Trial Of Strength (Book 13)
by Rob Williams
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"PASSION FADES FOR TWO BLOND LOVERS"
<><> Trouble With Danny? <><>
The drama that had gripped the tribe – caused by young Brian’s serious fall from his wheelchair – was coming to a satisfactory resolution after several days of anxiety. Brian had at last emerged from a mild coma, thanks to the medical skill and constant attention of Doctor Chad.
Brian was the much-loved boy of the popular action-movie hero Grady. The thought of losing his boy was unthinkable, and Grady stayed by Brian’s bedside, in a vigil where he talked nonstop to the boy in an attempt to stimulate him back to consciousness.
And now Brian was home at last. Immensely relieved, Grady wanted to make an endowment to Chad’s hospital to make possible Chad’s dream project of building a wing for pediatric care. The work would be undertaken by construction boss, and co-leader of the tribe, Randy. Grady had one request. “I want the building to be called The Brian House, with a big sign over the door.”
Grady had one other, far more personal way of thanking Doc Chad. He had gone to his house and offered his ass, an offer eagerly accepted by Chad and his Aussie lover Adam. Grady ended up being double-teamed by the handsome blond doc and the rugged, muscular Aussie. After Grady left, Adam smiled at Chad. “Mate, do you realize we just double fucked an action hero the whole world drools over?
On doctor’s orders Brian was spending most of his time in bed at home, with a dressing on his forehead wound and a rather dashing eyepatch over his right eye. Chad said he should wear it for a few days until the blurriness in his eye corrected itself.
The eye-patch was a source of admiration from Brian’s buddies, whose fantasies ranged over pirates, sailors, a cute cabin boy and his horny captain. Brian merrily laughed it all off, though he was aroused by all the sex-talk, having had no sex since his accident.
At the Grady House, life was slowly returning to normal – or mostly so. It was the opulent home of Grady and his Italian lover Mario, with Brian and the house manager and chef Danny. When Grady returned from his double-teaming by Chad and Adam he made straight for Brian’s room.
Brian had just got off the phone with his boyfriend Brandon, and now beamed, “Hello, sir, did you have a good time with Chad and Adam?”
“How did you know I was there?”
“Mario told me. He can read you like a book. He knew you were going to thank Chad in the way you know best.”
Grady grinned roguishly. “They double-teamed me, kiddo. The blond doc and his muscle-stud Aussie – two cocks at once.”
“Wow, I wish I’d seen that, it’s one for the record books. And I got more here.” Brian waved his gossip notebook. “I’ve just been talking to Brandon. He’s still in Palm Springs with Ranger Pete and he told me a way totally hot story of watching Larry in his bike workshop, covered in oil and grease. But the money shot is where Ranger Pete puts on his own fantasy that was straight out of a porn movie. I wrote it all down. Do you wanna hear it?”
“Duh! What d’ya think, kiddo? I’ve heard no good gossip since you knocked yourself out – I mean in the bad sense.” Grady climbed into bed with his boy. “So let’s hear it, kiddo.”
Meanwhile, Mario was talking to Danny in the kitchen. Danny had held the fort here while Grady and Mario had been focused on Brian in the hospital. He had been fielding phone calls from all over and giving all the worried men and boys the latest updates.
Mario told Danny about Grady’s endowment to Chad’s hospital. “There’s an old house on hospital grounds that would be totally renovated by Randy and his crew. And, er, Grady wants it to be called The Brian House. Er, how do you feel about that?”
“How do I? I think it’s a great idea – great for Grady, great for Chad, great for Randy who’ll have a real project to fill the gap in government contracts ... and great for Brian to have his name up in lights.”
“Danny, I know that in the last few days everyone’s attention has been centered on Brian, while you’ve being doing a terrific job here at drama-central keeping everyone informed. You’ve been out of sight while Brian has been the one on everybody’s mind.
“Of course, Danny, that was only natural since his accident, but even before that I’m always aware that Grady lavishes his attention on Brian, sitting in bed with him, laughing over the latest gossip, while you work hard in the background, feeding us and keeping the house running. The thing is, Danny ... I need to ask you this ... do you ever feel resentful of that?”
“No, Mario. I could never be resentful of Brian. He’s such a sweet kid. I love his company and we get on real well. You’ve seen us together, so actually I’m surprised you asked that.”
“I’m so glad to hear that, Danny because Grady and I love you so much. I, er, I asked the question only because, well, you’ve seemed rather down recently, especially since Tommy left here so abruptly. Is everything OK between you two?”
“I’d rather not talk about it, sir.”
“I mean, Tommy also has ...”
“I said, I don’t wanna talk about it,” Danny blurted, verging on rudeness.
“OK, I don’t want to badger you, Danny. But if you change your mind ...”
Danny abruptly changed the subject. “Sir, did you say Bob and Randy are coming up later? Because if they’re staying for dinner I should ...”
“Of course, I should have told you, I’m sorry, Danny. They are coming up to talk about Grady’s bequest to the hospital – a lot of decisions to make. I will invite them to stay for dinner, so you had better assume it’ll be six at table – Grady and me, Bob and Randy, and you and Brian. I will let Brian come down for that.”
Danny smiled. “If I know Brian, he’ll want to come down long before that, Mario.”
Mario sighed. “I’m afraid you’re right, Danny – that independent streak in him. When you have a moment you should go up and see him. I know he wants to thank you for all you did while he was in hospital.” Mario gave Danny a hug and left, quite troubled in his mind.
<><> Just A Lover’s Tiff <><>
Mario went upstairs where Brian and Grady were still both in bed, Grady looking fascinated as Brian rattled on with his tales of Palm Springs. “Now, now, you boys have to take a break. Brian is supposed to be taking it easy, Grady.”
“This is taking it easy, sir,” Brian objected. “Sitting in bed with Grady and giving him all Brandon’s gossip.
“In the meantime, I have been in the kitchen chatting with Danny, and it left me a bit uneasy.”
“Hmm, I think I know why, sir.” Brian said. When I first got back and Danny greeted us I noticed there was ... something missing. He was pleased to see us, but that sparkle he always has wasn’t there, something was making him sad. Danny and I are close friends and know each other’s moods. He is usually so happy, especially when he is around Tommy. I was afraid it might be something to do with me, grabbing all the attention lately ...”
“No, no, bambino you can get that out of your mind. I raised that very question with Danny and he said he would never be resentful of you. He loves you. But you just touched on the reason for his dejection – Tommy. I asked him point blank if everything was alright between the two of them and he abruptly refused to discuss it.”
Brian frowned in thought. “You know, sir, even before that, I noticed a certain tension between them, near the end of our recent party here ... something I couldn’t put my finger on. I assumed it would just blow over ... most couples have little tiffs now and again.”
“Mario and I don’t,” Grady protested.
Mario patted his cheek. “That’s because I indulge your whims, amore, I let you get away with things.”
“What things? I never have whims that need indulging. Are we gonna have a tiff about this?”
“No Grady, because if ever we disagree I put everything right like this ...” Mario leaned down and kissed Grady passionately on the lips.
“Mmm, yummy,” Grady laughed. “You’re right, dude, a kiss heals everything. And after that, just to make sure, you fuck me.”
Brian shifted uneasily. “I can see where this is going, sirs, and I shouldn’t be in this bed. I’m definitely ‘de trop’ as the French say, coming between two lovers.”
“Nonsense, Brian. This is your bed and you should be resting in it, not indulging Grady’s whims.”
“There’s that word again,” Grady laughed. “But you’re right, Mario, I shouldn’t be tiring Brian. We’ll resume our little chat later, eh, kiddo?”
“In any case,” Mario continued, “Bob and Randy will be here soon, and we can’t hold our meeting around a bed. Besides, I suggested to Danny that he come up here to see Brian. I told him you would like to thank him, Brian, for all he did for us.”
“Absolutely, sir. And it’ll give me a chance to talk to him. Like I said, Danny and me are real close – we share everything, even intimate stuff. There’s no secrets between us, and he’ll tell me stuff he wouldn’t tell anyone else.”
“Just so long as you don’t tire yourself, kiddo,” Grady said. “You gotta rest.”
“Sir, like I told Mario, this is rest for me. I definitely won’t sink back into a coma with all this going on.”
Mario and Grady headed out to their own room and as they left Brian shouted, “Happy tiff-mending, sirs.”
Grady turned and laughed. “You’re a bad boy. Go to sleep.”
<><> Brian’s Heart-to-Heart with Danny <><>
But Brian didn’t go to sleep. His mind was too occupied with his friend Danny.
Danny was known as the quiet member of the tribe, the sexy young blond who almost never made news, was never the subject of gossip, staying mostly out of view of the rest of the tribe. And that’s the way he liked it.
He loved his job as the chef/manager of the Grady House, a job young men all over the world could only dream of – being close to the handsome movie star, cooking for him, serving him, managing this beautiful house for Grady and his charming Italian lover Mario. Danny intimately knew the private Grady that the world never saw, known only to the men and boys of the tribe, who never spoke of it in public.
Sexy as he was, Danny didn’t sleep around, either, unlike many of these horny men and boys. He was content to have as a lover the blond ex-gymnast with the classically handsome face and flawless physique – a ‘real catch’ by any standards.
It was a wonderful life. But now, Brian wondered, was there really trouble in paradise? Was this an earthquake or a minor temblor, the kind Southern Californians always took in stride.
That was the question that played now on Brian’s mind, a question that could only be answered by bold, candid questions, he decided. And that opportunity came a short time later when Danny knocked and poked his head round the door to make sure Brian was awake.
“Didn’t want to interrupt your rest, dude, but I see you’re wide awake.”
“Yeah, I don’t want sleep, Danny, I want action. Everyone, including Doc Chad, overreacted.”
“Dude, this independence thing you got going is all very well, but there comes a time where you have to give in and follow doctor’s orders. Danny grinned, “I can’t get over the eye-patch – so damn sexy. How does it feel when guys talk to you looking in your one good eye?
“Weird, totally weird. But I don’t want blurred vision in one eye for the rest of my life, and the doc says wearing this patch for a couple of days will clear it. I tell ya, all this bedrest, eyepatch shit, I think I’d just as soon slip back into a cozy coma till it’s all better.”
Danny chuckled, “And terrify Grady all over again? I can see the news headlines now – ‘Major action movie halts production until Grady’s boy wakes up’.”
Brian laughed. “Yeah, and the last thing I want is to be in the headlines. I leave all that to Grady. But seriously, dude, I am feeling fine. When the bandage and the patch come off I’ll be like new. But enough about me .... how about you, Danny?”
“Ah I was afraid we would come to that. I guess you’ve been talking to Mario.”
“Yeah, but I Didn’t need to, buddy. Listen, I know you as well as anyone, with the possible exception of Tommy. I could see something was up after the Grady House party, it was in your eyes. And it obviously had to do with Tommy. My only question is this ... is this the kind of minor dustup that all relationships go through, or are we talking serious stuff here?”
“I’m sorry to say it’s the latter.”
“And ...? Dude, you can’t just leave me hanging after that bombshell.”
“OK, I guess I do need to talk about it and you’re the best guy to share it with. It all started slowly at the party, imperceptibly at first ‘cos I was so busy in the kitchen. Then I caught glimpses of Tommy outside laughing and chatting with the guests and loving it when they touched him up, especially that butt he’s famous for. But when he came into the kitchen his smile faded and he barked orders at me.”
“But Danny, that was in the hurly-burly of the party. Part of Tommy’s job was to take care of the guests, then back in the kitchen he was all business. He wasn’t ignoring you.”
“That’s what I thought at first, dude. But afterwards, when we had a few private moments together, he seemed distracted, not paying me much attention, his mind wandering off. That night, in bed together he didn’t touch me – just turned his back on me and went to sleep.
And it was all downhill after that. He was cold to me, like he’s never been before – no smiles, no kisses, no touching even. Brian, I think he is just losing interest in me.”
“And did you talk to him about all this, try to sort it out?”
“No, I just resented the hell out of him and thought ‘fuck him’. I wasn’t gonna grovel to his majesty for attention. Fuck him.” Danny paused, hesitant to go on. “Tell you the truth, buddy, there was part of me that didn’t care. Maybe I should just get out more, see other guys, have sex with them. Maybe I was missing something being tied to just one man.”
“Talking of sex, how has that been going?”
“Nowhere. Dude, we used to have sex every night, then it got less ... two, three times a week, and each time it seemed more mechanical, no real feeling.”
“On both sides?” Brian asked.
“Yeah, that’s the kicker. I guess the flame flickered and died for us both.”
“Danny, all relationships change. They start out hot and heavy, can’t keep your hands off each other. But that phase is too hot not to cool down. Sex gets less frequent, not quite the same wild passion. But what takes over is something even more wonderful. Something more solid, more permanent. You become soulmates. And that’s what lasts forever.”
“Yeah well we didn’t make that transition, dude. Maybe it was all based on sex after all.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Danny,” Brian continued. “Sex remains a part of it, but each relationship is different. You’ve got Randy and Bob who get a hardon every time they see each other and fuck like rabbits. Then there’s Brandon and Pete who love each other most when they’re curled up on the couch watching TV, then lying in bed, the Ranger’s arms round his boy.”
Danny sighed. “I hear what you’re saying, Brian, but with us it goes deeper than that ... you could call it a fatal flaw in the relationship, doomed from the start. The cold truth is, Tommy is more beautiful than me, with that gorgeous face and stunning athletic physique. He’s got glamor, I don’t. When we’re together in a crowd all heads turn ... to look at him, not me. They look at that flawless round butt and want to fuck it.
“It was like that even with us. In bed he almost always turned his butt to me and I fucked it. It felt sensational, but once in a while it would have boosted my ego if he’d fuck me. But how could my ass compete with his? How could I compete with him? I began to think nobody wanted to fuck my butt, it wasn’t hot enough, it always suffered in comparison to Tommy’s.”
Brian smiled, “That’s bullshit, Danny, you are a hot, sexy man in your own right. But so often stuff like this comes down to that old familiar problem – low self-esteem. Until you correct that feeling of inferiority you’re never gonna get anywhere. It eats at you and, worse, it’s obvious to others, who in the end get it stuck in their mind that maybe there’s some truth in it, maybe you’re not all that hot. But of course, none of that is true.
“Low self-esteem is something therapists deal with all the time ... and that, dude, is what you need. Danny, go see a shrink. Until you sort out your own insecurities you’ll never get anywhere. And we got the best there is right here in the tribe, Doc Steve. Make an appointment to see him.”
Danny gazed at Brian, and Brian saw the first glimmer of sparkle in is eyes. He leaned over and hugged Brian tight. “I love you so much, kiddo.” He chuckled. “And do you know, Mario was even worried that I resented you. Nothing could be further from the truth. “You’re the best pal a guy could have – especially a guy with low self-esteem like me.”
Danny kissed him. “Just talking to you, Brian, unloading it all, has made me feel better. Now I gotta get back to the kitchen. Six for dinner tonight, including Randy and Bob. Thank you, buddy, you’ve given me a lot to think about. I love you dude.”
Danny left the room with a lighter step than when he came in.
<><> The Planning Meeting <><>
Brian was able to doze for a while, as instructed, but still his conversation with Danny drifted around in his mind. When he woke properly he felt sure that he could do more to help him. He would take it one step at a time, and he had a feeling that the first step would soon come clear to him, like a lightbulb moment.
The light almost flashed on when he heard voices from downstairs. Bob and Randy had arrived for their meeting with Grady and Mario about Grady’s hospital endowment. Like trying to remember a name, the answer was on the tip of Brian’s tongue, it just wouldn’t come clear. Frustrated, he thought maybe he really was tired. And this time he really did fall asleep.
Downstairs, the four men held their meeting at a table by the pool. Danny brought out drinks and snacks as they talked, and Randy grinned, “Hey dude, how’s it hangin? Looking good, kid.”
This casual line gave Danny more pleasure that it normally would have. It may have been an off-the-cuff Randy greeting but it boosted his morale in his current depressed mood, especially coming from the big boss.
The meeting went on for over an hour. Bob first explained in detail the workings of a charitable endowment, then Randy went through the steps of a building remodel, pointing out where most of the money would go.
“Right now,” Randy said, “my architect Lloyd is over there conferring with Chad on creating a space that would best serve Chad’s needs. Ryan is with them noting down the specifications, then Lloyd will create an initial architectural design and Ryan will turn that into a 3-D computer version so Chad can see exactly what it would look like. That’s a fairly lengthy trial-and-error process, but my construction guys work fast and I aim to complete the project in a few months.
Mario asked many technical questions but Grady mostly just sat with a smile on his face every time he heard the words The Brian House, which is what all the men were already calling it.
After they agreed on a rough timeline of the various stages to go through before completion, Bob said, “Gentlemen, I think we’ve gone as far we can at this stage, and I’ll contact you all with the date of our next meeting. Any more questions, Grady or Mario?”
Grady spoke up. “Guys, I just wanna say I’m blown away with your generosity and your various skills in making Doc Chad’s dream come true. He brought my kid through a serious medical emergency and I’ll be forever grateful to him for that.”
“I echo that,” Mario said. “And to show our appreciation, Bob and Randy, we would like to invite you to stay for dinner – just us four, and Danny and Brian.”
They accepted with pleasure and Randy added, “One thing I wanna do is go up and see the kid himself. As I’m the one who built that ramp that caused all this, I wanna make sure he really is on the mend.”
“Of course, Randy,” Mario said. “Just make sure he’s awake, because doctor’s orders are that he sleep as much as possible.”
Randy grinned. “OK, dude. I’m not much good at tiptoeing around, as you all know, but I’ll make sure he’s awake before I barge in.”
<><> Brian Plants A Seed <><>
In fact Brian was wide awake. His hour-long sleep had cleared his mind to such an extent that as soon as he woke his light-bulb moment happened. Of course, he thought, that’s the answer, he had been looking straight at it all the time. All he needed now was to talk to ...
His thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the door and Randy’s rugged, smiling face appeared.
Brian sat up in bed. “Sir, you must be a mind reader. Come in, sir, you are exactly the person I wanted to talk to.”
“Uh-uh. I’m no mind reader, kid, I leave that to my shrink brother Steve. But I can guess what you want ... to haul my ass over the coals for causing your fall.”
Brian laughed. “Sir, I’m the one who should be punished for disobeying you when you told me not to use that ramp until you finished it. I did use it, I fell and caused everyone a whole mess of trouble. I’m the one to blame, sir. But it’s all water under the bridge – all’s well that end’s well.”
“Anyway kiddo, while you were in the hospital I did finish the job by adding a safety rail. Right, so let’s take a look at you.” Randy sat on the bed, leaned forward and kissed Brian. “You’re looking bright-eyed and bushy tailed, kiddo. So, if it wasn’t a tongue lashing, what was it you needed to talk to me about?”
“Not about me, sir, I’m yesterday’s news. No, it’s about my friend Danny.”
“Ah, yeah. Bob told me something about him and Tommy having some kind of lovers’ quarrel.”
“It’s a bit more than that, sir. I had a long talk with him, and it was personal so I shouldn’t repeat most of it. But I thought I would try to help Danny, one step at a time. It comes down to one particular problem that a lot of guys go through – low self-esteem.”
“Really? Why should Danny be feeling bad about himself. Everyone loves him, especially Mario and Grady, he’s got a great job managing this fancy house. He’s also got a good pal in you and a glamorous boyfriend, Tommy.”
“Ah, you hit on the key to it, sir – Tommy’s glamor. When Danny compares himself to Tommy he comes up short. He says everyone wants to fuck Tommy but nobody wants to fuck him.”
Randy grinned. “Well, it’s true about fucking Tommy. Who wouldn’t want to fuck that spectacular ass? I sure wanna fuck him every time I see him, and I usually do.”
“You see, sir, that’s what Danny’s up against.”
“Yeah, but that’s bullshit. Danny’s a sexy young jock, with that handsome blond look and hot body. Most guys would get off making love to him. Anyway, why are you telling me this? The guy to treat self-esteem issues is my brother Doc Steve, he’s a great shrink. Me, I’m just a raunchy construction worker. What do you want me to do about it?”
“Oh sir, I would never presume to tell you what to do. I’m just a boy, and you’re the big boss. I was just looking to help Danny step by step, one problem at a time.”
Randy grinned and ruffled Brian’s hair. “Dude you are one sly young fox. You act all innocent but there’s no flies on you, that mind is always ticking over. I can see why Grady is so crazy about you. OK, kid, I can see where you’re going with this, and I’ll see if there’s anything I can do. So how about we go downstairs together and join the other guys?”
“Love to, sir ... but not down the stairs, nor the elevator. Don’t have to. I have this good friend who gave me another way that makes me more independent. Can I show you?”
Brian pulled himself off the bed and into his new wheelchair. He was already wearing shorts, and now pulled a T-shirt out of his saddle bag and put it on. Randy grinned. “OK, kiddo, lead the way.” He followed Brian to a door that had once led only to the terrace but now led also to the top of the ramp.
Brian looked up and grinned at Randy. “Watch this, sir. Carefully he wheeled his chair to the top and then straight down the ramp to the garden. Randy walked down after him and Brian smiled up at him. “Easy as falling off a log, sir. Oops, bad choice of words. Easy as not falling off a ramp, thanks to my good friend who built it.”
“You’re too smart for your own good, boy. Come on, lets join the guys and see what happens.”
<><> Randy - The Ultimate Fuck <><>
Grady and Mario were somewhat startled to see Brian wheeling himself toward them. “Brian,” Mario said, “you’re out of bed. How did you get here?”
“Down my new ramp in my new wheelchair, sir. Everything’s new about me.”
“Including that sexy eyepatch,” Grady laughed, pulling the wheelchair next to him. “Ah, let him stay, Mario, I’ll make sure he don’t get overexcited.”
They were all sitting at the large table by the pool having drinks, and Randy sat down next to Bob. Danny, wearing tight white pants and a blue polo shirt came out with more drinks and appetizers, including a bottle of Randy’s special Scotch. “This is for you, sir. We keep a stash here for when you visit.”
“Thanks, sexy,” Randy grinned, with that gleam in his eye that Bob knew so well. He poured himself a neat Scotch and, as Danny walked back to the kitchen, Randy focused on his perfect round buns flexing under the tight white pants. Yeah, he thought, he had been right when he described Danny to Brian as a sexy young jock. Sure, his cute ass couldn’t match Tommy’s flawless gymnast globes, but whose could? As he watched Danny disappear into the kitchen Randy felt his own cock stiffen in his jeans.
He grinned lasciviously at Bob, licking his lips, and Bob smiled, “OK, tiger, go for it.” Bob always had sensitive antennas for what went on, and he had a sense now that, in Randy’s chat with Brian, more things had been discussed than Brian’s eyepatch.
“Excuse me, guys,” Randy said, abruptly standing up and striding purposefully to the kitchen. Inside, Danny was leaning forward over a counter, his back to Randy, using a noisy blender, so he didn’t hear Randy come in and mutter “shit damn”, staring at Danny’s pants stretched over his firm butt.
Danny was startled to feel large strong hands clamp over his ass cheeks. He looked back over his shoulder and muttered, “Sir, what are you doing? I don’t think I ...”
“Come on, kid, when you left the table out there you knew my eyes were riveted on your ass.”
“No, sir, I didn’t ...” he protested unconvincingly, but when Randy slapped his ass Danny’s cock got rock hard in his pants, and he almost lost his load as he felt the bulge in Randy’s jeans grinding against his butt.
“A thought crossed his mind and he twisted round to face Randy. “Sir, you’ve been talking to Brian. He told you I needed this. Is this a mercy fuck, sir?”
Randy’s eyes flashed, he slapped Danny face, then pressed their mouths together in a grinding kiss. When he finally pulled back he growled, “Don’t you ever say that to me again when I’m getting ready to plough your ass, boy. I don’t do mercy fucks. I always want what I fuck ... and I always fuck what I want. Except I never force fuck a guy if he says he don’t want it. Is that what you’re telling me, that you don’t want my dick up your ass?”
No, sir. please, I didn’t mean that. I do want it, sir. It’s every boy’s dream to offer his ass to you.”
“That’s better, dude.” Randy reached down, unbuckled Danny’s belt and pulled open his pants. He grabbed his shoulder, turned him round and pushed him forward over the counter. He pulled Danny’s pants down round his thighs and stared at his bare butt. “Jesus that’s hot.”
He slapped his ass again and watched the white globes bounce under the blows. He yanked his own cock out of his jeans, then reached round to the mixing bowl on the counter and scooped out a blob of the greasy mixture. “To make it easy on you, kid. My rod is kinda big,” he said in the understatement of the year. He pressed his greasy fingers in the young chef’s ass, then wrapped the hand round his thick, hard dick and pressed it against the boy’s hole.
“Aaagh” Danny groaned as he felt the massive shaft drive inside him, then pull back, pause, and plunge in deeper. “You OK, kid? You wanna stop?”
“No, sir, don’t stop. Please, fuck me, sir, fuck my ass.”
Randy swung into a classic Randy fuck – tough, relentless, pushing the boy to the peak of pleasure, just this side of pain. He tormented him, bringing him to the point of orgasm again and again, then pulling back, leaving Danny frustrated, begging for more.
When he heard Danny whimper Randy knew it was not the pain of his pounding cock, but the edge of the counter pressing into his stomach. So he pulled him back upright and, his cock still deep in his ass, pushed him over to a floor-length mirror on the kitchen wall.
Danny watched in the mirror as the dark, stubbled gypsy wrapped his arms round his chest from behind, then raised his forearms and linked his hands behind the boy’s neck, his arms helplessly stretched up in a tight full-nelson hold. “See that, stud? There’s no escape now. You’re my prisoner and I can do whatever the fuck I want with that gorgeous ass.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir ... aaah.” Randy pushed him against the mirror and resumed the merciless attack on his ass. In the mirror Danny stared at the fierce, long-haired gypsy over his shoulder. As with all other men, the boy was seduced by the laser-blue eyes penetrating his. He pushed his ass back against the pounding shaft so it pistoned even deeper inside him.”
Randy gazed at the blond’s youthful features and recalled what Brian had said about him. His heart went out to him, and his cock stopped still, buried deep inside him. “Hey, kid, I want more than just a slam-bam fuck. Don’t you guys have some kind of back room here?”
“Yes, sir, a small room with a bed for the chefs on break to lie down when we’re working shifts.”
Randy pulled out of him. “OK, let’s go, dude.”
Danny took a deep breath and they went into the room, where Randy shoved him down on the bed. Lying on his back he stared up at the macho gypsy and gasped as Randy pulled off his T-shirt. The bare-chested construction boss was awesome, his muscled body the product of years of manual labor – hairy chest, bulging pecs, massive biceps, ripped abs and a tight waist. He kicked off his boots, pushed down his jeans and towered naked over the enthralled boy.
Randy paced round the bed, staring down at Danny, and growled, “Get naked, dude ... now!”
“Yeas, sir.” Danny scrambled to obey, tugging his polo shirt off over is head, easing off his shoes and yanking his white pants down and off. Randy stopped pacing and smiled down at him. “Damn, you are one hot young jock, Danny – blond, blue eyed, what I call a quiet beauty, a modest, sexy kid who don’t flaunt it, staying in the background while others make all the noise.
“One of the hottest things is a guy who don’t know how beautiful he is. You know who’s a bit like that? Brandon’s man, Ranger Pete. He walks though a crowd and has no idea he’s left a trail of stiff dicks behind him. Probably wouldn’t believe it if you told him ... Danny, I wanna make love to you. Is that OK?”
“More than OK, sir. I would love it.”
The naked gypsy knelt on the bed and lowered his body on top of the young chef. Randy kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his eyes, then his lips – lightly at first, then with increasing desire, their tongues probing deep in each other’s mouth, sharing the same breath, the same passion.
“Beautiful,” Randy smiled. “Your skin is so soft, so smooth. I could lose my load just lying here touching you. But that ain’t gonna happen, we both know what is. But I wanna hear you say it. I love hearing a handsome young jock like you asking for it.”
Danny smiled. “You know what I want, sir. I want to feel that long, thick cock making love to my ass, filling my ass with your juice.”
“OK, kiddo, you got it.” Randy got up on his knees, gently pushed Danny’s legs back and slid his still-greasy cock inside him, slowly, tenderly this time, unlike the driving piston of before.
Danny closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Then he looked up at the dark, chiseled features, strong heavily stubbled jaw, long shaggy black hair and, of course, those seductive pale blue eyes that could make a man fall in love with just one glance. Danny reached up and ran his hands over the gypsy’s face, bull neck, broad shoulders and hairy, muscled chest.
Randy’s cock, that he could use as a brutal weapon to annihilate a rival, now eased lovingly in and out of Danny’s ass, pushing him closer and closer to orgasm. It was an overwhelming sensation, and Randy’s face lit up with a dazzling smile.
“You are such a beautiful young man, Danny, and I’m real close to unloading my junk in that sweet ass. I want to watch you shoot semen all over that sexy body without touching your cock. That’ll make me cum deep inside you, kid.”
“Whenever you say, sir.” Randy reached forward and pressed his hands on Danny’s pecs, effectively pinning him to the bed. Danny reached up and gripped his solid shoulders, and then wrapped his hands round his biceps that flexed hard as he fucked.
“Of course, it was the eyes that did it, it always was. Danny felt the steel-blue eyes piercing his, and he was lost, under the spell of the gypsy’s sexual magnetism. His heart pounded, his body shook, he dug his fingers hard in the biceps and felt semen racing up his cock. “I love you, sir,” he sighed, as semen spurted from his cock and splashed down on his chest and face.
“Beautiful ...” Randy smiled. And Danny felt the massive cock erupt in his ass, filling it with the gypsy’s hot juice, a balm to Danny’s troubled soul.
<><> My Work Here Is Done <><>
They lay on their side facing each other. Randy said, “Danny, my boy, don’t let anyone ever put you down, least of all yourself. You are one hot, sexy, young stud so don’t ever mention ‘mercy fuck’ to me again. The reason guys might be reluctant to fuck you is that you come across as a top, a confident, successful young man – that is when you’re not wallowing in this bullshit inferiority crap you got going.
“And that is the absolute truth. The other thing you should know about me, kid, is that I never lie. Don’t have to, it’s a waste of time. I am what I am, I do what I do, and say what I say. And if guys don’t like me for saying the truth, well fuck ‘em. So when I say you are a sexy young jock and a smoking hot fuck, trust me, you are.
“Seems to me there’s two things you need to get a grip on, one physical, the other mental. First, this sexual thing where ‘nobody wants to fuck me’. I think we just put that one to rest, and I tell you another thing. Whenever I visit the Grady House in future I’m gonna come looking for you in the hope of getting more of that gorgeous butt.
“Now for the mental stuff. I’m an action man and I can fix the sexual thing as you just saw. But when it comes to the psych stuff – like the problems you’re having with Tommy – It’s not me you need, but my brother Steve.
That’s what the doc does for a living, sorting out the mess in guys’ heads, and he’s damn good at it. He’s treated most of our guys, including me when I go off the rails, which I have been known to do,” he grinned ... “often. And don’t worry that Tommy is Steve and Lloyd’s house manager, and fuck buddy and god knows what else beside. When Steve is in shrink mode he can detach himself from all that and focus totally on his patient.
“So do me a favor, kiddo. Make an appointment to see Steve right away ... tomorrow. You’ll find him real easy to talk to, in confidence. His methods can be kinda out there, definitely not in any psych manual, but they always seem to work.
“Now, as the Lone Ranger used to say, ‘my work here is done’. Although it sure didn’t feel like work – you are one helluva great fuck. I can poke your ass, kid, but I can’t poke around in your mind. So this is an order. Get you to a shrink, to Doc Steve. Will you do that for me?”
“Definitely sir. And thank you for what you did for me here. Made me feel a whole lot better about myself.”
“Made me feel pretty great too, kid,” Randy grinned. “OK, we better get back out there. The guys will be wondering what happened to us. They’ll think I’ve chained you to the bed and I’m working you over. Hmm, maybe next time”
“Sir, I have a feeling they know exactly what’s been going on... just not how spectacular it was.”
Danny was right of course. Whenever Randy leaves abruptly as he did, it’s a safe bet he’s following a piece of ass. And it was perfectly obvious when they rejoined the group. Randy had that arrogant ‘Mission Accomplished’ look on his macho face, and Danny had a glow and a sparkle they hadn’t seen for some time.
When Randy sat down Bob whispered, “Well done, big guy.” Danny glanced at Brian who gave him a questioning thumbs up. Danny responded with a smile – and two thumbs up.” Then he announced, “Sirs, dinner will be a bit later than I planned. The chef got ... distracted.”
Brian said, “Dude, I can help you.” He looked at Grady. “Can’t I sir?” Grady glanced at Mario who smiled and nodded.
Grady grinned. “OK kid, but take it easy, nothing strenuous. Er, talk is OK though. Talk is good.”
“Everyone knew what Grady meant – Brian getting all the details from Danny, gossip that would be passed on to Grady later tonight, sitting in his bed.
<><> A Kind Of Therapy <><>
True to his word, next morning Danny called Doc Steve. Steve had been expecting the call because, like everyone else, he could not ignore the grapevine whose leaves rustled with all the latest news. “Er, hello sir, this is Danny. Do you think I could make an appointment to see you? As a patient, I mean.”
“Of course you can, Danny. It’ll be a pleasure to see you. Here’s what I suggest. Come for my last appointment of the day at five o’clock, then you can stay for dinner afterwards. That’s if Mario can spare you.”
“Thank you, sir,” Danny said with relief. He checked with Mario, who beamed. “Of course you can, Danny. It will give Grady, Brian and me the chance to have one of our domestic evenings, cooking dinner together, then watching TV and ... well doing whatever else we feel like. I’m really glad you’re going to talk to Doc Steve. Don’t worry about us. Go and have a good time in that gorgeous house in the hills.
And so, at a quarter to five, Danny was driving up the winding road into the hills, to the gates of the big house on Mulholland Drive. He buzzed the intercom and it was Steve’s voice that came through the speaker, not Tommy’s who usually welcomed visitors.”
“Hi, Danny. Come straight down the drive and I’ll meet you at the front door.”
As always, Danny was impressed by the handsome doc, dressed less formally than usual, now in a white dress shirt, top buttons open at the neck, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He wore brown slacks and tan loafers. He hugged Danny and led the way to his office where he waved Danny on to the couch and sat facing him.
As if reading Danny’s mind he said, “Tommy normally greets my patients, but he’s in the kitchen chopping vegetable for dinner. Anyway, I think of you more as a friend than a patient. And I wanted to begin with you only, though I might ask Tommy to join us later with your permission.” He noticed Danny flinch slightly.
“As you can imagine, Danny, I have already heard lots of talk and rumors about your issues with Tommy.” Steve smiled. “Hard to avoid the gossip that rattles the grapevine so efficiently. However, as a therapist, I put all that hearsay out of my mind, and listen to how you are feeling, in your own words. Remember, this conversation is strictly confidential, so feel free to be totally candid. Take your time and try to recall everything you’ve been feeling in the last few days.”
Steve’s friendly, down to earth tone and manner inspired confidence, as he did with most patients, and Danny felt relief in pouring out all that had happened, including his long talk with Brian. “I was reluctant to talk to anyone, but Brian and I are real close and I told him everything.
“He urged me to see you, and then I think he had a word with Randy, and Randy was soon making love to me. Well, sir, you know Randy. He was terrific, and restored my faith in myself, at least as far as sex goes.”
Danny tried to explain his feelings at some length, “But I still don’t understand what’s happening to Tommy and me. I’m real confused, sir.”
Steve smiled, “And that’s where I come in. But Danny, this is basically a couples issue, and whatever I tell you would probably apply to Tommy too. So I think our talk would be more productive if Tommy joined us. I already told him you were coming and that I might ask him to join us. He agreed, with some hesitation but, as I said earlier, I need your permission for that.”
He smiled winningly and Danny frowned. “Well, I guess so, if you think it would help, sir.”
“Thank you, Danny.” Steve picked up the phone, spoke quietly to Tommy, and Danny braced himself. Tommy came in, making eye contact only with Steve. Danny cursed to himself as his cock stiffened at the sight of young athlete, dressed as usual in tight back pants and a dark gray T-shirt, all of which showed off the contours of his perfect physique. Tommy sat at the other end of the couch, neither of them looking at the other.
“Thank you for joining us, Tommy. I know that this is uncomfortable for you both, so I’ll try to keep it brief. Tommy, I’ve been hearing from Danny how he feels. You don’t have to go into your feelings if it makes you feel uneasy, but ...”
“Sir, I would, except I don’t know what I feel. I don’t understand what’s happened between us.”
“That’s pretty much what Danny just said, Tommy, word for word. I will say only one thing at this stage. Please don’t feel that your confusion and coolness is unusual. Most relationships go through something like this, for various reasons.
“Gay relationships are notorious. They usually begin with sexual attraction, which is so hot and heavy that when sex inevitably cools down they think the relationship is over. Usually it’s not over, it’s just switched gears.
“It happened to Lloyd and me. It was before your time, but at one point we lived apart for several months. I guess we both wanted to make sure we weren’t missing out on something better. But after playing the field we came to our senses and got back together, stronger than ever.
“So how does that apply to you? We could talk about that till the cows come home, but I have a better idea. Sometimes I think that action is better than words – or in this case, non-action.
Here’s what I suggest. Danny, I would like you to stay with us for dinner. And then, so you don’t drive home after drinking, spend the night here in our guestroom. I know Mario has said they can easily get along without you tonight at the Grady House. How do you feel about that?”
Carefully avoiding looking at Tommy, Danny shrugged. “Thank you for the invitation, sir. I know Mario, Grady and Brian were looking forward to one of their ‘domestic nights” so ... OK, sir.”
“And one other thing,” Steve said. “I know your impulse as a chef is to offer to help Tommy in the kitchen, but I want you to relax. Just veg out and let your mind wander ... get some sun out by the pool. You didn’t come with swim trunks, I’m sure, so Tommy, would you lend Danny one of your speedos?”
“No problem,” Tommy grunted. Both he and Danny had a distinct feeling that they were being maneuvered by the doc, but at this point what did they have to lose?
<><> The Cock Stiffens <><>
A few minutes later Danny was in the guestroom, his mind reeling. “What was he doing here? What was he thinking? What was Doc Steve thinking? What was Tommy thinking? That last one he deleted from his mind. He didn’t care what Tommy was thinking.
He was supposed to relax, lie by the pool, so he took his clothes off. He was hanging them up when there was a tap on the door and Tommy came in. Naked, Danny whirled around ... and got an erection. Tommy hesitated, stared at him for a moment then tossed a pair of speedos at him. “Here, as requested,” Tommy said brusquely, and left the room.
Damn, Danny thought, had Tommy seen his hardon? Fuck. To cover his nakedness he quickly pulled on the speedos, but that only made his boner worse. How many times had he seen Tommy in these trunks, lying by the pool, doing a gymnastics routine, his muscles rippling and flexing, tousled blond hair falling over his ...
“Stop! Stop! Stop,” he said aloud. “Fuck ... Fuck.” Fortunately the French windows gave directly onto the pool deck, so he didn’t have to go through the house.
He went out to the pool, spread a towel on a chaise and threw himself down on his back, squinting at the sun. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Steve had been right. It was peaceful out here in the warm sun, with a cool breeze wafting over him. He started to calm down, let his mind wander ... and he fell asleep.
And that’s how Tommy saw him when he came out to set the dinner table under the awning. He realized Danny was fast asleep so this time it was OK to stare at him – and the huge boner in his speedos. Tommy wondered what caused that. What was he dreaming of? Who was he dreaming of? It wasn’t him, for sure. Probably Randy.
Tommy had heard that Randy had fucked Danny and made love to him, it was all over the grapevine. It must be that thought, that image, that caused Danny’s boner – and even made Tommy’s own cock hard in his tight pants. Yeah, that must be it. Tommy recalled how, every time Randy came up here, he would fuck his ’perfect gymnast ass’, as the big boss called it
Tommy went back to setting the table, not aware that the clink of dishes made Danny stir. He half-opened his eyes and squinted at Tommy as he worked.
He had changed into a white T-shirt for kitchen work, which accentuated his muscled torso even more erotically. Danny’s cock got stiff again, and he was somewhat relieved when Tommy had finished and turned to go back inside. But at the door he suddenly turned his head back for one last glimpse of the sleeping Danny, and the even larger bulge in his speedos.
Danny snapped his eyes closed and Tommy left, still wondering what caused that boner.
When Lloyd came home for dinner and hugged Steve, Danny was able to relax more. As all four of them sat at table the conversation focused naturally on Lloyd’s new project, designing the Brian House for the hospital. As always at dinner by the pool, all four men were casually dressed in pool wear – boardshorts for the men, speedos for Danny and tight spandex gymnast shorts for Tommy.
The boner problem was still there for Danny and Tommy, but mostly hidden as they sat at table. Besides, Lloyd was the focus of attention. Danny almost gave the game away when Tommy stood up to clear the plates. Standing behind Danny he leaned forward over the table and the bulge in his shorts pressed against his bare back. Danny gasped and dropped his fork.
Tommy bent down, picked up the fork, wiped it with a napkin and gave it to Danny. And for the first time their eyes met and even lingered for a few seconds. But if anyone noticed, they said nothing, though Steve was surely aware of any interaction between the two. It was what he had planned.
<><> Opposite Doors <><>
The rest of the meal passed uneventfully and Steve finally declared, “Lloyd and I are gonna call it a night, guys. Early start for us both tomorrow. Can you manage all this Tommy?”
“Of course, sir. I’ll just stack the dishes in the kitchen and deal with it tomorrow.”
They said their goodnights, Tommy took plates back to the kitchen, and Danny lingered to tidy up around the table and the pool area. He took a last look around, then went indoors. He reached the door to his room at the same time as Tommy reach his door opposite. There was a moment’s hesitation, a gruff “g’night”’, and they went into their rooms and closed their doors.
Danny changed out of his speedos into his boxer briefs and pulled back the bed covers. He looked down at the bed and murmured, “Damn.” He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He needed fresh air.
He was about to leave when he spotted the discarded speedos. He should give them back – didn’t want Tommy to think he was keeping them as some kind of sexual turn-on. He went out and was about to tap on Tommy’s door when it opened.
“They stared at each other, then Danny held out the speedos. “I forgot to return these.”
“Oh yeah, right.” There was another awkward moment, then Tommy heard himself say, “You wanna come in?”
Danny hesitated, then shrugged, “Sure,” as casually as he could. Tommy was ready for bed, in black bikini briefs, and without looking at Danny he pulled back the bed covers. Nothing else was said as Tommy got in one side and Danny the other. Tommy pulled the sheets over them and snapped off the light.
Facing away from each other they lay as far apart as they could, but sleep was hard to come by. They lay as still as possible for as long as possible, but inevitably one of them stirred. Tommy shifted to get comfortable and his leg accidentally brushed against Danny’s.
He jerked it back ... “Sorry.”
There was a long silence, then Danny murmured, “It’s OK to touch.”
“Yeah,” Tommy grunted and rolled over again.
Danny gasped as he felt the bulge in Tommy’s briefs brush his ass.
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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength" – Book 13: Chapter 43