Trial Of Strength (Book 13)

"FOUR ALPHA MEN - FOUR CLASHING EGOS"

Tension mounts. Four dominant alpha topmen in a truck, driving down the coast for a business meeting and overnight stay – gypsy boss Randy, his handsome lover Bob, the blond cop Mark and black muscle-hunk Zack. Randy is possessive of his lover and insists that Bob is off limits. The sexual tension finally erupts in an orgy of tangle limbs and flexed muscles. One of them is going down.

<><>    Four Men In A Truck    <><>

Four dominant alpha males together in a truck – driving to an out-of-town meeting with an overnight stay.  It was a rare occurrence, with the potential for clashing egos – starting with the question of who was to be in the driver’s seat – in more ways than one.

But it was all in a good cause – making Doctor Chad’s dream come true of establishing a new pediatric wing of his hospital. The four men, Bob, Randy, Zack and Mark, in their various capacities were going down the coast for a tour of the San Diego Children’s hospital.

It had quite a backstory, which began with an accident.  Brian, the beloved boy of movie star Grady had fallen badly from his wheelchair, leaving him in a coma.  Doc Chad had nursed him back to health, to the eternal gratitude of Grady.  Enriched by money pouring in from his new movie, Grady offered to make a major endowment that would fund the new pediatric enterprise – named The Brian House.

It was to be built by the tribe’s construction company headed up by the macho gypsy, boss Randy.  His handsome lover Bob would oversee the complex financial side; the dominant black construction worker Zack would be the co-manager; and the cop Mark would be in charge of security.

Bob, the much-loved co-founder of the tribe was a respected lawyer and financier, the most level-headed of the quartet.  Yesterday he had confided in his young office manager Brandon.  “Now I have to meet with Randy, Zack and Mark to plan tomorrow’s trip.  Not sure whether I’m looking forward to it or not – four macho dominant guys with egos to match.”

Brandon had responded, “You’ll have a blast, sir.  About time you four spent time together, you rarely do.  The hospital cause is great, and there’ll surely be some time to relax together.”

The question of leadership had come up soon after that when the four men met and Randy said, “I’ve spoken to the construction manager at the hospital who’s eager to help us help Chad in his project.  We’re meeting with him at noon and he’s asked their security chief to join us.  I suggest we all go in my truck, leaving here at about nine-thirty.  Any objections?”

Bob watched anxiously.  He knew Zack and Mark sometimes resented when Randy took charge like this.  So he was relieved to see the two men nod in silent agreement.

Bob added, “It’s likely to be a very long day so I’ve booked us in to a two-bedroom suite at the Hilton on the beach.  After all those meetings we’ll need to kick back and relax together. 

“I, er, just wanna say, guys, that this is such a great cause of Chad’s, and I for one am proud to be a part of it.  So let’s keep our eye on the ball – the Brian House – and keep our own egos in check.  We are all opinionated dominant men, but we should be able to combine work with play and have a good time together, eh guys?”

So now here they all were in Randy’s truck ... and he would be in the driver’s seat, at least for the two-hour trip south.  Even something as simple as the seating arrangement made Bob apprehensive.  He sat next to Randy, as always, while Zack and Mark sat behind them in the back seat.  Bob knew that the macho cop Mark, and rugged construction boss Zack, never took a back seat to anyone, so he feared that even this minor detail might cause resentment.

Bob tried to rid his mind of such irrational anxieties.  After all, they were four grown men, confident and secure in themselves and their job skills.  It was absurd to think that such trivial things could interfere with the important mission they were on ... wasn’t it?

So he relaxed and stifled his silly paranoia.   He was relieved that the conversation in the truck centered on the aims of the trip and what they hoped to achieve.

Mark said, “I’ve had to deal with security issues at many hospitals as they have such rigid privacy rules, so I’m eager to find out from the security chief down there what extra restrictions there are in a kid’s hospital.”

“Same with the construction details, said Zack.  “Like, doors have to be wider than usual, handrails and ramps everywhere, that kinda stuff.

“Ah, we’ll handle it.” Randy said, his confidence tinged with a touch of arrogance.  We’ve been dealing with government contracts a long time and god knows those bureaucrats have rules up the ass.”

Randy drove fast, as usual, breaking all the speed limits, until Zack said, “Dude, where’s the fire?  We’re in plenty of time ... slow down for god sake.”

“Ah, quit worrying, dude.  This truck is built for speed.  If we get pulled over by the cops we got our own cop right here, he’ll take care of it.”

“Randy,” Mark protested, “I’m not your get-out-of-jail-free card.  I enforce the law same as the highway cops do.”

Bob turned his head and flashed a smile at them both, hoping that that alone would avert a minor rebellion.  It did.  The subject was dropped ... and Randy didn’t slow down.

<><>    Marking Territory    <><>

The rest of the trip was uneventful and as they approached San Diego it was clear that Randy’s excessive speed had got them there early.  Bob said, “Guys, we’ve got loads of time before our noon meeting, so I suggest we go to the hotel first, check in and stow our gear.  It’s only fifteen minutes from there to Children’s Hospital.  I requested early check-in and they assured me the suite would be ready.”

They all agreed, Randy swung off the San Diego Freeway and drove straight to the hotel.  When they arrived, Randy’s truck, as always, caused quite a stir as the valet parkers swarmed round it, and especially when the burly gypsy got out, wearing jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt. 

The interest intensified as Bob got out next, smartly dressed in slacks and dress shirt, then Zack and Mark – Mark in blue jeans and polo shirt, Zack in his usual black jeans and dark blue shirt open halfway down.

There were admiring glances (and no doubt several hard dicks) as the stunning quartet walked through the lobby to the reception desk.  The clerk couldn’t take his eyes off Bob as he signed them all in.  The valet took them up to their suite, Bob tipped him and the valet left, reluctantly.

“You see that?” Randy laughed.  “The way the guy at the desk stared at Bob?  Probably never seen such a gorgeous hunk.”

Ignoring Randy’s remark, Bob said, “Nice suite, don’t ya think?  Terraces, ocean view. They told me the bedrooms are identical, so ...”

“So we’ll take this one,” Randy said, grabbing Bob’s arm and propelling him through one of the bedroom doors.  Mark grinned, with a resigned shrug.  “Guess we’re in this one, Zack.”

“No doubt about that, buddy.  The master has spoken.”  They went to their ‘assigned’ room to freshen up.

Freshening up was not what was happening in the other room.  Randy pulled Bob roughly into a tight hug and kissed him voraciously.  When Randy pulled away, Bob gasped, “What was all that about?  Marking your territory like a dog pissing against a tree?”

“Just establishing some boundaries.  You never know about some guys.”

“We know about Mark and Zack, Randy.  If you’re worried they might have their sights on me, that’s not what this trip is all about.”

“Maybe so, but that hungry look in the clerk’s eye made me realize all over again how fucking hot you are.”  He unbuttoned Bob’s shirt, jerked it up out of his pants and pulled it off.  “Fuck ...” he groaned, stroking Bob’s chest.  He shoved him and he fell back on the bed. 

He knew what Randy was doing – demonstrating to all of them, and even to himself, that Bob was his territory and no one else’s.  But any resentment Bob might have felt about that was outweighed by the roguish caveman look in those penetrating blue eyes. So he made no move to object as Randy leaned down, yanked open Bob’s pants and pulled them down to his thighs.

Randy took off his own T-shirt, pulled his stiff cock out of his jeans and spat on it.  In one fluid movement he knelt on the bed, pushed Bob’s legs back and drove his cock in his ass. 

Bob pressed his palms on Randy’s solid pecs as he fucked him, a captive of those hypnotic eyes.  He didn’t care if Randy was staking territory, proving ownership, warning other guys off, or anything else.  All he knew was he loved it when Randy got this lusty look on his dark gypsy face and pounded his ass.  He owned his ass?  Yeah, whatever.  Right now Randy could do anything to him – and they both knew it.

It was not a long love-making fuck.  It was a get-my-rocks-off-in-your-ass fuck to prove a point.  He bent down and kissed Bob’s hungry mouth, and Bob could tell Randy was close, so he grabbed his own cock and stroked it.  “Fuck me, Randy, it feels so good.  You’re gonna make me cum ... shoot inside me, man ... fuck, I’m gonna cum, I love you, Randy ... yeaaah!”

Their howls of passion were audible in the sitting room where Zack and Mark were drinking juice from the mini-bar.  Zack grinned, “You OK, Mark?”

Mark shrugged.  “Yeah, sure.  Nothing new – he’s just saying hands-off, he’s mine.”

“He’s that insecure?”

“About Bob?  Always, Zack.  One of his few weaknesses.  I’m used to it.”

The door opened and Randy came in, still shirtless, shoving his cock back in his jeans and zipping them up.  He looked like the cat who licked the cream, which wasn’t far off.  The men said nothing. 

“That mini-bar got beer in it?” Randy grinned.  “He strode over to it, pulled out a beer, unscrewed the cap and took a long drink.  Zack and Mark would not have been surprised if he had poured it over his own head, like a triumphant football player.

Zack frowned.  “What the fuck are you doing, man?”

“What d’ya mean?  I’ve been fucking my man.  I always get horny driving my truck.”

“Randy, I’m your buddy, don’t bullshit me.  After all these years I know you too well.  You weren’t just getting your rocks off in there.  It was some kind of warning to Mark and me to keep our hands off Bob, he’s your property.”

“Why in god’s name would I do that?”

Mark answered that one.  “Because the one thing that makes you insecure is your fear of losing Bob.  If you could keep him captive in your cave and roll a rock over the entrance, you would.” 

Mark sighed.  “Dude, I don’t get it.  I love you, man, and I know you love me.  And we both love Bob, we established that years ago.  When Bob wants me to make love to him, I do, and if you wanna join in, so much the better.  And even if Zack wants to fool around with Bob, so what?  They’re two horny buddies who respect and admire each other.  That don’t mean Bob’s gonna run away from you and live with Zack or me.”

“Mark’s right, buddy,” Zack said.  “What I don’t get is that you have so little trust in a guy who has loved you for years.  He’s unfailingly loyal to you, and the only thing that could make him leave you is if you push him away.  And your irrational jealousy could do just that.”

“Oh yeah?” Randy snarled.  “You should a’ seen him in there, eyes rolling back in his head, begging me to keep fucking him.  His ass is mine and always will be.  What the fuck is this, anyway, the Spanish fucking Inquisition?  Some kind of conspiracy?”

“No, it’s a group of old friends on a goodwill mission.”  Bob had just come in, smartly dressed in his tan slacks and blue blazer over a white open neck shirt.  “We’re trying to do something important for our buddy Chad’s dream of a children’s hospital. 

“But maybe I should call Chad and tell him that there was no meeting here, and the deal’s off.  There’s no way we could work together for months if we can’t survive half an hour in a hotel room without bickering like schoolkids.”

They all looked at Randy – the ball was in his court.  “OK, OK, so I overreacted.  But it was a great fuck.”

Bob smiled, “And that’s about as close to an apology as we’re gonna get, guys.  Now it’s time for our meeting at the hospital.  Randy, I brought this shirt for you.  I think basic civility requires that we don’t show up shirtless.”

Pouting a little, Randy pulled on the short-sleeved brown suede shirt and buttoned it up halfway.  This time the glimpse of his muscled pecs was not a display of manhood, it’s just the way Randy was.  Some things never change.

<><>    Back To Business    <><>

Bob had called ahead and when they arrived at the sprawling hospital the Facilities Manager was there to meet them.  “Hi guys, the name’s Buck.  And here comes Paul, our security chief.”

Randy instinctively took charge and did the introductions.  “Hey, Buck.  I’m Randy, the head of our construction company along with my buddy Zack, here.”  They all shook hands. “And this is Bob without whom none of this would happen, ‘cos he’s the moneyman.  He’s our financier, in charge of Grady’s generous bequest that’s funding Chad’s dream.  So he’ll be wanting as many figures as he can get. 

“And last, but by no means least, this handsome hunk is Mark, who does all our security.”    

Mark shook hands with Paul who grinned “Real good to know you, Mark.  I’m sure security at construction sites keeps you busy, but have you any prior experience with hospitals?”

“Not formally, but as a cop I’ve investigated breaches of security at hospitals in L.A. so I’m familiar with the major issues.  But Doc Chad tells us that hospitals for kids are a special challenge.”

“Tell me about it, dude,” Paul chuckled.  “I myself was thrown initially by how many pediatric organizations there are with their own rules.  They do spot visits all the time and always manage to come up with details we’re getting wrong.  As we go round the building with these guys I’ll point out all the security features, including some of the things we got wrong.

“OK, guys,” Buck said, “you ready for the grand tour?  There’s a lot to see.”

As they got down to business, all the petty squabbling at the hotel was forgotten.  Whatever else these guys were, they were professionals, skilled at their jobs.  That soon became clear to Buck and Paul by the detailed questions they asked.  Their egos were kept in check by the intricacies and importance of this visit that required all their professional expertise.

Most important to Bob, they worked perfectly as a team, deferring to each other on some points, disagreeing on others, in a combined effort to get to the root of the challenges that lay ahead.

This was not to say that Randy took a back seat, far from it.  But now his assertiveness and ego were founded in his profound knowledge of construction issues, not a lame attempt to play the boss for petty personal reasons, as he had at the hotel. 

Buck was impressed and taken aback by his innate ability in cost estimates.  For example, when Bock pointed out a special feature that would be expensive, Randy said, “Hmm, about thirty ... thirty-two thousand bucks?”

“Damn, how’d you work that out so fast, Randy?  You’re right there in the ballpark.”

Zack laughed, “An uncanny instinct he has, Buck.  Randy can look at a project and cost it out in his mind in a couple of minutes, and nine out of ten times he’s spot on.”

“Only nine times, dude?” Randy grinned.  “I think your math’s a little off, buddy.”  This time that flash of arrogance was charming instead of offensive.

Buck said, “Bob I hope you’re taking notes. You wanted figures – all you have to do is listen to your buddy, let him take the lead.”

“I’ve already learned to do that, Buck,” and the overtones to that simple statement were not lost on Zack and Mark – or on Randy himself, judging by his grin.

At one point they were joined by the hospital’s chief financial officer, Simon, and Bob was soon deep in conversation with him.  “When you’re through with the tour, Bob, you should join me in my office and I’ll go over some of the figures we worked up for a new wing we added recently.”

“Love to, Simon, thanks.  It’ll give me a perspective on what we can expect on our project for Chad.”  Simon was a tall, dark, well-built guy and Bob noticed a flicker of concern darken Randy’s face.

The tour was long and intense, and eventually Buck said.  “I hope that’s all been useful for you guys.  Now I would suggest that we divide up for a while so Bob can meet with Simon in his office, Mark can get together with Paul, and I’ll take Randy and Zack over to our warehouse to show you some of the materials and equipment we found useful in our construction.  And after that I’ve ordered up a late lunch to be served in our boardroom.  An objections?”

Mark and Zack held their breath, knowing that Randy would be uneasy about Bob going off to the hunky Simon’s office.  But they exhaled with relief when Randy said, “Sounds like a plan, Buck.  Let’s do it.”

<><>    Bob & Simon    <><>

Those individual meetings were some of the most useful features of the day.  Afterwards, when at last they gathered in the conference room for a late lunch, Bob and Simon were conspicuously absent and Randy’s face clouded over.  “Where’s Bob?”

Buck said.  “Still huddling with Simon apparently.  They’re probably digging deep into those figures that I never fully understand.”

“Me neither,” Zack said.  “I leave all that to Bob and his business staff.” 

“Provided figures are all they’re deep into,” Randy growled, reacting to Buck’s unfortunate use of the word ‘huddle’.

Mark and Zack held their breath again, but fortunately Buck didn’t ask what he meant by that remark.  He just let it slide by. 

In fact, Bob and Simon were immersed in figures, as the accounts for a project as complex as building a new wing ran to many pages.  It was a foreign language to most people but a language that united financiers like Bob and Simon.  Bob asked many questions, and even made innovative suggestions. 

“Dammit,” Simon smiled, “I never thought of that sneaky tax break, Bob.  Could have saved us big bucks.  Do me a favor and don’t show me up in front of Buck and Paul.  They might take my job away and give it to you.”

Bob roared with laughter.  “I’ve got too much on my plate as it is, Simon.  But don’t worry, my lips are sealed.  However, I would like to pick your brains in the future when our project gets going, if that’s OK?”

“Look forward to it, Bob, and the same goes for me.  There’s obviously stuff you can show me.  I’m often up in L.A. so maybe I can drop in some time.”

“Sure, that would be great, dude, anytime.  There aren’t many people I can talk to about financing – their eyes glaze over.  And I’d like you to meet my business manager Brandon.  He’s only a young guy but he learns fast and he’s sharp as a tack.  But hey, look at the time. We got so lost in your books that it ran away from us.  Better join the guys for lunch.”

When they walked into the boardroom together Randy stiffened as Simon had his arm draped loosely over Bob’s shoulder.  They had obviously struck up a close friendship, which rang all sorts of alarm bells in Randy.

When Bob and Simon sat side by side at the table, Randy changed seats and sat directly opposite them.  His gaze gleamed like a laser across the table, and Zack and Mark smiled furtively at each other and rolled their eyes.

Fortunately, these subtleties went unnoticed by their hosts, and conversation continued on the same businesslike topics as before, as the two teams reinforced their mutual respect and admiration.   When at last they departed in late afternoon, the firm handshakes and man hugs were genuine, as were the promises to stay in touch.  “Say hi to Chad for us,” Buck said.  “He’s got a terrific team, you’re sure to make his dream come true.”

In the truck on the way back to the hotel Zack said, “Well I’d say that went like a charm, it was way useful.  I sure learned a lot and those guys were great, don’t you think. Randy?”

Randy didn’t reply directly to Zack – he focused instead on Bob next to him.  “So, you were in that guy Simon’s office for a helluva long time.  What were you talking about?”

“Financial talk, of course.”

“Like what specifically?”

“Specifically?  Well, cost-cutting, tax complexities, the ratio of expenses to ...”

“OK, OK, I don’t want specifics.  Just that you sure looked buddy-buddy when you came into that room?”

“Well, it’s not often you meet a guy who talks exactly the same language as you.  We have similar brains.”

“As opposed to ...?”

“As opposed to nothing.  We struck up a real friendship and we’ll probably talk again.  He said I can call anytime and pick his brain, and when he comes up to town we’ll probably get together.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

Bob turned and stared at him.  “What do you think happened, Randy?  OK, I confess.  I sucked his dick, then he threw me across his deck and fucked my ass till it was sore.  He’s a wild fuck.  Is that what you want to hear, Randy?  Is that what you think happened?”

“Nah, guess not,” Randy muttered.  Bob looked in the rear-view mirror at Mark who grinned and gave him two thumbs up.

<><>    Out Of His Comfort Zone    <><>

It was early evening when they got back to their hotel suite, and Zack stretched his arms and cricked his neck.  “Don’t know about you guys, but after all that talk I need some fresh air.  How about a run on the beach before dinner?”

Bob said, “Sounds perfect, Zack.  I get some of my best ideas when I’m jogging and my mind relaxes. Mark?  Randy?”

“Just what I need,” Mark grinned and Randy agreed.  So they changed into boardshorts and sneakers and made their way down to the door that led past the pool out the hotel’s private access gate to the beach.

Randy led the way (what else?) and turned up the long expanse of beach.  Zack kept up with him, and Bob and Mark followed at a short distance behind.  It was no surprise that this pattern did not last long.  Randy slowed down and let Bob catch up.  “Hey, buddy, what’s with the snail’s pace?  This is supposed to be a run on the beach ... so let’s run.”

Randy took off and Bob kept up with him, running shoulder to shoulder and leaving the other two behind.  Zack grinned, “Wanna catch up, Mark?”

“I don’t think we’re supposed to, Zack, it would defeat the object.  If we caught up, Randy would run faster with Bob, and it could end up as a ridiculous race to nowhere.”

“I don’t get it, Mark.  What the hell’s going on – specifically what’s got into Randy?  He’s been acting weird around Bob ever since we left L.A.  Do you have a clue, ‘cos I sure as hell don’t?”

“Yeah, Zack I think I do. I’ve seen it before.  You know that Bob, Randy and I have this long, tortured history that wound up as a threesome when we finally realized we were all in love with each other.  But it’s a strange kind of threesome, because Randy’s obsession with Bob is always there, it affects everything.  

“We have some great three-way sex at home including spit roasts where Randy’s always the top-man butt-fucker.  But a lot of the time I have to do this weird tap-dance thing to avoid treading on Randy’s toes and enflaming his paranoia about Bob.”

“Is that what I’m supposed to be doing now?” Zack grinned.  “'Cos I tell you, buddy, as a roughneck construction worker, my tapdancing skills are kinda rusty.”

Mark laughed as they jogged amiably together.  “Zack, we are four buddies on a trip with a serious mission.  It includes fact finding and talks with guys who been there before us.  Tapdancing definitely ain’t on the agenda. 

“OK, Zack, so I’ll try to explain.  It’s no secret to anyone that Randy’s passion for Bob runs so deep it is tinged with paranoia that he might one day lose Bob to another guy.  There’s a thin line, Zack, between passion and obsession, they’re almost synonymous.  Randy feels especially threatened by men like Simon at Children’s Hospital.  They spent a long time together but I can guarantee it was all about work.  They’re both financiers, they speak the same language. 

“You recall when Bob said they have similar brains and Randy’s response was, ‘As opposed to what’?  I’ll tell you what, Zack ... as opposed to the brain of a savage Texas gypsy construction worker.  He can’t hope to compete intellectually with Bob, nor does Bob expect that.  He fell deeply in love with Randy, an example of opposites attract.  Bob even loves his brain, his wild passionate nature where he can be beating a man to a pulp one minute, then next minute tenderly nurturing one of the boys.” 

“Yeah, I get that, Mark.  It’s why we all love the guy, I guess – he’s got this magnetic attraction. But here’s what I don’t understand, Mark.  We don’t see this level of insecurity in him when we’re at home or at work, not like he is here.”

“Ah, because that’s his comfort zone.  At the compound when he strides in everyone looks up to him as the boss.  And at work too.  I know you can go toe-to-toe with him, Zack, and that’s why he loves you and treats you as an equal.  To the crew he is the unquestioned boss ‘cos they know he treats them fairly.  And his knowledge about construction is uncanny.  In our tour, you saw how he amazed Buck with his natural ability to cost out a project to the nearest buck.

“In the tribe he’s totally secure. Even if Bob does have sex with another guy, it’s all in the family.  Randy knows no one would ever dare to try and take Bob away from him.  Unthinkable.”

“And outside his comfort zone, Mark?”

“Ah yeah, that’s different.  You put your finger on it, Zack, when you said he’s been acting up ever since we left L.A., meaning he left his comfort zone, and his old pal paranoia kicked in. Sure it’s irrational, ‘cos we are family from way back.  But Randy doesn’t think these things out, he goes by gut instinct. 

“We’re in a new place, meeting new people.  And in a sense it’s a mini-vacation and vacations usually involve sex of some kind, especially with horny studs like us.  That’s why he keeps an eagle eye on us, and even races away from us on a simple run on the beach.”

“Taking Bob out of harm’s way, eh?” Zack grinned.  “But you know, I can go along with all this, ‘cos I really do love the guy.  But the thing I can’t get over is the arrogance, his attitude of ‘I’m the boss, and don’t you forget it’.”

“I know what you mean, Zack.  Rubs me the wrong way too.  I’m a fucking cop – anyone mouths off to me he’s in trouble.”

“Yeah,” Zack grinned.  “There comes a time when alpha guys like us don’t lie down in front of the steamroller anymore.  We stand up, flex our muscles, and confront arrogance head on.”

Mark laughed, “Yeah, head on or any other body part.  I like your attitude, stud.  Our moment will come, sooner or later.  Come on buddy, time we caught up with them.”

Mark and Zack raced ahead together.

<><>    Room Service – Plus    <><>

The run on the beach helped to relax them all and when they got back to the hotel suite most of the former tension had disappeared.  The guys were in good spirits as they showered in their respective bathrooms. (Randy and Bob showered together as always.)

“I’m fucking starving” was Randy’s inevitable comment as he dried off. They decided they did not want to get dressed to have dinner in the dining room, opting for room service instead.  After their shower they were barefoot in boardshorts as they phoned in their order.

They whiled away the time on the room’s terrace, drinking cocktails from the minibar. They kept the conversation light, mostly talking about Grady and his love for his boy Brian. That, after all, is what they were doing here, a first step in the major task of honoring Grady’s endowment to Chad’s hospital and the planned pediatric wing, already named The Brian House.

But even now there were minor hints of Randy’s concerns about Bob – the frequent kisses, the protective arm round his shoulder, which could also be taken as a subtle hands-off-my-man gesture.

Room service arrived and they came in off the terrace.  A cute young room-service waiter wheeled in the cart, and faltered when he saw the four stunning musclehunks, bare chested and barefoot in boardshorts. 

He blushed and stammered, “Er, sirs ... sirs, would you ... where would you ...?”

Bob stepped forward with that warm handsome smile that could charm the birds from the trees.  “Thank you for coming so quickly, Angelo (from his name tag). Why don’t you set it up in font of the French windows there.” 

Angelo was slim, with sexy, dark Italian features, and wearing the standard waiter uniform of black pants and a buttoned black waistcoat over a white shirt.  They all watched his graceful movements, especially when he bent over and pulled up the cart’s flaps that made it into a table.  His butt strained against his tight black pants and Zack licked his lips behind his back.

Bob signed the check, adding a generous tip, and Angelo blushed again. “Thank you very much sir.”  Making small adjustment to the table he added, “There, I think that’s everything you need, sirs – including three bottles of wine and Scotch for you, sir,” smiling at Randy.  “If you require anything else, don’t hesitate to call.  When you’ve finished and need me to clear way, I’ll come again, sirs.”

As the door closed behind him Zack grinned, “... and again and again, kiddo. He’s a sexy kid, he can suck my dick any day of the week.”

“He sure took a shine to you, Bob,” Mark said.  “He went weak at the knees.”

Bob chuckled, “Probably because I was the one signing the check, and adding a nice fat tip.  We’ll see if he has the same attitude when he comes back later. 

Mark and Zack watched nervously for Randy’s reaction, but his look was one of satisfaction, almost pride, seeing the effect his man had on the waiter.  And, after all, there was no way the kid could be any threat to Randy.

Angelo was forgotten as Randy poured the wine and they dug into the food.  Randy opened the Scotch he had ordered and dank copiously.  Again Mark and Zack exchanged anxious looks.  So far Randy had managed to mute his negative behavior, especially when immersed in the business side of the trip.  But that was before the Scotch.  They had seen many times the effect alcohol had on Randy – less impulse control, increasingly brash – so they crossed their fingers.

The meal was festive enough, all of them loosening up after the intensity of their earlier business meetings, and before having to crank it all up again for Chad back home.  They laughed, joked and exchanged playful insults, as intimate buddies do.

By the end of the meal they were feeling no pain and smiled when Randy picked up the phone and asked for room service.  “Hey, guys, we’re finished with dinner.  Can you get the waiter to come and clear it away – Angelo is the name as I recall?”

Randy grinned as he hung up the phone.  “’He’ll be right up’ ... you bet he will.  It’s obvious what he really wants, so we’ll give him a choice, eh?”

They were all in a jovial laidback mood, and the boy had clearly wanted more than dirty dishes, so they joined in the fun. Nobody would get hurt.

When Angelo reappeared they had pushed the table away and were sitting facing him.  Even though he was looking at four handsome, shirtless men, he seemed a tad less shy this time – a good thing too as Randy was his usual outspoken self.

He flashed his seductive blue eyes.  “How’s it goin’ kid?”

“Very well, thank you, sir.  My shift is almost over, then the night waiter takes over.  Er, is there anything else I can do for you gentlemen?  Anything at all?”

“Anything at all, eh?  Does that include sucking cock?”

Angelo flushed deep red, too stunned to reply. The other three men were stunned too by the Scotch-induced crudeness of the question.  But that was Randy.  Confident as ever of his sexual attraction he cut straight to the chase, no gradual warmup.  Randy didn’t do subtlety.

Finally Angelo found his voice and stammered, “Er, excuse me, sir?”

Again those laser-blue eyes and dazzling smile.  “Come on, kiddo, I’m not wrong am I?  You do suck cock, don’t you?”

“Er, well, yes, sir, sometimes.  It depends on the man ... and the ...”

“And the size of his dick?  You like them long and thick like this?”  Randy man-spread his legs suggestively and stroked the long bulge running down his thigh under his shorts.

Angelo gulped.  “It’s very ... impressive, sir,” tongue-tied again

Zack intervened to ease the boy’s evident discomfort.  “My friend was just making a suggestion, Angelo.  “You certainly don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.  It was just a suggestion.”

“But, er, I do want to, sir.  At least, I would like to try.  You are all so ... amazing.”

Zack smiled. “OK, Angelo, so give it a try.  You’ve got a choice.  You got the big sexy gypsy with the huge schlong ... the handsome dark muscle stud next to him who paid the bill ... the blond Greek-god next to him ... and finally yours truly, the black construction boss with the shaved head.  I guarantee, we all have big rock-hard cocks, it’s your choice.  Or you can choose none of the above and just wheel away your cart.”

“No, I do want it, sir ... very much, sir.”  He looked from one to the other, made his choice, walked forward and stood in front of one of them.

<><>    Angelo’s Choice Of Man    <><>

Randy’s eyes flashed, as Angelo stood in front of Bob.  The boy bent down and kissed his lips, shyly at first, until Bob reached up, slid his hand gently behind the boy’s head and pulled him into a long tender kiss. When at last they separated Angelo gasped.  “Oh...oh.  Thank you, sir.”

He sank to his knees, deftly unlaced Bob’s shorts and pulled out his erect cock.   He licked the head lightly, then buried his face in the wiry back mass of pubic hair.  From there he ran his tongue slowly up the length of his shaft, and Bob inhaled sharply as he felt the warm tongue lick round the sensitive corona of the head.  Angelo pressed the tip of his tongue in the hole at the tip of his cock, tasted the precum oozing from it and slowly pulled back a long gossamer thread.

As the other men watched the Italian boy make love to Bob’s cock, Mark and Zack were smiling.  Randy was not smiling.

At last Angelo lowered his mouth over Bob’s cock and sucked it all the way down his throat, proving that he was, in fact, no novice when it came to blowjobs.  He pulled back, lips tightly pursed, before plunging down again and gulping it down whole.  Bob sighed with pleasure as he looked down at the curly black hair moving up and down over his cock.

“That feels so good, Angelo, you’re a very sexy boy.”  It was so good that it reminded Bob of the expert way Eddie sucked cock.   So good that it brought Bob to the cusp of orgasm, that he held back each time as he was having such a good time.   But there came a point where he could delay it no longer.

“Angelo, you’re going to make me cum.  Is it OK if I cum in your mouth?”

Angelo pulled off Bob’s cock just long enough to say, “Yes please, sir, I would love to drink your semen.”

So that’s what he did.  Bob’s breathing got heavy, he wrapped his hand round the back of the boy’s head and repeatedly pulled his face hard down on his cock.  Angelo’s face was buried in Bob’s pubic hair as his cock erupted in the back of this throat and he gulped it down without spilling a drop.

When at last Bob’s cock had drained, Angelo pulled his head back and the sparkle in his smiling dark eyes was worth everything.  “Wonderful,” Bob sighed. He pulled Angelo’s face close, into a long, loving kiss, both enjoying the musky taste of Bob’s juice.

Finally Angelo stood up and smiled down at Bob who was still seated.  “Sir,” he asked, stroking the bulge in his pants.  Would it be alright if I ...”

“Of course you must cum, Angelo, even on my face if that turns you on.”

“Thank you, sir.”  Angelo unzipped his black pants and pulled out his surprisingly long cock.  It took no time at all before he was panting hard, and said, “I’m going to cum, sir.  You are such a beautiful man ... aaahh.”

His warm juice spurted out endlessly and splashed all over Bob’s chiseled features.  Angelo laughed with joy and Bob joined in.  He stood up and Angelo licked his own cum from Bob’s face.  Then he picked up a napkin from the table and lovingly wiped his face clean.

Angelo backed away, stuffed his cock back in his pants and zipped them up.  “Sirs, I really must get back to the kitchen, they’ll be wondering if something happened to me.”

“Which it certainly did, kiddo,” Zack smiled, “and it was beautiful to watch.”

Bob went to a side table and pulled a card from his wallet.  “Angelo, take my card.  If ever you come up to L.A., give me a call.  It would be good to see you again, and there’s someone I want you to meet called Eddie.”

“Thank you, sir, I will.  And, er, I’ll be working the breakfast shift tomorrow morning, so I’ll watch for an order from this room and serve it myself.”  He looked at the other three men.  “Thank you too, gentlemen, it was an honor to serve you.  He smiled at Randy. “And I thank you especially, sir, for making that suggestion. One of the best suggestions I ever had.”

Angelo went to the food cart, folded the tablecloth over the remains of dinner and wheeled it quickly from the room.

<><>    A Tangled Heap Of Muscle    <><>

Despite Bob’s happy mood, Zack and Mark knew this was bad.  Randy, in his usual brash way, with his magnetic blue eyes and man-spread legs, rubbing his crotch, had tried to seduce the boy, confident he would fall at his feet – literally.

But, when given a choice, Angelo chose Bob, because of his kindness, charm and beauty.

Humiliated, Randy had sat there seething, watching the boy make love to his lover’s cock, even falling in love with Bob.  It had been a sensational face-fuck and when it ended Bob had more or less invited the kid to visit them in L.A. 

As if to rub salt in the wound, when Angelo had left he had the nerve to thank Randy for his “suggestion”.  Suggestion to suck his lover’s cock?  Not!  Mark and Zack knew there had to be retribution of some kind – and it came swiftly.

Randy jumped to his feet and faced Bob.  “So, buddy, the cute waiter sucked your cock.  But he didn’t fuck your ass.  That’s a man’s job ... a man like me.”  He grabbed Bob’s head and pulled him into a grinding kiss.  When he released him, his seductive blue eyes smiled.  “On the floor, buddy. I’m your man.”

Bob was less aware of the strong undercurrent of feeling that the other two saw.   He saw only his gypsy lover’s piercing gaze and his need to make love.  So Bob smiled and lay on his back on the floor.  Randy reached down and yanked his shorts off, then dropped his own.

The onlookers, Zack and Mark, had to admit that it was a homoerotic sight – two naked alpha men, one lying on the floor pulling his legs back, offering his ass – the swarthy gypsy pacing around him ready to strike.  He knelt down, smiled and reached forward.  “Hey, there’s a gob of the kid’s jizz still on your neck, dude.  Perfect for lubing my dick.

He scooped up the semen, stroked his cock, pressed it against Bob’s hole and grinned wickedly.  “The kid was just the warm-up act, dude.  You need a real man ... you need this.  He drove his cock in hard, as deep as the boy had fucked his mouth.  And the fuck was fiercer than ever – more punitive than loving.

That’s how Mark and Zack saw it and it made them mad.  One more impulsive way Randy was proving that Bob was exclusively his.  Never mind that the perceived enemy this time was a young waiter, a blushing boy who had wanted to suck cock ... at the invitation of Randy himself.  Angelo had simply chosen the wrong man ... in Randy’s opinion.”

As they stood over the two naked men, one butt-fucking the other, Zack looked at Mark.  “Dude, you said our moment would come sooner or later.  Is this the moment?”

“Sure looks like it to me, Zack.”  They both dropped their shorts – two more naked men to join the party.  “You first, buddy,” Mark grinned.

Randy was so focused on his man-fuck that he was unaware of what the other two men in the room were doing.  But he soon found out.  As Bob looked up at the self-satisfied smile on the gypsy’s face, that smile abruptly became howl of pain.  “Aaaagh ... what the fuck?”  Randy felt a rod drive into his ass and he looked back over his shoulder at the rugged ebony face of his buddy Zack kneeling behind him.  “What the fuck ...?  Get off me, I’m making love to my man.”

“Punishing his ass you mean, dude.  You’ve had this coming a long time.”

“Damn you, man.  Pull out.”

“Only when you pull out of Bob’s ass.”

“I don’t take orders from you, asshole.  I do what I like to my man.”

Zack knew that Randy would never obey an order to pull out of Bob’s ass just because a huge black club was hammering his.  But that didn’t stop Randy from hurling obscenities at him.

“Asshole son of a bitch.  You’ll pay for this.  When I get through dealing with this guy, I’ll start on you, and it won’t be pretty.  I’ll fire your ass, then tie you down and torture it.  I’m the boss, and you ... mmmm ...”  He was suddenly silenced by another cock gagging his mouth.  Instinctively he tried to pull his head back, but Mark grabbed his shaggy black hair and forced him to suck. 

Randy was getting spit-roasted at the same time he was reaming Bob.

Eddie should have been there with his camera.  It was a pornographic, tangled heap of muscle – four dominant naked hunks heaving together in an orgy of fucking and sucking.  Two dominant studs were now bottoms – Bob getting fucked by Randy who was getting his own ass reamed by Zack.  And the naked blond cop Mark was face-fucking the macho gypsy. 

The energy level was intense, each man straining and flexing as the action mounted ... until a strange thing started to happen.  Randy’s anger abated as he felt his ass and mouth being filled by men he loved – Zack and Mark.  His own attack on Bob’s ass, which had begun as a punitive act, now slowed to a loving caress of the butt he had always worshipped.

The atmosphere of tension and aggression in them all mellowed to an act of fraternal love.  They had become again what they always had been, despite the surface friction – a supportive fraternity of alpha males rooted in mutual respect and affection.

And Bob, as usual, was at the center of it.  Smothered as he was by one naked man over him and one at each end, he just knew that he was giving them all pleasure – and having a whale of a time himself. 

As Mark face-fucked Randy he was kneeling astride Bob’s face, his low hanging balls swinging over his mouth.  Bob poked out his tongue and licked them, then sucked them slowly into his mouth.  The musky taste of his balls roused Bob’s lust even more and he stroked his own cock.

Mark sighed deeply as he felt Bob’s warm mouth wrap round his nuts.  He looked across Randy at Zack.  “Dunno about you, stud. But I’m about to blow.”

“Same here, dude. We’ve made our point ... let’s fill the fucker up.”  They grinned at each other over Randy’s heaving back and pumped harder.  “Here it comes,” Zack yelled.  Fuck yeah... aaagh!”  He busted his load in the gypsy’s ass, watching Mark shoot in his mouth.”

It was a raucous chain reaction.  As Randy got slammed at both ends – Zack in his ass, Mark in his mouth – he was shoved so hard against Bob that he erupted deep inside him.  Bob felt Mark’s balls bulge in his mouth, he pumped his dick harder and splashed semen over his own writhing body, adding his own howls to the clamor of triumphant voices filing the room.

As their breath and heartbeats subsided, it took a while to disentangle their limbs. Zack pulled back from Randy’s ass, Randy out of Bob’s, Mark out of Randy’s mouth. The heaving muscle mass began to break apart, and in a few minutes the four naked men flopped exhausted on their backs, staring up at the ceiling.

“That was one fucking gangbang,” Randy panted.  “What just happened here, guys?”

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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 13: Chapter 47