but Darius was not about to allow that.
Instead he pressed the monster cock flat on his captive's face, across his lips up past his nose to his eyes, forehead and into his hair. Darius ground it hard up and down his face, while Pablo opened his mouth wide, trying to get a taste. When Darius finally pulled away Pablo pleaded, "Give it to me, man, in my mouth. So many times I've jerked off thinking about sucking it all the way down."
"So, you ready to plead the way I like to hear it?"
The tough, handsome mechanic looked up at the square-jawed handsome coffee-colored face, with finely etched features, buzz-cut hair, pale green eyes and a smile displaying dazzlingly white teeth. Pablo's gaze moved down over the fine, muscular build that flexed as he pinned him down, veins standing out on his impressive arms, shoulders and chest, and his ripped abs.
And Pablo knew he was beaten – not so much by Darius's bodily strength as by his own desire, his own lust. From the earliest days he had always worshipped this massive black shaft, though he had not admitted it for a long time. Now, at this moment, he wanted it so desperately that he would do, and say, anything.
"OK, man, I give up. Please put your cock in my mouth, I want it so bad. Please, sir, I beg you."
"See how easy that was, dude? OK, as you asked so nicely." He chuckled, "That gaping mouth looks like a chick in a nest waiting to be fed. So chow down on this, stud."
At last Darius let his buddy lick the pre-cum oozing from the tip. Then slowly, torturously slowly. he eased the solid round head into his wide-open mouth, then slid the whole thick cock down his throat, inch by inch by endless inch.
It came to rest, pressing against the soft membrane at the back of his throat. Pablo gagged a bit until he got used to the feel of the big chunk of meat filling his mouth. He bit down softly on the thick shaft, chewed on it, making Darius groan with pleasure, his cock now iron hard.
From long experience Darius knew exactly the limits of Pablo's endurance and pain threshold, and he now eased in and out of his mouth. Pablo also knew just what turned Darius on and he clenched his throat muscles round the long rod as it moved inside him with increasing speed and force.
It was an erotic fantasy for Darius too, watching his rod move in and out of the rugged mechanic's exotic Mestizo face with its lightly stubbled chin and upper lip, high cheek bones and slanted brown eyes, his jet-black hair flopping over his high forehead into his eyes. As Darius fucked harder, tears spang to Pablo's eyes and ran down his cheeks.
But there was no more choking, just the implacable shaft driving relentlessly in and out of the gaping mouth. Pablo could have chowed down on his lover's cock forever, but that was not an option for Darius as, time and again, he approached the edge or orgasm and had to pause to avoid ejaculating deep in his throat.
At last the fuck slowed and he gently pulled all the way out.
"No, man," Pablo pleaded ... "more. Cum in my mouth, I wanna drink your jizz."
"Not on your life, dude. You know what I want. That match made in heaven was between my cock and your bubble butt."
"Yeah, OK yeah, fuck my ass, man. I wanna feel it in deep."
<><> BLACK ON WHITE <><>
Darius sprang to his feet, dropped his swim trunks and towered naked over the awestruck mechanic. He bent down and pulled Pablo's shorts down his legs and off, then hooked his bare foot under him and flipped him over on his belly. And there was that butt, pointing up at him in all its naked glory. "Holy shit," Darius breathed, stroking his cock. "I always forget how fucking perfect that ass is."
He dopped to his knees between Pablo's legs and slapped the ass, watching the white globes bunce under the blows, then clench tight to withstand the assault. The blows were sharp enough for red handprints to emerge on the white flesh. Darius lay flat on his stomach and licked his red handprints on the mounds as if to heal the wounds.
"Shit, I can't get enough of that ass, dude. All those times I saw it and never let on that I wanted to work it over. I stood behind a low wall and stared at you bending over the hood of a truck, that gorgeous ass straining against your jeans, and I jerked off against the wall. But now here it is, all mine, and I'm gonna do what I always wanted to do – eat it out before I fuck it."
Still lying on his stomach the Darrius lowered his face onto the waiting ass – an erotic sight, the dark, ebony face pressed between the white ass cheeks. He buried his face in the ass and licked it, pushing his tongue in where his cock would soon penetrate. Pablo moaned in ecstasy. He pulled up on his elbows and looked back over his shoulder at the handsome black stud munching his ass.
"Yeah, eat it, man. Make it good and ready to get reamed by that the almighty club." He pushed his ass higher to meet the hungry, slurping mouth.
As before, Darius was so close to losing his load that he had to ease off and pull himself back on his knees. "OK, kid, time for the main event." He grabbed Pablo's waist and pulled him up onto his knees too, so he was on all fours, looking back over his shoulder at his buddy stroking his cock, saliva oozing from his mouth and running down his stubbled chin.
"Do it, man." Pablo pleaded. "I'm so fucking hot I could cum just waiting for it."
"Don't you fucking cum, boy, not till I say you can. Here's what you wanted, dude ..."
Pablo looked back at the ecstatic expression on Darius's face and felt the rod ease inside him. The mechanic moaned as the long rod slowly sank into his ass. It was a feeling like no other – not only the physical assault on his ass, but the sense that this beautiful black hunk, his lover from way back, was once again dominating him, owning his ass that he surrendered willingly.
"Remember this, dude?" Darius smiled. "Been a long time, way too long. Man, there is nothing like that ass, when I'm in deep and my pubes scrape against those flexed cheeks."
"Harder, man," Pablo groaned. "I can take it, you know that, I need it so bad."
So the gently caressing cock became a piston, driving mercilessly in and out of the macho mechanic's ass. And Pablo took it all, as if making up for all the times they had both lusted for each other but had settled for a lonesome jerkoff."
"You OK, dude?" Darius panted.
"What d'ya think, stud? You don't hear me complain. There's nobody like you ... fuck me."
It was a homoerotic fantasy – a muscular black construction worker ploughing the naked ass of the tough, virile mechanic, the air thick with their groans and panting breath, and the sound of flesh slamming against flesh.
But even these men had their limits and Darius could sense that his man was close to losing his load. So he suddenly pulled all the way out, to Pablo's desperate protests. He flipped Pablo over and smiled down at him. "I wanna watch your face as you spray your jizz while I unload in you, dude. Naturally, though, I ain't gonna let you touch your cock."
He went back to the original position, kneeling between Pablo's legs, leaning forward and pinning his arms to the ground. The savage fuck was over. He pushed his cock back in his ass and lovingly massaged the tender membrane.
Darius smiled into his buddy's brown eyes. "There, that's what we used to call making love, kiddo, before life got in the way and we ... I dunno ... grew up. We've been damn fools, drifting apart like that. From here on I wanna be closer to you, dude – just you and me and our boys. But first I wanna make sure of one thing. A while ago you said you still love me. Now I want you to show me. Look at me, kid. You know what I want ..."
Pablo gazed up at the sparkling green eyes set in the chiseled brown features, and felt the long shaft moving gently inside him. He smiled up at his lover. "f course I love you, Darius. I never stopped – though I stopped showing you. I'll show you now, though. I love your dick in my ass ... it's gonna make me ... make me ... aaahh ..." He sighed, his body tensed, and his cock pumped streams of juice over his chest and abs in a hands-free orgasm.
"That's what I wanted to see, kid. And here's what you've wanted all this time." He pulled his cock all the way back, grinned, and drove it in hard and deep one last time. His muscles flexed and they both howled as he filled his lover's ass with the juice of his pent-up passion.
<><> THE GERM OF AN IDEA <><>
When his cock had drained, Darius pulled out and lay on the grass facing Pablo, each lying on his side, propped on his elbow, and they kissed. Darius said, "Well, we know one thing, the passion's still there, dude. Now we've gotta cope with the other thing – growing up together instead of apart. It's like starting out new. And we've both got boys we have to care for now."
"Yeah, somehow we gotta bust the old mold and create a new one ... a new nest. It's like I said just now, Darius. I want to be closer to you, and the boys, like a family. We need some kinda gesture to make that happen."
"And I know how, kiddo. We move house."
"Move house? How?"
"Listen," Darius said. "Earlier today I was sitting with Zack, Randy and Bob and, well, you know how Bob is always scheming about something or other. He casually mentioned that house across the street from the compound, next door to Hassan and Pete's condo. An old couple live there but they're retired now and the house is getting too much for them, too much maintenance they can't afford. So they've bought a condo and they wanna sell their house fast."
"You know Bob, always has an angle, and I think he was testing the waters to see if Zack and Miguel would be interested, as our second floor is a bit crowded, what with those two, Finn, and us four. But I don't think Zack was interested. Seems him and Miguel like the second floor – which Zack helped to renovate – though he agreed it had become too crowded."
Pablo said, "Tell you the truth, buddy, I was getting a bit tired of being one of the `second-floor guys' as we're known. Now that Tyler is gonna be working with me I want a bit more room for us, not be just two guys in a crowd."
"I've been feeling the same, Pablo. So the thought crossed my mind that we should put in a bid for the house. Bob said it's a spacious two bedroom with a nice little garden in back, bit overgrown, though.
"But nothing our landscaper buddy Finn can't fix, eh?" Pablo laughed. "Us two are earning pretty good money now, and Bob could tell us if he thinks we'd qualify for a mortgage. He's great at real-estate. It's quite a thought, eh? Us four living together as a family. Should we tell the boys about it? Too soon, you think?"
"Pablo, from now on I want to share everything with my boy Ryan, even if it's just the germ of an idea. I don't wanna treat him like a kid. I want him involved in our plans every step of the way."
"I feel the same about Tyler. Now he's got a grownup job I want him to be a grownup in everything." Pablo grinned his crooked grin. "You know, dude, we work pretty well together, we think the same way. Maybe we should become lovers."
"You think so? Maybe you're right. `Course, the physical side has to be right too. Let's see ..." Darius leaned over and they kissed, passionately. When they pulled apart Darius flashed his dazzling smile. "Felt good to me, kiddo."
"Match made in heaven, I'd say. OK, let's give it a try." They roared with laughter and kissed again, unaware of the rustling of bushes until they heard Tyler's voice.
"Oh, sorry, sirs. We didn't mean to ... we were just taking a walk. We'll come back later."
"No," Pablo said to Tyler and Ryan. "Come over here. It's all in the family after all."
The boys sat on the grass with them, and the men put their arms round them. Tyler felt the sticky semen on Pablo's chest. "Would you like me to clean this up, sir?" He bent down and lapped up the spilled cum, licking his chest clean. He looked up and smiled, cum on his lips and chin, and Pablo kissed him.
When they stopped, Pablo said, "As you can tell, boys, Darius and me were, er, getting close, resolving some past issues. In case you guys weren't sure, Darius and I are in love with each other – and with you too. And we want us all to be close, like a family."
"Yeah," Darius agreed, "and we came up with the germ of an idea. It's only an idea and may come to nothing, but we want to share stuff like this with you two. It's about that little house across the street."
"The one the old couple live in, sir?" Ryan asked. "Bob was talking about it in the office the other day. It's coming up for sale. Bob hears about all this stuff before places even go on the market."
"You're way ahead of us, kiddo. Anyway, Darius and me thought it might be just the place for us – family of four in a two-bedroom house. Now don't get excited `cos we haven't even told Bob yet, it's just a gleam in our eyes."
Tyler smiled, wide-eyed. "So let's go and talk to Bob now, sir. We'll all go – like a family."
Pablo smiled at Darius. "Dude, do you get the feeling our boys are gonna be running this show, and we're getting dragged along behind them? OK, guys, no time like the present, I guess. Let's go."
<><> BOB TAKES CHARGE <><>
Darius and Pablo pulled on their shorts and the four of them tramped across the garden, the boys in the lead. They made straight for the table where Zack and Miguel were sitting with Bob and Randy, drinking and snacking
Zack said, "You guys look very pleased with yourself. Where you been?"
Darius said, "Pablo and me have been in the place Mario calls the grotto, you know, the spot where Adam and Nate worked out their issues and fell in love again."
Bob grinned, "And did you two work out your issues and fall in love again?"
Darius and Pablo exchanged smiles and Pablo said, "Actually, Bob, you put your finger right on it. That's almost exactly what happened."
"Congratulations," Miguel said. "And now that Tyler is coming to work for you, and he'll be working closely with Darius's boy Ryan, you're quite the tight little family unit."
"That's just what we were thinking," Darius said, "and, er, well, no beating around the bush, we want that tight little family unit to be closer together." Darius looked at Zack. "Thing is, we'd like to live together."
Zack frowned. "You mean all four of you move out of the second floor where we all live?"
"Not if you don't like the idea, sir. Obviously we don't want to do anything that goes against ..."
"Hold it right there, dude. Who said I didn't like it?. Matter of fact I was saying to Bob and Randy a while ago that, now that Miguel's boy Finn has this fancy new landscaping job with Mario we're already thinking of him more of a man with than a boy – a threesome with Miguel and me. Hell, already you two spend most of the time with your boys, and Miguel and I are with Finn, so we were telling Bob and Randy that we'd like a bit more space."
Bob cleared his throat. "Er, guys, if I may clarify the situation and put it in perspective. All weekend up here at the Grady-House couples have been firming up their relationships and redefining their small families – like Mark, Jamie and Felipe, then Adam, Chad and Nate. And now we're looking at two more little families – Zack, Miguel and Finn, and Darius, Pablo and their boys.
"I see that as a great development. A large family like the tribe is stronger if it's made up of loving couples and small family components. All we have to do is help with the logistics."
"And I suppose you've got it all worked out as usual," grunted Randy, who so far had not spoken.
"Well, I wouldn't say I've got it all worked out, but I do have a few ideas."
Ryan blurted, "Like that house across the street you've been talking about in the office, sir? Darius and Pablo want to buy it."
There was a buzz of protesting voices warning the boy he was jumping the gun, though Darius grinned at him, pleased with his boldness.
Bob called them to order. "Wait, wait, guys, one step at a time. You're right, Ryan, I had been thinking of the house as a possibility for Zack, Miguel and Finn. But I believe they would be happier with the whole second floor to themselves. I think the house across the street would be perfect for a family of four.
"Matter of fact, I know the old couple quite well and they were asking me the other day if I knew of any prospective buyers. They're anxious to sell fast and get into their new condo, and they'd rather not go through the tedious process of putting it on the market, with looky-loos tramping in to view it. They know I'm in finance, and I think if I could recommend a buyer they'd jump at the chance. It's a nice little place, though the price is so low because after years of neglect it needs quite a bit of renovation, something they can't afford."
"No problem there, Bob, I could take care of that myself," said construction boss Darius.
"But let's not be hasty," Bob said. "I'll tell them I have an interested party and they'll leave it with me. Pablo, Darius, you're both earning good money, with solid jobs, so you should easily qualify for a loan. I assume you want both your names on the mortgage."
"Of course, sir," they said in unison.
"Right, so I'll talk to the bank about financing. If push comes to shove I could co-sign the note, though I don't think that will be necessary. So will you guys leave it with me?"
"Absolutely," said Pablo, and Darius raised his beer. "This may be premature but I propose a toast. To families, houses, and to Bob." They all joined in and everyone got festive – except for one man who was frowning in thought.
"Guys," Bob, said, "I apologize for taking charge of the meeting, and especially to Randy who resents it when I get `uppity' as he calls it. But I have a feeling he wants more than an apology."
"Damn straight," Randy growled. "So, ya'll say that guys go to this `grotto' place to sort stuff out? OK, our turn now. Sorry to break up the party, guys, but me and my man gotta talk."
Randy stood up and pulled Bob up beside him. He grabbed his arm and pulled him away. Bob looked over his shoulder with a grin, and Zack and Miguel gave him a thumbs up.
<><> THE GYPSY GOES WILD <><>
They walked into the circle of trees, Mario's grotto', and Randy pushed Bob back against one of the trees. Bob said, "I suppose you're pissed at me, jealous cause I took charge back there and left you in the shadows."
"Shut the fuck up, man," Randy growled softly. Randy, shirtless in jeans, pulled from his pocket a length of cord that he must have stashed away earlier. Bob assumed that bondage and punishment would come next as Randy physically reasserted his authority.
He was right about the first part, but not the punishment. Randy pulled Bob's arms back around the tree and tied his wrists together. Reflexively Bob tugged at his wrist but Randy was a master at bondage and Bob knew he was at the mercy of the swarthy gypsy – a position he had been in many times before. In the past, punishment would have followed – but not this time.
Instead Randy paced around, looking angrily at the ground, then at his prisoner who was barefoot in blue-jeans and his customary white V-neck T-shirt. He assumed Randy's anger was cranking up for the inevitable explosion, when the caveman would leap from his cave.
But when the explosion come it was only verbal. "You don't fucking get it, do you, man? You just don't get it. Sure, I get a bit pissed when you take charge like that, but it's not rage I feel. No, I'm turned on looking you, acting so fucking macho, and I get a massive hard-on."
He kept pacing, clenching his fists. "Dammit, man, I watch you, that brain working overtime, mapping out the future for those guys, and you are at the top of your game, so fucking hot, such a fucking ... man! I see all the guys staring up at you as you talk, they love and admire you, you're their hero.
"But they all know that you're my fucking man. Mine to do as I like with – tie you up, punish you, whip you, fuck that gorgeous ass. I fucking love you, man. I wanted to shove you over the table right there, pull your pants down and plough your ass while they all watched. `Hands off, he's mine, he's my man'."
He stopped pacing and stared at Bob. "Look at you ... look at you, so fucking beautiful." Randy walked up to him. "That body ..." He clamped his hands over Bob's pecs, dug his fingers in hard and clawed down his chest, ripping his T-shirt.
"And that face, that gorgeous fucking face ..." He put one hand round Bob's neck and slapped him with the other hand, one cheek then the other, then stared at him and kissed him, grinding their lips together, fiercely, ravenously, like he wanted to eat him.
Finally he stopped and pulled back, and Bob gazed at the wild gypsy, with his magnificent physique, dark, chiseled features, heavily stubbled square jaw, high gypsy cheekbones and long shaggy black hair falling over his brow. And those eyes, laser-blue under heavy dark brows, and a set to his lips, half smile, half sneer, with a hint of danger. He had terrified men with that look before slugging them with his fists.
Right now he looked sexier than ever to Bob whose lust for the man, and a frisson of fear, gave him a roaring hard-on in his jeans.
Randy stared at him, long and hard, a rugged alpha male tied to the tree, shirt hanging in shreds over his muscled chest. "So fucking gorgeous!" The wild-eyed gypsy's desire for the man peaked and ... "aaargh" ... with an animal howl he leapt forward, grabbed the ragged shirt, frantically yanked the torn shreds off his sculpted torso and tossed them contemptuously aside. Panting wildly he punched his pecs and abs, driven to a fever pitch by the sight of his muscles flexing to withstand the blows.
But suddenly he roared again "... No...! No...!" The wildman reared back, turned and staggered across the clearing to an opposite tree. Pressing his chest against it he pounded his fists against the bark and sobbed, "Why do I always wanna hurt you, man? You drive me so crazy that force is the only way I know to make you mine, to keep you mine."
"He spun round, his back against the tree, tears running down his cheeks, and stared across the clearing at his bare-chested lover. He regained his breath and grew calmer. "So fucking hot. That beautiful face, a body that won't quit. You know that's always how I like you best – no shirt, barefoot in jeans, no belt, that long sexy waist tapering down to slim hips hugged by your tight jeans."
Randy slowly unbuttoned his own jeans pulled out his cock and stroked it slowly, his eyes fixed on Bob. His swarthy face broke into a tear-stained smile. "You know the guys always say you're the brains of the outfit and I'm the brawn. They're right. So when you act all brainy, I gotta get brawny and go a bit wild.
"But this, right now, is perfect. Just looking at you, a handsome young executive, stripped to the waist, tied to a tree ... so fucking ... pornographic. Try to get free, man. You know what I like."
Bob looked behind him and tugged at the ropes, lightly at first but with growing fear, his sculpted physique flexing as he strained harder. His body writhed, back banging frantically against the tree, desperate to get free, chiseled features grimacing, face thrashing from side to side."
Tiring at last, he slowed down and stopped. Body heaving, sweat pouring down his face, he stared across the clearing at his captor.
Randy pounded his meat in his fist. "Fuck man, you've never looked sexier than you do now. So fucking gorgeous ... fuck ... fuck ... I love you, man, I fucking love you ... aaahh ... I'm gonna cum ... gonna cum ... yeaahh ..." He roared as he pounded his cock that erupted with jets of thick juice that flew through the air and splashed on the grass between them."
The construction boss's rugged body shuddered as his cock drained, and he fell to his knees. He stared up at the bound muscle-god. "I love you, man. I fucking love you so bad."
He fell forward on his stomach and dragged himself slowly over the ground until he pressed his face on Bob's bare feet, then licked them in an act of homage. He raised his face, reached up and grabbed Bob's hips and pulled himself up until his face was level with the damp bulge in his jeans. He ripped them open and his lover's cock sprang out and hit him in the face. It was rock hard – the damp patch was wet from the pre-cum that had been oozing from his cock since Randy tied him up.
Randy gazed up at the taut, sweating body, opened his mouth and lowered it over his lover's cock, all the way down until his face was pressed in the wiry tangle of black pubes. Bob gasped and pulled at his bound wrists, longing to touch the gypsy face. He was so close to orgasm, but just as he was about to shoot Randy pulled back.
"No," Bob groaned, realizing that Randy was torturing his cock by edging him, bringing him to the edge of orgasm, then denying him at the last minute. It happened again and again, Randy was a master of cock abuse, and the alpha stud groaned in submission, "I can't take any more, man. I'm done. Please, I gotta cum. Let me cum ... I'm begging you, man. I'm done ..."
Randy pulled back on his knees and stared up at Bob with that dangerous smile on his face. He wrapped his fist round his own semi-erect cock and stroked it again. "No," the captive pleaded, pulling desperately at his ropes. "Please, man, suck my cock, I gotta cum, my nuts are fit to burst. I'll do anything, sir. Whip me, pound my ass, chain me up and torture me."
This is what Randy wanted, to watch a handsome alpha male beg for mercy, humiliate himself in abject surrender. Randy pounded his own cock harder and harder staring up the homoerotic fantasy of the shirtless muscle-stud struggling desperately to get free.
Bob stared down in disbelief at the incredible sight of the rugged gypsy, on his knees, pounding his cock that was roaring hard again. "I love you, man," Randy roared. "I fucking love you ... yeaahh ..." Incredibly he shot another load, spraying jizz all over his own heaving body.
Staring down at the hypnotic blue eyes Bob tugged frantically at the ropes binding him and he howled. "Aaagh, I give up, you win ... I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum ... aaagh ..." His pent-up sperm raced up his cock and slammed down on the gypsy's face – his forehead, hair, eyes, and in his gaping mouth.
As the exhausted prisoner slumped in his ropes Rand gulped down his semen and grinned triumphantly, "That's my man." He reached up behind the tree, pulled the safety knot and the ropes unraveled. Bob's arms fell limp at his sides he, dropped to his knees before Randy and they fell together on the ground. As Randy wrapped his arms round his lover, Bob licked his own cum, mixed with tears, from Randy's face."
Randy grinned, "Buddy, there is no one, absolutely no one in the world like you."
"And thank god there's only one crazy gypsy like you, Randy. The world's not big enough for two of those."
They sighed deeply, held onto each other and were beginning to doze off when they heard, "Well, well, look what we have here."
They looked up and saw, towering over them, their buddy, the blond muscle-cop Mark.
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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 605
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