Trial Of Strength (Book 13)
by Rob Williams
19 Jan 2022 503 readers Score 9.4 (36 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
"FAMILY PASSIONS"
In the previous chapter
The men of the tribe all had conflicting views on the feud raging between the tough black construction bosses, Zack and his boy Darius.
The trouble all stemmed from the changing balance of their relationship. For a long time Darius had been Zack’s obedient boy, but inevitably, under Zack’s guidance, the boy matured to full manhood. That shifted the dynamic from man-and-boy to two equally tough, independent alpha males.
But Zack found the adjustment hard to accept. He was a tough, muscular black construction boss who was used to doing as he pleased. That included fucking Darius’s own boy Ryan, which is what began the feud.
The tribe rallied and tried to restore peace between their two friends. Zack and Darius even grudgingly agreed to a therapy session with Doc Steve. But ultimately they had to heal the rift themselves.
After talking with Doc Steve they realized that the two statuses – being Zack’s boy and also his equal alpha male – were not incompatible. Zack said, “What I’m saying Darius, is that one doesn’t exclude the other. You can be both my boy and my man.”
“I used to love calling you ‘sir’ and I’d like to go on doing that ... sir.”
They sealed the deal in passionate flip-flop sex. First Zack topped his “boy”. Then Darius turned the tables and fucked the bound, macho construction boss into abject submission.
When it was over they lay together recovering their breath and racing pulses. Darius said, “Are you OK, sir?”
“You know me, dude, tough as nails. That was one great fuck, man.”
“But are we OK, sir?”
“I’d say we are, better than ever. And you are calling me sir, again, and it sounds just right.”
“What you said, earlier, Zack, that I can be both your boy and your man – do you think we just proved it’s possible?”
“Sure, as far as sex goes. It’s a good first step, we have a solid base to work on. And your kid Ryan will be thrilled that we’ve started to patch things up. He’s our next priority, Darius. And from now on we include him in all our decisions. We’re a family, we’ll make family decisions together. But I guarantee, he’ll be your boy, and everything that implies. And I hope you will let me help you raise him and keep him safe.
Darius grinned. “It’s a deal, sir. Let’s go see him right now.”
========= Book 13: Chapter 14 =========
<><> Soothing Ryan’s Fears <><>
Young Thai boy Ryan was nervous – and not for the first time on this chaotic, confusing day. He was in the garden at the house, relaxing after work with his good buddy Tyler – except he found it hard to relax right now.”
“Why so jumpy, dude?” Tyler asked. “I know it’s been a tough day, with your man Darius fighting with Zack, and you running away and all. But I thought everything was fine now that Darius came to find you and made love to you.”
“I know, Tyler, and I’m over the moon about that. Darius said he still loves me, more than ever, and I’m still his boy and always will be.”
“So, why the long face?”
“It’s Darius and Zack. When they left to go for their shrink session with Doc Steve they were still not speaking, not even looking at each other.”
“Look, kiddo, Doc Steve has a way of fixing everyone and every couple, even though his methods are a bit zany at times. I guarantee that when they get back here they’ll be all lovey-dovey, more in love than ever.”
“I think you’re right, Tyler – and that’s what worries me.”
“Jeez you’re a weird one. When they were fighting you hated it so much you ran away. And now the prospect of them as a loving couple scares you too. There’s just no pleasing some people, I guess. I thought you were the stable, logical, computer genius, not a whacked-out worrywart.”
That made Ryan laugh. “I know it sounds weird, Tyler, but let me try to explain. Darius and I made up bigtime and we’re more in love than ever. Now it’s their turn. As Darius told me after he made love to me ... ‘now it’s all between Zack and me’. Like you said, they’ll probably come back all ‘lovey-dovey’ but how will they feel about me?
“Don’t forget, Tyler, the fight was all about me. Oh sure, they both said I was not to blame, but I did come between them. Will they resent me for that?”
Tyler laughed, “Jesus, dude, you’re the one who needs a shrink session with Doc Steve. You’re a mess of anxiety and low self-esteem. Your man Darius just got through proving that he loves you and said you’ll be his boy forever. Hang on to that, buddy, and the rest will all fall into place.
“Look at Pablo and me” Tyler grinned. “After I impressed him with my techno skills in the warehouse he said he was proud of me and would give me a reward. And boy, did he ever, in his trailer office. I tell ya, there’s nothing like a hot mechanic making love to you over a drafting table. After that I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Pablo loves me and that’s all that matters.”
Ryan grinned, “Yeah, now all you gotta do is make peace with Lloyd for getting jizz all over his architect blueprints. But thanks for the pep-talk, Tyler. I feel a lot better after that.”
Nevertheless, Ryan tensed up again when they heard two trucks pull up outside. “They’re back,” he said. “Crunch time.”
“Not crunch time, dude,” Tyler laughed. “Relax, it’s happy-time.”
“That certainly seemed to be the case with the men as they sauntered in, Zack’s arm thrown over Darius’s shoulder. “Hey kiddo,” Darius shouted, flashing the gleaming smile Ryan always loved. “Just the guy we wanna talk to.”
Tyler stood up. “I’ll leave you to it, sirs ...”
Ryan stood up beside him and clutched his arm. “No,” he muttered. “Don’t leave me, buddy.”
“You don’t have to go, Tyler,” Zack smiled. “You’re Ryan’s pal so you should hear the good news too.”
Tyler nudged Ryan ... “Told you so, dude.”
Zack said, “How about cracking open a bottle of wine before dinner to celebrate?”
“I’ll get it, sir,” Tyler said. “The chefs have already set up the bar under that tree.”
Zack and Darius sat at the table facing Ryan, and Darius reached across and grasped his hands. Tyler brought the wine and four glasses and sat next to Ryan for moral support. He poured the wine as Zack talked.
“First of all, Ryan,” Zack smiled, “you’ll be pleased to hear that Darius and I had a long talk, with a shove from Doc Steve, and sorted out a whole bunch of stuff. I won’t bore you with the details, except to say that the difference between a man and his boy is not cut-and-dried. Darius has grown into the big tough man you know and love, but he can still be my boy.
Darius laughed, “And we proved it by making love and flip-fucking, first one on top, then the other. And the best part is that while I’m being Zack’s man and boy, I will be your man, kiddo. Even more than I ever was before.”
Zack added, “The point is, Ryan, that we three are a family, and you are an important member of it and play a big part. How’s that sound, kiddo?”
Ryan’s eyes were tearful. “That ... that sounds perfect, sir.” He frowned slightly. “So, er, does that mean ...?”
“Sound complicated, I know, kid, but I want to make one thing very clear. You will still be Darius’s boy, and I’ll be there for you both.”
“I’ll drink to that, Darius said and raised his glass. “To family.” They all drank, and Darius said, “By the way kiddo, Zack came up with an idea. This coming Monday is a holiday so the construction sites will be closed. So we thought, how about if Zack and I take you fishing up at the lake in the Angeles Forest? We could leave tomorrow, Sunday morning, then camp out overnight and come back Monday evening. How’s that grab you, kid?.”
Ryan’s eyes sparkled. “Grabs me great, Darius, it’s exciting. Thank you so much.”
Good, so that’s the plan,” Zack said. “And now, after that’s all settled, I need a shower.”
“And I just saw Pablo come home,” Tyler said. “He’ll be looking for me.”
“So Darius, Ryan, you’re on your own,” Zack grinned. “I’m sure you got lots to talk about.
<><> A Family Of Four? Five? <><>
Feeling well satisfied Zack went back upstairs to the second floor. In the bedroom he pulled off his T-shirt in readiness for his shower. As he bent down to unlace his boots he heard a low noise and turned round. It was his lover Miguel, sitting in a highbacked armchair facing the window, which is why Zack hadn’t noticed him when he first came in.
“Hey, buddy. What you doing home so early?” Zack asked.
“I worked a half day today, I told you that yesterday.”
“You did? Sorry, dude, had a lot on my mind.”
“I know. How’s that going? I haven’t really been in the loop in all this. I was just looking down at you all in the garden. Seemed like a festive gathering, a toast and all. Can I take it from that all is well?”
“It’s great, Miguel. Darius and I sorted out a whole bunch of stuff, and Darius made up with Ryan. He’s such a great kid. Tomorrow, me and Darius are gonna take him for an overnight fishing trip at the lake up in the Angeles Forest to celebrate. Yup, we’re all closer than ever ... like a told them, a loving family of three.”
“Yeah, I can see that. Congratulations.”
Zack sat down facing Miguel, their knees almost touching. Miguel, the executive chef at the deluxe Ritz Carlton Hotel in downtown Los Angeles, hadn’t changed out of his work clothes – tan slacks and white short sleeved dress shirt – except that he had opened the shirt down the front and it fell back off his muscled chest as he sprawled in the chair.
“So where’s your boy Finn?” Zack asked.
“Don’t you remember, Zack? I told you he’s gone for a couple of days up to Santa Barbara with his landscaping partner Mario.”
“Yeah, I do vaguely recall something about that. Guess I’ve had my mind on other things.”
“They’ve landed a contract at one of those posh estates in Montecito, to redesign the entire garden. Their little company is doing real well. ‘Course, Mario was an experienced landscape architect in his native Tuscany and he can turn on that Italian charm to any prospective client.
“Mario don’t need the money, of course, as his lover Grady pulls in big bucks as an international movie star, but he just loves landscaping, and he recognized the gardening talents of my Finn. I’m so proud of the boy, Zack. Such progress – from the street hustler I first met to an upscale landscaper today.”
On the table beside him Miguel had an almost empty bottle of white wine. He poured the rest in a glass and took a long last drink. He put the empty glass down and sighed deeply.”
“You look bushed, Miguel. Pressure of work?”
“There’s always pressure at work, Zack, but it’s not just that.”
“When did you get home from work?”
“Couple of hours ago. I was hoping you’d be here, but Bob told me you and Darius had gone up to see Doc Steve.”
“And you’ve been sitting here all this time? What you been thinking about?”
“Oh,” Miguel shrugged. “Us mostly ... you and me.”
The penny dropped at last. “Oh, shit ... fuck ... I’ve been so wrapped up in my own little drama I’ve ignored you, haven’t I?”
“Well, like I said, Zack, I have felt I was out of the loop. Look, I don’t blame you, buddy. I understand the troubles you’ve been wrestling with. I just thought that ... I mean we’re a couple and I always thought that couples faced their problems together. You turned to Bob, Randy, Mike and then Steve. I just would have liked you to confide in me.”
“Dude, I’m sorry ...”
“No, no need to apologize, Zack. The main thing is your problems seem to be over, and I’m happy for you.”
Zack stared at him and realized more than ever what a great guy Miguel was ... calm, kind, strong, with no unwieldy ego. Zack prided himself on being a tough guy, quick with his fists, but Miguel’s strength went deeper than mere physical strength. Apart from being drop-dead gorgeous, he was considerate and understanding of other people’s troubles and needs.
“The, er ... the only thing that did hurt a bit, Zack, and maybe you could clarify, is when you said that you, Darius and Ryan were a loving family of three. Does that exclude me and my boy, or are we two separate from the family?”
“Dude, I really have fucked up, haven’t I? Of course you are part of the family. Miguel, I love you ... in every way ... emotionally, physically, socially and, God knows, sexually. Dammit, I have a boner just sitting here looking at you.
“Thing is, I let all that other stuff overwhelm me and I lost sight of what’s really important. Of course, as soon as the shit hit the fan, I should have come running to you for support and advice, taken advantage of your strong arms and strength of mind. Buddy, I know you don’t want me to apologize, but there must be something I can do to put things right.”
Miguel’s swarthy Hispanic features lit up with a smile. “Just saying what you just said is enough for me. Just wanna make sure our love hasn’t changed.”
“Stronger than ever, dude. And I’ll tell you what. I can’t possibly go off and leave you alone, with Finn away and all. Come with us, dude ... please. Can you get time off work?”
Miguel smiled again. “Actually, I already have. I have been working such long hours that the hotel wants me to take a break for a couple of days. So I’m not due back there until next Wednesday. It’s a long time since I went fishing, though. Don’t think I’ll be very good.”
“You don’t have to be, bro. The boys will do all that. So it’s a date? Leave tomorrow morning?”
Miguel smiled and nodded.
“Listen,” Zack said, “you may not be any great shakes at fishing, but how are you at showering? I came in here to get a shower, and you obviously haven’t even got out of your work clothes, let alone showered.”
“Hmm,” Miguel smiled. “Well, Southern California is in a drought as usual and they told us to conserve water. Some smartass at the L.A. Department of Water and Power even suggested couples shower together.”
“The DWP’s got the right idea,” Zack grinned. “Let’s go, buddy.”
<><> A Drought-Tolerant Shower <><>
Miguel pulled himself out of his armchair, smiled down at Zack and pulled off his shirt. Zack groaned, “Fuck, I must be a total lunatic to ignore a guy like you, stud. Fucking gorgeous, inside and out.”
Zack stood up and they stared at each other – one ruggedly handsome with chiseled Hispanic features, heavily-stubbled square jaw, thick black hair and penetrating dark eyes. The other a stunningly beautiful black man with a gleaming muscular physique as if carved in ebony, a sculpted face, shaved head and piercing gray eyes. They reached forward and ran their hands over the other’s pecs and ripped abs.”
Miguel smiled, “We can’t stand here all day body-worshiping, dude.”
“I could,” Zack said, “but I guess it don’t get us nearer to the shower, eh? Come, let’s go save some water.”
Still gazing at each other they undid their pants and let them drop. They laughed at each other’s undershorts rising up tent-like over a rigid cock tentpole. They dropped their shorts and stroked the huge cocks that sprang out.
Miguel laughed, “Zack we either jack off staring at each other, or we shower.”
“Who says we can’t do both, buddy? Come on, lets give it a try.”
Butt naked, they went to the bathroom and into the large shower. Zack turned on the water and suddenly their muscular bodies were gleaming wet. Zack grinned, “Oh yeah... man, I wanna get me some of that.” He grabbed a bottle of body wash and squirted it at Miguel’s chest. Miguel laughed, grabbed another bottle and gave as good as he got – launching a boisterous bodywash battle – giggling like kids with squirt guns.
They watched the glutinous green liquid sliding down their pecs and over their ripped abs. And before the water washed the jelly off them they pressed together, their bodies sliding against each other, pecs against pecs, abs against abs. They kissed, long and hard as the hot water streamed down on them.
All their best intentions of saving water vanished, engulfed in an overflowing tide of passion. “Fuck the drought, fuck the DWP,” Zack growled. “Nothing comes between me and my man.”
Their cocks bulged, grinding against each other, and they pulled apart on the point of orgasm – they wanted this to last. Again, Zack ran his hands over his lover’s chest, but this time with soap. “Sinews and suds, dude ... told you we could do both. That body feels so fucking sexy.”
Water streamed over Zack’s shaved head, chiseled face and gleaming ebony muscles and Miguel couldn’t hold back. Like a black marble statue, he was a worthy object of worship. Miguel grabbed a sponge and soaped him down – face, neck, broad shoulders, lats, down the long slim waist, then tenderly massaged his iron-hard cock. He sank to his knees and soaped his hard-muscled thighs, calves and feet.
Zack knelt before him and gently puled Miguel upright on his knees to face him. “Look at me buddy, I need to show you I love you. Zack stroked his own cock and Miguel smiled and did the same. “See, I told you,” Zack grinned. “I told you we could jack off just gazing at each other and shower, all at the same time. Prove me right, dude.”
And that’s how they made their peace, visually worshiping each other as they pumped their cocks to a simultaneous climax. They laughed as they watched their semen splash on the floor, circle the drain and get washed out of sight.
Zack flashed a smile. “Never mind, stud. Plenty more where that came from.”
<><> “Hi, Finn!” <><>
Dinner that night was a celebratory affair, with none of the tension of last night’s meal, where men and boys had held their breath, concerned about the ultimate outcome for the warring men. As always, the grapevine kept up with succeeding events in real time, spreading the news of each development as it unfolded.
They had been thrilled when Darius had found the runaway Ryan and made love to him. That reconciliation had been followed by the next day by the more complex task of restoring peace between Zack and Darius. With urging from the senior men, a shrink session with Doc Steve, and finally, impassioned flip-fuck lovemaking, their relationship emerged stronger than ever.
The group was pleasantly surprised at the most recent event, Zack’s reunion with his lover, the strong, sexy Hispanic Miguel. Much of the talk around the table was about the upcoming fishing trip next morning for the participants in this domestic drama – the ‘family of four’ – Zack, Miguel, Darius and Ryan. There were some misgivings about the absence of Miguel’s boy Finn, who was up in Santa Barbara for a day or two with their Italian friend Mario on a big landscaping job.
But Miguel put their minds at rest by calling Finn and putting him on speaker so everyone could hear. “Just going to dinner with Mario, sir,” Finn said. “It’s all real classy here. The new client owns this huge spread in Montecito, where all the celebrities live. Imagine me hobnobbing with them. In the past I would have been intimidated by all that, but you taught me to be self-confident and proud, and it works. When you get to know these rich guys that can be real cool.
Everyone round the table yelled, “Hi, Finn!!”
‘Hi, guys” Finn shouted. “Miguel called me earlier and told me about the fishing trip. Sorry I won’t be there with you, but it’s real exciting being here with Mario, and he guides me over any social rough spots. ‘Course, he is so elegant and charming and drop-dead handsome, with that European thing he’s got going, that he outclasses all of them. Oops, gotta go now. I’ll send you pictures. I love you, sir.”
Miguel smiled as the call ended. “He’s having a ball. He’s a whole new Finn now he’s started this landscaping business with Mario. Makes me very proud of him.”
Zack put his arm round him. “That’s what it’s all about, buddy, being proud of our boys.” As he said that he flashed a smile at Darius and Ryan. And they, and everyone else, knew just what he was talking about.”
Miguel turned to the twins, Kyle and Kevin, the tribe’s head chefs. “Guys, I’d like to take some food up there with us so we’re not dependent on the fish we catch. I was wondering if tomorrow morning you could help me with that.”
Kyle smiled, “Sounds like a job for our assistant chefs Will and Felipe while Kevin and I do the main breakfasts. OK, guys?”
“Of course, sir,” Will said. “Be our pleasure,” Felipe added.
Bob cleared his throat and they all listened. “Guys I just want to say how pleased I am that this has all worked out so well. A lot of lessons have been learned, lessons we can all take to heart. So, on behalf of us all, guys ... have a great trip. Happy Fishing.
<><> Ryan Steers Them Right <><>
Early next morning Miguel was in the tribe’s main kitchen early, casually dressed in cargo shorts and one of the Hawaiian shirts he was so fond of. As soon as he entered Will tossed him one of the dark green aprons and white chef’s hats that that were mandated for anyone working in the kitchen, however briefly.
As the powerful executive chef in charge of the kitchens at the L.A. Ritz-Carlton Hotel, Miguel was highly skilled, but he made it a rule not to cook at home. He needed a break from working with food all day. Which is why he was here in the kitchen now. He knew the small family group should take food with them on the overnight fishing trip, but he would prefer not to prepare it.
He didn’t have to worry, as the young chefs had already planned menus for several meals and cooked a few dishes that could be packed, ready to eat. Will explained what they had prepared, and Felipe added, “I made some of my specialty, sir – Honduran baleadas, great to snack on.”
“This is all so great, guys. We will be taking a small hibachi to cook any fish we catch, but it’s use is strictly limited because of the fire risk. Ranger Pete went over all the rules with me. These dishes you’ve prepared here look terrific”.
“Cooked to our own recipes, sir,” Will said proudly.
“You know, I’ve said this before to you guys, but one day soon I really have to take you down to the hotel kitchens so you could discuss your menus with our own chefs. I’ve been trying to add new dishes to our lunch and dinner menus, and you have so many neat ideas.”
Their eyes sparkled. “That would be wonderful, sir.” Will said. “I’m sure the twins would give us time off for something that special.”
Miguel hugged them both, then went outside where Zack, Darius and Ryan were already digging in to the buffet breakfast. They were the earliest arrivals, eager to hit the road on their trip. Miguel joined them and told them about the food.”
“Will and Felipe are such great kids,” Darius said.
“They’re inventive young chefs,” Miguel agreed. “I’d give them both jobs at the hotel in a heartbeat, but I wouldn’t want to poach them from the tribe, and they wouldn’t come anyway. They’re too happy here.”
They ate quickly, and Zack said. “OK, time to pack that food in the truck. We’ll stow the rowboat in the back of the truck too and all the fishing gear. We won’t need much else. The dress code up there is just swim trunks ... if that,” he winked at Ryan. “Who needs clothes when it’s just us four, eh kiddo?”
In a short time they were ready. As it was Sunday, most of the other guys were sleeping in late, but there were a few early risers to see them off, including Bob, who said, “Have a great trip, guys. After all the recent drama it’s just what you need. Drive safe, Zack.”
The fully loaded truck pulled away, Zack at the wheel, Miguel beside him, and Darius and Ryan seated behind them. They had just hit the freeway when Miguel’s phone rang. It was Finn again.
Hi, sir, sorry to call so early on a Sunday but I wanted to share some great news. Mario and me just had breakfast with the guy whose garden we’re doing. He said that as well as his big spread in Montecito he’s also got an estate in Bel-Air, down there in L.A.. He’s so pleased with what we’ve planned here that he wants us to redesign the grounds of his Bel-Air mansion.
“Personally I think it’s Mario’s charm that won him over, but it’ll really put our company on the map. We’ve already hired a few local guys up here and we’ll have to do the same thing there. Don’t you think that’s exciting, sir?”
“I’m thrilled for you, Finn. So proud of you, and when you’re back I’ll show you just how proud.”
“I’m counting on it, sir. Gotta go now ... busy, busy, busy .... I love you.”
Miguel beamed and Zack briefly leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Keep your eyes on the road, dude,” Miguel grinned.
Facing front again Zack said, “Your boy sure sounds different from that brash, insecure young hustler you first met. What he needed was strict discipline and love of a good man. Didn’t hurt that the good man was massively handsome, built like a brick-shithouse, and didn’t put up with any of his bullshit.”
Miguel reached over and rested his hand on Zack’s warm thigh. They rode in silence until they left the freeway and took the long winding Angeles Crest Highway up into the forest. At one point Zack checked the rearview mirror and smiled. He jerked a thumb at the back seat and Miguel turned to see that Darius and Ryan had both dozed off, Darius’s arm was draped around Ryan whose face rested on his bare chest.
“Perfect,” Miguel smiled, “and a good idea.” He rested his head on Zack’s shoulder and dozed too. Zack loved the feeling that his little family were all dependent on him on the long drive.
But after a few more miles, Zack woke them all up with a loud “Damn ... I must’ve missed it.”
They stirred and a bleary-eyed Darius asked, “Missed what, Zack?”
“The turnoff to the lake. It’s hard to spot, hidden by trees and you have to look out for one of those Ranger signs with all the rules. The turnoff is a few yards after that. I must have sped past it when I turned my head to look at you, Miguel, asleep on my shoulder. Now I don’t know where the fuck we are. Do I go on or go back?”
“Don’t worry, sir,” Ryan said unexpectedly. “Pull over and I’ll find out.”
Zack stopped the truck and they half expected Ryan to jump out. But instead he pulled out his cell phone. “Shouldn’t take a minute – Google Maps, patron saint of drivers. Yeah, here we are.” He pinpointed their location and mumbled “Street View”. They watched in awe as he nimbly scrolled back along the narrow road they had traveled.
“Ah, yeah, I see it. There’s a kind of sign, can’t read what it says, but there seems to be a break in the road near it. It’s a bit less than a mile back from here, sir. Just do a U-turn, sir, and follow my directions.”
“Aye-aye, captain,” Zack saluted with a grin.
He turned the truck and drove slowly back along the road. “That’s it, sir, keep going. Seems to be a sharp bend in the road, then it’s two hundred yards further on ... should be coming up now. There it is, up ahead. But slow down, the path should be right about here.”
“Jeez,” Miguel chuckled, “no wonder you missed it buddy. It’s all overgrown with trees.” The truck pushed through the branches, and there in front of them was the overgrown track that led to the lake.
“Genius!” Zack yelled and banged his hands on the steering wheel as Miguel and Darius broke into whooping applause and Ryan blushed red. “Kiddo,” Darius laughed, “I gotta keep you around for all those times I get lost – lousy sense of direction.”
“Stick with me, sir, and I’ll always steer you right.”
“Amen to that, kiddo,” Zack said. “And here’s the lake.” The truck pushed through another stand of trees and came to a halt at the back of a small beach, the lake’s placid waters glinting into the distance under the hot sun. “Gentlemen, thanks to Ryan, we have arrived. Let the games begin.”
<><> Emerging From The Lake <><>
Zack turned, pulled Miguel face toward him and locked their mouths in a ravenous kiss. When at last they pulled apart Miguel smiled. “So what are we waiting for, big guy?”
They sprang out of the truck and sprinted down to the water’s edge. “See that buoy out there in the middle, Zack. Last one there’s a sissy.”
They yanked off their clothes and, bare ass naked, ran to the lake, dived in, and raced through the calm water with long, powerful strokes.
Darius and Ryan got out of the truck, in no hurry, and Darius grinned, “You wanna join them, you wanna go fishing, what?”
“Sir, if it’s all the same to you I’d like to sit down, relax with you and just stare out over the lake. It’s so beautiful.”
“Great idea, Ryan. I’m all for it.”
“But, sir, I think we should get that big blanket we brought and spread it over the grass there. I have kind of a feeling Zack and Miguel will be wanting it when they come back.”
Darius grinned, “There goes that analytical mind of yours, dude ... helps you see into the future and anticipate guys’ needs.”
The got the blanket from the truck and spread it over the grass at the edge of the beach. Darius got their board shorts from their backpack and tossed Ryan’s to him. In seconds that’s all they were wearing, and Ryan said shyly. “Sir, I always feel a bit scrawny compared to you guys.”
Darius laughed. “Kiddo, you have a fine, beautiful young body, with that silky skin and sexy Thai features – feels great in my arms. You can leave the bulging muscles to us three – wouldn’t look right on you. You’re perfect the way you are – perfect for me. Come on, let’s commune with nature.
They went down to the waters edge, and sat on the sand next to each other. Ryan drew back his feet, wrapped his arms round his bent legs and rested his chin on his knees. He gazed out over the lake with a faint smile on his face.
Darius looked at him and tears came to his eyes. Man, he loved this kid. He was as beautiful inside as out, smart but vulnerable. How could I have hurt this boy, Darius thought. In an irrational fit of rage he had actually disowned him and sent him away in tears. Despite the hot sun, Darius shivered, and made a silent promise to love and protect this precious boy with all the power in his body.
He laid his arm gently over his shoulder and shared the view with his boy. The only sounds were the gentle lapping of the water at their feet and the distant splashing of their friends. It was one of those magical, golden moments that were frozen in time, one that would live in their memories forever.”
There was no need for words. Ryan leaned his head to the side, rested it on Darius’s shoulder and sighed, “I think I have never been happier in my life than I am at this moment.”
They sat together with no sensation of the passage of time, until finally they were brought out of their reverie and back to the real world by the voices of the men growing louder. Miguel and Zack had swum out to the buoy and Miguel had won by a touch. Now they were on their way back, striking out fiercely and noisily in a macho display of strength, virility and friendly rivalry.
“They’re evenly matched, sir,” Ryan said. “They’re dead level. Looks like a dead heat.”
“Nah, my money’s on Miguel. I know Zack and he don’t pace himself. In a fight he puts all his strength in the first few punches. That usually creams the guy, but then his energy drops.”
Darius was right. Miguel was the first to touch ground with his feet, and he raced out of the water, inches ahead of Zack. Ryan gasped. They looked magnificent, two glorious specimens of naked manhood emerging from the lake, faces and bodies streaming with water, their pumped muscles gleaming wet in the spray and the bright sun.
Mario reached the beach first, turned and pumped his fists in the air as Zak staggered forward. “Yes, yes!” Miguel shouted in triumph as Zack fell in his arms and panted, “OK, stud, don’t milk it. You won, you get the prize.”
“And we all know what that’ll be.”
“Which is?”
“Dude, men like you and me, one beats the other ... means only one thing. Your ass is grass, dude.”
Zack roared with laughter. “No complaints here, big guy. Come and claim your prize.”
Zack threw his heaving body on the blanket and turned on his back, propped on his elbows, smiling up at Miguel.
“Told you they’d need the blanket, sir,” Ryan whispered to Darius.
“OK, kid, so we all knew you’re a genius. Now look in your magic phone and predict what comes next.”
“Huh,” Ryan giggled. “Don’t take a genius or a magic phone to know that. Just look at them.”
Standing legs apart like a colossus, the Hispanic hunk stared down at his muscled black lover. “You lost, man, so where’s the prize?”
Zack slowly reached down, hooked his hands behind is knees and pulled his legs back, offering his ass to the victor. Miguel dropped to his knees, leaned forward and smiled down at Zack. “I am so fucking in love with you, man, that it hurts. But this ain’t gonna hurt – not at all.”
He pulled back grabbed Zack’s raised legs, pressed his raging cock against his ass and teased, ”You really want it?”
“Damn, you are one gorgeous mother-fucker, of course I fucking want it. Please, I ...aaahh.”
Zack sighed and his body shuddered as he felt Miguel’s long shaft slide inside him. He gazed up at his lover’s dark, chiseled features and stunning body, and growled, “Fuck ... I love you, buddy, so damn much.” He reached up and stroked Miguel’s face and shoulders, then pushed against his solid chest as it rose and fell over him.
As Darius and Ryan watched the men make love Ryan said, “Beautiful isn’t it sir? Two gorgeous men so much in love. Is your cock as hard as mine?”
“Of course it is kiddo, but this time we’re just gonna watch and enjoy. Our turn comes later. Zack is in another world, I can tell. I know that faraway look in his eye. All he’s aware of at this minute is the man he’s loved for so many years. That is such a pornographic sight, except it’s hotter than any porn movie I’ve ever seen. A gorgeous top man, getting his ass ploughed by a dominant Hispanic with the body of death.”
Ryan clung hard to Darius as they watched, awestruck. It seemed like an eternal fuck until Miguel reached down and twisted Zack’s nipples and Zack reached up and did the same. “Fuck,” Zack panted, “I can’t survive this one, I’m so damn close.”
“Me too, buddy. “So let’s do it ... hard as you like.”
It became a nipple-torture contest and they squeezed harder and harder, digging in with their nails. They stared into each other’s grimacing face, their muscles flexed, bodies shuddered and ... aaagh .... Zack’s cock reared up and erupted in a massive hands-free orgasm, while Miguel yelled, “I fucking love you, man ... here it comes ...” And he blasted his pent-up load deep in his lover’s ass.
<><> Communing With Nature <><>
Darius grinned down at Ryan. “Huge turn-on, don’t you think? I gotta get you alone, kid. What say we take the boat out?”
“Yes please, sir.”
They walked up the beach toward the truck, past the men who were now lying on the blanket gazing at each other in post-sex bliss, unaware of anything or anyone else.
Darius manhandled the rowboat from the back of the truck, and, one at each end, they carried it down to the water. Ryan got in, Darius pushed the boat into deeper water and vaulted in. He grabbed the oars and with a few strong strokes headed to the buoy in the middle of the lake.
Ryan’s cock got harder as he watched the powerful jock, sinews flexing hard with each stoke. Then the boy busied himself with the fishing tackle and bait.
“You look like you’ve done this before, kiddo.”
“Well, sir, I did some research and it’s mostly rainbow trout and bass in freshwater lakes here, so I brought the appropriate bait. Actually I’m a pretty good fisherman.”
Darius grinned. “Now why did I already guess that about you? One more of your many skills. “OK we’ll hitch the boat to the buoy, you do your thing and we’ll cast the lines.”
He secured the boat, stowed the oars, then lovingly watched his boy, a look of intense concentration on his handsome face as he baited the hooks. When Ryan had done, Darius stood up, hurled the lines out far from the boat and slotted the rods into their holders
“So what do we do now, kiddo?”
“We wait, sir. I always think that’s the best part of fishing – just sitting around in the peace and quiet waiting for the lines to twitch. Great for meditation, napping, communing with nature,... all sorts of things, sir.”
“Yeah ...” Darius said dreamily. There were seat cushions on the boat which Darius arranged in the stern, then lay back on them and stretched his arms forward. Come here and commune with me, dude.”
Ryan smiled, carefully moved up to the stern and lay down in Darius’s arms. Their heads were next to each other on the pillows and they turned to face each other. Darius gently kissed Ryan’s eyes, his cheeks and lips. “Hmm, this is the life, eh, kiddo? You happy?”
“Completely,” Ryan purred, snuggling closer.
“Say, you were great back there with that thing you did on your phone when Zack got lost. He always prides himself on being the leader of the pack and I thought me might resent being saved by his boy’s boy. He’d hate getting shown up in front of his man Miguel. But I guess he loves you so much that he allowed himself to be dazzled by your brilliance.”
“Oh, I don’t think Miguel would ever let Zack feel belittled. He looks up to him too much. Actually, I was thinking about those two, sir.”
Darius chuckled. “That mind of yours never stops does it, kid?”
“Not really, sir, except when you’re making love to me. Them I’m in another world.”
“So what were you thinking about Zack and Miguel?”
“Well, sir, I see a parallel between them and Randy and Bob. “One is the big tough muscle guy, the construction boss, barking orders, quick with his fists. And the other is, kind of, more sophisticated, intellectual – Bob running the financial stuff, Miguel heading up the kitchen staff in a classy hotel. They’re opposites, but what they have in common is their passion for each other. You might say they’re joined by love.”
“You’re real smart, kiddo. You nailed it exactly. I guess it’s a case of opposites attract. You could even say we’re a bit like that – me the big tough slugger, you the thinker, the genius.
“We’re not equals in the way those guys are, though. You’re my boy after all. But I love watching you when you concentrate on something, like when you were scrolling down that phone or baiting the hooks just now.” Darius smiled and kissed him again. “’Course, I also love it when you switch that mind off and we make love, like you said.”
There was a mellow silence after that, as they lay together in the gently rocking boat, water lapping lazily at its sides. At last Darius sighed, “No doubt about it, kid. You were right about all this waiting around for the fish to bite – communing with nature, ‘and all sorts of things’ as you said. It is like being in another world. Kinda sexy too, don’t you think?”
Ryan giggled. “I knew you were going to say that, sir.” He reached down to feel the massive bulge in Darius’s boardshorts. “Would you like me to take care of that for you, sir?”
“Sure I would ... I just don’t wanna break the magic spell.”
“That’s part of the spell, sir.” He grinned mischievously. “You might say a real big part.”
“You cheeky kid. OK, just for being a smartass, yeah do it. If you think you can handle ten inches of prime beef.”
“You know I can, sir – I’ve had lots of practice. Lie back and leave everything to me.”
“I’m in your hands, kiddo. And in your mouth I hope.”
Ryan edged back along the boat and knelt, staring at the magnificent sight of the young black muscle jock lying on his back, hands linked behind his head, smiling up at him. “You are so beautiful, sir.”
Ryan leaned forward, unlaced Darius’s shorts and pulled out the long, thick ‘piece of prime beef’, as Darius had called it. He bent down and licked the filmy liquid oozing from the head. “There’s lots of pre-cum, sir.”
“There’s always pre-cum when I’m cuddling you, kid. What I want is to spill the real thing ... I’m so damn close.”
“No problem, sir. I can handle that.” He opened wide and lowered his mouth over the ten-inch shaft. Taught by his buddy Eddie, the self-proclaimed blowjob king, Ryan began with a tease. As he lowered his face he kept his mouth wide open, touching the cock only slightly, breathing tantalizing hot breath over it.”
“You’re torturing my fucking dick, boy. I wanna feel it ... I want ... aaahh.” Ryan had suddenly clenched his throat muscles hard round his cock and now slowly drew his pursed lips back up. At the tip he plunged down again, swallowing his man’s cock deep down his throat.
Staring down at the beautiful face, his mouth wrapped around his rod, Darius was more roused than ever before. This was perfection – in the middle of the lake on a rocking boat, water lapping round them, a soft breeze wafting over them.
It was a combination of the magic of the moment, the beauty of Ryan’s face, and the sensation in his cock. that made him arch his back, groan in ecstasy and spurt hot semen that his adoring boy gulped down.
Ryan pulled back and grinned at Darius, cum oozing from his mouth, dribbling down his chin.
“I love you, kiddo. I fucking love you.” Darius lunged forward and pushed Ryan on his back, almost upsetting the boat in the process. He yanked his boy’s shorts down and clamped his mouth over his cock.
Ryan was spellbound by the fantasy of his man, the tough young construction boss, going down on his cock, the chiseled black features pumping up and down, his muscles rippling. It was total sexual overload and Ryan yelled, “I can’t hold back, sir, you’re making me cum, I gotta cum ... I love you sir ...!!” And Darius had the carnal thrill of drinking his own boy’s bitter-sweet juice.
Suddenly Ryan saw the fishing line twitch and he shouted, “We got one, sir. We got a bite.”
“A bite and a swallow, kid,” Darius laughed, with one least big gulp.
<><> That’s A Wrap <><>
A few minutes later, with a trout safely in the net, and the line re-baited, they were sitting comfortably next to each other, once again enjoying the serenity of the lake. Their conversation turned, as it so often did, to other men of the tribe.
“That was good news Miguel got about Finn, sir. I like Finn, but I always had the feeling he was a bit insecure about his background – you know, the street hustler thing. But when we heard him talking on the phone to Miguel he sounded like a different guy. As Miguel said, a whole new Finn.”
“I know, Ryan. I gotta hand it to Miguel, he’s done an excellent job with Finn, taming him first, then giving him confidence in himself, and all the time loving him. That’s always what it comes down to. I can’t wait to hear their stories of hobnobbing with the celebrities in Montecito. I bet Mario sailed through that ... god knows he’s had enough experience of celebrities with Grady.”
“Sir, Eddie told us that Grady’s movie is ... ‘wrapping’ I think they call it. Means they’ve come to the end what they call ‘principal photography.”
“Yeah, now on to the next one in the ‘Hunter” lifeguard series. I think I heard that the guys get a month off before the next one starts shooting. I’m sure Mario will throw a party at the Grady house to celebrate.”
“They call it a wrap party sir.” Ryan grinned. “See, I keep up with all that showbiz lingo, thanks to Eddie. Oops, here we go again, sir, another bite. You want me to haul it in?”
“Sure, kid. Then we better get back to Zack and Miguel. They must have stopped banging each other by now.”
Ryan giggled. “Don’t bet on it, sir.”
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TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Book 13: Chapter 15