A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 608 by Rob Williams
CHAPTER 608 – "THE DARK GYPSY & BLOND YOUNG DOCTOR"
IN THIS CHAPTER
After Uncle Mike's injuries are healed by handsome Doctor Chad, the tribe gives Mike a hearty welcome and Doc Chad a standing ovation. Mike fears his "plumbing" might be injured, but his boy Larry proves his gear is fine, by riding it. Boss Randy thanks Chad in his special way. The rugged bare-chested gypsy grins down at the naked blond doctor. "Here it comes, doc – my gift to you." ___________________________________________________________________
<><> UNCLE MIKE – STRONG AS AN OX , OBSTINATE AS A MULE <><>
After a car wreck, where Uncle Mike had sustained a serious leg injury, he was at last out of hospital and at his temporary home in the tribe's compound. He had undergone a complex five-hour surgery, performed by Doctor Chad, the handsome doctor in the tribe.
His initial post-op recovery was faster than Chad expected, though he would be wearing a cast on his leg for some time. "The man is as strong as an ox, and he has a fighting spirit," Chad said to Randy, the tribe's leader who had sprung into action after the crash. "I wouldn't put it past him to drag himself out of here, cast and all.
"But seriously, I do feel that his frustration at being in bed is not good for his healing. Physically he's made great progress and I think he should continue his recovery at your place, Randy."
Randy reassured the doc that Mike would have people to care for him ("his boy Larry and thirty others," Randy said), and he would be staying on the ground floor – no stairs. Chad said he himself would do the in-home physical therapy. And when it came to lessons in how to maneuver a wheelchair, Mike's boy Larry grinned, "No problemo, doc – we have a couple of boys here who are experts."
So Chad agreed Mike could be discharge the next day, under strict conditions. "He's an active and obstinate guy and likely to do too much too soon and risk a setback. So you and your guys must keep a constant eye on him, exert some discipline. His leg will be in a cast, extended horizontally in his wheelchair, and I'll give you instructions, Larry, on how to keep it clean and watch for signs of infection."
Chad's prediction of Mike's mood when he got back to the tribe's compound was accurate. He soon fought against the restrictions of a wheelchair and was given immediate (and hilarious) lessons by the two boys who had spent their lives in one – Brandon and his boyfriend Brian.
The boys mischievously made fun of his first clumsy attempts, and Mike responded by giving them the finger, which prompted all the hilarity and changed Mike's wheelchair resentment into a fun lesson. With Bob and Randy looking down at them affectionately from their bedroom window, the lesson ended with smiles all round.
"Boys," Mike said, "thanks a million for helping me get the hang of this. Could you do me a favor? When I'm moving around – and I will be moving around – would you keep an eye on me and let me know when I'm doing something wrong?"
"Of course we will," Brandon smiled. "We'll snicker with laughter first, then correct you."
"Fuck you, guys," Mike grinned. "Love you kids to death."
Randy and Bob came out of the house and Randy stood at some distance facing Mike holding out his arms. "Hey, dude, walk this way and gimme a hug."
"Fuck you, boy. Any more bad wheelchair jokes and I'll thump you with my cast. Might break my leg again, but it'll make me feel a whole lot better."
"Is he being difficult again?" Larry had just come out of the house. "He's been like this ever since we brought him home. Can't you do something, Randy? Slug him or something?"
"Listen you guys," Mike growled, "Much more of this and I'll go running right back to the hospital."
"Good luck with that one, Mike," Bob smiled. "The running thing, I mean."
Again, everyone broke up with laughter, then Mike took charge with his usual assertiveness – in or out of a wheelchair. "OK, guys, I wanna talk to you all and set some ground rules here." He wheeled himself to a table on the lawn and the other three men joined him. Felipe brought out coffee and snacks and poured cups for all of them. Mike reached up and squeezed his arm. "Thanks, Felipe, you're a good kid."
Mike took a swig of coffee and began. "Guys, first let me say that I can never thank you all enough for everything you've done for me. The whole tribe has pulled together and given me a welcome that warms even my flinty old heart. It's such a great big loving family and there's no place else I would rather recuperate.
"You especially, Randy and Larry, for racing to my help and bringing me back to Doc Chad. Chad is in a special category and I wish I could think of an appropriate way to thank him."
Randy smiled. "Don't worry about Chad, Mike. I'll thank him for all of us."
"Bob, even though you work in the background I know how much you've done to rally the boys and men of the tribe. Like assigning young Felipe to take care of me. That kid really knows how to do it – discreetly, not pushy, even like the smooth way he just delivered this coffee to us.
"Which brings me to my next point. I don't want to be a distraction for your guys, taking you away from your work duties. I appreciate all your help, but I don't want to be the center of attention in the house. Also, I don't want to be useless, just sitting around like a lump. I want to pull my weight, so if there are any jobs I can do that don't involve jumping up and down on a trampoline, give them to me."
Bob smiled. "I'm sure we can come up with something, Mike ... we always need help in the office."
Mike grinned. "There I go again, throwing out my orders as usual ... kind of ridiculous when I'm in a wheelchair."
Brandon happened to be passing and overheard his last remark. He stopped and his eyes gleamed. "Excuse me, sir, but being in a wheelchair shouldn't stop anyone from being assertive. The wheelchair has nothing to do with it, you'll learn to forget about it like Brian and I have. It sure don't stop me from giving out orders all day to my staff, and they don't even see the wheelchair anymore." He blushed. "Sorry for interrupting, sir."
Mike looked chastened. "Don't apologize, Brandon, you're absolutely right and what I said is demeaning to you, to Brian and anyone else in the same situation. I stand corrected – er, sit corrected," he smiled. "I guess I have a lot to learn about life in a wheelchair. It's not only a physical state, it's a state of mind too. I asked you to set me right if you see me doing anything wrong, and that applies to saying something wrong too. Thanks, kiddo."
Bob smiled at Brandon. "Well said, Brandon. As I suggested just now, we might find a job for Uncle Mike in the office, where you're the boss. He'll be taking orders from you."
"I look forward to that, sir," Brandon said, his mischievous smile returning.
Felipe winked at Brandon and asked, "More coffee gentlemen?"
<><> LARRY RIDES AGAIN <><>
Mike was feeling tired and asked Larry to come inside with him and back to their room.
"Are you OK, sir?"
"Sure, first-time-out weariness is all."
"Maybe you should have a lie down, sir, if it's just fatigue."
Mike grinned. "Well, to tell you the truth, it's not just that. There's, er, something else been worrying me." Larry gave him a questioning look. "See, I was pretty banged up in that crash and Doc Chad ran all kinds of tests to make sure everything was working OK. Apart from the busted leg, everything was.
"But, er, there's one other thing he didn't check – couldn't check, really – to see if it's in working order. I mean, I haven't had an erection ever since the car wreck. I feel horny as hell in my mind but does that transmit to my cock and balls?"
Larry had guessed, from Mike's embarrassed reticence, the subject he was tiptoeing around. "Maybe doc couldn't check it out, sir, but I sure can. First, we gotta get you onto the bed."
Felipe came in and helped Larry ease Mike, very carefully, from the wheelchair to the bed, flat on his back. Felipe smiled and left, and Mike raised himself on his elbows. "So, you expected me to jump up on my knees and fuck you? I think Doc Chad would take a dim view of that."
"Of course not, sir. I said I would take care of you, and I will – in every way. First off, let's see if your plumbing is still working. Lie still and leave everything to me."
Mike's head fell back on the pillow. He linked his hands behind his head and gazed up at Larry. Letting go like this and watching his boy take charge was a role reversal that turned him on. So he didn't object when Larry reached down, ripped open Mike's cargo shorts and pulled out his limp cock. (The indignity of being manhandled out of a wheelchair was hardly conducive to stiff dicks.)
Undeterred, Larry grinned, "Don't move, sir. Leave it all to me."
Larry was wearing blue denim shorts, sneakers and a white, sleeveless buttoned T-shirt that was one of Mike's favorites as it hugged Larry's ripped body. He moved casually around the room, tidying up and pushing the wheelchair out of sight. His nonchalance masked a keen awareness of his lighting as he walked past windows with the sun streaming in. Several times he glanced over at Mike whose cock was showing encouraging signs of life.
At last Larry came to rest, standing at the foot of the bed, his body lit by striped sunlight coming through the slatted window blinds. By now Mike's cock was semi hard, and Larry completed the job by reaching behind his own neck and pulling his white shirt up over his body and off.
"Holy fucking shit," Mike gasped, his cock now fully erect, standing up like a flagpole. Instinctively he reached down with one hand to touch his cock, but Larry said, "OK, that thing needs attention, but don't touch. Like I keep saying, I'll take care of it."
Obeying his boy's orders Mike linked his hands behind his head again and watched as Larry knelt on the floor at the side of the bed. He leaned forward, licked Mike's balls and ran his tongue up the full length of the shaft. At the head he opened his mouth wide and swallowed the whole cock.
Mike groaned but didn't move, following his boy's orders and Doc Chad's instructions. He didn't have to move, as Larry was doing all the work. Mike's impulse was to raise his hips to push his rod in deeper, but that would have put pressure on his legs, a definite no-no. But as he had said, he was horny and his balls were straining with a week's worth of juice.
"Dude that feels so fucking hot. Nothing wrong with my machinery, I can shoot in your mouth anytime."
Larry pulled off his cock and said, "No you don't. After waiting for so long, that would be kind of an anti-climax. If you promise to hold still, I can go one better. `Permission to climb aboard, sir?"
"Permission granted," Mike grinned. Larry got to his feet, kicked off his sneakers and when he dropped his shorts his cock shot out, rock hard. He climbed on the bed and stood astride Mike whose eyes were gleaming in anticipation. He sank to his knees, astride Mike's chest, then lowered his ass until he felt Mike's wet rod press against it.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, sir," he grinned ... and sat on his cock, all the way until he felt wiry pubes scratching his ass. He leaned forward, unbuttoned Mike's shirt, pulled it open and ran his hands over his chest covered in gray hair. He squeezed his nipples and began raising and lowering his hips, massaging his cock with his ass.
"Fuck, you look so damn sexy, boy ... hah, and here I was worried about getting a stiff dick." He moved his hands from behind his head, reached up and worked Larry's tits in his fingertips. It was a game they had played often, a contest to see who would give in to the pain first and shoot his load.
They smiled at each other as Larry rode his man's cock and they both neared their climax. They turned up the pressure on each other's nipples until Mike said. "OK, boy, time for me to take control again. We're gonna call a truce and cum together."
"Aye-aye, sir, I'm good and ready." He took one hand off Mike's chest and stroked his own cock as he rode Mike's rod faster. He laughed, "Permission to bust a load, sir?"
"Permission granted, kid, oh yeah ... here it comes, boy ... fuck ... fuuuck!"
Larry sat down heavily on his cock and felt it shudder and pour warm juice inside him, while his own cock blasted streams of cum that splashed down on his man's chest and face.
Mike's eyes sparkled and he laughed, "Problem solved, dude. Wow, if my leg worked as well as my dick, I'd spring off the bed and kiss that damn wheelchair goodbye."
<><> "FELIPE IS LIKE GOLD" <><>
Mike's tiredness had been forgotten in the sudden burst of sexual activity, but after his cock drained, having proven conclusively that his "plumbing" had not been damaged in the car crash, a new wave of fatigue swept over him.
"Larry, I really gotta sleep for a while. Maybe it's the lingering effects of the anesthetic, or just my body needing rest after the trauma of the last few days."
"Only natural, sir. Doc Chad said you should get plenty of sleep. Would you like me to stay in bed with you?"
Mike smiled, "I was hoping you'd say that, dude. But what about ...?"
At that moment, as if on cue, Felipe knocked and came in. Having been assigned by Bob to care for Mike on his return from hospital, the boy was doing his job well – discreetly, but always aware of what was happening and standing by to jump in, as he was doing now.
"Felipe," Mike smiled, "your timing is perfect, how did you know? Were you listening at the door?"
"Oh no, sir. But when I was taking care of that English family in Honduras I learned to anticipate their needs and got good at it. I assumed that Larry would make love to you, and then you'd feel tired." He added with a playful grin, "Was, er, everything in working order?"
"Never better kid," Mike laughed. "But you're right about feeling tired. Larry and I were gonna take a nap, so ..."
"I know, sir. I'll make sure you're not disturbed. A lot of the guys will want to visit and welcome you home, but I'll play gatekeeper and wake you only in an emergency, or if you or Larry yell for help. I'll be close by, in the kitchen, preparing a light lunch for you both, as I'm sure you haven't eaten since the hospital breakfast."
"Hey, Felipe," Larry said, "any chance of those baleadas of yours for lunch? They're enough give any man an appetite."
"Of course, Larry. I can rustle up baleadas any old time, to my own special remedy."
"Kiddo, you are terrific," Mike said. "I can see why Bob chose you to take care of us."
Just doing my job, sir," Felipe smiled.
"And damn well, Felipe. One day soon you must come out to Palm Springs and let us take care of you."
"Thank you sir. I am able to travel now, since Bob and his friend got my official work permit. I'll look forward to it."
He left the room and closed the door quietly behind him. "That guy is like gold," Mike said to Larry. He fits into the tribe perfectly, and I hear he and Jamie are like brothers."
"Yeah," Larry chuckled, "brothers who fuck. OK, now we gotta practice this sleeping together thing. Gotta be careful of that leg – no throwing it over me the way I always like it."
"Ah," Mike grunted derisively, "so much new stuff to get used to. Stick with me, kid."
"I intend to, sir. Now go to sleep, that's an order." Mike obeyed instantly.
<><> BALEADAS IN BED <><>
Felipe had a smile on his face as he worked in the apartment's kitchen gathering together the ingredients for lunch. He loved having this job – taking care of a man who was so loved and respected by the whole tribe. It wasn't long before Bob came in to check on Mike's progress.
"He's doing fine sir after his wheelchair lesson from Brandon and Brian. It seems he was a little concerned about the, er, intimate side of things ..."
"Like getting an erection?" Bob grinned.
Felipe blushed slightly. "Yes, sir. But Larry soon took care of that, and then Mike felt tired so now they are asleep together. They don't want to be disturbed and Larry asked me to stand guard, but sir, if you want to speak to them, I ..."
"No, no, wouldn't dream of it. You're in charge here, Felipe, and you're clearly doing a great job. Of course Mike feels tired after everything his body's been through. And how are you, Felipe? I'm still concerned at pulling you out of the kitchen `cos I know you love your job."
"Oh, I don't mind at all, sir. In fact, taking care of Uncle Mike makes me feel ... kind of important."
"But you are important, Felipe. You're important to your fellow chefs, the twins and Will, you're certainly important to Jamie who loves you, and to his man Mark. You're important to the tribe. And you know a strange thing? You make us feel important that we were able to rescue you, to help you get a work permit and give you a home and a new job."
"A new life, sir. You actually saved my life, because if I was sent back I would have ..." His voice trailed off and his eyes misted over."
"Well, it all worked out for the best, Felipe, and that's important to me. OK, but I did want to talk to Mike, so when he wakes up perhaps you would let me know and ..."
"Why not come to lunch, sir? I'm preparing it now for when they wake up. I'm sure they would like you to join them."
"Good idea, Felipe. In the meantime is there anything you need?"
"There is one thing that concerns me, sir – transferring Mike from wheelchair to bed and back. Right now it's very cumbersome, with Larry lifting him up and me supporting his leg. I need to know if we're doing it right."
"Ah, so the best thing to do is ask Doctor Chad. When he comes home from the hospital he'll come straight to Mike for physical therapy. He'll show you how to move Mike around."
Lunch was a casual affair, with Mike propped up in bed and the others, including Felipe, sitting around eating off trays. Bob went over some of the arrangement they had made for Mike while he would be living here, then Mike said he needed to phone home to see how things were going with Jason and his boy Ben. Jason answered and Mike put him on speaker.
"Hi, guys, what's up?"
"Good question, stud," Mike laughed. "One thing that's up is my dick, hard as a rod, Larry rode it like a rodeo cowboy. I'm doing fine except for this cursed cast on my leg. I might ask our Felipe here to cut the fucker off." Felipe looked startled and Mike laughed, "Just kidding, kiddo. If anyone's gonna be the cutter it'll be me. Seriously, though guys, how's everything out there?"
"Hunky-dory, Uncle Mike," Ben said. "Larry, I finished the repairs on the bikes you didn't get to. The big Harley was a toughie but I fixed it, and since then a few more jobs have come in. So I'm kept busy, I love it."
Jason added, "And of course I've been helping Curtis at your bar, Mike. Great for showing off shirtless in front of a crowd of horny bikers."
Mike chuckled. "And while you were flaunting that gorgeous body, didn't you say Ben was filling in for the bar-back who called in sick?"
"Ah yes, well on that subject Ben has told me to keep my mouth shut. See, he called Eddie and told him the whole lurid story, and Eddie's saving it for when you guys and the whole tribe are at dinner tonight."
"What?" Mike laughed. "Young Eddie is keeping his mouth shut? That's a first. When motormouth Eddie hears a lurid story it's up on the grapevine in seconds."
"You'll just have to wait and see," Jason said. "And we're both working the bar again this evening, so stay tuned, guys. Ben and me are having a blast – the one good thing to come out of your accident, Mike."
"Not quite the only good thing, Jason," Mike said, smiling at Larry
When the call ended they finished their lunch and Bob said, "The guys will begin coming in from work soon, so I better check on progress in the kitchen. Mike, I suggest you rest up here until Chad comes in for your first physical therapy session. Felipe, lunch was delicious as always. Be sure to let me know if there's anything I can help with."
<><> MIKE'S OSCARS SPEECH <><>
When Doc Chad came back from the hospital he went first to the house he shared with his lover Adam and their boy Nate, to freshen up. Then he walked down the hill to the compound and went in the back way, as he needed to check on his patient and didn't want to be waylaid. He found Mike still sitting up in bed in only his cargo shorts, looking surprisingly cheerful for a man who, only forty-eight hours ago, had been in surgery.
"So how's it going, Mike? You been a good boy like I told you?"
Mike laughed. "Doc, if by being a good boy you mean making love to Larry, then yeah, I've been exceptionally good."
"Hmm, not sure I approve of that but I suppose it's only to be expected," smiling at Larry.
"Don't worry, doc, I didn't move. I just lay back and let Larry do all the work. I'm happy to report that my cock and balls are in perfect working order."
"I figured they would be, Mike. It wasn't you cock that was on the brake pedal when you crashed. OK, a few routine things first, then I'll show Larry and Felipe how to move you around and help you with things like showering. Chad took his blood pressure and temperature and checked his heartbeat. "Hmm, pretty good – blood pressure's a bit elevated."
"Of course it is. Any guy's blood pressure would go up with a stud like Larry riding his cock." "Sex, sex, always sex with you guys. Well, just so long as you don't put any pressure on the leg." Chad helped the boys maneuver Mike and even helped him take a shower – in a special chair he had brought in, after wrapping his cast to waterproof it.
Mike grunted, "Dammit, doc, I feel like a parcel being shunted around."
"Sorry about that Mike. It's an unfortunate fact that the first thing a patient loses is his dignity."
Mike grinned, "I'd rather lose my dignity than my leg, which I didn't, thanks to you, Chad."
"Sirs," Felipe said, "everyone is gathered round the dinner table outside. Time to make your first public appearance, Uncle Mike."
Mike took a deep breath. "OK, now I know how Grady feels when he goes out to meet his fans."
The crowd outside was at least as boisterous as Grady's fans when Mike wheeled himself out, with Larry walking alongside him. Bob had suggested they remain seated when Mike came out so he wouldn't be staring up at them crowding around him.
The gesture was not lost on Mike who shouted above the din, "Thanks for not standing up, guys. While it would have been interesting staring at your crotches, all those bulging dicks, I'd rather be level with your smiling faces."
It was a different story when Chad followed him out – the first time the tribe had seen him since he performed surgery on Mike. It was an instant standing ovation, with resounding cheers and applause for the man who had taken care of their beloved Mike and saved his leg. Mike joined in the celebration, and Brandon and Brian wheeled up on either side of him and did dazzling wheelies.
When the tumult subsided he wheeled himself into a space beside Randy, his leg sticking straight out under the table, and Larry sat at his other side. As Chad took his seat Mike banged on the table for silence. "Guys, it's great to be with you all, with all my body parts intact, thanks to our genius doc here. And by the way, guys, I mean all of my body parts, including another essential one that rose to the occasion, thanks to my boy Larry."
When the laughter subsided Mike said, "Seriously though guys, I have so many people to thank that this risks sounding like an Oscars speech. So I'll go through a few of them quickly.
"Randy, who leapt into his truck, raced out to the rescue and brought me to Chad's hospital. Bob for rallying the tribe to support me so well. Mark and Jamie for inviting me to stay in their apartment. Felipe for keeping me well fed. Brandon and Brian for teaching me how to use this contraption I'm in. Jason and Ben for making sure my businesses keep running in Palm Springs. And of course, love and thanks to this guy Larry here, the best boy a man could have.
"And, as I said before, huge thanks to our genius surgeon here for working his magic in a five-hour operation. I can never thank him enough, though I suspect other men will add their own brand of thanks." Mike stared straight at Randy.
And to those of you I haven't named, let me say this. At stressful times like this a man looks to family for help, and you, guys, are far and away the finest family a man could ever have. I know that all of you, men and boys, were thinking good thoughts for me, willing me to be OK." His eyes teared up and his voice cracked. "Thanks, guys ... I fucking love you all."
Mike wiped away his tears with the back of his hand and Larry kissed his cheek as the crowd erupted in cheers again. They would probably have gone on for minutes had it not been for the surprise of Eddie standing up to speak.
<><> BEN & JASON TELL THEIR STORY <><>
"Guys ... guys, I know you're hungry but I would like you to hear from two guys who are not here in the flesh, Jason and Ben. You all know that Jason's been helping to bartend at Mike's bar, blowing all those bikers' minds by flashing that gorgeous, shirtless body behind the bar. And yesterday Ben filled in as barback there, a job that I myself had in the distant past.
Ben called me yesterday to give me the lurid story. I promised to call him at dinner so he could tell you the story himself." Eddie punched a number on his phone and held it up high, on full-volume speaker. "Guys, you're on." Jason and Ben yelled, "Hi, guys, how you doin'?"
The crowd greeted them with cheers, but quietened down when Ben said, "Guys, we're in Jason's truck driving to work at the bar. He's taken his shirt off already so I might go down on him. But before my mouth's full of cock, Eddie wants me to tell you about last night at the bar."
They gave him rapt attention as he told them his story. How, as barback pushing through the crowd, he had been grabbed by many of the bikers there and urged to go into the back room and give them blowjobs for tips. "They all remember you, Eddie, and how you used to perform in the back room."
"Yeah," Eddie beamed, "that's where I became the master cocksucker you all know and love."
"I told them you didn't do it for tips anymore, Edie, cos you're now this hotshot cameraman on a big movie. And I don't do stuff like that cos I'm someone's boy. But they wouldn't take no for an answer and they didn't believe I was the boy of the hunky guest bartender they'd been drooling over.
"So Jason came out from behind the bar, pushed through the crowd and said yeah, I was his boy, and if anyone was gonna take me to the back room it was him. So guess what? He threw me over his shoulder, carried me in there right under the central spotlight. Boy, does the guy know his lighting, or what?"
Amid their laughter, Ben described how the bikers had all crowded in and watched him kneel and suck Jason's cock. "You know Jason, he flaunted that hot body while I went to work on his dick, and man, those guys would have paid good money to take my place. But Jason wasn't having any of that. Instead he threw me on my back on a table and pushed my legs up. He shoved his wet dick up my ass and pounded it, all the while flaunting and flexing his body.
"I gotta tell you, those guys were drooling up a storm, jerking off as they watched, and there wasn't a dry dick in house ... the floor was awash in jizz. After we both came, Jason threw me over his should again and carried me out of the bar. And man, after that, they knew I was Jason's boy alright."
The men around the table applauded, and Eddie, of course, had the last word. "Dude, that was a replay of Hassan and me. I threw a tantrum once and ran away to Uncle Mike's to ask for my barback job back.
"When Mike called Hassan and told him I was on my knees in the back room he raced out there, burst into the room and roared, `Take your hands off my boy!' I mean, picture it, this macho musclehunk Arab soldier pushing through the crowd ... like Moses parting the Red Sea. He threw me over his shoulder, just like Jason did to Ben, took me out and tossed me in his jeep.
"When he got me home he fucked me hard, and I tell you, guys, I never threw another tantrum with him again."
"Hey, Jason's voice yelled, "we're just pulling up at the bar. Gotta go to work now, guys. Don't worry, Mike, business in the bar is booming."
They all yelled goodbye, Eddie shut off his phone and Mike grinned. "You know guys, I should hire Jason permanently. Saturday nights he could perform with Ben and we could sell tickets. They'd be lining up around the block, we'd make a fucking fortune."
<><> EYE CONTACT <><>
After that the meal was festive, with raunchy banter flying across the table. Chad was the hero of the hour, of course, with Randy a close second, their macho gypsy leader who had first taken control of the crisis.
Bob surveyed the crowd of men and boys and was happy to see them so animated after a few days of deepest gloom. Intuitive as ever, he also noticed there was something going on with Randy. He glanced often across the table at Chad, who was accepting all the congratulations with his usual "just-doing-my-job" modesty. Eventually Chad noticed Randy's frequent glances, and his eyes flickered away uneasily.
The two men were both stunningly handsome, with ripped bodies, but the resemblance stopped there. Randy, fittingly known as the King of the Gypsies, with his dark chiseled features, heavily stubbled jaw and long shaggy black hair, looked like a construction worker even after he had cleaned up and put on a clean T-shirt, at Bob's insistence.
"Chad, however was every inch the professional, now wearing tan slacks and a pale blue dress shirt open halfway down his muscled chest. Randy was larger than life ... Chad epitomized the executive life.
Bob knew exactly what was going on as he knew Randy so well – he always had to be the boss. Whenever Bob took charge at the house and gave his orders to boys and men on how things should be run, his dominance turned Randy on. But in the end Randy had to assert that, after all, he was the boss, and he made sure Bob knew it, in his distinctly macho way of making love.
It was evident to Bob that the same dynamic was afoot now. In the drama of Mike's injury Chad had naturally taken the leading role and richly deserved the congratulations he was receiving, But Mike, Bob and others had felt frustration at not being able to find a fitting way to thank him. Each time Randy heard that, he had told them not to worry – he would thank Chad later, on behalf of the tribe.
Of course, Randy had stood back and let the doctor take the lead when the crisis was acute, but now that the surgery had been successful and things had settled down, it was time for Randy to resume the leadership role. In thanking the doc in his own way he would at the same time, show Chad that he, Randy, was the undisputed boss of the tribe.
Eventually the merriment died down and yawns round the table indicated that the meal was coming to an end. After many hugs and thanks, Mike wheeled himself back into Mark's apartment where Larry and Felipe would help put him to bed.
Bob and Randy made their way across the garden to their house, known as the Boss House, and kicked back with a brandy nightcap. Bob could see that Randy was antsy, and he knew why. "I know that look, Randy. You want to go and thank Chad, don't you?"
Randy laughed. "You know me too well, buddy and you're right. Yeah, it's time someone did, properly I mean. But dude, I don't want you to feel that I'm deserting you for ..."
"Randy, this is me you're talking to, I know how you are. Anyway, with all the stress of the last few days I haven't spent my usual night with the twins – it's long overdue. So while I'm knocking on their door, why don't you go up the road to Chad's house and knock on his."
Randy smiled affectionately. "God, I love you buddy. You always understand me so well." With a final, hungry kiss, Randy left the room.
<><> RANDY THANKS CHAD – HIS WAY <><>
As always when Randy was on a mission, he had a single focus, a determined expression, and a stiff dick, as he walked up the hill to Chad's and Adam's house. It was quiet when got there but there were lights on. The front door was unlocked and he went straight in and upstairs to the master bedroom. When he walked in Chad raised his head, startled. "Jesus, Randy, you scared me. We do have a doorbell, you know."
"Yeah," Randy grinned, "but I don't usually bother much with bells and whistles – just walk right in. Sure is quiet in here. Where's Adam?"
"Right now probably six miles high over the Pacific. Like I said at dinner, he's working a five-day turnaround to Sydney as a flight supervisor, walking the aisles of the plane with half the passengers drooling over him. Actually I'm all alone, as Nate's spending the night with Vic and Noah `cos they've been neglected in all the recent drama. More to the point, what are you doing here, dude?"
Randy flashed a roguish smile, "To put it bluntly, doc, I'm here to fuck you – my way of thanking you for all you've done for us."
"Jesus Christ, Randy, is that all you ever think about ... sex?"
"Pretty much, doc. Amazing what you can do with a fuck ... make love to a guy, punish a guy, or thank him, which I came here to do."
"Randy, you can be so fucking crude. Did you ever hear the word finesse?"
"Nah, finesse, foreplay, mean nothing to me. I go straight for the gold – in this case your ass."
"You are a piece of work, Randy, you know that? Well I'm in no mood for slam-bam-thank-you-man, so why don't you get the fuck out of here. You found your way in here, you can find your own way out."
Randy wasn't used to rejection and his face dropped in a pout. It was the chastened little-boy look Bob knew well, but few other people ever saw. "OK, dude ... I was just trying to be nice. I guess I come on a bit strong sometimes." He turned toward the door and Chad watched the handsome macho gypsy slouch out, his tail between his legs.
"Wait a minute, Randy. I'm sorry, man, it's me came on too strong. It's just that I ... Dude, I could use your company. Will you stay for a drink ... please? Scotch isn't it?"
"I never turn down a Scotch, doc," Randy grinned. He sprawled in an armchair and watched as Chad got up off the couch and walked over to the drinks table. He was still wearing tan slacks that hugged his ass, and the blue dress shirt, now hanging open over his chest.
He brought a bottle and two glasses, set them on the low table and smiled faintly. "Johnnie Walker Black Label, I'm afraid, not the classic Blue Label that young Will keeps stashed away for you and sneaks out to you at dinner when he thinks no one's watching." Chad poured, they clinked glasses and Chad said, "Tell you the truth, Randy, I was feeling a bit down in the dumps, especially without Adam to cheer me up."
"Down the in dumps?" Randy said, surprised. "After the success you had with Mike and all those cheers out there from a grateful tribe?"
"I know, Randy, it might seem odd to you. But there's more than meets the eye under that buttoned-up clinical professional image you all see. When I'm taking charge at the hospital I may seem confident, but there's a whole lot of pressure and doubt in what I do. Even more so in this case, when I had the whole tribe waiting for a positive result. One slip, one wrong decision and I would have let Mike, Larry and everyone else down ... especially you, Randy.
"You and I are alike on many ways – we each have our skills, we're the masters in our different fields. I saw you once at your construction site when I came to check on your sprained arm. And it was quite a sight, you in those work boots, dirty jeans and that sweaty old tank clinging to that spectacular body. In the middle of it all, head and shoulders above everyone, you threw your orders around and I saw the look in the crew's eyes, glowing with respect and admiration.
"But there's a difference in what we do. On the worksite, if you make a mistake, break or drop something, there's always someone to pick it up, to correct your mistake. But in the operating room, if I falter and lose my nerve, there's no one else to pick me up. Oh sure, there's the whole surgical staff, and they're terrific, but they all take their orders from me. I'm it, win or lose.
"This time we won, but you don't know the agony when I have to go out and tell loved-ones that we were unsuccessful. I mean, this time if it had gone the other way, I ... I would have ..."
He choked up and Randy sat next to him on the couch and put his arm round him. "Dude, I do understand and I feel humbled compared with you."
"No, you shouldn't feel that, Randy. Like I said, we're the masters in our different professions. You built this big successful construction company out of nothing. And look what you and Bob have built here, this wonderful family, with all these guys idolizing you.
"I so admire the way you sprang into action and rushed out to the desert to take charge. I know how much you love Mike, and I saw the stress in your face when you came back here. Caring for the caregiver is essential, and I said to you at the hospital that you should let Bob take care of you and help you de-stress after carrying all the responsibility on those broad shoulders."
"Yeah," Randy grinned, "Bob's great at that. When I've had a bad day at work I sometimes fly into a rage, storm home, and take out all my stress on Bob. I rip his clothes off, throw him on the bed and fuck his ass like a caveman. I know he loves it, or I wouldn't do it. But I tell you, doc, there's nothing to relieve tension like an explosive orgasm."
Chad smiled at him. "Yeah, but I'm not sure I'd go for the caveman thing."
"We can leave him in his cave. Like I told you, Chad, there's so many things you can do with a fuck ... make love to a guy, punish a guy, or thank him. And I know them all."
Chad chuckled. "Another place where you're a master – in bed."
"I'll level with you, Chad. I came here for two reasons. One to thank you, as I said. The other was this. When I see a dominant man take charge, like Bob does in this house, or you do at your hospital, I need to remind them that I'm the real boss of this tribe – hence the caveman. But I think we solved the boss part – we're both dominant in our own worlds."
"So that leaves the thanking part – and the stress reduction," Chad said.
"Sure thing, doc. And it usually begins like this ..." Randy wrapped his hand round Chad's head and pulled him into a kiss – gentle at first, almost tentative, but gathering force as Chad relaxed and yielded to Randy's building passion.
When they pulled apart Chad smiled. "Fuck you, Randy, do you always get your way like this?
"Pretty much, doc. Like I said, when it comes to sex, I'm the master."
They got to their feet, went into the bedroom and faced each other. Randy pushed Chad's shirt back on his shoulders and ran his hands over his chest. "So fucking gorgeous. I've had a hard-on ever since I walked in here."
Chad smiled, "So have I, dude, though I'd never admit it."
"Right, so that's it for finesse and foreplay. Let's fuck, doc."
Randy pushed Chad's shirt off then pressed against his bare chest, reached round him and cupped his ass in his hands. "Fuck," he breathed, "so fucking hot." Chad kicked off his loafers and Randy unzipped his slacks and let then fall. He pushed Chad gently back on the bed, leaned down and pulled his boxer briefs off.
Randy stepped back, pulled off his T-shirt, and they gazed at each other, two masters, the chiseled blond with the flawless physique lying naked on the bed ... and the swarthy, long-haired gypsy with the rugged body of a construction worker, towering over him, stripped to the waist, stroking the bulge in his jeans..
Mesmerized, Chad said, "You are awesome, Randy. Fuck me, man, fuck my ass. I need it so bad."
Randy left his boots and jeans on but ripped open his jeans and pulled out his huge rock-hard cock. Instinctively Chad reached down and stroked his cock but Randy growled, "No, dude. One rule – you don't touch your cock. Leave that to me."
In a gesture of obedience Chad lay back and stretched his arms up to the corners of the bed. "Yeah," Randy grinned, "that's how I like it." Randy dropped to his knees on the floor, pushed Chad's legs back and buried his face between his ass cheeks. Chad moaned as he felt Randy's insistent tongue push inside him.
When Randy pulled back at last he grinned, with spit running down his stubbled chin, blue eyes gleaming in his dark sculpted features. "OK, doc, now for the main event." He stood up, spat in his palm and wrapped his hand round his cock. When it was good and wet he knelt on the bed, pushed Chad's legs back again and grinned. "So this is how I thank a man, doc."
Chad winced at first as the thick shaft entered him, but gazing up at the smiling face helped him relax when he realized the caveman was safely in his cave.
"Like I said, doc, there's all kinds of fucks, from wild to mild. This one's a reward fuck, with thanks for healing the man we all know and love."
It was at the `mild' end of the range and Chad soon lost all his anxiety and tension as he surrendered to the powerful gypsy, surprised by the big man's tenderness. Once or twice Randy increased the tempo, but soon settled back into a slow massage of the doc's willing ass. The gentleness made room for talk, which they did, making love with their words and eyes.
"So fucking beautiful," Chad moaned, as he reached up and pressed his palms on Randy's bulging chest, then traced a finger down the cleft between his pecs and over the deep ridges of his abs. He reached up to the gypsy's bull neck, then his square stubble jaw and the rugged contours of his face. "You know what, Randy? You are the master, the ultimate boss of the tribe. No wonder they call you the King of the Gypsies. Your rod feels so good in my ass, man"
"How about this?" Randy grinned. He pulled almost all the way out, then drove in slowly until the head of his cock passed over the ultra-sensitive inner sphincter.
"Oh, fuck, man. Damn ..." Reflexively Chad reached down and grabbed his cock, but Randy swatted his hand away. He grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed above his head. "What did I tell you, doc? No hands. I told you, I'm in charge. You yourself said I'm the boss. So now you're my captive and I can do whatever I want to you."
His hypnotic blue eyes pierced Chad's, and his equally hypnotic voice repeated softly, "... I'm in charge ... look at my eyes ... I am the master." As he intoned the words Chad stared up at the dark gypsy face framed by long black hair, and felt himself melting into the pale blue eyes, into that world that was so familiar to Bob.
He could not escape the magnetic force of the man, he was completely in his power, helpless to refuse any demands ... even the ultimate one that came now ... "You're gonna cum for me now. When you feel my juice filling your ass you're gonna blast cum all over that spectacular body."
"Yes sir." It was a disembodied voice that Chad did not recognize as his own. He saw the dark face smile, felt the huge cock swell in his ass and erupt, felt his own body being taken over, powerless to stop the gush of semen that spurted from his cock and soaked his bare chest, abs and neck. "Aaahh ... aaahh ..." he sighed again and again, until Randy leaned down and stopped his mouth with a kiss.
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Moments later, Randy gently withdrew and lay down beside Chad, who smiled at last. "Best thank-you gift a man even had, buddy."
"I told you doc," Randy said, with a touch of arrogance.
"Er, Randy, I suppose you'll be going back down to Bob now."
"He wouldn't be there if I did, Chad. He's spending the night with his twins. Does that at least once a week. Wish I had a video of the stuff they get up to."
"Sounds like a job for Eddie," Chad grinned. "So, er, you'll be sleeping all alone?"
"Unless you ask me to stay here, doc."
"You'd probably have to take off the jeans and boots, though. You don't actually sleep like that, do you?"
"Only when I pass out," Randy grinned. He sat on the edge of the bed and Chad stared at his muscular back as he unlaced his boots, took them off, then stood up and pulled off his jeans. Buck naked, he spready his arms wide and asked, "Will that do?"
Chad pulled him down beside him and they talked for a while before sleep overcame them. "Still thinking about Mike," Chad said. "The recuperation period can be tough, especially for a man like Mike. Like you, Randy, he's used to being the master of his own world and won't take kindly to being dependent on others. He'll feel frustrated and helpless with nothing to do."
"Yeah, he's already said he needs something useful to do. But don't worry, doc, Bob's already on it. The office is always super busy and Bob's gonna tell Mike they really need his help."
"That'll be great. `Course that'll make Brandon his boss. Nothing the boy can't handle, I'm sure, he's a great manager, but will Mike take direction from him?"
"He already has," Randy laughed. "Brandon and Brian gave him lessons on maneuvering his wheelchair. He followed their orders and he's an expert already. And Brandon wants to invite Mike and Larry for dinner with him and his man Pete, in their house across the street. See now it's the tribe's turn to take care of Uncle Mike."
"Like you just took care of me, stud," Chad laughed.
"Yeah, and after we've slept a bit, I might just have more thank-you gifts for you to unwrap."
"Can't wait, buddy," Chad said drowsily. He closed his eyes and fell asleep with his arm draped over Randy's chest.
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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength – Chapter 609
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