Trial Of Strength (Book 13)
by Rob Williams
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"TWO BLOND JOCKS SHARE A BED"
In the previous chapter
The two blond lovers – sexy young jock Danny and former gymnast Tommy – were having relationship problems. They had grown apart, gone cold on each other, and now they were barely speaking.
Danny’s problem was low self-esteem. He felt that Tommy was more glamorous than him, he couldn’t compete. Everyone wanted to fuck Tommy’s stunningly perfect ass, but Danny felt nobody wanted his.
But macho gypsy boss Randy soon took care of that by fucking Danny and making love to him as only the magnetic Randy can. Afterwards he said, “Danny, my boy, don’t let anyone ever put you down, least of all yourself. You are one hot, sexy, young stud and a great fuck. However, I can poke your ass, kid, but I can’t poke around in your mind. For that you need my brother Doc Steve, best shrink there is.”
Danny went to Doc Steve’s house and talked his problem through with the therapist. They were joined later, and reluctantly, by Tommy. However, neither boy could shed any light on why they were feeling hostile to each other.
Steve said, “Look, Danny, we could talk about that till the cows come home, but I have a better idea. Sometimes action can be better than words. So I suggest you stay with us for dinner. And then, so you don’t drive home after drinking, spend the night here in our guestroom.
During the time Danny sat by the pool, and then at dinner, their deepfreeze continued. He and Tommy tiptoed round each other, not making eye contact, except for occasional furtive glances.
Danny was still agitated when he eventually went to his guestroom. As he got ready for bed he realized he still had the speedos Tommy had lent him. He should give them back – didn’t want Tommy to think he was keeping them as some kind of sexual turn-on. Tommy’s bedroom was across the hall and Danny was about to tap on the door when it opened.
“They stared at each other, then Danny held out the speedos. “I forgot to return these.”
“Oh yeah, right.” After another awkward moment, Tommy muttered, “You wanna come in?”
Danny hesitated, then shrugged, “Sure,” as casually as he could. Tommy was ready for bed, in black bikini briefs, and he pulled back the bed covers. Nothing else was said as Tommy got in one side and Danny the other. Tommy pulled the sheets over them and snapped off the light.
They lay as far apart as they could, but sleep was hard to come by. They lay as still as possible but inevitably one of them stirred. When Tommy’s leg accidentally brushed against Danny’s he jerked it back ... “Sorry.”
There was a long silence, then Danny murmured, “It’s OK to touch.”
“Yeah,” Tommy grunted and rolled over again. Danny gasped as he felt the bulge in Tommy’s briefs brush his ass.
========= Book 13: Chapter 43 =========
<><> Awkward Bed-Mates <><>
Danny and Tommy, estranged lovers, were sharing Tommy’s bed but lying far apart, clinging to the edges of the bed. However, there had been the tiniest thaw when they grudgingly agreed that it was OK to touch, the implication being, ‘yeah, but only touch’.
So there followed the silliest little ritual where, repeatedly, one inadvertently touched the other and pulled sharply away with an apologetic grunt.
But even as they tried not to react to each other, their cocks didn’t get the message. They were both nursing boners, Danny under his white boxer briefs, Tommy under black bikini briefs. They made the same effort to ignore their boners as they did to ignore each other.
Inevitably the absurdity of the situation penetrated even their stubborn defenses and when at last their backs touched, they didn’t pull away. They gave new meaning to the concept of one step at a time, this one in slow-motion. They lay back-to-back for some time, until Tommy turned over and the bulge in his briefs brushed against Danny’s ass – and stayed there.
That had the perverse effect of increasing their hard-ons but reinstating the deepfreeze, trying to distance themselves emotionally as they pressed against each other physically. Some kind of a crack in the ice was essential or they would have stayed inert but awake like this all night.
In the end it was Tommy who instigated the thaw. He murmured hesitantly, “What do you want from me, anyway?”
Startled by the unexpected sound of his voice, Danny was silent for an embarrassingly long time, until mumbling at last, “I dunno. What do you want?” He turned over to face Tommy and they made halting eye contact for the first time.
“I want ... I dunno, either.”
That impasse right at the start of a conversation did not bode well. But neither wanted to sleep, they wanted to talk. But about what?”
Danny was about to say, ‘I got a huge boner,’ but figured it would be too much information, so he didn’t say it. Safer to divert attention to someone else. “Randy fucked me.”
“So I heard.” Another silence, then, “How was it?”
“You should know, he’s fucked you often enough.” Danny bit his tongue – that sounded like a criticism and he didn’t mean to criticize. But at least they were talking in full sentences for the first time.
Tommy mumbled, “But I get tired of always getting fucked. Everyone just wants my ass.”
“Me included?”
“Yeah, you too.”
Temporarily out of steam they looked away, as if choosing their next words carefully. Tommy said, “What’s this low self-esteem I keep hearing about?”
“It’s true, I guess. I’ve been feeling ... I dunno ... just ... I can’t compete with you ... or your ass. Like you said, everyone wants your ass, nobody wants mine.”
“Randy did.”
“Yeah. At first I thought it was a mercy fuck, but when I told him that, he slapped me around a bit, said that was bullshit. Told me I was a hot guy.”
Almost inaudibly Tommy mumbled, “He’s right.”
They let that one sit there, fearing they had gone too far already. They were on thin ice ... but at lease the ice was thin now. Tommy pulled it back to Randy. “He’s a really great guy. May look and act like a roughneck gypsy, but he gets it about guys like us, understands the way we feel.”
“He sure boosted my ego,” Danny said. “Those eyes of his. Made me feel I was the only guy in the world for him. I think I’m a bit in love with him.”
“Everyone’s in love with Randy.”
Danny blurted, “But what about us?”
That had slipped out, Danny held onto it, then let it float free like a trial balloon. Breathlessly he waited for it to burst, and they’d be back to square one. But it didn’t burst. Instead, Tommy said, “That’s the question, eh? What about us?’
The balloon still floated free and they each waited for the other to grab it. Danny did. “I don’t know the answer to that, dude. I don’t understand what happened to us.”
“Beats me too. I keep pushing it to the back of my mind so I don’t have to grapple with it. You think it’s serious?”
Brian didn’t think so – called it a lover’s tiff. Randy thought it could be solved by restoring my confidence with a great fuck. He was partly right too.” Danny smiled faintly. “He said he could poke my ass, but he couldn’t poke around in my brain. I needed his brother Steve for that.”
Tommy smiled. “Yeah, that sounds like Randy alright.”
“So I came up here to see Doc Steve, and I don’t think he feels the situation is serious either. If he did he would have suggested a course of couple’s therapy. Instead he asked me to stay for dinner and stay the night. I think he betted on us hooking up like this.”
“Yeah,” Tommy said, “the doc is real crafty. Works every angle – like that thing of suggesting I lend you my speedo. He knew it would look hot – you wearing my speedos ... and it did.”
“So you think he planned on us sleeping together and sorting out our problems in bed?”
“Is that what we’re doing, Danny?”
“Not sure ... you tell me.”
“That sounds like buck-passing, dude. There’s been a lot of that with us. Time to stop, maybe – stop pussyfooting around?”
“I’d say so. But where do we start?
“Maybe by telling the truth instead of bottling it up? I ask you a question and you have to answer truthfully. Then it’s your turn. I’ll start. Have you got a boner right now?’
Danny: “Hell yes. You?”
Tommy: “Huge. Er, Have you missed me?”
Danny: “Yeah, but I wouldn’t let myself think that. Have you been thinking about me?”
Tommy: “A lot. So what made your dick hard when you thought of me? My ass, I suppose.”
Danny: “Actually no. I’ve got so used to your ass, it’s a routine – kinda like you said, you get tired of always getting fucked. So no, I thought of getting butt-fucked by you.”
Tommy: “Did you, er, jerk off at all – not counting with Randy?”
Danny: Yeah. I jerked off thinking of you fucking me.”
Tommy: “Really?”
They gazed into each other eyes and Tommy said, “Look, let's cut all the Q & A stuff. I think we both know what we want. You still got that hard-on?”
“Of course ... you?”
“Yeah, so let’s use them.”
Still a bit tentative, as if they were venturing into forgotten territory, they pushed down the sheets. Danny pulled off his briefs, lay on his back and waited. Tommy took off his bikini briefs and clumsily knelt between Danny’s legs. Danny looked up at Tommy ... and watched his smile fade. Tommy muttered “Fuck ... fuck it.”
He threw himself down on the bed, turned his back on Danny and moaned, “Dammit. I knew it wouldn’t work. I lost my fucking hard-on.”
<><> But What About Love? <><>
For the last few days Danny had concentrated on his own feelings – his own self-esteem, his talk with Brian, offering his ass to Randy, and then his session with Doc Steve. All of it had been about himself. But now it became clear that he was not the only one hurting. As he looked at Tommy’s back and hunched shoulders he realized for the first time the full extent of his friend’s sadness and hurt feelings.
“Tommy, I ...”
“Don’t say it ... don’t you dare say ‘it happens to everyone’. It don’t damn well happen to me.”
Danny didn’t know what to say next, so he reached out and lightly stroked Tommy’s back. But Tommy flinched. “Don’t ...”
“I thought we agreed it was OK to touch.”
Long silence. Then Tommy mumbled, “I guess. Though I’m surprised you want to – I’m such a loser. Maybe that’s what guys says about me – great butt, limp dick. Maybe that’s why I don’t fuck you – ‘cos I can’t.”
Danny said, “Dude, I can only quote something Brian and Randy both said to me ... ‘That’s bullshit.’ Huh, we make a great pair, don’t we, with matching low self-esteem? At least we have that in common.”
Feeling bolder, Danny shuffled forward until his chest rested against Tommy’s back. Tommy didn’t object so Danny reached over and curled his arm over his chest. He held his breath and felt Tommy’s body slowly lose its tension.
Danny wondered if Tommy would fall asleep like this. But he knew from his breathing he was not asleep – he knew how Tommy breathed when he slept. Surprisingly that thought brought tears to his eyes and a lump to his throat. He knew Tommy’s breathing patterns, knew everything about him, every intimate detail. Was that love? Something like it, at least.
“He said quietly to the back of Tommy’s head, “Dude ... in that Q & A there’s one question we didn’t ask. Do you still love me, Tommy?”
He felt Tommy shift and press back harder against him as he replied, “It’s a question I asked myself lately ‘cos I wasn’t sure. Now I am. Yes, Danny. I do love you. And you?”
“I wasn’t sure either until I spent time up here and watched you. Now I know ... I am in love with you, buddy.”
Tommy turned over and they stared into each other’s eyes again. Danny said, “Doc Steve says that if two people love each other enough, everything else falls into place sooner or later. Any problems can be resolved.”
“Smart shrink.”
“He said something else too – that people sometimes put too much emphasis on sex. He said relationships between men are notorious. They usually begin with sexual attraction, and it’s so hot and heavy that when sex inevitably cools down they think the relationship is over. But it’s not over, Steve said, it has just switched gears.
“Brian said the same thing, Tommy. He’s smart, that kid. He said that when the sexual passion cools down, what takes over is something wonderful, something more solid. They become soulmates. And that’s what lasts forever.”
Tommy smiled. “Are you saying we’ve been focusing too much on sex? Maybe it’s putting too much pressure on us and causing my loss of... you know.”
“Could be. So let’s give it a try – forget about sex and just fall asleep like this, loving each other.”
Tommy lay on his back and Danny rested his face on his chest. After some hesitation, Tommy curled his hand round Danny’s head, his fingers in the thick blond hair at the nape of his neck.
They could have slept like that all night. Except they didn’t.
<><> Something Stirs <><>
Danny dozed, but he couldn’t fall asleep. They had settled a lot of issues, but it somehow felt unfinished. He listened for Tommy’s breathing to become heavy, meaning he was asleep. But it didn’t happen. He too was just dozing.
His head still resting on Tommy’s chest, Danny’s eyes flickered open and he gazed along the length of his sculpted body – his abs, long sexy waist, his cock resting limply on his thigh, and those muscular legs honed to perfection by countless gymnastic routines. It was an awesome sight, the perfect body lying motionless.
Except ... not quite motionless. As Danny gazed at the still body he glimpsed a slight movement. Tommy’s cock stirred, slowly at first, then faster, stiffer, then hard, harder ... rearing straight up.
Danny felt the fingers tighten in his hair at the nape, then his head was pulled back off Tommy’s chest, and he found himself staring into Tommy’s blue eyes. He opened his mouth to talk ... but he was smothered by Tommy’s lips churning against his.
He gasped breathlessly as Tommy pulled his head back again and stared at him. The look was different now, more confident, aggressive with a touch of arrogance. "I gotta make love to you, man. I gotta fuck your ass.”
Tommy kissed him again, fiercely, then broke away again and sprang up on his knees. He reached over to the night table and dipped his fingers in the jar of lube there. He spread it on his now rock-hard cock and grinned down at the stunned Danny. “You want it, dude?”
“Oh yeah, more than anything.” Dazed as he was, Danny was dimly aware what had caused this transformation. They had pushed sex into the background, prepared to sleep. But with the tension gone, sex – more exactly Tommy’s cock – reared its head and took on a life of its own.
Tommy was a different man from the submissive bottom Danny had always known. He was dominant, in control, as he shoved Danny’s legs back and pressed his iron-hard dick against his hole. “Here it comes, boy. I’m gonna ream that sweet ass.”
And he did. Well, he didn’t exactly ream it, he made love to it. Danny sighed deeply as the lubed cock slid slowly inside him, deeper and deeper until it briefly came to rest, then pulled slowly back and eased in again.
Danny gazed up at the handsome face, which was transformed from the face that usually lay placidly on the pillow as Danny fucked him. Now he was on top, in command, owning Danny’s ass. And Danny realized this is what he had wanted for so long, to submit to the muscled athlete who was so graceful as a gymnast, now so dominant in bed.
“Man, you are so gorgeous as a top. Take my ass, stud, pound it, make me feel it.”
So Tommy turned up the heat. He drove in hard and grinned as Danny winced. “You wanted it, boy. Here it is.”
His rod hammered hard like a piston and Danny was blown away. He had often watched that perfect physique – muscles flexing and rippling – as he went through his gymnastic routine. And now that same beautiful body was flexing above him as his shaft pounded his ass.
But when Danny had watched the gymnast he couldn’t touch his body. Now he could, and he did. He reached up, clamped his hands over the bulging pecs and felt them flex under his touch. He stroked his neck, shoulders, biceps, then traced his fingers over his ripped abs. It was the long slim waist that turned him on most as it moved up and down over him.
And that face – usually so placid, except for the strength and determination when he exercised. Now that determined look was focused on him, drilling his ass. “So fucking hot, Tommy. I love being at your mercy, surrendering my ass to you.”
Yeah,” Tommy growled, “and now you’re gonna do what I tell you. I’m gonna watch you spray your hot body with your own juice ... and I won’t let you touch your cock.”
He leaned forward between Danny’s legs, grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed. “I’m the boss now, boy, I give the orders.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m gonna bust a load in your ass and watch you shoot over yourself. Understood?”
“Understood.”
He gasped as he felt the athlete’s rod pierce his ass, faster, deeper. Sweat dripped down on him from that chiseled face, the blue eyes bored into his, and Danny couldn’t hold back. His cock shuddered and he howled as sperm streamed from it over his chest – as ordered by the gymnast.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Tommy moaned ... “fucking gorgeous. Here it comes, boy. I love you, man ... I fucking love you ... aaagh ... “
That magnificent body tensed, veins popped, his face jerked up, blond hair flying back as he unloaded his pent-up jizz inside his panting lover.
Their cocks drained, they stared at each other in disbelief and Tommy fell forward, sliding on the cum-soaked chest of his awestruck lover. They kissed hungrily, mouths clamped together sharing the same breath, until finally Tommy rolled off Danny and they lay on their backs staring at the ceiling.
Danny said, “What just happened here, dude?”
“Damned if I know – I don’t understand anything that’s been happening to us lately. Seems the doc was right – if two people love each other enough, everything else falls into place sooner of later. It sure did for us ... and it felt great.”
Danny resumed his former position lying on his side, his face resting on Tommy’s chest. And once again, Tommy laced his fingers through his lover’s thick blond hair at his neck.
And after so many failed attempts at sleep, this time they were sound asleep in minutes.
<><> Room For Two More? <><>
Next morning, in the master bedroom down the hall, Steve and Lloyd were waking up. As they lay together snoozing, Lloyd said, “Wonder what happened to the blonds ... wonder if Danny’s still here, even. He could have given up on the whole reconciliation thing and run off home. I never did get what you were doing with them. I never understand your crazy methods, this time less than ever."
“Well, I figured there was no point in talking the thing to death. This was all about feelings, not talking. So I took a chance. Usually the guys get together at Danny’s place, the Grady House. So I figured, let’s try them together up here, different environment, shake them out of their rut a bit. I had a hunch they wouldn’t want to spend the whole night sleeping apart, different rooms under the same roof. But judging by the silence, I think you may be right, Lloyd. Maybe they gave up on the whole idea.”
“Ah, never mind, you tried your best, Doc. You win some you lose some.”
Just then they heard laughter. “That’s coming from the kitchen,” Steve said. “At least they’re together.”
“And laughing together,” Lloyd grinned. “Could it be you didn’t lose this one after all?”
“While there’s laughter there’s hope,” Steve smiled. “Come, lets go find out.”
They eased sluggishly out of bed and pulled on heir shorts. They went out through the French windows that opened directly onto the deck, where they were met by a surprising and encouraging sight. Tommy and Danny were at the table under the awning setting it for breakfast. They were giggling, playfully pushing and shoving each other as they worked.
“Hey, guys,” Steve smiled, “is that for breakfast?”
“Coming up in ten minutes, sir,” Tommy grinned. “All your favorites.” He and Danny went back inside together, headed for the kitchen.
“Well there’s a turnup for the books,” Lloyd chuckled. “I’d say the breach is healed. Will you do a debriefer, work out how it happened?”
“Nah, don’t wanna break the spell, if that’s what they’re under. They’re obviously tight as ever emotionally, though they’ll still have work to do on the rest. I won’t ask them anything, though if they volunteer to talk, fine. Look, coffee’s already on the table. Shall we?”
They sat at the table and Lloyd poured. Pretty soon the boys appeared carrying big trays of food. They set out the plates, then sat with Steve and Lloyd. Tommy said, “Sir, we both want to thank you for everything you did, the way you set this up.”
“No need to thank me, guys, it seems like you did all the heavy lifting ... and dare I say, heavy fucking?”
Danny grinned. “My ass is still sore, doc.”
“But better a sore ass than a sore head, eh?” Steve chuckled. He held up his coffee cup in a toast. They all clinked cups and then dug into the cooked breakfast. “Hey, great food, guys.”
“Thanks mostly to Danny,” Tommy grinned, putting his arm round his shoulder. He’s the master chef around here, not me.”
Steve smiled, “Mario and Grady are lucky to have you, Danny, I always tell them that.”
“Talking of which, sir,” Danny said tentatively, “Mario just called me. He explained that he and Grady are having a meeting there today with Bob and Randy, Chad and you, Lloyd, about the big new Brian House project. And the twins have offered to go there and cook lunch. So he said that if I want to stay up here today, that would be fine my him. Would that be OK, sir?”
“If that’s what you two guys want that’s fine by me. I think it’s a great idea.”
“I’ll be gone most of the day,” Lloyd said. “I have to see Ryan first to go over his 3-D computer versions of my blueprints. Then after the lunchtime meeting at the Grady House we’re all gonna go to Chad’s hospital to do an on-site inspection of the building Randy’s going to transform into the Brian House for pediatric care. So it’ll be good for Steve to have you guys’ company here.”
Steve said, “I think I have a small case-list of patients today, do you remember Tommy?”
“I looked at the book sir and you have only three.”
“Good, so your meet-and-greet duties will be light. Give you a lot of time with your buddy here.”
It all seemed to be working out fine, and a bit later another ingredient was thrown into the mix. Tommy was in the kitchen getting more coffee when the phone rang. He brought it out to Steve. “It’s Hassan, sir. Said he’d like a word with you.”
Steve put it on speaker. “Hey, you big handsome hunk of Marine, long time no see. I’m up here with Lloyd, Tommy and Danny and you’re on speaker, unless this is a private call.”
“No that’s fine,” came the soldier’s deep, Arab-accented voice. “I’m not gonna confide any deep dark secrets to you, doc, though one day soon I might like a shrink session with you. I’m glad you’re all there – hi guys – ‘cos I wanna ask you a favor.
“Thing is, my boy Eddie has a couple of days off filming on Grady’s movie. He works such long hours that I don’t get to spend enough time with him, so I thought I’d take a couple of days off too, to spend with him. I was thinking we’d drive the whole length of Mulholland and, er, drop in at your place to visit that little guest house of yours I used to live in when I first moved to L.A.
“I miss the old place. Those were happy times I spent there, and I’d like to share that feeling with Eddie. Going down that little dirt track from your house again would be a trip down memory lane. We wouldn’t get in your way – just a short visit, if it’s OK with you.”
Steve smiled. “Captain, it would be a huge pleasure to see you again, and Eddie too, now that he’s this hotshot movie cameraman. But listen, Hassan, I have a better idea if you’re up for it. You’re having this mini vacation with your boy so ... why not spend it up here in the little house you enjoyed so much? It is kind of a magical place and you could be on your own with him there ... unless you would like meals with us by the pool.”
Hassan considered the idea. “Hm, sounds great to me, but I’d have to run it by Eddie. I wanted to give him the choice of how we’d spend our two days off, and I have a feeling he’d go for it. I’ll contact him and call you right back.”
The call ended and Steve said to Tommy and Danny, “Sorry guys, that was thoughtless of me, I should have asked you if you mind extra company.”
Danny glanced at Tommy and said, “We don’t mind at all, sir.” He grinned. “Give us a chance to show off ...”
“... and get our picture taken together by Eddie,” Tommy grinned. “You know how he always has his camera with him, it’s like an extra limb. And as you said, they’ll probably be spending a lot of time alone together, if I know Eddie and his lust for the hunky Marine captain.
“The guesthouse is all made up. I keep it like that for last-minute guests so they don’t have to drive home drunk. But Danny and I can go down there and open the windows to air it out, stock the small kitchen and make sure the place has everything the guys are likely to need.”
“Like lube by the bed?” Lloyd grinned.
Tommy laughed. “Among other things, yeah.”
The phone rang, Steve picked up and Hasan said, “He loved the idea, can’t wait to see you guys. When would be a good time for us to come?”
“Any time, buddy. As soon as you like.”
And so things were easily settled. Lloyd said, “Listen, guys, I gotta jump in the shower and get going. Busy day. Sorry I’ll miss the muscle-hunk Marine – major boner guaranteed. Have fun.”
<><> The Gazebo <><>
“OK,” Steve said. “I’ve got time before my first patient to catch up on my notes and emails, so go do your thing, guys.”
He went into the house and Tommy said, “The doc didn’t say what he meant by doing ‘our thing’. Guess he meant preparing the guesthouse.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Danny grinned impishly.
They cleared away the breakfast things, then went down the steep gravel path that led from the main house to the little guesthouse that used to be Hassan’s home. They opened all the windows, made sure the bed was made ... and that there was lube by it, after Lloyd’s prompt. They checked the kitchen and made a list of things they should bring down from the house.
All this activity was interrupted by frequent touching, squeezing, neck kissing and other terms of endearment. “What are these?” Danny asked, holding up a pair of cushions.
“Ah, they belong in the gazebo – stored in here in case of rain – which never ever comes, of course. As that old Albert Hammond song says – Seems it never rains in Southern California.”
“Love that song ... bit sad though, and I’m not feeling sad right now, far from it. Let’s take these down to the gazebo for the guys. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever been down there.”
The gazebo was down another sloping path that led along a spur in the hills. “Kinda magical, don’t you think, Danny?”
They stood in the attractive hexagonal wooden structure, perched on the end of the promontory, seemingly floating in a sea of rolling hills that stretched in every direction. “Yeah,” Danny sighed, “magical and romantic. Where do the cushions go, on the bench here?”
“Yeah, but you can drop them on the floor if you like.”
Danny watched as Tommy pulled his T-shirt off. “Yeah, I do like ... a whole lot,” Danny said stroking his lover’s bare chest, then pulling off his own shirt.”
Tommy frowned, “Er, I have a dim memory of a rule that when a top alpha male gets his butt fucked, he has to turn the tables – reverse roles and get payback.”
“Funny, I think I heard that somewhere too. So, far be it from us to flout the rules. Let me work this out. As I recall, I was the last one to get his ass reamed ... and I’m always the top man. So – doing the math here – I guess I gotta get payback. If I like the ass, that is.”
Tommy grinned, turned round and dropped his shorts. Danny ran his hand over the flawless butt. “Yeah ... I guess I could do something with that ... “
Tommy turned and kissed him. “Asshole. Get naked, dude.”
The blond lovers stripped naked and lay down on the cushions, Tommy on his back with his legs raised. Danny knelt, spat on his cock, then eased it slowly between the perfect white globes. “Hmm,” Danny sighed, “the hills ain’t the only magical things around here ...”
And so they made love again in the middle of the endless hills – silent except for the chirping of the cicadas and the breeze blowing through the sagebrush circling them.
A while later Steve took a break from his desk, came out onto the deck and stretched. Tommy had not been in the house, nor was there any sign of him in the guesthouse. Steve shaded his eyes with his hand, and saw them – two naked figures making love in the distant gazebo. He smiled to himself. Lloyd had been right – in the shrink business you win some you lose some. And this case was clearly in the winner category.
He had to shower and dress for his first patient. As he turned to go back inside he heard distant howls of passionate climax, challenging even the persistent noise of the cicadas. Good, he thought, Tommy would be ready for the meet-and-greet.
He was right. As the naked lovers lay panting on the gazebo floor Tommy reached for his watch and said, “Jeez, the patient will be here soon. I gotta go and change, dude.”
They both pulled on their sneakers, grabbed their clothes and ran naked up the path, past the guesthouse and on up to the deck. They kissed quickly, Tommy ran inside and Danny lay down on a chaise by the pool, facing the sun.
In a few minutes he heard the gate buzzer sound, then the sound of an arriving car, and Tommy’s formal voice. “Welcome, sir. Follow me and I’ll take you to the doctor’s office.”
Danny chuckled to himself as he imagined the client following Tommy, eyes riveted on that perfect ass flexing seductively under the tight black pants. Danny was sure that, like so many before him, the patient had a roaring hardon that he tried to hide as the doctor shook his hand.
Danny smiled, with the satisfying thought that he had been the one to make love to that same bubble butt just a short while ago.
<><> Hassan & Eddie <><>
Having done his duty Tommy joined Danny. who got dressed and they went to the kitchen to make a start on lunch. A short time later the gate buzzer sounded, they wiped their hands and went to the front door, Tommy standing with his arm draped round Danny’s shoulder. Steve joined them as Hassan’s military jeep came down the driveway and skidded to a halt before them. Poking out of the passenger-side window was the lens of Eddie’s camera.
“Just had to get this one,” Eddie’s eager voice shouted, you two all lovey-dovey. Some of the guys won’t believe this stuff unless they see it in pictures, ‘cos when some guys tell a story they exaggerate,” said the exaggerator in chief.
Eddie jumped down from the jeep and Hassan came round from the driver’s side. Eddie threw his arms round the boys while Hassan gave Steve a bone-crushing handshake.
The total difference between Hussein and his boy Eddie always struck doc Steve, as it did everyone else. The swarthy muscular Arab/Asian soldier was every inch a military man of few words. As a Marine Captain he expected his orders to be promptly obeyed.
“Eddie was a fun-loving joke-a-minute livewire, as talkative as his man was taciturn. His machine-gun delivery had earned him the affectionate title of motor-mouth Eddie. Now as he rattled on, Hassan smiled ruefully, shrugged and said to Steve, “Can’t do a thing with him.”
Steve was always amused how Hassan affectionately adopted the attitude that his boy was out of control, though everyone knew that one stern command from the soldier would bring an instant, “sir, yes sir” from Eddie, like a young Marine recruit.
There was one way in which the two were totally compatible – sexually. One order Eddie obeyed faster than any was the soldier’s command for the boy to suck his cock. Hassan loved blowjobs and Eddie was a master cocksucker, the best in town.
Now, Hassan wrapped his hand round Eddie and pulled him into a full-mouth kiss, stifling his stream-of-consciousness chatter. When he pulled away he said, “Now stop prattling and say hello properly to our hosts.”
Eddie loved to be publicly disciplined by his Marine and obediently shook hands with the three men. Hassan said, “We got here earlier than expected. I came straight from the base and picked Eddie up on the way. You may have noticed I’m still in my military gear.”
Noticed?! They couldn’t take their eyes off the pornographically rugged Marine in fatigue pants and boots, a sleeveless denim shirt over a khaki tank stretched over his muscled pecs.
“No problem, Hassan,” Steve smiled. “It’s good you’re here early. It’ll give you plenty of time to get settled into the cottage, then kick back and hang out doing whatever you feel like before lunch. It’s all real casual, it’s your mini-vacation, so enjoy.”
Tommy said, “So guys, bring your gear in and I’ll take you down to the cottage. You know the way blindfold, sir, you’ve gone down that path hundreds of times when you lived here.”
Hassan hauled their backpacks out of the jeep and Tommy led the way past the pool and down the gravel path. Danny brought up the rear with two coolers of supplies for the kitchen. He dropped one at the door and, unnoticed by the visitors, took the other out to the gazebo.
In the guesthouse Eddie looked around wide-eyed. “This place is way cool, sir. I can picture you living here alone, the muscle-god Marine all alone in the hills ... like the start of a porn movie.”
“Kid, that fantasy brain of yours never quits does it? Maybe we can even weave a few more while we’re here. Tommy, the place is in great shape, thanks for pulling it all together like this.”
“No problem, sir. We always keep it ready for the occasional guest who’s too drunk to drive home.” Danny joined them and said, “This cooler here has supplies for the fridge so I’ll leave it here for you to load..”
After Eddie had excitedly inspected the place they went outside and Eddie noticed the tall wooden telephone pole standing all alone near the house. “What’s this, sir?”
“Ah that’s something special, kiddo. It was once a working telephone pole with wires hanging on it when there was a landline here, before the age of cell phones. The landline was decommissioned and the cables dismantled but the pole was left standing here.”
Eddie ran his hands over the rough wood. “And it still has the spikes sticking out the sides that I guess the tech guys used to climb up it. So what’s it used for now, sir?”
“Now that, kid, I will leave to your lurid imagination – you’re the king of fantasy. But it has seen plenty of hot action, eh Tommy?”
“I’ll say,” Tommy grinned. “OK guys, Danny and I will leave you alone now. If you need anything, just give me a holler.”
“Sir, Danny said, “why don’t you show Eddie the gazebo out there all on its own? Tommy and I were down there a while ago, and it was magical, eh dude?”
“I’ll say,” Tommy smiled again. He put his arm over his lover’s shoulder and they made their way back up the path to the house.
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Hassan said, “Kid, that gazebo out there was my favorite place to sit alone and meditate. At the end of the promontory it seems to float over the hills. Now I wanna share it with you – come on.”
He wants to share his special place with me, Eddie smiled as he walked behind him down the narrow path. When they reached the rustic gazebo Hassan said, “Will you look at that? Those guys sure know how to welcome guests ... champagne in an ice bucket and two glasses.”
They sat side by side on the banquette, the small table in front of them, and Hassan popped the cork. Champagne fizzed out and Hassan quickly poured both glasses. Eddie said, “Look, they left a note ... Happy vacation to two great guys – Steve & Lloyd, Tommy & Danny.”
Hassan smiled, ““Good to see Tommy’s and Danny’s names linked. Glad those guys patched things up.” He turned, smiled at Eddie and raised his glass. “To us, kiddo.”
“To us, sir.” They clinked glasses and sipped. Eddie sputtered and champagne spurted from his nose. “Not used to champagne,” he giggled.
“It’s about time you got used to the finer things of life, kiddo. It’s not all beer and blowjobs.”
“Sir,” Eddie protested, “blowjobs are some of the finer things of life, especially when I’m giving them to a hot Marine captain. Come to think of it, sir, would now be a good time for the first blowjob of our vacation – out here in the middle of nowhere?”
“Nah ... feel the vibes, dude. This place is for champagne, not cock-sucking.”
“But that will come later, eh, sir?”
“Hmm, maybe. All depends on you, boy. I got something special planned.”
“Am I gonna like it?”
“Hmm – maybe, maybe not. We’ll see.”
Eddie had to be content with that unexplained thought hanging in the air. His mind floated with possibilities, both frustrating and exciting. Hassan took another sip, then stretched his arm along the back of the banquette. He laid his head back and closed his eyes.
His head resting on the muscled arm, Eddie stared at the soldier’s dark rugged Arab/Asian features – the square stubbled jaw, full-lipped mouth, slightly slanted eyes and thick black hair. The man was a sex god and Eddie’s cock was rock hard in his shorts. Eddie too closed his eyes and let the soft, sage-scented breeze blow over him. He even dozed, seduced by the gazebo’s mellow magic.
He didn’t know how long he had dozed when he was startled awake by Hassan’s deep voice. “OK, I’m ready, I’m fucking horny. Bring the bucket back to the house for later, boy.”
Eddie scrambled to his feet, put the glasses in the bucket and carried them back up the path behind Hassan. He knew from the gruff tone and the determined military stride that the soldier was ready for sex. The boy couldn’t wait to suck the captain’s long thick rod.
When they reached the guesthouse Hassan gave the order. “Get naked, boy.” Eddie quickly complied and stood naked before him, hands behind his back. Hassan pulled out a chaise from under the porch and Eddie assumed he would lie on it and tell his boy to kneel and suck.
But he was wrong. He watched Hassan pull off his denim shirt and drop it. This was one of Hassan’s hottest looks – in fatigues and boots, his torso bulging under the khaki tank.
Hassan walked toward him and shoved Eddie back against the pole. He pushed both arms up and made him grip the spikes that protruded from the sides. Then he picked up two lengths of cord that were lying on the ground, tied one round each wrist and secured them to the spikes.
He stepped back and surveyed his work, the naked boy, his back to the pole, arms stretched up on either side, secured to the spikes. Eddie was confused. No way he could kneel to give the soldier a blowjob. He stammered nervously, “Sir, don’t you want me to suck your cock?”
“Did I say you could speak?” Hassan barked. “You speak when you’re spoken to, get it?”
“No, sir ... I mean yes, sir.” The sight of the muscled Marine made his dick stiffen and rise slowly until it was erect, stiff as the pole behind him. Hassan looked down at it. “Good, that’s a start.”
He turned away from Eddie and ignored him as he went back to the chaise a few yards away. He raised its back then sat down and leaned back, legs stretched in front of him. He bent his arms, linked his hands behind his head and stared up at his bound boy.
Nothing was said and the silence became oppressive. Eddie stared at the muscle-god Marine, lying on his back in the sun, blotches of sweat appearing on the tight khaki tank. With his arms raised, the mass of wiry black armpit hair was on full view and Eddie watched sweat form on them and trickle down to the shirt. Eddie pulled at his restraints, desperate to bury his face in the stinking pits.
Finally Hassan said, “So, you wanna suck my dick, eh?”
“Yes please, sir. Very much sir.”
“Right, so you’ll have to earn it. I’m so hot and horny I could cum just by touching my dick. But you can earn the right to put your mouth on it by spilling your load before I do. Otherwise I just jerk off – your choice.”
Hassan reached behind his neck, pulled his tank top up slowly so Eddie saw first his eight-pack abs, then his pecs, with beads of sweat rolling down the cleft between them. The tank rose higher, broke free and the soldier hurled it at Eddie. The damp shirt hit him in the face and he smelled the soldier’s rancid sweat before it fell at his feet.
He gazed at the muscular soldier, stripped to the waist in fatigues and boots, and he struggled to get free and touch his own raging cock. But he wasn’t allowed to. He was a prisoner, at the mercy of the rugged Marine who lay before him, stroking the contours of his own bare chest.
Eddie was desperate to cum before Hassan did so he could suck him off, but he was helplessly tied. There was an arrogant smile on Hassan’s face, getting off on the sight off the naked young jock struggling to get free, struggling to cum.
Hassan tormented the boy by running his hand over his own chest, then down his waist, over his ripped abs, over his belt and coming to rest on his bulge in his fatigues. He rubbed the palm of his hand over the bulge and sighed deeply as it grew harder. “Pretty close now, he grinned tauntingly. Damn the sight of a naked young jock in bondage is gonna make me bust a load ... any time now.”
Eddie struggled wildly, desperate to cum. He stared at the bare-chested soldier, muscles rippling as he stroked his bulge, head rolling from side to side as he approached his climax.
Eddie had seen that expression before, just as the soldier was about to spill his load while Eddie sucked his dick. “No ... he yelled, please, sir, no ... I ... aaagh he screamed as his cock shuddered and blasted cum that spurted forward and splashed down at his feet.
His breath heaving he stared at Hassan. Had he cum? No, he could tell by his smile that he hadn’t. He got off the chaise and came up to Eddie who thought he would be released to satisfy his craving for his master’s cock.
“But his ordeal was not over. Hassan grinned. “Well done kid. I get real turned on watching a hot jock like you tied naked and struggling to get free. So here’s what I’ll do ... He reached up and loosened the ropes a little. “There – still tight, but if you try hard enough you can get free and suck a soldier’s dick.”
Hassan kissed him, then returned to the chaise. But this time he went further. His hand wandered down to his pants again, and now he yanked them open and pulled out his huge dark cock, the object of Eddie’s lust. Eddie tugged at the ropes again. There was a bit more give, but it would be hard to free his hands.
The climax of his ordeal approached as Hassan stroked his cock slowly and groaned with pleasure. “Oh yeah,” he moaned. “Watching you struggle is gonna make me cum at last. Question is, can you get to me before I do?”
Eddie watched his fist curl round the shaft and stroke it. He saw the ecstasy on the soldier’s face and knew he was close. “No ...!” He craved that cock so bad, wanted to wrap his mouth round it and drink his sperm. He tugged desperately at the ropes and felt them loosen. “Fuck ...” the Marine groaned. “You look so fucking hot, boy, my nuts are about to burst. Man, I’m close ... real close ...”
“No,” Eddie yelled, and with one last mighty tug the ropes unraveled. He sprang forward, knelt down and clamped his mouth over the massive cock he needed so bad. But even as he sucked hard he didn’t want Hassan to cum right away. So he used all his skill to bring him to the cusp of orgasm, then opened his mouth wide, barely touching the cock which stopped throbbing just shy of orgasm.
“Yeah, boy, you know how to treat a man’s cock. Come on, make me empty my load in your hot mouth.” He clamped his hands behind the boy’s head and tried to force him to suck harder.
But the tables had turned – now the boy was in charge, making the master beg. Several times Eddie brought him to the edge of climax and stopped. Hassan groaned, “Dammit, I gotta cum, you’re torturing my dick. Please, man, make me cum ... let me cum ... please, I ... aaagh!”
His head flew back and he howled as his cock erupted deep down his boy’s throat ... and Eddie hungrily gulped down the bitter-sweet juice. Every last drop.
When his cock had drained dry, Hassan grabbed Eddie’s shoulders and pulled him up on top of him. The soldier kissed his boy and tasted his own cum still oozing from the boy’s mouth.
He pulled back and smiled into Eddie’s eyes. “Damn, that was hot, kiddo. And there’s more to come ... we are gonna have one helluva great vacation here, dude.”
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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 13: Chapter 44