Trial Of Strength (Book 14)

"DARIUS & HIS BOY RYAN - A FAMILY AFFAIR" 

At the Grady House party the group is rocked by an issue that risks taking on a damaging life of its own.  At the center is the young Thai boy Ryan, who fears he has betrayed the man he loves, the young black construction boss Darius.  Darius reassures his boy by making tender love to him.  When they are joined by Darius’s man, the powerful black stud Zack, Ryan is double teamed.

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<><>    Gossip Central    <><>

The lavish Grady House party was not all fun and games, though there was plenty of that. 

When the thirty or so men and boys of the tribe partied together and let their hair down in the sumptuous house, they relaxed to the point where they could confront simmering issues in their own relationships. 

Like many couples, several had personal troubles that they had pushed into the background until they were free of the constraints of their working lives.  They intended to tackle them at some later date, when time and place were more conducive to looking inward at their own lives.

The Grady parties were the ideal time and place.

The tone was set by their hosts – the internationally popular action movie star Grady, and his easy-going Italian lover Mario.  Grady loved it when the spotlight of stardom was no longer on him, and the tribe treated him as just one of the guys.  His favorite thing (apart from making love with Mario) was when he could indulge in gossip sessions with his boy Brian on the latest goings on in the tribe.

Brian had long since come to terms with his life in a wheelchair and loved it when Grady plucked him out of his chair and planted him on the bed beside him, a place devoted audiences worldwide could only dream of being in.  

This was happening now on the first morning of the multi-day party.  Grady had slept in late with Mario, but now their master bedroom was, as Grady laughingly said, “more like Grand Central Station”, with all the comings and goings.  

One of those visitors was Bob, the handsome co-leader of the tribe and Grady’s manager and financial advisor. He smiled, “Sorry, Grady, but I gotta spend a little time with Mario going over the accounts while I’m up here.”

Grady pouted.  “I don’t have to be there, do I?  I never understand figures.”

“No, Grady,” Bob said.  “You make the money, and Mario and I will count it – in the office down the hall.”

Mario smiled, “Grady, you should be nice to Bob.  He’s your manager who negotiated with the studio that head-spinning 5-percent of the first-dollar gross – in addition to your base salary.  And your movies gross a fortune worldwide. Besides, Grady, you have your own accounts to go over with your pal Brian – his lurid accounts of the goings on so far at the party.”

Which is when Brian heard his favorite words in the English language: “OK, kid, let’s gossip”.

<><>    The Big Secret    <><>

Included in Bob’s meeting with Mario was the young Thai boy Ryan, the devoted boy of the young, handsome black construction manager Darius. 

Ryan had formerly been a member of the business office staff, but he had proved to be such a computer expert and so skilled at business affairs that Bob quickly snapped him up as his personal assistant.  That meant that Ryan took notes for Bob in all his business meetings, including the high-power negotiations with Warner Studios in Bob’s role as Grady’s personal manager.

So Ryan had been present at the memorable meeting where Bob had skillfully persuaded the studio execs to pay Grady the princely sum of five percent of his films’ worldwide gross, making him a very highly paid movie star. 

Not that Grady cared about money.  He didn’t understand most of the details, and when Ryan appeared in the bedroom after the meeting Grady smiled, “Good thing I have Bob, Mario and you on my side, Ryan, ‘cos I’m a klutz when it comes to money.  I mean, this “five percent-of-the-first-dollar-gross” thing.  What does it even mean?   Give it to me in dollars and cents, kiddo.  What do I actually earn?”

Ryan blushed slightly.  “Oh, I er … I can’t tell you that, sir. It’s a secret. The studio insisted on that as a condition of the deal. They’re afraid if word of the dollar amount got out, everyone else – actors, directors, producers – would insist on raises and send the film’s budget through the roof.  Only a few people at the studio know the actual figure, plus Bob, Mario and me, and I’m not allowed to tell anyone.”

“Even me?!” Grady said wide-eyed.  “You’re kidding.  I’m the one earning the money – and I can’t know how much?  That’s crazy.  What does Mario say about that?

Ryan’s blush got deeper.  “Er … it was Mario who suggested it, sir.  He said you can never keep a secret and you would blab it everywhere.”

“He said that??  But I never go anywhere … who am I gonna blab it to?”

By now Ryan was acutely embarrassed.  “Sir, this conversation is making me very uncomfortable.  I shouldn’t be talking about it at all.  I’d much rather you take it up with Mario.”

“Take what up with Mario?” Mario smiled as he came into the room.

“Dude, Ryan here says he can’t tell me how much I earn.”

“That’s correct, amore.  The studio insisted that it remain a secret.  If word got out the deal would be off, and the picture might never get made.”

“Besides, sir,” Brian said diplomatically, “you always say you never care about money.”  Brian glanced quickly at Mario.  “And think how much gossip you’re missing.  I have a whole bunch of juicy stuff to tell you and we’re wasting time on something you don’t even care about, sir.”   Grady pouted. “You’re ganging up on me, I can see that.  Never mind, I’ll get back at you Mario.  I’ll never let you make love to me again.”

“OK, fine …”

“No, wait, maybe not ‘ever’ again.  Alright, no love making until after our gossip session.

“It’s a deal,” Mario said.  He cast a secret glance at Brian and mouthed, ‘Thank you bambino’.

<><>    A Tempest In A Teapot?    <><>

That should have been the end of such a silly conversation, but the subject had legs of its own and eventually escalated into a major problem.  Relieved to be rid of such a delicate subject, Mario and Ryan left Grady and Brian to a satisfying gossip and went downstairs, where they bumped into Darius.  Ryan’s face lit up.  He was Darius’s devoted boy and hero-worshipped the handsome black stud. 

The youngest of the construction-site managers, Darius was stunningly handsome, with a muscular body sculpted by years of manual labor, square-cut features and startling green eyes.  The bond between man and boy was tight, and they shared everything, including a healthy sex life.

Their relationship was remarkable in one other feature.  Darius was the long-time boy of Zack, the powerful black construction manager on a seniority level with the tribe founders. In fact, their tight-knit little family of three was the first of what some called a three-tier relationship – two macho black men and their young Thai boy.

“Ah, your meeting with Bob and Mario is over at last,” Darius said with his gleaming white-tooth smile.  “I was looking for you, kiddo – feeling kinda horny and wondering if you’re ready to …”

“Yes please, sir,” Ryan said eagerly.

Mario said, “Darius, mi scusi for keeping your adorable boy from you.  Our meeting should have been over before this, but we hit a last-minute snag.  Such a stupid thing.”  Laughingly Mario told Darius of the confidentiality issue over Grady’s income.  Ryan smiled, “It’s so secret that I wasn’t even allowed to tell Grady the actual figure of how much he earns.”

“You’re kidding,” Darius laughed.  “I never heard such a cockamamie thing.  Never mind, you can tell me when we’re alone, Ryan.”  Darius smiled at Mario.  “Ryan and I have no secrets, he tells me everything.  It’s that man/boy thing, kind of a rule.  Right, kiddo?”

“Er … um … yes, sir.”  Blushing deeply Ryan stammered, “Sir, I promised to give Will a hand unloading supplies for the kitchen.  Is it OK if …?”

“Sure, kid, I need to check in with Zack anyway.  I’ll come and find you in half an hour or so.”

Ryan scampered away quickly, and Darius frowned.  “He suddenly seemed in an all-fire hurry to get away.  Something I said?”

Mario was looking increasingly uncomfortable.  “Actually, Darius it may have been something you said.  Look, it suddenly occurred to me that this idiotic thing about Grady needs to be sorted out.  You are right to call it … what was your English word … a cockamamie thing?  But it’s the kind of trivial thing that could blow up out of all proportion.  Before it does, I would like to clear the air with some of the men.”

“Sure, fine by me, Mario. And there’s no time like the present – look over there.  Bob and Randy are sitting there with Grady and a few of the other guys.  Let’s go join them and sort the stupid thing out.  Sounds to me like nothing but a tempest in a teapot.”

Mario smiled.  “A tempest in a teapot – another great English phrase.  I do hope you’re right, Darius.”

<><>    Lost in The Dark    <><>

The small group of a few men were gathered round a table near the pool having a late breakfast.  The mood was light, except for Grady who was still pouting.  Randy was saying, “I don’t get it, Grady, you’ve never cared about money before. All Bob ever told you was that you get a shit load of cash and that’s always been good enough for you.”

“And still is, Randy,” Grady said.

“Then what, Grady?” Bob said. “I’ve already explained the absolute need for secrecy, so what?  Don’t you trust me to manage your business affairs?”

Grady reached across the table and squeezed Bob’s hands.  “Of course I do, Bob, you’re a brilliant manager and you’ve done wonders for me. It’s not that … not exactly, anyway.”

Randy chuckled. “I know what you need, stud, the thing that always puts a dopey smile on that handsome mug.  You need a big fat dick up your ass.”

“No I don’t!  Well yeah, of course I do, you know that.  But that’s not it, not exactly.  It’s just that I get tired of being treated like a hunk of meat – all muscle, no brains.  Push him out the door in just those damn lifeguard shorts, drive him to the beach and yell ‘Action, Grady.’ 

“I act my ass off, all day, long days, then they shove back in a limo and drive me home to get my ass ploughed. (And OK, I do love that bit, Randy).  But don’t anyone dare tell Grady how much he earned today.  His poor tired brain can’t handle that.  Like you said, Mario – ‘you earn the money, Grady, and we’ll count it.”

Tears had come to Grady’s eyes and Mario sat next to him and put his arm round him.  He said gently, “Grady, let me give you another scenario.  OK, so you’re tired after a long day’s work and you’re giving another of those press interviews you hate so much.  The press guy says you always seem to enjoy your work and you laugh, ‘Enjoy it?  I love it, I have a blast.   Who needs the million bucks a day they pay me?  I’d do it for free’.

Chaos ensues.  A million a day?!!  (Or whatever the real figure is).   Who knew?  Only half a dozen executives knew – until now.  Now the whole world knows, ‘cos you let it slip.  It makes tomorrow’s headlines, and the studio goes apeshit.  Your contract is cancelled, the movie shuts down … and they even cancel the limo to bring you home.  But … if you don’t know the dollar figure – if nobody would tell you – you can’t let it slip.”

A dead silence followed, then Darius said, “Grady’s not the only one with this gag order.  My boy Ryan, as Bob’s assistant, knows the figure too, and he just scuttled away from me after I boasted that of course he’ll tell me if I ask.  He’s now shit scared.  Who’s he gonna be loyal to – his boss Bob, or his man, me?  “And the dumb thing is, I don’t give a shit what our pal Grady earns.  But I sure don’t want my own boy to refuse to talk to me – about anything.”

“I don’t care either,” Grady said.  “I’ve never known what I earn, and I don’t care.  But I love Mario and we share everything.  Except this, apparently.”

“Hmm, looks like we’re in the dark on this one,” Bob said.  “What brain is gonna flip the lights on for us?”

All eyes turned to Doctor Steve.”

<><>    “I Haven’t A Clue”    <><>

Steve contemplated.  “Hmm, I know you guys often come to me for advice about relationships, I’m your resident shrink, after all.  But this matter is different.  It’s not about clashing personalities, it’s clashing ideologies. Not people, but institutions, and I don’t think I’m overstating it.

“On the one hand you have the world of high finance with its negotiations, iron-clad contracts and insistence on confidentiality.  On the other hand you have a brotherhood with its own rules and loyalties, especially between a man and his boy.  And sometimes the two institutions clash.  Big business insists on secrecy … the brotherhood insists on no secrecy, at least between a man and his boy,”

“Yeah, I think I follow you, Steve,” Bob said.  “So what’s the solution?”

“I haven’t a clue,” Steve sighed.  “It wouldn’t be trying to persuade a man or boy on what he should do.  It would be more like me talking to a boardroom of executives asking them to change their company regulations.  And that’s not the business I’m in.  I’m a shrink, not business consultant.”

The guys round the table looked stunned and confused.

“But …” Steve said, offering a glimmer of hope, “as I am in the people business, there is one person in particular I feel very sorry for … young Ryan.  Through no fault of his own, the boy finds himself at the center of the problem.  It’s up to him – either he disobeys the strict order of Bob, his boss – or he betrays the man he loves, Darius, by keeping a secret from him.  The pressure he must be feeling right now must be enormous.

“And the idiotic part is that the big secret is something nobody seems to care about.  Grady certainly doesn’t.  As Mario said in the scenario he just painted, Grady loves his work so much he would do it for free.  But that’s how things go sometimes … a big nothing is like a runaway truck and becomes a big something.  And nobody can find the brake pedal.”

Another silence followed as they all digested Steve’s words.  Then Darius shot up from his seat.  “Dammit, there is something I can do, right now.  He turned and strode over to the kitchen.

The chefs were all hard at work, as always, and Darius headed straight to Will.  Hey Will.  Ryan said he was coming over here to help you unload supplies.  Do you know where he went then?”

“No, Darius, but I’m glad you asked ‘cos Ryan seemed real upset about something.  Barely spoke to me, seemed distracted, like he had a big problem on his mind.  When I’d finished and came out of the kitchen he had disappeared.  Most likely into the house, I’d say, dude.”

“Thanks kiddo.  I’ll check it out.”

   <><>    “My Boy – No Matter What”    <><>

With increasing concern Darius took the stairs three at a time up to the guestroom he shared with Zack and Ryan.  And there he found him, lying face down on the bed.  For a fleeting second Darius glanced at Ryan’s classic bubble butt, but then noticed his body was shaking.

Hearing Darius come in Ryan turned over on his back and propped himself on his elbows.  His beautiful almond-shaped eyes were brimming with tears and a wave of affection swept over Darius.  This was his boy and he was unhappy, he needed comfort and protection … he needed love.

“Sir,” Ryan stammered, have you come to dump me as your boy?  I deserve it. I swore I would always tell you the truth, the whole truth, and now I’ve disobeyed you. It’s just that if I disobeyed Bob and told you what I know about Grady’s pay I could ruin a whole bunch of things.  I’m so confused, I don’t know whether …”

Darius cut him off. “Hey, hey, kiddo, stop talking … stop talking and look at me.”

Ryan blinked back his tears and looked up at Darius as if seeing him for the first time.  Darius was wearing what Ryan always found ultra sexy on him – tight brown jeans and a white T-shirt under an old suede-leather tan shirt.  The shirt was tucked into his jeans and open at the neck, showing a white triangle of T-shirt in sharp contrast to his chiseled, coffee-colored face.

And best of all, that face was smiling. Invitingly, Darius held his arms out sideways.  “What do you see here, kid?”

“Excuse me, sir?”

 “I said what are you looking at, Ryan?  ‘Cos I know what I’m looking at – my boy, the beautiful Thai boy I love and will always love, no matter what crazy stuff is going on around us.  That’s for other guys to handle.  We have each other, right?”

“I … I hope so, sir.  I mean yes, sir.  Thank you, sir.  But I was afraid that …”

“Don’t ever be afraid about me, kid.  I’m here with you forever.”  Darius grinned roguishly. “But I do have an order for you.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Take your clothes off, kiddo.  I wanna see you naked.”

Ryan kicked off his sneakers and pulled off his T-shirt.  “Stop there a minute,” Darius smiled.  You always look so sexy in those tight white shorts of yours. Turn over, let me see your butt.”

Darius leaned down and stroked the rounded butt straining under the tight shorts.  “Damn, such a sweet ass – looks almost as good in shorts as it does naked.”  Darius reach round him, pulled open the shorts and jerked them down below his ass. 

“Oh yeah, let me feast my eyes on that beaut for a while.”

Ryan turned his head sideways on the pillow and watched the young black stud stroke the long shape under his brown jeans, stretching from his cotch almost down to his knee.  “Fuck,” Darius growled, “I could bust a load just looking at you, boy.  OK, get fully naked and lie on your back.

Ryan blushed as he turned over and his cock sprang up, fully erect.  “Wow, you really are my boy,” Darius grinned.  “You always gonna be that, no matter what?”

“No matter what, sir.  Always.”

Ryan’s cock oozed precum as he watched Darius slowly unbutton his suede shirt and pull the tail out of his jeans.  He ran a hand under the open shirt and tweaked his own nipples.  “Damn, I could cum just looking at my gorgeous Thai boy.  Your body is so smooth, kid, smooth as silk and so sexy.”

Darius shrugged off his shirt and walked around the bed, his T-shirt tucked in at the slim waist of his tight jeans and stretched over his sculpted chest, dazzling white in contrast to his brown flesh. He walked round the bed, never taking his eyes off his mesmerized boy.

“Finally, Darius stood at the foot of the bed.  He raised his arms, grabbed the T-shirt behind his neck and slowly pulled up on it.  Lying on his back Ryan gasped as he watched the shirt spring free of his pants and start to reveal his ripped abs, up and up to the curve of his pecs.

“Put your hands behind you head, boy.”

Ryan linked his hands behind his neck and watched spellbound, pre-cum oozing from his iron- hard cock. At last the shirt rose free of Darius’s pecs then over his face and he flung it aside.  And there he was, the handsome young black construction boss, stripped to the waist in tight brown jeans, smiling down at his smooth-skinned Thai boy. 

Ryan loved Darius like this.  He always found his slim, tight waist one of the sexiest parts of him, especially when hugged by his jeans.

Darius raised his forearms, elbows bent and flexed in a classic bodybuilder pose.  He turned slightly to display his straining abs on each side, then faced forward and flexed his pecs and abs even harder.  He looked like a black marble statue, and Ryan was longing to touch his own cock, but his orders were to keep his hands locked behind his head.

But soon he could take no more.  Mesmerized by his stunningly virile, muscular young black lover, Ryan gasped, “I love you, sir … aaah …”  His cock erupted in a hands-free orgasm that splashed warm semen over his smooth flesh and youthful face.”

Darius laughed.  “That’s better than what I found when I came in here, kid.  You look so beautiful when you cum.  My turn now.  Make me.”

Eagerly, Ryan turned on his stomach and crawled forward toward his shirtless hero.  When he was close, he reached forward, wrapped his hands round Darius’s leg and pulled himself forward until his cheek was pressing against the bulging shape of his long cock running down his thigh.  He licked it, bit it, clamped his mouth over it until he heard Darius groan loudly and felt a warm, wet patch on his cheek as his master’s cock gushed semen inside his jeans.

<><>    Ryan Phones Home    <><>

Outside in the garden the group of men sitting round the table were growing more concerned by Ryan’s sudden departure, obviously distressed by the seeming unsolvable problem of secrecy that Doctor Steve rightly analyzed as centering on young Ryan.  Darius had hurriedly left the table too, evidently anxious for his boy Ryan.

Darius’s man Zack was about to go find them when Bob’s phone rang.  “It’s Ryan,” Bob said with relief and put the phone on speaker.  “Hey kiddo, you OK?”

“Feeling just fine, sir.”

“Is Darius there helping you sort out that dumb secrecy question thing that flared up suddenly out of nowhere?”

“What question, sir?” Ryan laughed.  “He didn’t ask me any question – he came to make love to me, and we just did.  That’s why I’m calling you now as my boss. I did mention the privacy thing ‘cos I was afraid he’d be mad at me.  But he said he didn’t care about all that, he had no interest in how much Grady or anyone else got paid.  He said he loved me and only wanted me to be happy.”

“And it sounds like you are, Ryan.”

“Happier than I’ve ever been, sir.  You should see Darius, he looks so …  Oh, he’s getting impatient.  I think he wants to make love some more. Just wanted you guys not to worry, sir.  I gotta go.”

The line went dead, and Bob smiled at Steve and the other men.  “Well, that’s one couple who seems to have shoved the ‘big problem’ out of the way.  They ignored it and got on with life as it should be lived … making love. Congratulations on your little family, Zack.  An example to us all.”

Zack’s chiseled black face lit up with a smile.  “Yeah, I brought my boy Darius up well, and it seems he’s doing the same with his boy.  Er, maybe I should go and make sure things are as settled as Ryan says they are.”

Randy flashed a wicked smile. “And make sure you don’t miss out on any of the action, eh big guy?”

“Yeah, that too,” Zack laughed, and left the table in a hurry.

<><>    Double Teamed    <><>

The guestroom door opened quietly, and Zack smiled.  Darius was lying on his back on the bed wearing only his jeans.  The young Thai boy was naked, with his face on the bare chest of his man, whose hand curled protectively round Ryan’s head.

Their eyes were closed, dozing, and Zack noticed the big wet patch on Darius’s jeans.  “So who fucked who?” Zack asked.

Darius opened his eyes and smiled.  “No one fucked anyone yet.  The kid came all on his own and I creamed my jeans as you can see, Zack.  I was just resting up waiting for my nuts to fill up with jizz again for the main event.  Hey, dude, maybe you can give me a hand with that.”

“Or a cock,” Zack grinned.  “They always say two cocks are better than one.”

“I’ll drink to that, dude.” 

Darius gently released Ryan’s head and scrambled off the bed.  Zack was always bare-chested in black jeans at work and at home, and now stood by the bed with Darius, shirtless in brown jeans. The naked Thai boy gazed at the two muscular black men standing shoulder to shoulder, barefoot in jeans grinning down at him.  Wondering what was in store for him, Ryan’s cock rose up, rock hard already.

“Dude, you’re slipping,” Zack said.  “Look at that gorgeous young kid, and you ain’t been up that flawless white ass yet.”

“Hey, cool it, big guy, we’ve been making love, remember that?”

“Ah, I ain’t big on foreplay, just like Randy.  So let’s make up for lost time.  Which of us gets the prize?”

“Maybe we should let Ryan choose,” said Darius, “he’s had a rough time lately.  So who’s it gonna be, kiddo?”

Ryan looked flustered.   “Sir, that’s another of those questions that’s impossible to answer.  Whatever I say I upset one of you.”

“The kid’s right,” Zack said.  “We’ve had enough stupid questions for one day.  Maybe we can both get a slice of that tasty-looking pie.  He’s your boy, you go first.”

Darius’s face became serious.  “Ryan, I just wanna make something clear.  Don’t do anything just to please me.  You have to please yourself – you have to be sure you want this.  The minute you say no, we stop.  I love you, kiddo, I love you asleep in my arms as well as taking my dick up your ass.”

Zack smiled to himself. Darius had just said, word for word, what Zack himself had said to Darius years ago to reassure him.  He had taught him well.

“Don’t worry, sir, I do want it,” Ryan said with a mischievous grin.  “Tell you the truth, it’s kind of a fantasy to watch two gorgeous, macho guys bargaining over me, who gets first crack at my butt.”

“Now that’s your boy, Darius – our boy, fantasizing about getting double teamed.  It’s the kinda thing you said in the early days when faced with Randy and me.”

Actually Ryan would willingly have offered his ass to either of them, but he was glad that Darius would go first.  He was fucked often by Darius, and loved it, but he didn’t know Zack so well.  And this thing about both of them together… what did that mean?”  Well, he trusted Darius to do what was best for him and never to hurt him.

In fact, it was almost over before either one of them got near his ass, because several times Ryan almost shot another load just watching them. 

Moving in unison they unbuckled their belts and pulled open their jeans.  They slowly pushed them down and kicked them away.  Then came one of Ryan’s near orgasms when he saw the two naked black men turn to each other and kiss.  Playfully, they grabbed each other’s cock and stroked them.

“Careful, dude,” Zack laughed, “you’re supposed to cum in Ryan’s ass not my hand.”

Zack took a step back, temporarily out of the picture, and Darius told Ryan to kneel on the bed. He stood in front of him, his huge black club pointing straight at his face, and grinned.  “Lube it up, kiddo.  I know you can take it dry, but not this time.”

Ryan opened wide and swallowed his master’s cock whole. But not for long before Darius was at the point of climax.  “OK, kid, on your back, pull your legs back – you know the drill.”

He sure did, he had done it so often. He turned on his back, pulled his legs up high and offered his ass to his lover.  Darius knelt behind him, and the long black club slid in easily, bringing sighs of ecstasy from Ryan.  Darius smiled, “Dude, you are such a gorgeous fuck.”

Darius leaned forward, arched his back and pinned Ryan’s wrists to the bed.

“Aaaah …”  That groan of pleasure came from Zack, and at first Ryan didn’t know what was happening … until he saw Zack’s smiling face appear over Darius’s shoulder from behind.  While Darius’s cock was pumping his boy’s ass, Darius was getting his own black ass reamed by Zack. So that’s what Zack had meant by ‘double teamed’.  

It was a surreal experience for young Ryan, the first time he had experienced such a thing.  He looked up at the two handsome, smiling faces and it was as if he were being penetrated by both men.  “It’s what’s known as a family affair,” Zack grinned – “a man, his boy, and the boy’s boy.  Safety in numbers, eh?”

“You feel OK, Ryan?” Darius asked gently.

“Oh yes, sir … oh yes.  I … oh I …”

“Don’t cum yet, boy, not till we do.  Which won’t be long” he panted breathlessly. 

They tried to prolong the ecstatic sensation, but they were all so turbocharged that the sensation won out.  Ryan stared up at the two faces that were side by side – Zack’s square-cut black face with shaven head, and the younger face of his lover.  Zack and Darius turned to each other and kissed … and that did it. 

Ryan swore he could feel Zack pumping jizz in Darius’s ass, as Ryan’s own ass filled with Darius’s juice, and Ryan spurted cum so high that it splashed semen on the faces of the men he loved.

Zack and Darius pulled out and fell forward, enveloping their boy in their arms as they rolled over on the bed in a tangle of limbs.  Their jubilant laughter carried out of the window, to the men outside waiting anxiously for their return.

Zack pulled on his jeans and said, “Come on, my brothers, let’s go and show those guys out there that a family like ours, with real love – not to mention a great double fuck – is more than a match for all their worries and wise words.  All that was all just a bunch of bullshit anyway.”

<><>    The Power Of Family Ties    <><>

When the little family emerged smiling broadly, Ryan was marching proudly between Darius and Zack, their arms over his shoulders.  They were greeted with loud applause and cheers, and Ryan ran over to Bob and hugged him. “I didn’t spill a single secret, sir – too busy making love.  Do I still have a job?”

“More than ever, kiddo.  We have a big week coming up at the studio, if you can stay out of your man’s bed long enough.” 

“I’ll try, sir.” Ryan flashed a smile at Darius who gave him an eager thumbs up.” 

Randy turned to the doc.  “So, brother Steve, what does your shrink manual have to say about all this?”

“Well, like I said, bro, shrinks usually deal with people, not the rules and regulations of big corporations like movie studios.  But never forget that companies are made up of people, and in this case the people – two men and their boy – took the law into their own hands, simply by making love. 

“The passions of two, or even three, guys are more powerful than any company, no matter how strict its laws and policies.  These guys just sidestepped all that and followed their own desires.  The question of secrecy never came into it.  As I said before, the really weird thing here was that we were arguing over an issue that nobody cared about.

“In fact it was really about men’s own insecurities.  Darius, for example, was concerned that his boy Ryan was holding something back from him, but as soon as they made love they forgot about that silly non-issue.

“And then there’s Grady’s insecurity – that he’s tired of being treated like a hunk of meat – all muscle, no brains. I remember his exact words.  ‘Push him out the door in just those damn lifeguard shorts, drive him to the beach and yell ‘Action’.  I act my ass off, all day long, then they shove me back in a limo and drive me home to get my ass ploughed. But don’t anyone dare tell Grady how much he earned today.  His poor tired brain can’t handle that.”

Randy grinned, “Yeah, but what about the ‘get my ass ploughed’ bit Grady?  If that makes you feel cheap, like a hunk of beef, we’ll stop doing it.”

“No! I didn’t say that … did I? … I guess I did … but I didn’t mean it.  I love to get my butt ploughed.”

“Now there’s a news flash you don’t hear every day,” Randy laughed.  “OK, men, rewind.  Grady does like dick after all.  And by the way, that gorgeous hunk of beef has movie-goers drooling all over the world.”

“Including the man who counts the money he earns,” Mario laughed.  OK, basta, I’ve had enough of this nonsense.  Grady, Steve just told us that making love solves everything, so let’s give it a try.  Besides, mi amore, I find beef delizioso.”.

They kissed and headed for the master bedroom.

Steve said, “And I have been neglecting my own hunk of beef Lloyd.  I have to take off my shrink’s hat and go find him.”

Randy smiled at Bob.  “Which leaves us two alone again, handsome.  So I have a final question for you.  How’s your taste in beef?”

“Hmm … well I’m partial to that tough kind of dark gypsy meat – can’t get enough of it.”

“So what are we waiting for?”

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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength” – Book 14: Chapter 19