Trial Of Strength (Book 13)
by Rob Williams
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"THE SEDUCTION OF ANGELO"
In the previous chapter
The tension was palpable in the truck as four dominant alpha men drove down the coast to San Diego for a business meeting and overnight stay. Gypsy boss Randy was driving, with his handsome lover Bob, the blond cop Mark, and black muscle-hunk Zack.
In such a lusty, opinionated group, sex was never far from their minds. Randy was possessive of his lover and insisted that Bob was off limits. His obsession was even more pronounced away from home, as Mark explained to Zack.
“It’s because he is out of 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 he’s a born leader and they know he treats them fairly.”
The tension mounted during the day, easing up only when they concentrated on the business of the trip. They had come here to visit the San Diego Children’s Hospital, researching the special circumstances in building a pediatric facility, a project they had undertaken for their friend Doctor Chad.
The visit was successful and they were due to spend the night in a beachfront hotel. And there inevitably, sex reared up, and so did four huge cocks. They eased the sexual tension when a cute young room service waiter, Angelo, brought their dinner to the room. Randy tried to seduce the boy and they gave him a choice of which of their cocks to suck. Angelo chose Bob, which did not sit well with the arrogantly cocksure gypsy.
So after Angelo left, Randy asserted his supremacy. “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. On the floor, buddy. I’m your man.”
Mark and Zack had had enough, and the sexual tension finally erupted in an orgy of tangled limbs and flexed muscles, as the two men spit-roasted Randy while he ploughed Bob’s ass.
Then a strange thing happened. 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.
In an explosive climax they all shot their loads in a raucous chain reaction, and a clamor of triumphant voices filled the room.
========= Book 13: Chapter 47 =========
<><> Four Naked Men – Buddies Again <><>
The four men lay in a heap for a while, until their breathing and heartbeats subsided.
It took a while to disentangle their limbs. But at last the heaving muscle mass began to break apart and 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?”
Zack fielded that one. “What happened is we came to our fucking senses. This whole trip so far has been dogged by an undercurrent of sexual tension, and I gotta say, Randy, it started with your obsession with Bob. All the time, you’ve been proving to Mark and me that Bob’s off limits, that he’s yours – look but don’t touch.”
Mark grinned. “So when you gave us the final warning by fucking Bob’s ass in front of us, we rose to the challenge by spit roasting you in a four-man gangbang that, if you ask me, was one for the fucking record books. Only thing missing was young Eddie with his camera to immortalize the scene for all the other guys to jerk off to.”
Bob sighed. “The crazy thing is that there never was a problem, not a real one. Our friendships are rock solid, they go back years – four grown men, confident and secure in ourselves and our job skills. In the early days, rivalries were inevitable, with four clashing egos, but we put all that to rest a long time ago, and here we are, a group of old friends on a goodwill mission. So what’s the problem?”
“The problem is me, buddy,” Randy said. “Everything you said is true, of course, but it’s when we’re away from home and work that my paranoia kicks into overdrive. OK, guys, I’ll admit, I was out of line. Some time ago I swore I would only go apeshit if anyone hurt Bob. That’s clearly not the case with you guys, I should know that, so here goes ... you don’t often hear me use the a-word but you’re gonna hear it now. I apologize.”
Bob kissed him on the cheek as the others applauded lightly. “OK, how about a nightcap before we hit the sack?”
With Scotch for Randy, brandy for the others, they drank a toast. It seemed a long time since they left home that morning, and the day had been packed with action, so they were all ready for bed – Randy and Bob in one bedroom of the suite, Mark and Zack in the other.
They slept in late next morning, then gathered drowsily together in the living room in just their undershorts. The familiar complaint came from Randy as he ran his hand through his long black disheveled hair – “I’m fucking starved.”
Bob laughed, “Seems every meal we eat is preceded by Randy telling us he’s ‘fucking starved’. Well, buddy, food is only a phone call away. It’s called room-service. Bit late for breakfast but I’m sure they’re still serving. What are we all having?”
Bob took their orders and called them in. “Not too late for breakfast for four, are we? Good, here goes.”
“Hey, guys,” Zack said, “you think we’ll get the same young waiter as yesterday? What was his name ... Angelo? He was so cute with that dark Italian look and long dark eyelashes.”
Mark grinned, “I seem to recall after he served dinner he said he would be working the breakfast shift this morning, and he would watch for an order from this room and serve it himself. Probably recalling the big fat tip you gave him, Bob.”
“Nah ...” Randy laughed his wicked, guttural laugh ... “The only fat tip that kid remembers is the tip of Bob’s cock that he licked, and then swallowed the whole shaft like an expert cocksucker. Remember that gleam in his eye afterwards, like a kid discovering Disneyland for the first time?”
“Oh, I don’t think that was his first blowjob,” Bob said. “Felt a bit like an Eddie blowjob, and we all know Eddie’s ‘first time’ was many years and many blowjobs ago.”
“OK,” Zack said, “so what do we make of the kid? Come on Bob, you’re the guy who can size people up pretty fast. What’s Angelo’s story? Novice or old hand?”
“Hmm.” Bob frowned in thought, “neither, I’d say. Definitely not an old hand, judging by all the nervous blushing he did. But not a novice either. When Randy asked him, he stammered that he had sometimes sucked cock. And he was quick to offer to bring us breakfast. I’d say he’s probably a rookie. He’s just given blowjobs to a few of his buddies – what boy hasn’t?”
“D’you think he’s been fucked?” Randy asked, cutting to the chase, as always.
“I’d say definitely not. But he’s curious and eager, that’s for sure. He’s probably never seen four guys like us. But whatever he says he wants, we have to go easy on him. I don’t want him doing something new just to please us.”
“That’s one of our golden rules, dude,” Randy said. “No boy gets hurt, and no boy ever has to do what he don’t want to do.”
“Anyway,” Zack said, “this is all probably moot. It’s so late he’s probably already off breakfast duty, and he won’t even see our order.”
“As for us,” Bob said, “I called Chad and told him we’d meet with him in the late afternoon to report on our visit to the hospital here. And after that I want to drop in on Grady and Mario and report to them. Grady’s paying for all this after all. So that means we’ve got the whole morning before we have to check out and go back to town. I suggest that, after the jam-packed day we had yesterday, we just kick back here and admire the view.
“The view outside the room or inside?”
“Whatever view we like best,” Bob laughed.
They took a quick shower, then pulled on their undershorts and gathered in the living room to wait for breakfast.
Randy was still in the bathroom brushing his teeth when the doorbell rang. “Ah,” Zack said, “breakfast.”
<><> Angelo Stays For Breakfast <><>
Zack opened the door and smiled. “Hi, Angelo. Good to see you again dude. Come on in.”
Stunned by the sight of the ebony skinned musclehunk in just undershorts, Angelo pulled himself together and pushed the food cart close to the French windows. Bob and Mark came up to him and he had the giddy experience of being surrounded by three handsome, near-naked men, sculpted like Greek statues.
Suddenly the bedroom door opened and he saw the rugged gypsy walk in, buck naked rubbing his tangled black hair with a towel, his long, thick cock swinging between his thighs. “Aaahh,” Angelo gasped, blushing deeply, and sat down heavily on a chair.
Still blinded by the towel over his face, Rand said, “Did I hear to doorbell ring?” He stopped drying his hair and flashing his dazzling blue-eyed smile at Angelo. “I guess I did, and here you are kiddo. Good to see you again. You said you’d bring us breakfast, but as we’re so late we thought you’d be off duty.”
Embarrassed, the waiter jumped to his feet and apologized. “Sorry, sirs, I shouldn’t have sat down like that. Actually, sir, I had just gone off duty but when I saw your room number, 308, flash up on the monitor. I hung around and asked if I could bring up your food – my last delivery before I go off duty until this afternoon.”
“Thanks for doing that, kiddo – service with a smile – and a whole lot else.”
“I, er, I did promise I would sir.” The boy’s words died in his throat as he faced the naked muscular gypsy with the massive cock, and his knees went weak again, his brown, long-lashed eyes blinking nervously.
Randy was not crudely flaunting his naked body. Clothed or naked, it was all the same to him. He didn’t think about it, it came naturally. But Bob saw that the boy was overwhelmed and picked up Randy’s shorts that he had flung on the couch when he went to shower. “Here, Randy,” he said tersely, holding the shorts in front of his crotch to avoid more embarrassment to the boy.
“Oh yeah,” Randy grinned, pulling on the shorts. “See kiddo, my lover Bob always makes me dress for dinner, or breakfast, whatever. Me, I’d be happy to spend the whole day in the buff. What d’ya think, kid?’
Angelo’s eyes focused on the shorts, the head of the long cock poking out of the bottom. Put on the spot to answer, he blushed again and stammered, “I ... er ... I think it’s very nice, sir.”
Randy threw his head back with his full-throated laugh. “Long time since anyone called me nice, kiddo. I don’t usually do nice, but I’ll make an exception for you.”
Bob had a sense were this was going and, wherever it was, he nipped it in the bud. “Randy, we don’t want breakfast to get cold.”
“Anyway, sir, I should be going as I’m off-duty now. If you need anything further, one of the other waiters will be happy to bring it.”
What do you do on your break, kid?” Randy asked. “You got a hot date, or something?”
“Oh no. sir. I usually spend it in my room.”
“Why not spend it here with us?”
“Oh, sir, the hotel forbids us to fraternize with the guests.”
Zack chimed in. “Well, Angelo, we won’t tell if you don’t tell.”
Randy laughed. “And if the staff come up to clear away the cart, you can always hide in my bedroom ... always.” He ruffled Angelo’s hair and the boys cock got harder than it already was.
Mark gave the boy his gentlest smiled. “Angelo, you do not have to do anything you don’t want to. We would like your company, but if you prefer to spend time in the comfort of your room, then of course you must.”
“But I would like to stay, sir ... it’s just that ... well, I’m real nervous and ...”
“That’s settled then,” Randy said. “Five chairs it is.”
Bob came up to the boy. “Angelo, nothing will happen to you that you don’t want to happen, you have my word on that. And, of course, you can leave anytime you want to.”
Bob was the most soothing of the men and Angelo smiled. “Thank you, sir. I really would like to stay, sir.”
“Good, so come and sit next to me. I’m afraid that we only ordered breakfast for four, but I can divvy it up between us all.”
“Oh, allow me to do that sir. I’m used to it, and there is an extra plate.” He bent over the table and skillfully moved small pieces of food from the four plates to make a plate for himself.
“That’s better,” Bob smiled. “And while we’re at it, another small adjustment.” He unbuttoned the boy’s uniform waistcoat and pulled it off. “Now that you’re off duty, you won’t be needing that. Better to make yourself comfortable.”
“Thank you, sir.”
<><> Angelo Talks <><>
Clad in just his black uniform pants and white shirt Angelo sat down next to Bob and smiled. But of course, he was still nervous, so all four men sought to put him at ease. As they ate Randy said, “So, Angelo, let me fill you in on who we all are. Zack and me are co-bosses of a construction company. That’s why we might come across as raw roughnecks ...”
“Speak for yourself, dude,” Zack grinned. “Nothing raw about me – except my language when I get mad.” They were pleased to see the boy relax and join in the ensuing laughter as Randy continued with the introductions.
“And this here is my lover Bob. He’s the brain and I’m the brawn. He’s a lawyer, financier, MBA, PHD, you name it, degrees up his ass – along with my dick. See, I warned you about the raw thing.”
Angelo joined in the laughter again, only this time with a deep blush.
“And this gorgeous blond stud is a motorcycle cop. You should see him in his uniform, you’d beg him to arrest you.”
Mark smiled, “Don’t worry, kiddo, I’m one of the good cops. I’m not gonna arrest anyone – unless the guy wants it, of course.”
They all assumed by this time that Angelo’s dick was hard in his tight pants ... and they we right. Mark continued, “But enough about us, Angelo, tell us about yourself. You’re Italian, right?”
“Yes, sir, I was born and raised in Tuscany, but when I was ten my parents divorced. My mom had dual citizenship so she brought me here to San Diego. But a few years ago she died in a car wreck and I was all alone. A young guy I met was a waiter at this hotel, so I applied and ... here I am. I live here too, I have one of the small rooms in the back that hey give to staff.”
“Yeah,” Bob said. “You told us you usually spend your free time alone in your room. But doing what?”
“Watching movies mostly. You know, Netflix and stuff.”
“With your boyfriend?”
Angelo blushed. “I don’t have a boyfriend, sir. I did once but he ... Anyway, occasionally I hang out with one of the other waiters here, but mostly I prefer to be alone.”
“Doesn’t it get lonely?”
“Not really, sir. See, I live for the movies, I get to live the fantasy, and think of the actors as my friends. My favorites are the action movies.”
Encouraged by the smiles of the men Angelo lost his shyness and became very talkative. The men realized he had little chance for conversation, so now he was unloading at length. They smiled affectionately, seduced by his eagerness and charm, and those long dark eyelashes.
“I watch some of them over and over, and I get to work out what’s special effects and what’s real. I read up about the movies, how they’re made, the different camera shots and stuff. I like taking pictures myself and try to use some of the camera angles I learn about. I can show you some of my photos ... if we ever ... I’m talking too much, aren’t I, sirs?”
“Not at all,” Zack smiled, “this is interesting. What are your favorite movies?”
“Like I said, sir, I prefer action flicks. Not the superhero ones where the guys are all dressed up in fancy suits, like Spiderman. I mean ones where you can see the real guy, especially his body.
“Like, er ... did you ever see those Tarzan movies, they made three of them? I loved those, ‘cos the hero was a real man, and he was in a loincloth all the time so we got to see his body. He has such a beautiful body.”
Randy grinned mischievously. “Did you get to think of the star as your friend?”
Angelo blushed again. “Oh no, sir. He’s just about the most beautiful guy in movies, and I’m just this... what they call a twink. Do you think I’m a twink, sir?”
“Hell no,” Randy blurted. “If anyone tries to call you that, just let me know and I’ll make him sorry. Kid you are a handsome young man, with that masculine Italian look – plus the eyelashes. You look like you’ve got a nice compact body, though we haven’t seen you with your shirt off ... yet.”
“Not that there’s anything wrong with being a twink,” Bob hastened to interject. “They can be very sexy and a lot of boys like to be called a twink.”
“That’s true, sir, but I don’t want to be one. Even so, I could never be a friend of a guy like Grady – that’s his name, you know He must have hundreds of girls craving him. I looked him up in the fan mags and they say he’s having this hot and heavy affair with his leading lady.” He frowned in thought. “But sometimes those fan mags can get things wrong, or make stuff up, don’t you think?”
“Oh, I do,” Bob smiled, “Sometimes they get things very wrong. The girl could be anyone, not even American. Could even be Italian like you.”
“Really, sir? I never thought of that. Wow, if I ever met her I could blab away in Italian and ask her all about Grady.”
Randy saw there were tears in Bob’s eyes as he spoke affectionately to the eager kid, and Randy knew that, whatever happened, he had to be very gentle with the boy. He could see that Bob was longing to tell Angelo the truth but, of course, he didn’t dare to.
In full flood now, Angelo chattered on, “Anyway, he’s done with the Tarzan movies and he’s just finished a new movie where he plays a lifeguard captain named Hunter. He’ll look fabulous like that, in those red shorts – lots of surfing and stuff.”
Angelo smiled shyly. “I’ll tell you a secret, sirs. There’s a shot of him that I jerk off to. They use it in all the promos they’re doing, like on the billboards. It’s kinda like he’s just fallen off a surfboard and when he surfaces he’s laughing, that sexy laugh of his, and shaking his head, so water sprays from his hair. I love that shot, it always makes me cum.
“At the beach I’ve tried to get shots like that of surfer guys, but the Grady one was taken by a professional studio cameraman, I could never match that. I’d love to know what kind of lens he used, it must have been a fast one where you can freeze a motion shot.
“Anyway, Grady has finished that movie, it’s in what they call post-production. That takes a long time, so it’ll be ages before we get to see it. But guess what, I just read that’s Grady’s already started a new Hunter movie. It’s bound to be a big hit like all his other movies, for sure. He’s a big star all over the world, you know.”
They were all thinking the same thing. That same guy was the reason they were here – to plan the building of a hospital wing called The Brian House, named for Grady’s boy. Bob glanced at the others, feeling it wasn’t fair to keep Angelo completely in the dark.
“Er, actually, Angelo, I could find out what lens was used. Do you remember yesterday when I gave you my card and said you should call us, ‘cos there was a young man I wanted you to meet, named Eddie?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, you see, it was Eddie who took that shot of Grady you like so much. He’s a young cameraman who worked on that Hunter movie, and is working on the new one. He’s a good friend of ours.”
Angelo looked stunned. “You ... you know him ... the guy who took that picture? He must know Grady.”
“He works with him so, yeah, he knows him. Look, if you come up to L.A. you can meet Eddie.”
“But, sir, why would he talk to me? He’s this hotshot studio cameraman and I’m just this kid who takes pictures with a cheap camera. We have nothing in common. Besides, I talk too much. I’d be so nervous I would talk nonstop.”
All the men grinned and Bob chuckled. “Angelo, you have more in common with Eddie than you know – he talks a whole lot too. Your only problem would be getting a word in sideways. And you both love the movies. Plus, like you, Eddie gives great blowjobs.”
“Talking of blowjobs,” said Randy, changing the subject abruptly. “You’ve told us what movies you like. What kind of sex do you like best?”
The other three guys squirmed at Randy’s usual lack of tact. But Angelo answered with the inevitable blush. “Well, sir ... see I haven’t had all that much, except for jerking off solo. Once in a while I get together with buddies and we jerk each other off, but it’s kinda quick and then we get embarrassed.”
“OK, so tell us about the best sex you ever had.”
There was a long pause, then Angelo smiled shyly. “Well, sir, tell you the truth ... it was yesterday right here sucking cock. I’ve never met such beautiful men, like straight out of a porn movie, or any movie come to that, even Grady’s movies.”
Zack said, “Is that why you offered to bring us breakfast, so you could suck cock again?”
“Yes, sir. I was hoping I could ... but now I’ve ...”
“You’ve gone off the idea?” Mark asked. “That’s OK ... like Bob told you, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“No that’s not it, sir, I do want to. It’s just that I know you a bit better now, and I like being with you. You’ve been so kind, listening to me blathering on, even though you actually know top guys like this Eddie, a professional studio cameraman.”
Bob grinned. “Well, Eddie s not always such a top guy, Angelo. But I know what you mean. Anonymous sex with guys you just met is different from sex with friends ... and I like to think we’re starting to become friends, don’t you?”
“Do you like to get butt-fucked?” Randy blurted, out of nowhere.
Angelo recoiled. “Oh no, sir. At least I’ve never tried.”
“But you’ve thought about it, eh?”
“Yes, sir, but the boys who wanted to fuck me were all what you’d call twinks. If I ever did get fucked it would have to be by a big handsome muscle guy – like any one of you, sirs. But that’s all a fantasy, and fantasy and reality are two different things.”
“Not necessarily,” Randy grinned. “Come on, kid, tell us the truth. I like kids who tell the truth.”
“Well, sir, the truth is that last night when you all gave me a choice of whose cock to suck I chose your lover because he was so kind and so beautiful. You are extremely sexy, sir, in a different way, but I didn’t choose you because you’re kinda scary. I thought I would choke on your huge cock and you’d hurt me.”
Randy bristled at that last bit. “Kid, I never ever hurt boys. Well, except rarely, when I lose my temper. Like I said at the beginning, nobody here would ever hurt you. So after breakfast, when you’re nice and relaxed, we’ll see what you really like, eh?’
“Yes please, sir.”
<><> The Seduction Of Angelo <><>
Needing safe familiar territory to digest all this, Angelo reverted to being a waiter. “May I freshen your coffee, gentlemen?” He stood up, picked up the coffee pot, walked round the table and filled their cups. Do you need anything else, sirs?”
They smiled and shook their heads – all except Randy who said, “Yeah, I do. What I find weird is that we’re all practically buck naked, while you’re still dressed up in your uniform, minus the waistcoat. Reminds me of that painting where a nude is sitting on the grass with two fully clothed men. Only with us it’s the other way round.”
Bob chuckled, “You mean Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe – Lunch on the grass – by Manet.”
“See what I mean, kiddo? Always flashing his fancy learning, probably got a degree in French art or something. But you and me, kid, I think we speak the same language, especially when It comes to sex. What I wanna see is your cute body, so why don’t you take your shirt off for us?”
Angelo blushed but didn’t say no. He stared into Randy’s blue eyes and was hooked. Slowly he unbuttoned his dress shirt, pulled it out of his waistband and folded it over a chair. Randy stood up. “Wow, you ain’t no twink, kiddo, no way. That’s a fine build you got on you, well proportioned, smooth skin, nice long waist, lean muscles. You come up to the city, I’ll give you a gym workout to build up those muscles. You work out?”
“No, sir. They don’t let staff use the hotel gym, but I run on the beach, and do pushups in my room.”
“Good for you, that’s a start. Let’s see here.” Randy gently laid his hand on the boy’s chest. “Flex those pecs for me.” Angelo took a deep breath and flexed as hard as he could. Randy dug his fingers into the muscle and grinned. “Yeah, it’s all in there, just waiting to pop. Now flex that bicep.” Angelo obediently raised his arm and flexed.
The others watched in amusement as Randy seduced the boy. Bob again had tears in his eyes as he watched the boy flex his thin arm, gazing raptly into those hypnotic blue eyes set in the dark rugged face. Bob knew that the boy was falling in love with Randy, as so many men had before him. Randy ran his fingers over the kid’s nipples and he flinched. “Ouch.”
“You’re real tender there, kid. What happened?”
Angelo blushed again. “It was one of the older waiters, sir. A week ago he came into my room and said he wanted to jerk me off. But I couldn’t get hard, so he got mad and twisted my nipples real bad, fingernails and all.”
“Did you fight back?”
“I couldn’t, sir. By that time he had tied my wrists to the bedposts. He said I could trust him. But in the end he lost interest, untied me, said ‘fuck you’ and left. My nipples are still very sore, sir.”
As the boy spoke Randy was clenching his fists and the other men knew that, if he came across that waiter, Randy would thrash him. Hopefully they wouldn’t meet.
“Listen, kid. Look at me and listen, this is important. When you’re having sex and the guy says you can trust him, don’t. Some of them mean it at the time, but when they see you tied up they lose control. You gotta promise me, kid.”
“I promise, sir. Thank you.”
“Sometimes I myself come on real strong, especially with a cute boy like you, so I’ll back off now and leave you alone.”
“No, sir. Please.” Impulsively Angelo jerked his face forward and kissed Randy on the lips. He pulled back, blushing deep red. “Sorry, sir, I didn’t ... I don’t know why I ... I should prob’ly leave, sir.”
Rand wrapped his hand tight round the back of Angelo’s head and pulled him into a grinding kiss, lips churning together, tongue probing his mouth. It went on and on, Angelo thought it would never stop – hoped it would never stop. When finally it did he stared into the dazzling blue eyes as Randy growled, “Now I’m gonna fuck your ass, boy. You up for that?”
“Yes please, sir. Yes please.” Angelo reached up and stroked the gypsy’s stubbled jaw, then stroked his face and ran his fingers through the shaggy black hair.
Randy lowered his arm and felt the hard bulge in the boy’s pants. “Yeah,” he grinned, “you’re ready.” He grabbed the boy’s wrist and guided his hand down to the massive bulge in his undershorts. “See, I am too. OK, let me take a look at that ass.”
He walked behind the boy, reached round, unbuckled his pants, and jerked them down over the perfectly round, surprisingly firm mounds of his butt. “Fuck, yeah ... oh yeah, I want that ass. You gonna give it to me, Angelo?”
Drawn into the gypsy’s magnetic gaze, the boy smiled, “My ass is yours, sir. But, your dick is, so huge, I’m a little bit scared ...”
With a flash of irritation, Randy growled. “Kid, I told you I’d never hurt you didn’t I? You can trust me on that.”
“But sir, you taught me never to trust a man who says that.”
Randy suppressed a smile. “Me you can trust, kiddo. I’m the exception. Hey Bob,” looking over at the fascinated group at the table watching the master work his magic. “Did you bring any lube with you?”
“Of course,” Bob smiled. “Never leave home without it.” He went into the bedroom while Randy knelt down pulled off Angelo’s shoes and tugged his pants and shorts down and off. His good-size cock sprang out, hard as a rod, and Randy licked the shaft, then the head and the hard sensitive corona.
Angelo looked down at the dark macho gypsy on his knees licking his cock, and he groaned, “Oh ... oh ... I think I’m gonna ...”
Randy sprang to his feet and his eyes flashed. “Don’t you dare bust your load, boy. One of my rules, you don’t shoot until I say you can, understand?”
“Yes, sir, I’m sorry sir ...”
Randy kissed his cheek, then his long eyelashes. “Ah, never mind. You’re learning, you’re a rookie, it’s your first time.” He stood back and ran his eyes over the lithe naked body. Very nice ... turn around.” Angelo obeyed. “You know, kid, you have a real sexy bubble butt. I should know, I’m an expert butt-man. I’m gonna enjoy being inside it. OK, see this soft rug in front of the French windows? Get down on it, on your knees”
Angelo scrambled across the room, and dropped to his knees, his young naked body lit by the sunshine streaming in through the French windows, a light breeze blowing across it and lightly ruffling the sheer white curtains behind him.
Randy stood before him, smiling down at him. “Yeah, perfect. You look perfect, kiddo.” He dropped his shorts and his huge shaft sprang out. Seeing it for the first time Angelo gasped.
Automatically he flicked out his tongue and licked it, worshipped it, all the way down to the base where he buried his face in the sweaty mass of wiry black pubic hair. He breathed in the musky essence of the gypsy’s sweaty manhood, then licked up it to the head, opened his mouth wide and pushed forward. He felt the thick rod filling his mouth, halfway down until he gagged and pulled away, tears running down his cheeks.
“Not bad for a first try, kid,” Randy grinned. “But you know where my cock really belongs. So on your back, kid.
Angelo lay on his back and stared up at Randy’s cock. He had swallowed it halfway down his throat and choked on it, but he could never imagine taking that monster in his virgin ass.
It’s just that he craved it so bad.
<><> Randy Works His Magic <><>
Bob came back from the bedroom and handed Randy the tube of lube. He grinned and said softly, “Randy, you are absolutely incredible.”
Randy flashed him a smile, then focused back on the boy lying before him with nervous anticipation. Randy dropped to his knees and flashed that winning smile. “So here’s the deal kid. This will take a while, with stops and starts. Anytime it hurts and you tell me to stop, I’ll pause. The most important thing is you look into my eyes.. Except you won’t be able to at first, because ...”
Randy pushed the boy’s legs back, bent low and pressed his face between his ass cheeks, licking the soft, curly black hair round his hole. He pushed his tongue inside and Angelo moaned as he felt his butt invaded for the first time, albeit only by a tongue.
He felt a new sensation that made his cock jerk as if he were about to cum. But he knew he must not do that. And anyway, he was waiting for the long tongue to be replaced by the gypsy’s even longer cock.
Randy pulled back and squeezed lube on his cock. “I don’t usually bother with this stuff – I just spit on my dick and shove it in. I’ll do that to you next time I fuck you, and there will be a next time – lots of them. But as this is the first time for your virgin ass, I’ll go easy on you.”
He pressed a greasy finger slowly into his hole and grinned, “Here we go, kiddo. Just remember, keep your eyes on me.” He followed up with two fingers, pushing them gently deeper and deeper until he saw the boy wince.
He pulled his fingers out slowly. “Not bad kiddo. OK, crunch time. First I want you to look into my eyes and tell me what you want.”
“I want to feel you inside me, sir. I want your cock to make love to my ass, sir. I think I love you, sir, and ...aaahh.” He felt a stab of pain and realized the head of Randy’s cock was inside him. His first impulse was to push it out, but he saw the gentle smile in Randy’s blue eyes and took a deep breath. He tried to relax his ass, and in a few seconds the pain subsided.”
“There you go, kid – my cock is in your sweet ass. We got a ways to go yet, but how does it feel?”
Angelo panted, “It feels ... I can’t describe it, ‘cos I’ve never felt anything like it. I’ve never felt dominated like this, completely at the mercy of a man like you.”
“And you like that?”
“Oh yes, sir. You can tie me up if you like, sir and give me orders.”
“Hey, steady on, kid,” Randy chuckled, “not yet. One step at a time. And believe me, this is just the head. I’m gonna go a lot deeper ... like this. Very slowly he eased his cock in farther and the boy gritted his teeth. Suddenly he jerked, and pushed his hands again Randy’s chest. “No, it hurts .... aaahh, it hurts too much. I can’t take it ... pull out sir, it hurts.”
Randy stopped, pulled back just a bit, then bent down and kissed him. When that calmed him, he stopped kissing and smiled into his eyes. “Easy, kiddo. You panicked, is all, that’s normal. Now, take a deep breath, relax. And stare into my eyes. Good. How’s that feel?”
“Much better, sir. Not much pain now. In fact ... ooh ... it feels ... like my ass is full of your cock, sir. Are you all the way in?”
“Almost halfway. And I know what you need – not usual for rookies, but you are special, dude.” He grabbed the boy’s wrists, pushed his arms up above his head and pinned them to the ground. Angelo gasped and Randy grinned. “You said I could tie you up, but that’s a whole other thing. But this comes close. You’re at my mercy and you have a choice. You can hate me and scream and holler, or you can love me, love being dominated by me, like I own you.”
He eased his cock in further and further, inch by inch. The boy gazed up at him, at the rugged gypsy face, long black hair falling forward as he slowly eased deeper in his ass. And it was probably at that point that Angelo really fell in love with Randy, felt like he belonged to the powerful construction boss who held him trapped helplessly on the floor.
The room faded around him. All he could see was the dark stubbled face and steel blue eyes. All he could feel was that huge cock moving deeper inside him, inch by inch. And then, at last, it touched the back of his ass. His eyes opened wide, he felt a rush of ecstasy racing through him and ... “aaagh! ...” His cock erupted and poured semen all over his shuddering body.”
<><> Insatiable Appetite <><>
In a daze he realized what he had done. “No ... no ...” Angelo sobbed. “I didn’t mean to ... I couldn’t stop. Please don’t stop, sir. I know I disobeyed you, but ...” His words were muffled by Randy’s mouth closing over his. He had freed his hands and the boy reached up and wrapped his arms round him.
When at last Randy stopped kissing him, he licked the tears from his face. “Sssh, sssh, it’s OK. I love that you came like that for me, Angelo. No, I’m not gonna stop, ‘cos now comes the best part. Now we’ve got all that out of our system, I can make love to your ass. That’s what I wanted to do all along. So relax, and leave everything to me.
He pulled his cock slowly back, almost out, then paused, and slowly eased in again, all the way down to the end of the chute. He did the same thing repeatedly, carefully, until he was tenderly massaging the soft warm membrane. “How’s that feel, kiddo?”
“The best I ever felt in my life, sir.”
“Good. So lie back and look at me while I fuck that sweet ass.”
The other men watched, in awe of Randy’s mastery at making boys fall in love with him. This boy was a virgin, yet here he was loving the sensation of the gypsy’s massive cock filling his ass. The lovefest continued between man and boy until Randy said, “Time for you to spill another load, dude, while I fill your ass with the master’s jizz. You ready?”
“For you, sir, always.”
“OK, so here we go again, kid.” Randy pulled back, almost out, paused, smiled ... and drove in all the way down ... and over the inner sphincter. Angelo howled as he felt Randy’s juice filling his ass, and he shot another load over himself.
He lay still, his body shuddering and closed his eyes. When he opened them all he saw was the swarthy gypsy face smiling down at him. “You just got butt-fucked, boy. For the first time in your life a man shot his load in your ass. You feel OK?”
“Oh yes, sir. I feel ... awesome.”
“I thought you would. Now I’m gonna pull out, and that will hurt a bit as your ass snaps shut.” He pulled back gently and ... “ouch” ... the boy winced as his ass suddenly felt empty.”
As the sharp pain subsided, Angelo’s face relaxed, broke into a warm smile, and then joyful laughter. Randy grinned, “That good eh? OK, you probably should rest now.”
“No, sir, I want to go again. Can we do it again sir?”
“Damn, you really love getting your ass ploughed don’t you, kid? What we call dick hungry. You’re just like ...” He was on the verge of naming Grady, but stopped himself just in time before it slipped out. “That was a terrific fuck kiddo, but I gotta take a break.”
Seeing the disappointment on the boy’s face, Zack spoke up. “On the other hand, Randy, you got three other guys here who are on the brink of busting our loads after watching Angelo lose his virginity. I, for one, would rather shoot inside him than all over him.”
Eagerly, Angelo looked up at Randy. “Can I, sir ... can I?”
“Jesus,” Randy smiled. “Well I guess so, as long as you don’t get hurt. If you yell stop, we’ll stop right away. OK, guys?”
Zack went first, kneeling in Randy’s place. The lube was still on the mat and Zack spread it on his cock. Angelo stared in awe at the long black club that had scared many boys. But not this one. He knew now how to relax his ass as Zack pushed his legs back. Zack grinned, “I’m gonna cum real fast, kiddo, but like Randy said, you wanna stop, I’ll stop.”
“I won’t want to stop, sir.” He stared up at the muscular black stud with the chiseled ebony features and shaved head, and groaned with pleasure as he felt his cock glide gently inside him.
As Zack predicted, it only took a few gentle thrusts into the warm ass, still full of Randy’s juice, before Zack smiled, “Here it comes, kiddo ... oh yeah.” And for the second time Angelo felt a dominant construction boss pour his jizz deep inside him.
Next up was Mark. Angelo was just a little nervous, as he was a cop, after all, and he had heard of cop brutality. But this man was so stunningly beautiful with his shock of blond hair and gentle blue eyes, that he sighed with pleasure, staring up at his Greek-God physique, and felt him ease tenderly in and out of him. The cop’s handsome face lit up with a smile as he said, “This is for you Angelo,” ... and shot streams of semen inside him.
Last – and by no means least for Angelo – came Randy’s lover Bob, the man whose cock he had chosen to suck the evening before. Bob smiled affectionately down at him. “Hello again, Angelo. You’ve had three dicks in your ass, and that’s a lot for a young rookie. You don’t have to do it again just to please me, or to prove something to yourself. We can wait until you come up to our home.”
“Please, sir, I want you especially. I love you, sir, and really want to feel your semen inside me. Please, sir.”
Bob chuckled, “Well, if you put it like that, how can I refuse? Your butt is certainly well lubed. OK, here we go.” Angelo pulled his legs back and Bob knelt behind him. As he slid his cock in gently Angelo sighed happily. “Please don’t cum too quickly, sir. I want to really feel it.”
So Bob took his time, but not too much time. He erred on the side of caution, still fearful that the boy was doing this to prove a point. “Sir,” Angelo said, “is it alright if I touch my cock?”
“Of course, Angelo, you can do whatever you want.” Angelo stroked his cock and Bob knew he was ready to shoot again. He bent down and kissed Angelo gently on the lips as he poured his juice in his ass and Angelo jerked off over himself.
Randy stood over them and laughed his throaty laugh. “You had enough, kid? You’ve exhausted four big guys here and there ain’t no more men to go round.”
As Bob pulled out he said, “And you can certainly cum a lot – three times.”
“Oh, I’ve always been able to do that, sir, I do when I’m watching a movie, like those Grady films. I can gush and gush without stopping.”
Bob laughed, “Oh Eddie is going to love you, kiddo. He’s known to his friends as ‘the gusher’.”
Angelo smiled shyly. “Does that mean I can still call you, sir, and come to visit in L.A.?”
Randy pulled him up on his feet. “Dude, don’t think this was all about sex – that all we wanted from you was a good fuck. We’re much more than that, kid, as you’ll find out when you visit. And you are gonna visit ... in fact that’s an order. You’re gonna meet Eddie and his pals, and I’m gonna give you a gym workout.”
Mark laughed, “And it’s a well-known fact that if a boy works extra hard in the gym Randy rewards him by fucking him.”
“Then I’ll definitely work extra hard, sir,” Angelo said with an impish grin.
“And now, kiddo,” Bob said, “you better get that well-used ass in the shower before you report back to work. Otherwise your boss will think you’ve been fraternizing with the guests and getting that sweet ass fucked by four macho guys. Wouldn’t want him thinking that.”
Angelo hurried, almost skipped, into the bathroom, and they began to gather their gear and papers together prior to checking out. Angelo came bouncing out of the shower and got dressed in his uniform again, including the button-up waistcoat. He hugged them all in turn and said, “I better take the breakfast cart back too. Like you said, sir, I don’t want my boss to think I came up here for sex – even if it’s true.”
Bob held the door open for him as he pushed the cart out. “Thank you, sirs. See you in L.A.”
He left four big smiles behind him, and Bob summed up their feelings. “Absolutely adorable.”
<><> He Belongs With Us <><>
As they drove back up the freeway, Zack said. “OK, fellas, it’s back to work. That turned out to be quite a visit, but now we gotta focus on our meetings with Doc Chad and then Grady and Mario. Odd that this whole visit was caused by the generosity of our pal Grady, the big movie star that Angelo dreams about and jerks off watching.”
“Yeah,” Randy grinned, “and when I said the kid is dick hungry I almost let Grady’s name slip, cause he’s just the same. We gotta tread real careful there.”
“We’ll leave all that to Mario,” Bob said. “He’s fiercely protective of Grady’s privacy, for good reason. He’ll size the boy up, especially as they’ll have something in common, they’ll speak Italian together.”
“So you really think Angelo will call and come to visit, as he said he would?” Mark asked.
“’Course he will, I ordered him to,” Randy growled.
“Randy,” Bob smiled gently, “he’ll come because he really wants to. He just got his virgin butt fucked by all four of us. Not something a boy forgets in a hurry.
“I can’t wait for him to meet Eddie. They have so much in common. They both love the movies and cameras. Angelo even tried to copy some of Eddie’s camera angles and techniques, though he didn’t know it was Eddie, of course. Plus they’re both highly sexual, they talk a lot, and give great blow jobs – I can see Eddie teaching the boy his techniques there too. I can definitely see Eddie taking Angelo under his wing.”
“Plus a bonus,” Mark laughed. “They can both gush jizz till the cows come home.”
Randy gave it his final stamp of approval. “Yup, no doubt about it. The kid belongs with us.”
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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 13: Chapter 48