Trial Of Strength (Book 11)

"LOVE IN A WILDERNESS - & BODY-WOSRSHIP"

At the Grady House party, Randy and Bob go to Mario’s secret garden, an enchanted wilderness where the handsome virile lovers make passionate love in the long grass. Then comes the floor-show – a pornographic fantasy where the muscular young fireman Jason is tied up, stripped naked and body-worshipped. Cock-and-ball torment makes the broken jock beg for mercy and surrender his ass to his captor.

In the previous chapter

The rugged gypsy Randy was the powerful leader of the tribe, with charismatic sexual magnetism.  He yielded authority to no man – except for the older man known in the tribe as Uncle Mike.

Mike a muscular, still-handsome man in his late fifties, had formed a strong bond with Randy who looked up to him as a son reveres his father.  He was the only man ever to call Randy ‘boy’, and Randy called Mike ‘sir’ as a mark of respect. 

And now, in the relaxed atmosphere of the big clan gathering at the Grady house, their already close relationship took a dramatic leap when it turned sexual.  The long-buried mutual lust of the two alpha males finally surfaced and, in a quiet corner of the Grady House extensive grounds, Mike asserted his ultimate authority and butt-fucked the boss.

“Yeah,” Mike growled, “you’re always the top man, even when one of your alpha buddies is pounding your ass.  But this time I’m in charge.  I’m the dad you never had, and I’m butt-fucking my boy.  Tell me you never fantasized about that.”

Randy confessed. “I never told anyone that, Mike not even Bob.  I never knew my dad so I played dad to my brothers.  But I fantasized about having a dad, a man I could call sir, who would love me, discipline me and fuck my ass.  You’re the only man I ever met who ... aaagh ...”

Their orgasms were explosive, and as their panting subsided Mike smiled down at the chiseled gypsy face.  “That’s what’s known as a catharsis, Randy – releasing strong desires and lusts that you’ve been repressing all your life, the primal need of a boy for the strong influence of a father figure you never had.”

They lay together on the grass, Randy propped up on his elbow gazing down at Mike.  “You’re right, Mike.  But until now I never knew the need for that was so strong in me.”

“It goes even deeper than that, boy.  You never had someone to nurture and discipline you, someone you could go crying to when you were hurt, confused or fucked up.  All kids need that.  But as you never had it, you were the one who had to be the top guy, to nurture, discipline and protect others.  You nurtured your younger brothers, you disciplined guys, even your lover Bob, and you’ve been protecting the boys of this tribe for years.

“That’s why you’ve always been so aggressive and quick to anger, ‘cos there was never anyone to rein you in, to discipline you – only other macho top guys who fought you, and even then you usually won.  You never had a dad, kiddo.”

Randy’s blue eyes stared at Mike.  “I, er ... I don’t know how to say this, Mike, but ... would you let me look on you as my dad?”

“You already do, boy.  And I already am.  How many times have I criticized you and chewed you out for something dumb you’ve done?  You storm away in a rage, but you always come back and apologize.  You already see me as a father figure – and I like that, boy.  If I had ever had a son I’d have wanted him to be just like you – tough, quick with his fists, compassionate, and drop-dead gorgeous.  And, someone I could butt-fuck now and again when he challenges me.”

Randy grinned, “And I’ll do it again, sir.  Just so you know.”

“And I’ll fuck you again, boy.  Just so you know.”

Their laughter was interrupted by a heavy footstep, and a gravelly voice.  “I thought I recognized those shouts bouncing off the walls.”  Zack’s handsome black face was grinning down at them.  He towered over them, in his usual black jeans and a black leather vest hanging open over a gray T-shirt that clung to the muscular contours of his magnificent black body.

“And it’s obvious from the jizz splashed all over you that you guys have been having a party.”   He rubbed the bulge in his jeans. “Room for one more?”

=========    BOOK 11: CHAPTER 44   ========= 

<><>    All In The Family    <><>

Lying on the ground Randy and Mike stared up at Zack, and Randy roared with laughter. “Might have known you’d pick up the scent of jizz and show up, big guy.”

Randy was naked, except for work-boots and the tool-belt round his waist, which he now unbuckled and pulled out from under him.  Mike was shirtless, gray hair covering his solid pecs, and his cock hanging out of his jeans, still dripping cum after he had butt-fucked Randy.

Zack’s chiseled ebony features broke into a broad grin.  “Pretty obvious what’s gone down here,” he laughed, “and about time too.  You guys have always carried on like father and son and we all wondered when you, Mike, would assert your parental rights.”

“Is that what they’re calling it these days, parental rights?” chuckled Zack’s boy Darius, joining the group with his own boy Ryan.  You better remember that, kiddo.”

“Great,” Zack said, “it’s a family affair. I always say stuff like this should be kept all in the family.” 

The black construction boss, a co-manager with Randy on the construction sites, was enjoying himself.  "So here we have on the ground two hot alphas playing father and son, jizz-drained post-fuck.  And standing over them our own three-generation family – me, my boy Darius and his boy Ryan – with balls fit to burst.”

“That’s the way it looks to me, sir,” Darius said.  “So what’re we gonna do about that?  What d’ya think, Ryan.  You’re the boy genius around here?”

Darius had taught the once-shy Ryan to be assertive at times like this – and he was ready.  “Well, sir.  Personally I would like to jack off over them and add to all that jizz on them.”

“See?” Darius laughed.  “Didn’t I say my boy’s a genius?  Good answer, kiddo.  So what are we waiting for?”

Zack stood on one side of the two hunks, Darius and Ryan on the other, and they pulled out their cocks – Zack’s thick shaft, Darius’s ten-inch weapon, and Ryan’s more modest, but rock hard dick.  “Let’s do it, guys,” Zack said. “Let’s show these guys a family in action.”

“Shit,” Mike laughed, “I didn’t sign on for this.”

Randy grinned, “But hey, you wanna make me proud of my new dad, don’t you?”

So they lay staring up at the three cocks in three fists pounding over them.  And it didn’t take long.  They blasted their loads in order of seniority – first Zack, then Darius, then young Ryan.
“It’s a fucking cum-storm,” yelled Randy as semen rained down on his naked body and face, and on Mike’s hairy chest.

Then a new voice added to the commotion.  “Hey, what’s all this about family?” Pablo laughed as he approached with his boy Tyler and Mike’s boy Larry, attracted by all the noise.  “Don’t we qualify?  I am Randy’s son, which kinda makes Randy grandpa to my boy Tyler.”

“Hey,” Randy growled, “you watch your lip, boy.  Nobody calls me the G word and gets away with it.”

“Whatever,” Larry laughed.  “But I fit in just fine, ‘cos I’m definitely Mike’s boy.  And as Mike seems to be acting as Randy’s father, that makes Randy ...” Larry frowned  ... “makes him my brother? ... uncle? ... cousin?  Damn this get complicated.”

“Ah,” Mike said, quit foolin’ around, kid.  Cut to the chase, get on with what you came here to do – if you’ve got it in you.”

Pablo said, “Oh we’ve got it in us, Uncle Mike ... (uncle? ... damn) ... and it’s fit to bust out.  So come on, guys.  Whatever the fuck they are – dads, granddads, uncles – let show them we’re the boss.”

Pablo, Tyler and Larry joined the other three standing around the two cum-soaked bodies on the ground.  They pulled out their cocks and pounded them hard.  “No, no more,” Mike pleaded jokingly.  “We’re already drowning in jizz.  No more ... aaagh.”

Mike and Randy’s howls of protest echoed round the garden as three more streams of semen splashed down on their already-swamped bodies. 

Word had gone round at the party that there was serious action over here and more guys came to check it out.  Amid gales of laughter and ‘what-the-fucks?’ Zack shouted, “Welcome to the baptism of jizz, guys – christening this new team of father and son – or uncle and grandpa, or whatever the hell you wanna call it.  Let’s hear it for Mike and Randy.”

<><>    Party Gossip    <><>

 Randy and Mike were triumphantly escorted back through the cheering crowd to the pool where they got naked and dived in. 

“Splendido,” Mario said to his lover Grady.  “This will be a party to remember.”

“It’s the magic of this place, amico,” Grady smiled.  “Guys are so relaxed here that all those feelings they’ve buried find the space and freedom to come alive.  Everyone has known for a long time that Mike and Randy had this special father/son vibe going, and now it’s official.  All it took was a good fuck.  As I always say, amore, a good fuck brings out the best in a guy.

Mario laughed.  “It does with you anyway, Grady.  But look at all the groups around us – the family vibe is definitely in the air.”

“Yeah,” Grady said, “and it’s not just masters and boys.  I like to think that my new movie has created another close family group – Jamie, Nate, Eddie and me. You should see how we work together – like brothers.  Look how animated they are – talking about our next shoot, I’m sure.”

Grady was right.  The three boys had been joined by Jamie’s man Mark, Eddie’s man Hassan, and Mike and Larry.  Jamie was energetically explaining, “When we go back to work we’re doing a real complicated scene at the beach.  See, Grady’s character Hunter has a rival in the lifeguard group and inevitably there’s a big showdown fight.  And get this – it’s on surfboards.”

“The bad guy challenges Hunter to a surfing contest and plays dirty, so it turns into a fight.  It’ll be a two-day shoot as the director wants, like, a zillion takes with different shots that he can eventually edit into a fast-paced fight.  I’ll be coordinating the surfing action and Eddie will be on one of the two boats, concentrating on the close-up shots he’s so good at.”

“Course,” Jamie continued, “we’ll have stunt doubles for long shots grappling on surfboards, but after they crash into the water it’s Grady’s face that surfaces and that’s when Eddie gets the close-up.  Grady likes to do his own stunts but the producers mostly don’t let him.  If he got injured that would shut down production, and delays cost money.”

Mark loved watching his handsome boy, so alive when describing his job.  But Mark grinned ruefully, “And this means that you’ll be working late, eh?”

“Yes, sir, but after a day like that, testosterone will be running wild so I will be really hot to trot.”

“Sounds like a win-win all around,” the cop laughed.

Tommy was still manning the bar and Brian and Will circulated with plates of snacks.  Randy pulled Will aside and murmured conspiratorially, “Hey, Red, any chance of my favorite Chivas Scotch?”

Will smiled.  “I brought a couple of bottles from home, sir, and tucked them away with your name on it.  Would now be a good time?”

“It’s always the right time for that stuff, kiddo.”  He ruffled Will’s mop of red hair, pulled his face down and kissed him.  “You’re a good kid, Red.  Remind me to fuck you sometime soon – Seth permitting of course.”

Bob smiled at Randy.  “You old charmer.  They’re all in love with you, of course.”

Randy’s pale blues eyes looked nervously into Bob’s.   “Er, buddy ... that stuff with Mike and me out there.  Are you OK with that?”

“Couldn’t be more delighted,” Bob chuckled.  “For a long time now I’ve watched your friendship with Mike deepen and of course I understood the dynamic – you looking up to him as a father figure, him watching you proudly like the son he never had.  It’s about time you acknowledged that, and if it took a fuck to do it, so much the better.   Mike has already slapped you down whenever you misbehaved.  You need someone to keep you in check.”

“That’s what Mike said.”

“I can’t do it.  I’ve tried but you take me to bed and make love to me and I forgive everything.  You won’t find Mike to be the big softy I am.”

“I don’t want him to be.  It’s his toughness I admire ... and need sometimes, I guess.  But you’re still the most important man in my life, dude, and I’ll never do anything to get in the way of that.”

A short distance away Mario and Grady were still surveying their guests, making sure they had everything they wanted. They got a kick out of watching the wide variety of personalities and behaviors, like Jamie’s animation.  Gossiping together at a party was one of their favorite pastimes, and Mario’s European sensitivities made him an astute observer.

“Look at Randy and Bob, Grady.  All that stuff with Mike seems to have added another layer to the already deep love they share.”

“I’ll say.  Randy’s practically fucking Bob with his eyes.  They’ll be under the table in a minute.”

“I think I know just what they need, amico,” Mario smiled.  “I’ll be right back.”

Mario got up and sauntered casually up to them.  “Ciao, signori.  Enjoying the party?”

“Mario,” Bob grinned, “you and Grady give the best parties ever.  It’s like a Neverland up here, a magical world where guys throw off the shackles of their daily life and, I dunno, feel free to fly.”

“Bob, you have such a poetic turn of phrase.  I confess that Grady and I were watching you both just now and my mind went to a place I think of as a magical world.  Randy, when you were doing your security rounds I don’t know if you noticed that hedge with a low door in it.  It doesn’t lead to the outside but to a small, private world I created when I was landscaping these grounds.  Or to be more exact, I left it to create itself.

“I learned early on in my landscaping career that manicured trees and lawns were all very well, but I always left a small part of the garden untouched, trusting nature to do its thing and run wild.  All I did for my little wilderness was plant a single tree, and install a small waterfall to help nature along.  Then I left nature to its own devices.  It’s my favorite place on the whole estate.  I call it my giardino segreto – my secret garden where I go to unwind, to meditate or just doze. 

Grady and I go there to hide and it’s so wild and overgrown we pretend we are the first people to set foot there, the only people in the world.  The boys know not to disturb us there for anything less than a house fire.  The door is always locked, but here, I’ll give you the key.”

Mario took a key from his pocket and slid it across the table to Randy, who grinned, “I feel kinda privileged, Mario.  Yeah, I did notice the small door, but the hedges round it were so high I couldn’t see over them.  Still, as the door was locked I figured there was no security issue.”

Mario laughed.  “None at all, Randy.  As a matter of fact, if we’re ever invaded by paparazzi Grady and I would take the boys and hide in there and we’d be perfectly safe until you and Mark rescued us.  But go see for yourselves.  I have a feeling it’s just what you need.”

<><>    The Secret Garden    <><>

As Randy and Bob left the party and made their way through the grounds they felt a heady sense of anticipation they couldn’t quite pin down.  In both men it manifested itself as hard-ons.

The grounds were extensive and at first Randy’s couldn’t locate the high hedge he had seen before.  They stumbled upon it almost by chance and saw the low door set in the dense foliage.  “OK, buddy,” Randy said, “here goes.”

As Randy inserted the big, old-fashioned key in the lock Bob chuckled.  “I feel a bit like Alice going through the looking glass, or Dorothy opening the door to Oz.”

“Huh,” Randy huffed.  “Maybe you feel like Alice or Dorothy – me, I can’t relate.”

Bob looked at the swarthy, macho gypsy and laughed, “Why am I not surprised?”

But their laughter died as they squeezed through the small door and an eerie silence wrapped round them, broken only by the faint sound of running water.  At first all they could see was tangled bushes, tall, unkempt grass and dense trees, and they spoke in hushed voices.  “Must remind Grady of Tarzan’s jungle,” Randy whispered.

“Feels kinda wonderful, though,” Bob said dreamily. “I can see why Mario comes here to clear his thoughts and meditate.”

Randy pushed through tangled branches, followed by Bob, and they made for the sound of running water. They walked through waist-high grass and came to a tiny stream, evidently fed by the small waterfall Mario had mentioned. “That tall hedge goes all the way round in a square,” Randy said.  “It’s a secret garden alright.”  Bob dropped to his knees in the long grass and pulled Randy down beside him.

Bob said, “Kinda reminds me of when I was a young kid, we used to go and play in a field with grass like this and we lay down in it.  We were completely hidden, we disappeared.  It was our secret world too.  Couple of times we took our clothes off – felt more natural.”

“Kids have the best ideas,” Randy smiled.  He took off his shirt and Bob copied him.

“Makes me feel like a kid again.” Bob giggled as they both kicked their shoes off and pulled down their shorts.  Bob lay naked on his back, looking up through the grass at the cerulean blue sky.  “It’s like this secret world even has its own sky – brighter than the world outside.”

“You going all poetic on me, dude?” Randy chuckled.  He lay naked on his side beside Bob, propped himself up on his elbow and gazed down at him.  The deep silence was otherworldly, made even more intense by the soft breeze blowing through the grass and the nearby gurgle of running water.

“You know,” Bob said, Mario is quite a magical guy to create a world like this.  They both are.  Maybe that’s what made them fall in love – the magic.”

Randy grinned, “What made me fall in love with you, kid, was your perfect ass.”

Bob laughed.  “Well, nobody could accuse you of ‘going all poetic’, Randy, that’s for sure.  But you do have your own special magic and I’ll settle for that.”

Silence descended again as Randy broke off a grass stalk and gently stroked Bob’s face with it, then ran it lightly down his neck, between his pecs and teased his nipples.  Bob’s eyes were closed, a smile on his face, and Randy gazed down at him mesmerized.  At last he spoke, in that deep, gentle voice Bob loved so much. 

“Buddy, do you ever have those moments where you’d like to stop the clock – freeze time at a precise moment and live it forever?  ‘Cos this is one of those moments.  I’d like to be time’s captive, condemned to make love to you over and over again in this little wilderness.”

Bob opened his eyes and smiled up at the rugged, stubbled face.  “This place must be magic, dude, ‘cos now it’s even got your tough old soul going poetic.  I dunno about freezing time, but there’s nothing to stop you making love.  Usually it starts with a kiss.  You do remember how to do that, don’t you?”

“Sure.  You just put your lips together and blow, right?”

“No, Randy, that’s how you whistle,” Bob said patiently.  “You don’t blow for a kiss.  Here, let me show you.”  Bob reached up, curled his hand through the thick black hair at Randy’s nape and pulled his face down into a passionate kiss.  Randy clamped his open mouth over Bob’s, pushed his tongue deep inside and curled it round Bob’s tongue.  Randy inhaled all the breath from Bob, then exhaled, sharing the same breath with his lover over and over again.

The churning kiss lasted so long Bob thought he would suffocate.  Then Randy suddenly pulled back and asked innocently, “Did I get that right?”

“Look down there,” Bob smiled, indicating his cock that stood up tall and proud as a flagpole – a flagpole that was oozing pre-cum.”

“Uggh!” Randy winced, “that looks messy.  Want me to clean it up?”

“Do you know how to?”

“You just put your tongue out and lick, right?”

Which is exactly what Randy did, pulling the viscous liquid out on the tip of his tongue in a long gossamer thread.   He sucked it all in, then closed his mouth over the bulbous head of Bob’s cock and let it slide all the way down his throat.  He clenched his throat round it, pulled back, then began a masterful cock-suck that drove Bob wild.  He looked down at the square, heavily stubbled jaw moving up and down over his cock, and Randy’s long shaggy hair falling forward over his face.

Bob could have shot his load anytime in Randy’s mouth but he held back, knowing there was much more to come.  Randy was skilled at sensing when a man was on the edge of orgasm, and he now pulled off Bob’s cock and grinned down at him.  “Did I get that right, sir?”

“Randy, you’re such an asshole,” Bob laughed.  “You sound like the new kids, Vic and Noah, always unsure if they ‘got it right’.  And all the time we both know what you really want ... and need.  I know you better than you know yourself.”

“Oh you do, uh?  So let’s hear it, wiseguy.”

“OK.”  Bob settled back in the grass while Randy knelt over him, straddling his waist.  “So, let’s do the math here.  You just got through that incredible session with Uncle Mike where you finally acknowledged him as a dominant force in your life.  And to prove it you offered your ass that he pounded as savagely as you pound ass.

“In the past, on the rare occasions that you’ve been savagely butt-fucked, you have to reassure yourself that your masculinity is intact.  Normally you reverse roles and pay back the guy and fuck him even harder.  But that’s not gonna happen with Uncle Mike, so you need another sacrificial lamb.  Guess who?”

“Man, you sure have the gift of the gab.  Are you simply trying to tell me you want my dick in your ass?  You can save your breath, ‘cos we all knew that was gonna happen before we even came in here.” 

They looked into each other’s eyes ... and started to laugh.  “Dude,” Randy said, “I love you even when you’re being an asshole – especially when you’re being an asshole, ‘cos then I have to fuck some sense into you.  Mario sent us to this magic place to make love, so let’s stop beating around the straggly bushes and do it.”

<><>    Forbidden Fruit    <><>

Randy shuffled back on his knees between Bob’s legs, spat on his cock and stroked it. Bob pulled his legs back and Randy pressed his cock against the ass on offer.  “You got one thing wrong, buddy, when you said I always pay back even harder.  But this ain’t a place for savagery it’s naturally wild enough all on its own.  Mario created it as a place for love – it’s all around us.”

His blue eyes sparkled and his dark, chiseled featured broke into a luminous smile.  “So right here in the long grass I’m gonna make love to the most beautiful man in this world or any other.”

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Randy’s cock slid into Bob’s ass.  Their eyes met, mirrored in each other ... and that’s when Randy got his wish and time stood still – or rather ceased to exist.  The tangled little garden folded itself round the lovers so that time and place existed solely for them.  Randy’s shaft buried itself in the velvet depths of Bob’s ass, easing tenderly in and out, sending Bob into a trance as he heard Randy’s husky voice.

“This is what I live for, buddy ... loving you.  All the other stuff don’t even come close – kinda fun most of the time, but it can’t hold a candle to this ... to you ... to you and me together in our secret world.”

“In a secret garden, hidden in the long grass,” Bob grinned.  “You feel good inside me.”

Bob writhed sensuously under Randy, muscles rippling, his handsome face rolling from side to side.   Randy smiled, “You’ve never looked more gorgeous, dude, and your ass has never felt as good.”  He leaned forward and kissed Bob, who felt overwhelmed by the dominant gypsy.  Their mouths were sealed tight, forcing him to depend on Randy for the very breath of life, while his cock caressed his ass. 

After what seemed like an eternity Randy pulled his face back and smiled.  “Now I’m gonna flood your ass with my jizz, buddy.”

“No, Randy, not yet.  I want this to go on and ...”

“Sshh – trust me, kid.  But you’re not to cum yet.”

Randy’s laser blue eyes penetrated Bob’s as his cock penetrated his ass, swelled up and gushed warm semen deep inside him.  Bob felt the muscular body shudder above him as Randy’s cock drained, and he waited for him to pull out.  He felt ecstatic and frustrated at the same time, a feeling that the magic was about to end.

But the withdrawal never came, and the magic didn’t fade.  Incredibly Randy’s cock was still iron hard as it began again to move in and out of Bob’s ass.  Randy grinned, “We’re in this beautiful place, dude, you didn’t think I was gonna waste it on just one climax, did you?  Man, I could cum in your ass again and again ... but we’ll settle for two.”

And so Randy continued to make love to Bob, with his eyes and his cock that continued making love to his ass.  Randy pressed his hands on Bob’s chest, cupping his pecs, then running his fingers over the contours of his shoulders, chest and abs as if discovering them for the first time.  Bob reciprocated by digging his fingers into the slabs of Randy’s hairy chest, feeling his muscles ripple under his touch.

Again time paused and the silence of this beautifully disheveled little world was broken only by their rhythmic breathing, the rippling stream and the rustle of long grass.  They were under a spell that could have lasted forever, except for the pent-up passion straining both their cocks. 

Randy said, “Bob, I want you to remember this moment, ‘cos this is us, the real us.  Through all the bullshit of the world outside, no matter what happens, this is who we are.  And it’s why you’re gonna cum for me now.”

Bob reached down to his own cock but Randy grabbed both his wrists and pinned them in the grass above his head.  “You know better than that, kid.  You don’t need to touch yourself – this is my dick in your ass and my eyes making love to you.”  His voice became hypnotic.  “So look at me, man.  Look into my eyes and tell me you love me, over and over again, while I shoot another load in your sweet ass.”

Bob was lost, lost to everything except the sensual magnetism of the dark-eyed gypsy – his lover.  He said hypnotically, “I love you, Randy.  I love you ... I love you ... I love you ... aaahh!”

He felt Randy’s cock erupt inside him for the second time and was so mesmerized by the smiling blue eyes that he was scarcely aware of his own cock spurting streams of juice so high that it splashed on Randy’s chest heaving above him, then dripped down on his own.”

Still gazing down at Bob’s tear-filled brown eyes Randy smiled and slowly pulled his cock all the way back and out of his ass.  He released Bob’s wrists, rose upright on his knees and

“Aaah” ... he hit his head on a small tree branch above him.  He looked up at the offending branch and gave a full-throated laugh.

“Well I’ll be damned.  What d’ya know, this really is the Garden of Eden – complete with apple tree.”  It was a low-hanging apple that had hit the back of his head, and he reached up and plucked it.  With a roguish smile he bit a chunk out of it, then held it down to Bob who also took a bite.

“There,” Randy beamed, “now we’ve both tasted the forbidden fruit and it tasted real good to me.  Like they say, forbidden fruit is always the sweetest.”  He leaned forward braced his hands on the ground beside Bob’s face and smiled.  “But don’t worry, kiddo, if that mean ol’ serpent slides up I’ll kill it with my bare hands – and you know I can.”

“I know you can. Randy.  That’s why I’m not scared of snakes, even the human ones, ‘cos you’re always there to take care of me.”

Their laughter ran round the secret garden as Randy fell forward and wrapped protective arms round Bob, hidden in the tall grass.

<><>    Talking Porn    <><>

It was some time before they emerged from the secret garden and Randy locked the door behind them. Suddenly back in the real world, they felt a bit unsteady.  Bob said, “It’s like being on dry land after an ocean voyage – you have to get your land-legs back.”

They were encourage by a shout from Grady.  “Hey, they’re back.”  Everybody knew where they had been and, as Eddie joked, “It ain’t rocket science to guess what they’ve been doing.”

Mario had a knowing smile on his face as he invited them to sit with him and Grady. Will brought Randy his special Scotch, and white wine for Bob.  “Amici, I can see from your eyes that you felt the enchantment.”

“It was that magical place of yours, Mario,” Bob said.

“No, no.  We just provided the ideal setting for magic to flourish.  But the magic was yours, the enchantment is love.”

“We even ate the forbidden fruit,” Randy laughed.

“Ah, si, the apple tree.  I planted that and built the little waterfall before I closed the garden and let nature take over.  But Grady and I do not call it ‘forbidden fruit’ because nothing is forbidden in the giardino segreto.  You are the only two to have entered besides Grady and me, and our boys Danny and Brian.”

Randy slid the key across the table to Mario.  “We thank you for the privilege. Mario.”

“Prego, amico.  Feel free to ask us for the key whenever you need it.  You will both know when the time is right.”

The moment passed, and the party mellowed.  By now the tribe’s merry camaraderie, lubricated by copious amounts of wine and beer, had peaked.  Men and boys had talked, laughed, swum and cuddled, and were now happy to laze the afternoon away.  The company had learned the virtues of shaking off the working world and doing nothing – except having fun.    

The groupings and pairings had shifted too, and men whose lives didn’t intersect much were now meeting again and catching up.  Two such men were the architect and Doc Steve’s lover Lloyd, and the handsome young fireman Jason.  Jason was featured on the cover of the latest fireman’s calendar, shirtless in heavy firefighter pants and boots, with a hose slung over his shoulder – a muscular masturbatory fantasy for many a horny man or boy.

Superficially Lloyd and Jason were a perfect match.  Lloyd had always been hooked on handsome, muscular men, the kind he saw at the public gym he still went to – mostly for the purpose of ogling such men.  It was body-worship from a distance.  He would gaze at a good-looking athlete to the point of following him around the gym – at a discreet distance so as not to be noticed or become objectionable.  If the objects of his silent worship had noticed they would probably have been flattered.  Being admired was one reason for being at the gym, after all.

If Lloyd were the voyeur, Jason was the narcissistic exhibitionist, one of his traits that his boy Ben loved.  Jason would gaze at himself in the mirror and flex different muscles to gauge his body-building progress.  At home he would admire himself to the point where he became sexually aroused and would jerk off over his own mirror image.  He loved it when his boy Ben masturbated watching, and often wished he had a larger audience of admirers.

In both men the voyeur/exhibitionist fixations were harmless enough, and did not affect their relationships.  Steve knew of Lloyd’s obsession with beautiful men, of course, and not only accepted it but indulged him.  Lloyd may have drooled over such men but almost never followed though by taking them to bed.

As for Jason, his exhibitionism excited Ben, especially knowing that he would later sleep with those muscular arms round him.  The other men and boys of the tribe willingly accepted it too.  After all, the tribe of oversexed men often flirted with their own fantasies and sex games, so Jason’s vanity fit right in.  He wasn’t the only one to flaunt a beautiful body.

Even though their respective voyeurism and exhibitionism were a perfect match, Lloyd and Jason did not see much of each other in a typical week. They both had gyms at home that they used daily, and their paths crossed only when they happened to go to the public gym on the same day, a rare occurrence.

But now here, at the Grady House, in the general laid-back atmosphere where sex was never far from the surface, they naturally gravitated toward each other.  Alcohol had lowered whatever inhibitions they had (which were not many) and they fell easily into an open and frank conversation.

Not unexpectedly, it centered first on their gym routines. “Dammit, Jason,” Lloyd grinned, “that body of yours is more ripped than ever.  Did you pump it up for the calendar photo-shoot?”

“I did,” Jason said, basking in the praise, “but fireman tend to have good builds because of all the down time we spend on-call on the station house.  We spend most of that working out – it becomes competitive.”  Jason laughed. “Hell, Lloyd, I know how you drool over hot-looking guys, you should drop by some time and watch me and the guys work out.  You’d never stop creaming your shorts with all that muscle flashing in front of you.”

Lloyd chuckled, “I do enough of that at the gym, dude.  But what I’d really like to do is go up to them and body-worship them up close, run my hands over their rippling muscles, admire them, praise them and make them flex for me and kiss their own biceps.”

“Shit, we really should get together, Lloyd.  I’d get off big time doing that.  I already do it to myself, but having another guy worship my body is a whole different thing.  Do you ever watch muscle-worship porn?”

“Yeah,” Lloyd replied, “I’ve downloaded a ton of videos of good-looking musclehunks, but actually, you know, most of them are bondage videos.  There is no better way for a body-builder to show off his body than when he’s tied up and straining to get free.  Damn that can be hot.”

“I know, I’ve watched some of those, and you’re right.”  Jason smiled, “There’s one always makes me cum, of a gorgeous young jock naked in just briefs.  He’s standing in a doorway, his arms stretched up in a V, wrists tied to the corners of the doorframe. And he talks to the camera, as if to his captor, asking what he’s gonna do to him, begging for release.  But in the end he’s sagging from the ropes and submits to his fate of becoming the guy’s slave.

“I’ve even done that myself in front of a mirror, and it’s a huge turn-on watching my body writhe and flex.  I fantasize about another gym jock capturing me against my will, and my struggle to get free looks real.  The guy in the mirror becomes captive and captor all in one, one threatening, the other pleading for mercy.  I act like he’s taunting me, slapping my face, punching my stomach until I’m begging for mercy.”

“Holy shit, Jason, you’ve got my heart pounding and my dick roaring.  That’s exactly my fantasy too.  We gotta do that, dude.”

By this time the company was starting to get restless.  Dinner was still an hour or two away and their inactivity had turned to listlessness.  “You know what we need,” Miguel laughed, “is a floor-show before dinner.”

Grady laughed, “Wow, Mario, that’s something we didn’t plan for.  We should a’ hired a stripper – you know one of those gorgeous fantasy cops who barges in, rips his clothes off and arrests one of us.”

Zack grinned, “Why the hell do we need fantasy fakes when we got the real thing – a cop a fireman, a ranger, a Marine, a couple a’ docs and construction workers up the wazoo?  It’s the Village People times ten.  Can this bunch do gorgeous or what?  Surely we can make our own entertainment out of that.  Any ideas?”

Lloyd looked at Jason who nodded eagerly and Lloyd said, “Er, actually Jason and I were just having kind of an interesting conversation and, well, you all know he’s this vain son-of-a-bitch fireman and I’m a drooling body worshipper, so ...”

“So what are you waiting for, guys?” Randy roared.  “Let the games begin.”

<><>    The Ultimate Body-Worship    <><>

Lloyd and Jason left the group and went to their cars to get props for their show, then headed over to a clearing surrounded by trees.  The other men sipped their cocktails for a while until they heard Lloyd yell, “OK men, over here.”

They brought their drinks with them and pulled benches and chairs over to the clearing – where they stopped in awe.  As a Fire Department captain Jason always travelled with his firefighting gear in his truck in case of an emergency call, and he was wearing some of it now.

Eddie, of course, saw this as a video opportunity and had his trusty camera with him.  While the men took their seats Eddie focused his camera on a close-up of the solid firefighter boots.  The camera moved slowly up the heavy yellow pants, on up to the wide belt round his slim waist.

From there up Jason was naked and the camera panned up over his ripped abs, his chest and neck to a close-up of his face. He looked exactly as he did as a bare-chested fireman on the calendar cover.  Except that now Eddie pulled back to reveal that the fireman’s arms were stretched up in a V, his wrists tied to ropes hanging down from a tree branch.

“That looks spectacular,” Darius said, pulling his boy Ryan close to him.  “Straight out of a fucking porn movie.”  And among the spectators, hands went down to the bulges in their shorts as Jason began the show he had put on for himself so often. 

He looked up at his bound wrists and tugged at them.  His handsome face winced as his muscles flexed in a futile attempt to break free.  He turned his face sideways and looked at his bulging bicep as he pulled himself up, feet off the ground, and held tight and steady like the start of a gym chin-lift.

He held the grueling position for long seconds, veins bulging in his biceps and chest, drops of sweat running down the cleft between his pecs.  It was the classic homoerotic fantasy of a young handsome fireman captured, his shirt ripped off, helpless in bondage.  For the boys, who feasted their eyes on pictures of this same fireman in the calendar, it was a fantasy come to life, watching the shirtless young jock flex and flaunt his ripped muscles in an increasingly desperate struggle for freedom. 

Jason’s boy Ben grabbed the arm of his best buddy Will sitting next to him.  “Ain’t he gorgeous, Will?  I love watching when he does this, and now the whole tribe is getting off on him so he’s having a blast.  And to think, tonight that same gorgeous man is gonna sleep with me, fuck me and wrap those arms round me.”

Suddenly Jason stopped struggling and looked fearfully at the approaching Lloyd, barefoot and shirtless in beltless blue-jeans.  The captive groaned, “What you gonna do to me, man?  Now you’ve tied me up like this, what you gonna do?”

“Oh, I got plans for you, stud.  I get off looking at the arrogant fire captain tied helpless, at my mercy.  So before I work you over I’m gonna worship that incredible body.  Jason flinched and tugged again at the ropes but that only increased Lloyd’s lust for him.  He stroked his chest and neck then pulled his face forward into a grinding kiss.  Jason moaned in a muffled protest, yanked his head back and spat into Lloyd’s face.  “I don’t do stuff like that, man.”

Lloyd slapped the fireman’s face and sneered, “You do now, captain, you have no choice.  You’re my prisoner and you’ll do what I say.”  Again Lloyd kissed him roughly and this time Jason didn’t resist.  When Lloyd pulled away he grinned, “That’s better.  By the time I’ve finished with you, big guy, you’ll be begging to kiss a guy, and a whole lot more.” 

Lloyd ran his tongue down the cleft of his pecs, sucking in the fireman’s sweat, then bit his nipples and kissed his biceps. He ran his fingers along the ridges of his eight-pack abs and moaned, “Damn, you’re beautiful.” 

He pulled back to admire his bare-chested captive and smiled.  So, captain, you got a whole bunch of guys here watching you and drooling, so you’re gonna give them a show.  I know how vain you are, so show them.

“Go fuck yourself man,” Jason groaned. 

“So that’s the way you wanna play it, dude.  We’ll see about that.”  Lloyd clenched his fists and pounded on his pecs forcing him back and straining his arms.  Then he punched his abs and Jason arched his back defensively until at last he groaned, “OK, I give up.  I’ll do what you say.”

Lloyd stepped back and left the scene clear for Jason to do what he longed to do – flaunt his ripped body and indulge his narcissism before the whole tribe.  He pulled at the ropes, flexed his arms, then his chest and abs.  He writhed in bondage, twisting his long, sexy waist, then calmed down, turned his face and licked his own rock-hard biceps in turn.”

Bob whispered to Randy, “Pretty impressive, eh buddy?”

Without taking his eyes off the half-naked fireman Randy growled, “I gotta fuck that man real soon.”  Most of the other spectators where rubbing their swollen crotches and some of the boys had already pulled out their cocks.

After the homoerotic show of virile vanity, Lloyd stepped forward again and fell to his knees before Jason.  Quickly he loosened his boots and pulled them off, then reached up, unbuckled the foreman’s belt, ripped open his pants and pulled them down and off over his bare feet. 

A gasp went up as the audience saw the ripped muscle-jock bound naked for the first time.  His cock sprang out rock hard and Lloyd, still on his knees, grinned up at him.  “Hell, getting off on yourself sure gave you a boner. I gotta do something about that.”

He flicked out his tongue at the head of his cock but the prisoner groaned, “No, I don’t do stuff like that, man.  I’m not into that.”

“You are now captain, whether you like it or not, even if it humiliates you in front of all your macho buddies, watching their captain get his dick sucked by a guy.”  Lloyd bent forward, clamped his mouth over the fireman’s dick and sucked it all the way to the back of his throat.

“Nooo!”  Jason yelled, his naked body thrashing wildly in bondage, muscle rippling and flexing in a display of male beauty.  But that was just the start.  Lloyd pulled back and licked the hard corona of the head, teasing, taunting, before swallowing the cock again.

Lloyd was a master of edging – bringing a man to the edge of orgasm, then abruptly pulling back denying his climax.  He sucked Jason’s cock to bring him close, then pulled off and licked the head.  Jason’s breath became ragged as he felt his orgasm approach, but then Lloyd stopped, and the cock-and-ball torture began.  He circled his fingers round his scrotum, pulled gently and licked his bulging balls.  He flicked his fingers at the balls and rubbed his hand hard against them, making him gasp, “I’m gonna cum ... I’m gonna cum.”

Lloyd pulled away again and said, “Not yet, you’re not.”  He held his cock tight in his fist and brushed the palm of his other hand against the ultra-sensitive tip of the head, lubricating it with the pre-cum oozing from it.  The sensation drove Jason wild and he howled as his naked body thrashed frantically.  “I’m gonna cum ... I wanna cum ... please, sir ... I beg you ... let me cum.”

Lloyd pulled away, paused, and then the macho fireman’s torment began again, with the same craving for release for sexual release, and the same degrading pleading and begging for mercy.  Lloyd stopped and grinned.  “Getting tortured in front of your buddies, captain.  I like that.  But there’s one way you can end the torment.  If I shove my dick up your ass.”

“Hell no.  I don’t do that.  Let my men see their captain get fucked up the ass?  No way.”

“OK, stud.  Your choice.”  Lloyd went back to torturing the tip off his cock, bringing him again and again to the cusp of orgasm before pausing, then torturing him again.”

Jason suffered as long as he could, knowing what a spectacular sight it was, the helpless  naked jock screaming, writhing frantically, muscles bulging as he tugged desperately at the ropes binding him.  But finally even he had to surrender.

“OK, I give up.  I can’t take any more.  Fuck my ass.”

“What’s that again?”

“Fuck my ass, sir.  Please, have mercy.  I’m begging you, shove your rod up my ass.  Please, sir, I submit, I wanna get fucked up the butt.  I want my buddies to watch their captain get humiliated, with a cock in his ass.  Please, sir ...”

Suddenly the agony stopped and Lloyd looked back at the crowd.  What d’ya say, guys.  Should I have mercy on the big guy?”

“Fuck him,” came the rousing chorus.  “Pound his ass” ... “finish him off.”

Lloyd stood up, grabbed Jason’s head and kissed him again, then pulled back and growled, “You’re a broken man, captain.  You wanna be my fuck slave?  You want your men to watch the arrogant, macho fireman become my slave?”

“Yes, sir. I wanna be your slave, sir.  Please, sir, I want you to shove your dick in my ass.”

As the broken jock sagged in the ropes, naked and exhausted, Lloyd went behind him and pulled his iron-hard dick from his jeans.  He lubed it with saliva, then eased it into his prisoner’s ass. Jason didn’t scream – he sighed as he felt his captor’s cock slide deep inside him.

Grady said, “Look at that, guys – what a fucking fantasy. The muscle-jock fireman is a broken man, fucked and humiliated on public display.  Mario, will you do that to me?”

“If he won’t, I will, dude,” Randy grinned.  “’ll tie up you and Jason together and fuck you in turn.”

Lloyd himself was reaching his climax and knew that Jason wanted to bust his load as the final act before the awestruck audience.  Lloyd shouted, “Hey guys.  The captain here is begging to shoot his load, but I need a little help here.  What about his own boy Ben?  You up for that, kid?”

Ben ran eagerly forward and said quietly.  “You were spectacular, sir.  I’ve never wanted you more than I do now.”

Their faces were inches apart and Grady winked secretly at his boy.  “Tonight you’ll have me all to yourself, kiddo.  You can tie me up and fuck me if you want.  But right now you gotta make me cum.”

“Piece o’ cake, sir,” Ben grinned.  He fell to his knees and sucked his master’s cock all the way down his throat.  He used all the cock-sucking tricks Eddie had taught him, but they really weren’t necessary because Jason’s balls were bursting for release.   It took only seconds before Lloyd yelled, “This is it, captain. Your buddies are gonna see you cum while I load up your ass.”

Lloyd blasted jizz in the ass of his prisoner, who howled like an animal as his own pent-up load that had been begging for release finally erupted.  Ben pulled back, wrapped his hand round Jason’s cock and opened his mouth. Semen spurted into it and over the dark young gypsy face.

The spectators leapt to their feet and cheered lustily, having witnessed one of the most pornographic fantasies ever – a young muscular fireman taken captive, tied up, stripped naked and body-worshipped.  Writhing in bondage, cock-and-ball torture had him begging for mercy and, in a final humiliating submission, pleading to be fucked in the ass.

Eddie’s final shot was of the muscle-jock’s naked body hanging limp and exhausted from the tree with cum running down his legs.

<><>    The Beat Goes On    <><>

Lloyd quickly untied Jason and they hugged.  “Man, you were spectacular,” Lloyd grinned.  “Not a dry dick in the house.”

Uncle Mike came up and shook their hands.  “Guys, if you ever take that act on the road and wind up in Palm Springs we can sell tickets.  We’d make a fortune.”

“I’ve got it all here, sir,” Eddie said, waving his camera.  I think I’ll sell tickets to the opening of this movie.   

Amid all the whoops and congratulations, Zack shouted, “See?  What did I tell you guys?  Who needs to rent a damn stripper when we’ve got the best of the best right here?”

Mario and Grady were ecstatic that the ‘floor show’ the men had asked for had been such a success, making this party one to be remembered. 

Mario called for silence and announced, “OK, guys, dinner in an hour.  In the meantime please check with Brian who has the guestroom assignments for tonight.  Not that they are written in stone, they are merely suggestions.  Knowing this free-spirited crowd, the room-to-room action will make the Grady House look like a French farce.

Grady smiled at Mario.  “We’ll see who ends up with who, eh amico?  Sure looks like young Ben is gonna create his own fantasy with the naked fireman.  I also noticed Seth giving one of his lusty looks at his kid Will.  And what’s the betting that Randy muscles his way in somewhere along the line?”

“Never a dull moment, amore,” Mario laughed.  “And the beat goes on.”

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TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength – Book 11: Chapter 45