Trial Of Strength (Book 14)

"THE COP & THE LIFEGUARD IN ACTION"

The cop Mark is injured in the line of duty, and his buddy, the young surfer/lifeguard Jamie, has to take care of him.  Alone together in a Grady House guestroom with a garden and jacuzzi, the two muscled blonds rediscover their passion.  When the young houseboy Brian comes in, the uniformed cop and horny young lifeguard help the boy fulfil his wildest sexual fantasy.

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<><>    As Tight As Ever    <><>

Kyle and Kevin were handsome young identical twin brothers, senior boys in the tribe and devoted boys of Bob, the tribe’s co-founder.  They had also, since their young days, been inseparable, devoted to each other in every way, including sexual. 

But recently they had been feeling the need to branch out, to be more independent of each other and more intimate with other men. Their man Bob agonized at the unthinkable prospect of a total split of his boys.

At the Grady House party, after the big communal dinner, their first opportunity presented itself when they found themselves in the company of the darkly handsome Arab Marine Hassan and his boy, the charming, talkative Eddie.  Sauntering around the extensive Grady House grounds they paired off – Kyle and Eddie, Kevin and Hassan.

Later, after Hassan and Eddie had gone to bed, the twins found each other, each sporting a glow that the other had never seen before.

Kyle smiled mischievously at Kevin.  “It was good for me, dude.  How was it for you?”

“Very good thanks, bro,” Kevin grinned back.

“Time for bed, don’t you think?  It’s been a long day.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely.  Can’t wait to fall asleep with your arms round me.”

“Me too.  I love you, Kev.

“Me too, Kyle.  A whole lot.”

They held hands and headed for the house.

Still concerned at the changes in his boys, Bob was restless in the guestroom he shared with his lover Randy. So he got out of bed, went quietly down the hall and looked in at the twins’ room.  A smile spread over his handsome face as he saw his boys fast asleep in each other’s arms. Randy had followed Bob and looked over his shoulder.”

“See, buddy, I told you not to worry about the kids.  Just because they’re grabbing some independence and having casual sex with other guys, that don’t mean they’re falling out of love with each other.  That ain’t never gonna happen.  They’re as tight as ever – maybe more than ever.  Now, d’ you think you could turn your attention to this horny old gypsy who’s been hot for your ass since we came to bed?”

“Sorry I’ve been so distracted by the twins, Randy.  But I’ll make it up to you now.”

So he did.

<><>    Loved By The Whole Man    <><>

Next morning, still asleep in each other’s arms, they got a surprise when the twins themselves came in with breakfast trays.

“Hey, guys,“ Bob yawned.  “Didn’t expect to see you two up so early.  Thought you’d already be on the prowl for new men to seduce, now you’re on the fast and loose.”

The twins laughed, and Kyle said, “Sir, just because we fucked with other guys before we came to bed last night, it doesn’t mean we stopped loving each other – or you and Randy.”

“In fact,” Kevin said, “this breakfast is a peace offering to make up for all the trouble we’ve caused you recently.”

Randy chuckled.  “So who got lucky last night, dudes?  Hassan and Eddie, wasn’t it?  We saw you wandering off with them after dinner.  So who fucked who?”

“Technically no one fucked anyone, sir” Kyle smiled.  “It was blowjob city.  Eddie got to his knees before me and gave me one of his specials.  And Kevin here sucked off the hot Marine Hassan – and fell a bit in love with him, I think, judging by the glow on his face and the things Kev said about him when we talked in bed afterwards.”

Kevin blushed.  “Maybe just a little in love.  I didn’t know what a really nice guy Hassan is, as well as drop-dead gorgeous and sexy as all get out. He said he’d always been turned on by me, too.  And yeah, he can tell the difference between Kyle and me. So sure, I might get together with him again.”

There was a confused silence and Kevin hurried to add, “Sure, he’s hot, but I’d never love him the same as I love you guys.  I’m in love with you three.  And you know something kinda weird?  When I got into bed last night and wrapped my arms around you, Kyle, it was a great feeling, like I’d never had before.  A different kind of loving, more intense than anything else.

“I know what you mean, Kevin,” Bob smiled.  “I feel the same sensation after Randy comes home after one of his fierce slam-bam-thank-you-man caveman jobs he’s just given someone.  He wraps those brawny arms round me and it’s like being loved by the whole man.  I know for sure that he’s my man and always will be.”

“You better believe it, asshole,” Randy growled with his dark rugged smile that always turned Bob on so much. “It’s like my analyst brother Steve always says.  There’s all kinds of loving, some richer than others.  When you toss one off casually with another guy, that’s just sex. But then, when you come back to a warm bed and wrap your arms round the man you love. That, guys, is real love.”

“If Bob ever asked me not to fuck other guys, I would stop.”

“But I never would restrict you like that, Randy, because that wouldn’t be the complete you.  You’re the man I love and always will.”

<><>    No Baseball Bats    <><>

Feeling that they had settled some sort of big question, the two men and two boys settled down to enjoy breakfast and talk about the coming day at the Grady Party. But they weren’t ready for the young houseboy Brian when he came in with real news.

“Sirs, sorry to bust in like this but there’s some not so good news.  I just told Grady and Mario, and Mario said I should come and tell you.  It’s about our cop Mark. You know he told us that although he had several days off work, he was still on call for any emergency backup duties that came up.  Well, early this morning one did.  Apparently, some domestic dispute that was getting out of hand.”

“Ah, domestic dispute won’t take long,” Randy said.  “This early in the morning it’s prob’ly sexual, the wife ain’t getting enough.”

“Or she’s not giving enough,” Kyle grinned. “Mark should have taken Eddie with him to give the woman blowjob classes.”

Brian shook his head. “I dunno.  This one sounded a bit more serious than that.  Seems the guy was swinging a baseball bat, Mark said as he left.  That’s why they called for backup.  They classify a baseball bat as a deadly weapon, you know.”

“They’re right,” Randy said.  “When I got in a fight with a baseball bat, I damn near killed the guy.”

Brian called Mark’s boy Jamie, who was taking it all in stride.  “Thanks for checking Brian but it’s just a couple fighting.  Mark will talk them down – he can take care of himself.

It wasn’t until sometime later that Mark finally got home.  The gate buzzer sounded and Brian looked at his phone.  “Hm, don’t like the look of that.”  He showed them the video from the security camera.  Mark was off his bike, walking it with one hand while the other arm hung limply at his side.  He was wincing in pain after raising his hand to ring the buzzer.  “You know, I’m gonna call Doc Chad – just in case.”

“It was as well that he did.  Chad checked the arm, frowned and shook his head, then helped Mark hobble to Chad’s car and they drove off.

Doc Chad had treated Mark and the other guys in the past.  In fact, that’s how he had met the tribe, when Mark’s boy Jamie had a surfing accident and Chad treated him in Santa Monica. Chad, Mark and Jamie had become firm friends.  And shortly after that Chad had become chief executive and head surgeon at a new hospital close by that specialized in sports and workplace injuries. 

It was evident that that’s where Chad had taken Mark now.  Pretty soon Jamie joined the worried group in Bob and Randy’s guestroom, along with Mario and Grady.  Jamie gave them the news.”

“I just spoke to Chad who’s driving Mark to his hospital for an X-Ray of his arm.  He doesn’t think there is serious injury, but you know how cautious Chad can be.  He gave me some of the details, and it seems Mark is quite the hero. 

“Apparently the husband had gone hog wild, flailing away with the bat.  He had it raised, ready to take a swing at one of the unprotected officers.  Mark gunned his bike and drove it between them, with his arm raised defensively.  His forearm took most of the blow. But Chad said if Mark hadn’t intervened, the other officer would have been hit in the face, with serious injury.  He said the X-Ray wouldn’t take long and, if all was well, he’d bring Mark back here.”

Mario sighed with relief.  “It's a good thing Chad and all of you were here together – so much easier to coordinate.”

It wasn’t long before the gate buzzed, and Chad drove in with Mark.  Jamie ran up and carefully helped Mark out.  He was wearing a tight forearm splint brace, stretching from the elbow to the wrist. 

The other guys gathered round but the doc said, “Not too close.  OK, here’s the deal.  The X-Ray showed only a minor fracture on the forearm, but that is a limb that gets a lot of stress from riding his police bike for so long.  So my choice would have been to keep Mark in the hospital for a couple of days observation.  But,” Chad smiled wryly, “Mark had other ideas.  Something about a big party he needed to get back to, and a hot young surfer he definitely needed to get back to.

“So I relented, on strict condition that he rest, especially that arm.  No vigorous activity, so I’m sorry, Mark, if the right arm is the one you use to jack off with.  There’ll be none of that.

“No worries there, doc,” Jamie said with his roguish surfer grin.  “I’ll take care of all that.”

“Yes, I thought you would, Jamie, but don’t get carried away.  Better you stay quiet, just the two of you.  Mark, I know how obstinate you can be, but this time Jamie’s in charge – you do what he tells you to, is that clear?”

Mario smiled. “Fortunately, Brian assigned you the only guestroom on the ground floor.  It’s a little smaller than some but it has that nice private garden, and a jacuzzi.  And, of course, Brian and the other boys will be around to provide whatever you need.”

Mark smiled.  “Mario, I can’t think of anything finer than being confined to a room with a private garden and jacuzzi and a gorgeous young blond surfer to take care of me.”

“Plus round-the-clock room service, sir,” Brian smiled.

“Hmm,” Randy mused, “I dunno … being confined with one other guy, no activity, no jacking off, might drive a man crazy.  Perfect situation for a domestic dispute – minus the baseball bat.”

Mario smiled at Brian.  “There is no baseball bat, is there, bambino?”

“No, sir, we had them all removed.  Just to be on the safe side.”

“Ah, safety,” Chad said, “I’ll drink to that.  Hey, talking of drink …?”

“Coming right up, sir, Brian said.

<><>    Jamie In Charge    <><>

A few minutes later Brian was serving drinks to the men sitting at a round table by the pool.  Mark raised his glass.  “Mario, I’m sorry to be burden on you and your guys – as if they don’t have enough to do already.”

“Nessun problemo, amico.  Actually, serving you and Jamie in your own guestroom is no different from serving you out here.  If you need anything, just call Brian or me.  And of course, Doctor Chad will be on hand here if you have problems with the arm.”

“Sir,” Brian said, “Would you like me to bring breakfast for you and Jamie?  You left so early this morning you probably haven’t eaten anything yet.”

And so the routine was easily adjusted to the new circumstances.  Bob came up to commiserate with Mark, a man he loved.  “Sorry that happened, buddy.  If you and Jamie need extra company, you know where to call,”

Randy frowned for a second or two, always alert to the deep affection Bob and Mark felt for each other.  But having earlier approved of the twins becoming less monogamous, he could hardly object if his own man Bob cozied up to the injured cop.

Brian accompanied Mark and Jamie to their ground-floor room and let them in through the small garden gate.  “I’ll be back shortly with breakfast, sirs.”

Mark sighed briefly and sank down on one of the chaises by the jacuzzi.  “What a fucking bore this is,” he grumbled.

“But you’re a hero, sir.  They say you probably saved the other cop’s life.”

“Hmm, maybe so.  The guy was way out of control, swiping that bat everywhere.  If he had hit my buddy on the head, he could have cracked his skull or worse.  As it is, they’ll throw the book at him, right up to attempted murder of a police officer.  I feel kind of sorry for him.  We’ve all had our towering rages at times.”

“Yeah, but we stop short of swinging baseball bats at cops.  Anyway, it’s all over now, Mark, and one good thing to come out of it is that we’re confined here, just us two together.  And Doc Chad put me in charge.”

“Yeah, well we’ll see about that last bit.”  A gleaming smile spread over Mark’s chiseled features and he pulled Jamie down to sit next to him on the chaise.  Come here kiddo.”

They kissed, and Mark looked deep into Jamie’s blue eyes.  “Jamie, whenever something like this happens my first thought is for you.  I mean, if anything bad happened to me, you’d be all alone and …” tears came to the cop’s eyes, and he choked up.

“Well, nothing bad is gonna happen, sir.  And anyway, I’d always have our other buddy Felipe.”

“Yeah, he’s a great kid, but it’s different from what we have, Jamie, you and me.  I feel guilty whenever I think of the fuss I made when you and Felipe were having so much sex in the hotel at your film’s beach location.  I … I was scared of losing you, Jamie.”

“That ain’t ever gonna happen, officer … especially now I’m in charge.”  Jamie smiled, stood up and looked down at Mark.  “So let’s take a look and see what we can do to improve you.”

Jamie frowned, running his hand through his long wavy surfer blond hair as he perused Mark.  “Still in uniform, I see.  I like that.  You know how that always turns me on.  I think I’ll order you to keep it on while we’re here.”

Mark laughed.  “Yeah, Chad didn’t make me take it off for the X-Rays, and this forearm brace fits just fine.”

Jamie grinned admiringly down at Mark in his black cop uniform. His high, shiny boots were still on, one leg pulled back casually, bent at the knee. His shirt was open down to the slim waist, exposing the expanse of white T-shirt stretched over his bulging pecs and ripped abs.

Just as admiringly, Mark looked at his handsome young California surfer.  Jamie was, as usual, wearing the boardshorts and white lifeguard tank he wore in Grady’s movie, and that macho sight gave Mark a hardon.  He grinned, “I’m happy to say that a bat across the arm didn’t affect lower down.  The plumbing is as active as ever.”

“So I see, dude.” Jamie focused on the bulge in his uniform pants.  About time I started to get that unform off you and explore a bit more.  Health inspection, you know.”

“Not so fast, gentlemen,” came Brian’s voice.  “Food first.  Gotta keep the patient’s strength up.”

The garden gate opened, and Brian rolled in in his wheelchair, his tray table piled high with breakfast and coffee. Jamie helped him spread it out on a low table beside the chaise. 

“Bon appetit, guys.  And I mean all your appetites.  I’ll see you’re not disturbed.”  He wheeled away with an impish smile.

Mark chuckled.  You know all this is being faithfully reported by Brian to gossip-king Grady, don’t you?”

“Let them talk,” Jamie grinned.  “I’m just having breakfast with my cop – prior to taking care of him and feeding his other appetites.

<><>    The Cop & The Surfer    <><>

They ate quickly as if they had something more important to get to – which they did.   Their eyes were fixed on each other instead of the food, which ran sloppily down their chins.  Mark grinned, “we’re a fucking mess, dude.  Hey, how’d you feel about cold breakfast?”

“I love cold food.  Here, let me push it aside to let it cool down.”  Jamie quickly pushed the tray aside onto an adjacent table and stood beside the chaise, arms folded across his lifeguard shirt, making his biceps bulge.  “Besides, it don’t seem right to eat with your uniform shirt hanging open sloppily over your chest.”

“What you gonna do, button it up?”

“Funny,” Jamie said scornfully.  He knelt on the chaise and opened the last two buttons.  Mark moved to pull the shirt tail out of his pants, but Jamie gently slapped his hands away.  “Not so fast, officer.  Remember what the doc said.  If you bend your arms and reach behind you, you’ll end ‘under observation’ as Chad wanted you.  I want you under my observation, dude, shirt or no shirt – preferably the latter.”

“OK, you’re the boss.”

“Damn right I am.”  Jamie pulled off his tank top and towered over the cop, bare-chested in just his lifeguard shorts.

Mark groaned, “Holy shit, that looks fucking beautiful, dude – a young blond surfer working over a cop lying on the bed.”

Still kneeling on the chaise, Jamie carefully tugged the shirt out of Mark’s waist, eased it up behind him and tossed it aside.

Jamie smiled down at him.  “You know that’s a look that makes me go wild – a blond cop in uniform stripped down to his white -T-shirt.  Good enough to eat – who needs breakfast?”

“You gonna eat me?”

“Damn straight I am.  Let’s see what you got causing that bulge in your pants.”  Jamie ripped open the fly, reached inside and pulled out the cop’s long bulging cock already oozing with precum.  “Wow, that thing is about to blow – and when it does, I want it to be down my throat.”

Jamie leaned down and Mark watched his golden-tanned body flex as he clamped his mouth over his pulsing cock.

“Damn,” he growled and ran a hand through Jamie’s thick, tousled blond hair.  Mark was using his uninjured left hand which had the force to yank Jamie’s face back and forth, so far down on his throat that the cocksucking surfer choked.  Jamie took a deep breath and went down again.

He didn’t gag again.  He didn’t have time because Mark’s view of the muscled surfer feeding on his cock made him shoot – “aaahh” – with a deep sigh that made Jamie gulp down the hot white cum erupting inside him.

Jamie looked down at the strong, handsome face thrashing from side as his cock finally drained.  Enthralled by the erotic sight. Jamie leapt on the chaise and stood astride Mark’s heaving body.  He unlaced his shorts, pulled out his rigid cock and stroked it.

In a welter of lust, Jamie reached down, grabbed the neck of Mark’s T-shirt and pulled up on it, so the cop’s back raised off the chaise, his face only inches from the surfer’s pounding cock.  Jamie yelled, you are so fucking gorgeous, sir … I gotta cum … I’m gonna cum in that macho face … now … yeaahh.”

The blast of semen splashed into Mark’s face, making him jerk back so hard that his shirt ripped and his head fell back on the chaise.  He opened his mouth and drank the rest of Jamie’s juice still spurting from his cock.

The men stared at each other, panting, eyes gleaming, until Jamie finally fell forward on Mark’s, bare, cum-splashed heaving chest.

<><>    Mark, Jamie & A Jacuzzi    <><>

Mark wrapped his good arm round Jamie. “Dude, after that you deserve both arms round you but …

“… but you’re under doctor’s orders – and mine … and we have breakfast over here getting cold.”

Jamie stood up and slowly helped Mark to his feet, taking care not to put stress on his injured arm. They sat at the small round table and finished breakfast that was still surprisingly warm.

“See?” Mark grinned.  “We were so hot to make each other cum that we generated enough heat to keep everything hot around here. Eat up, ‘cos I want to clean up in the jacuzzi.’

“Yeah,” Jamie grinned, you do look a mess – ripped shirt hanging on your body, jizz running down your face and chest.   A hot mess they call it, and it looks way sexy on you.  But I know what you’re gonna need next.”

They wiped their plates clean, and Mark stood up and shook off the shredded fragments of his shirt.  Jamie sat back and grinned.  “Another winner – a cop stripped to the waist.  Damn, just looking at you I could ….”

“…. you could help me off with my boots.”

“I knew it,” Jamie laughed.

“Well, I don’t think young Brian would be thrilled to see a cop in his jacuzzi wearing his uniform and motorcycle boots.

”I think young Brian, like all the other boys, would be turned on by anything you were wearing – especially with no shirt.  But OK, come over here.:

Mark sat on the edge of a chaise facing Jamie, careful to brace himself behind him with only his good arm.  In an almost daily ritual, Jamie turned his back on Mark, reached down and picked up a boot between his legs.  Mark pressed his other boot against Jamie’s butt cheek and pushed. After some grunting and straining the boot came free and Jamie staggered suddenly forward.

The ritual was repeated for the other boot, then Jamie knelt before Mark, unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down.  “Ta-da!” Jamie said, and that is the best view of all – a muscle-cop buck naked. God, you’re a beautiful man.”

“Cut the flattery and get in here, dude.”

Mark settled in and sat with his arms stretched along the back, careful to keep the injured arm dry.  Not to be outdone, Jamie made a show of loosening his shorts and easing them down over his butt.  He walked around the small garden and picked a couple of beers from a small fridge by the wall.

That was the view of his boy Mark loved best – butt naked, the white mounds of his ass-cheeks in stark contrast to his bronzed surfer body.  “Dude,” Mark said, “if you don’t get that ass in here pronto it’s gonna get reamed.”

Jamie laughed, walked down the jacuzzi steps and sat next to Mark. They sipped their beers and Mark said, “This is the life, eh, Jamie?   So tell me.  While I was out there getting knocked around like a baseball, what was going on here?  Have those twins got their shit together at last?”

“Starting to, I think, Mark. Last night after dinner they wandered off with Hassan and his boy Eddie.  As Brian tells the story, Eddie went down on Kyle with a master blowjob, while Kevin sucked off the Marine.  In fact, Kevin told Bob later that he was quite taken with Hassan, kind of fell a little bit in love with him in a way, or in lust.  Early days.”

“Yeah, that’s always a problem when you accept an open relationship like that.  Sex is all well and good, but what if one of the guys falls in love?” 

Jamie chuckled, “If that happens, we’ll be the first to know thanks to Brian who keeps tabs on everything that goes on here.”

 “He does that mostly for Grady, right?”

“Oh sure.  Those two have marathon gossip sessions in Grady’s bed.  It’s one of Grady’s favorite things at these parties.  Poor guy, that celebrity thing keeps him so isolated from the world, it’s his way of staying in touch.”

Mark ginned, “you know those two are a favorite couple – so totally different – a world-class movie star and a cheerful young kid in a wheelchair.”

“Yeah, I can see why Grady loves him so much.  It’s pure love, not a grain of pity.”

“That’s the great thing, Jamie. I wish I could be as blind to the wheelchair as Brian wants us to be. With all this talk about guys having casual sex with others, I wonder how it must be for kids like Brian and Brandon. I mean, they’re totally happy with each other as boyfriends, but not much chance of spreading their wings sexually.”

“I know what you mean, Mark, though Brandon seems quite happy getting it from Ranger Pete, and Brian from Grady.  And they love these parties, whizzing around serving everyone – they’re quite the stars.”

“Hey, kid, I gotta get out of this jacuzzi … don’t wanna wind up looking like a prune.”  They pulled themselves out and showered in the outdoor shower – just as Brian came into their garden.

<><>    Brian’s Cop Fantasy    <><>

“Hello, sirs, just dropped in to check on you.  Thought you might need another pot of coffee and some drinks.”

Mark ruffled Brian’s hair.  “You are the perfect host, kiddo, with perfect timing.  We just got out of the Jacuzzi.”

“So I see, sir,” Brian said with an admiring, cheeky smile.  You two are the ultimate fantasy couple here – a uniformed cop and a muscular young blond lifeguard.  Don’t get me wrong, naked is gorgeous, but those uniforms add that special touch of fantasy.  I hoped you were still wearing them the way you came in. I guess my timing was not so perfect after all.”

“Hey,” Mark laughed, “don’t tell me you’ve joined the twins’ club of having casual sex with other guys.  You’ve got the perfect job for that, making the rounds all day.”

Brian blushed and grinned ruefully.  “Not really, sir.  I mean, who wants to get it on with a guy in a wheelchair?”

“Dude,” Mark protested, “ain’t you and Brandon the guys who boast they can do most anything the other boys do?  You work damn hard around here, kid. Don’t they ever thank you?”

“They say thank you all the time, sir.”

“I don’t just mean say.  I mean, like sexual thanks.

Brian blushed again.  “Not really, sir … except for Brandon and Grady, of course.

“You poor kid, Maybe all you need is a touch more fantasy,” Mark grinned, and winked at Jamie.  He quickly finished drying off and pulled on his uniform pants and boots.  He grabbed his shirt off the chaise, put it on, tucked it into his waistband and buttoned it up. Meanwhile, behind him, Jamie had put on his red lifeguard shorts and white tank.

Brian sat in awe looking up at the cop and the surfer, his ultimate fantasy. Jamie said, “So what do you think, officer, shall see what a kid in a wheelchair can really do?”

“Sure, dude.  But don’t forget I’ve got one dodgy arm, so you’ll have to do the heavy lifting.

“No worries, sir.  It’ll be a pleasure.  A little furniture rearrangement first, I think.”   An excited Brian watched Jamie’s muscles flex as he pulled the heavy cushions off two chaises and laid them side by side on the wooden deck. He lifted Brian out of his wheelchair and laid him gently on his back on the cushions.

“Great so far,” Mark said, “but I wanna see the kid naked.”

“Agreed, sir.”   Jamie easily pulled off Brian’s T-shirt, then his shorts.  “He’s all yours, officer.  Naked, at the mercy of a cop.”

“Perfect,” Mark smiled.  “Nice muscular upper body … must be all that arm action he gets wheeling the chair.  So, what do you think the kid wants?”

“That’s easy, sir, from the way he’s staring up at you.  He wants to feel a cop’s schlong up his ass.”

“Just what I was planning,” the cop grinned.  Mark knelt between Brian’s legs, slowly unbuttoned his pants. Pulled out his long hard dick.  He spat in his palm and stroked his cock.  Just to make it easier on you, kid, ‘cos you know where this is going?”

“Up my ass, officer?”

“Right first time.”  The cop slowly unbuttoned his shirt all the way to the waist and let it flap open reveling his solid pecs and eight-pack abs.  “OK Jamie, give me a hand.”

Jamie realized the restriction in Mark’s right arm, so he gently pulled up each of Brian‘s legs in turn and draped them over Mark’s shoulders.  Mark leaned forward and braced himself against Brian’s legs so there was no strain on his bad arm.

Brian reached up and ran his hands under Mark’s open shirt. He felt the slabs of his pecs, tweaked his nipples and dug his fingers into the rock-hard flesh. Then he groaned in ecstasy as he felt the cock enter him like a cop’s truncheon.  His heart was beating wildly as he stared up into Mark’s smiling blue gray eyes.  “This is how you should be thanked for all you do, Brian … what do you say, Jamie?”

Jamie was kneeling by Brian’s head and pulled off his tank-top.  “I say he’s gorgeous.  Look at that face.  He bent down and kissed Brian, tenderly at first, then with mounting passion.

Brian was captivated by the fantasy of being fucked by a uniformed cop and kissed by his buddy the young lifeguard.  It went on for some time, but eventually Brian was overwhelmed by the wild sensation and knew he couldn’t hold back his orgasm much longer.  But fortunately neither could Mark.

“This is such a sweet ass, you are such a great fuck, kiddo, I gotta cum.  You ready Jamie?”

“Sure am, sir.”  Jamie pulled away from Brian’s face, grabbed his own cock and Brian’s and stroked them fast. 

“That’s it, boys, let me see you both cum.” The triumphant shouts were simultaneous as Mark shot a load in Brian’s ass, Brian was jacked off by Jamie, and Jamie splashed his juice all over the boy’s face.

<><>    Can You Stick Around?    <><>

As Mark pulled out, he grinned, “You were right, kiddo.  You can be just as exciting as other boys.  That was beautiful.  You and your boyfriend Brandon should go adventure prowling like the twins have started to do.”

“We could, sir, but we don’t, simply because we don’t want to. We have each other, Brandon has Pete and I have Grady.  That’s plenty enough for us – though it is nice when a cop and his surfer buddy drop by.”

“See what I said, Jamie?  Everyone’s different and makes his own choice.  We can’t know what goes on inside a love affair, and we definitely shouldn’t try to interfere.  You know when someone says of a couple, ‘whatever do they see in each other?’  Well who knows and who cares?  It’s their business not ours.   There are so many different kinds of loving … but it’s all loving, that’s what counts.”

Brian reached up and kissed Mark, who said.  “Hey, kid, can you stick around for a while?  You’re such good company.”

“Actually, sir, I can.  The buffet lunch is already spread out, so I could get ours and have it here with you.”

Perfect.  And maybe I’ll find out something I’ve always wanted to know.  You and Grady at your marathon gossip sessions?  What the hell do you both talk about?”

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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength” – Book 14: Chapter 21