Trial Of Strength (Book 13)

"THE MECHANIC & HIS BASHFUL BOY"

New boy Ossie goes on a trip with his new friends, the muscled mestizo mechanic Pablo, and Pablo’s shy boy Tyler. Tyler fears that his man Pablo lusts after the sexy young black guy Ossie.  But the tough mechanic reassures the insecure Tyler with the rough, dominant sex Tyler craves. “You need this, kid. I’m gonna show you how much I love you, and how mad I am that you doubted me.”

In the previous chapter

In the few days since joining the tribe as an assistant in the business office, Ossie had received quite a sex education. 

Prior to coming here, the cute young black guy with sexy green eyes had limited his sexual activity to jacking off sessions to gay porn videos.  He’d had no actual physical contact with another man – until he met the handsome identical twins, Kyle and Kevin, the boys of the tribe’s co-leader Bob. 

Together, the twins had treated Ossie to twin blowjobs that brought him to a double orgasm.  And later they had offered their asses to him and he topped them both, another sexual first for him.  He was offered a small apartment next to the twins’ and they quickly became so close that they ended up spending the whole night together.  In their poise and quiet confidence, gave Ossie a glimpse of the domestic bliss that had so far eluded him in his life.

Naturally, Ossie was also captivated by the stunning looks of Bob.  They had a heart-to-heart chat about love between men, and eventually Bob became the first man ever to butt-fuck him.   

But Ossie still had to undergo every boy’s initiation into the tribe by the macho gypsy boss Randy.  Randy was Bob’s lover and rugged boss of the construction company that supported the tribe.  He was a larger-than-live presence, muscular, charismatically handsome, with the chiseled, stubbled features of a gypsy, and hypnotic pale blue eyes. 

At first, Ossie had said he could never take Randy’s huge beer-can-thick shaft, but he soon succumbed to the gypsy’s sexual magnetism and willingly offered his ass.  When the caveman-like fuck was over Ossie lay in an exhausted daze and heard Randy say, “Hey, kiddo, you OK?

Ossie gave him a dazed smile.  “Oh yes, sir. I think I love you.”

“Of course you do, kid.  And I love you.  Which ain’t the same as being in love.  Only man I’m in love with is Bob.”

“This love thing is complicated, sir.”

Randy laughed.  “You said a mouthful there, kiddo.  I still ain’t got the hang of it.  But I can tell you this – you are definitely one of us, boy, one of the best, and a great fuck.  The twins are smitten with you too, I can tell – Bob’s guys need a bright kid like you.  You and those twins belong together.  You’ll make a great little family with Bob and me.

=======    Book 13: Chapter 28    =========

<><>    An Invitation    <><>

Ossie wanted to share the good news.  As a new boy he had finally been initiated by big boss Randy, who had penetrated him with his legendary cock, and the boy had survived the experience – more than survived, he had craved it and, like so many boys before him, had fallen under the gypsy’s sexual spell.

He pulled on his gym shorts, hugged Randy one last time, and raced out of the gym, the scene of his triumph.  He ran up the stairs, across the garden and up to the twins’ apartment. After spending last night with him they had told him they would not be working in the kitchen that evening, and invited him to spend a cozy night with them watching TV. 

He had been looking forward to this even more than getting fucked by the boss.  Bob had said he wanted Ossie to experience all kinds of sex, from wild to mild.   Well, his savage fuck by Randy certainly qualified as wild.  And now, hanging out with the twins, drinking hot chocolate by the fire, sounded temptingly mild.

Before joining the tribe, Ossie’s life working for a hotel had been satisfying but lonely.  He enjoyed a quiet domestic life but had never had anyone to share it with.  The twins were not just someone to share an evening with. He had quickly developed a warm affection for the poised, handsome young men, and they for him, it seemed.  What he found even more intriguing was that the identical twins were in love with each other, in every sense of the word.

In fact now, when he burst into their apartment, he found them kissing.  They pulled apart, with no hint of embarrassment, and smiled at him.  “Sorry to barge in on you, guys,” Ossie said.  “I should have knocked first.”

“No problem, kiddo,” Kevin said. “You almost seem like family to us.”

“So,” Kyle said eagerly, “does that sparkle in your eye mean that big boss Randy did the deed?”

“Guys, it was amazing.  It didn’t hurt at all, I don’t know how I took that humongous thing all the way in, but it was like a trip to the moon.”

“And you’re in love with him, I suppose,” Kevin grinned.

Ossie said carefully, “Well, not in love, Randy said, ‘cos the only man he’s in love with is Bob.  But it was OK to say I love him, which I really do.  It’s complicated – even Randy said he hasn’t got the hang of it.”

The twins laughed, and Kyle said, “Randy never gets hung up on labels, never stops to work things out.  He goes by gut instinct.  He gets horny and wants to fuck, he fucks.  He wants to make love, he loves.  The depth of his passion for Bob is a mystery to everyone, including them.”

“So,” Ossie said brightly, “are we still gonna veg out on front of the TV tonight?”

“Well, er, slight change of plans,” Kevin said.  “You see, Bob called us and invited us to have dinner with him and Randy.”

“Oh, I see.”   Ossie felt deflated – the wind had been knocked out of his sails.  But he recovered quickly.  Another evening alone wasn’t so bad.  “Well good, you’ll all have fun.  I’ve got plenty of things I want to watch on TV, so I’ll be fine.”

The twins smiled at each other.  “No, Ossie, you got it wrong.  When we say us, we mean us ... us three.  Bob made a point of inviting you too.”

Ossie blushed at his mistake.  “Really?  He wants me to have dinner with all four of you?”

“Of course,” Kyle said.  “Ossie, you don’t realize just how much people like you, especially Bob and Randy ... and us two, of course.”

“As a matter of fact,” Kevin said, “you’ll be even more of a guest then we will, ‘cos we’ll be expected to cook dinner in the Boss House kitchen, before joining you all to eat it.”

“Oh, I’d like to help too.  Isn’t that what real families do – like everyone chips in?”

Again the twins smiled at each other and Kevin said, “Well, you’d have to wear an apron and chef’s hat.”

“You mean like Will?   He told me it was kind of a rule in the kitchens here.  I can do that.”

“And in the kitchen, Kyle and I are definitely the bosses.”

“Aye-aye, sir,” Ossie smiled, with a jaunty salute.

They pulled him into a three-way hug and, when they pulled back, Kyle winced and smiled.  “Also, we don’t allow gym clothes in the kitchen, especially when a guy is smothered in cum, like you.  So you better get your sweet ass in the shower and get cleaned up.”

As he scampered away, Kyle said to Kevin.  “Yeah, it’ll work, bro, definitely.  Bob was right.”

<><>    Ossie’s New Family    <><>

Ossie loved working in the kitchen with Kyle and Kevin, and he was a real help, not just a bottle washer.  He learned fast, which the twins already knew from his boss Brandon in the office, and from Ossie’s own astute observations about the tribe.

The Boss House kitchen was, of course, smaller than the main kitchen, but they worked harmoniously together and avoided collisions. The twins sent Ossie up to the living room with trays of glassware and silverware to set the table. 

Bob and Randy were there sipping drinks, and Randy said in his loud, gravelly voice, “Hey Bob will you look at that?  The new chef looks way cute in that apron and hat.  You think I have time to drag him off to the bedroom and give him some more of that gym treatment?”

“No Randy you do not.  Ossie is our dinner guest, not just a good-looking boy for you to plough.  Also Ossie, as our guest you are not expected to sing for your supper by working in the kitchen.”

“Oh I don’t think of myself as a guest, sir, though I do thank you for inviting me.  I love helping the twins, makes me feel ... I dunno ...” he blushed ...” like I belong?”  The fact that it was framed as a question was not lost on Bob, who smiled knowingly at Randy.

Ossie set the five places at the round living room table that Bob had covered with a linen cloth.  He was followed by the twins with the food on a cart that contained warmers so they could serve from there without running to and from the kitchen. 

The three chefs took off their caps and aprons and Bob was moved to see that Ossie had dressed smartly for the occasion, in slacks and a white dress shirt that his pal Will had left for him in his apartment.  When they sat at the table, Bob could see that Ossie was a little unsure of himself, suddenly being thrust into one of the leading families of the tribe, so he raised his glass and proposed a toast.  “To our new friend Ossie.”

The others chorused “To Ossie” and he blushed again at being the center of attention.

Bob said. “Ossie, before we start eating, I have a confession to make.  We have invited you here with us all not only because we enjoy your company, but for a specific reason.  I’ll let the twins to explain.” 

Kyle began.  “Ossie, we have known you for only a few days but in that time Kevin and I have come to enjoy your company very much.  You are a delightful neighbor and, we like to think, our friend.  The apartment you are living in was previously your friend Will’s, whom we originally called our boy and later came to regard him as a special friend, one of the family.  It was a wonderful, loving relationship.”

Kevin took over.  “However, things changed.  Gradually, as Will’s dad Seth grew in stature and confidence in the tribe, Will, quite rightly, came to regard himself as Seth’s boy. You saw, when they stayed at your hotel, how much they loved each other. So he officially became Seth’s boy and moved into his house with him, though of course, he is still our co-chef in the kitchen.  Will vacated his small apartment and you took it over.”  

Kevin paused and looked at Kyle who delivered the surprise. “The thing is, Ossie, just as you took over his apartment, Kevin and I would like you to take over his relationship with us too.”

Ossie looked stunned.  “Do you ... er, do you mean you want me to become your boy?”

“Well,” Kevin smiled, “the word ‘boy’ has fallen out of favor for some of us.  It might sound demeaning to someone of your maturity.  But yes, we would like you to become our special friend. You can call it our boy if you like.”

Tears came to Ossie’s eyes.  “Yes, I do like ... I would love to be known as your boy.  The time we’ve spent together so far has been very special to me, and I was excited about spending this evening with you too.  I’ve always lived a solitary life, never really had a family.  Oh, I didn’t feel sorry for myself, but I always thought how nice it would be to share my life with somebody.”

Kyle said, “A while ago when you volunteered to help us in the kitchen you said, ‘Isn’t that what real families do – like everyone chips in?’  Well, Ossie, this is a real family, and I’ll let Bob tell you about that.”

Bob smiled, “Ossie, if you agree to join the twins you will be joining our small family too.  Randy, the twins and I have been a loving family for years, and a smart boy like yourself will be a wonderful addition. 

“Mind you, living as a threesome with the twins would bring its challenges.  I believe Brandon explained to you how deftly young Felipe manages it.  He joined a couple, Jamie and Mark, whose love for each other is legendary. They both love him too, but Felipe knows when to distance himself.  He just did that by giving them their space to be together for a few days in the Guadalupe dunes, before he takes the train up there tomorrow.

“So you would keep your own apartment and decide when you want to spend time alone, as will the twins.  And it’s important to be honest and up-front about that.  Any relationship is a work in progress, as Randy and I know only too well, but love holds it together in spite of occasional differences.  For example, I think you’ll agree that Randy and I are very different from each other.”

Kyle interrupted with a laugh. “And one of our fears is that after your experience in the gym, Randy will be a tough act to follow.”

Ossie said, “But Kyle, I didn’t think you followed Randy – you follow Bob.”

Bob and Randy looked at the twins and they all burst out laughing.  Randy roared, “Kid you are bright as a button and cute as a colt.  And you’re right.  If the twins copied me there’d be two identical cavemen running around, and we don’t want that.  What the world needs now is more Bob clones.  ‘Course, he can be difficult too, so if you have any problems with him, kiddo, you just come to me and I’ll knock him into shape. 

Bob huffed, “More likely you’ll have problems with the crazy gypsy, Ossie, so you come to me and I’ll make him toe the line.”

“Ossie,” Kyle said, “pay no attention to their nonsense.  Any problems at all, you come to us.”

“I will,” Ossie laughed.  “After all, I am your boy.”

“OK,” Randy growled, “enough of all the kumbaya bullshit.  I already told you in the gym, kid, that you belong with us, and that settled it.  So now let’s eat.  I’m fucking starved.”

After all the serious talk, they relaxed and had a good time, with Ossie joining in as if he had always been one of the family.  He mostly listened, but when he did offer an opinion or asked a question, they were impressed by his sharp intelligence and quick grasp of family issues. 

One thing Ossie saw even more clearly than before, was the intensity of the love between Randy and Bob – and the lust too.  By the end of the meal, Randy’s blue eyes were focused like lasers on Bob and there could be only one interpretation of their meaning.  “OK, guys,” he said, with one last swig of his favorite Scotch, “me and Bob got some business to attend to.”

They both hugged Ossie and Randy pulled Bob into the bedroom.  Ossie grinned at the twins. “That, er, ‘business to attend to’ ...”

Kyle laughed.  “Randy’s well-known euphemism for needing to make love to Bob.”

Kevin added. “Rather more delicate than ‘OK dude, let’s go fuck’, which you’ll also hear him say.”

They quickly cleared the table and wheeled everything back to the kitchen.  “Let’s leave all this till tomorrow morning, Ossie,” Kyle said.  “We’re not doing breakfasts tomorrow so we don’t have to get up at crack of dawn.”

They all went naturally to the twins’ apartment where Kevin got out a bottle of wine and three glasses.  “Something a bit more celebratory than hot chocolate under the circumstances, don’t ya think?” Ossie sat between the twins on the couch, and Kyle gave him the TV remote.  OK, dude, you’re in charge of the entertainment.  You know your way around Netflix, find something good.”

Ossie chose one of his favorites, a comedy that gave them 90 minutes of laughter.  Well, not quite 90 minutes for Ossie.  Sitting back on the couch with the twins’ arms behind him, his eyes flickered and began to close before the movie was over.  He knew how it ended anyway.

As the credits rolled, the twins smiled at each other.  Kevin turned off the TV, they stood up and gently pulled Ossie drowsily to his feet.  “Time for bed, kiddo, you’ve had a very long day.” They helped him into their bedroom, carefully undressed him and lowered him onto the bed.  They smiled down at him, then at each other and kissed.  They undressed, climbed into bed with their new boy and snuggled up to him.  He mumbled softly, “Love you guys ...” and he was asleep.

<><>    A Trip Down South    <><>

Next morning Ossie woke early ... with a plan.  He said to the twins, “Guys, I still can’t quite believe I’m here with you as part of the family.  It feels like I’ve started a whole new chapter in my life.  And what I need to do is close the previous chapter properly, by going down to the hotel I worked at, do all the resignation paperwork, check out of my little room there, and bring my truck back.  Then I really can start my new life living here with you and working for Brandon.”

“Sounds like a plan, Ossie,” Kevin said, “and you should do it as soon as possible.  You know the old saying – there’s no time like the present.  Today’s Saturday.  The business office is closed for the weekend and so are the construction sites.”

Kyle said, “The guy we need is Pablo.  You haven’t really met Pablo properly yet.  He likes to call himself the ‘Boss’s Boy’ as he’s Randy’s adopted son, and he tries to be just like his dad – although he can’t pull off the savage gypsy bit.  He’s plenty tough, though, with those chiseled mestizo features and a body that won’t quit.”

Kevin took over (the twins always spoke in turn, like two halves of the same person).  “Pablo is also the construction company’s chief mechanic, and I recall what Randy said when you told him you had to go down to the hotel and pick up your clapped-out old truck.  He said he would ask ‘his man Pablo’ to drive you down as he’s a master mechanic and would fix the truck up good enough to get it back up here.”

“Plus,” Kyle said, “Randy said that Pablo should take his boy Tyler with him, as it would do them both good to spend a night in a posh hotel.  I know it’s short notice, but how about we go down to breakfast and check it out with them?”

Ossie was starting to feel his new comfort zone in having two senior boys in the tribe take care of him as their boy, which is what he preferred to call himself.  That feeling of security was even stronger as they arrived at breakfast as a trio, to be greeted with applause from the crowd at breakfast.  Obviously, Ossie thought, the grapevine had been as efficient as ever in spreading the word.  They got their food and walked over to where Pablo was sitting with his boy Tyler.

Pablo’s mestizo features broke into his well-known crooked grin.  “Hey, guys, quite the family.  You’ve got the same smiles, you’ll soon be looking like triplets.”

“Not a chance, dude,” Kyle laughed as they all sat down.  “The tribe already can’t tell the difference between Kevin and me, we don’t want to add to the confusion.  Ossie is definitely his own man, as you’ll find out.”

Pablo reached over and shook Ossie’s hand.  “Congratulations, Ossie, you couldn’t have joined a nicer family.  You’ve met by boy Tyler, I think.”

“Only briefly,” Ossie smiled, shaking the boy’s hand.  As Tyler smiled shyly it struck Ossie that the sweet, quiet kid seemed younger than himself, although there was not much actual age difference.  And it was obvious that he worshipped Pablo ... definitely a master/boy relationship.

“Pablo,” Kevin said, “we have something to ask you – kind of a favor, but one you might enjoy.”  The twins explained the conversation they had just had with Ossie and why he needed to go down the coast right away.  “We realize it’s very short notice, and if you already have plans with Tyler we quite understand.”

“Actually, dude, Randy already told me this was in the wind, just not this soon.  Seems you need a mechanic’s help with that old boneshaker of yours, Ossie.  “What d’ya think Tyler – how about we make a weekend of it?  Long time since we took a trip together ... a night in a fancy-shmancy hotel would do us good. As a matter of fact, guys, Felipe is heading up to Guadalupe by train to join his guys at the beach, and we offered to give him a ride to Union Station.  His train’s at noon. We could drop him off and continue on south.”

“That would be just great, Pablo.  We’d like to show our appreciation by paying for your room at the hotel.  Leave that to us.  We’ll ask Miguel to make the reservation.  He’s a big honcho down there as supervising chef, and he’ll get you a room upgrade, like he’s done for other guys here.” 

And so it was all arranged.  Bob and Randy appeared for breakfast and Ossie said, “Sirs, Pablo and Tyler are taking me down to the hotel for the weekend.  That means I’ll be turning my back on the hotel and when I get back, this is it, my new home.  Exciting, right?”

“I’ll say,” Bob grinned.  “Well done, kiddo.”

Randy said to Pablo, “Son, you take good care of them down there.  And by the way, you have to wear a shirt in that hotel.”

Bob laughed.  “Pablo, you’re a self-assured young man, I doubt you’ll need any advice on hotel etiquette from us, least of all Randy.  His idea of dressing for dinner is putting a shirt on.”

“Fuck you, man,” Randy grinned.  “Last night when I took my shirt off you creamed your fucking shorts.”

Amid the laughter, Pablo said, “Boys, we can’t hang around here listening to these guys’ bullshit.  Felipe’s got a train to catch and we’ve got a hotel to get to.  Come on kiddo, let’s throw some clothes together, including at least one shirt, according to my fashion plate dad, always the snazzy dresser.”

“Fuck you too, boy.  Any more of your insults and you’ll feel my fist.”

“Oh yeah?  Try me, you know I can whip your ass.  Bring it on, dude.”

“Fight, fight, fight,” Tyler laughed before Bob intervened.  “Children please, behave.  Ossie, are you sure you wanna come back to this rowdy gang of misfits?”

“More than ever, sir.  The rowdier the better.”

<><>    Ossie’s Analytical Mind    <><>

A few hours later Pablo was driving three excited boys to Union Station.  Felipe was looking forward to joining his own small family – the young surfer Jamie and their man Mark – at their shack in the Guadalupe Dunes.  He had never been there before but Jamie had told him it was a special place for them, and they wanted him to share it. 

When they pulled into the large station forecourt Felipe thanked Pablo, jumped out and they watched him run through the cavernous hall to the gate for the Amtrak Pacific Surfliner.

“There goes one excited young man,” Pablo said.  “OK, boys, next stop Laguna Beach and the Ritz Carlton.”  He drove back to the Santa Ana Freeway and headed south to Laguna.

During the ninety-minute drive, the ever-curious Ossie used his time to further his education about the tribe.  Tyler was sitting up front with Pablo, and Ossie was happily settled in the back seat.  That configuration in itself reminded Ossie of what Bob had told him about threesomes in the tribe – they have to be carefully managed. 

Starting with the obvious fact that three equals two plus one – like his own new relationship with the twins – Bob had said the ‘two’ must always have their space to spend time together.  That is why Felipe had gone up to Guadalupe a few days after Jamie and Mark.

Ossie had realized that shy young Tyler idolized and clung to the handsome mechanic Pablo, so it was natural that he would sit with him in front, and Ossie would sit alone behind them.  An insignificant fact, maybe, just a simple drive down the freeway, but to Ossie’s analytical mind another small example of how to manage a threesome.

And his education didn’t stop there.  For a while, Pablo chatted to Tyler who was clearly in heaven, resting his hand on Pablo’s thigh.  But soon Pablo turned his head back and smiled at Ossie.  “So, Ossie, this famous old banger of yours that you doubt would make it the sixty miles back to L.A.  What make and model is it?

“It’s a small Mazda pickup, so old it’s a wonder it’s not horse-drawn.  It may have to be.  I picked it up cheap, and cheap is what I got.  It’s OK for puttering around Laguna, going to the grocery store, but it shies away from freeways like a frightened horse.”

“Yeah,” Pablo said, “Mazda stopped selling pickups in the U.S. in 2010 and I can see why.  Still, I’m sure I can fix yours up, make it good for a hundred miles or so, but it sounds to me like, what we call in the trade, a junker.  We’ll probably have to dump it and get a car that’s suitable for a member of a top family in the tribe.”

In that remark Ossie understood that there is a hierarchy in the tribe – several hierarchies in fact, that reflected a guy’s job and his family connections within the tribe.  Bob insisted that everyone in the tribe was of equal value, but Ossie realized that his own status was not a reflection of his job as a new office assistant, but of his position as the twins’ boy, and thus closely connected to the leaders, Bob and Randy.

All of the tribe’s boys tended to ignore such distinctions and just had fun together, but Pablo was, at least subliminally, aware of status in saying that Ossie needed a car worthy of a member of the ‘top family’.

There was one other thing that Ossie was aware of, which troubled him somewhat – how would the sensitive young Tyler react to his presence with them here?  As many people had pointed out, Ossie closely resembled Darius – black with the same sexy green eyes, though younger and less muscular, of course.  Darius and Pablo had been lovers almost since the formation of the tribe, so would the impressionable Tyler fear that Pablo might be similarly attracted to the younger version of Darius?

But this was idle speculation, free-floating anxiety about something that would probably never happen.  And if it did, Ossie thought, he would cross that bridge when he came to it. 

As it turned out, Ossie was to face that bridge sooner than he could have imagined.

<><>    Tyler Has A Problem    <><>

As they exited the freeway and headed up Pacific Coast Highway toward the hotel, Ossie said, “Guys, right now I am technically still a member of the staff here, not allowed to fraternize with guests.  So before we get to the hotel entrance I’ll get out, go to the staff entrance and down to my room, while you go to the main entrance, valet park, check in and settle into your room.”

“Right,” Pablo agreed.  “Then I’ll call your cellphone and come down to where your truck’s parked.  I need to take a look to see how much work it needs.  Then later we could meet at the beach and go for a walk, if you like.”

So that’s how it worked. At the end of the long driveway they dropped Ossie off, and Pablo and Tyler drove up to the big, canopied entrance.  The feeling in the truck was the opposite of the recent trip when a nervous Seth had needed reassurance from his boy Will.  This time it was Pablo who was self-assured, and his uneasy boy who needed reassurance.  Randy had brought Pablo up to have the same self-confidence as himself ... they were the best ... second to none.

“Here we are.  Don’t let all this glitz intimidate you kiddo.  You’re with me, you’re my boy and I’m the boss’s boy.  So hold your head up, kiddo, relax and be yourself.”  (Pablo did not tell him that he had privately had chats with Seth about what social blunders to avoid.)

Pablo’s easy charm won over the valets who opened the truck doors for them.  Recalling Seth’s advice, he let a valet bring their two bags on the luggage cart, though Pablo could have easily carried them both.   Tyler’s intimidation faded as he walked proudly beside the assertive Pablo.

“Ah yes, sir,” the receptionist said, “your reservation was made by our executive chef Miguel.  He upgraded you to an ocean-view room with a splendid vista along the coastline.”

The man was right.  When they went into the room, Pablo tipped the valet as he left, then said to Tyler.  “Wow this is terrific.”  They went out to the terrace.  “And look at that view, you can see way down the coast.”  Pablo folded his arms round his boy and kissed him.  “Happy kiddo?”

“I’m always happy when I’m with you,” Tyler grinned.

“Let’s check out the room.”  They went back into the spacious room and Pablo threw himself on the bed, bouncing on his back.  “Wow, how the other half lives, eh?”

It’s great, sir, but I don’t know about the ‘other half’ thing.  Our lives are pretty much perfect don’t you think?”

“Sure they are kiddo.  But it’s nice to be pampered in a posh hotel for a change.”  He pulled Tyler down on the bed beside him.  “Hey, I said I’d call Ossie about the truck.”  He put his phone on speaker and said, “Hey dude, we are calling you from a luxury bed with a view down the entire California coastline.  Not bad for a car mechanic and his sexy boy, eh?  Talking of which, what about your truck, buddy?”

“It’s in the garage, but I’m not, Pablo.  I have to spend a couple of hours in the business office, tying things up and handing over to my successor.  They wanna give me a little send-off party too.  But I could meet you at the garage a bit later. In the meantime you could get some sun by the pool, and have lunch in the terrace restaurant. It’s real casual there in the afternoon – shorts T-shirt, that sort of thing.  Or, maybe even give that luxury bed a workout.”

“Or all the above,” Pablo chuckled. OK, call me when you’re done and I’ll meet you and those sexy green eyes, kiddo.” He turned off the phone.  “You hear that, Tyler?  We’ve got a couple of hours all to ourselves.”

“And what happens after that?” Tyler mumbled.

“Excuse me?  What d’you mean, dude?”  Pablo looked at Tyler’s frown.  “OK, kid, I know that look, something’s up.  Come on, you always tell me the truth, so spill.”

Tyler hesitated.  “Sir, do you like Ossie?”

“Like Ossie?  Sure I do, seems like a real nice guy, smart too.  So?”

“And he looks just like your lover Darius – black skin, green eyes.”

Pablo’s puzzled frown faded into a smile. “Ah, so that’s what all this is about.  OK, let me guess.  Ossie’s a cute guy, real bright, and what’s more, he looks like a younger version of my long-time lover Darius.  So it’s inevitable I’ll fall for the younger version, take him as my boy and dump you.   That pretty much cover it?”

Tyler squirmed, “Well sir, I wouldn’t put it quite like that, but ...”

“But nothing, dude.  Kid, there are so many things wrong with that scenario that I won’t even try to unravel it.  Dammit, it sounds just like the problem Darius had with his boy Ryan when Ryan was paranoid for the same reason.  I’ll just say this.  I love you, kid.  You’re my boy and I don’t change boys as casually as I change my shorts. So get the fuck up on your feet and get naked.”

<><>    Tyler Gets His Orders    <><>

Tyler loved that hard edge to Pablo’s voice when he gave orders.  He scrambled to his feet, stood by the bed and quickly stripped naked while Pablo watched.  When he dropped his shorts his cock sprang out rock hard.”

“Does that boner mean you love me?”

“Yes, sir, I ...”

“Even though you think I’m gonna dump you for another guy?”

“I didn’t say ... I didn’t think ... I mean, not really ...”  Pablo saw tears come to the boy’s eyes, but he resisted the urge to console him, and continued the tough talk

“Quit babbling, kid, and get on the fucking bed.” Pablo stood up, yanked down the bedcovers, and Tyler scrambled onto the bed on his back, shivering with a mix of alarm and excitement.   He gazed up at the muscular mestizo mechanic as he pulled off his shirt and stood bare-chested in beltless black jeans.

“Aaah,” Tyler gasped, his cock oozing precum.

“Don’t touch your cock, boy.  From now on you follow orders – you do only what I say you can.”  Pablo unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge stiff cock.  “You see this?  I’m gonna shove it up your ass to prove how much you turn me on.  But it’s also to show you I’m pissed off that you doubted me ... that’s why it’s gonna be a dry fuck.   You have a problem with that?”

“No, sir.”

“You want it?”

“Yes please, sir.  I’m sorry I ...”

“No apologies, boy.  Just take my cock up your ass without cumming or yelling.”

“Thank you, sir.”

By now Pablo was in full Randy mode.   He had paid the price many times for Randy’s anger, usually by being bent over a drafting table in his site office, where the rugged gypsy took out his anger on his boy’s ass ... and Pablo loved it.  Now, copying his dad as always, he was paying it forward and reaming his own boy’s ass, though not nearly as savagely as Randy.  Tough as both men were, they always knew just how much their boy could take.

Like Randy, Pablo had no use for foreplay.  He knelt on the bed, pushed Tyler’s legs back and drove his dry cock in his ass.  Tyler inhaled sharply but, obeying orders, did not yell. The initial surge of pain eased quickly and he gazed up at the mechanic’s handsome chiseled features, slanted mestizo eyes, shaggy black hair and rippling muscular physique.

Pablo toyed with him.  First, he massaged his ass gently with his cock ... ‘that’s because I love you kid ...”   Then his eyes flashed.  “And this is because you pissed me off.”  He pulled back and plunged his cock deep down his chute, over the inner sphincter and into the fiery depths.

Tyler gasp and choked back a forbidden yell.  “Thank you, sir,” he stammered. “I love you.”

“So make me feel good, boy.”

Tyler knew what that meant.  He reached up stroked Pablo’s solid flexing pecs and squeezed his nipples hard.  He knew Pablo wanted it hard and painful, so that’s what he gave him.  While Pablo fucked him, Tyler squeezed the big nipples, rolled them in his fingertips and dug his nails into them. 

Pablo repeatedly fucked his boy to his pain threshold, then slowed down, let him regain his breath, then pounded his ass again.  Tyler loved every minute of it.  The harder the tough mechanic fucked him, the harder the boy tortured his chest, watching the slabs of his pecs flex to withstand the pain. 

But inevitably, the intensity of the pain and the sexual thrill reached the point where each was pushing the other over the limit.  Pablo’s tits were on fire, Tyler’s ass was burning hot, and at last Pablo growled, “Bust that load, boy, make me shoot in your ass.  Fuck, I love you kid ... you’re my boy.  Do it ... Now!”

Their simultaneous climax was intense as the master poured hot juice in his boy’s ass while Tyler’s cock pumped streams of cum on his own writhing young body.

They were both breathing heavily as Pablo pulled out gently and fell on top of his boy.  He grinned down at him.  “Now do you believe you’re my one and only boy, kiddo?.  You are one beautiful fuck, and I love you, so let’s have no more nonsense.   Now we’ll check out that classy marble bathroom in there, and then get some lunch, ‘cos I’m fucking starved.”

Another echo of boss Randy’s words, that made Tyler smile.

<><>    Repair Jobs    <><>

In the marble walk-in shower Tyler lovingly soaped down Pablo and took specially care to wipe the sponge over his nipples.  He loved watching the hard pecs flex with each touch of the sponge, and their shower ended with a grinding kiss under the pouring water.

They dressed in boardshorts and polo shirts, as Ossie had told them that afternoons were casual at the terrace restaurant that overlooked the pool and, beyond that, the ocean.  Pablo’s self-confidence, and the memories of the bedroom that still resonated, banished Tyler’s insecurity and they were able to relax and enjoy themselves,

After lunch they lazed in the sun by the pool, and as Pablo dozed it was all Tyler could do to resist touching him.  Feeling relaxed was one thing, but reaching over and groping Pablo would be totally inappropriate in this setting.  Even Tyler knew that, so, with some difficulty, he kept his hands to himself.

Pablo’s phone rang.  It was Ossie saying he was finished in the office and asking Pablo to join him at the garages in back.  Tyler said he was perfectly happy to stay by the pool for a while, then take a stroll on the beach, where Ossie could join him while Pablo worked on his truck.

When Pablo located the garages in the non-public area Ossie waved him over and smiled, “Dude, meet the old banger.”

Pablo laughed, “Poor old lady.  Should have been put out to pasture years ago by the looks of her.  Give me the keys and I’ll start it.”  He turned on the engine and listened with the expert ear of a skilled mechanic. 

“Yeah, sounds like the timing.  Always happens when a truck like this is clinging to life.  I can adjust it, but I also need to check the timing belt.  If it’s too far gone you might as well kiss the old girl goodbye right here.  But if it’s not too damaged I’ll make sure that it’s good for another few hundred miles.  It’s worth taking it up to town ‘cos I can probably get a few hundred bucks for it, for parts.  As Mazda has stopped selling pickups in the U.S. parts are in short supply.

“Give me an hour or so and I’ll see what I can do.  But before you go, there’s something I wanna tell you Ossie.”  Pablo told him all about Tyler’s fears of Ossie becoming attractive to Pablo and eventually replacing him as his boy. 

“Ah no,” Ossie winced.  What is it about me? Just because I look like Darius.  I just went through the exact same thing with Ryan who had the same baseless paranoia until Darius made him see sense by taking him to bed and making love to him.’

Pablo grinned, “Yeah I did the same thing for Tyler.  It all sounds stupid, I know, Ossie, but Tyler’s a shy boy and sometimes has inferiority feelings that he’s not good enough for a tough guy like me.  Guess I play up the ‘boss’s boy’ thing a bit too much. 

“The thing is, Ossie, he’s a perfect kid for me, a boy I can work on, mold him and give him confidence in himself.  I love to see the kid grow little by little, even since we got here, and I helped him lose his insecurity in a posh place like this.  And like I said, making love to him a while ago helped him see the truth.

“Even so, Ossie, I’m thinking it would be useful for you to talk to him if you would, just to reassure him that what I told him was true, that you’re not muscling in on anyone else’s territory.  He seems happy after we made love and all, but a word from you might clinch the deal.”

“I’d be happy to, Pablo.  I could see on the drive down here that Tyler’s a perfect guy for you, for the reasons you just gave.  But chatting to him casually, boy to boy, might help him see the truth from another angle.  You said he’s walking on the beach?  I’ll go find him.”

“And while you’re doing that, I’ll see what I can do to the old lady here.” Pablo chuckled.  “I guess we’ll both be doing repair jobs, eh Ossie?”

<><>    The Magic Moment    <><>

It didn’t take long for Ossie to spot Tyler, as the beach was emptying out this late in the afternoon.  There was an outcropping of rocks jutting into the ocean little way up the beach and the lone figure sitting there had to be Tyler. 

When Ossie lived and worked in the hotel, that was the place he would come to after work to think and watch the sun set.  It was also where Seth and Will had met him ... what, only a week ago?  It seemed a lot longer ago than that, so much had happened to him in the days since then – all of it good.

Seeing the solitary figure sitting alone as he himself had done so often, his heart went out to Tyler.  He didn’t have the armor that many boys had these days, and his love for Pablo consumed all his emotions, hopes and, in this case, fears.

As Ossie walked out onto the rocks and approached him from behind, Tyler turned round, as startled as Ossie had when Seth and Will had surprised him.  “Hey, Tyler.  Great out here isn’t it?  This was always my favorite spot too – used to come out here alone most days at sunset.”

“Hello, Ossie,” Tyler said as Ossie sat beside him.  I’m glad you came, because I think I owe you an apology.”

“If it’s about what I think it is, you have nothing to be sorry for, dude.  I hope you don’t mind but Pablo told me about your conversation up in your room and, well, how you resolved it,” he grinned.  “But I did want to make sure it is fully resolved and that you and I are still friends. 

“You see, Tyler, I just became the boy of two beautiful guys, Bob’s twins, so there’s no way I would start sniffing around some other man.  I like Pablo a lot, but the thought of me being a rival for his affections is way off the mark.”

Tyler said, “Ossie, I know I was over-paranoid, but it wasn’t you I was concerned about, it was Pablo.  You seemed to be a much better match for Pablo than me.  You’re smart, mature, confident and sociable with other guys – all the things I’m not.  I still don’t understand why Pablo chose me as his boy.  That’s why I sometimes worry he’ll ditch me for someone like you.”

Ossie rested his hand on Tyler’s knee.  “Let me tell you something, dude.  When I came to the tribe I was confused by all the different relationships I saw between guys, so I confided in Bob.  I asked him to tell me about love.  He said it was impossible to describe love ‘cos there were as many kinds of love as there are people – all different shapes and sizes, and different reasons for being attracted to each other.

“You have obvious matches of equals, like Bob and Randy for example, two equally gorgeous alpha males.  Then you have mis-matched couples that prove the old saying, ‘opposites attract’. 

Take Miguel and Finn.  Miguel’s a handsome, successful master-chef who met a tough-as-nails street hustler Finn.  He saw Finn at a big leather show, being ‘sold off’ by his ‘master’.  Miguel saw him as a challenge and took him on as his boy.  Finn was exactly the renegade bad boy he needed.  He tamed him, molded him, they fell in love and now they’re perfect lovers.”

“So where do I fit in, Ossie?”

“Well, not in the Bob/Randy category, obviously,” Ossie grinned.  “More like Finn and Miguel, in a way, minus the hustler thing, of course.  I’m guessing that Pablo was looking not for an equal, but the opposite – a shy, insecure boy that he could take under his wing, protect and nurture – such as teaching him how not to be intimidated by a posh hotel,” Ossie grinned.

“Pablo’s already got an equal in Darius.  If he had another one he’d probably fight all the time, he’s so much like his dad Randy.  And taking care of you is probably a boost to Pablo’s sense of his own manhood.  But ... a big but ... his boy has to be devoted to him – which you clearly are, Tyler.  In other words you’re a perfect match for Pablo, and that’s why he loves you so much.” 

Tyler turned and looked at Ossie, lit by the golden light of the sun, sinking low in the sky.  “Ossie, you are so cool – I hope we’ll always be friends.  So how come you know so much about love between guys when you’ve lived such a solitary life?”

“Oh, I don’t know such a whole lot, I’m still groping my way through life like everyone else.  I never used to talk much, but I listened and observed, and I have what Bob calls an analytical mind.  He said that’s why I enjoy my job so much ‘cos it’s all about figures.”  Ossie laughed.  “I guess that means I know how to add two and two and come up with four.”

Tyle smiled, “I can see why you’re so perfect for the twins, Ossie, ‘cos they’re smart and all the things you are, they’ve learned a whole lot from Bob.”

“Yeah, Bob’s a great guy to talk to if you’re puzzled about something.  I’ve already learned a lot from him – like the meaning of love,” he chuckled.  “But also, Tyler, never be afraid to confide in Pablo when you’re uneasy or confused.  That’s part of the deal – he’s there to comfort you and teach you – as well as make love to you.”  Ossie looked out to sea.  “Hey, the sun’s getting low.  I hope Pablo gets here before it sets, ‘cos it puts on quite a show.”

Tyler shielded his eyes from the sun and looked along the beach.  “I can see him now in the distance.  I’d know that stride anywhere, so arrogant and macho.  Makes my dick hard.  I love him so much, Ossie.”

A few minutes later Pablo was walking out on the rocks to join them and Ossie shifted sideways to make room for him next to Tyler.  Pablo sat down and said, “OK, Ossie, so the old banger will make it back to L.A. and last a few hundred miles after that.  The timing belt is in decent shape and I adjusted the timing so it won’t do that shuddering thing it’s been doing.”

Ossie thanked him and Pablo put his arm round Tyler and gave him all his attention.  “So much for the old banger, kiddo, so how’s my cute butt-banger boy doin’ ... everything OK with you?”

“Yes, sir, very OK, especially after Ossie and me had a long talk.”

“Good, I was hoping you would.  So now we can enjoy our stay here.  Ah, so this is the famous sunset I’ve heard do much about – and every bit as spectacular as the guys said it was.  Looks like I got here just in time.”

The great golden globe was touching the horizon and there was an awed silence on the rocks as they watched it sink lower.  Ossie was sitting a little behind the others, to give them a sense of being alone at the magical moment.  And when it came, the sun sank into the sea with an almost audible plop, sending golden rays shooting up into the turquoise sky and setting fire to the wispy clouds.

Pablo turned to look at Tyler and pulled him into a long, lingering kiss.  Tears came to Ossie’s eyes watching them kiss, just as he had watched Seth and Will embrace.  On that occasion he wished he had a man to kiss, but now he knew he had two, the twins, and his face glowed almost as bright as the sky. Suddenly he wanted to hear their voices, and promised himself to call them as soon as he got back to the hotel.

“Hey, Ossie, what you doin’ back there, get your butt up here with us.”  Pablo had at last pulled back from the kiss and Ossie now sat beside him.  Between the two boys Pablo spread his arms over their shoulders.  “This is perfect.  It’s moments like this you remember always, don’t ya think kiddo?” Tyler nodded, his eyes shining. 

“I was thinking,” Pablo said, “I don’t feel like dressing up for the dining room tonight, I’d like to kick back in our room with dinner from room-service.  How’s that grab you, Tyler?”

“I would love that, sir.”

“And hey, Ossie,” Pablo laughed, “if you can get over the hotel’s dumb no-mixing-with-the-guests rule, you’ll join us, won’t you?”

Ossie smiled, “Pablo, the hotel no longer has a say in the matter.  I am officially, as they say, separated from my job here.  So I’m free to do whatever the hell I want with the guests.”

“Hmm, worth remembering.  OK, guys, show’s over.  Let’s head back.”

Ossie grinned quietly.  The boss’s boy was sounding more and more like the boss himself. 

<><>    Ossie Earns His Wings    <><>

Ossie went back to the small hotel room he was about to vacate, to change his clothes and phone the twins.  They were working in the kitchen preparing dinner but talked while they worked, putting the phone on full-volume speaker so Will could hear too.

“Hey, dude, how’s it going down there?” Kyle asked.

“Going great, guys after a little hiccup early on.  You will not believe this, but we had the same problem as we had with Ryan.”

“Oh no,” Kevin laughed.  “So young Tyler thought you were stealing Pablo away from him.  Hey, dude, you’ve become quite the gigolo.”

“Yeah well, Pablo’s longtime lover Darius looks a lot like me, so poor Tyler put black skin and green eyes together and came up with treason. As Pablo loved the older green-eyed version he would naturally want the junior version too, and dump Tyler.”

“Jesus, I’m sorry Ossie,” Kevin said.  “How’d you handle it?”

“Well, Pablo handled it by taking Tyler to bed and fucked him to prove there were no grounds for his paranoia.  Then later, at sunset out on the rocks, I chatted to Tyler and basically told him what Bob told me – there are all different kinds of love, and different reasons guys fall in love. 

“I explained to him that sometimes opposites attract.  Pablo wanted a boy who was totally different from himself, an insecure boy he could protect and nurture, like he’s doing down here at the hotel.  I even said it would prob’ly be a boost to Pablo’s sense of his own manhood.

“Anyway, we all sat on the rocks and watched the sun set, and at the magic moment when it disappeared, Pablo kissed Tyler and it was like waving a wand over them, so all is perfect in paradise.”

“Dude,” Will laughed, “I think you’re the one who waved the wand.  I’ve never thought of you as the fairy godmother type, but today you earned your wings.”

“I gotta say, guys, that when they kissed, like you kissed Seth, Will, I thought of you guys and wished you were here.”

“Well,” Kyle said, “you’ll be here tomorrow, kiddo, and we’ll kiss you all over.”

“Oh, I forgot.  Pablo fixed up my little truck so it should get me back to L.A. in one piece, sometime in late afternoon.  So please let Brandon know I’ll be in the office bright and early Monday morning, and it’ll be for good, as I have formally quit my job here.  But you guys sound real busy so I’ll let you go.  Just wanted you to know that everything’s hunk-dory here.”

Ossie had already packed up his stuff ready to load it in his truck tomorrow.  He changed clothes and headed up to the top floor, though he took the back stairs from force of habit. 

When he went into the guys’ room, dinner had already been delivered by room service and was set up on the terrace.   “We took the liberty of ordering for you, Ossie, hope you like it.”

“I know I will, Pablo.  Everything is good here.  If anything is not good, Chef Miguel would have something to say about it.  A man who can tame Finn can easily whip a kitchen into shape.”

“So let’s eat, guys,” Pablo said. “Oh, one other thing.  Tyler and me were talking, and he would like to ask you something.”

Tyler cleared his throat.  “Er, Ossie, rather than you spending your last night here in that little old room, we were wondering if you would like to share our room – and our big king-size bed.”

Ossie beamed.  “Well, if you’re sure, dude.  Yes, I would love that.  Like I said earlier, now I’m no longer on staff here, I can do whatever the hell I want with the guests.” 

“Later, dude,” Pablo grinned. “We eat first... and then we’ll find out ‘whatever the hell’ you boys do want.”

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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 13: Chapter 29