A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 523 By Rob Williams
Chapter 523 – "LABORS OF A LIFEGUARD"
IN THIS CHPTER
After a day at the beach shooting a promo for Grady's new lifeguard movie, Grady and the two boys are joined that night by Jamie's cop Mark and Eddie's Marine Hassan. Eddie has a big new job but tells the soldier, "Sir, being your boy is the best thing I can be." After straddling a surfboard all day Jamie, in his lifeguard shorts, now straddles the washboard abs of the cop lying naked beneath him. "I'm in charge now, officer." ___________________________________________________________________
<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>
"I can't believe all this is happening, guys," young Eddie gushed as he sat between Jamie and Grady in Jamie's truck, with several surfboards loaded in the back.
Jamie was the classic blond California surfer, the lover of the powerful cop Mark. Grady was the drop-dead gorgeous action-star of the wildly popular series of Tarzan movies, and he laughed, "Believe it, kiddo. It's for real. When the studio told me they were giving the Tarzan movies a rest for a while, I thought I would get a rest too. But right away they created this lifeguard movie for me – Hunter's Point is the working title. It's gonna be a franchise – you know, followed by Hunter's Challenge, Hunter's Triumph. That sort of stuff.
"But of course, being a lifeguard captain I have to be a real good surfer. I'm not bad, but when they said I needed a coach, hey, my buddy Jamie here was the obvious choice. The studio agreed, and we've been coming down here often and Jamie has put me through my paces."
"And, ta-da, I got to film you practicing," Eddie grinned.
"Which is why you're here now, dude," Grady said. "Our director sure recognizes talent when he sees it and he loved the footage you showed him. So he suggested you tag along when they decided to shoot an advanced promo for the movie, even before we start principal photography – an early teaser to grab people's interest. We'll have a small crew to get surfing shots but the director wants you to get more intimate shots of interactions between Jamie and me."
"But I still don't get why we're coming to the beach now if the shoot don't start till tomorrow?"
Jamie sighed. "Dude, we already explained that but I guess it went in one ear and out the other – you were too busy talking. They've chosen a beach north of Malibu for the movie's many beach scenes, and that's where we're headed. But like most movies the day starts real early. They want to get dawn shots, then all through the day till sunset."
"Yeah," Grady added, "and it's a two-day shoot. It's an hour's drive from home to that beach location and we didn't wanna have to do it twice in the dark early hours of the morning. The studio wanted to rent a hotel and send me there in a limo as they are real protective of their investment – me.
"But you know me, kiddo. What I want most is privacy and if the studio booked a place, with a limo and all, it would be a beacon for the paparazzi. So they agreed to leave it in the hands of my personal manager Mario – course, they don't know he's also my lover. Though come to think of it, if they did know they would approve, cos when I arrive on set after getting butt-fucked by Mario I've got a ton more energy and perform better. That's all they care about. I also nixed the limo and said Jamie would drive me down there.
"So, Mario knew of this classy hotel in the hills above Malibu that's very discreet and has private bungalows. Mario booked a really cool one with a living room, two bedrooms and a view of the ocean. It's booked in Jamie's name so no one knows it's me coming – and that's the way I want to keep it.
"Of course, there's also plenty of room in the bungalow for your cop Mark, Jamie, if he wants to stay overnight with us. I'm real glad he agreed to do security. Every movie location has an active off-duty police officer to provide uniformed security. He'll be driving down early tomorrow morning but I hope he'll stay with us tomorrow night."
"What about my Marine Hassan, Grady?" Eddie asked. "He said he might show up to watch me work –discreetly of course. He's real proud of me, me being his boy and all. Do you think there'll be room in this bungalow for him to stay the night if he wants too?"
Grady laughed. "Dude, you think I would ever say no to that gorgeous hunk of soldier? Of course he should stay – persuade him he has to."
The bungalow was luxurious and Grady and his two buddies put it to good use, with wild three-way sex that night and even the next morning before setting off for the beach location. The all-day shoot went very well and Eddie, of course, was thrilled being in the thick of the action. He got some great candid shots and the Director of Photography was especially impressed by a shot of Grady laughing as he surfaced in the water after a spill from his surfboard.
"When the shoot wrapped for the day, Grady, Jamie and Eddie met Mark and Hassan who had been watching, and they drove in a small convoy to the bungalow. But there was one more scene to play out. Mark and Hassan had had a nasty face-off during the shoot when Mark, in his role as security officer, would not allow the macho Marine to go down onto the set.
The relationship between the cop and Marine had always been a complex mix of lust and alpha rivalry, which erupted when they got to the bungalow in a fight that quickly morphed into a passionate man-on-man fuck-fest, where the cop and the solider butt-fucked each other in turn, in the bungalow's private garden.
All this was watched by the enthralled Grady and Jamie and filmed by Eddie. Grady gazed in disbelief at the homoerotic scene and grinned, "Makes what we did on the beach look kinda lame, don't ya think guys? Tonight's gonna be one helluva night. I can't wait."
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<><> EDDIE'S BIG NEWS <><>
Standing at the French windows Grady, Jamie and Eddie held their breath as they watched the erotic scene in the garden. The Marine Hassan and the cop Mark, shirtless in uniform pants and boots, lay together in the small garden panting hard after their brief fight that had become so fiercely sexual that the alpha studs had ended up fucking each other in the ass.
Hassan got to his feet, reached down to grab Mark's hand and pulled him up into another passionate embrace. When at last they broke free Hassan pulled on his sleeveless denim shirt and Mark his black cop shirt, and they left the shreds of their ripped T-shirts lying on the ground. Their shirts hung loose over their bare chests as they walked back to the bungalow and the three onlookers nervously waited for what came next.
But they needn't have worried. As the men sauntered in Mark casually asked, "OK, what about that drink you offered?
With relief Grady went to the small bar in the bungalow's living room and flashed his sexiest smile. "Let me guess, Scotch for Mark and bourbon for Hassan, am I right?"
"You know us too well," Hassan grinned.
"Not as well as I thought, though," Grady joked. "We live and learn all the time."
In fact, this sudden flare-up of rivalry and mutual lust was not uncommon for these two men. It echoed right back to the Mid-East war and the desert dungeon where the Arab Hassan had brutally interrogated the blond American soldier. Captor and captive had fallen in love and fucked each other before Mark escaped. Years later Hassan had come to the U.S. to find Mark and they had replayed the dungeon scene in a role reversal, with Hassan the victim in chains.
And in essence these periodic flare-ups were all minor replays of that same homoerotic rivalry, and when their smoldering lust had been satisfied they reverted to two alpha males with a deep-rooted friendship.
When all five guys had drinks they sank back into armchairs, prepared to deconstruct the events of the day on the beach. All except Eddie who stood facing them, shifting restlessly from foot to foot. His eyes shining.
"Hey, kid," Hassan grinned, "You look as if you.er about to explode, like you've got something you're dying to tell us. Is it about your day with the film crew? You seemed to be getting along real well with that camera guy."
"Yes, sir – and ... you ... will ... not ...believe. First of all, he's not just any old camera guy. He's the DP, which stands for the Director of Photography, otherwise known as the cinematographer. He's the one who ..."
Hassan cleared his throat loudly, and Eddie said, "Oh yeah, right, cut to the chase. OK, so the DP and me got along like a house on fire and he really liked the shots I took. He went apeshit for one in particular, when Grady fell off his surfboard and then he surfaced laughing like crazy with water running down that gorgeous face, looking totally sexy. The DP said it was a perfect close-up, just what he wanted to highlight the new Grady as this new character Hunter, `cos in his other movies Tarzan rarely smiled – just grunted and yelled that yell, I guess.
"Anyway, get this, guys, when I talked to the DP afterwards he said he was thinking of using that shot right at the end of the promo – to leave the public longing for more. So – this bit you definitely will not believe – I gave the DP a suggestion. Yup, you heard right, I gave the DP a tip.
"See, I remembered seeing that same Grady look, way back when I first met him at Doc Steve's house. He was swimming underwater in Steve's pool and when he surfaced he smiled that same gorgeous smile and said, "Hi, the name's Grady."
Eddie paused for dramatic effect but Hassan gave him the finger spinning gesture for `wrap it up'. Yeah, OK, so what did I say to the DP? I said ... what about a freeze-frame on that shot at the end, and Grady does a voice-over saying, "Hi, the name's Hunter. See you soon, folks ..."
Eddie got his dramatic pause now, as the guys looked at each other in awed silence. Then Grady said, "Eddie, that is total genius. I can see it now. It'll be the start of the PR campaign, and if that don't get them excited nothing will."
"That's more or less what the DP said ... but wait, there's more. Me and the DP talked a lot after that – and no, guys, I didn't run off at the mouth, I listened while he talked. And this is the really cool bit. He said I had talent and asked if I would like to join his camera crew as a paid intern. I'd be a gofer at first, running errands and stuff, but he said I would learn a shitload of stuff and could work my way up to be a second assistant camera – the low man on the camera crew, under the first assistant camera, the camera operator and the DP."
Suddenly Eddie ran out of words – and the guys cheered. Grady said, "I saw right from the start that he was impressed with you, Eddie, and I was hoping something like this would come up. Congratulations, dude."
"Yeah, but I don't think I can take the job." There was a stunned silence. "See, I'm the house manager at the compound and Bob depends on me. There's no way I would ever disappoint Bob by running out on the job."
"Wait, wait, Eddie," Mark protested. "I know Bob well and he would never ever stand in your way of doing what you've always dreamed of. When we get back you and Hassan should get together with Bob and talk it through. I guarantee he'll be as excited as we are for you."
"And in the meantime," Hassan smiled, "get your cute ass down here on the couch with me and let me show you how proud I am of you."
<><> JUST ONE OF THE GUYS <><>
That piece of news kicked the evening into high gear. Mark and Hassan changed into casual civilian clothes they had brought with them and they all sat around drinking cocktails, rehashing the day's events and predicting tomorrow's action. "The call time is a more civilized eight-am," Grady said, "so we have an extra two hours in bed. Better put that to good use, guys."
"Grady," Mark grinned, "does your mind run on sex all the time?"
"Pretty much, dude. Mario complains that my libido drains him dry, but I can't get enough of that hunky Italian. I have a permanent boner when I'm with him."
"I know how you feel, dude," grinned Eddie, snuggling up to Hassan on the couch. "But if Mario needs a break just give me a call and I'll be right up there."
"Hey, watch it, Junior," Hassan said, with his arm wrapped tight round his boy's shoulder. "You may be this hot studio cameraman but I'm still your man and you better be hot to trot whenever I need you – like right now ..." Hassan leaned over and clamped their mouths together in an open-mouth, tongue-searching kiss.
Jamie laughed, "Hey, you two, get a room."
"Talking of which," Grady said, "we better settle the sleeping arrangements. The bungalow has two bedrooms and it sure looks like one of them has got Hassan and Eddie's name on it. I suspect Mark and Jamie are dying to tear the clothes off each other so they must have the other one. I can shack up on the couch in here."
"No ..." came a chorus of protest. Mark said, "Grady, you are the star of this show and there's no way you're gonna be relegated to the couch."
"Guys," Grady wailed, "you know how I hate that star bullshit. You saw what happens when I show up for work and the crew gathers round like I'm the Second Coming and someone warps a dressing gown round me and carts me off to hair and makeup. From then on I'm in the spotlight, all eyes on me, catering to me, coddling me – smile, Grady' ... one more take, Grady'.
"One word from me and the studio would rent another whole bungalow for me, but I'd much rather be some ordinary guy who shows up at his buddies' house and they let him crash on the couch for the night."
"Dude," Jamie grinned, "you're supposed to be wave surfing, not couch surfing."
"And besides," Mark said, "one thing you will never be, Grady, is `some ordinary guy'. You're stuck with that face and that body – and the stardom. But Jamie and I insist that you sleep with us – not because you're this big superstar but because you're just about the nicest guy a buddy could have."
"Not to mention drop-dead gorgeous," Eddie chimed in.
"Yeah, that too. So you're gonna share our bed even if we have to tie you to it."
Grady's eyes sparkled. "Ah, now you're talking, dude – the lifeguard tied to the bed at the mercy of his surfing coach and the security cop."
"Hell," Jamie chuckled, "there go those fantasy wheels churning again."
Eddie jumped to his feet excitedly. "Hey guys, that gives me a real cool idea – we can make our own `Hunter' movies! In the vault back home I got a shitload of footage on Grady fucking, and we can shoot a whole bunch more. "Picture it ..." Dramatically, Eddie formed his hands into a square and, director style, held them up like a frame.
"I'd be the director and cameraman, and edit it all together into a bunch of movies. Like, say, Hunter & The Cop', Hunter In Chains', `Hunter Takes It Up The Butt' ... the list goes on. They would be the hottest videos in the history of porn. What d'ya say, guys?"
Amid a gale of laughter Grady said, "I somehow think my studio would have something to say about that, kiddo. Might kill the real `Hunter' movies stone dead."
"Yeah," Hassan agreed. "I think that's one idea you shouldn't share with your buddy the DP, kid. You'd get your ass fired before you even get hired."
"Ah, you guys always rain on my parade," Eddie pouted, then smiled his cheeky smile and joined in the laughter.
"Damn, I'm hungry," Hassan announced. "Who d'you have to fuck to get a bite to eat around here?"
"You don't have to fuck anyone, Hassan," Jamie grinned. "You just pick up the phone and call room-service."
Eddie beamed, "But you might wanna fuck, if it's that same waiter as yesterday. Gorgeous ... built like a brick shithouse with a yuge shlong hanging down under those tight pants."
"Down, tiger," Jamie laughed and handed round the dinner menus. "Order whatever you like, guys, and I'll make a list and call it in.
After a few more cocktails the doorbell rang and Grady quickly ran into the bedroom so as not to be recognized by the room-service waiter. But they noticed the crack in the door where Grady was peeking to scope out the waiter – the same one as yesterday. He wheeled in the cart and set up the table by the window overlooking the ocean. Jamie signed the bill, adding a generous tip, and the waiter left.
Grady emerged right away and said, "Eddie, you exaggerated again. He was cute but, `built like a brick shithouse'? I think not. You're always trying to lead me astray, kiddo."
"Leading you astray don't take much effort, dude. You'd have jumped his bones except he'd have blown your cover and blabbed all over the hotel that he just fucked Tarzan."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. But now I got a cop and a Marine to keep me in line. What was it again you said about tying me to the bed, officer?"
The banter never stopped and Grady took all the ribbing in stride – just one of the guys.
<><> "THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I CAN BE" <><>
During the meal it was obvious to all that Hassan couldn't keep his eyes or his hands off his boy Eddie. Ever since Eddie's revelation about his success on the movie location and the DP's offer of work, the soldier had seen the boy through new eyes – and couldn't wait to congratulate him properly. So after coffee and a quick brandy Hassan stretched and said, "Don't wanna break up the party, guys, but it's been a long day and Eddie and me are gonna hit the sack."
"Enjoy," Mark smiled. "Take your brandy with you."
In their bedroom Hassan looked around and said, "Damn this place is something else. Must have cost a packet. Is Grady's studio paying for it?"
"They would have, sir, but Grady wanted to keep everything real private – you know how he is about security. So Mario set the whole thing up."
"He really went to town – look at that huge bed."
"I am looking, sir."
Hassan laughed and ruffled his boy's hair. "Yeah, yeah. But before we get to all that I wanna talk to you kiddo." They sat together on the couch, sipping their drinks. Eddie had sat with Hassan like this many times, but somehow this time seemed different. And the reason became clear when Hassan began to speak.
"Eddie, I wanna explain something to you. Up to now, I've always seen you as a fun-loving kid, running off at the mouth with a ready joke about everything. And that's what I loved about you – a perfect antidote to all the macho young Marine recruits at my base putting on their best tough-guy faces. It was the difference between their shouted Sir, yes sir' and your crazy lopsided salute and grinning Aye-aye, sir.' That's what I looked forward to coming home to and you never disappointed."
"And my blow-jobs, sir, don't forget those."
Hassan chuckled. "How could I ever forget those, kid? I was always horny after a day on the base and looked forward to lying back and letting you work your magic on my cock until I filled your mouth with my jizz.
"But I have a confession, Eddie. I never thought much about you having a career, and I should have, as you are my boy. Bob sets the standard on that, always looking to advance the boys in their chosen work, like young Will. Oh, I was proud of how hard you worked as house manager at the compound. You kept the place running like clockwork and Bob always told me what a terrific job you did."
"He did, sir?"
"All the time. But when I bought you that camera it was just because I knew your hobby was filming all the stuff that goes on in the tribe. I should have watched more closely and seen how expert you were becoming. Standing at the top of the beach today and watching you with that DP guy I was afraid you would rattle off the way you do and bore him to death. But what I saw was two guys having an intense conversation about a subject they loved, and you were respectful, and respected by a professional.
"You can imagine how proud I was when we got back here and you announced that you had been offered this intern job on Grady's movie, and all that stuff about the sexy shot you got of Grady and your ingenious suggestion about using it in the promo. Grady called it a stroke of genius, and he wasn't exaggerating.
"What I'm saying, Eddie, is that I've been underestimating you all this time and I'm seeing you in a new light. You're not just a loving, talkative kid who's good at keeping house and an expert little cocksucker. You are all that, but you're also a smart guy with a great future ahead of you. And I have huge respect for you."
Tears filled Eddie's eyes as he gazed at the rugged Arab/Asian face with its square-cut features and deep brown eyes, and he felt a deeper bond of love for the man than ever before. Hassan kissed him and Eddie reveled in this new feeling ... until another thought occurred to him. He pulled away and frowned.
"Sir, thank you for saying all that, but ... well, you say you see me in a new light, but ... like, I'll still be your boy won't I? `Cos I love being your boy. It's the most important thing I can be in life – more important than all that other stuff. I mean, Mark now looks on Jamie as his man, not his boy, and that's great for them, but ... I'm not cut out to be your man, sir ... I still wanna be your boy ... please."
Hassan laughed. "Kiddo, that's never gonna change. Even when you've risen to the top and become some rich and famous cinematographer, you're still gonna come home to your soldier and suck his cock and give your ass to him. You'll always be my boy, kid, and call me sir, even when you have a whole crew that calls you sir.
"Besides, I already have my `man'. You saw what happened between me and Mark when we got back here today. It had been building for a while and climaxed in that explosion of alpha rivalry and lust where we ended fucking each other. What I have with Mark goes real deep, a brotherhood of two macho guys that began in a desert dungeon and erupts now and then in a surge of physical passion, a trial of strength between men.
"But what you and I have is unique too, Eddie. See, we're in love with each other – master and boy – and it'll always be that way – even when you're some big ol' movie hotshot."
Eddie's face broke into that urchin grin that always turned Hassan on. "But I ain't no movie hotshot yet, sir – just a boy with a master – a big ol' horny Marine."
"Who needs get his rocks off," Hassan growled. He threw himself on the bed and lay on his back with his hands linked behind his head. "So what are you waiting for, boy?"
<><> "SIR, YES SIR" <><>
Hassan was now wearing jeans, boots, and an open red plaid shirt. With his arms raised, hands behind his head, the shirt fell back from his muscled chest. Eddie licked his lips and zeroed in on the bulge in his jeans. Hassan smiled as he saw his boy's eyes sparkle – and his bulge grew bigger.
Eddie pulled off his T-shirt, linked his fingers and cracked his knuckles, though that had nothing to do with the imminent blowjob. It was typical Eddie showmanship. He hovered over the sprawled Marine, then bent down and pushed his legs apart on the bed. He knelt between them and grinned at Hassan, a cheeky lopsided grin that almost made the soldier cream his jeans. But he held back in anticipation of the main event.
Eddie bent down and clamped his mouth over the denim stretched over his crotch and breathed hot breath over it, hard enough that Hassan felt a slight warmth on his cock through the rough fabric. Then slowly, deliberately, Eddie jerked the zipper down with his teeth, then buried his mouth in the gap and breathed more hot air over his shorts."
This time Hassan really felt it and moaned, "Quit messing with me, kid, and cut to the chase. You know what I want."
"Sir, I was just trying ..."
"And no dialogue, boy. Shut up and suck."
Eddie loved being ordered to suck dick by a rough Arab soldier, and got to work. He pulled the fly open wide and eased the jeans and shorts down below the balls. He leaned down and licked the balls all over, then sucked them into his mouth, pursed his lips and pulled on the scrotum.
"Aaahh," Hassan sighed. "Fuck yeah, work those fucking nuts, boy."
Keeping his lips pursed Eddie pulled back tight over the balls until they popped out, with a guttural grunt from Hassan. Eddie held the huge rock-hard dick in his fingers and licked the pre-cum oozing from the head. Then he licked the head and, sensing Hassan's impatience, pushed his mouth over the head and sucked in the whole shaft until his face was buried in his wiry black pubes. He breathed in the musky smell of sweat, then pulled back slowly, his lips pursed tight.
He stopped halfway and opened his mouth wide, breathing warm air over the cock until Hassan said, "Suck it, boy." Eddie mumbled something and the expert blowjob got underway.
It was an Eddie classic, using all the tricks of the trade. Occasionally he pulled his mouth off to check on the Marine's reaction and saw the dark, ecstatic face rolling from side to side. It was working. He kicked into high gear, sucking and slurping to the accompaniment of the soldier's deep groans. He reached up and ran his hands over the Marine's solid pecs as Hassan grabbed Eddie's tousled hair and pulled his face faster and faster down to his pubes.
Eddie didn't choke or gag once and Hassan growled, "Fuck, you're good, boy. My fucking cock's on fire. My nuts are gonna burst ... No!" Suddenly he pulled Eddie's head up and clear off his cock that was shuddering on the brink of orgasm.
"Dammit, I want that ass, boy. Get off the bed."
Eagerly Eddie jumped up and stood by the bed awaiting the captain's orders. "Strip naked boy." Eddie complied with lightning speed and stood naked before his master. Hassan got slowly off the bed and faced the boy, staring at him with his dark penetrating eyes. He shrugged off his shirt and let it drop. "On your knees, boy. You know what to do."
"Sir, yes sir." Eddie fell to his knees and began to unlace the soldier's combat boots. He pulled them off one by one, then tugged at his jeans that were already pulled down to his thighs. Hassan stepped out of them and towered over the boy buck naked. Eddie gazed longingly at the stiff rod pointing straight at his face, but Hassan said, "Not this time, boy. Like I said, I want that ass. On the bed."
"Yes, sir." Eddie willingly submitted to the swarthy Marine captain. The mere sound of his deep, husky voice could have made him cum, but he had his orders and obeyed them. He fell on his back on the bed and pulled his legs back, offering his ass to the soldier.
Hassan wrapped his hand round his already-wet cock and stared down at the boy's shining face. He always loved the boy's youthful eagerness to please him, but now he felt an even greater pride in him and a stronger urge to make love to him. He knelt behind his butt, leaned forward and braced his hands on the bed beside his face.
His dark features broke into a smile. "You're the perfect boy for me, Eddie, and always will be. I love you, kiddo. You want me to show you how much?"
"Yes please, sir"
Still smiling down at him Hassan pressed his cock against the soft fur round his ass and pushed it in. Eddie was used to getting a fierce fuck – a `military fuck' as he described it to the other boys – but this time was different. Now there was more love than lust, in a strange way more respect than rigor – and Eddie loved it. He felt closer than ever to Hassan – as if he had graduated from an obedient boy with a master, to a confident young stud with a mentor.
He gazed up at Hassan and ran his hands over his chest, his neck and face as if rediscovering him. And all the time that long shaft moved gently in and out of his ass.
"This is how it's always gonna be, dude," Hassan said. "And when you get home from work at your fancy new job, you're still gonna be my boy and I'm gonna fuck you, and you know why?
"Because my ass belongs to you, sir?"
"Damn straight. Is that what you want, Eddie?"
"More than anything, sir. My ass is yours. Fuck me, sir. Please cum in my ass."
"You got it, kid." Hassan bent down and kissed his boy, while he fucked and Eddie stroked his own cock. It took only a few strokes before Eddie felt the familiar warmth infusing his body and his cock shuddered. He jerked his mouth away from Hassan's lips and howled as semen spurted up high and splashed on the soldier's chest.
"Wow," Hassan grinned, "still the same gusher as always. Now I'm gonna claim your ass, kiddo. Here it comes ... Yeaahh ...!" The naked soldier plunged in one last time and gave Eddie his wish, an assful of hot juice to celebrate one of the most exciting days of his life.
<><> A DREAM JOB <><>
While Eddie curled up in the Marine captain's muscular arms there were smiles out in the living room and Grady said, "Hah, music to my ears. Sounds like those two had a lot to celebrate. Us too, it seems," smiling at Jamie.
When Hassan and Eddie had left them enjoying after-dinner drinks in the living-room Grady, Mark and Jamie had chatted about the day's shoot, in the course of which Mark asked, "So Jamie, in your estimation, do you think the day was successful?"
"Well, the director sure thought so and his is the opinion that counts the most. He said he was real impressed with the way I had trained you, Grady. I told him I realized early on that this was not just a case of teaching a guy how to surf well. It's also my job to make Grady look good. So this movie needed what I call fancy moves – you know, those show-off shots you see in surfing documentaries where professionals strut their stuff.
"It doesn't take all that much – the right wave at the right time, some fancy footwork on the board, and a theatrical lift of the arms and tilt of the head. The director really liked that concept and said it created some great shots today. Edited together they'll make an exciting promo."
"Is that all he said, Jamie?" said Grady, tilting his head quizzically.
"Well, not exactly ... I didn't wanna bring it up, but since you ask ... Actually, he asked me if I would be free to join the crew on all the beach scenes – and there will be a lot. He would like me not only to back up Grady, but the other cast members too who have to surf.
"Also, there will be extras to play regular surfers in the background. Trouble with that is keeping them all in position and ready to ride when he yells `action'. That's not easy in the waves when timing is everything. So he would like me to be what he calls a surfer wrangler, basically in charge of all the guys in the surf – the star, the other actors and the extras."
Mark smiled, "Sounds like he was offering you a job, Jamie."
Jamie blushed slightly and shrugged. "Well yeah, I guess he did actually."
"Did you know anything about this Grady?" Mark asked.
"Well, kind of. The director talked to me a bit and asked my opinion. I said there's no one I'd rather have there than Jamie. My feelings count for a lot – they always wanna keep their star happy."
"But let's not jump the gun," Jamie said. "Don't forget, I already have a job – I'm the tribe's office manager and I could never leave it all to Brandon and Ryan and desert Bob."
"The real point," Mark said, "is how you feel. Would you like to accept the job offer?"
Jamie's blue eyes sparkled. "It's a dream job, sir. You know how surfing has been a major part of my life. I'm never happier than when I'm in the ocean – except when I'm in bed with you," he grinned. "What do you think, sir?"
"Well, from what I hear you've already been spending a lot of time away from the office lately training Grady. Brandon's been like the acting manager there and Pete hinted to me that he's worried his boy is working too hard. I know Brandon loves his work, so does Ryan. So one way or another something has to change – and maybe this is how."
"But I don't see how ..."
"Jamie – obviously the guy to sort all this out is Bob. He's in charge of all that. And as Hassan said to Eddie, Bob is never one to stand in the way of a guy's advancement. He and Randy encourage it. They see it as one of the missions of the tribe, to nurture boys and help them achieve their dreams. Eddie's dream is to become a real cameraman on a major movie. Yours is to turn your sport into a profession and spend all your time on a surfboard."
Jamie said, "Er, one other thing the director said. His son and his pals have started surfing but they're not very good and he's afraid of injury. He says I'd be a perfect coach for them and other young guys like them. I would love to help guys enjoy the sport I love so much."
Mark smiled affectionately. "I see a whole new career shaping up for you, man. You know Bob and I have a real close friendship and I was gonna call him tomorrow anyway. So I'll give him the general outline of what we've been saying and let him take it from there."
Grady was sitting quietly with a satisfied smile like a cat that licked the cream. Mark had a feeling that his part in this was more than just a casual word with the director. "And you, sir," Mark said, "have got to get to bed. Jamie's job is to take care of the star and deliver him to the location at eight-am, raring to go, to seduce the public. And I did say bed and not couch."
"So what are we waiting for?" Jamie grinned.
<><> GRADY SEES DOUBLE <><>
"Well the bed's sure big enough," Mark said as they entered the bedroom. "Damn, you could fit the whole tribe on it."
"Now there's a thought," Grady laughed. "Where's Eddie and his camera when you need it?"
Mark smiled at Jamie. "OK, dude, lead the way." Jamie did what he had done almost every evening ever since he became Mark's boy. He stripped naked and sat on the end of the bed, then lay back, hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back, offering his ass to the police officer when he came home from work."
"I'm impressed," Grady grinned. "You guys have got this routine down to a fine art. But I guess I'm what the French call `de tropp'. I'll give you guys your privacy ..."
"Who needs privacy?" Mark laughed. "Dude, you're one of the family. Stick around."
"Nah, I was gonna call Mario anyway. Whenever I get this horny I think of that gorgeous Italian."
"He's family too," Mark said. "Call him." Grady smiled his mischievous smile, seeing the possibilities. As he watched Mark slowly undress he called Mario from his cell phone and put it on Face Time. "Ciao, amore," came the lilting accented voice as the handsome face flashed on the screen. Are you in the bungalow?"
"We are, and it's a great place, Mario, thanks for setting it up. You miss me?"
"You don't need to ask, amico, of course I miss you. Is Jamie there with you?"
"Not only Jamie but Mark too. And not only that, they're getting ready to make love."
"And you are watching, of course. By the way, our boy Brian is here and he misses you too. In your absence he's been sleeping with me. Matter of fact, Grady, I'm thinking of trading you in for a newer model – Brian. He's my new bedmate."
"What's wrong with keeping both models?" Grady grinned. "The old model still has some mileage on it you know. Put him on." Brian's grinning face came on the screen.
"Hey there kiddo. Dude, do I have gossip for you. Major changes in the works. I'll call you tomorrow morning before we go to the location and we'll have a nice long chat."
"I can't wait, sir. Er, you said you're there with Mark and Jamie? Are they doing their usual thing?"
"Hm, not sure. Something's happening ... watch ..." From then on Grady kept flipping between front and back cameras on the phone.
Mark was standing at the foot of the bed butt-naked staring down at Jamie. "Relax, dude, I wanna tell you something." With a twinge of disappointment Jamie lowered his legs. He sat on the end of the bed and Mark sat beside him.
"Jamie, for a long time now I've thought of you more as my man than my boy. And now that you're gonna have this important new job on Grady's movie, my pride in you has shot up."
"Which means you're not gonna fuck me?" Jamie frowned.
"Don't be stupid, of course I'm gonna fuck you, that'll never change. But I was watching you at the beach today taking charge, sitting astride your surfboard giving out orders. Damn you looked hot, in command, calling the shots. And suddenly I knew what I wanted. This is gonna sound kinda weird ... but I envied the surfboard."
"You what?" Jamie smiled.
"As you sat astride it in those sexy red lifeguard shorts, your strong thighs wrapped round the board, you looked so masterful, so bossy – and that's what I wanted. You are such a fucking jock, Jamie, I want you astride me, calling the shots, controlling the action. Hey, put on those lifeguard shorts you wore at the beach."
Grady said softly into the phone, "You getting all this, guys. It's awesome to watch – we should sell tickets!"
Mark was now lying on his back gazing up at Jamie standing astride him on the bed, just as he had stood commandingly on the beach, wearing the red lifeguard shorts. "Damn, you are one sexy blond lifeguard, dude." Mark ran his hands up Jamie's legs, pushed his fingers under the shorts and dug them into his thighs. He saw the bulge in the jock's red shorts grow bigger and wanted to touch it, but Jamie said sternly, "This is my show now, man. I'm the one calling the shots. Put your hands down."
The cop obeyed the lifeguard's commands and rested his hands on the bed. Jamie bent his knees and slowly lowered himself all the way down until he was sitting on Mark's abs, flexed hard as the surface of a surfboard. Straddling the naked cop Jamie's shorts were now even tighter round his thighs as they had been on the surfboard.
He sat there for a while, his blue eyes staring down defiantly at the cop, then eased back and ground his ass over Mark's cock. The fabric of the shorts rubbing against his cock was driving the cop wild, ever closer to his climax.
Suddenly Jamie straightened up on his knees unlaced his shorts and pushed them down below his ass, exposing the perfect white globes that contrasted with his golden tan. He pressed his bare ass onto the head of the rigid cock and lowered it down the shaft until he was sitting on the cop's pubic hair. "Aaahh" – Mark gave a long, deep groan.
Grady was salivating, and said softly into the phone, "Hey, Brian. Do something for me kiddo. Suck Mario's dick."
"Way ahead of you, sir." Brian's smiling face appeared in the screen poised over Mario's cock and he slid his mouth down over it just as Jamie had slid his ass over Mark's.
Grady was stroking his own cock, watching the dual image of Mark fucking Jamie's ass and Mario fucking Brian's mouth. "This is unreal," he said. "Mario, when I get home you gotta do to me what Mark's doing to Jamie. And while Brian sucks your cock now, imagine how it`ll feel in my ass."
"That's easy, amico, I know how it feels inside you. And you know just what Jamie is feeling."
Grady turned his attention back to the fantasy of the lifeguard and the cop. The muscular blond jock, shorts pushed down to his thighs, was raising and lowering his hips over the naked cop.
Mark stared up in awe at the young lifeguard he had watched on his surfboard, now kneeling astride him and fucking his cock. It was a reversal of the daily event where Jamie lay back and offered his ass to the cop. Now the newly empowered young athlete was on top, riding him, his beautiful ass impaled on his rod.
Grady stroked his cock faster as he watched the cop's shaft driving up between the white mounds of the surfer's ass, then looked down at his phone, at Mario's handsome Italian face rolling in ecstasy as Brian hungrily fed on his cock. Mario groaned, "It feels so good, amico. I can't wait for your ass to be wrapped round my cock like this. Hurry home, amore ..."
Both couples were fast approaching the edge of orgasm and Mark reached up and tweaked the nipples of his fantasy lifeguard riding his cock. "You look magnificent, Jamie – like you're the master. I'm so in love with you, man. I'm real close ... make me shoot inside you, Jamie. Please, make me cum ... please."
Mark arched his back to thrust his cock even deeper inside Jamie, who was stroking his cock in one fist and pumping his other fist triumphantly in the air, like a jubilant surfer riding a massive wave. "OK," he shouted, "here it comes, man. Cum for me ... cum in my ass ... that's an order! Yeaahh ...!" His cock shuddered and shot a long stream of jizz on the cop's heaving chest and up to his neck and face. Mark opened his mouth and gulped down the surfer's semen while his own cock erupted in his ass.
"Fuck ... fuck ..." Grady groaned, turning his attention to the screen where Mario was in the first throes of his climax as Brian pounded his mouth on his cock. "Bambino, I'm cumming in your mouth ... and Grady, in your ass ... soon ... tomorrow ... ti amo ... ti amo."
Grady watched as his lover came in their boy's mouth and Brian pulled out and jerked off all over the Italian's chest. Grady gasped, leapt to his feet, pounded his cock, and shot a long stream of juice that splashed down on Mark's face, with another stream landing on the phone, obscuring Mario's face.
Jamie laughed. "You should be careful about that, dude. Quickest way to ruin a phone."
<><> BOB GETS THE NEWS <><>
Grady said his goodbyes to Mario and Brian with more protestations of love and impatience to be reunited. Jamie was back in charge and ordered Grady to bed. You're gonna sleep with Mark and me ... and I mean sleep ... and I've ordered breakfast for five at six-thirty. You'll have time for your chat with Brian and get to the beach on time at eight, ready to rumble. Get it?"
"Better say yes, Grady," Mark smiled. "When this guy takes charge you have to obey or he'll ream your ass."
"Not that there's anything wrong with that," Grady grinned. But he obeyed, of course. A quick communal shower, then straight to bed, sleeping like a baby between the surfer and the cop.
In the morning they were woken by the doorbell and Jamie leapt out of bed, pulled on his boxers and went to the other room to let the room-service waiter in. Like yesterday, Grady ran to the bedroom door and peaked through the crack.
"Yeah, same one as yesterday. Cute, but how could I top last night? I'll stick with my buddies – a cop, a surfer jock, a big ol' Marine and his handsome camera-boy. And waiting at home for me, a beautiful Italian and our wonderful boy. Talking of which, I promised to call Brian with the latest gossip. He'll never forgive me if I don't spill all the beans to him."
As Mark and Jamie went into the living room they chuckled as they heard Grady doing his best imitation of Eddie. "Brian, you ... will ... not ... believe. Big news about Eddie and Jamie. They're both gonna be bigshots, working on my movie ..."
After breakfast Mark went out into the small garden, called Bob and explained the new developments. "Yeah, buddy, surprise news about Jamie and Eddie. The director of this movie wants Jamie to stay with them all the way through it. Important job, in charge of the surfing action – Grady, the other cast and the extras. In his down time Jamie wants to take on private coaching for young novice surfers.
"As for Eddie, the Director of Photography has offered him a paid intern job as a junior cameraman where he'll learn all about the trade, with prospects of promotion. But I gotta tell you, Bob, both guys were about to turn down the jobs out of loyalty to the tribe and the jobs they're currently doing for you."
"No, Mark, you mustn't let them do that. This is wonderful news, the kind of future we want for all the boys. Randy will be thrilled, and so proud. You must be proud of Jamie too, and Hassan of Eddie. And don't worry about them quitting their current jobs with us. I was thinking of making some changes anyway as they were all working too hard, so you leave that side of it to me. Above all, if they want the jobs, which they clearly do, they have to accept them."
Bob chuckled. "Seems like I'll be busy holding meetings with boys and their men. My first priority is the office, where poor Brandon has been working a ton of overtime. Much of the time, when Jamie's out helping Grady, Brandon has been the acting office manager. Looks like now he'll be getting the promotion he's always wanted. Brandon is Pete's boy so I'll have to talk to Pete first. Mark, this is terrific. And when you get home I wanna hear all the other stuff – you've gotta tell me all the juicy bits."
"I'll do better than that, buddy. I'll show you – a re-enactment. Better go now `cos we're all ready to leave for the beach. Grady said it won't be a long day. The director just wants to get a few more retakes of the surfing action – safety shots they call it, as backup."
"You're getting good at this, Mark. Won't be long before Hollywood hires you away from the police force."
"Nah, you wouldn't love me if I stopped being a cop."
"Dude, I would love you if you were city dog-catcher. Off you go, your world of glamor awaits."
A short while later the men and boys were arriving at the beach where Grady, as he predicted, was once again engulfed by the crew, throwing a dressing gown round him and hauling him off to hair and makeup He winked at Jamie and Eddie. "See, told you."
It was mid-morning when Bob phoned Pete. "Hey, Bob, what's up?"
"Pete, I want to have a talk with you about Brandon."
"Funny, I keep meaning to talk to you on the same subject."
"To tell me you're worried about how hard he's working?"
"How did you guess, Bob? He works such long hours and he's beat when he gets home. What did you wanna tell me? Nothing bad, I hope."
Bob chuckled. "Pete, how could I possibly say anything bad about your boy? Brandon is doing a terrific job – the most loyal and conscientious worker I've ever known. But I too have been worried about his work-load and I blame myself for that. But there's been a new development and things are starting to change for the better. Listen, how would you and Brandon like to have dinner with Randy and me at our house this evening? Just the four of us."
"We'd love that, Bob. You, er, you're sure it'll be good news for Brandon?"
"Nothing but the best for Pete's boy," Bob assured him. "Right, cocktails at seven-thirty. And bring your appetites. Will is doing the cooking."
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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 324
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