Trial Of Strength (Book 14)

As the tribe gathers at the Grady House, young Finn feels out of place – an ex-hustler, still just a piece of rough trade despite his job as gardener in the big house. But that changes when the handsome Italian Mario finds him digging in the garden. It’s the classic fantasy of the master of the house showing the roughneck gardener who’s boss – until Finn turns the tables.

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"THE ROUGH-TRADE GARDENER GETS A LESSON"

Men and boys had started to arrive at the Grady House for a party – a celebration for some and recuperation for others.  A small group was gathering for an early lunch, headed up by the hosts – the movie heartthrob Grady and his Italian boyfriend Mario.  With them were the tribe’s leaders, Randy and Bob; Forest Ranger Pete and his boy Brandon; and Grady’s boy Brian.

Brandon and Brian had been boyfriends for a long time.  They were both in wheelchairs and that shared experience increased the depth of their affection for each other.  However, at this lunch there were signs of scratchiness in their relationship, the first small signs of resentment. They began showing off to a new boy, Angelo, and one-upping each other. The ever-sensitive Bob noticed this and exchanged troubled glances with Pete.

“’Course,” Brandon was saying, “I’ve been in the tribe a lot longer than Brian.  We have quite a history.  Brian was living a solitary life in a run-down trailer in a shabby trailer park in the desert.  His Uncle Mike told me about him and I went out to see him.  I showed him that life in a wheelchair was not a death sentence, and that I could do most anything other boys did.”

Brian cut him off, “So anyway, I came to L.A. and we became friends.  And look at me now.  I’m the boy of a gorgeous movie star.  Guys all over the world would love to be me.”

Brandon smirked, “But you haven’t married him, like Pete and I just have, or even been adopted by him.”

“Dude, everyone knows that would be impossible.  The publicity would be brutal.  But Grady loves me, and when he paid for a new wing of Doc Chad’s hospital he named it after me – the Brian House.  That’s something no other boy has – his name over the doors of a whole new hospital wing.”

“Yeah, and not many boys can say they run the business affairs of a whole company like I do.”

“While I take care of Grady and Mario.”

As soon as he said the words Brian knew how lame the boast sounded compared with Brandon’s. Both boys realized that the tone of the conversation had become slightly embarrassing, and they were saved by Brandon’s Pete.  He jumped in with a smile.

“Guys, you are both wonderful kids, each with your own talents and achievements.  Everyone loves you and it warms my heart to see how you both love each other.  I see that as one of the tribe’s biggest achievements, bringing you two together.”

Pete’s words, calm and wise as always, brought them back to reality and they both blushed and grinned shyly at each other.  Brandon leaned over and kissed Brian, who whispered, “Sorry, dude.”

. <><>    Doc Chad Gives Brandon & Brian a project    <><>

The meal continued in perfect harmony and it was winding down when the gate buzzer sounded. Bob said, “That’s probably Doc Chad.  He’s coming to check on me every day after my heart attack and said he would be here about this time.”

He was right.  The handsome doctor came in, dressed in his dark blue hospital scrubs, on his way home from working overnight at the hospital.

He was greeted enthusiastically and accepted Mario’s invitation to join them.  But first he pulled out his stethoscope and performed a cursory examination of his patient.  “Hmm, very good ... strong, steady heartbeat ... I’d say you were well on the way to recovery, Bob.”  Chad looked around the table.  “Actually, I’m glad that Brandon and Brian are here together because I wanted to have a word with them about work.  I’ll go into the details later, I don’t want to interrupt the festivities now.”

“OK, you got us intrigued, doc,” Pete said.  “Can’t you give us a clue?”

They all stared at him, waiting so he relented.  “Well, the idea came to me as I’ve always been impressed by how well you two boys navigate the world and don’t let those wheelchairs limit your independence.  So, I have a project in mind at the hospital.  It’s sensitive work that would mean you two working closely together as a team – a team of two.  D’you think you boys would be up for something like that?”

Brandon and Brian looked at each other, touched hands and exchanged loving smiles. Any hint of rivalry was forgotten.

“The thing is this,” Chad said.  “Now that we’ve opened the Brian House for pediatric care we are starting to see that some of our young patients who have serious injuries will need wheelchairs, some for a limited time, but some, unfortunately for the rest of their lives.  “Naturally that is shattering news for a youngster – he feels his life is over.

“We have therapists and counselors who try telling them they can still live independent lives, but an older person, a professional talking to them in clinical terms, doesn’t have much impact.  It’s in one ear and out the other.  They’re thinking, how the hell would you know?

“That’s just the way it was with me, doc,” Brian said. “My reaction was to run away to that shabby old trailer park in the desert and live a lonely life in a cheap trailer living on disability payments.   At first lots of people tried to talk me out of my depression, like you said, doc, but I didn’t want to hear it.   How could they know what it was really like, anyway?”

Chad smiled.  “But things changed when Brandon came out to see you, eh?”

“I’ll say.  At first I thought, here we go, another do-gooder.  But Brandon was smart.  He didn’t try to give me that tired life’s-not-over speech.  We talked about everyday stuff and he told me about his life, living alone at first before he joined the tribe.  He made me forget he was in a wheelchair and I saw a glimmer of hope that I could be like him. 

“So he brought me to L.A., and introduced me to the tribe, especially Grady and Mario.” He squeezed their hands.  “And the rest is history.”

Chad laughed.  “Brian, you just gave the speech I was going to give, though it was much more powerful coming from a young man who’s actually lived through it all.”

Brandon chipped in.  “Don’t you think, sir, it’s better to teach by example – by actions not words?”

“Exactly my philosophy, Brandon.  Which is why I want you two to give us a few hours of your time each week to come and speak to these devastated young men.  Watching you two together and hearing your story will be the best tonic they could have.

“What a terrific idea,” Pete said.  “Don’t you think, Brandon?”

“I’m already working out how we’ll do it, sir.  Like I said, action is better than words.  And it’ll be great working so closely with Brian on such an important project.”

Grady grinned.  “And to think of you, Brian, teaching in the Brian House.  Has a great ring to it.  Seems just right somehow,”

The boys put their heads together talking excitedly, while Bob smiled at Chad.  “Thanks for coming up with that, doc.  It’s perfect.  You’re not only a great surgeon, you’re a planner and diplomat too.  I can see why you’re the head honcho at the hospital.”  He raised his glass.  “Gentlemen, a toast.  To Chad ... and to Brian and Brandon.”

It was a happy group who drank the toast, forgetting all the former bickering, and watching the new arrivals who were starting to trickle in.

<><>    Finn’s Rough-Trade Image    <><>

A small group arrived together.  Zack, his man Darius, Darius’s boy Ryan, the hot Hispanic Miguel and his boy Finn. 

“What’s all the excitement, guys?” Zack asked.

They briefly filled him in on Chad’s new project, opened more bottles of wine, and a new spirited conversation began.  It was a remarkable feature of the tribe that so many men, of different ages, backgrounds and temperaments, could meld so perfectly together on a wide range of topics.  A true, loving family.

But there was one who didn’t seem to fit in entirely, and stayed mostly silent in the midst of eager chatter.   Miguel’s boy Finn was something of an outlier.  When Miguel took him on as his boy, Finn was quite a challenge – and still was now.

They had quite a colorful history. Miguel, Zack and several other guys who were into leather had gone to a leather fair.  They turned many heads as they walked through the crowds, especially at the slave auction.   One guy especially caught their attention.

Slave auctions were usually light-hearted affairs, but this was a discordant note.  An arrogant bearded leather master stood in front of a chain-link fence where his boy was tied – arms stretched up, legs splayed.  The boy was handsome and sexy in a roughneck way, a street hustler who had lived with a succession of masters.  But his tough, defiant attitude soon alienated them and they passed him on.

But that same attitude, apparent now, turned Miguel on.  Miguel liked a challenge and this rough kid was obviously that.  So he bartered with the bearded master and ended up taking Finn home.  True to form, Finn was resentful and his surly attitude, that he developed for survival as a street hustler, was tough to break.

However, Miguel was such a hot, gorgeous hunk that Finn started to fall in love with him – and Miguel knew it.  So over time they grew close, but Finn’s defiant attitude never went away.  It was a classic version of the old saying – “you can take the boy off the streets, but you can’t take the streets out of the boy.”

Despite his tough, arrogant demeanor, Finn had an inferiority complex because of his background and lack of the polish that so many of the boys here had achieved.  That was evident now as he sat silently next to his man Miguel.

It was not long before he stood up abruptly and said, “Mario, I think I’ll go and do some work on the new rose garden.

One thing Finn was proud of was his skills as a gardener.  He had done most of the landscaping at the tribe’s compound which had caught the eye of Mario.  Mario had been an expert landscape artist in his native Tuscany, and when he became Grady’s lover and they bought the Grady House, he brought his skills with him and put his talents to work on those extensive grounds.

It was too big a task for just one man so he had asked Finn to become his assistant.  Eventually Mario suggested they start a small company, equal partners, something that made Finn proud and boosted his fragile ego.

Now, as he sat with his friends, it was obvious to him that all of them were more self-assured, better educated and more socially adept than he.  He was no better than rough trade.  But there was one area where he felt superior – in the garden.  And that’s where he escaped to now.  The rose garden was a new project and he and Mario worked together on it, sometimes together, sometimes alone, depending on their schedules.

But as he stomped off Zack remarked, “Your boy seems to have a chip on his shoulder, Miguel, that temper of his is showing.  What’s the matter, you not giving him enough action?”

“Oh, he gets plenty of sex, if that’s what you mean, Zack.  But in a crowd like this all the insecurities of an ex-hustler start to show and he takes refuge in what he knows best – the garden. When he gets like this I have to keep an eye on him as he can get rude and insolent.  But I soon cut him down to size.  He can be quite the challenge.”

“Which you love, buddy,” Randy grinned, “you’re crazy about him.  He may be a handful but he’s a hot young stud – in the sack too, I bet.”

“You’re right there, dude,” Miguel chuckled.  “I’ll just let him cool his heels digging the garden, he’ll come around.

<><>    Mario Reasons With Finn    <><>

But it soon became clear that Miguel was overly optimistic.   Finn came back and addressed Mario.  “Dude, you said the borders of the garden should be curved, but I think it’s better with straight lines and angles, so that’s what I’m doing, OK?”

“Well, not really OK, Finn.  We already discussed this at length and we decided on curved borders.”

Finn lost it, and snarled, “No, man, we didn’t decide.  You told me.  You’re the boss so you ordered me.  Whatever happened to ‘equal partners’?.  This so-called partnership is fucked.  I’m the jobbing gardener you hired to do the heavy lifting, the one who gets his hands dirty.  Well that’s not me, dude, I’m better than that.  So I quit.  You can keep you job and stuff it.”

Finn threw down the trowel he was holding and stomped off back to the rose garden.

Miguel slammed his hands on the table and stood up.  “OK, that does it, he’s crossed the line, insulting our house like that in front of you guys.  I’ll teach him a lesson.”

But as Miguel started to move from the table, Mario grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down.  “No, Miguel, please let me handle this.  Finn seems to be feeling insecure.  He insulted me, about our project in my house. When you are home with him you can, of course, discipline him the way you choose, but please let me talk to him, amico ... please.”

Mario could be very persuasive and Miguel hesitatingly relented.  “OK, buddy.  But if he gives you any more lip, come right back and I’ll take over.

“Agreed, thank you, Miguel.  Please, signori, carry on with the party.  And Brian, keep your ear open for new arrivals.”  He picked up a full bottle of white wine and two glasses, smiled gently and went off to find Finn.

Finn had not left the house.  He was standing looking morosely down at the new garden, kicking up earth in frustration.  He glanced at Mario sullenly but did not speak.  He loved the kind, soft-spoken Italian and was confused over what he had said to him.

“Would you like to take a break and share a glass of wine with me, amico?  There’s a nice shady table over there.”  Mario flashed that winning smile that no one could resist, even Finn, and he slouched grimly after him. 

They sat facing each other, Mario uncorked the wine and poured it, then raised his glass.  Finn drank without raising his glass.  “I s’pose you’re gonna fire me.”

Mario chuckled, “I thought you already quit.  But let’s not talk of ugly things like that. Let’s try to work out what’s going on here.  First of all, our partnership.  I’m sorry that maybe I didn’t make it clear from the beginning.  It is an equal partnership, Finn, and I think it’s been working very well.  I enjoy working with you and I always thought you felt the same, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, ‘course I do.”

“Now of course, in any partnership there are disagreements, especially in landscaping, and the partners work to iron their differences out.   You said I’m the boss, and give you orders, but that’s not true.  It’s true that we might reach an impasse on some decisions, but the way I imagined things, is that when we’re working on my garden here, my decision prevails.  Likewise, at your compound, you make the final choice.  How’s that sound?”

Finn hesitated, staring at his glass that he was twisting gloomily. Finally he looked up, squarely into Mario’s smiling brown eyes.  “Dude, I’m sorry I went off on you like that.  I didn’t mean it.  I was just feeling ... I dunno ...”

“Insecure?” said Mario with a kind smile.  “So often when we say things we don’t mean it comes from our insecurity, often something unconnected with the subject.  The thing that hurt me was when you said I think of myself as the boss and look down on you as a jobbing gardener.”  He put his hand over Finn’s.  “That could not be farther from the truth, amico.  I have great respect for you and admire what you’ve done with your life.”

“Yeah, that’s it, ain’t it.  Dragged myself out of the gutter and turned my back on being a street hustler.  But that’s not really true, is it?  The other guys know about my sordid background and I can tell from the way they look at me that that’s the way they still see me and my scruffy ways.  It’s only thanks to Miguel that they put up with me in the tribe – he protects me.”

Mario chuckled. “Finn, there is so much wrong with what you’ve just said.  Oh, it’s true that Miguel protects you, because he loves you – he’s crazy about you.”

“Maybe so, but look at the way we met.  First time he saw me I was a piece of rough trade chained to a fence, a pathetic slave being sold to the highest bidder.  He don’t forget that.”

“Because he doesn’t want to, Finn.  That turned him on, for one thing, but beyond that he saw a sexy, strong-willed defiant young stud, perfect for his boy.  You used the words pathetic slave, but I’d say sexy slave. So he chose you.  Have you stopped loving him?”

The defiance flared.  “No!  Of course not. I love Miguel more each day, we have a great life together.”

“So there you are.  You’re putting yourself down, but in reality you have a lover who is not only drop-dead gorgeous – handsome, strong, with a muscular body that won’t quit, as you all say here.  And more than that, he is the executive chef at one of L.A.’s top luxury hotels.”

“Yeah,” Finn mused.  “Maybe that’s part of the problem.  He’s so much more successful than I could ever me.  He’s a top executive and I’m just ...”

“Don’t you dare say ‘just a landscaper’, amigo, because I’m in that box too.”  That made Finn laugh for the first time.

“There’s another important thing too, Finn.  One of the things I most admire about the tribe is the way it folds its arms round boys whom others would call the losers of the world.  Jamie, for example, and his buddy Larry, were homeless skinheads roaming the streets looking for a fight, until Mark met him and, instead of dragging him off to jail turned him over to the tribe.

“Even Bob’s classy twins were homeless, trying to steal Bob’s car to live in.  Look at them now – the boss’s boys.  Grady’s Brian was living a desperate life in a scruffy trailer park in the desert.  And many of the other boys had humble jobs living paycheck to paycheck. 

“Hell, look at our leader Randy.  He started out as a wandering gypsy roughneck on the hard-scrabble streets of West Texas, a construction worker going from job to job, fighting to feed his younger brothers.  Even Grady.  He was an underwear model, one booking away from poverty till he got lucky.”

Finn smiled, “You know all their stories, don’t you, Mario.  I guess I did too but I was feeling too sorry for myself.  And like you said, insecure being around such confident men and boys.”  He smiled.  “Mario, is it possible for you to forget the last hour or so and go back to the way we were?”

Mario laughed. “Forget what, Finn?  I don’t know what you’re talking about.  Whatever it was, it’s already forgotten.”

“Thank you, Mario.  I know Miguel will punish me when we get home, but I look forward to that – so sexy.”

“That’s up to you two, Finn.  But in the meantime, is there anything I can do for you?”

Finn smiled that roguish smile of his that Miguel loved so much. “You know, Mario, you said you’re not my boss in the company, but I still think of you as the boss in other ways.  When I see you walking around this place, so elegant, so confident ... so sexy I often wonder what it would be like for you to ... to ...”

“To make love to you, Finn?   Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yeah, Mario.  That is what I’m saying.”

<><>    Mario Shows The Gardener Who’s Boss    <><>

“Stand up, Finn.”

Finn got to his feet, and knew he was being inspected – almost like his old hustler days.  But unlike then, he loved been gazed at by this handsome Italian.  Finn was wearing jeans and boots and had taken off his shirt to work on the garden.  Underneath he was wearing a white tank top, though it was not so white now, streaked and smudged with dirt and sweat, stretched over his muscular torso.

“Ah si.  Cosi bello ... molto bello.  You know, Finn, how the boys and men of the tribe love fantasy sex.  And one of their favorites is to be wandering around a garden and coming across a gardener at work – handsome, strong, dirty, sweaty.”

Finn grinned and, without a word, stood up, went over to the rose garden, picked up a shovel and started digging.

Mario watched for a while, his cock getting harder and harder. Finally he walked up behind him, rested his hands lightly on his shoulders and ran them down his arms.  Finn reacted by jamming his spade in the earth, turning round and looking deep into his eyes with that tough, defiant look he had perfected when facing johns on the street.

As if Mario met with his approval, Finn put his hand roughly behind Mario’s neck, pulled his face toward him and gave him a grinding kiss.

But this tough hustler act was not what either of them intended.  Finn had called Mario the boss and the Italian now proved it.  He shoved Finn backward, so hard that he stumbled and fell on the ground on his back.  He propped himself on his elbows and grinned up at Mario.  “So that’s how it’s gonna be, dude.  OK, boss.  Show me what you got.”

Mario stripped elegantly.  Slowly, he unbuttoned his white linen shirt, shrugged it off his shoulders and let it drift to the ground.  He undid his white lounger pants, let them fall too.  He stepped out of them and stood naked before the awestruck Finn.

“So,” Mario smiled.  “Here we are, the master showing the gardener who’s really boss.”

He fell to his knees between Finn’s spread legs, leaned forward and pressed his hands on the filthy T-shirt over the bulge of his pecs.  He dug his fingers in and Finn groaned, his face rocking slowly from side to side.

Mario slid his hands down to the waistband of Finn’s jeans and jerked them down to his knees. In a gesture of submission to the handsome Italian, the ex-hustler hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back, offering the master his ass.

Mario licked the palm of his own hand and wrapped it round his cock to lubricate it.  Then he leaned forward, pressed his hands on Finn’s shoulders and pressed his cock against the hole.  He smiled, “You are a very sexy man, Finn.  I want to be inside you.”

Soon he was, easing his cock over the sphincter, then sliding it gently in his ass, deeper and deeper, while Finn, mesmerized, stared up at the handsome Italian with his chiseled features and shock of curly black hair.   “Thank you, sir,” he murmured.

They took their time, playing out the fantasy of the boss fucking the arrogant gardener while putting behind them Finn’s insecure tantrum in front of the other men – who, by the way, made sure they were not left out.  They had left the table and moved quietly to a spot, partly hidden by bushes, where they had a view of the erotic scene.

Mario was now leaning down, close to Finn’s face.  “So handsome,” he breathed.  “Un uomo bellissimo.”  He bent lower and their lips touched – lightly at first but increasing in passion as it became a churning kiss.

The audience watching was roused by the sight of the naked muscular master making love with the tough, grubby gardener.  Most were stroking the bulge in their pants, especially Grady who was hugely turned on by his naked lover, and by the roughneck gardener Grady had always lusted for.

Eventually it was clear that the passion was so strong there was only one way it would end, and it was Grady who tipped the balance.  “Fuck him, amico.  I wanna see you cum inside him.”

“You hear that, Finn?  Seems like I got my orders.  But not you.  I don’t want you to shoot, not yet.”

Mario kissed him one last time, then again pressed his hands on his chest and fucked harder.  “You want it now, Finn?”

“Yes please, sir.  I wanna fell the boss’s juice in my ass.  Yeah, harder, man.  God, that’s hot.  Now ... now ... aaagh.”

“With one last thrust Mario emptied his load inside Finn, shuddered and fell on top of the sweaty tank on the heaving body.

<><>    Finn Triumphs    <><>

“Way to go, guys!”  That was Zack’s voice rising above the wave of applause.  “That was epic.”

Finn realized that his submitting his ass to ‘the boss’ had in no way diminished his standing as a tough young stud.  His earlier insecurity was banished as he realized that his standing in the tribe was even higher now.

Mario eased his cock out and he got to his feet and kissed Grady.  You enjoyed that, eh amico?”

“Yeah, talk about role reversal.”  He grinned down at Finn, still panting on the ground. “Dude, you’re the rough tough gardener, I always had you pegged as a top man.  But not this time.”

“Don’t be so sure, man.”  Again that defiant hustler grin as Finn reached up, grabbed Grady’s wrist and pulled him down on top of him.  He wrapped his arm round Grady’s back and kissed him ferociously.  When he pulled back, “That give you some idea what you’re in for, Tarzan?“

Still in each other’s arms they rolled over on the ground until Finn was firmly on top and leapt to his feet.  Grady had been shirtless since lunch, in just his old shorts – which quickly went too.” Finn yanked them down and off and flung them contemptuously aside.  He dropped his own jeans and towered over Grady in just his filthy tank.

“Shit damn,” Grady groaned.  “That’s fucking hot.  What you gonna do to me, man?”

“You know the answer to that, stud.  Why d’you think Mario told me not to cum?  He wants to watch me spill in your perfect movie-heartthrob butt.”

Finn fell to his knees, grabbed Grady’s ankles and pulled them up in a high V.  “Yeah, gorgeous butt.  But your man’s the guy with all the finesse.  Not me, just raw dry-cock action”

“Aaagh!” Grady screamed as the gardener’s big cock plunged in his ass, then pulled back and drove in again – repeatedly, harder and harder.  It could have seemed vicious except that all the guys knew this was just what Grady wanted.  As his beautiful movie-star butt was plundered and his handsome face thrashed from side to side, he was in fuck heaven.

He stared up at Finn, at the dirt-smudged macho face, then reached up and pressed his hands against the dirty tank, as if to push him away.  Although that was the last thing he wanted.  Instead he curled his finger over the neck of the tank and, as Finn pounded back and forth, the cotton fabric started to rip.  Soon it was hanging in shreds over his bulging chest.  Finn grabbed the shreds, yanked off the torn remains and wiped the shirt, stinking with dirt and sweat, over Grady’s face.

Grady howled in ecstasy but Finn silenced him by balling the shirt up and stuffing it in his mouth.  It was total domination and humiliation of the handsome action hero.  Grady was having the time of his life and Finn was redeeming his image as the macho top man that he always had on the streets.

It was Grady who brought the episode to a close – involuntarily.   He was pinned to the ground, gagged and helpless, with the gardener’s thick cock savaging his ass – and he couldn’t hold back.  He screamed into the gag, his body flexed, muscles bulging, and his cock reared up in a massive spontaneous orgasm.”

“Couldn’t take it, eh stud?” Finn taunted.  “Now I’m gonna choke your ass with jizz ... yeaahh!”

As Finn came deep inside his ass, Grady erupted one last spray of cum that rose high and splashed down on his heaving body.”

The cheers were deafening.  Randy and Zack pulled Finn up on his feet, held his wrists and raised his arms up in triumph.  “The boss,” Randy roared.  They let him go and he stumbled into Miguel’s arms.  “That’s my boy,” he smiled.  “That’s the guy I love, and always will.

Finn saw young Angelo gazing at him admiringly.  Finn picked up the ragged remains of his tank top and gave it to the boy.  There you go, Angelo, it’s yours.  Add it to your collection, kiddo.”

Angelo blushed.  Thank you, sir.  You were wonderful.”

That “sir” and the admiration shining in the boy’s eyes meant the world to Finn.  His pride was restored. He finally realized that acceptance in this family did not depend on diplomas on the wall, social skills or clever conversation.  He was who he was – an ex-hustler, rough trade, and now the much-loved boy of the handsome Hispanic – and that’s what these guys loved, respected and admired.  That’s why they were cheering so hard now. Especially Angelo.

Finn’s pride was restored. He finally realized that acceptance in this family did not depend on diplomas on the wall, social skills or clever conversation.  He was who he was – an ex-hustler, rough trade, and now the much-loved boy of the handsome Hispanic – and that’s what these guys loved, respected and admired.  That’s why they were cheering so hard now.

Grady was up now, getting a tight man-hug from Mario.  “Thank you, amico, just what Finn, Miguel and everyone needed.”

“Hey, I didn’t do this for the other guys, I did it for me.  That guy is a spectacular fuck.”

Mario turned to Miguel and Finn.  “You are such a wonderful couple.  You probably want to be alone now to work things out and make up.  And there’s one perfect place to do that.  Brian, give them the key to the secret garden.”

Brian did so smilingly.  He had been fussing around Grady in his wheelchair, making sure he was OK after the epic fuck.  Now he said, in quiet desperation, “Sirs, we gotta go help Danny.  More and more guests are arriving and he’s handling them all on his own.”

“Oh, si, of course. We must go.

“So the party’s definitely on eh, guys?” Randy said.

Bob smiled.  “Well, you certainly had a great opening act to kick it off.  You think the rest of the party will live up to the opener?”

Randy put his arm round him.  “Hey what do you think, buddy?  These guys know how to party, they party hard.  So let the games begin.

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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 14: Chapter 12