Trial Of Strength (Book 9)

"SUN, SURF & SECRET SEX"

The cop Mark and Aussie hunk Adam explore intimate erotic fantasies as they flaunt their bodies in mutual lust and muscle worship. They are turned on by each other and the two muscle-studs they see in the mirror. Young rookie Will gets surfing lessons and later stumbles on the cop and the Aussie on the beach where they subject him to a wild sexual experience that leaves him begging for more

In the previous chapter

The group’s weekend vacation up the California Coast in the remote Guadalupe Dunes had so far been dominated by the two most senior men in the tribe – Mark and Adam.

Mark, a ruggedly handsome police officer had, over recent months, become good buddies with Adam, an Aussie with a tanned, muscular physique and chiseled features. In a classic case of male bonding the alpha males had grown to respect each other and lust after each other. As is often the case with men who are macho equals, their friendship had a competitive element, a friendly rivalry that on this occasion became less than friendly.

While the two men were alike in so many ways there were fundamental differences of character. As one of the tribe put it, “Mark is a cop with a mindset of a cop – tough, confident and used to being obeyed. It’s what makes him such a stud sexually, but also competitive – and quick to anger.”

Adam, on the other hand, had the easy-going, laid back attitude of his native Australia. Tall, striking, a macho male who was admired and desired wherever he went. Sex for him was something of a game, to be played for fun and mutual pleasure. And therein lay the problem.

Both men had brought their boys on the trip to the beach – two handsome young jocks who were long-time buddies. Mark’s boy Jamie was a sexy young California surfer. Adam’s boy was the good-looking fun loving young Aussie, Nate.

And to complete the weekend party of seven at the beach the identical twins Kyle and Kevin had brought young Will, their new boy and tribe’s newest rookie. The three of them were the chefs for the whole tribe.

The problems began when Mark realized that Adam lusted for his boy Jamie. The smoldering embers of conflict burst into flames when Mark discovered Adam and Jamie in bed, in what Adam casually described as “just a bit of fun, mate”. The enraged cop handcuffed the Aussie to the bed and savagely fucked his ass.

The turmoil that followed took quite some time to simmer down. Surprisingly the young rookie Will proved to be a calming influence on Mark, who eventually made his peace with his boy Jamie by switching roles and surrendering his ass to him.

The more difficult task of Mark’s penance for his attack on Adam was solved in a novel, symbolic way. Needing to undergo the same humiliation as Mark had inflicted on Adam, the cop displayed himself naked in front of the whole group watching from their beach shack. Mark submitted himself to be butt-fucked by young Will – a dramatic and symbolic act of contrition by the rugged alpha male – one of the most senior men of the tribe being topped by the newest and youngest rookie.

Adam, eager to put the conflict behind them, kissed Mark and then brought the whole unhappy affair full circle by fucking the cop as Mark had fucked him. When it was over Mark said softly to Will, “Thank you, kiddo. You’re a beautiful young man.”

After the traumas of the morning, tranquility now settled on the group, and the roiling waters grew calm as a millpond. Which was welcome figuratively but disappointing literally as the placid waves put the kibosh on surfing for the rest of the day. But that was good too as it gave them all a chance to relax and smooth over any wrinkles that remained in their relationships.

After a lazy afternoon they had an early dinner at the little cantina in the village and then hit the sack. Jamie and Nate elected to sleep in the tent in the dunes, leaving Mark and Adam in the shack to build on their friendship that had taken on new life – like lovers making up after a fight.

The twins and Will, as planned, slept in Zack’s shack down the beach with Norman, Will’s faithful little pug. They all settled into the large bed and as Will dozed happily his thoughts replayed the events of the day and ran to prospects for tomorrow.

Surfing sounded fun but he hoped he could keep up with the other guys who were all pros. And he wondered what Mark and Adam would do together now they had buried the hatchet and rekindled their lust for each other. Whatever it was, he wanted to be there to watch.

But soon his rambling thoughts started to blend together and the distant sound of the waves hissing ashore finally lulled him to sleep, safe and warm with his beloved twins, and his pug Norman snoring happily beside him.

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Mark and Adam shared the big bed in Mark’s beach shack. Their relationship had changed and matured from its former good-buddy, friendly-rival status to something much more intimate.

From the crucible of conflict, savage attack, and retribution, the rugged cop and muscular Aussie had forged a relationship of mutual admiration, respect, and a sexual attraction that went beyond just physical lust. In fact it was all so new that the men did not fully embrace it on that first night in the quiet, moonlit shack.

When the two alpha males had previously grappled and fucked each other they had been motivated by anger, rivalry and revenge. But then they had spent the rest of the day relaxing on the beach with each other, in conversations that were more intense than the small-talk of friendship. Tentatively feeling their way to a new and deeper regard for each other they treaded cautiously so as not to stumble.

And this careful-as-you-go approach continued even when they were in bed. Lying naked, side by side in the moonlight that shone through the slatted blinds they felt almost like new lovers, or at least, lovers who were warily making up after a fight.

They both had roaring hard-ons but somehow it seemed too mundane and trivial to simply get their rocks off as mere fuck-buddies would have done. Lying close together was more erotic than a simple fuck would have been. Depriving themselves of sexual release created an even more intense desire in them which would no doubt find full expression in the days to come.

For now they were content to feel their shoulders touching, and their thoughts were so in sync that when they both turned their heads to face each other the penetration of their eyes was infinitely more erotic than anal penetration would have been. They smiled at each other, reading each other’s minds and Adam said in his Australian drawl, “Quite a day, eh mate?”

“No kidding,” Mark grinned. “New day tomorrow. ‘Night Adam.”

‘’Night, Mark.”

They fell asleep side by side, but it wasn’t long before Mark unconsciously threw his arm over Adam and they slept the rest of the night entwined in a tangle of muscular limbs.

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Next morning Mark was woken groggily by the sound of the shower. He dimly recalled moments during the night when he had half woken to feel Adam’s hard body pressed against him and had gone back to sleep with a smile on his face.

The shack’s bedroom was small so now, as he stirred and opened his eyes, Mark had a clear view of the bathroom and shower door, behind which he could see the tall muscular figure of Adam soaping up. He lay on his side and watched, with a fast-growing hard-on. Adam rinsed, let the warm water run over his handsome face and tanned body, then turned the water off, opened the door and grabbed a towel. He rubbed his face and close-cropped dark hair, then threw the towel over his shoulder and stepped out of the shower.

“Oh fuck,” Mark groaned. “Man, that looks so fucking hot.” He was staring at the naked gym-honed body with its light covering of chest hair over the slabs of his pecs, and his razor sharp eight-pack abs. He was deeply tanned with sharp tan lines at his waist and upper thighs. In that white strip of flesh his long cock hung down from a mass of damp black pubic hair.

As he watched Adam towel off Mark felt a new intimacy with the Aussie that emboldened him to say things he never would have before. “I’ve never told you this, buddy, but the first time I saw you my first impulse was to find a flaw, to discover some blemish to spoil the perfection.

“Maybe he had a lisp, I thought – but when you spoke in that deep sexy Australian drawl it made my cock ever harder. Maybe you were not overly bright – but I soon learned that your travels had given you a mature, brainy view of the world. Maybe you were vain and stuck-up – but that boisterous laugh and easy-going Aussie warmth knocked that one on the head. No, I had to admit it was pretty close to perfection – and it made me envious. That’s why I was so irrationally jealous when I saw you eyeing my boy.

“Damn,” Adam grinned, toweling his back. “One thing I never thought I’d hear from the Greek-God cop was insecurity. To me you were the image of a powerful alpha male – you were a cop, for god’s sake, and when I saw you in uniform with that gorgeous face, it was like something out of a porno. Then it was my turn to look for a flaw – which I never found, by the way.

“Sure I was turned on by Jamie – damn who wouldn’t be? – but you know when I fucked him there was a small part of me that did it to see if I was man enough to top the cop’s boy. Huh,” Adam chuckled, “our competitive streak went real deep, eh mate?”

“Kinda dumb too,” Mark said getting out of bed. “Face it, stud, we are two real hot looking guys, not something I would usually say out loud. Look in the mirror man … come on … look in the mirror. Adam turned to the full-length mirror and smiled at his reflection. “Yeah, not bad, I guess,” as he ran his hand over his chest and abs.

“Not bad?” Mark laughed. “You know it, dude, you’re fucking gorgeous, not to mention that sensational butt, an ass that could make grown men weep. Come on, stud, flaunt that body.”

“You mean like Jason does when he works out at home? That fireman sure knows how to turn himself on. OK, let’s see here …” Adam pressed his fists into his waist, elbows out, and flared his lats in a classic bodybuilder pose. Then he raised his arms and flexed his biceps and abs.

“Fucking flawless, man,” Mark said. He jumped off the bed and stood behind the posing jock. “Even better like this.” Mark reached up, grabbed both of Adam’s wrists, twisted his arms behind his back and pushed his wrists up high behind him in a wrestling double hammerlock. It forced his shoulders to bulge and his pecs to flex hard.

“Now that is fucking spectacular, stud,” Mark said, staring at the mirror over Adam’s shoulder. “You know, some of the boys get off watching wrestling, especially the erotic kind where the fighters hold poses like this to display their bodies. The boys jerk off all over the screen and you can see why – especially watching the handsome face twist in pain. It can be a submission hold when applied real hard … like this.”

Mark pushed Adams wrists higher up his back, making him grimace with pain. “Aaagh! Trying to force the Aussie surrender to the cop? Not me, mate.”

“Oh no? First rule when a cop arrests a guy. Never resist, never say no – ‘cos the cop can get mad and real mean.” Applying maximum pressure Mark locked his arms brutally, forcing Adam to stand on his toes and yell, “OK, OK, I give up … I submit, officer.”

Mark grinned and loosened the hold. But instantly Adam turned the tables. He grabbed Mark’s wrists, twisted his arms behind him and applied the same painful double hammerlock, facing the mirror. “Fuck you, man … aaagh,” Mark howled.

Adam taunted, “First rule when you challenge an Aussie, mate – you’ll get as good as you give … and more.”

Adam shoved his knees against the back of Mark’s legs and made them buckle. As he sank to his knees his arms stretched even higher up his back and he howled in pain. Adam knelt behind him but maintained the pressure. “Damn, one of the most beautiful sights there is – a naked cop being tortured, his chiseled face screaming in pain. Only thing hotter is hearing the cop submit. “So let’s hear it mate.”

Adam jerked the arms up and Mark howled, “Fuck you, man.” Adam pushed again and, “No … no more! I submit, I give up … I submit, sir.”

Immediately Adam released the hold and within seconds they were grappling on the floor, man on man, muscles on muscle, glorying in their power, their masculinity … and their raw sexuality. They writhed over the floor in a contest that was less about winning than flaunting their manhood to each other.

As their bodies ground together they kissed, licked, nipple-tortured and sucked each other’s dick, which drove them to wrestle harder. All their former suppressed rivalry, their find-a-flaw envy, now found harmless but erotic release in pitting their muscular strength against each other – going mano-a-mano, two naked muscle jocks locked in erotic combat.

Evenly matched they reached the point of exhaustion together and ended up where they had begun, on their feet, side by side, staring at each other in the mirror, breathing heavily, eyes gleaming, sweat pouring down their pumped bodies. Two naked muscle gods, the blond cop and dark-haired Aussie – they were irresistible to each other. They instinctively grabbed their rock hard cocks and stroked them slowly, gazing at their own stunning reflections.

“Fuck, that looks bloody brilliant, mate. Look at you.”

“And look at you, bro,” Mark said, pulling Adam’s face toward him in a churning kiss, their mouths sealed tight over sharing each other’s breath.

Adam had often worked out with Jason whose narcissistic streak was highly erotic. When they pulled apart he adopted Jason’s ultimate fantasy of seeing not himself in the mirror, but a handsome muscular stranger staring back at him, and he drew Mark into the fantasy.

“Look at them, mate. Two fucking gorgeous jocks who are really into each other. They’ve challenged each other, wrestled, gone man to man and made each other submit. Cock-sucking, kissing, lusting, making love … man I wanna see those guys bust their loads.”

Mark narrowed his eyes and saw what Adam was seeing – two nameless musclehunks stroking their cocks faster and faster. Mark walked close to the mirror and did something he had never done before. He leaned forward and kissed the man in the mirror. Then Adam was beside him doing the same, and finally their mouths came together in a surreal four-way kiss.

When they pulled back Adam grinned at Mark. “Let’s do it, mate. Let’s watch them beat their meat and bust their fucking loads. They stared at the men in the mirror, watching their bodies flex and their eyes flash as they pounded their cocks in their fists. They saw the bodies shudder, saw the heads fly back and heard the men howl as their cocks erupted in jets of semen that slammed against the mirror and streamed down the glass.

They both dropped to their knees, leaned forward and licked the cum off the glass. Cheek to cheek they sucked up the jizz, then turned to each other and shared it in a hungry kiss. When they broke apart Adam turned to face the two men in the mirror. He flashed his broad Aussie grin and said, “Good on ya’ mates. You were fucking brilliant.”

Turning back to Mark he said. “OK, they’re gone – it’s just you and me now, bro. But the best part is we can get them back whenever we want. Just look in our magic mirror.”

They collapsed on the floor with laughter. “Damn that was a trip,” Mark grinned. As they stared at each other they both knew they had broken through a barrier of some kind. The private act they had played out was in its way more intimate even than fucking. They had shared an erotic fantasy that was so intense it had sealed their union as equal alpha buddies and made their former rivalry seem petty.

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Except that what they had done was less private than they imagined.

In the tent a short distance away in the dunes Mark’s boy Jamie and Adam’s boy Nate had spent the night together, which included long talks, lots of laughter and, of course, sex. In a way they were celebrating their first meeting years ago when Jamie and Mark were up here on a visit and had been working out in front of their shack.

Nate, at that time a rather lonely tourist from Sydney, had stumbled across them and, crouched behind a dune, had jerked off watching them bench pressing by the shack. But he had been attacked by a couple of young hooligans and Mark had rescued him and terrified his attackers. Jamie and Nate had taken an instant liking to each other and remained best buddies ever since, sharing their mutual love of surfing. They were now senior boys in the tribe.

Soon after they had woken in their tent Jamie’s cell phone had rung. It was Will who had spent the night with the twins two miles down the beach in Zack’s shack. He announced that he and the twins intended to prepare breakfast and gave them a rather formal invitation to join them. “We’ve set up a table on the porch here and breakfast will be ready in an hour, sir. Er, could you tell Mark and Adam too ‘cos I don’t want to, like, interrupt them if they’re … you know.”

Jamie grinned, “Leave it to me, kiddo, I’ll tell them. Did you have a good night with the twins?

“Oh yes, sir,” Will replied enthusiastically. “We even … oh, maybe I should keep it for later, sir.”

“I’ll look forward to that,” Jamie chuckled. “I get off hearing about your sex life, Will, you know that. And after breakfast we’ll walk it off coming back here for your first surfing lesson.”

“I got the gist of that, mate,” Nate said after Jamie shut off the phone. “But we better be careful about interrupting the guys too. Come on, dude, let’s check it out.”

They pulled on their shorts and walked through the dunes to the shack. The door was still closed, no signs of life, so they went quietly round the shack and peered in at the back window. Adam had just come out of the shower and they soon realized what was up – definitely not something to be interrupted.

Nate whispered to Jamie. “Maybe we should come back later.” But when they saw Adam turn to the mirror and flex his muscles they grinned, “Nah …” and watched the whole thing. “Reminds me of that first time,” Nate said, “when I spied on you and Mark. Best thing I ever did or I wouldn’t have been here now with my best buddy. Jeez that looks hot.””

As the action intensified they pulled their dicks out of their shorts and watched with mounting excitement. “Bloody brilliant,” Nate breathed. “Those blokes really know how to put on a show.”

And when the mirror fantasy reached its crescendo where the guys made love to their mirror images and then each other, the boys matched the men climax for climax and blasted their loads all over the wall of the shack.

Jamie’s eyes sparkled. “I’ve never seen Mark do anything like that. He’s usually the cool, tough police officer. It was so … intense … intimate. I feel guilty about watching.”

Nate laughed. “Adam wouldn’t care about being spied on – it’s all fun to him. Come on, mate, let’s get the cum stains off our shorts and knock on the door like nothing happened.

When they went in Mark and Adam were about to get in the shower. Jamie relayed the message from Will and Mark said, “Sounds great. Give us ten minutes.”

The boys grinned at each other. Even if they had seen nothing they would still be aware that something pretty wild had gone on. The room fairly pulsed with sexual vibrations, the whole place was redolent of sex. And if further evidence were needed they saw streaks on the mirror that could only be jizz. “Let’s wait on the porch, dude,” Jamie said. “Give them some space.”

Soon the men came out in their board shorts and Mark said, “OK, guys let’s hit the road. I’m fucking starving. Those guys always put on a good spread, though they only had Zack’s little kitchen to work with.”

They jogged down the beach, Adam and Nate in front, Mark and Jamie following. “Were you guys OK in that tent, Jamie?”

“More than OK, sir. There’s something about sex in a tent – kind of like a boy scout fantasy. Least, it was with us.”

“Who was the scout master?” Mark grinned.

“We took turns,” Jamie laughed. They jogged in silence for a while, then Jamie said, “Sir, there’s something I got to tell you – a confession. See, Nate and me … when we came to the shack to wake you, we looked in the window first and saw … I mean you and Adam were … anyway, I’m sorry, sir but … we watched it all.”

There was a tense silence, then Mark said, “And what did you think?”

“I thought it was spectacular, sir. It was so hot that Nate and me jerked off all over the side of the shack. That stuff with the mirror … wow. Only thing was, sir, I wished it was me there with you instead of Adam.”

“You think you could handle stuff like that, buddy? It’s pretty intense, you know. You have to get inside the other guy’s head.”

“But that’s what I want with you, sir. I love it when I feel like … we’re inside each other. And I don’t only mean when your dick’s in my ass,” Jamie grinned, “although that’s pretty cool too.”

“Then we’ll set it up, Jamie – when we get back to town. Man, I get hard just thinking about it.” Another silence, then, “I’m glad you watched, Jamie.” A smile crossed the cop’s face. “Just don’t do it again, boy, or I’ll handcuff you to the bed and cream your ass.”

“Is that a threat or a promise, sir?”

“You are sailing real close to the wind, boy. Cut it out.”

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“Perfect timing,” Kyle said as the quartet approached Zack’s shack. The brothers Kyle and Kevin and their boy Will were standing on the porch next to a table with a white cloth over it (actually a white bedsheet). Will was wearing his familiar dark green apron and white chef’s hat at a rakish angle, his freckled face beaming, eyes sparkling behind his owl frame glasses.

“Welcome to Maison Zack, gentlemen. Coffee and juice are on the table, breakfast in a few minutes.” He disappeared into the shack and Adam said, “Good on ya, mates, for doing all this. Dunno how you managed with that small kitchen.

“Ah that’s thanks to Will,” Kevin said, “he’s no stranger to a tiny kitchen. In the little apartment he lived in on his own he cooked up all kinds of stuff on a small stove where only two burners worked. Sit down guys, you must be starving.”

It was a festive meal as everyone had had a great night – the twins and Will in this shack, Jamie and Nate in their tent, and or course Mark and Adam discovering new depths in Mark’s shack. Will was in his element, cooking and serving food, and he blushed deeply when all the men raised their juice glasses in a toast to him.

They relaxed and took their time until Jamie said. “Look, Nate, surf’s getting up. Soon be just right for a beginner, Will. Later in the afternoon the wind gets up and the waves will be too big for you to stay safe, but for the next few hours it’ll be perfect. We should get going soon – work off this meal with a brisk walk up the beach and then we’ll show you how to wax a board.

After clearing away the breakfast things they locked up the shack and set off for their two-mile walk up the beach. Jamie and Nate led the way with Will keeping up beside them. He was a little apprehensive about his lessons, scared of looking like a klutz beside these two expert surfers. But he loved being in their company and felt almost like one of them as they openly shared their thoughts with each other.

“Dude,” Nate said to Jamie, “it’s so cool how Adam and Mark have got over all that rivalry stuff and become real tight buddies.”

“No kidding,” Jamie grinned. “I was afraid when things exploded between them that would be the end of their friendship and ours, not to mention this weekend getaway. And you would have missed out on your surfing, Willy boy. That would have been a real bummer.”

“I hope you’re not expecting too much, sir. I’ve never so much as touched a surfboard before.”

“But you can swim, right?”

“Oh yes, sir, I was on the swim team in high school and I was pretty good.”

“How did you do in competitions?”

“Well, I never actually got to go on swim meets with other schools ‘cos that cost money and my dad said we couldn’t afford it. He wouldn’t let me go so eventually I had to drop out.”

There was an uneasy silence as Jamie and Nate exchanged pained looks. Then Nate brightened the mood. “Well, mate, the good news is our lessons come free.”

“Er, well kind of,” Jamie interjected. “I mean, not cash money, but we might ask a pupil to put out and service both of us, especially if he’s a good looking redhead with a cute ass.”

“No problem there, sir,” Will grinned. “I’d do that even without the lessons.”

At the shack Jamie selected a board for Will and showed him how to wax it, while Mark, Adam and the twins settled down on the porch with more coffee. When the boards were waxed Will took off his glasses and gave them to the twins. “Good luck, kiddo. You sure look the part in those snazzy board shorts. We’ll all be watching … no pressure or anything,” Kyle grinned.

Will had no problem lying on his stomach on the board and paddling out to deeper water, though it was hard to keep up with the two senior boys who had developed greater upper body strength from years of doing this. When they reached the deep-water swell behind the waves Jamie and Nate easily pulled themselves up astride the boards while Nate struggled clumsily until he was sitting upright.”

“OK Will,” Jamie said, “first I want you to stay right there and watch while Nate and me take the first wave. Watch how we paddle faster, gather speed then pull ourselves up on the board and balance.” As he watched them demonstrate Will became even more nervous seeing how elegantly they mounted their boards then spread their arms and rode the wave.

When they paddled back Jamie said, “You see, kiddo. How did that look?”

“It looked kinda hard, sir … and it sure made my cock hard watching you.”

They laughed and Nate said, “Next wave you give it a try. We’ll give a shout when it’s just the right moment to stand up.”

“I’m sure I’m gonna mess up, sir.”

“No worries, mate, everyone messes up at first.”

They felt the swell, glanced back, saw the sea rising and paddled forward, then Jamie yelled, “Now!” Will clenched his jaw determinedly, pulled himself up, wobbled on the board for a few seconds before plunging back in the waves. When he surfaced, sputtering, the boys were right there to haul him back on his board. “Brilliant,” Nate said. “Most first-timers can’t even get up and you stood there longer than most blokes. You’re a natural, mate.”

“And so it went, with a mix of encouragement from the boys and clenched-jaw determination from Will until, after many spills and much laughter, Will finally rode a wave almost to shore before tumbling off. After that he had a blast, gaining in skill and confidence until he was, as Jamie said, “surfing like a pro, kiddo”.

Will discovered how addictive it could be, waiting for the swell, paddling forward fast, then pulling himself up on the board, hoping that this would be the perfect wave. But as Jamie had predicted the wind freshened, the current got faster and the waves higher. One especially scary wave crashed onshore like thunder and Jamie said, “Good job you didn’t take that one, kiddo, but I think you should call it a day. One more for you, and see if you can ride it to shore.”

Will agreed – he was tired anyway. That previous wave was the last of a set, the swell was calmer now and the next wave would be smaller. So when Jamie gave his OK Will pulled himself on his board, found his balance, stretched his arms out to the side … and rode the wave triumphantly until it skidded up on the sand.

Proudly he tucked the board under his arm and trudged up to the shack to receive a standing ovation from the four men. “Good on ya, mate,” Adam laughed, “that was bloody brilliant. You’re ready for Bondi or Manly in Sydney. When you come down under I’ll be proud to introduce you to my Aussie mates as my California surfer buddy.

The twins hugged Will and he sat with them to watch and admire the guys’ surfing skills. Mark and Adam exchanged glances and Mark said, “If you guys will excuse us I told Adam I’d show him the cove just round the headland north of here. I’ll get a blanket and we’ll hang out there for a while. Mark went into the shack and Adam shouted, “Bring some beer too, mate.”

They set off a few minutes later and were soon out of sight round the headland.

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Jamie and Nate stayed out a while longer but eventually rode to shore, executing a perfect double landing on the shore. “Very classy guys,” Kyle grinned, “and if I may say so, very sexy.”

Nate grinned, “And pretty exhausting too. Hey Jamie, I’m kinda bushed. You feel like a nap in the tent?”

“Sounds like a plan, dude. You guys don’t mind if we …?”

“Go for it, guys. Have a good nap.” Kyle grinned and stressed that last word, knowing full well that it would be a bit more than a nap. After hours in the waves surfers may feel tired, but they sure as hell feel horny – something about sitting astride the boards, their balls feeling the swell rising and falling beneath them, and the adrenaline rush of speeding atop a wave.

So off they went and Kevin said, “Funny how on a lazy weekend guys eventually pair off – Mark and Adam to their cove, Nate and Jamie to their tent. Must be something in the air…”

“… or in the water,” Kyle grinned. They smiled at each other in a way Will recognized by now. He could sense when they wanted to be alone and he realized that they had not had a minute to themselves since they left home yesterday. One thing he never wanted to do was crowd them.

He mumbled an excuse for going inside and leaving them alone on the porch. He checked out the supplies for dinner that evening and when he opened the fridge he frowned. The two six-packs of beer that had been there earlier were still there so he went to check with the twins. “Sirs, there are still two six-packs in the fridge. I thought Mark took some beer with him.”

“So did I,” Kyle said. “Did you see him take them with him, Kev?”

“Come to think of it no, just the blanket. Damn, he must have forgotten.”

“Sirs,” Will said, an idea dawning on him where he could leave the twins alone for a while. “I could take it to them.”

The twins exchanged glances. “Well,” Kevin said uncertainly, “you could, I suppose, but I wouldn’t want you to interrupt them if they are … you know.”

“You mean fucking, sir? No problem there, I know how to be discreet. If they’re fucking or sucking or stuff like that I’ll just leave the beer near them, somewhere they’d find it, and then sneak away.”

“Well, I guess,” Kyle said. “OK, take four bottles in your backpack, but don’t wade out round the headland like they did ‘cos the tide’s coming in. You can get to the cove the back way over the dunes. You can’t miss it. Better put your sneakers on though ‘cos the sand’s hot.

And so it was that a few minutes later young Will slung his backpack over his shoulders and set off across the dunes, leaving the twins behind him in blissful solitude to do what brothers did when left alone – what these brothers did anyway.

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As Will tramped through the dunes he reflected on how happy he was. In fact, he thought, he got happier and happier as the days went on. The change in his life had been a challenge – like learning to have sex – sucking dick, fucking and – the tough one – getting fucked.

And then even today things like learning to surf without making a total idiot of himself. He remembered the guys standing on the porch cheering him on and the pride in the twins’ eyes. Above all he wanted to please the twins and make them proud of them. He loved them and owed them so much.

He was becoming less nervous too, though some of the senior men still scared him a bit. Even now he wasn’t sure what he was going to find but he told himself that all he had to do was stay out of the way of Mark and Adam. He had learned by now that what the masters did was no concern of a boy like him and he should not get involved.

And suddenly there they were – in the distance. He had come to a high dune that blocked his view of the ocean so he clambered up it and saw Mark and Adam playing in the surf. He lay on his belly and watched them, their muscular bodies gleaming wet as they wrestled in the shallow surf. He could hear their shouts and laughter as first one had the advantage then the other.

Will peered over the edge of the dune and saw right below him the big blanket spread out on the beach … along with their shorts. He looked up again and realized that the men were wrestling naked. What should he do? He reckoned he could quickly slide down the dune, leave the beer and skedaddle as he had planned without them seeing him.

He stood up but instantly bobbed down again as he saw the men walking out of the water and heading up the beach. If he went down to the blanket they would see him so he just stayed put for now. If he stood up now to run away they might spot him and think he was spying on them so he decided to bide his time and maybe leave when they were at the foot of the dune and wouldn’t see him.

Besides, he thought, as he watched them stride up the beach together, their cocks swinging between their legs, he had another reason for staying. Since he had joined the tribe he had learned a whole lot watching the other men and boys. He was so new to all this sex and the games the guys played and he wanted to learn everything they do so he could do it with the twins later. He wasn’t really spying – he preferred to call it research.

So he hid behind the dune and found that if he peered through the dune grass he had a clear view of the blanket below without fear of being seen. In any case the men seemed completely absorbed in each other right now.

They were standing smiling at each other, water still running down them, following the musculature of their bodies – down their faces and neck, down the cleft of their pecs, over the ridges of their abs, through their pubic hair and dripping off their cocks. Will had to hold his breath to stop gasping out loud.

Adam grinned, “Man, you are so fucking gorgeous, it’s a shame I wrestled you to a submission out there. Proves I’m the top man, mate.”

“Bullshit,” Mark said. “When I had you pinned you were finished but I let you go. Didn’t wanna humiliate you and admit I’m the top.”

“No worries mate,” Adam chuckled, “bottom and top are a state of mind – who cares? We can be both – I’ll show you. On your back, officer.” Mark lay on his back on the blanket staring up at the naked Aussie, his cock now standing out stiff as a poker.

“Damn, I need this real bad,” Adam said, standing astride Mark’s chest. Mark grinned as he realized the Aussie’s game plane. Adam bent his knees, sank down slowly and paused, his ass hovering over Mark’s iron-hard cock. “Here it comes, big guy,” Adam grinned. “I’m gonna fuck your cock while you spear my hot ass. Yeeeah …” he groaned as he sank down and let Mark’s shaft penetrate his ass until he was sitting on the mass of his wiry pubic hair.

Mark sighed, “Holy shit, bro, your ass feels so fucking good. Come on, ride that cock you son of a bitch.

“Please?”

“Fuck you, man.”

“No, fuck you, officer,” Adam laughed. He rose up off the cock then plunged down again and soon he was bouncing on it like a cowboy on a rodeo bull.

Above them a freckled face stared wide-eyed though the dune grass. It was a wild spectacle, the naked cop on his back, his long shaft piercing the ass of the handsome Aussie who was calling the shots above him. Will was making mental notes. Hard to decide who was the top man. Adam was on top but Mark was fucking his ass. That’s the point I guess, Will thought. There is no top and bottom, just two macho guys getting it on.

He tried to see it as a lesson, imagining himself doing this for first Kyle then Kevin. But the image was so pornographic that Will had to grit his teeth to stop his cock from spilling its load.

Soon the men were getting close. Adam grabbed his own cock and pounded it in his fist. With his other hand he grabbed Mark’s blond hair and pulled his face forward. “Open up stud.” Mark’s jaw sagged open, Adam rode him hard, pounded his own cock fast and howled as it shot semen all the way to Mark’s face and into his wide open mouth.

As he swallowed Adam’s juice Mark arched his back, pushed his cock deep in the Aussie’s ass and blasted his cum deep inside. His breath heaving, Adam sank down on Mark’s pubic hair and grinned down at him while their cocks drained. “Damn you are a hot mother fucker,” Adam grinned. “I could sit right here till you’re ready to go again.”

“Don’t push your luck cowboy or you might get thrown off the horse and trampled on,” Mark grinned. Slowly Adam rose up and Mark’s cock slid out of his ass.

Will watched carefully. When he had sex with the twins this was the part he always fumbled, what the twins called the dismount. So he craned his neck to get a better view of how the experts did it and leaned forward … so far forward that the sand gave way beneath him and he found himself sliding headfirst down the dune.

“What the fuck?” Mark said as the boy landed in a heap between the startled men. He flipped Will over on his back and they knelt at either side of him.

Adam grinned. “Nice of you to drop in mate. Were you spying on us, kid?”

“Yeah,” Mark said, “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Will looked up at them, blinked fast and answered breathlessly … “Research, sir.”

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“Research?” The men’s instinct was to burst out laughing but they curbed it by staring at each other and clenching their jaws. “And what exactly were you researching, kid?”

Will looked around for his glasses that had fallen off in the tumble, found them, cleaned off the sand and put them on. He gulped, blinked behind the owl glasses and stared at Mark and Adam who both curbed the urge to hug him.

“Well, sirs, it’s like this. See, I’m new to all this sex stuff and there’s a lot to learn. Before I became the twins’ boy and joined the tribe I had never even touched a guy – except in porn mags and that don’t count. But I learned fast, mostly by watching what other guys did – kinda like watching you, sir. See? Research.”

Still smothering smiles they tried to look stern and Adam said, “I get it – kind of a learning tool.” Will nodded, pleased that they understood. “So, kiddo, how’s your education going? What have you learned so far?”

“Well, sir …” Will was warming to his theme. “First I jacked off watching guys fuck, like I used to with pornos, and I found that live guys are much more sexy, don’t you think?”

“Hm,” Adam mused, “given a choice of live or dead, we Aussies usually go for the live ones.”

Will frowned, not sure he was getting through to them. “Anyway, then I got my dick sucked and I realized that actual contact was better still, especially when I learned to suck dick myself. I sixty-nined with my buddy Ben, Jason’s boy, and had a circle jerk with the other junior boys. So, hand jobs, blow jobs, jack-offs, you name it.”

“What about butt-fucking?” Mark asked

“Ah well that was the tough one, sir, ‘cos my dad tried to force me to do that so I ran away from home and swore off butts forever. Or so I thought, until I went to the Grady House and watched Mario fuck Grady, who’s a big movie star, plays Tarzan. Then Grady asked me to fuck him and I said I had never done that, but he said he has lots and lots of times and he’d show me how. I mean, fucking Tarzan? A boy would be stupid not to do that, so I did – I actually fucked Tarzan!

“And after that I was off to the races. The last big thing was me getting fucked in the ass and the twins took care of that. They are so cool, sirs, and they could do anything to me ‘cos I love them so much. And now I love taking it up the butt, can’t get enough of it. I even learned to take it from Randy whenever he works me out in the gym, and that … well … let me tell you, a guy ain’t been fucked until he’s taken that huge gypsy cock up the ass.”

Mark said, “We’re right there with you on that one, Will, right Adam?” The Aussie rolled his eyes.

“I do bondage too, and Randy showed me the best way to tie knots. But I’ve still got stuff to learn, sir, like sitting on a cock the way you did. I mean you two guys together … you’re what we chefs call the cream of the cream. I think the French call it crème de la … whatever, I’m getting off track here.

“Anyway, when I saw you coming out of the water with those big dicks swinging … you get the picture … I figured I should stick around to study how the experts do it, see what new things I could learn.”

“Research!” Mark smiled.

“Exactly, sir.” The freckled face broke into a big grin. “I knew you’d understand.”

“Well, kiddo,” Mark said, “it seems you’ve had a pretty extensive education so far. What d’you think, Adam?”

“Reckon so. I can’t think of much else … except … you ever had a prostate orgasm, Will?”

Will’s brow puckered. “A what, sir?”

“Hm, thought not. See, mate, when you take it up the butt the thing that feels best is when the dick massages your prostate. That’s what makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Some guys call it your love button.”

Will’s eyes opened wide behind his glasses. “Really, sir? I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, and you don’t even need a cock really. There are other ways to massage the love button. What d’ya think, Mark? A small demonstration?”

“Sure, why not? I don’t think the twins would mind. Provided we call it research. A kind of follow-up to your previous studies atop the dune. You think we could call it research, Will?”

“Yes please, sir.” Will’s eyes sparkled under his glasses.

“Right, mates,” Adam said. “Will, you’re the bloke who always carries lube, right?”

“Absolutely, sir. Never leave home without it.” He fished in his shorts pocket, pulled out his faithful tube of lube and handed it to Adam. Mark grinned at Adam and pulled Will’s shorts off. He lay back on the blanket and watched as Adam squeezed lube on his finger.

The fun loving Aussie was playing this to the hilt. “OK, Will, think of this as your classroom and us blokes as your teachers. We’ll call this the finger-fuck lab and I’ll explain the process as we go. No need to take notes – you’ll remember it all, we guarantee. So, we take a well-lubed finger and insert it gently in the ass, like so.” Kneeling beside him Adam reached down between his legs and slid his finger into him.

Will gazed up at the handsome, muscular Aussie and could have cum just looking at him, even before he felt his finger inside him. Reading his mind Adam said, “One important thing, you mustn’t blow your wad. That would ruin the experiment and we’d have to wait before starting over from the beginning. OK, I’m searching with my finger and your prostate is right here, up front behind you balls. Take a deep breath ‘cos I’m gonna touch your love button.

Will gasped … “Aaaah …. Aaaah …Aaaah!” He reached reflexively for his cock but Adam grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the ground beside his head. “Like I said, mate. If you cum the experiment’s fucked. Hey Mark, I think we’ve got a live one here. You wanna grab a piece of the action?”

Mark knelt on his other side, lubed his finger and slid it in beside Adam’s. “You feel OK, Will?”

“Yes thank you sir, but I think I’m gonna cum.”

“No,” Mark said, “that’s part of the deal, kid. It’s what we call edging – bringing a boy to the edge of orgasm and then pulling back so he howls with frustration. You’ll love it.”

“I already learned about edging sir … but don’t stop, sir, I’m sure there’s more to learn.”

“Oh we won’t stop unless you tell us too if it gets too much.”

“That’s never gonna happen, sir.”

“Good. In the spirit of research think of yourself as a student who’s volunteered for a lab experiment with two of his teachers. Only difference here is that the teachers are not in white coats – they’re buck naked.”

“And gorgeous, sir.” Will grinned.

“Yeah, that too.” Mark grinned at Adam. “OK, professor, let’s show the class what happens when a kid gets finger fucked.”

Mark pinned Will’s wrist to the ground as Adam was doing and Will felt a surge of excitement to be at the mercy of these two beautiful men. He breathed deeply as one finger slid gently over his prostate, then the other. His cock jerked, the fingers pulled away, then massaged again.

Professor Adam’s deep voice continued his commentary, which Will now realized was all part of his Aussie sense of fun. “What we’re doing now is slowly increasing the pressure on the love button, testing the subject’s sexual reflexes, pushing up to the limit, then easing the pressure until the desire subsides before re-applying the pressure. It is interesting to note ….”

His voice faded into white noise as Will surrendered to the incredible sensation in his ass, more intense than anything he had ever felt there before. When both men massaged his prostate his eye really did roll back in his head and it felt like the best orgasm of his life. “I’m gonna cum … I’m cumming … I’m cumming … yeaaah!”

He shuddered, his head thrashed from side to side … and he realized that he had not cum. He felt an exquisite sensation in the tip of his cock, but he had not shot one drop of jizz. The frustration he felt was appeased when the massage resumed and he was again slowly brought to the pitch of desire … a mental climax but a dry one.

Somewhere in the depth of his euphoria he heard the Aussie voice intone, “You will notice that the subject experiences a faux orgasm that is indistinguishable from a real climax …” But again he drifted back to a state of acute desire and the agonizing ecstasy of denied orgasm.

Will gazed up at the two stunningly beautiful men smiling down at him, one dark, the other blond, muscle-gods backlit by the sun … and he surrendered completely. As they massaged his ass together he felt the blessed release of putting himself totally in their power. They were his masters, pinning him to the ground, free to use him as they pleased and he would love it all – the thrill of repeated near-orgasm driving him to a pitch of desire and a wild sensation of continuous ejaculation.

After more of this exhilarating torment Mark eventually grinned at Adam and they knew they had to release him from his sexual bondage. “Will,” Mark said, breaking through the mist of fantasy and bringing him back to reality. “Adam and me want to see you shoot that load that’s been bursting your balls. You think you’re ready?”

“Yes, please, sir. Sirs, please let me cum … please sirs …” The double massage intensified, he struggled, screamed, “Thank you sirs … I love you … I’m gonna cum … I’m cumming!”

And this time he really did. His cock spurted juice like a fountain, rising in the air then splashing down on his face and chest, then again, and again, like the never-ending orgasm he had imagined before, except this time it was real.

He stared up at the men in a daze and Adam laughed, “Good on ya, mate. The experiment was completely successful. OK that’s it, guys. Class dismissed.”

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Will lay back on the blanket with the men propped on an elbow on either side of him. Mark said, “You see, Will, one thing you need to know about education is it never ends. No matter how much you know there’s always something new to learn. But this ‘research’ claim of yours. Was that the real reason you came to find us?”

“Oh no, sir. The real reason was beer.”

Adam’s eyes lit up. “Beer? Did someone say beer?”

“Yes, sir, you forgot to bring it. You left it at the shack so I offered to bring it. I thought the twins needed some time to themselves.”

“And …? Beer? Did you bring it?”

“Yes, sir. I told you, that’s why I came – that and research, sir.” They stared at him and at last the penny dropped. “Oh, you want it, sirs. Sure, I’ll go get it.” He scrambled up the dune he had fallen down and Mark smiled at Adam. “Love that kid to death.”

Will slid back down the dune with his back pack and handed out the bottles. “Take one for yourself, kid,” Mark said. “You deserve it.”

They sprawled on the blanket and Adam said, “So, Will, from what you were telling us you’ve had a great sex education with the tribe, but how’s everything else? You fitting in OK?”

“Oh sure, sir. Like I was saying the twins are wonderful and it feels great when they tell me they love me. But you know what’s even better? I love them! See I never had anyone to love before – I didn’t even know what love felt like. But now, when I come back to the house after a catering job I feel all tingly knowing they’re waiting for me.” Mark and Adam listened affectionately.

“Before, when I lived alone I always came back to an empty apartment. No one to love, not even Norman until Pablo rescued him for me. I mean, you think you’re managing on your own, that you like your own company. But then when you meet someone and fall in love you realize that was not true – it was just what they call a …” he frowned “… begins with ‘r’.”

“A rationalization?” Mark smiled.

“That’s the one. You realize what you’ve been missing, that you really needed someone all the time. I fell into a pot of jam and now I got it all, a whole family – like I got two big brothers and two dads. I mean, Bob and Randy are like my dads and everyone loves everyone. It’s perfect.”

The men glanced at each other and smiled. Then Mark said, “That fight I broke up when Randy rescued you from your real dad and beat him up and butt-fucked him. When I showed up there seemed to be a lot more going on.”

“Oh there was, sir. You missed the best part. Seth, that’s my dad, was yelling blue murder and calling Randy words I wouldn’t even repeat. But Randy won, of course and totally wasted him, then fucked his ass to punish him for trying to fuck me. My dad hated me ‘cos he suspected I liked men and said that me and all the others would all burn in hell.

“But here’s the deal, sir, the real amazing part. When Randy fucked my dad … Seth ended up liking it, I swear to god. You could tell by the look in his eyes and the way he asked for more. I mean, he would never admit anything like that but Randy knew – he always knows about stuff like that. And you heard what Randy said to us all afterwards. He said Seth would be back for more. Like I said, Randy’s always right about stuff like that.”

“Yeah, he is,” Mark grinned. “OK, guys, hate to break up the party but it’s time for us to be making tracks. The twins’ll be worrying, wondering what we’ve been up to.”

“Will you tell them, kiddo?” Adam grinned.

“Oh sure, sir. I tell the twins everything.”

Adam chuckled. “Good on ya, mate. You know what, those guys are lucky to have you.”

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What Will couldn’t know as he spoke was that Randy’s prediction was to come true later that same day, sooner than anyone could have imagined.

As it was Saturday Randy had let the crew go early and was going over last minute stuff with his co-boss Zack. When Zack left he came back and poked his head in the door. “Hey, Randy, there’s some guy at the gate asking for you by name. Big husky good-looking guy. If he’s looking for a job I’d say he’d fit right in. See you later, bro.”

Randy finished up, locked the trailer door and strode out to the gate, wearing his usual work gear of grimy jeans, boots and a greasy tank hanging over his muscular chest. The visitor was standing with his back to him and when he turned round Randy was looking at the dark stubbled face of Seth, his powerful body evident under an old gray T-shirt and black jeans.

Randy’s hackles rose on full alert, his old anger simmering as he recalled how the man had treated his son Will. “What the fuck you doing here, man? You come looking for a job? Or you want another thrashing?”

The man shifted uneasily. “Fuck you, man. You know what I came for.”

Their eyes met and they both knew, as they felt their cocks stiffen. “Come with me,” Randy said.

Seth followed Randy across the construction site and they ended up in an adjoining building. It was a huge, empty barn of a place, run-down and ominous, with broken windows, high beams, bare walls, and a filthy dirt floor. The construction company had bought the place as a much needed extra warehouse, but it was still waiting for renovations.

Randy walked to the middle of floor and turned to face Seth. His voice echoed in the gloomy cavernous building. “OK, stud, we both know why you’re here. Let’s see what you got.”

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TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Book 9: Chapter 35