Trial Of Strength (Book 13)

"ANGELO'S FANTASIES COME TO LIFE"

Shy young Italian Angelo is growing more confident as Eddie’s new boy. The transition brings with it the excitement of Angelo’s private sexual fantasies coming to life. Eddie’s man, the muscular Arab soldier Hassan, stuns him with a sexual display of military muscle worship, and a spit-roast of Angelo. But Angelo gets his biggest shock of all when his screen idol appears in the flesh. 

In the previous chapter

Young Eddie had always been loved by the tribe as the “class clown” who kept them all laughing.  But the co-leader of the tribe, Bob, had recently said to him, “Eddie, you’ve grown up so much since Warner Brothers Studio gave you a contract as a cameraman. You can well and truly take your place among the senior boys.”

And it was as a senior boy that Eddie met Angelo, a young, attractive Italian hotel waiter who had encountered Bob and three other men of the tribe at his San Diego hotel.  The men had initially regarded the sexy waiter as a short-term sexual plaything, but Bob had quickly realized that, under his initial shyness, he had a keen intellect, with many things in common with Eddie.

“I can’t wait for him to meet Eddie,” Bob said.  “They both love the movies and cameras, and Angelo even tried to copy Eddie’s camera technique from a publicity picture Eddie had taken, though he didn’t know then that it was Eddie’s.  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.”

At Bob’s invitation Angelo had come up to L.A. from San Diego, and when Eddie met him at the train station they were both nervous at first   But they soon discovered they had much in common – same interests, same sexual desires, same sense of humor.

When, inevitably, they made love at home for the first time, Eddie gazed at Angelo’s eager face and felt a protective instinct he had never experienced before.  He smiled when he thought of Angelo’s initial earnest offer to hitchhike home from the train station. And he recalled the young boy’s confusion and shyness at the station, lost and alone until Eddie put his arms round him.    

He recalled Angelo pulling out his own old camera and taking skillful shots of the ornate station – just as Eddie himself had once done when he was starting out.  And he remembered his first glimpse, under Angelo’s blushing shyness, of a latent cheeky sense of humor similar to his own.

But the real test came when Angelo met Eddie’s man, the darkly handsome, macho muscle-Marine Hassan, who immediately treated Angelo as Eddie’s boy.  Eddie later said to Angelo, “When Hassan calls you my boy, you are.  Lesson number one, kiddo.  We always follow captain’s orders.”

=========    Book 13: Chapter 49    =========

<><>    Angelo & Eddie Both Learn Lessons    <><>

After sex, before he got into the shower, Hassan said to his boy Eddie, “You ready for tomorrow, dude?”  He was referring to the next morning when Eddie was to accompany Hassan to his Marine base to direct and shoot a Maine recruitment publicity video 

“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.”

Hassan smiled at Eddie’s brand-new boy 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.”

So now, Eddie and Angelo were in Eddie’s small basement studio, making plans for the next morning when they would both accompany Hassan to the Marine base.  Eddie found himself in the unusual position of teacher to the shy young Italian, who was bewildered by the speed things were happening to him.

He had met Eddie only hours before when he arrived at the train station from San Diego.  They had quickly become friends and Hassan took it for granted that Angelo would be Eddie’s own boy from now on.

The boy was amazed and excited by all of Eddie’s film editing equipment in the studio, and Eddie got right down to business.  “Over here is all the gear we’ll be schlepping to the base.  It’s a big relief to have you along as my assistant, kiddo.  On other trips I’ve had to do it all myself, and like Hassan said, it was a pain having to stop shooting while I rummaged through this lot looking for the piece I needed.”

“I’m thrilled to be coming with you sir, and to learn from the best.”

“One thing I’ve found out, dude, is that a cameraman is only as good as his assistant is.  That would be you on this shoot, kiddo.  I myself started out as an assistant to the camera crew on Grady’s movies, but the DP – that’s Director of Photography – soon realized I had talent when I took that picture of Grady in the water – the one they put on all the billboards.”

“And the one I’ve been jerking off to, sir,” Angelo grinned.”

“That’s the one.  Now the DP keeps saying I should have an assistant of my own for the movie, but it ain’t happened yet. 

So let’s get down to business here – and I do mean business. This is serious stuff, no room for mistakes, and we can’t be distracted by a crowd of hunky young Marine recruits stripping off their sweaty clothes in the locker room.  And no displays of affection between us, kid. 

Angelo feigned disappointment.  “You mean no kissing, even though I want to kiss you all the time?”  He grinned impishly, and Eddie tried, but failed, to stifle a smile.

“That mouth of yours will get you into trouble, boy.  That’s what Hassan always said to me, and it did, many times.  But seriously, kiddo, this is fast-paced action and I may seem abrupt and strict when we’re working – different from what I am at home.  When I hold my hand out for a piece of equip I might bark orders at you. 

“I don’t mean to be rude, but I get real intense when I’m working.  As you know, photography is all in the timing, and I can’t waste time digging for a lens or something and miss the shot.  That’s where you come in, kid, so let’s go through all the stuff here and make sure you know the names of everything.

Angelo was tingling with excitement.  “This is exactly what I needed to learn, sir.  I’ve looked it up in books and manuals, but there’s nothing like on-the-job training is there?”

And that’s what you’re gonna get, kiddo, a crash course.”  Angelo learned fast, and soon Eddie said, “OK, kid, now we’ll go over it again, and this time you tell me the names of each piece.”

Just as they finished they heard Hassan’s voice from upstairs calling to Eddie.  He left Angelo to keep studying the equipment and joined Hassan in the bedroom.  He gulped as he saw the soldier barefoot in jeans and shirtless.  “Yes, sir, you want me to suck your cock again?”

“Not this time kiddo, I wanna talk to you.  Grab a couple of beers and come sit with me.  Eddie did as instructed and sat next to the bare-chested soldier.

“Don’t know how long I can keep this up without creaming my shorts, sir, you’re hotter than ever.  Sure you don’t want a blowjob, sir?”

“Cool it, boy, I’m not fooling around here, this is serious – one of the most serious talks we’ve had.  You have a new role in life, kid.  That young kid downstair is your boy.  His future depends on you for protection and nurturing. That’s a huge responsibility, dude, and I wanna make sure you’re ready for it.  I can see you already get along great together and I think you made a good choice, I’m proud of you.  How’s he doing so far?”

“Sir, I love the kid, and he’s real smart.  All that equipment, he already knew most of it, he’s been studying manuals and trade journals.  He loves cameras as much as I do.  He’ll be a huge help to me tomorrow.”

“And what about tonight, Eddie?  What are your plans for him?”

“Well, sir, I want him to have his own room, give him a sense of security and independence.  So he’ll have our spare room.”

“Good, and what about tonight?”

“Ah, I was thinking about that too.  I don’t think it’s good for him to be alone tonight. Everything’s happened so fast it might spook him to be alone in a silent room.  I mean, I could sleep with him, but I always sleep with you, sir, and ... well, I was wondering if ...”

“... if we could all sleep together?” Hassan grinned. “Dude, you impress me.  Your instincts are spot on, you’re putting his needs first, as you should with an insecure boy like him.  Sure, I would kinda like to sleep with both of you.  But I think we should keep it light, sort of a game.  You and me we could have a little fun with him.  He’s real sexual, fun-loving, the kind of kid who’d enjoy that.”

“That’s what I was thinking, sir, but of course I needed your OK.”

Hassan leaned over and kissed him.  “Kiddo, I love you, always have, even more now you’ve grown up and become a kind, compassionate adult.  But here’s the thing – threesomes can sometimes be hard to manage.”  He laughed.  “You only have to look at Randy, Bob and Mark to know that – all the upheavals those three have gone through.

“So I’ll just say this.  Eddie, you are my boy, and that ain’t gonna change, no matter what.  I love that you’re gonna have your own boy and we’ll be a family of three.  But I don’t want that to spoil our relationship.  “You’ll always be number one with me, and if ever you feel that Angelo is crowding you out, I want you to tell me, OK?”

“Thank you for saying that, sir. I know threesomes need careful handling and I’ll be sure to ask your advice if I think the balance is going, kinda, on the tilt.”

“Perfect.  The next step is for you to introduce Angelo to all the guys at dinner.  He’ll probably find that overwhelming so I’ll be there to back you up.  Go show him his room and give him some clothes to wear.  And later tonight, like I said, we’ll have a bit of fun before we all go to bed together.

“Yes, sir.  And sir, I’ve said this many times before, and I wanna say again – I’m so proud to be your boy.”

<><>    Angelo Faces The Tribe    <><>

When Eddie went back down to his studio Angelo was still looking at the camera equipment and writing in a notebook.  “I thought I would make a list of all the stuff we’ll be taking, sir. We can use it as a checklist when we leave the base, make sure we don’t forget anything.”

“Great idea, kiddo.  In the past I have left bits and pieces behind and just had to write them off.  So you’ll be in charge of inventory, dude.  But we have to finish up down here ‘cos we gotta go across the street to dinner with all the guys.”

The enthusiasm drained from Angelo’s face.  “Oh, yes.  I’m feeling a bit nervous of that, sir.  I mean, I love being with you and Hassan, but facing all those new guys ... you said there are around thirty?”

“Oh, they won’t all be at dinner.  A lot of them have dinner in their own houses, like Doc Steve and Lloyd; Doc Chad and Adam; Mario and G ... and Brian.”  (Eddie cursed himself for almost letting Grady’s name slip out.)  “And you already know Randy, Bob, Mark and Zack – hell you’ve been butt-fucked by all four of them,” Eddie laughed.  “Now you’ll meet their boys, and their boy’s boys. 

“The other senior men there will be the fireman Jason, and the other construction bosses Seth and Darius.  Then there’s a hunky Hispanic Miguel who’s a top hotel chef, and you’ll love Ranger Pete and his boy Brandon.  Brandon’s in charge of the business office and I was the first one to meet him when he was living alone further up the hill.

“That’s a lot, I know, dude, but I don’t want you to be nervous, they’re all great guys, and the boys were all new boys once, feeling as nervous as you are.  But never forget, you are my boy and I’m Hassan’s, and nobody messes with Hassan or his family.  Now come upstairs and I’ll show you your room, and find you some clothes.”

The spare room was next to Eddie and Hassan’s bedroom.  “Wow, it’s gorgeous,” Angelo smiled.  “Three times the size of my tiny room at the hotel.   I don’t have much to put in it, ‘cos I only brought my backpack with me.  I thought I was just coming for a quick visit.”

“Yeah, well now you’re staying longer – much longer – I’ll get you kitted out, dude.  Hassan’s always buying me clothes because he says I look cute in them. Most of the clothes I don’t need.  Hell, who needs clothes when all I ever wear is shorts and a T-shirt?”

Eddie brought a bundle of clothes from his own room and dumped them on the bed.  “Later on you can take your pick of these, take them all if you want.  But right now just pick out something for dinner.  Not too dressy, though, everything’s real causal around here, even at dinner.”

Angelo chose tan shorts, slider sandals and a black polo shirt.  “Good choice, kiddo.  The shirt sets off you dark features and those long come-to-bed eyelashes.  OK, deep breath. And here we go kid.”

Hassan joined them and they went across the street. They heard a clamor of voices as they opened the gate and Angelo saw a large garden, with a long table set up by the pool.  And round the table was a group of the hottest looking men he had ever seen. Angelo lost his nerve and hesitated, but Hassan said, “Come on kid, you’re with me,” as if that was all it took for Angelo to be accepted.  And in fact it was.

The buzz of voices ceased as they all looked up at the threesome.  Eddie said loudly, “Guys, listen up.  It gives me great pleasure to introduce my brand-new boy, the sexy Italian you see here named Angelo.  There was a loud chorus of, “Hi, Angelo” and when Hassan gave the boy a long lingering kiss there was a riot of cheers, stomping feet and wolf whistles.  If Hassan accepted Angelo, he was one of them. 

Unused to being the center of attention, Angelo blushed deep red, but he felt more secure when he heard Randy yell, “Hey guys, come up here across from Bob and me.  They went to the middle of the table and took the three chairs opposite the two leaders.  Eddie guessed Bob and Randy had kept the seats vacant for them as a sign of acceptance by the bosses.  Soon the clamor of voices resumed as the boisterous crowd went back to their conversations.

Angelo relaxed when all eyes were no longer on him.  “Sir,” he said to Eddie, “do you think they know about what happened at the hotel?”

“Dude, not only that, they probably know the kind of sandwiches you fixed for me earlier.  See, we have something called the grapevine, a super-efficient spreader of news.  Seems everyone knows everything as soon as it happens.  They not only know those studs all fucked you, they know that when I sucked Hassan’s dick he told you to shove yours in his mouth and he drank your jizz.  Bet that set the bees buzzing, don’t often see the soldier do that.

“So relax and accept it, kid – your story precedes you.  They knew you were my boy before we even walked in here.  And now we’re sitting with the Marine captain and opposite Bob and Randy, the big bosses.  Don’t get much better than that, kiddo.”

The dinner proceeded routinely after the excitement of Angelo’s appearance had died down.  He had expected to be bombarded with questions, but it seemed that those questions were already answered by grapevine gossip. He was pleased he was able to become just one of the crowd, in the reassuring company of Hassan and Eddie, Randy and Bob.

He was intrigued by Randy’s ritual of thanking the chefs, where all four chefs lined up, took off their chef’s hats and swept them down on a deep theatrical bow.  Angelo cheered and applauded with the rest of them, and several of the chefs lingered to chat to him.  Bob introduced him to his twin head chefs, Kyle and Kevin, and their redheaded assistant Will.

Kyle said, “We three chefs and Felipe work in our own little world in the kitchen, unseen by most of the guys here.  It’s a pretty delicate dance, with four of us in one kitchen.”

“Sir, maybe you should have someone film it so they’d all know what it looks like.”

“Great idea, Angelo, we’ve even thought of that ourselves – all that intense activity, ending with that dramatic bow you just saw.  Kevin said, “Hey we hear you’re a pretty swift cameraman, Angelo.  You offering yourself for the job?  What do you think, Eddie?”

“I’m gonna be real busy on the movie, dude, but sure, maybe I’ll loan out my assistant here and let him take a crack at it.  Would you be up for that, kiddo?”

“Absolutely, sirs, that would be fun.  Thank you for asking.”

As the chefs left, a cheerful looking young man came up in a wheelchair.  “Hi, Angelo, nice to meet you.  I’m Brandon, the office manager.  Actually we’re neighbors.  My man Pete and I live in the other half of the duplex.  Eddie is my oldest buddy here, he’s the one who brought me into the tribe, a long time ago.  Eddie, one day soon you’ve gotta bring Angelo over for dinner with Pete and me.”

Brandon wheeled away and Angelo said, “These guys are really friendly, Eddie.  I can’t wait to get to know them all better.”

Hassan ruffled the boy’s hair.  “We told you you’d fit right in kiddo.  But before you start going all social on us, work comes first.  We’ll be up at crack of dawn, so we better get an early night.”

They said their goodbyes to the crowd and went back home across the street.  Angelo said, “So I’d better go to my new room and put all those clothes away in my closet, then have a shower.”   

Eddie grinned, “Er, when you’ve done that, kid, drop by our room and say goodnight properly.  We wanna make sure everything’s OK with you and you're all set for tomorrow.”

OK, sir.  Twenty minutes tops.”

After he left, Hassan said. “Eddie, I could fall in love with that kid myself.  He’s so bright and willing and he’s clearly nuts about you.  Plus he’s sexy as all get out.”

“I hope you do fall in love with him, sir.  Do you still want him to sleep with us tonight?”

“Hell yeah.   I’ve got plans for that boy.”

<><>    Military Muscle Worship    <><>

Angelo quickly sorted the clothes Eddie had given him and arranged them in the closet and chest of drawers.  Then he checked out the bathroom and took a quick shower. 

It was hard to shake his habits as a hotel waiter, where he never left his room without the proper clothes.  So now, before going to say goodnight to Hassan and Eddie, he dressed again in the clothes he had worn at dinner – shorts, slider sandals and black polo shirt.  He left his room and knocked on the guys’ bedroom door. 

“Come in, kid,” Hassan’s deep voice bellowed.  Angelo went in cheerfully, but stopped abruptly.  Hassan and Eddie were naked on the bed ... and the soldier was kissing his boy.  It was either foreplay or the afterglow of sex, but either way he was embarrassed.  He blushed and stammered. “Oh, sorry sirs, I didn’t know ... I’ll just say goodnight and go back to my room.”

“The hell you won’t, young man.  Stay right where you are.  No one walks out on me until I dismiss them.

”Sorry, sir.”  Angelo would have been upset by the Marine’s harsh reprimand, but he saw the sparkle in Eddie’s eye and quickly realized this wasn’t entirely serious.  Still, the sight of the two hot men lying naked next to each other gave him an instant hardon in his shorts.

Hassan said, “Is the boy usually this disobedient, Eddie?”

“No sir.  It’s just that he hasn’t learned yet what’s it takes to be a Marine’s boy.”

“Huh, maybe we should teach him.  To start with, boy, what the hell are you doing all dressed up like that?  What d’ya think this is, afternoon tea?  Get those clothes off ... strip naked, boy.”

“Yes, sir.”  Angelo quickly pulled off his polo shirt and kicked off his sandals.  He hesitated, then unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop.  He stepped out of them, and stood before them, wearing only his undershorts.   He was reluctant to take them off because of the solid boner they hid.

“What part of naked don’t you understand, boy?” the soldier barked.  “Are you deliberately disobeying me again? You’re going the right way to get thrown in the brig and locked in a cage.  Is that what you want?”

“Whatever you want, sir.”

“That’s better.  What I want, boy, is to see you naked, so lose the fucking shorts.” Blushing deeply Angelo slowly pushed down his boxer briefs ... and his cock sprang out, hard as a poker.

“Damn, ain’t that something, Eddie?” Hassan sat back against the pillows, linked his hands behind his head and grinned roguishly.  “Look at the boy, he ain’t half bad.  What do think, kid, is he a keeper?”

“Could be, sir.  Let’s get a good look.  Turn round boy.”  He did as he was told and Hassan said, “Jeez, get a load of that ass.  I really wanna shove my schlong in that little beauty.  How would you feel about that, kid?”

“Yes please, sir,” Angelo said smartly.

“Turn and face us, boy.  Stand at ease.”  Eddie had already told him what that meant so he stood with his legs apart, hands lightly clasped behind his back.  “Look, that dick’s still rock hard.  Why is it hard boy?”  Angelo hesitated.  “I asked you a question, boy.  Tell me the truth, don’t lie to me.”

“It, er, it’s hard because of you, sir.”

“Me?  What about me?”

“You’re so ... so beautiful, sir.”

“Beautiful?”  What do you find so hot?  Describe it to me, all of it.”

Angelo gulped hard.  “Er, your handsome Arab face, sir – shaggy black hair and eyebrows, high cheek bones, full lips and stubbled jaw ...”

“And the body?”

“Those arms, sir, bulging biceps, the chiseled pecs, and ripped abs.  That mass of black pubes and that huge, beautiful cock.”

“You want it in your ass?  Is that why you’re dripping pre-cum?”

“Yes, sir ...”

“You like muscle, eh?”

“Yes, sir, very much.”

“You mean like this?” Hassan got off the bed and stood ten feet away from the boy.  You like biceps ...?”  Hasan raised his arms in a bodybuilder pose and flexed his biceps, turned his head and licked them in an act of self muscle-worship.  Angelo was breathing hard and longed to touch his own cock, but didn’t dare to.

Hassan pressed his fist in his hips in another bodybuilder pose and flexed his pecs and abs.  The naked soldier flexing his muscles was like a porn fantasy to Angelo, except he had never seen one as erotic as this. 

“You wanna see how a naked Marine jacks off in front of a mirror?” 

Hassan looked at a wall mirror just to the right of Angelo, ran his hands lovingly over his own chest and rubbed his nipples with his fingers.  Then he raised one arm again and flexed his bicep.  His other hand grabbed his iron-hard cock and stroked it. 

“Imagine that muscled soldier in the locker room, hot and horny after sweaty maneuvers.  He looks at himself in the mirror.  Turned on by his own reflection, he strips off his combat gear, and stares at himself buck naked.  He flexes his arm likes this, kisses his bicep and wraps his other hand round his bulging cock.”

Angelo was in another world, a fantasy world of military muscle, lust and self worship.  He stared at Hassan’s magnificent naked body, muscles flexing as he beat his meat ... Any minute the soldier would blow his load and ... aaahh!”

Angelo’s cock spurted streams of semen that splashed at the soldier’s feet.  His vision became blurred, and when it cleared he saw that the captain had not cum.  Instead he heard the angry voice roar, “Fuck you, boy.  You busted a load without permission.  You disobeyed me again.  OK, that’s it, it’s over.”

The naked soldier turned and threw himself on the bed.

<><>    Angelo In A Fantasy World    <><> 

Angelo panicked.  “Sir, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help ... you were so ... I can cum again, sir, as often as you like.  Please, sir.”

Lying on his stomach, Hassan turned his face to Eddie and winked.  He turned over and propped himself up on his elbows.  “What do you think Eddie?  Is he too rebellious for us?”

“Hmm, hard to say, sir.  I guess we could find a different one, but this one is way cute.”

Angelo had once seen a porn movie where a young captive had been put up for sale at a slave auction, and he was longing to be chosen by the hottest guy in the room. That’s how Angelo felt now as these two hot men haggled over whether to choose him or not. 

Eddie frowned, “Well ... maybe we should give him another chance, sir. 

“Yeah, maybe so.  He’ll have to earn it though.”

“What are you thinking, sir?  Spit roast?  He’s already said he can take your humungous dick up his ass.”

“Yeah, but in a spit roast he’s kneeling on all fours and I only get to look at the back of his head.  A kid this pretty, I wanna see his face while I pound his ass.”

“We can adapt – a kind of modified spit roast.”

“Yeah, sure. OK, boy get your ass over here, let’s see what you got.”

Angelo walked eagerly to the foot of the bed, then hesitated, not knowing what was expected of him.  The soldier reached up, grabbed his wrist and yanked him onto the bed between himself and Eddie.  “Now, you gonna be a good boy for me?”

“Yes, sir, I’ll do anything you say, sir.”

“You sure have a sexy face, kid, especially when you bat those long eyelashes.  The kind of face a man likes to kiss.  You a good kisser?”

“I ... I think so, sir.”

“Let’s find out.”  Hassan clamped his mouth over Angelo’s in a grinding, ravenous kiss, and the boy made an effort not to cum again.  Their tongues rubbed wildly together and he thought those full lips would suffocate him.  But abruptly Hassan pulled back.  “Now the body.”

He pushed Angelo’s face in the cleft between his pecs, made him lick his chest and suck his nipples.  Then he grabbed the boy’s hair and force his face into the wiry black hair of his armpits.  Angelo breathed in the musky smell from the damp pits until his head was yanked back again. “Now let me see you kiss my buddy.”

Eddie pulled him into a much gentler kiss and murmured, “You having a good time, dude?”

“Yes, sir.  Thank you.  I love you, sir.”

Hassan let them make love for a short while, then pulled them apart and stared into Angelo’s face.  “You ready for more, kid?”

“Yes please, sir, anything you say.”

“Right. See this cock?  Suck it, make it good and wet ‘cos it gonna spear your ass, kiddo.”

Angelo sucked like he had never sucked before, swallowing the long shaft all the way down his throat.  He feasted eagerly on the soldier’s cock, until once again Hassan grabbed his hair, pulled him back and said, “OK, Eddie, he’s ready.”

Eddie pushed Angelo on his back.  He knelt behind his head, reached forward and pulled his legs back, presenting his ass to the Marine.  “Ready and waiting, captain.”

Hassan knelt behind Angelo.  “You sure you want this, boy?”

“Yes please, sir.  I want it real bad.”

“Right, so here it is, kid.” 

“Aaahh ...”   Angelo jolted as he felt the thick shaft pierce him, but the pain lasted only a few seconds, replaced by a warm, erotic sensation that radiated from his ass throughout his body. He stared up at the naked soldier’s body as his rod buried itself deeper and deeper in his ass. As it pulled back and began a slow steady fuck, Angelo moaned, “Thank you, sir, it feels so good.  I love the feel of your cock inside me.”

Hassan increased the force and speed of his fuck and said, “OK, Eddie.  You get the face.”

Kneeling behind his head, Eddie let go of Angelo’s legs and let them fall over Hassan’s shoulders as he pounded ass.  Eddie leaned forward, braced his hands on the bed and arched his body over the boy so his cock was pointing straight at his face.  Angelo instinctively opened his mouth wide and swallowed Eddie’s cock, while his ass was filled with Hassan’s piston rod.

In addition to the erotic physical sensation of getting spit-roasted, Angelo felt a strange sense of belonging, of protection, as the Marine and his boy worked on him together. He was already starting to feel part of the family, and this made it more real, more intimate. The problem was, it also brought to a fever pitch his desire to cum that was hard to suppress.

Hassan was leaning forward while he fucked ass, Eddie leaned forward fucking the boy’s mouth.  Their faces close, they smiled at each other over their new boy, and kissed.”

“Mmm,” Hassan, said, “That feels so fucking hot.  I love you, dude.  Thanks for bringing this sexy kid into our lives.  Time to finish him off, though, I’m so damn close.  You go first.  I wanna see his face when I cum in his ass.”

It only took a few more thrusts until Eddie grinned at the soldier and said, “I love you sir. I’m gonna empty my load in our boy’s mouth ... yeaahh!”

Angelo gulped hard as he felt semen gushing down his throat, until at last Eddie was drained dry.  He pulled out and leaned back to give Hassan a clear view.  He gazed down at the dark, handsome young face, jaw sagging open, semen oozing from it and running down his chin.

“You look so fucking hot, boy.  You gonna shoot another load for me like a good boy?”

“Yes, sir.  I want to real bad.”

“Good.  Just so you can’t touch your cock ...”  Hassan leaned forward and clamped the boy’s wrists to the bed.  He bent down, licked Eddie’s cum from Angelo’s mouth and kissed him.  Then he gazed into the sexy brown eyes. “I wanna see you shoot jizz over yourself while I unload in your ass.  Do it now, kid, that’s an order.”

Immediately Angelo’s cock jolted and sprayed semen all over his heaving chest.  “Fucking beautiful, kiddo ..... aaahh!’

Angelo watched the soldier’s muscled body flex and felt hot jizz pump in his ass, just as the soldier’s boy had just filled his mouth.

“Fuck ... fuck,” the Marine gasped.  “Damn you’re good, kid.  Hey, Eddie, this boy is a keeper, no doubt about it.  But I warn you, kid, I get horny a lot, especially for a piece of ass like yours.  So from now on, when I’m not fucking your man Eddie, I’ll get him to loan me your ass and I’m gonna ream it, is that clear?”

“Yes please, sir.”

 “As Hassan pulled out of his ass, he said, “Kid, tonight you sleep with us, OK?”

“Thank you, sir.  I would love to.” 

Angelo slept in the middle on his side facing Eddie, with the Marine pressed against his back Eddie grinned and said quietly, “You knew Hassan was toying with you, didn’t you?”

“Most of the time sir, but it often felt so real, a bit scary.”

“Welcome to the world of fantasy, kiddo.  Hassan is brilliant at that, makes it all feel real.  And tomorrow it will be all real at the Marine base.  You ready for that?”

Yes, sir.  A bit nervous, though.”

“Don’t worry kiddo.  Hassan and I will take care of you ... always.”

<><>    Eddie & Angelo On The Job    <><>

Next morning Hassan and Eddie were woken by sounds from the kitchen at five-am.  They rubbed the sleep from their eyes, kissed, and were sitting up in bed when the door opened and Angelo brought in a tray with coffee. 

“Food’s up next, sirs – scrambled eggs, toast, berries and yogurt. Your kitchen is well stocked.” He left the tray on the bed, then reappeared with another tray of food.

“You didn’t have to do this, kiddo,” Eddie said.

“Oh I’m used to it, sir.  At the hotel we started breakfast service at five in the morning so I was usually up early.”

“Thanks, dude,” Hassan smiled and pulled Angelo into a warm kiss. “Come and join us.”

As they ate breakfast together Hassan said.  “OK, here’s the drill.  I’ll leave first in my jeep, you two come a bit later in your truck ‘cos you have all that gear to schlep with you.  You’ll find your T-shirts in the closet over there.”

Eddie explained to Angelo, “The secret of being a cameraman at an event like this is to blend in and not be noticed.  I’ve got good at being invisible – it’s what I call stealth photography.  If the recruits are aware they’re being filmed they’ll start mugging for the camera.”  He went to the closet and pulled out two khaki T-shirts.  “We wear these with cargo shorts and sneakers.”

After Hassan left, the boys got dressed and started to load the equipment.  Angelo checked each piece off his list and Eddie said, “I always meant to do that but never found the time, until you came along.  I already don’t know what I’d do without you, kiddo.”

Eddie kissed him and said, “That’s the last time you get that until we get back home.  At the base it’s all work, no public displays of affection, OK?”

“Aah, no butt-fucking either?” Angelo grinned impishly.”

“Dude, if we did that, those horny young Marines would join in.  We don’t want a bunch of young soldiers lining up to fuck your ass.”

“Speak for yourself, sir.”

“I’ve told you before, kid, watch that mouth.  Let’s hit the road.”

When they arrived at the base the parade ground was a hive of activity, with Hassan barking orders to the eager young rookies.  As they unloaded their gear Eddie explained how he planned the shoot. 

“One of the tough things with a shoot like this is when they all get active.  We want a wide angle shot of them training as a group, plus closeups of their faces grimacing with effort, preferably with sweat running down their faces. With you here that’ll be easier. I might start you off going out their, unobtrusively, and getting a series of close-ups with this camera.  In the break we’ll look at the rough footage and I’ll decide if we should change places.”

It was not long before Hassan called the recruits to order and the action began.  It went smoother than Eddie could have hoped for.  While he was busy filming the action from many different angles, Angelo snuck out among them and got a series of close-ups of their faces and flexing bodies. 

He used as a pattern the famous picture Eddie had once taken of Grady surfacing from the water that Angelo used to beat off to.  He figured that whatever he found sexy here would be good for recruitment.

And he was right.  When Hassan called a break Eddie ran the footage and said, “Kid, you’re a genius.  These shots are perfect, very sexy.  If I was thinking of joining the Marines these pictures would clinch it, I’d sign up right away.  Not that I am gonna join the Marines. I already got a hot Marine captain all to myself, me and my new boy, ace cameraman Angelo.”

Eddie decided to let Angelo continue with the close-ups, except for when he asked him to hold the long boom mic for ambient sound.  Later, though, the locker room was a toughie.  Trying to be unobtrusive in a smaller space was a challenge, especially when the young sweaty Marines began stripping down to their jockstraps. 

Eddie hissed quietly, “Get whatever you can.  Any shots that are too racy, especially dick shots, we can edit out in post-production.”

“And keep for ourselves, sir?”

“Of course.  You catch on fast kid.  I like the way you think.”

It seemed like a long day but when Hassan called a halt it was still only late afternoon, and Eddie said they were losing the light anyway.  The last shot had Hassan sitting on the ground with a bunch of shirtless recruits against a background of bushes, supposedly depicting the captain de-briefing his young Marines after the day’s action 

Angelo said that the picture of the bare-chested Hassan would be enough all on its own to make him sign up – “except I ain’t gonna join the Marines either, sir.  I got all I want right here.”

When they got home, they ran all the raw footage again, and once again Eddie was amazed.  “Kid, you were great, you have a real talent.  You make a prefect assistant.  It was a whole different experience this time with you helping me. 

“And, er, you’ve given me an idea, but I have to run it by Hassan first.  Ah, I think I hear his jeep now.  While I chat with him, you bring in the rest of the gear from the truck and log it in, make sure we didn’t leave anything behind.”

“Okey-dokey, sir.”

<><>    Eddie’s Brilliant Idea    <><>

“Hey, Eddie,” Hassan smiled.  “How’d it go?  From where I was standing you two looked like a professional team.”

“Well, one professional and one amateur, sir.  But I gotta say the amateur was terrific – we were the kind of team where you don’t have to talk much, it’s as if Angelo read my mind and anticipated what I needed next.  I actually let him get some of the close-up shots with my second camera, and they look great.  You’ll see when we edit the raw footage and you help us select the shots you want.

“That’s great news, kiddo.  He’s a smart kid.”  There was a long pause as Eddie hesitated.  Hassan smiled. “But?  I hear a but coming.”

“Not a but, sir, an and.”  It came out in a rush. “And I want him to be my assistant on the Grady movie also, sir.  The Director of Photograph has been saying for some time that I should have an assistant, but he hasn’t come up with any candidate yet.  I think he would approve of my choice”

Hassan laughed. “I think it’s a great idea. I wondered how long it would take you to realize that.”

“I had the idea some time ago but I wanted to see how Angelo performed under real-time pressure on the job – shooting your video.”

“And he passed the test with flying colors, I gather.  So why the hesitation?”

“Well, sir, it’s the Grady thing.  I couldn’t have him working on the movie and not knowing Grady was a friend of ours, of the tribe.  But that means clearing it with Mario, and I was wondering if you would speak to him about it.”

“I understand, dude, but I won’t speak to Mario.  You will.  Angelo is your boy, it’s your idea so this is your job.  It’s part of growing up, kiddo, taking on the responsibility of nurturing your own boy.  You’ve made all the right decisions so far, and I’m proud of you.  Mario’s a great guy and I’m sure he’d be sympathetic.  You should call him right now.”

“Thanks for the advice, sir, you’re right, it is my job. But would you stay here while I call him?”

Mario answered right away and Eddie explained the situation, a little too fast, but he got all the points across. 

“Eddie, I was rather expecting your call.  Grady and I have, of course, been hearing all about Angelo.  As you know, our boy Brian collects every scrap of gossip and relays it to Grady.  We’ve been hearing only good things about him, and I’ve been looking forward to speaking Italian with him.  I hear he comes from Tuscany, like me.

“Actually, Grady had mentioned to me that the DP said you should have an assistant, but Grady was nervous about bringing in an ‘outsider’, as he calls it.  It would be uncomfortable for him to talk to you as buddies, as he does, then speak more formally and carefully to a new assistant.  Bringing in your boy Angelo would solve everything.

“Of course,” Mario continued, “we’ve faced this issue before – every time a new boy joins the tribe.  So you know I have to have a little chat with your boy, to make sure Grady’s privacy will be protected.  I can see that everything is on hold until I do, so could you do this for me, Eddie?  Bring Angelo up here right away so I can talk to him and get everything resolved, with my seal of approval.”

“Absolutely, sir.  Thank you so much.  We’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

Hassan hugged him.  “Well done, kid, just right.  So off you go.  Good luck.”

Eddie went down to his studio where Angelo was restoring all the gear to its proper place.  “Are we going to start editing now, sir?”

“Not quite yet, Angelo.  There’s something we have to do first, something I’ve been putting off.  You’ve heard me mention a guy named Mario.”

“The Italian guy who lives in a big house, who the other boys say looks a bit like me?”

“That’s the one.  I want you to meet him.  It won’t take long, just a short drive to his house.”

<><>    Another Fantasy Comes To Life    <><>

Angelo was puzzled, but trusted Eddie completely.  As they drove up into the hills he had many questions swirling in his mind, but refrained from asking them.  He became a bit nervous as they approached an imposing set of high gates and Eddy reached out and pressed the intercom.  

“Hey Eddie, hi Angelo,” an excited voice said.  “I’ll open the gate, Eddie, and the gates at the end of the road.”  The gates swung silently open and Eddie drove along the private road with high, dense hedges on either side.  “That was Brian,” Eddie said.  “You’ll like him.”

The second set of gates swung open as they approached, and when they drove inside Angelo saw a boy in a wheelchair racing toward them.  “Hi, guys.  Great to meet you, Angelo, we’ve been hearing so much about you.  It’s true, you really do look a bit like Mario, with those long dark eyelashes.   He’s sitting under the tree by the pool waiting for you. He’ll probably call you bambino, as he does me and practically anyone under twenty.”

Angelo looked around in disbelief.  “This place is so beautiful.”

“We like to think so, dude.  So big you could get lost, so follow me.” 

Brian led them to the pool and Angelo saw a handsome man smartly dressed in loose beige lounger pants and an open white linen shirt that gave a glimpse of his fine body underneath.  He stood up as they approached and smiled, “Eddie, so seldom we see you these days, you’re always working so hard.  And how is that handsome Marine of yours?”

“Sexy as ever, Mario.  We just got back from shooting one of his recruitment videos.  Allow me to introduce my new friend Angelo.” 

Mario’s dark Mediterranean features broke into a dazzling smile and he shook Angelo’s hand warmly.   “Ciao, bambino.”

“Buona sera, Signore,” Angelo said shyly.

“I am eager to relax and speak Italian with you amico, it sometimes gets tiring grappling with my fractured English.  But, good manners insist that we speak English when others are present.  Please everyone, join me in a bottle of wine, a fine Chianti from the hills of Tuscany to celebrate the new friendship of two Tuscans.”

They all sat down and Brian drew his wheelchair up to the table.  (Mario had suggested he not be left alone with Angelo for fear of their chat seeming like an inquisition.)  Mario poured four glasses of wine and smiled, “Where are you from in Tuscany, Angelo?”

“A village called Suvereto”

“Non e vero,” Mario laughed merrily.  “Such a beautiful village, and my family’s farm is only ten kilometers from there.  We were neighbors, yet we have to come six thousand miles to meet each other.  Well now we have met, I hope we shall be close friends.  You were a hotel waiter in San Diego, I hear.  You must have made a lot of friends there.”

“Not really, sir.  I was kind of a loner.  Like I told Eddie, my friends were the movies.  I spent most of my free time in my room watching movies, mostly action movies.”

“Really.  What were your favorites?”

“That’s easy, sir.  Those Tarzan movies.  The star, Grady, is my favorite actor, and did you know he’s now making a new movie about a lifeguard captain?  Can’t wait for that to be released.” 

Mario’s warm, smiling face encouraged Angelo to be more talkative.  “I probably shouldn’t tell you this, sir, but I watched those Tarzan movies over and over, and ... well, I used to jerk off watching Grady.”

Mario smiled. “Really?  And did your friends join you?”

“Oh no, sir, they spent most of their time watching sports.  They probably don’t even know who Grady is.”

“But if you move in with Eddie, will you tell them all about your life here?”

“No, sir.  I have no reason ever to speak to them again.”  He giggled. “Last night at dinner with all those handsome men and boys I said to Eddie, why would I ever look anywhere else when there are so may sexy guys here.  It’s like its own little world, a kind of fantasy.  Anyway ...” he lowered his voice ... “I think I’ve fallen in love with Eddie. I would do whatever he asked me to.”

Brian made eye signals to Eddie to leave the table and they quietly went some distance away.  “Do you think it’s working, Brian?” Eddie asked. 

“Sounds like it to me.  Angelo gave all the answers Mario likes to hear.  Listen, they’re speaking Italian now.”  Their conversation became more spirited as they relaxed in their native tongue, with peals of laughter as they became more intimate.  Then, while Angelo was talking, Mario looked over and nodded to Brian.

“That’s it, Eddie, that’s the signal.  Mario’s satisfied, everything’s fine.  I gotta go.”  Brian wheeled himself quickly to the house and Eddie rejoined the two Italians.  Mario became more serious now and reverted to English.

“Now, amico, I have a surprise.  I hope you will forgive us all for keeping a secret from you, but it was necessary, as you’ll see.  Angelo, I want you to meet my lover.”

They stood up and looked toward the house.  Brian came out followed by a figure, barefoot and shirtless in baggy old shorts.  Angelo gasped, his heart raced and he felt he couldn’t breathe.  It couldn’t be.  It couldn’t ...

The stunning man came up to Mario and pulled him into a passionate kiss.  When they separated, Mario said, “Amico, I want you to meet our new friend Angelo.”

Angelo gripped the back of a chair for support and blushed deeply.  “You’re ... you can’t be ... you’re not Grady are you?”

Grady flashed the same smile as the one in the publicity shot that Angelo had jerked off to so often.  “Last time I looked in the mirror I was.  But I’ll be devastated if you don’t believe I’m real.  Come here dude and let me convince you.”  He pulled Angelo into a tight hug and kissed him.  Angelo felt that beautiful body press against him and his legs turned to jelly.  He swayed and Grady said, “Here, sit down and have some more wine.”

They sat at the table and Grady poured the wine.  “Angelo, I have heard so much about you from my boy Brian.  He collects all the tribe gossip and feeds it to me.  He told me you were good looking and it’s true, you are way sexy, with that face and long eyelashes.  You look like a junior version of my man Mario, and I’m crazy in love with him.

“So, I wanna hear all about you, dude.  Do you like to fuck?  I was jealous when I heard how you got butt-fucked by those four gorgeous musclehunks in the hotel.  But I wanna hear it from your own lips.  Cute lips by the way.”

Grady focused all his attention on Angelo, as if he were the most important boy in the world.  He grabbed the boy’s hand.  “Is it true?  I hear you’re gonna be Eddie’s assistant on my movie, I can’t wait to start working with you.  Don’t worry, I’ll square it with the studio, they do pretty much whatever I ask.”

Grady hugged him again. “Kiddo, we are gonna have so much fun ...”

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TO BE CONTINUED IN “A Trial Of Strength – Book 13: Chapter 50</