Trial Of Strength (Book 13)

"THE INITIATION OF YOUNG ROOKIE ANGELO"

Senior boy Eddie and new rookie Angelo are both nervous when they first meet.  But they soon discover they have lots in common – same interests, same sexual desires, same sense of humor. The real test comes when Angelo meets Eddie’s man, the darkly handsome, macho muscle-Marine Hassan. The soldier grins, “Oh yeah, very nice. Welcome to the family, kid. Get your cute butt over here.”

<><>    Work First, Then Play   <><>

As they drove up the freeway from San Diego to their Los Angeles home, the four dominant alpha men – Randy, Bob, Mark and Zack – talked about the reason for their trip to the San Diego Children’s Hospital. They had learned much useful information that would guide them in the construction of a similar pediatric hospital wing for their friend, Doctor Chad. 

A children’s wing had long been a dream of Chad’s and was now unexpectedly coming to fruition thanks to a generous bequest from another friend – the international action-movie star Grady, in gratitude for Doc Chad’s skill in bringing Grady’s boy Brian back to health after a fall left him in a coma.

But in addition to all the work talk, the four men were still engrossed in their encounter with a room-service waiter at the hotel they had stayed in. 

Angelo, a good-looking young Italian, was a sexual rookie, with only a few fumbling blowjobs to his credit with young pals.  Stunned by the four handsome, muscular men, Angelo had been seduced by Boss Randy into willingly offering his ass to him, the first butt-fuck of his young life.  He had surprised the men by wanting the other three men inside him too, one after another.

Bob had immediately seen the similarities between Angelo and their young friend Eddie, who had become a highly praised cameraman on Grady’s latest movie.

“I can’t wait for him to meet Eddie,” Bob said, “they have so much in common.  They both love the movies and cameras, and Angelo even tried to copy Eddie’s camera technique from a publicity picture he had seen of Grady, though he didn’t know it was shot by Eddie, of course.  Plus, they’re both highly sexual, they talk a lot, cum like gushers, and give great blow jobs – I can see Eddie teaching the boy his techniques there too.  I can definitely see him taking Angelo under his wing.”

But when they arrived at the tribe’s compound in L.A. business had to be the first order of the afternoon.  Doc Chad had gone up to the Grady House to talk to Grady and his Italian lover. Grady had just got home after his movie wrapped for the upcoming weekend. Now they anxiously waited for the four men to get home and join them.  

When they arrived at the Grady House, the gates were opened by Grady’s boy Brian who raced up to them in his wheelchair.  He was still in a state of excitement that the new hospital building was to be called The Brian House. 

“Welcome, sirs, they’re all waiting for you up in the master suite.  I’ll bring refreshments.”  He raced off up the ramp to the second floor that Randy had built for him (and the one he had fallen from, a drama that had started this whole project).

After effusive greetings they got right down to business while Brian served drinks and snacks from the adjoining kitchen.  It turned out to be a long meeting, with the men describing the useful data they had learned in San Diego,, and answering Chad’s questions.

“OK, guys,” Randy said at last, “I think we’ve kind of exhausted the topic for now.  The next step on Monday is for Zack and me to start setting up the construction site at your hospital, Chad.”

“Phew,” Grady smiled, “a lot of that stuff went over my head, it’s way beyond my pay grade.  But I know, with you guys in charge, The Brian House will end up the best kids’ hospital in town.  OK, so now for the juicy stuff.  Your trip down south couldn’t have been all work and no play.  Let’s have all the gossip.  Brian, get your cute butt in here so you can listen and take notes.”

“Actually,” Zack said, “there was quite a lot of action later in our hotel suite.  See, there was this very sexy room-service waiter ...”

Grady grinned at young Brian.  Juicy gossip was their favorite thing and they eagerly pumped Zack and Mark for details.  They were so engrossed, they didn’t notice even when Bob pulled Mario aside and had a quiet word with him.

“Mario, I thought I should fill you in on some aspects of the story, as I know how fiercely you protect Grady’s privacy.  The boy Zack is talking about is named Angelo, who lives and works at the hotel as a waiter. “We got to know him quite well,” Bob grinned. “Very well, actually. Randy took the lead, of course.”

“By fucking him, I suppose,” Mario smiled.

“You know Randy too well, Mario,” Bob laughed.  “Yes, he gave him his traditional seal of approval.  Angelo is from Italy, no family here, rather a loner, gets all his pleasure from watching movies.  He’s a real movie buff, his favorites being action movies.  Especially ...”

“Especially Grady’s, I suppose,” Mario grinned.  “Did you tell him you know Grady?”

“Absolutely not.  You know we’re all completely tight-lipped about that.  Actually, he’s also a fan of Eddie’s photography ... even jerks off to that famous one the studio uses everywhere for publicity. He not only reads up about the movies, but about the technical aspects too, as he’s an amateur photographer.

“He seemed such a good fit for Eddie that I thought it safe to tell him that Eddie is a friend of ours, which amazed and excited him.  So, long story short, I told him that the next time he’s in L.A. he should drop by and meet Eddie.  Whether or not he eventually meets Grady is entirely your decision, of course, but I will prime Eddie right away.  And you know that, talkative though Eddie is, he would never betray any confidences.”

“Thank you for telling me, amico.   It’s funny, it’s become quite a routine of mine to question new boys to the tribe – I think you call it vetting – and I have it down to a fine art.  But it’s nice to be forewarned, Bob.  I look forward to meeting him.”

“Good.  Now I have to go and prime Eddie.  I just have one of my hunches, Mario, that he and Angelo are going to get along well.”

Mario laughed.  “And in my experience, amico, your hunches are always right.  Let’s hope so.”

<><>    Bob Primes Eddie   <><>

Bob went back down to the tribe’s compound, or rather to the duplex across the street.  One spacious apartment was lived in by Pete and his boy Brandon, the other by Hassan and his boy Eddie.  It was Eddie he wanted to see but there was no answer to the doorbell.  Bob went in cautiously and found Eddie in the soundproof editing studio Hassan has installed for him.

“Hey, sir, you’re back.  How was your trip?” (Whenever Eddie asked a question he rarely waited for the answer before clattering on.)  “I was saying to Brandon that his boyfriend Brian is real excited about Chad’s new hospital wing being named The Brian House.  As for me, I just got back from the beach too after shooting wrapped for the weekend.  But I still got stuff to do here, editing some of my videos, add a soundtrack and ...”

“Eddie, Eddie, stop for a moment, please.  I came here to talk to you about someone we met in San Diego, who incidentally talks as much as you do, and gives great blowjobs, and loves movies and cameras.”

“Wow, that’s going some.  Is he as good as me?”

“Eddie, he’s young and inexperienced in all these things, but I suspect he has real talent.  So be quiet for a minute and let me explain. 

“His name is Angelo, he’s eighteen and was born and raised in Italy.  He’s alone in this country working as a hotel waiter – which is how we met him.  We intended him to be just a sexual plaything for an hour or two, but he surprised us by how bright he was and quick to adapt.  He’s also highly sexual, and although he’s inexperienced, with a virgin ass ...”

“You mean he had a virgin ass until Randy fucked it, right?” Eddie laughed. “That guy can make any boy fall in love with him.”

“Not only that Eddie, but when Randy had finished, Angelo still wanted more ... but I’ll let him tell you all about that when he comes to visit, which I asked him to.  You see, here’s the deal.  He loves the movies, especially action movies, and I don’t have to tell you who his favorite star is.”

“Grady, of course.”

“Totally in love with him.  But here’s the interesting part, he’s very keen on the technical part of movie making.  He has a cheap camera and takes pictures and videos himself, mostly of the surfer action on San Diego’s beaches.  He has a favorite picture of Grady, too, one he jerks off to a lot.  It’s the one you took of Grady laughing, surfacing from the water, the one the studio puts on billboards.”

“Really, sir?” Eddie smiled proudly.  “He jerks off to that?”

“All the time, apparently.  And more.  He said he’s tried to duplicate the shot in filming local surfers, but he said the guy who took that Grady shot must be a top studio cameraman.”

“And he’s right, too.  Did you tell him that?”

“Not in so many words, Eddie, but I did tell him the cameraman is a buddy of ours, which stunned him.  He said you must have used a fast lens, one that can freeze action ... or something like that.  He’s just a beginner, but he’s eager to learn ... and I thought he should meet you.”

“Damn right, he should.  I’d love to show a rookie the ropes – in so many ways.  When’s he coming up to L.A.?”

“He said he would call me. If and when he does, I’ll have him speak to you. I don’t want to throw him in the middle of the action here, it might overwhelm him.  And there’s one other important thing, Eddie.  He mustn’t know about Grady, not yet anyway until Mario has spoken to him.”

“Vetted him, you mean, like he did all of us.  Sir, I know I blab about a lot of stuff but, like all the other guys, I’m real careful about that.  What happens in the tribe stays in the tribe.  Any videos I have of Grady are kept under lock and key, in a safe.”

“Good, just so we’re clear about that.”

“Is he cute?”

Bob smiled, “Not that that’s important – but yes he is – very.  He has the same dark Italian looks as Mario, with the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen.  He has a trim, lithe body that Randy said he’ll work on in the gym.”

“And fuck him, sir.”

“That too, no doubt.  And the kid loves to get fucked. But the main reason I think he’ll get on well with you is because of the movie cameraman thing.”

“I can’t wait to meet him, sir ... stirs all kinds of ideas in my head.”

“I rather thought it might.  So, we just have to wait and see if he calls.”

<><>    Eddie’s Horny Marine Comes Home    <><>

Shortly after Bob left, Eddie’s man, the dark Arab Marine Hassan, came home from the base and came into Eddie’s studio where he was still working.  Eddie looked up with a big smile.  “Hello, sir.  You look beat.  Tough day?”

“The worst.  All the training for that recruitment video on Sunday. You’re still on for that, right?”

“Of course, sir.  I have the weekend off from filming so that gives me all day tomorrow to get my gear all ready.  I’ll be bringing a ton of equipment.   But right now you look real tense, sir.  You want me to do something about that?”

“It’s all I could think of driving home, kid.  Come here.”  Hassan pulled the boy into a tight man-hug and kissed him hungrily.  Then, “You know the drill, kid.”

“After all these years?  Of course, sir.”  He stared, awestruck as always, at the muscled Marine, still in his soldier’s uniform of combat boots, camouflage fatigue pants, and sleeveless denim shirt over a khaki tank top.  Eddie pushed the shirt back off his shoulders, then ran his hands over the tight tank and sank to his knees.

He pulled open the fatigue pants, fished inside and pulled out his huge cock, already oozing precum.  After being around young Marines all day, Hassan always got home horny and it was Eddie’s job to satisfy him. Which he did now, using all his considerable cock-sucking skills.

The soldier groaned deeply, wrapped both hands round his boy’s head to hold it still and rammed his cock all the way down his throat.  Expert Eddie didn’t gag once, and even began teasing the cock, bringing it to the edge of orgasm and then pulling back.”

“No fucking around, boy,” Hassan growled.  “I wanna bust my fucking load.  Do it.”

Eddie mumbled into the gag of the cock, “Aye-aye, sir,” then clenched his throat muscles and heard the soldier roar as his cock erupted in his boy’s mouth.  Next thing he knew was Hassan’s hands clamping under his arms, pulling him up into a savage kiss, lubricated by his own semen.

“Damn, you’re good, Eddie.  Nobody can make me cum like you can.  I love you, kid.  Now I want you to do something else for me.  Come to bed with me.  I gotta get up at crack of dawn for another heavy slog of a day, and I’d like you in my arms.  Course, I understand you got your own work to do, so if you prefer to stay down here I understand.”

“Hmm, let me see, sir.  I have a choice between sleeping in the muscular arms of the naked Marine I love, or pounding a keyboard staring at a screen.   Tough decision ...”

Hassan laughed.  “Cut the crap, kiddo, and come to bed.”

A few minutes later, the Marine and his boy were naked in bed.  Before they fell asleep Eddie told Hassan of his conversation with Bob about Angelo.

Hassan responded, “Dude, sounds like just what you need, a kid like that who’s eager to learn and needs a good teacher.  Hm, if he gets here soon enough, maybe you can even persuade him to help you schlep all that camera equipment over to the base, the day after tomorrow.  But right now, boy, we sleep.”

“Sir, yes sir, captain sir,” he said, and in a few minutes had obeyed orders.

<><>    Hello, Sir – I’m Angelo    <><>

Next morning Eddie stirred and drowsily reached across the bed, but it was empty.  Hassan had already left for an early start at the Marine base.  Disappointed, Eddie thought that, well, at least that gave him plenty of time to finish up the editing stuff he still had to do.   He had breakfast across the street at the tribe’s compound which was, as usual, a casual buffet, because men and boys got up at different times. 

As this was a Saturday there were not many seated at the long table, but Eddie was able to talk to Jamie and Nate who also worked on Grady’s movie – those two in charge of the surfing action and Eddie as a cameraman.

“You guys are lucky, you get the weekend off.  Me, I gotta finish off work in my studio, editing my own footage.  And tomorrow Hassan is taking me to the Marine base to direct a new recruitment video.”

Poor thing,” Nate chuckled, “giving directions to hot young Marine recruits, filming them training, then horsing around in the locker room.  You have all my sympathy.”

“Not as glamorous as it sounds, dude.  You can overdose on sexy shirtless Marines, you know.”

“We believe you, Eddie, thousands wouldn’t,” Jamie laughed.

They eventually went their separate ways and Eddie headed back toward his house across the street.  He was about to leave the compound when Bob came out of the Boss House and ran over to him.  “Hey, Eddy, you’ll never guess who I’ve got on the phone here ... Angelo.”

“Already?” Eddie grinned.  “He must be real hot to trot, sir.”

“Eddie, I’m going to be busy today, and in any case my plan was for you to take care of Angelo when he comes here.  Could you talk to him?  Bring the phone back to me later, no hurry.”

Bob took the phone off mute.  “Angelo, Eddie is right here and he wants to talk to you.  I look forward to seeing you later.  Here’s Eddie.”

He handed the phone to Eddie and left.  “Hey, Angelo, this is Eddie,” he said cheerfully

There was a pause, then a nervous voice stammered, “Er, hello, sir.  It’s a privilege to talk to you, sir, I admire your work so much.”

“Thanks kiddo.  But let’s cut to the chase here.  Does this call mean you’re coming up to town?

“I would like to sir, if you have any free time over the weekend.  I can catch any train.”

“How about the next one, kiddo?  When’s that?”

The next Amtrak is at ten-am, sir.  I could still make that one.  It gets into Union Station at one o’clock.  If you give me your address, sir, I can take a bus or hitchhike to your place.  Am I being too pushy, sir?”

“Not pushy enough, kid.  No boy of ours has to hitchhike.  I’ll pick you up at the station.  How will I know you, what are you wearing?”

“Just tan cargo shorts, a dark blue T-shirt and sneakers.  Should I dress more formally, sir?”

Eddie roared with laughter.  “For this place?  Dude, around here just wearing a shirt passes for formal.” That made the boy laugh. “OK kiddo, one o’clock at Union Station, see you there.”

Eddie went to the Boss House and gave the phone back to Bob.  “How did he sound, Eddie?”

Eddie grinned, “Now that is a shy young rookie, sir. Said he would hitchhike from the train station to here.  And when he told me he was wearing cargo shorts, sneakers and a T-shirt he asked if he should dress more formally.  Sounds like he has a lot to learn.”

“And the question is, are you the guy to teach him, Eddie?  Or would you rather I took over?  He already knows me so he might feel more comfortable.”

“Absolutely not, sir.   We got on fine in that short conversation and I even made him laugh.  You had a hunch we’d get along, and I think you’re right.  You leave Angelo to me, sir.”

“I was hoping you would say that, Eddie.  You know what?  You’ve grown up so much since Warner Brothers gave you a contract as a cameraman. Fabulous job. You can well and truly take your place among the senior boys.”

“Thank you, sir, that means a lot to me coming from you.  I’m picking Angelo up at one at Union Station.  That gives me enough time to finish my work in my studio, and then I’ll be all his.”

<><>    Just Like Old Friends    <><>

As Eddie worked, he found himself thinking how he would explain to this kid the techniques of film editing, putting down a music track, and all the other operations.   No, way too much at the beginning.  That really would be throwing him in at the deep end.  As Hassan had told him once when he had first got the studio job and was nervous.  ‘Don’t overthink it, kid.  Just play it by ear.  You have sound instincts, follow them’.

Yeah, if the kid was as wet behind the ears as he sounded, he would have to start with the basics.   And, after all, if it didn’t work out ... it didn’t work out.  But he seriously hoped it would.

When the time came, he jumped into his truck and was surprised to feel a little nervous during the 20-minute drive to Union Station.  He was just going to pick up some kid the guys had met in San Diego, so what was the big deal?  But somehow it felt that it was.

After he arrived and parked, he made his way through the Grand Concourse and up to the track for the San Diego trains.  In just a few minutes the train came roaring in and Eddie watched carefully as passengers disembarked.  In the crowd he searched for a boy with a dark blue T-shirt.  But he saw no such kid and was starting to think he might have missed the train. 

And then he saw him, a boy with a backpack looking confused and disoriented.  Eddie walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.  “You must be Angelo, right?”

The boy whirled round and stared at him.  “Wow,” Eddie grinned, “they weren’t kidding about the eyelashes.  Hello, gorgeous.  I’m Eddie.”

“Oh, hello, sir.”  In his nervousness Angelo’s hand got tangled in his backpack straps as he went to shake hands and he blushed deeply.  Eddie grinned, “Let’s try a hug instead, eh?”  He pulled the boy into a warm, tight hug that made Angelo blush even more, in the midst of a crowd surging past them.

“I’m parked in the lot out front, a bit a trek, I’m afraid.”  He noticed Angelo was trembling as they went downstairs, and when they walked through the Grand Concourse his eyes opened wide with amazement.

“Impressive, eh, kiddo?  It’s a landmark building, a mix of Spanish Colonial and Art Deco, great place to take pictures.  I took a whole series here.  You bring your camera with you?”

“Yes, sir, always.”

“Well, you don’t wanna miss this.  Take a couple.”  That made Angelo even more nervous but as he pulled out his small, basic camera he became more confident.  Eddie smiled.  It was always the same for him when he was feeling nervous and overwhelmed.  As soon as he put his camera to his eye it was like a shield, gave him a whole different perspective on the world, looking at it through a viewfinder.

Instead of taking the usual wide-angle shot featured in all the guidebooks, Angelo took a few closeup shots of small architectural features, then knelt on one knee and panned up to a wide shot of the ornate ceiling.

Eddie was surprised.  “That’s just what I would have done, dude.  Gotta go for the unique shots.  Anyone can snap the usual guidebook pictures.  I’m impressed.”

“Thank you, sir.”  Angelo blushed, and smiled for the first time.  Eddie threw his arm over the boy’s shoulder and they walked out to the parking lot looking like old friends.  They were the same height, both similarly dressed in shorts, T-shirt and sneakers.

Eddie opened the passenger door of his truck.  “Get in dude – welcome to L.A.”

As they pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the 110 Freeway Eddie felt they had jumped the first friendship hurdle, and he made small talk.  “So how was the train ride, Angelo?”

“I loved it sir.  You know a lot of the time it runs right by the ocean, feels like we’re on the beach.  The conductor actually stopped at my seat and pointed out some of the sights.  I took a few pictures through the window, but I really wanted to jump out and ...”

“I know, I get the same feeling.  Like ‘stop the world, freeze-frame I wanna take a picture’.  Last time I was on a train ...”

But Angelo had not stopped talking, and they talked over each other for a while until they both realized what they were doing.  They stopped suddenly, smiled at each other ... and burst out laughing.  “They told me you talked a lot, dude.  Me too, the guys call me motormouth Eddie.”

“Sorry, sir.”  Angelo pressed his fingertips at the corner off his mouth, ran them along his lips like a zipper, and twisted them at the end like a key.”

“Eddie stared at him.  “No ... that’s what I always do, the exact same thing.  But it don’t last long, does it?”

“Ten seconds tops with me, sir.”

“I don’t even make it that far.”  They laughed gleefully and Eddie said, “Dude, I can tell we’re gonna get along just fine.”

“Provided we can work out this talking thing, sir.”

The ice was well and truly broken, and Eddie felt he could get into the intimate stuff.  “So listen, kiddo, I’m dying to know what went down at your hotel with those four hunks.  They wouldn’t tell me, said I should ask you. I know Randy fucked your virgin ass and you took it like a trooper.”

“Randy is sensational, sir.  He made me fall in love with him.”

“Always does,” Eddie said. “He has this ... I dunno ... magic about him.  Did it hurt?”

“A bit at first.  But when I stared into those blue eyes, wow.  And when he finished, I wanted more.  There were three other guys there and ... sir, you...will...not...believe ...”

Eddie roared with laughter again.  “No way, dude.  That’s what I always say.  You sure you ain’t been spying on me to learn everything I say?  OK, tell me what happened next.”

“Well, sir, the other men – Mark, Zack and Bob – all fucked me too.  And I loved it.  Randy was amazed, said I reminded him of some other guy who loved to get butt-fucked, but he stopped himself from saying his name.”

“Hmm, well yeah ...”  Eddie was just as non-committal and Angelo wisely let it drop. 

When they arrived at Eddie’s home Angelo got out and stared at the big gate across the street. Eddie said, “That’s a large compound where most of the tribe live.”

Angelo gave a puzzled frown and Eddie smiled, “Never mind, kid, so much to tell you about, but we’ll take it one step at a time.  First, I want to make sure everything’s cool between you and me, ‘cos kiddo, I think we might be spending a lot of time together.”

“I hope so, sir.”  Angelo blushed shyly.

“Right, so let’s go in and have a drink and a snack in the little garden out back.”

A short time later they were sitting at a small table under a tree with a bottle of wine, and sandwiches that Angelo had insisted on making. “It’s what I do, sir – part of my job at the hotel.”

As the wine relaxed them, Eddie said, “OK. So far I’ve asked you all the questions.  You must have lots to ask me.”

Angelo took a deep breath.  “Er, there is one thing, sir.  Bob said that you work most of the time on the new Hunter movie.  So ... so what is Grady really like, sir?”

Eddie knew that was coming, and knew he had to be careful.   “He’s a great guy, Angelo.  I know some big movie stars can be snooty, but not Grady.  It’s not like he’s the star and we’re just crew.  He always wants to be just one of the guys.  So he jokes and fools around with us all, and of course the crew all love him.

“Yeah, I’ve read that he was a real friendly guy, he don’t really like all the celebrity stuff.  But are you, like, a friend of his?  You must know a lot of personal stuff you never read in the tabloids.”

Eddie picked his words carefully.  “See, the thing is, Angelo, we don’t talk about private stuff like that. Whatever we say gets picked up, exaggerated, distorted and splashed all over the tabs.  Reporters are always sniffing around, even offering money for information.  They once offered me big bucks for any dirt I had, but honestly there ain’t no dirt, he’s such a nice guy.”

“Sorry, sir, I realize I’m just an outsider ...”

“No you’re not, kiddo,” Eddie said sharply.  “I never want to hear you say you’re ‘just’ anything.  You’re with me, kiddo, and I consider myself a bigshot.”

“With you, sir?” Angelo smiled.  “I’m not sure what that means, but it sounds real nice.”

<><>    Love & Laughter    <><>

Angelo must have felt a strengthening bond with Eddie, which emboldened him to ask, “Sir, when I was with the men in San Diego they had several rules, like a boy never gets hurt and is never forced to do anything he don’t want to.  And like I said, I had sex with all of them.  But er, are boys like me allowed to have sex with a boy like you?”

Eddie grinned.  Finally, they were onto the inevitable topic.  “Kiddo, when it comes to sex in our group, there are no rules, except the one you mentioned that nobody gets hurt.  Sure, boys have sex with boys all the time.  Are you saying you wanna have sex with me?”

“Oh no, sir.  You’re a senior boy and give the best blowjobs. I’m just this new rookie.”

“There’s that ‘just’ again, kid.  What did I tell you?  Bob told me you’re a great cocksucker.  You wanna give it a try on me?”

“Of course I’d love to, sir, you’re so sexy and obviously have a great body ...”

“So what are you waiting for, kid?  You want an engraved invitation?  On your knees, dude.”

Eddie took off his own shirt, then sprawled back in his chair, legs manspread, as he had seen Hassan do so often. With an excited look in his eye, Angelo knelt on the grass before him, reached forward and unzipped Eddie’s shorts.  He pulled out his long, already-hard cock and said, “You have a beautiful cock.  Now, sir?”

“No time like the present, kid.”

Angelo opened wide, lowered his mouth slowly over Eddie’s cock and swallowed it all the way down, with only a slight gag at the end. Then he pulled back and went down again, with increasing speed and confidence.

“Damn, you’re good,” Eddie said, impressed by the boy’s skill – a bit clumsy at times, but with all the signs of becoming an expert.  As Eddie looked down at the beautiful, eager face rising and falling on his cock, he felt a protective instinct he had never experienced before. 

He recalled Angelo’s confusion and shyness at the train station, lost and alone until Eddie put his arms round him.  He recalled Angelo pulling out his old basic camera and taking clever shots of the ornate station – something he himself had done when he was starting out. 

Eddie smiled when he thought of Angelo’s plan to hitchhike from the station, and the way it felt with Angelo sitting wide-eyed and excited beside him.  He recalled, under his blushing shyness, a latent cheeky sense of humor, similar to his ... talking too much; zipping his lips; the wide-eyed ‘you will not believe’. 

In short, he reminded Eddie of himself when he was starting out, and the sense of security he felt when Hassan made him his boy.  Eddie was no tough Marine, but he wanted to give Angelo that same sense of confidence and security.  And now here he was, his eager handsome face with its long eyelashes, moving up and down on his cock.  All of this culminated in Eddie’s next impulsive words.

“Kiddo, I want to fuck your ass.”

Angelo pulled back off his cock and looked up nervously.  “Wasn’t I doing it right, sir?”

“You were doing great, dude.  But I suddenly knew I wanted to cum not in your mouth, but in your butt.  What d’ya say, kid?”

The boy’s eyes shone.  “Yes please, sir.”

Eddie reached down, pulled Angelo’s shirt off over his head and pushed him gently so he fell on his back on the grass.  Eddie stood up and gently stroked his own cock.  You sure you want this Angelo?”

“Sir, I think I wanted it when you first hugged me at the station.  My cock’s been hard ever since, but you can’t exactly fuck in the middle of a crowd on a station platform, can you?”

“I dunno, kiddo,” Eddie grinned mischievously, “it’s probably been done somewhere, sometime.  But grass is easier on the back than concrete, don’t ya think?”

“Definitely, sir,” Angelo giggled.  He hastily wriggled out of his shorts and lay naked, smiling up at Eddie.  He hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back, offering his ass to his new friend.

Eddie feigned shock.  “Hey ... here I am thinking you’re a rookie, but you’ve done this before haven’t you?  “Oh, yeah, that’s right, you got quadruple-fucked by four of the hottest musclehunks in town.  But this time it’s just me.”

“Sir, you told me never to use the words ‘just me’.

“Hey, watch yourself, kid.  If this is a contest of sassy wisecracks I can beat you anytime.  But first I gotta fuck your ass.  Think of it as punishment for being a smartass.”

“Sir, I think I want to be punished.”

“Be careful what you wish for, boy.”  Eddie knelt on the grass behind him and pushed his legs back.  Damn, that’s a sweet-looking ass.  I can see why those four studs wanted in.  And my cock has just been lubed by your own spit, kid.”

“So what are we waiting for?”

“Hey, that’s my line, kid.  I’m in charge here.  Watch your lip.”

Angelo grinned, zipped his mouth again with his fingertips and turned the key.

“OK, that does it.  You’re gonna get it good, kid.”   Eddie drove his cock in, all the way down in one swift move.

“Aaahh ...”  Angelo’s naked body jolted as he stared up at the Eddie’s sparkling eyes.  “Thank you sir.  Oh, it feels so good.  Fuck me sir, please ...”

“Damn, you really want it don’t you?  I love that in a boy.  OK, here we go ...”

The fuck was steady and deep.  Eddie watched the boy carefully but saw no flinching, no sign of distress, only a craving in those gorgeous brown eyes.   His curly black hair flew over his face as he threw his head back.   “I love it, sir.  More ... punish me ...”

“Damn, you’re hot.” Eddie leaned forward and pinned his arms to the ground.  “Now you’re at my mercy.  How’s that feel?”

“Incredible, sir.  It’s what Randy said.”

“But don’t cum yet – not till I say you can.”

“Randy said that too, sir.”

“Will you stop telling me what Randy said.  I’m not Randy.”

“I can tell, sir.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”  They stared into each other’s eyes ... and saw the gleam.  They smiled, chuckled, and then laughed, with the sheer joy of being together, making love. 

“God, I love you, kiddo ... you’re the boy for me.”  Eddie bent down and kissed Angelo for the first time, a long tongue searching kiss while keeping up the rhythmic action in his ass.

When t kiss ended Eddie released the boy’s wrists.  Angelo reached up and stroked Eddie’s face, then his body as it moved up and down above him.  The boy’s eyes filled with tears that were soon rolling down his cheeks.  That made Eddie tear up and their emotions overflowed until they were both crying and laughing at once.”

“Can I cum now, sir?  Please?”

“Sure, kiddo.  Can you do it without touching your cock when I shoot my load in your ass?”

“Of course, sir.  I can do anything for you.” 

Eddie grinned.  “Can you stop talking when I tell you to?”

“Ah, well, I can’t guarantee that, sir.”

“Fuck you kid, I can see I’ll have to take you in hand.”

“And in the butt, sir.”

Their eyes laughed, then they laughed, with uncontrollable joy as Eddie poured jizz in his warm ass and Angelo shot streams of cum so high it splashed on Eddie’s chest heaving above him.

<><>    “Time We Had A Chat, Kid”    <><>

They lay close together on their backs on the grass, with Eddie’s arm behind Angelo’s head. “Wow,” Eddie said, “that was something new.”

“But you must have fucked hundreds of guys, sir.”

“Hundreds?” Eddie said with a swagger.  “Yeah, I guess I have.  But like I said, this was something new.  I feel ... I dunno ... different somehow.  You make me feel different, Angelo.”

“Same here, sir.  I mean, it was great getting fucked by those four guys in the hotel, but it wasn’t like this.  I feel different too.”

After a long pause, Eddie said.  “How long can you stay in L.A. kiddo?”

“How long would you like me to stay, sir?”

“How about forever?” Eddie grinned.

“That sounds like a long time, sir.  Sounds kinda nice too.”  Actually, business is gonna be slow next week at my hotel, so they encouraged us to take whatever vacation we have due to us.  I could stay all week.  I’ll go out and find some cheap motel and visit you every day if you like.”

Eddie turned to face Angelo and propped himself up on his elbow.  “Dude, you don’t get it, do you?  If you stay here, you stay with me, of course.   We have a spare room here, no problem.”

“We, sir?  You said we.”

“Yeah, me and Hassan.”

Angelo looked troubled.  “Is he your boy, sir?”

Eddie laughed.  “Hardly.  Other way round, actually.  OK, kid, time we had a chat about what goes on here.  Let’s get another bottle of wine.”

In a few minutes they were back at the table and Angelo poured the wine. (Old habits died hard).  “Angelo, you know when we arrived here you looked at the big gates across the street and I told you that’s where most of the tribe lives?”

“I remember, sir.  But I didn’t understand it.”

“OK, here goes.  The four guys you met are part of what we call the tribe.  So am I.  And other guys live in their own houses not too far from here.  Altogether there must be about thirty of us.  Randy is the big boss along with his lover Bob.  And Mark and Zack are top guys too.  So is my guy Hassan.  Most of the men have a boy, and the senior boys have a boy too, all except me. Soon I’ll introduce you to some of them at dinner tonight.

“You say you’re the only senor boy who doesn’t have his own boy.  Why not, sir?”

“’Cos I never met the right boy.  Until now, maybe.”

Angelo blushed.  “You mean ... you mean there’s a chance I could be your boy?”

“Well, let’s not jump ahead too fast, kiddo.  But yeah, I think it’s a possibility.  ‘Course, I’d have to discuss it with Hassan first.”

“Tell me about Hassan, sir.  You say he’s a top guy.  Is he a construction worker too?”

Eddie laughed, “Not hardly.  Hassan is an Arab/Asian mix.  He met Mark years ago in the Arab war, and when it ended he came here and became a U.S. Marine Captain.  He’s so ... But I’ll let you see for yourself ‘cos he’ll be home soon.  He left real early this morning for the Marine base, where he’s the top recruiting officer.  Makes recruiting videos and trains new rookies.

“Matter of fact, he’s making a new video tomorrow showing new recruits training, then in the locker room and showing what Marine life is like on the base.  And, er, guess who’s directing the video and shooting it.”

“You, of course, sir.  Wow, you get to spend your day looking at the new young Marines in action, and then in the locker room.  Don’t you have a hardon all day?”

“Pretty much,” Eddie laughed.  “But Hassan takes care of that when he gets home.  At the end of every day on the base he comes home with a hardon himself and I take care of that.”

“By sucking him off, sir?”

“How did you know that?”

“I guessed.  The men told me you’re an expert cocksucker, so I just assumed ...  “Does he fuck you too?”

“Sometimes.  He’s a terrific fuck, wait till you see him.  And guess what.  Sometimes I get to fuck him too.  We call that a role reversal where the boy fucks the man.”

“Sir, you’re making my dick hard again. I can cum again and again, one after another.”

“Me too, kiddo,” Eddie smiled.  “They call me the gusher.  But I gotta save myself for Hassan.  Like I said, when he gets home he’s hot and sweaty and horny as hell.”

They heard a squeal of brakes outside. “Talk of the devil,” Eddie grinned. “Sounds like his jeep.”

<><>    The Marine Captain Takes Charge    <><>

Angelo felt the mood change as Eddie tensed, with an eager smile on his face.  The door burst open and Angelo’s jaw dropped.  He had never seen a man like this – tall. muscular with swarthy Arab features, shaggy black hair and eyebrows, and a heavily stubbled square jaw.  He was dressed in military gear – heavy combat boots, camouflage fatigue pants and a sleeveless denim shirt over a khaki tank top.

Eddie said, “Welcome home, sir ...” but his words were stifled by the soldier’s mouth pressing hard against his. 

“Dude, I am sweaty, hot and horny.  A cool shower will take care of the first two, but the horny bit is your job.”

“As always, sir.  But first, I wanna introduce Angelo.”

Hassan turned and saw Angelo.  He looked him up and down ... and his chiseled features broke into a gleaming smile.  “Oh, yeah.  Very nice, very nice.  So, this is the Angelo I’ve been hearing so much about.  Welcome to the family, kid.  Come here and give a big ol’ sweaty soldier a hug.”  He wrapped his muscular arms round the boy in a tight man-hug.

Stunned, Angelo inhaled the musky stink of the Marine’s sweaty armpits, and thought the man would crush him.  His cock got rock hard and he was about to cum in his shorts, but Hassan released him just in time.  “Kid, we’ll talk later, but right now your buddy here has a job to do.”

“I should go away and give you privacy, sir.”

“Hell, no.  If you’re gonna be part of this family you gotta get used to this stuff.  Happens every day.  So stay, that’s an order.”

“Yes, sir.”  He watched as Hassan pulled his shirt off and sprawled in the chair Eddie had recently vacated.  Like Eddie had done, the soldier manspread his legs ... Angelo’s first fleeting glimpse of how Eddie tried to copy his man.

The soldier’s muscled body was on full display now, his torso straining against the sweat-stained tank.  He stroked the bulge in his fatigues, then raised his arms, bent at the elbows, and linked his hands behind his head, displaying his bulging biceps and his hairy armpits.

Angelo was startled to see the change in Eddie – from self-assured young stud teaching a new boy, to a worshipful boy eagerly servicing his man.  But in either role, Eddie was just as sexy to Angelo.  He had heard how Eddie was an expert cocksucker, and now he got visual proof as Eddie knelt before the Marine, ripped open his fatigues and pulled out his huge solid cock.

The long shaft quickly disappeared down Eddie’s throat and Angelo was mesmerized by the alternating expressions of joy and frustration on the soldier’s face as Eddie quickly brought him to the edge of orgasm, then backed off and skillfully teased him.  Angelo lost touch of time as he gazed at the Marine captain being serviced by his own new friend Eddie. 

The face-fuck seemed to last forever until finally Hassan wrapped his hands round Eddie’s head. “Let’s cut to the chase here, dude.  I need to bust a fucking load.  Make it happen.”

Eddie pulled away long enough to say, “Sir, yes, sir,” before Hassan tightened his grip and forced his mouth all the way down until his face was buried in the wiry mass of his sweaty pubes and the soldier’s cock erupted down his throat.

The soldier threw his head back and howled.  It was an overwhelming fantasy for Angelo who unzipped his own shorts and stroked his cock.

“Don’t you fucking cum, boy,” Hassan barked.  “Get your cute butt over here.”  Eddie stood up, still gulping down his mouthful of man-juice, and made way for Angelo to stand in front of Hassan.  “There’ll be no jerk-offs while I’m in the room, boy, is that understood?  I wanna see how Eddie’s new boy tastes.  Shove your dick in my mouth, kid.”

Stunned, Angelo glanced at Eddie who grinned and nodded eagerly.  So Angelo obeyed the captain and slid his pulsing cock in the soldier’s mouth.  He stared down in disbelief at the dark rugged face.  His cock was inside it.  He was getting sucked off by a tough Marine and “Aaagh.”

He blasted cum in the soldier’s mouth just as he felt a rod drive in his ass.  As he was fucking the Marine’s face, the Marine’s boy was fucking his rookie ass.   In a daze he closed his eyes and felt his legs getting weak.  He would have fallen but he felt strong hands under his armpits and he was pulled upright.  He opened his eyes and stared into the captain’s smiling face.

“Well done, kid.  Eddie chose well ... you’re one of us.”  He clamped their mouths together in another grinding kiss, this one lubricated by his own semen passing from mouth to mouth.  The effect on the boy was instant.  His cock stiffened and he shot another load, this time over Hassan’s leg.

He pulled away and blushed deeply.  “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to ... it’s just that you are ...”

Hassan roared with laughter.  “What we have here is another gusher, just like your friend here.  I can live with that. I’m gonna strip naked anyway for the shower.  Boy, get down and unlace my combat boots.”

Again Angelo gave a startled glance at Eddie, who grinned encouragement and signaled him to kneel.  Angelo did, and proceeded to unlace the heavy boots.  He found it strangely erotic helping the Marine captain undress.  When he had loosened the boots he pulled them off, then stared up at the soldier who was pulling off his tank.  Angelo gasped at the bare muscular torso and felt his own cock get hard again.

“Now the pants kid.  The fly was already open and Angelo unbuckled the belt and pulled the pants down.  The big cock hung down in front of his face and Angelo had to stop himself from licking it. He couldn’t believe that he was actually kneeling at the feet of a naked Marine captain.  Hassan pulled him up again.  “The pants go in the laundry, kiddo.  But this ...” he picked up his discarded tank ... “this old sweaty thing is yours.  Keep it as a reminder of the time you face-fucked a Marine.”    

Hassan turned to Eddie.  “You ready for tomorrow, Eddie?  It’s gonna be a long day on the base and I don’t want any screwups.  At least you’ll have an assistant this time.  It was always painful to watch you raking through your gear when you needed to change cameras, or lenses or whatever.”

He smiled at Angelo, “I hear you know about cameras, kid, and what you don’t know Eddie can teach you.  You are coming with him, aren’t you?”  Angelo hesitated uncertainly.  “Well you are now, boy – that’s an order.  As for you, Eddie, you’ve done real well.  I love you, kid, I’m proud of you.  We three make a great team, don’t we? Now for that shower.  Better make it a cold one to calm me down – you guys turned me on so much. I’ll become a human being instead of a big sweaty wildman.”

The boys watched in awe as the naked Arab muscle hunk left the room.

<><>    Following Captain’s Orders    <><>

Angelo smiled dazedly at Eddie.  “Wow, so that’s your man, Eddie.  He’s ... awesome”

“Ain’t he though? That’s my Marine, kiddo, and trust me, shower or no shower, we ain’t seen the last of the big sweaty wildman.  In fact tomorrow we’ll see him in action.  I can tell he likes you a lot.  I have never seen the captain swallow a boy’s cum, except mine.

“Eddie,” Angelo frowned.  “I know you and Hassan have this real special relationship going back years, and I don’t want to get in the way of that and mess things up.  You will tell me if you want me out of the way, won’t you?”

Eddie kissed him.  “Dude, you heard what the captain said, you’re family.  That welcome home, involving you, was more exciting than usual for him and me.  So don’t worry, kid, I’ll let you know if ever three becomes a crowd.  But that ain’t gonna happen.  And I’m real glad you’re coming with me tomorrow as my assistant.  I gotta show you my studio downstairs.

“Wow.” In the studio Angelo gazed in awe at all the equipment Eddie had. 

“This is where I edit my own videos, like the one we’ll make tomorrow.  The movie footage is edited by the studio, of course, but they often let me sit in on it and I learn a whole lot. 

“Over here is all the equipment we’ll be taking tomorrow.  Don’t worry, I’ll show you what everything’s for, so you know what to hand me when I ask for it.  Dude, it’s gonna be hot – two gushers like you and me surrounded by all those half naked young Marines.”

Eddie smiled and kissed his cheek. “But before all that, this evening I’ll introduce you to the guys at the tribe’s nightly dinner.”

“Er, when you do that, will you say I’m your boy?”

“Of course.  You heard Hassan say you are, and when he calls you my boy, you are.  Lesson number one, kiddo.  We always follow captain’s orders.”

Angelo grinned and saluted.  “Sir, yes sir.”

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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 13: Chapter 49