Trial Of Strength (Book 13)
by Rob Williams
4 May 2022 624 readers Score 9.6 (31 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
"ORDEALS OF THE COP MARK"
<><> Timid Tyler Comes Out Of His Shell <><>
Having just been hired as a new assistant in the tribe’s business office, young Ossie had gone down to the hotel in Laguna Beach to officially resign from his former job there. He had been driven down the coast by the macho mechanic Pablo and his shy boy Tyler, who were spending a night in the luxury hotel.
At first Tyler was afraid that his man Pablo was lusting after Ossie and might dump Tyler and replace him with Ossie as his boy. But once they got that piece of paranoia out of Tyler’s head, the two boys became friends, and Tyler suggested that Ossie spend the night with him and Pablo.
After dinner on the room’s terrace, relaxed and well lubricated with wine and brandy, they went into the bedroom where Ossie and Tyler smiled at each other uncertainly. “Huh,” Pablo grinned, “I can see that I’ll have to take the lead here. You two guys got off on the wrong foot with this nonsense of yours, Tyler, about Ossie being your rival. When I took you to bed earlier today, kiddo, I made it clear that I’m your man and you’re my boy – my only boy.”
“Still, I wanna make sure that you kids have buried the hatchet and you’re pals. And there’s one sure way to confirm that. See, I’m in kind of a voyeur mood right now, and I feel like kicking back and watching you two kids make love. Thing is, who tops who? I’ll let you guys sort that one out.”
Pablo took off his shirt, dropped his pants and sprawled back in an armchair by the bed. He put one hand behind his head, and idly stroked his cock with the other. “OK, kids, you’re on.”
The two boys were roughly the same age, but Ossie was by far the more assertive of the two. He was smart too, and understood the dynamic in the relationship of the tough mechanic and the shy boy he was nurturing into manhood. He knew what Pablo and Tyler needed, so he made the crucial decision. While Tyler hesitated. Ossie stripped off his clothes and fell on his back on the spacious bed. Tyler would be the top man – great for his image and self-esteem.
Still Tyler hesitated and looked at Pablo who grinned and gave him a thumbs up. “Go for it, kid. I wanna watch you butt-fuck your buddy.”
With the encouragement of the man he idolized, Tyler’s confidence returned and his cock grew hard as he looked down at the handsome young black guy waiting for him. Ossie was still fairly new to man-on-man sex but had no fears about offering his ass to Tyler. He had already been fucked by both leaders of the tribe – Bob and Randy – and taking Tyler’s cock would be nothing compared with Randy’s massive shaft when he initiated Ossie into the tribe.
The emerging bond between the two boys grew suddenly stronger as Tyler knelt on the bed, grinned at his buddy and eased his cock inside him. Ossie encouraged him. “Feels great, dude. Go ahead, give it to me.”
Pablo looked on proudly as his boy lost all his inhibitions and began to pound ass with the confidence of a top man. “This feels great, dude,” Tyler laughed. “Your ass feels so good, Randy must’ve primed it well – did the same to me once. I can’t match that.”
“You don’t have to, buddy,” Ossie grinned. “Two boys making love is different from a savage Randy fuck, and I love it.”
“Me too, kid,” Pablo said. “Turns me on watching my boy pound ass.” He got up and stood at the head of the bed stroking his cock. This is how he wanted to see his boy, growing in confidence and maturity, butt-fucking his buddy with no hint of reticence. The boys were having a blast – laughing, talking dirty, egging each other on.
Ossie was stroking his own cock as Tyler fucked harder, looking down at him, then up at Pablo who watched proudly from the head of the bed. He leaned forward over Ossie’s body, pulled Tylers face toward him and kissed him. It was a whole new experience for Ossie, staring up at master and boy kissing above him while the boy’s cock hammered inside him.
When he pulled back from the kiss Pablo said, “OK, boy, let me see you spill your load in his ass. Do it for me kiddo.”
Ossie watched Pablo pound his own cock in his fist while his boy pounded his ass. “I think I’m gonna cum, sir,” Tyler said to his man. Then to Ossie, “Here it comes, dude ... fuck ... fuck. He tensed as his cock emptied its load in his pal’s ass, and Ossie jerked off over his own body. They smiled at each other, Tyler pulled out, leaned down and kissed Ossie, then fell forward on the bed beside him.
As they laughed Pablo was seeing a new side of his boy, with more confidence and joy than ever before. They tilted their heads back to look at Pablo behind them and opened their mouths wide just as he climaxed and spurted hot juice in their open mouths.
Newly energized, Tyler sprang to his feet, walked up to Pablo and kissed him, sharing the cum that had filled his mouth. “OK, guys,” Tyler said, taking charge. “No need to shower. I’ll wipe us off and then bed, ‘cos It’s been a long day and I’m bushed.”
He ran to the bathroom to get a towel, and Pablo smiled at Ossie. “Thanks dude, you’ve done him a power of good. He’s a changed man ... my man.
Ossie said, “It was in there all the time, Pablo, just waiting to burst out. I’m starting to learn that a good fuck can work miracles.
<><> Ossie Reflects On His Changed Life <><>
They spent the next day together on the beach. After the breakthrough last night Tyler had come out of his shell and really was, as Pablo said, a changed man. He was still devoted to Pablo but brought more to the relationship than hero worship. Pablo loved the newly assertive boy, as if their age difference had shrunk and they were buddies as well as master and boy.
When it came time to leave and head back to town, they were ready, renewed and refreshed. Ossie said he would drive his own pickup, which master mechanic Pablo had temporarily repaired. Pablo said he and Tyler would follow him all the way, in case the repairs didn’t hold.
Ossie felt a sense of liberation. Driving alone in his truck he had time on the drive to contemplate, to think about the major transition he was making in his life. He was starting to realize how restricted his life here as a hotel employee had been. Now as he looked in the rearview mirror he felt safe, seeing Pablo’s truck following him like a guardian angel.
He had lots of guardian angels now, he thought, starting with the twins, and his boss Brandon. If ever he needed advice he knew he could get it from Bob, and he was sure that big boss Randy would never let anything bad happen to him. Randy would protect him as he protected all the boys. He smiled as he thought of the boys who supported each other and circled the wagons when one of them was in trouble. He felt sure they would circle around him too if it was ever necessary.
His mind wandered to the men and boys he had met so far and those he had heard about but not met. He was most intrigued by what he had heard of Mark and Jamie, the handsome blond cop and his tanned California surfer. How had they managed the recent arrival of young Felipe, who now made up a threesome? Ossie himself was in a three-way relationship with the twins, Kyle and Kevin, and Bob had told him that, while three wasn’t necessarily a crowd, it could get complicated, and took work on everyone’s part.
Then there was talkative Eddie and his handsome Arab/Asian Marine Captain Hassan. The buzz was that Eddie would soon be spending a couple of days on the Marine Base with Hassan, making a recruiting video of the young Marine cadets in training. He was sure that Eddie would come home brimming with wild stories about that experience.
He hadn’t heard much about Jamie’s friend Nate and his fellow Aussie Adam, an airline executive. They had gone off together for a break in Sydney, and he knew that would be another fount of adventure stories from down under.
Then there was Grady, who Ossie had secretly discovered was the big action movie star he had jerked off to so often. Bob was his attorney and Grady apparently lived in a big estate in the hills with a lover called Mario. Ossie wondered if he would ever meet them.
He sighed happily. So many men, so many stories. He knew that from now on he would be part of the fabric of all those stories and he just hoped he could contribute his own stories. He felt comfortable that in the last couple of days he had made a contribution to Pablo and Tyler and helped them kick their relationship up to a new level.
Before he knew it he was pulling his little truck up to the gates of the compound, with Pablo and Tyler right behind him. The twin chefs, Kevin and Kyle, came out to greet them, taking a quick break from the kitchen, still wearing their aprons.
They hugged enthusiastically and Pablo said, “Dudes this is one helluva guy you’ve got here. He was a huge help with Tyler and me. I’ll leave him to tell you all about it, ‘cos Tyler and me are going upstairs. As Randy would say, ‘we got some business to take care of’.”
The twins walked inside with Ossie. “Come to the kitchen and tell us all about it while we work,” Kyle said.”
“Only if you’ll fill me in on all the stuff that’s been going on here, all the comings and goings. I want all the stories.”
“Well, to start with,” Kevin said, “it’s just Will and us in the kitchen now that Felipe’s gone up to Guadalupe to join Mark and Jamie. When you guys took him to the train station yesterday Felipe was so excited. But Bob had a phone call yesterday that concerned him a bit ... something to do with Mark, though Bob said it was all a bit vague.”
Kyle smiled, “You’ve already seen how tricky three-way relationships can be, kiddo. But not for us, eh? So glad to have you back, Ossie ... and this time for good.
<><> The Cop Mark's Malaise <><>
As Kevin had intimated, the idyllic atmosphere on the beach of the Guadalupe dunes was slightly overshadowed by a small cloud in an otherwise bright blue sky. But it didn’t manifest itself in the couple of days Mark and Jamie had spent there alone in the beach shack they owned. The mostly deserted beach was their favorite spot for getting away from the stress of the city to relax and make love.
The square jawed blond cop and the bronzed young surfer made a stunning couple. Their love was legendary in the tribe since the day they met. Jamie had then been a hotheaded street kid, always in trouble, but the cop had seen some good in him and taken him on as his boy. He had tamed him, they had fallen in love and were inseparable from then on.
It was a well-know ritual that every day when the uniformed cop came home from work, Jamie would be waiting naked on the bed for him.
In the ensuing years Jamie had thrived, matured and become such an assertive young man that Mark came to think of him as his man rather than his boy.
And recently Jamie’s surfing skills had got him a prestigious job on Grady’s lifeguard movie, where Jamie was in charge of the many surfer extras needed for the beach scenes. That made Mark even prouder of him and he had brought him up to the beach shack for a break before Jamie was to begin filming on Grady’s new movie, set to begin production in a few weeks.
Recently, while surfing alone, Jamie had stumbled across Felipe, a young man from Honduras who had braved the dangerous journey from Honduras and crossed the U.S. border illegally. Jamie had taken him back to the tribe, which embraced him, and the co-leader Bob pulled some strings to get Felipe a valid work permit.
Also embracing Felipe was Mark, pleased that Jamie had found a boy his own age, with so much in common, including a love of surfing. They soon became a small, loving family of three.
But Felipe knew he was a sort of third wheel when he entered the intimate world of the cop and the surfer, so he was careful to give them the space to make love alone as they always had. Which is why he had suggested those two spend a couple of days together at the beach shack before he came up by train to join them.
Jamie had been pacing excitedly all morning, and when the time came he said, “OK if I take the truck and meet Felipe at Guadalupe train station, Mark?”
“Of course,” Mark smiled. “You’re like a cat on hot bricks, making me dizzy, so off you go.”
After Jamie left, taking his youthful energy with him, a silence now fell over the beach, broken only by the hiss of waves breaking on the shore, and the cry of seagulls whirling overhead.
Mark welcomed the peace and quiet, although the very fact that he enjoyed the sudden lack of activity left him uneasy, though he didn’t quite know why. He got himself a beer from the shack and lay back on a chaise on the beach in the sun, wearing only in black speedos.
It was a perfect time and place for him to think about his life and take stock of his feelings. He heaved a deep sigh, took a swig of beer and gazed out over the ocean. A short while ago he had been out there in the waves surfing with Jamie. But Jamie’s energy had been boundless, Mark’s not so much. After a while, he made up some dumb excuse about a pulled muscle and came ashore, leaving the golden boy surfer to ride the waves alone.
And that now seemed to Mark as a token of the malaise that was nagging at him. He and Jamie had always done things together, but lately their energies and desires had not always been in sync. Was he getting old, was that it? No ... in his mid-thirties he was getting older, sure – who wasn’t? – but he was not old by any definition. His friend Bob told him that he was getting better looking as the years went by. Maturity went well with his chiseled blond features and ripped muscular physique
However, Jamie was in his mid twenties, with a more excitable, youthful outlook on life, and manifestly more energy, as he had just proved with his ability to surf endlessly while Mark was good for only an hour or so.
Mark frowned. Was he in a rut? Compared with Jamie it seemed so. Jamie had recently made a brilliant leap in his career, into the glamorous world of movie making. He had already worked on the first of Grady’s ‘Hunter’ lifeguard movies and was about to begin another.
The directors and studio bosses loved his work and told Jamie he was invaluable to the shoot. His expert knowledge of the weather and surfing conditions and his uncanny ability to corral a pack of surfer extras to perform on time and in unison when the direct yelled ‘Action!’ was nothing short of miraculous. When he came home every evening he was bubbling over with stories of the day’s shoot, with all it’s laughter and mishaps.
And what did Mark have to talk about? Yet another day patrolling the streets of Los Angeles on his police motorcycle – the petty crimes, road accidents, domestic disturbances – the same stuff he had talked about ever since he first met Jamie.
Oh, the department thought highly of him and had often urged him to take a promotion in rank to a senior desk job. But Mark never wanted to leave his current job, being out in the trenches where the action was. He thought of himself as a man of action ... although that didn’t seem so appropriate when he compared himself with Jamie’s limitless energy.
Still, Jamie now had Felipe to match his energy – they were perfect playmates, which relieved Mark of trying to keep up with Jamie. The boys had become lovers and at first Mark had the crazy notion that Felipe might replace him in Jamie’s affections. But he knew that the love between himself and Jamie was ironclad ... with just a few necessary shifts in emphasis perhaps. And Mark had taken Felipe to his heart, so they made a great threesome – and Felipe was terrific in bed.
Anyway, wasn’t Mark in another threesome of his own – the triangular love affair between him, Bob and Randy? God knows they had started out ragged enough – three competitive alpha males – but when each man admitted his love for the other two, they became known in the tribe no longer as the ‘tormented trio’, but the ‘triumphant trio’. And Jamie had no problem with that. It even enhanced his image of Mark, as the lover of the tribe’s two bosses.
Mark sighed and took another hit of beer. What a complex tangle of permutations when a group of horny men lived together.
His mind went back a few minutes to Jamie’s excitement, hopping from foot to foot waiting impatiently to go and pick up his buddy. God, how he loved the boy – always had and knew he always would. And that helped calm his jumbled thoughts as he closed his eyes and dozed in the sun.
<><> Felipe and Jamie Reunited <><>
While Mark napped, Jamie paced up and down the single platform of the Guadalupe train station. It was a small station, with only two trains a day in each direction, the Amtrak Pacific Surfliner that hugged the coast all the way up here from San Diego and Los Angeles.
Jamie shielded his eyes, gazing along the track where, in the far distance, he at last saw the light of the oncoming train. It grew larger and the noise grew louder until the long sleek train thundered into the station and screeched to a halt.
Not many people alighted, and Jamie ran up and down to find Felipe, anxious that he might have missed the train. But there he was, getting out of the last car. Jamie ran to the end of the platform and threw his arms round his friend. “Dude, I was afraid you missed it.”
“Dummy,” Felipe grinned, “I would have phoned you if I had.” Although Hispanic, Felipe had an incongruous British accent, having lived for a long time with a wealthy English family in Honduras as their houseboy. “You’re looking as stunning as always, Jamie. You even wore a shirt to greet me,” he laughed.
Jamie, as always, was wearing red lifeguard boardshorts and sneakers, and had thrown on an old T-shirt just before leaving the shack. Felipe hitched his backpack over his shoulder and they headed for Jamie’s truck parked just outside. As they got in Felipe said, “That is a long train ride, dude, four hours. The scenery’s great, all the way up the coast, but gazing out at the ocean I had only one thought – I wanted to jump right in it.”
“Right there with you, dude. I already waxed up two boards and we’ll go surfing as soon as we get there.”
“Mark too? Have you had a good couple of days with Mark?”
“Oh sure. We’ve been lovers for so long we can almost read each other’s thoughts. But, er, I don’t think he’ll be surfing with us. Tell you the truth he’s in kind of a weird mood – sort of reflective, like he’s working something out in his mind. We’re as close as ever, made love a lot but, like, when we went surfing early this morning he lasted only about an hour before coming back up to the shack.”
“Oh dear. I don’t want to complicate things for him, Jamie. Maybe I shouldn’t have come.”
“That’s nonsense, I’m glad you’re here and so is Mark, he said so. Matter of fact it makes things easier. Now I have you to play around with he can sit back and relax. That’s prob’ly what he’s doing right now, dozing in the sun, I bet.”
Jamie was right. Even the sound of the truck pulling up behind the shack didn’t wake Mark on his chaise. The boys walked round to the beach and Jamie smiled, nodded toward Mark and whispered, “See, what did I tell you?”
Felipe smiled. “He looks so beautiful lying there in just speedos. I always forget how gorgeous he is when I haven’t seen him in a while. I get a hardon just looking at him.”
“You wanna wake him up?” Jamie grinned.
“Love to.” Felipe dropped to his knees and gazed down at Mark’s chiseled features and tousled blond hair falling over his forehead. His lips were slightly apart as he breathed steadily, and that was Felipe’s target. He leaned forward, braced his hands in the sand, bent down and lightly kissed his brow and his cheek, then brushed his lips lightly against Mark’s. The cop groaned and stirred but didn’t wake up ... until Felipe pushed his tongue in his mouth and kissed harder.
His eyes flickered open and Felipe pulled back. Mark smiled, “Hey, kiddo, great to see that handsome face again. So don’t stop. Any more where that came from?”
“For you, of course, sir.” Mark cupped his hand round the back of the boy’s head and pulled him down into a more passionate kiss. When they separated at last Mark looked up and grinned at Jamie who was ignoring them, holding his surfboard upright and rubbing it hard.
“See, Felipe?” Mark laughed. “He’s in love with that board. Given a choice of me or a surfboard it’s not even close – the board wins hands down. So how was the train trip, kiddo?”
“Long, sir, and tantalizing. Most of the way I was looking out over the ocean and I was this close to leaping off the train, running across the beach and diving in the water.”
“Which is why I am waxing his surfboard, sir,” Jamie said. “Sorry if I was giving it more attention than I do you, sir.” His rascally smile suggested he wasn’t sorry at all.
“I wish you guys wouldn’t keep calling me sir all the time. Makes me feel old.”
Jamie faked surprise. “You, sir? Old? You don’t get older, you get better. And we’ve been over that ‘sir’ thing many times ... sir. We prefer to give a man like you the respect you deserve. Besides, it’s real sexy.”
Felipe agreed, “And I was always told that if you get pulled over by a cop you have to treat him with respect and call him sir all the time. You stand a better chance of not getting arrested.”
“Huh, I thought you guys got off on being arrested by me, tied down to the bed and butt-fucked by a uniformed cop who takes his shirt off while he’s pounding your ass.”
Felipe said, “Jamie, I am on the verge of badmouthing the cop, getting arrested, tied up and creaming my shorts.”
“I know the feeling, buddy. Time we cooled off in the water, so grab a board. You coming with us, Mark?”
“Nah, I’m happy right where I am, dude. Besides, I can’t keep up with you young bucks. You go have fun. I’ll watch and play with my dick.”
“OK, Felipe,” Jamie grinned, “you heard the officer. Mustn’t disobey orders. Not yet anyway.”
Mark watched them gallop down to the water, their boards tucked under their arms, and launch themselves into the surf.
<><> Mark Phones Home <><>
Mark’s goal had always been to make Jamie happy, and now he got a kick out of watching him frolic in the waves with his buddy, two athletic young jocks of the same age laughing together in their natural element – water.
But, happy as it made Mark to see them, it brought back his former feelings of exclusion. Mark enjoyed surfing but he didn’t share their boundless youthful energy. Jamie needed an equal who could match his racing hormones, which is why the arrival of Felipe in their lives was so timely.
But where did that leave Mark? Was he, in fact, too old for them both? Would they eventually drift apart from him? He cursed his melancholy thoughts that marred his pleasure on such an idyllic day as this, lying on a pristine California beach, the sun beaming down from a cloudless azure sky. He didn’t feel he could share his unsunny reflections with the boys, it would tarnish their joy.
But he did need to talk to someone ... and he suddenly knew who. He had not spoken much lately with the man he loved second only to Jamie – Bob. He and Bob were kindred spirits, and Bob’s lover Randy had embraced them both in what the tribe called a triumphant trio. Suddenly his clouds lifted at the prospect of hearing Bob’s voice, and he reached for his cellphone.
“Hey, Bob, hope I’m not interrupting anything, I know how busy you are. Do you have a minute to talk?”
“For you, officer I have as many minutes as you want. But I’m surprised you do. Shouldn’t you be out riding the waves with those two gorgeous boys of yours?”
“Dude, you touched a nerve right there. The boys are out there right now frolicking like dolphins, but I’m too old for this bullshit. There, that’s it in a nutshell.”
“A bit more information please, officer.”
So Mark launched into a jumble of the melancholy thoughts that had crept up on him, and his conflicting feelings about his joy for the boys, marred by his own ability to join in. “I’m getting old, Bob. Am I in danger of losing Jamie too?”
“Wow, you said a mouthful there, Mark. And my first reaction is that frolicking like dolphins doesn’t sound like bullshit, it sounds charming. But what you just blurted out about yourself?” Now that’s bullshit.
Mark smiled. “Good to hear you say that, buddy, but I’m not convinced.”
“OK, I have a plan.”
“Good to hear that too, Bob – you always do.”
“Right, here it is. Tomorrow morning Randy and Zack are going down to the Building Trades and Construction Convention at the San Diego Convention Center. They’ll be having a whole series of meetings and plan on staying two nights.
“Which leaves me all alone. I won’t even have the twins ‘cos they’re currently shacking up with their new boy Ossie who, by the way, has turned out to be quite a find – smart, assertive and loving, just right for my twins. Which leaves me even more alone. My office is coasting along quite nicely under the watchful eye of my brilliant assistant Ryan. And Brandon’s office is fully staffed.”
“And ...?” Mark queried.
“And so ... I’m coming up there to see you. There are flights from L.A. to San Luis Obispo near where you are so I’ll fly up tomorrow morning. All you have to do is meet me at the airport.”
“Jeez, you really have it all figured out don’t you?
“I usually do, buddy. Except I don’t have you figured out yet. But we’ll work on that together.”
“You’re starting to sound real bossy, man. Do I have a choice?
“No you don’t. Do you want a choice?”
“No dude. Right now there’s no one in the world I’d rather see than you.”
“Back at ya, dude. At least we think alike about one thing. I’ll call you with the flight time. Hang in there, buddy. The cavalry’s on its way.”
Mark was smiling as he shut off the phone. He realized just how much he needed Bob – his square-jawed face, smiling brown eyes, his sculpted body, and the sound of his calm commanding voice. He wanted to kiss him, make love, and fuck him – or get fucked by him, whichever. Didn’t matter. He just needed him.
<><> Surfer Wrestling Match <><>
His worries abated and Mark was at last able to relax. He dozed off and dreamed ... of Bob. And when he woke he had a raging hardon in his speedos – a fact not lost on the boys whose voices had woken him. They stood, dripping wet, smiling down at him. “And who’s responsible for that?” Jamie teased. “You been having phone sex?”
“Sort of,” Mark grinned, “I’ve been talking to Bob.”
“Ah, the best kind of phone sex. Eddie has a name for it – a Boss Bob Boner.”
“But listen guys, there’s something I wanna run by you. Bob happens to be all alone right now and has offered to come up here to join me. I have stuff on my mind, and seeing him will help. But I want to make sure you two are OK with it.”
“OK?! We love the idea, eh Felipe?”
“Absolutely. Besides, you and Bob together always look so sexy, and he’ll take good care of you. But in the meantime, sir, until he gets here, Jamie and I have decided that we are going to take care of you – in every way.”
“Starting with that huge bulge in your speedos,” Jamie grinned.
“Go for it, guys, I’m all yours.” Mark instinctively reached down and slid his hand under his speedos. But Jamie protested.
“Oh no you don’t. We said we would take care of that. We’re certainly not gonna let you take care of yourself. Why jack off when you’ve got two hot sexy surfers standing right here?”
“Come to think of it,” Felipe said, with a gleam in his eye. “Jamie, you recall him mentioning a cop who arrests a guy, ties him up and works him over? Well, for my money there’s only one thing hotter than that ... when it’s the cop himself who’s captured, tied up and worked over.”
“Damn straight,” Jamie said. “That I wanna see.”
“Guys. I don’t think ...” but it was too late. Mark was stretched out on a big blanket in front of the shack’s raised porched. The boys grabbed a couple of old discarded T-shirts, wound them unto ropes and used them to tie Mark’s wrists to the uprights supporting the porch.
They stood back and admired the erotic sight – a near naked muscle-cop lying spread-eagled on the ground, arms stretched up in a V. He tugged at his bound wrists but the boys, like all the tribe’s boys, knew their knots and he was helpless. But his writhing body served to stiffen the boys’ cocks as they gazed down at him, their tanned bodies still running with seawater.
“Awesome,” Felipe said, “so damn sexy. Such a huge turn-on Jamie. Makes my dick hard.”
“You and me both, kid.” Jamie reached across and cupped his hand over the bulge in Felipe’s boardshorts. Felipe did likewise, then they slid their hands under the waistband of each other’s shorts and pushed them down to the ground. They stepped out of them, stared at each other and kissed.
Mark moaned and made a feeble attempt to get free, staring up at the naked, tousle-haired surfers, one blond, one dark, making love. He had watched the boys make love before, but he had never been tied helpless, unable to join in. He groaned louder as their passion mounted, they pressed against each other chest to chest and kissed voraciously.
Their muscles flexed as they pitted their strength against each other, until suddenly Jamie hooked his foot round Felipe’s leg and yanked hard. They lost their balance and fell down, locked together, on the soft sand. They grappled like young wrestlers rolling over in the sand, and Mark raised his head and gazed at the fantasy image of two naked, muscular jocks fighting for supremacy.
Jamie was on his back under Felipe, but he raised his foot, pressed it against his rival’s chest and shoved hard. Felipe reeled back up on his feet again, Jamie leapt up too and they circled each other, looking for an opening.
Mark was desperate to touch his own cock as he watched them move slowly, their naked ripped bodies wet with sweat and saltwater and caked with sand from their fight.
Felipe backed up to the porch and his hand touched a tap connected to a hose. He turned it on, grabbed the end of the hose and pointed it at Jamie. His body was instantly soaked, the sand washing off him, as he ducked and weaved, cupping his cock and balls, trying to avoid the jet.
Finally he rushed Felipe. Grabbed the hose from him and returned the favor. It was Felipe’s turn to be hosed down and he backed up to the porch. Jamie at last turned off the hose while Felipe wiped the water from his eyes, momentarily blinded.
Jamie saw his opening. He spun Felipe round, pressed against his back and reached round him. He raised his arms up over Felipe’s chest and locked his hands behind his neck. Felipe groaned, his arms splayed up, trapped in a powerful full nelson hold. Jamie’s chest pressed again his back and his cock pressed against his ass..
“No!” Mark yelled, struggling to free himself and help Felipe.
“Nothing you can do, officer,” Jamie snarled. “He’s mine, and I’m gonna take him all the way.”
Suddenly Felipe’s eyes opened wide and he howled as he felt Jamie’s cock pierce him from behind. Mark stared in disbelief. The handsome dark-haired jock, helplessly locked in a submission hold, was getting his ass reamed by the winner of the fight. He struggled to get free while the blond surfer pounded his ass.
Mark too struggled, not so much to free the tortured athlete as to touch his own throbbing cock. A damp patch spread over his speedos as his cock oozed precum and his balls were fit to burst.
Locked together the two athletes staggered around as one pounded the other’s ass, always facing the bound cop.
Looking over Felipe’s shoulder Jamie taunted the cop. “Nothing you can do to help your boy, officer. You’re tied up and he’s helpless, with my big dick deep in his ass. He’s getting fucked good and you’re forced to watch. Enjoy the view officer.”
“Fuck you, boy,” Mark yelled, but the merciless fuck continued.
Felipe, of course, was having a great time, not only getting butt-fucked by his lover, but getting caught up in the pornographic fantasy of a cop, stripped naked and tied up, forced to watch as the two jocks went at it, the blond ploughing the Hispanic’s ass.
It was the fantasy that finally pushed Felipe over the top. He moaned, “I gotta cum. I’m so close, man. Let me touch my cock.”
Jamie released one of Felipe’s arms but kept the other arm locked in a still-painful half-nelson. They were standing over Mark now and he stared up mesmerized as Felipe grabbed his own cock with his free hands and pounded it in his fist. “I’m real close, Jamie. Damn your cock feels good inside me. Cum in my ass dude. Please ... I’m gonna cum ... aaagh!”
Their shouts echoed in the dunes as Jamie spurted hot juice in his lover’s ass while Felipe pointed his cock down at the bound cop and poured semen over his chiseled features and writhing naked body.
Slowly, Jamie pulled out of his boyfriend’s ass and kissed him. They turned together and grinned down at Mark. “Did you like that, sir?” Jamie asked.
“Fucking spectacular. Except I’ve still got my boner, worse than ever. I thought you boys were gonna take care of me.
“Oh we are, sir,” Felipe said innocently. “You’re next.”
<><> Taking Care Of The Cop <><>
They stood over him, both naked, and discussed their options. “Beautiful,” Felipe said. “Almost seems a shame to touch him.”
“Yeah, but first we gotta get those speedos off him. They’re soaked in precum.”
They knelt down, one on each side and pulled the speedos down and off over his feet. Felipe held them to his face and breathed in. Hm, sexy smell. Here, you try, sir.” Felipe pressed the trunks over Marks face and he inhaled reflexively, smelling the musky scent of his own juice. His cock had sprung up fully erect and the smell made it stiffen even more.
From both sides the boys ran their hands over the contours of the ripped, muscular body, and when they came to the pecs they squeezed his nipples. He groaned and they bent down, sucked his tits and bit them.
“Fuck, guys,” he groaned, “you’re gonna make me shoot.”
“Not yet, sir.” Jamie smiled. “First we want to show you how much we love you. They worked their way down to his cock that stood to attention like a flagpole, and buried their faces in his blond pubic hair. They licked up the shaft, one on each side, and sucked the head, tasting the precum that still oozed from the top.
“Guys I can’t take much more of this,” he groaned. “You’re bringing me so fucking close.”
Felipe moved level with Mark’s face, bent down and kissed it, while Jamie lowered his mouth over his cock and swallowed it all the way down, careful to keep his mouth wide open and not purse his lips round the thick shaft. After a few tense minutes they changed position and Jamie kissed the naked cop while Felipe sucked his cock.
It was clear Mark was on the edge of orgasm and Jamie said, “OK dude, let’s have mercy on him and put him out of his misery.” Their faces came close over Mark’s cock. Jamie licked the head while Felipe licked his bloated balls. The cop was driven wild and pleaded with them. “I can’t take anymore, guys. Let me cum, I wanna bust a load so bad.”
Jamie went down on the cock, right to the back of his throat, then pulled off and Felipe took his turn. Mark stared down at the erotic sight of the two young surfers going down on him in turn. He wasn’t sure who’s mouth it was when he finally gave in, shuddered, howled and blasted jets of come inside it. When the other boy swallowed his cock he came again. They continued taking turns on his cock that kept erupting in their mouths until at last he was drained dry.
He looked up and saw the boys kissing each other, passing his own creamy, bittersweet juice from mouth to mouth, then finally throwing their heads back and gulping it down.
They released his wrists and he rubbed them. “Dammit guys, when you say you’re gonna take care of a man you really mean it.”
“That’s just the start, sir. You must be hungry and, as you know, our friend Felipe is a master chef. We are going to cook you a meal fit for a king, or at least fit for the most gorgeous cop in the world. Wait right here, sir.”
They ran into the shack and Mark closed his eyes. “He was crazy about these kids. They were so perfect together and he loved watching them play – especially when they were playing with him. But as hot and sexy as that had been, it still didn’t answer the questions he had about himself and where he fitted in – he was more confused then ever. His mind turned to Bob and, despite his recent explosive orgasm, his cock stirred again. He could hardly wait for tomorrow.
<><> Bob Talks – Mark Listens <><>
The rest of the day was close to perfect, starting with the meal Felipe cooked. Even on the small stove in the shack he had rustled up a perfect meal for a hot, lazy afternoon. “I’ve cooked in worse kitchens than this,” Felipe smiled. “Compared with some, this is a cordon bleu kitchen.”
They went for long walks on the beach, and that evening they walked over the dunes to the rustic Mexican restaurant in the little village for a light dinner. Then, tired after a long day in the sun, they all slept together in a tangle of limbs in the bed that was so large it almost filled the small bedroom.
Next morning, as avid surfers often do, Jamie and Felipe got up just after dawn to catch the early waves. They left coffee, croissants and oatmeal for Mark, then hit the surf.
It was the smell of coffee that woke Mark, and he smiled when he realized that the boys had already gone. He didn’t need three guesses where to. His next thought was not so cheerful – he was alone again – and the old insecurities flooded back. But, just as quickly, his mood lightened with his next realization – Bob was coming today.
Mark was sitting on the patio with his coffee, gazing out into the distance where two tanned young surfers were elegantly riding the waves. They looked so right together, so happy, that his own self-doubts surfaced again, but he was saved by the bell – his phone.
“Bob, how are you? Where are you? You’re still coming aren’t you?”
“Of course I am. Matter of fact I’m driving to the airport right now.”
“On the phone while driving? If I saw that I’d have to arrest you.”
“And then I’d miss the plane, officer.”
“Hm, can’t let that happen. OK, I’ll let you off this time, with a warning. If I catch you doing that again I will arrest you.”
Promises, promises,” Bob chuckled. “OK, the flight gets into San Luis at eleven. Can you pick me up?”
“I’ll be there with bells on, buddy.”
“Nah, no bells or whistles. Just bring that handsome mug and sexy body. Gotta get off the phone, dude, before I get arrested by some pesky cop. You know how they are.”
Mark still had a big smile on his face as he rushed into the shower. It was a 45-minute drive up the coast, mustn’t be late. After a thorough shower he dried off and tried to decide what best to wear to meet a gorgeous man at an airport. It struck him that he was behaving like a teenager getting ready for a first date. Ah what the hell ... that’s how he felt.
He settled on cargo shorts, sneakers and a navy-blue T-shirt, just tight enough to show off his body, but not so tight as to look showy, like a flaunting bodybuilder. An hour to go, he jumped into his truck and took off.
With only light traffic he got to the small San Luis Obispo airport and waited at the arrival gate. The agent assured him the flight was on time. Why did he feel so excited? Nothing wrong with that ... Jamie and Felipe were excited most of the time. If that was the secret of youth, he could sure use some of it. There you go with the age thing again, he thought. Calm the fuck down.
It struck him that this must be exactly what Jamie had been feeling yesterday as he waited impatiently at the train station for Felipe. There seemed to be a kind of symmetry about that, which somehow seemed right, but he didn’t know why.
It being a small airport, he saw the plane land and taxi to the gate. He craned his neck to watch passengers come down the steps and then crowd into the terminal. Where was Bob? Maybe he‘d missed him.
Mark turned round to look again at the passengers walking away from the gate area, and suddenly heard over his shoulder, “Hey, officer, you looking for someone to arrest? Will I do?”
He whirled round to see Bob, stunning as always in his usual blue jeans and V-neck white T-shirt. Mark grinned, “Oh yeah, you’ll do just fine. You are so fucking under arrest, dude. Come here.” They hugged long and hard, but refrained from kissing in public. This was a small regional airport after all, maybe not as broad-minded as, say, San Francisco.
“I am so stoked to see you, buddy. Definitely an instant boner moment. I didn’t realize how much I’ve been missing you. Er, do you have any checked baggage?”
“You kidding? This is it,” Bob laughed, hitching a backpack over his shoulder. “This ain’t a weekend at the Ritz, it’s a shack on the beach. We’ll be naked most of the time, won’t we?”
“We will if I have my way. OK, no baggage so straight out to the truck and we’ll hit the road.”
Ten minutes later Bob was sitting beside Mark in his truck. There was silence at first, like lovers meeting nervously and not sure what to say. Bob broke the ice by plunging right in, in his usual forthright way.”
“OK, buddy, let get down to brass tacks here, no pussyfooting around. So what’s all this about a mid-life crisis?”
“Hey, steady on, not so much of the mid-life thing, please. I’m feeling old enough as it is.”
“Ah, so that’s the problem ... age. You explained it all to me yesterday, Mark, how you felt you were maybe getting too old for Jamie and his young buddy Felipe.” Mark nodded.
“OK,” Bob said, “so let me tell you, dude, getting older is tough to handle for most people. Hell I’ve even heard of guys who hit thirty and feel they’re over the hill. So they’re not in their twenties anymore, big deal. The thirties bring their own reward, and I’m sure we’ll find the same goes for the forties, fifties and so on. Shit, I even know a guy who still practices law in his eighties and he’s having a blast, with all the wisdom he’s accrued over the years.”
“I’m sure you’re right, Bob, but what really gets to me is the difference in age between Jamie and me. He’s growing into a terrific young stud, full of energy, and Felipe can match him. Yesterday when Jamie and I went surfing I gave up after an hour, but Jamie could have gone on all day. Then Felipe arrived and they went out on their boards and had all kinds of fun. That’s when I called you, dude.”
“And you did the right thing. Maybe I can talk some sense into you – and help you in other ways too. Mark, every relationship goes though this. The age difference is not a big deal at first but, as the years go by, the dynamic shifts and we have to cope with the changes.
“I’ll tell you a story. Years ago I had a friend named Ted, an older guy, pots of money, who lived in the South of France. He had a younger lover, but the boy had a wingding with an English kid his own age. Ted’s solution was to invite the kid to stay with them both at their villa.
“When I asked him if this was a problem he laughed and said it was not the problem, it was the solution. The two boys did all the energetic stuff together, leaving Ted to read his book on a chaise in the sun. His boy loved him as much as ever and sex was as good as ever. It was a win-win all around, a three-way match made in heaven.
“It’s similar to me and the twins, Mark. They’ve always been a unit to themselves and I let them enjoy that intimacy. I do my thing with Randy, and they do theirs. We respect each other and give each other space. And they’ve even just taken on a boy of their own, Ossie, a terrific, smart kid. Ossie was worried about the threesome thing and asked me if it counted as love. I told him love takes many forms – you just have to learn how to handle the situation so no one feels hurt.”
“Like I’ve been feeling eh?” Mark grinned. “I’m trying to come to terms with it, buddy, but I can’t help feeling old. Do you know they both still call me ‘sir’? That makes me feel old but Jamie said it sounds sexy.”
“Of course they call you ‘sir’ ‘cos that’s how they think of you. Mark, in the ten years I’ve known you, you’ve changed a bit physically – for the better. Still the same gorgeous looks and body, but with a maturity and wisdom that makes you even sexier. And don’t forget, Mark, that most of our boys are what I call ‘rescues’.
“When you met Jamie he was a skinhead running wild on the streets. God knows why a kid would shave off that beautiful mass of blond hair ... prob’ly thought it was cool or something. But you saw something special in him, you took charge of him, tamed him and he fell in love with his tough, handsome blond cop. The rest is history.
“Similar story with the twins. They were living on the streets and tried to steel my car to live in. You were gonna arrest them, but I talked you out of it and let me handle them. And look at them now, respected senior boys nurturing a boy of their own.
“There’s a kind of analogy with a stray dog who’s been picked up on the streets and ends up in an animal shelter. When someone adopts him, on some level the dog’s aware that you saved him, and they show you love and loyalty forever more. These kids are not dogs, of course, but their love for you is just as strong and long-lasting.
“See, Mark, I sometimes think we all live on two levels – terrestrial and celestial. Terrestrial is the lives we live on earth, our homes, jobs, the choices we make. We all make mistakes, but we do the best we can.
“Celestial is harder to define because it’s abstract, not really of this world. It’s love, compassion, devotion that all come from somewhere though we can never quite define where. Call it heaven, the cosmos, fate, whatever. There are no adequate words to describe it because we can’t understand it, but we better grab it when it comes to us by chance out of nowhere.”
Mark said, “I kinda see what you mean, dude. Like, love is the celestial bit and fucking is definitely of this earth. But even the fucking thing confuses me. See, the boys look up to me as an authority figure, a cop, which means I’m the top man, always the one who fucks.”
“I know just what you mean, Mark, which is why I am so lucky to have a soulmate in Randy. I know I’m looked up to by the guys as boss of the tribe, but if ever I let that go to my head, the gypsy sees right through me. He tears me down off my pedestal, strips me naked, throws me on the bed, even ties me to the bed, and fucks my ass with that monster cock, makes me beg for release. That sure cuts me down to size, shows me I’m not always so tough, not always the top man. Hell, it even makes me feel younger.”
By now they had pulled off the road and were bumping along the sandy road to the shack. When the truck came to a halt behind it Mark turned and looked into Bob’s deep brown eyes. “Man, I love you so damn much. You understand me. You said you would talk some sense into me – and help me in other ways too. You know what I really need, don’t you?”
Bob grinned. “Oh I know what you need. You may be a top man, a tough authoritarian cop, but I know just what you need. And you’re gonna get it, officer ... from me.”
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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 13: Chapter 30