Trial Of Strength (Book 13)

"LOVE & lUST - THE ROUGH WITH THE SMOOTH"

The muscled black stud Zack pays a heavy price for humiliating the hot young mechanic Pablo, boss Randy’s adopted son. But that is a sharp contrast to the quietly intense passion of handsome Ranger Pete and his gentle boy Brandon. At Uncle Mike’s home their glowing love inspires Mike to tell his boy Larry. “Kid, that look on the Ranger’s face is pure love, as pure as I’ve ever seen.”

<><>    Bob & Randy – Painful Memories    <><>

It had been a tumultuous day at the Grady House weekend party.  The tribe was a naturally horny crowd of oversexed men and boys, but in the free-wheeling atmosphere of the Grady House they went all out to indulge their sexual fantasies in a series of graphic sex spectacles.

The powerful gypsy boss of the tribe, Randy, had started the ball rolling by overpowering blond cop Mark, cuffing him to the bed with his own handcuffs and reaming his ass. 

But Mark’s retaliation had been even more dramatic.  He had tied Randy up, stripped him naked and forced him to watch the men closest to him – his lover Bob, his kid brother Ben, and his adopted son Pablo – all kneel in humiliation and get face-fucked and butt-fucked.

It was an exhausted crowd that eventually paired off after dinner and went to bed to make love in the many guestrooms of the sprawling house.

In the main guestroom, the tribe’s founder’s and long-time lovers Bob and Randy undressed slowly, their eyes fixed on each other.  Bob said, “So Randy, am I about to get payback for the payback you got earlier?”

“Nah, buddy.  That payback for payback shit can go on forever, like a hall of mirrors.  You and me have gone through all that and come out the other side.”

Bob summed the situation up in the words of a song ... ‘We crossed the river, washed our sins away on the tide ... it’s all so peaceful on the other side ....”

So here they were, ‘on the peaceful side’, having their usual late-night brandy to wind down before bed and sex.  Side by side on a couch they clinked glasses and smiled into each other’s eyes.  Bob said, “Randy, I know that what you went through today was pretty extreme, forced to watch Pablo, Ben and me get fucked in front of you, and I just wanna make sure you’re not carrying any grudges.

“Nah, you know me, dude, when stuff like that is over, it’s over.  I turn the page and focus on more important things ... like making love to you.  Besides, I’ve watched Mark fuck you often enough – we’re a threesome.  And I know my little brother Ben was having a ball getting his butt plowed by his fireman hero Jason.   

“The only one that still sticks in my mind is Zack shoving that huge black dick in my boy Pablo.  Right from the day I first met the kid I couldn’t keep my eyes off his perfect bubble butt.”

“Or your dick out of it,” Bob grinned.

“Yeah, that too,” Randy chuckled.  “I’ve always thought of that ass as kind of my property, to fuck when I want. Though of course Pablo’s a man now and can do what he likes sexually.  But Zack?  The guy is pretty much my equal, rules his construction site much as I do mine.  One of the few men who can beat me in a fight, plus he’s drop-dead gorgeous with that chiseled black muscular body.  Were buddies, almost like brothers, and naturally competitive. But being forced to watch him screw my own adopted son ... that was tough.”

“And it must have been especially rough on Pablo,” Bob said.  “He idolizes you, tries to be like you – tough, aggressive always a top man, and there he was being degraded on his knees, with a huge dick pounding the ass you claim as your property.  All that while his hero watched his humiliation.  And worse, Pablo’s boy Tyler was watching the man he worships suffer.”

“Yeah,” Randy said.  “That was rough on the poor guy, his kid too.  Still, like I said, what’s done is done.  I’ll get over it eventually and I hope Pablo can.”

But as it turned out, Randy didn’t have to ‘get over it’.  Events took care of that.

<><>    Zack Pays A Heavy Price    <><>

As Bob and Randy sipped brandy, making love with their eyes, there was a knock at the door and Zack poked his head in.  “Hey guys, didn’t wanna interrupt your lovemaking but I see you haven’t started – still on the brandy phase.  OK if we come in?”

Zack came in, followed by Pablo, both stripped down to boxer shorts. Coming meekly behind them was Tyler, who sat unobtrusively at a distance.  Zack said, “Pablo and me were talking and there’s something I wanted to say to you, Randy.” 

As Randy had told Bob, he and Zack were like brothers, and his adopted son Pablo copied him in everything, so it was not surprising that all three men often thought along the same lines.  As they did now.

“It’s about what went down earlier, Randy – you being forced to watch me fuck your man Pablo. Afterwards I thought how I would have felt if I’d been forced to watch you fuck my man Darius, or worse, our boy Ryan.  Would have driven me crazy.”

“And the same goes for me, sir,” Pablo said. (Randy and Bob were the only men Pablo still called ‘sir’.)  If I had been forced to watch you butt-fuck my boy Tyler I would have resented the hell out of you and demanded payback.”

“Ah, guys, don’t sweat it.  Bob and me were just talking about how payback can go on forever, we have to draw the line somewhere.”

“But neither Pablo nor I have drawn that line yet, buddy,” Zack said. “We feel there’s one last piece of unfinished business.”

Randy shrugged.  “OK, so what did you have in mind?”

“Well, sir, to me it’s obvious,” Pablo said.  “You had to watch me submit to your buddy Zack, and he forced his big schlong in my ass, the ass you love.  So I have to make it even and turn the tables on Zack, do to him what he did to you – while you and Bob watch.”  

Randy’s rugged features broke into a salacious grin.  “Won’t get no argument from me, guys.  Matter of fact, it would make me feel a whole lot better too.  The floor’s right there ... it’s all yours ... go to it.”

Zack drained his brandy glass, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and stood up facing the couch.  He was an imposing sight – a black muscle-god with strong features and shaved head, the iconic alpha top man, ready to submit to another.

Pablo stared at Randy, as if drawing strength from him, stood up and faced Zack.  They both dropped their shorts and stared defiantly into each other’s eyes.   Pablo ran his hands over the sculpted black chest and squeezed his nipples.  Zack winced as Pablo pulled down on them and forced him to his knees.

Pablo stroked his own cock and pointed it at Zack’s face, just as Zack had done to Pablo earlier that day.  Zack picked up his cue, opened his mouth wide, leaned forward and swallowed Pablo’s stiff rod deep down his throat.

Pablo didn’t hold back.  It was the kind of fierce face-fuck Randy would have dished out, so erotic that it gave Bob and Randy boners as Pablo clamped his hands on the sides of the handsome black face and rammed his cock deep down his throat.

Randy murmured to Bob, “Don’t you cum, man.  You save that for me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it ... sir,” Bob smiled.

The fuck continued, but Pablo had learned another talent from Randy – gauging the other man’s pain threshold.  Even when Zack coughed and choked on the mechanic’s merciless cock Pablo didn’t let up, until tears were streaming down his victim’s cheeks and his breath became ragged.  Then suddenly Pablo pulled out and left Zack coughing and gasping.

Zack’s head fell forward, Pablo grabbed the back of his neck and forced it down, so Zack fell forward, hands on the floor.  Kneeling on all fours, he braced himself for what came next.

Randy beckoned to Tyler who hesitated at first, then came over and sat between Randy and Bob on the couch.  Randy said, “OK, kid, I want you to see how your man dominates another top man, even an alpha stud as tough as Zack.  Your man is a major jock – feel free to jerk off if you want to.”

“Thank you, sir.”  Tyler glanced shyly at Randy, then focused all his attention on his hero, who by now was kneeling behind Zack, his cock pressing against his ass.  Pablo’s handsome mestizo face tensed, he clenched his jaw and ... “aaagh!”   Zack’s head jerked back and he howled as Pablo’s long cock penetrated his ass. 

Again this was a Randy-style savage fuck, giving Zack what Zack had given Pablo, watched by the whole tribe.  Now, he had only three spectators but that was enough.  Pablo was asserting his manhood to the man he worshipped, and the boy who worshipped him. 

Bob looked down at the bulge in Tyler’s shorts and whispered, “Like Randy said, Tyler, you can stroke your cock and jack off.  I think Pablo would like to see that.”

“Yes, sir, thank you, sir.”  Tyler pulled out his cock that was already rock hard.

Pablo was clearly playing to the gallery, so he turned up the heat on Zack’s ass.  He clamped his hand on his hips tight, and the ass was trapped, at the mercy of the mechanic’s pounding shaft.  Randy watched with increasing pride – for his son's savage strength and his black buddy's endurance.

Bob was as turned on by the prideful expression on the gypsy’s stubbled face as he was by the spectacle of the ruthless mechanic and his victim’s tortured defiance. But he knew, as well as Randy did, that Pablo had learned well from the master, and would push Zack right up to the limit of his endurance, before showing him mercy.

Pablo could punish ferociously and Zack could endure all he dished out ... until finally the break came.  Sweat was dripping off both men as Pablo at last pushed the suffering stud over his limit.  He reached down, wrapped his forearm round Zack’s throat and pulled him back.  Kneeling upright, his ass still being rammed from behind, Zack clawed at Pablo’s forearm in a futile attempt to break the hold and howled, “No ... enough ... I give up ... I submit.”

Rand jumped to his feet, stood in front of Zack and drove his cock in his mouth, stifling his groans.   Spit roasted by the dark gypsy and his mestizo boy, the black muscle-god yelled into the gag of Randy’s monster cock.  His body shuddered and his cock blasted semen over Randy’s feet, while Randy poured jizz down his throat and Pablo’s cock erupted in his ass.

Tyler’s shyness vanished, he jumped to his feet and jerked his cock beside the men.  In seconds, he shot jets of cum that splashed down on Zack’s face and shaved head.

After a frozen moment the silence was broken by Randy’s laughter.  “Fuck, you guys are something else.”  He pulled out of Zack’s mouth, Pablo out of his ass.  Randy pulled Zack to his feet and wrapped his arms round him in a tight man-hug.  “Dude, I am proud to call you brother.  Damn, you looked hot – the ultimate topman getting ploughed, suffering mightily.” They kissed hungrily, two construction bosses in the prime of manhood.

When they parted, Randy turned to Pablo, grabbed his shoulders and held him at arm’s length.  As for you, stud, I am so damn proud to call you my son.  He threw his arms round him.  Can’t wait to call you into my office next week, shove you over the desk and reclaim that primo ass.”

Randy turned to smile at Tyler.  “And as for you, kiddo, you are a worthy boy for my man here, and a part of our family. There is one thing, though.  Maybe you should clean your jizz off Zack.”

“Yes, sir.”  Tyler came up to Zack and licked his face, sucking in the cum he had spilled on it, then he stood on tiptoe and licked his head clean.

Zack smiled and kissed Tyler.  Thanks kiddo, you’re the perfect boy for Pablo.  OK, guys, our work here is done.”  He shook Randy’s hand.  “Are we good now, bro?  All this is behind us?  Brothers again?”

“We never stopped, Zack.  You and me, we’re solid, no matter what crap we put each other through.”

Zack looked over at the couch and smiled at Bob.  “Sorry for the interruption, buddy.  We’ll let you get back to ... whatever you were doing.  Hey, you’re the only one here didn’t bust a load.”

“Forbidden, Zack – by the master.  Told me to save it for him.  Can’t imagine what he meant.”

Zack laughed.  “I’m sure he’ll show you, stud.  He’s a man who knows what he wants and takes it.  And we all know what he wants right now.  Come on kids, let’s leave them to it.”

The three of them left and Randy, butt naked now, walked over to the couch and took a final slug of brandy.  “Just the two of us at last, dude ... just how I like it.  All the stuff that goes on here, I’d give it all up just to be with you.”

“But you can’t, Randy.  These guys look up to you, they depend on you as their leader.  You’re their hero, buddy.”  He smiled.  “Mine too actually.  Hey, are you ever gonna take me to bed?”

“Right now, kid.  And I’ll show you why I told you not to cum.  That’s reserved for me.”

<><>    Brandon Calls A Meeting    <><>

Next morning it was late before signs of life stirred in the garden, as men straggled out of the house bleary eyed.  The twins and Danny were already active in the kitchen working on the buffet breakfast, having told their assistant chefs Will and Felipe they could sleep in late with their men, Seth and Jamie.

Even the hosts, Grady and Mario, were still in bed, enjoying that luxury for the last few days before Grady began filming and would have to be up at five-am for a makeup call at six.  In fact, on this last day of the weekend party, many guys’ thoughts turned to the workweek ahead, as the memory of their sexual shenanigans receded.

That was especially the case with Brandon who was excited about his upcoming trip with his man Pete to Uncle Mike’s place in Palm Springs, where he would be helping Mike sort out the muddled accounts for his bar business. 

Right now Brandon was eating breakfast with his boyfriend Brian, who shared his enthusiasm.  “It’s what you do best, Brandon, Bob says you’re a genius.  And being there with your hunky Ranger Pete will be a trip in itself.”

Brian was the only one of the boys who was the real nephew of Uncle Mike.  He had once lived a sad hermit life of unhappy isolation in a rundown trailer in the desert, depressed at the prospect of living the rest of his life alone in a wheelchair. 

When Brandon heard of that years ago during a visit to Uncle Mike, he had gone out to visit Brian to shake him out of his lethargy.  Brandon’s own wheelchair life did not limit him in any way and he was an inspiration to Brian.

Brandon persuaded him to move to L.A. where Brian eventually became the boy of the famous action-movie star Grady, in this luxurious house – a far cry from the old, abandoned trailer.  His boyfriend Brandon was the boy of handsome Ranger Pete and managed the construction company’s business office.  The two boys spent as much time together as they could, especially at parties like this.

As they talked, Bob came out of the house, grabbed a plate of food and sat with them. “Hey, guys, I don’t need two guesses what you’re talking about ... your visit to Uncle Mike’s, eh Brandon?”

“Right first time, sir,” Brandon smiled.  “So much to plan, and I always say that the success of a project like this is all in the planning. So, if you think it’s OK, sir, I would like a brief meeting with you, the boys from our office and Mike himself.  I hate to interrupt their party but it wouldn’t be for long.”

“Splendid idea, Brandon, I’ll ask the others to join us ... Pete too, maybe.”

Pete had just appeared at breakfast and Bob told him of Brandon’s plan.  They gathered the other participants together and soon Brandon was sitting at the head of the table, the office boys Vic, Noah and Ossie along one side, and on the other, Mike, Larry and Pete.  Bob sat at the other end with his assistant Ryan.

Brandon said, “Guys, first I apologize for interrupting your party but this won’t take long.  I thought I owed it to you to fill you in on plans for next week so there won’t be any surprises.  You’ve probably heard that tomorrow I will be going out to Palm Springs to help Uncle Mike with his accounting, which has become rather backlogged.”

“’Backlogged’ being Brandon’s kind word for total chaos,” Mike chuckled.

“The ultimate goal is for our business office to take over the servicing of Mike’s accounting and taxes. Would any of you have any problems with that?”

“Sounds like a great idea, sir,” Vic said.  His buddy Noah added, “Don’t know why we didn’t think of that before.”

“My feelings exactly,” Brandon said.  “So the purpose of this meeting is to ensure that while I’m away, you all will be able to manage the business office.  Vic and Noah, you would be in overall charge, and Ossie, you would be in charge of payroll as always.  Do you think you can get the checks out on Friday as always?”

“No problem, Brandon.  And I can always ask Bob for help if necessary.”

“Of course,” said Bob, “and you can bring the checks to me for signature.”

“Excellent,” Brandon smiled.  “That’s basically all I wanted to tell you.  Does anyone have any questions or comments?”

Mike did.  “Guys, I gotta tell you all how grateful I am that you are coming to my rescue and helping to dig me out of the mess I’ve made of things.  You guys are the absolute best.”

Bob came next.  “I too thank you for supporting Brandon – and thank you Brandon for taking the lead.   It was your idea in the first place and I’m glad it’ll be in your capable hands.  And as Ossie said, I’ll be available all the time if you have any questions.  And Ryan too, to help you all with any computer issues.”

“Thank you sir,” Brandon smiled.  “OK, guys, I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning with Pete who’s attending a two-day Rangers’ Convention in Joshua Tree.  In the meantime I’ll be around to answer any questions that spring to your mind.  Thank you all, my apologies for the interruption.  The meeting is adjourned.  Now go back to your party and have fun.”

Throughout all this Pete’s face had been glowing with pride and affection as he watched Brandon take charge.  Mike leaned over to Bob and said softly, “Buddy, that look on Pete’s face is pure love, as pure as I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re right, Mike.  Those two are perfect lovers.  They are gonna have a terrific time out there with you and Larry.”

“We’ll make sure they do, Bob.  You can depend on that.”

<><>    Life With Grady    <><>

A short while later Brandon was again sitting with Brian.  “I’ll miss you while I’m away dude, and all my visits up here.  But after the party’s over and his whole big noisy crowd has left, won’t you be lonely here?”

“I’ll be too busy, dude,” Brian said.  “After the dust has settled, Mario, Danny and I switch gears and it’s all about Grady. At the party he just wants to fade into the background as just one of the guys, to play with you all and gossip about you all.  But he starts filming on Thursday and from then on he’ll definitely be the star of our show ... all our focus goes into helping him. 

“When he comes home each day’s he’s exhausted and his mind is reeling. He goes straight to Mario and they make love.  He’s crazy in love with Mario – he says making love with him saves his life.  Then we have a late dinner with Danny, and after that Grady pulls me into bed and wants to hear all the tribe’s gossip of the day.  He has a good laugh and that clears his mind. My other big job is running lines with him for the next day’s shoot. 

“The actions scenes don’t have much dialogue.  But Thursday’s gonna be tough ‘cos the very first scene is a long intense one where Hunter tells his girlfriend that, as a lifeguard captain, he doesn’t have the time or focus for a relationship.  We’re already working on that, and it’s a bitch.  Worse still, he hasn’t even met the actress yet.  When they meet on set for the first time on Thursday they have to go straight into this intense, wordy love scene.

“‘Course, the pressure’s off Mario and me on the nights they all stay down at the beach hotel for an early morning call.  That’s when he relies on Jamie, Nate and Eddie, who know exactly how to relieve the pressure.   

“They are some of the few people who can really understand the pressure Grady’s under.  He’s become this great big star in one blockbuster movie after another, a huge moneymaker for the studio, and he has to keep that up.  But this is Hollywood, and If the next movie bombs he’s scared that nobody will want him anymore.”

Brian smiled.  “Look at him over there now with Jamie, Nate and Eddie.  The guys are full of energy, joking and making him laugh.  But I know that look on his face.  There’s part of him that wants to run away from it all, go live in his little old house in Laurel Canyon with Mario, Danny and me, and lock out the rest of the world.

“I can also tell that he’s worried about that first scene, so I better go over there and persuade him to go over it with me again for the hundredth time.”  Brian pulled a thick well-thumbed book of pages from his saddlebag and grinned, “The dreaded script.”

Brandon smiled.  “Dude, there are millions all over the world who’d give their right arm to have your job.   ‘Course, Grady’s not in love with them as he is with you.”

“Yeah, like Pete is with you.  I saw that look on his face while you were chairing that meeting.  Pete’s nuts about you and so proud.  You’re gonna have a blast out at Uncle Mike’s.”

They kissed, then Brian wheeled over to the four guys. Grady smiled at him, pulled his wheelchair close, leaned over and kissed him.  Then Brian threw the script on the table with a thud.  Grady sighed, rolled his eyes, and work began again.

<><>    “Happy Kiddo?”    <><>

Last Friday, the party had been slow to get under way as guests straggled in from their workday.  And now, it just as raggedly wound down.  Almost all the guests attended the last dinner, with the usual speech of thanks by Randy, then short speeches by Mario and Grady. 

They still managed the bread-fight, hurling lumps of bread at Grady as he spoke.   Again that made him laugh, and when he sat down tears were running down his cheeks.  But this time his tears of laughter were mixed with tears of sadness as he said, “Guys, I’m gonna miss you all so much.  We gotta do this again real soon.”

Some guys left the house right after dinner as they had an early start next day.  The house was only half full and there was definitely an end-of-party feeling, with no more room-hopping. 

Next morning most guys grabbed a quick breakfast before leaving, with profuse thanks and hugs.  Brandon apologized to Brian that he couldn’t stick around to help clear up, but Brian said.  “No sweat, dude.  Danny, Tommy and I can handle that, and Mario will make Grady help too to take his mind off things.  After that we have a cleanup crew coming in for the heavy stuff.

“Your focus, Brandon, should be on that hunky Ranger of yours.  Let me remind you, you are gonna be spending two hours in his truck with that stud.  Like you said yesterday about me living with Grady, most guys would give their right arm to be us – you with Pete, me with Grady.”

“Yeah,” Brandon smiled, “no doubt about it - you and me are two lucky guys, dude.  Life has treated us well.”  They wheeled themselves to the gate and kissed goodbye.

When Brandon got home to the compound he spent time going over last-minute office details with his staff and Bob.  Vic said, “Don’t worry about a thing, boss.  We’ll keep everything running just the way you like it.” 

Bob gave him and Pete a warm hug. “I know you both have jobs to do out there, but there’ll be plenty of time to relax and have fun ... and make love, of course.  Mike and Larry left early for the desert straight from the Grady House, so they’re probably already getting their ‘Dream Cottage’ ready for you.”

Then, at last, Brandon pulled himself into Pete’s Forest Ranger truck, folded his wheelchair and stowed it behind the seat.  Next to him, Pete threw his arm over his boy’s shoulder, leaned over and kissed him.  “You ready, kiddo?”

“You bet, sir.  Put the pedal to the metal, Ranger.”

They drove in silence for much of the way – not an unusual situation for these two who simply loved being together.  But after a while, Pete smiled at his boy and asked, “Happy, kiddo?”

Brandon grinned.  “Let me check ... I’m riding in a truck for two hours next to the gorgeous man I love ... when we arrive I’ll be living for several days in a dream cottage with the man I love ... I’ll be sharing a bed with the man I love ... with any luck, I’ll ...

“OK, OK enough,” Pete laughed.  “Always the analyst.  All you had to say was ‘dumb question, Pete’ ... which it was.  I’m happy too, kiddo ... very.”

They lapsed into silence again, Brandon slid his hand over Pete’s thigh and looked at his square-jawed profile as Pete focused on the road.  The continuous hum of tires on the road beneath them lulled Brandon to drowsiness and his eyes flickered closed. His head slowly dropped to the side, rested on Pete’s shoulder and he dozed off.

Pete smiled to himself.  Oh yeah, he thought ... this is happiness alright.

<><>    With Mike & Larry    <><>

“Nearly there, dude.”  From somewhere far away Pete’s deep rich voice broke into Brandon’s sleep and his eyes blinked open.  “Oh,” he murmured, “I must have dropped off.

“Several miles back, actually,” Pete chuckled.  “It means you feel safe – safe enough to leave everything to me.”

“Always, sir.”

“Except Mike’s financial mess, dude.  Can’t be much help there.  I just about know how to balance a checkbook, and Bob does my taxes each year.  But I’m happier communing with nature than coping with dry-as-dust figures.  You’re the expert there.  Is it true what you said, that you’ll really enjoy sorting out Mike’s mess?”

“Sounds weird, I know, but it’s a fact.  I’m sure it won’t be that hard, it’s just his bar business.  Mike is great at actually running the bar, keeping the customers happy, tossing out belligerent drunks.  But when the mail comes in he takes one look at the bills and throws them in a drawer for later.  Except later never comes.  Main problem there is that he’s probably racked up some hefty late charges.  The good news is the bar pulls in a ton of money – he just doesn’t know how to count it.”

“Well you can show him how, kiddo, ‘cos we’re almost here.” 

They drove through the upscale neighborhood of ranch style homes and pulled up at the gate, where Mike and Larry were waiting for them.  Pete jumped out, ran round the car and hugged them both.  Larry went to the passenger door to help Brandon but Pete shot him a warning look.  

Just in time Larry pulled back and they let Brandon reach behind his seat and pull out his folded wheelchair.  He leaned out, shook it open on the ground and gracefully swung himself into it.  Mike and Larry bent down and hugged him.  Mike said, “Thank god the cavalry’s here – my personal accountant.  I’ve got all my bills and papers piled up for you inside, Brandon.”

“OK, sir, I’ll get right on it.”

Mike laughed the big throaty laugh they knew well.  “Just kidding Brandon – would I do that to you?  Nah, all that stuff can wait in my office till tomorrow.  Today is for mellowing out and having fun.  What time do you have to be out at Joshua Tree tomorrow, Pete?”

“The Rangers’ conference starts at ten-am, but I wanna get there early to get the lie of the land.”

“You should leave here at eight-thirty then, Pete,” Larry said, “that’ll give you plenty of time.  So that’s tomorrow settled.  Today we kick back and enjoy.  Come on in.  Lunch is all ready.”

Minutes later they were sitting at a table under a big shade tree, sipping wine and eating the food Larry had ordered in.  “I’m no great shakes in the kitchen,” Larry smiled, “but I’m aces at ordering on the phone.”

“Looks perfect, Larry,” Pete smiled.  It was a merry group that tucked in, chatting and laughing about the events of the past weekend at Grady’s party.

When the meal was over Larry began to clear the table, but Brandon said, “Let me help, Larry.”

Larry protested but Brandon smiled, “Hey let me show off a bit, dude.  See, I can do most everything you guys can do, but you can’t do this ...”  Brandon took all the dishes off the table and piled them on his wheelchair tray table, so high he could only just see over them.

“That is way cool, buddy,” Larry grinned. “OK, it’s official, you are my new kitchen assistant.”

Brandon took off, wheeling himself to the house, his chin resting on top of the dish pile, followed by Larry.”

Mike looked at Pete, whose eyes got moist as he watched Branon leave.  “You’re crazy about him, aren’t you, Pete?”

“Mike, I love the boy so much it scares me.  He’s got so much damn courage, it kills me.”

“But, I gotta ask this, buddy, don’t you sometimes feel sorry for him?”

Pete looked hard at Mike’s kind, wise face.  “Mike, he would hate hearing me say this, but sometimes, privately, I do.  In fact, occasionally when I’m alone, maybe at work in the parks and I see guys running around, playing soccer and stuff, I think of Brandon in that chair, and tears roll down my face. But when I get home and he greets me with that smile, those big shining eyes, it’s love that I feel, nothing but pure total love.

“Then, like that meeting yesterday when he was in full command, so intelligent, firm but kind with his staff, making sure they can keep the office running in his absence.  Damn, I wanted so much to throw my arms round him, pick him up, carry him off and make love to him.”

“Carry him off?” Mike chuckled.  “I can’t see him agreeing to that.”

“That’s the strange thing, Mike.  He is so trusting with me, I’m the only guy he will let help him.  To him that’s a sign of love and protection, like me calling him kiddo, which he also loves.  But he rejects any help from other guys.

“Yeah, I noticed you warn Larry off when Brandon was getting out of your truck.”

“See, Mike, that’s a naturally kind impulse on Larry’s part, it’s a reflex.  Brandon knows that but he still resents it.   He always wants to prove his independence.  And you saw how matter-of-factly he swung down from the truck and into his chair.  He loves driving his own car that Pablo and Ben adapted for him, with hand controls.  Pity he doesn’t have it out here.”

“Hmm,” Mike said thoughtfully, “maybe we can do something about that.”

They heard laughter coming from the house and Larry and Brandon emerged.  Brandon rolled up to Pete and grinned, “Hey, sir, you feel like a swim – wash off all that freeway dust?”

“Lead the way, kiddo.”  Branon wheeled himself off, with the Ranger walking beside him.   Larry said, “You think I should join them, Mike?”

“Hmm, nah, probably best not, dude.  I have a feeling they’ll want to be spending time alone together while they’re here. Back at home they’re always surrounded by a noisy crowd.  The peace and quiet here will be an antidote to the raucous Grady House party. Is the cottage ready for them?

“Yes, sir,” Larry smiled.  “I stocked the fridge fully, snacks and drinks, and I left a big bunch of flowers for them.  Even left the door ajar as a sort of welcome sign.”

“Good boy, Larry.  I haven’t told you how much I admire the help and kindness you’ve been showing the other boys, at the party and now here.  I just wanna keep an eye on those two in the pool for a while, then I’ll take you inside and reward all that kindness ... among other things.”

Larry grinned playfully.  “I was kinda hoping you’d say that, sir.  I, er, left our own bedroom door ajar too ...  a sort of welcome sign.”

“That’s my boy,” Mike chuckled.

<><>    Pete & Brandon’s Dream World    <><>

When Brandon and Pete reached the pool, Brandon undressed first.  With a mischievous smile he pulled off his shirt, wriggled his shorts and undershorts down and stuffed them in his saddlebags.  He sat naked in his chair staring seductively up at the Ranger. 

Pete was not usually given to exhibitionism (unlike his friend, the fireman Jason) but he now put on something of a show.  He was casually dressed in parts of his Forest Ranger uniform – tan short-sleeve shirt and dark green pants.  He slowly unbuttoned the shirt all the way down, pulled it out of the belted waistband of his pants and let it flap open, revealing his sculpted, sightly hairy chest.

He went up to the wheelchair, raised one leg and pressed his boot on the end of the chair’s seat between Brandon’s knees.  Knowing what that meant, Brandon unlaced the boot and pulled it off.  The same maneuver was done with the other boot and Brandon leaned over and placed the boots neatly on the ground.

Pete stepped back and gazed at his boy who was resting his forearms on the armrests, not touching himself.  The only part of him that moved was his cock, which was slowly coming to life.  When Pete shrugged his shirt to the back of his shoulders and let it fall to the ground the boy’s cock began to rise. 

Teasingly Pete slowly unbuckled his belt and let it hang open.  He jerked down his zipper and Brandon got a glimpse of the large bulge straining against his shorts.  Pete smiled at the effect he was having on his boy, whose cock jerked upright as Pete stripped. 

“Time to go for broke and get in the pool, kiddo.” Pete dropped his pants, then his shorts and both their cocks by now were rock hard.  Pete bent down, scooped Brandon out of his chair and cradled him in his outstretched arms.  Brandon smiled, reached up and looped his hands round Pete’s neck.

Still watching from under the shade tree Mike said, “Larry, that there is one beautiful sight. After all the sexual rock ‘n’ roll by the guys at the party, that simple picture right there defines love.”

Smiling down into Brandon’s wide-open eyes the naked Ranger carried him to the head of the pool steps and walked slowly down into the water.  When he was waist deep Pete stopped and frowned.  “Hey, kid, I suddenly remember you’re the one who likes to be independent, wants to do everything for himself.  Sorry I helped you ...”  Pete suddenly opened his arms wide, and Brandon splashed down on his back and sank beneath the surface.

Mike and Larry stirred in alarm but Pete knew exactly what he was doing.  Brandon soon surfaced laughing, and used his arms to stay afloat.  They had been in many pools together and Pete knew that Brandon’s arms were strong enough to move him through the water, his legs trailing along under the surface.

“You might have given me some warning you were gonna do that,” Brandon protested.  He scooped his hands across the surface and splashed water in Pete’s face, prompting a water fight accompanied by howls of laughter. 

When they called a truce Pete said, “Time for some laps, dude.  He backed up to Brandon’s chest and the boy wrapped his arms round his neck from behind.  Pete began to swim with strong strokes, with Brandon lying on his man’s back, nuzzling his neck. 

Mike and Larry watched in awe as the tandem swim gathered speed. The turns at the end of each lap were a bit clumsy, but Brandon clung on with peals of laughter, and Pete took good care that he was not swallowing water. 

In the end they collapsed on the steps staring into each other’s eyes.  “Kiddo. You know what I really want.”

“Me too, sir.”

“OK, let’s check out this dream cottage.” Pete again scooped Brandon up in his arms and walked sturdily up the steps.  He carried him across the lawn to the small bungalow and, seeing the door was ajar, kicked it open.  He carried Brandon through to the bedroom and laid him gently on his back on the bed.

“I’ll get some towels.”  Pete brought two thick towels from the bathroom and gently dried Brandon, then himself.  Brandon stared up at the naked Ranger, his muscles rippling as he toweled his hair.  “Sir, I’m hard again.”

“So I see, kid.  We’ll have to do something about that.” 

There was a jar of lube by the bed, courtesy of Larry.  Smiling down at his boy, Pete stuck two fingers in and lubed his stiff cock,.  He knelt on the bed and pushed two greasy fingers in his butt.  “Oh yeah, I remember that.”  He frowned. “Let’s see if I recall what to do with it. Any suggestions?”

Brand furrowed his brough.  “Well ... how about shoving something in there?  Your cock is hard, my butt is aching for it, so ... you do the math, sir.”

“Nah, math is your job description, kiddo, not mine.  I’m just a simple Ranger.  I see a beautiful boy lying naked on the bed, my dick gets hard and I wanna just shove it in him.  Simple as that.”

“This might make it even simpler, sir.”   Brandon hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back, displaying his lubed ass.”

Pete rubbed his chin thoughtfully.  “Hmm, is that thing still on offer?”

“Not to everyone, sir.  Rangers only.”

“Hey, I’m a Ranger – so what are we waiting for?”

“I was starting to wonder, sir.”

They laughed as Pete knelt on the bed, pushed the boy’s legs farther back and pressed the head of his cock gently against his hole.  Brandon sighed as he felt the long cock easing inside him, sliding deeper and deeper until it came to rest against his inner sphincter. 

He stared up into the Ranger’s smiling eyes and felt his cock filling his ass.  He reached up and ran his hands over the solid, hairy chest.  A tear flowed down Brandon’s cheek as he sighed, “I love you, sir.  I love you so much ...”

“As much as this?” Pete smiled.  He pushed deeper and the head of his cock slid over the boy’s inner sphincter into the warm sensitive depths of his ass.”

“Aaaahh,” Brandon gasped.  His eyes opened wide, semen spurted from his cock and splashed on his bare chest.  His look of ecstasy turned to alarm.  “I couldn’t hold back, sir, but please don’t pull out ... please don’t stop.”

“I have no intention of stopping, kiddo.  You’re my boy, I love you, and I’ll make love to you as long as I want ... which means a long, long time.”  Pete leaned down and kissed him ... for a long, long time.

When at last he pulled back their eyes met and they fell in love all over again.  “This is our time, kiddo, just you and me.  No one else, nothing else except this quiet room, a man and his boy making love, over and over again.

So that’s what they did.  Pete pulled his cock halfway back and gently massaged his boy’s ass, pausing to tease him, then pushing deep for a few seconds, driving him to the brink of another orgasm before pulling back again.  “Not yet, boy.  I’m in charge, you cum again only when you feel my juice inside you.”

“Yes, sir, you’re the boss.”  Those words sounded so good to Brandon that he murmured again, “You’re my boss, sir ... always.” 

“And you’re my boy, kiddo.  Forever.”

As they made love, time seemed to slip sideways, ceased to exist.  It was just them floating together in their own world of love and laughter.  

They lingered in that dream world, making love, reluctant to leave, but Inevitably Pete was eventually pulled back to reality by the carnal needs of his pulsing cock.  He bent down, kissed Brandon, then pulled back and smiled, “If you were thinking of cumming again, dude, now might be a good time.  ‘Cos I am so close, I .... aaahh!”  

The Ranger’s naked, muscled body flexed, as he pushed in deep one last time. Brandon felt his man’s warm juice flooding his ass, and he touched his own cock, which erupted for the second time. They waited for their cocks to drain and their passion subside, then gazed at each other and floated back into the real world on a wave of laughter.

<><>    A Feast Of Love    <><>

“Wait there, kiddo.”  Pete got off the bed, grabbed the towels again and wiped the spattered juice from Brandon’s chest and face, then wiped his own cock clean.  “I’ll see what Larry has loaded in the fridge.  He returned with a bottle of Chablis and a tray of canapés.  “Wow, the fridge is full of my favorites.  Larry must be a mind-reader.”

“Not really, sir,” Brandon grinned.  “At the Grady House, when he heard we were coming, Larry asked me for a list of your favorite foods, and apparently he stocked up.  Such a great guy.”

They sat on the bed drinking and munching, but it was clear what was uppermost on their minds as their casual conversation veered toward sex and they were already making love with their eyes.  After Pete cleared away the wine and nibblies, they got back to feasting on each other.

A feast with many courses.  Pete knelt astride his boy, leaned forward and grabbed the bedhead, then arched himself over his face.  Brandon’s mouth opened like a guppy’s and Pete was happy to fill it with his cock, then his sperm. 

Then it was Brandon’s turn.  After face-fucking his boy, Pete sat back over him and raised himself on his knees.  He lowered his butt down on Brandon’s rigid cock and rode it like a rodeo cowboy.  Brandon stared up at the Ranger-turned-cowboy, waving his shirt triumphantly in the air.  Laughing with joy, Brandon shot another cum spray, this time in his hero’s ass.

It all took a while but, in the fullness of time. their sexual gymnastics had drained them, sexually and emotionally.  Pete fell down beside Brandon, wrapped his arms round him and nibbled his ear.  “We are gonna have such a good time here, kid.  You deserve it, you work so hard.  ‘Course, I probably won’t be able to keep my hands off you.

“No problem, sir.  After Larry asked me what your favorites were, he asked me about mine.  I told him my favorite thing in the world was falling asleep in your arms.”

So let’s do it kiddo.  I’ve got you, nice and tight.”

Brandon sighed deeply and in minutes he was fast asleep – in his favorite place in the world.

<><>    Sink Or Swim    <><>

It was late afternoon when the Ranger and his boy emerged from the dream cottage and made they way over to a table that Larry had set for dinner. 

Pete and Brandon were showered but still naked.  “Hey, hey,” Mike said, crossing his forearms protectively over is face. “I’m shocked, shocked. Where do you think you are, the Grady House?  Those guys might wander round in the buff but here we have more class ... and a dress code.”

“Yeah,” Larry grinned, “we should hang up a sign – No shirt, no clothes, great service.”

“Maybe so, Larry,” Brandon said, “but you know how Rangers are – they do have class – and modesty.  So I come prepared.”  He pulled two pairs of swim trucks from his saddlebag.  “Ta-Dah.”  He flung one at Pete and pulled on the other.”

When the laughter died, Larry said, “So how did you guys like the dream cottage?”

“The what?” Pete asked.  “Is that where we were?  I thought we had left planet Earth and floated off to our own little world.”

“With a terrific view, I bet,” Larry grinned roguishly. “We should have been there to see it,”

“Pete laughed.  “Seriously, though guys, the cottage is perfect, just made for lovers.  And Larry, thanks for the flowers and for stocking the fridge with our favorites.”

Brandon added, “Uncle Mike, I hope I can thank you tomorrow by sorting out those muddled accounts of yours.”

“Aaagh ... don’t even mention that mess, Brandon.  Now that’s a world where you won’t float, more likely to drown.  I was s inking and about to go down for the third time.”

“Not to worry, “Brandon smiled, “I’ll keep you afloat, sir.”

“One thing I hope, dude, is that it takes you a hell of a long time, so we’ll have the pleasure of your company for many more days.  You two are a joy to have around.  And believe me, work will be the least of it.  We’re all gonna have fun, we’ll see to that.  Matter of fact, Larry and I have a few surprises up our sleeve.”

“Like what, Uncle Mike?”

You’ll see, kiddo ... you’ll see.”

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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 13: Chapter 39