A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 553 by Rob Williams
Chapter 553 – "BIG BOSS RANDY MEETS HIS MATCH"
IN THIS CHAPTER
Horny, macho jocks Darius and Pablo, take out their pent-up lust on their boys, Ryan and Tyler. Construction boss Randy ignores his injured arm and insists on going back to work – until a tongue-lashing from Uncle Mike tames the big gypsy. Randy later rewards the courage of freckle-faced boy Will with a sexy gym workout, then makes a thrilling offer to the shy, once-lonely young kid.
<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>
The dust was starting to settle on the drama that had rocked the tribe.
When delivering the usual boxed lunches to the construction site, young chef Will had surprised three thugs stealing equipment from the site. They tried to silence him but he yelled for help and boss Randy came roaring out and thrashed two of them. But the third hit him with a tire iron and stunned him, so Will kept him at bay by wielding a plank until Randy's foreman Darius rushed out and finished the guy off.
Will was largely unhurt but badly shaken emotionally. But his resulting anxiety and paranoia were healed by his stepdad Seth in a graphic sex act that made him face and conquer his fears.
Randy's injury was more serious, and handsome Doctor Chad took him to his hospital. He performed surgery on the fractured forearm, which ended up in a cast and a sling. Randy, predictably, rebelled against the treatment, insisting that he could go right back to work. Chad called him `the patient from hell', but his lover Bob took charge and, with threats and cajoling, calmed him down.
The fighters returned to the tribe's compound as heroes who deserved a reward. The prize for Darius and Will was Darius's man, the macho black leather-master Zack, who submitted to the boys in a stunning spit-roast that had the crowd on its feet cheering wildly.
When Randy was released from hospital he felt a need to combat the impression of a wounded man who had been beaten in a fight. He insisted that "the boss is back," and in front of the whole tribe, reamed the perfect ass of his boy Pablo, despite one arm being in a cast and sling. He boasted, "I could fuck ass with both arms tied behind my back."
Pablo went back to the crowd and sat with his awestruck boy Tyler, while Bob and Randy sat down at a table with Uncle Mike. Will came up with a plate of food. "After all that hospital food I thought you'd like your favorite, sir – sirloin steak." He lowered his voice and added, "I cut it up for you sir, `cos you might not be able to – but I'll never tell."
Randy ruffled the boy's hair. "Thanks, Red – for everything. We make a great team, uh?"
The dinner was a raucous celebration, and after the men and boys had indulged their hearty appetites, they paired off and went to bed to indulge their other hearty appetite – sex. Bob and Randy lay together in bed enjoying the peaceful refuge of their room after the tumult of the past few days. "Mmm, this is what I missed most, buddy," Randy smiled.
"Me too, Randy. You know, after you've satisfied yourself that the sites are operating OK, we should take up Uncle Mike's offer of taking a break with him and Larry in Palm Springs. Some of the other guys might be going too – Mark and Hassan and their boys, and even Mario and Grady if we can ensure Grady's privacy out there."
"Sounds like a plan," Randy mumbled. "But all I want now is to lie here with my arm over you." He tried, but the cast hampered him, and the mood changed. "Damn this fucking cast, I can't even hold you. I swear I'm gonna rip the fucking thing off."
"No need for that, Buddy. All we have to do is change sides so your good arm is next to me." Carefully Bob climbed over to the other side of the bed and nestled against him. "See?" He pulled Randy's good arm over him.
Randy grunted. "What makes you so damn smart anyway, always coming up with a solution?"
"Randy, all we did was change sides, it's not rocket science." He sighed. "I can see this is gonna be a tough couple of weeks."
"Asshole." Randy pressed closer. "Your ass is next, you know."
"Whatever you say, Randy. You're the boss."
========= CHAPTER 553 =========
<><> DARIUS & PABLO – PENT-UP LUST <><>
While the tribe's leaders Bob and Randy fell asleep pressed close against each other, two other couples in the compound were not quite ready for sleep.
The second floor of the main building was a complex of apartments for three couples who were some of the toughest guys of the tribe, commonly known as the `second-floor guys. Two of them were senior boys who had been with the tribe almost since its beginning – Darius and Pablo.
Darius, the boy of the macho black leather-master Zack, was a construction site foreman – notorious for his massive ten-inch dick. The handsome black buck had his own boy, young Thai boy Ryan.
Pablo was `the boss's boy', the adopted son of big boss Randy. He was the muscle-jock mechanic of the construction company and he too had his own boy – the sexy young Tyler who worshipped Pablo.
The reason for their sleeplessness now was that they were all still sexually aroused after the recent fight against a gang of thugs, and the subsequent heroes' welcome celebration. So now Darius and Pablo were eager to work out their pent up sexuality on their boys.
<><> DARIUS & RYAN <><>
Darius had been heroic in the fight and his reward at the subsequent celebration was to spit-roast the dominant Zack, with the help of gutsy young redhead Will.
After that macho spectacle Darius had returned to the dinner table and sat next to his boy Ryan who was glowing with pride. Darius kissed him lovingly and said, "Damn, that really fired me up, kiddo, so you better be ready when we're in bed tonight."
And now here they were, ready for bed. Ryan was already lying on the bed naked, as Darius always preferred. Darius was pacing the room, still loaded with testosterone. Ryan looked up at him in awe, the muscular black stud in his usual black jeans and boots, and a black V-neck T-shirt. (Bob always insisted on shirts at the dinner table.)
"You must be tired, sir," Ryan said, "after the day you've had."
"I should be tired, kiddo," Darius grinned, "after demolishing the last of those shit-for-brains goons, and then butt-fucking my own man Zack as a reward. But I can't settle, I'm too stoked and my body's still tight as a drum. I gotta relax and release all this tension."
"Sir, I think I could help with that if you come to bed."
Darius smiled down at the sexy young Thai boy's eager face. "Yeah, kiddo, maybe you can. After all the rough stuff, what I need is someone soft and gentle to take care of me."
He pulled off his shirt and Ryan gasped as he always did at the sight of his master's bare, muscled torso. He watched mesmerized as Darius bent down, loosened his boots and kicked them off. Barefoot in jeans he went to the bathroom to pee, and came back with a glass of water for the nightstand.
"Sir, could I take your jeans off for you?"
Darius flashed a smile. "You always get off on that, don't you, kid? Sure you can."
Ryan jumped off the bed, knelt on the floor in front of Darius and unbuttoned his jeans. In a series of short tugs he pulled them down, past the massive cock that sprang out and almost hit his face. Darius laughed, grabbed his cock and slapped it lightly against the boy's cheeks.
It was semi-hard and slowly became rigid as Ryan licked it – all ten inches, from the pubes to the head. Without flinching he took the head in his mouth and eased down it almost to its base. Like all the boys, Ryan had taken lessons in cocksucking from his pal Eddie. But even with special solo sessions in how to swallow an oversized rod like Darius's, it took weeks before the inexperienced Thai boy achieved the feat he was performing now.
"Damn, you're good, dude," Darius murmured, looking down at the beautiful, slanted eyes gazing upward at him as he sucked. He ran his hand through Ryan's black hair and pulled his head gently down and back. "Fuck," he moaned, "I could shoot my load down your throat right now, kid. But then I'd be horny again ten minutes later." He pulled his cock out. "I need the full treatment, kiddo."
Ryan stood up. "Whatever you say, sir. I'm your boy – you can tell me to do anything."
"I don't wanna order you around, dude. I've given enough orders for one day – now's the time for making love."
Darius stepped out of his jeans and flopped down naked on the bed. He lay on his back, arms raised, hands clasped behind his head, and treated Ryan to that dazzling white-tooth smile that made the boy go weak. He stared down at the naked black jock and, as so many times before, found it hard to believe that he had been chosen by this magnificent man as his boy."
"You like that, eh, kiddo?"
"I love it, sir. I love you. I'll do anything for you, sir."
"OK, here's the deal. I'm tired, and I'm horny – and I love you, boy. Can you put all that together and come up with something?"
"Definitely, sir." Tyler knelt beside the bed and, beginning at Darius's face, licked his forehead, kissed his eyes, then his cheeks and lips. He licked his neck, sucked in the drops of sweat gathered in the hollow of his throat, then traveled down his body and pressed his face in the deep cleft between his pecs.
The smooth ebony skin felt like velvet under his face. He licked the solid slabs of his pecs, then bit his nipples lightly and heard his man's low, satisfied moan. He moved down and ran his tongue along the ridges of his eight pack abs. The ripped abs were one of the features he found the most sexy in his master, and he almost lost his load. So he quickly moved down and buried his face in the moist, wiry mass of black pubic hair.
Darius pressed his hand on the back of the boy's head and pushed his face down, forcing him to inhale the musky smell of his pubes. Finally he released him and Ryan raised his beautiful face and smiled at Darius. "Are you feeling a bit more relaxed, sir?"
"Floating on a cloud, kiddo. You're real good at this – exactly what I need. Well almost ... there's one last thing I would like you to do ..."
"Anything, sir."
"See, kid. I've had enough fighting and fucking, being the tough top man all day. Now I just wanna lie back and be the opposite. I want you to butt-fuck me, Ryan."
"Really, sir?" This was the last thing the boy expected.
"But not if you don't want to, kid. Like I said, I'm not giving orders."
"Sir, I want to make love to you, and there's no better way than that."
Darius spat in his hand and pushed wet fingers in his own ass. "That's all the lube I need, kid. Now I wanna get my black ass fucked by my beautiful Thai boy."
Ryan recalled doing this to his master once or twice before, and now he eagerly knelt on the bed, pushed one of Darius's legs up high and stared down at his wet ass. But suddenly Ryan lost his hard-on. He blushed and stammered, "Sorry, sir, I ..."
"No problem, dude," Darius smiled, "we'll soon fix that. Just look into my eyes." Ryan gazed into the sparkling green eyes, set in the sculpted, ebony features. "No pressure, kid. I love you and there are lots of ways to make love. You don't have to fuck me if you don't want to."
"But I do, sir, I really do. It's just ..."
"Hey, tell you what. Lean forward and lick my pits."
Darius's elbows were bent, hands behind his head, giving Ryan a clear view of the wiry black hair in his deep armpits. He leant down and licked one, tentatively at first, and then, roused by the pungent taste of the damp hair, he pressed his face in it and breathed in deeply. He did the same on the other side, then raised his face and grinned at Darius.
"Did that do the trick, kid?"
"Definitely sir." His confidence and his erection restored, Ryan braced his hands on his master's chest and felt the muscles of the solid pecs flex under his palms. He also felt his rigid cock pressing against Darius's hairy butt, then sliding smoothly inside. The damp heat of his master's ass made his cock jolt and he almost came, but Darius's deep voice said, "Not yet, kid. I wanna lie back here and watch my beautiful boy make love to my ass."
"So Ryan gave his man just what he wanted. He quickly found his rhythm and his cock took on a life of its own, massaging, caressing, then ploughing his ass. "You're real good at this, kiddo," Darius grinned. "We should do it this way more often – whenever I come home hot and sweaty from work, you give me a drink then I relax and let you work on my ass."
"I would like that, sir." Ryan frowned. "But you will still butt-fuck me, won't you, sir?"
"Duh! Your sweet ass is mine kiddo, and all my ten inches belong inside it. But damn, getting topped by a gorgeous Thai boy is great too. You're bringing me real close, boy."
Darius wrapped his hand round his huge cock. Then he grinned, "I know what turns you on, kid," and his other hand folded around the top half of his ten-inch long cock. His arms and shoulders flexed as he jerked off with a two-hander, one above the other.
He was right – it turned Ryan on like crazy. "Sir, I'm really close. Can I cum, sir?"
"You'll know when you can shoot, kid. Watch this." Both hands pounded his cock, faster and faster until Darius shouted. "Now! Fuck yeah ... now, boy." A plume of semen spurted high in the air from his cock, stream after stream that splashed onto his boy's face and chest above him. Ryan gave a triumphant yell and his own cock erupted deep inside his master's ass.
Darius looked up and laughed merrily at the sight of his boy panting hard with cum running down his face and chest. "Dude, you've never looked sexier than you do right now. Damn, you're a great fuck."
"Do you feel more relaxed now, sir?"
Relaxed and ready for bed, kiddo. With my beautiful boy in my arms."
Ryan pulled out slowly and Darius reached down to the floor for a towel to wipe the jizz from his boy's face and body. Then he opened his arms and Ryan fell into them. He snuggled against him and rested his face on his master's chest. Darius wrapped his arm round him and said, "It's been a helluva wild ride today, and this is the perfect way to end it. You feeling good, kiddo?"
But Ryan was already asleep, with a smile on his face.
<><> PABLO & TYLER <><>
In the apartment next door it was a different scene between a young master and his boy, a scene that highlighted the basic differences between Darius and Pablo.
Darius had been the first boy to join Randy and Bob even before the tribe was born, and Pablo was the second. It was obvious from the start that they would be lovers. Darius had a huge 10-inch cock, and Pablo a flawless bubble butt. As Darius said at the time – "My dick and your ass, a match made in heaven".
Even now, all these years later, they were old buddies who still fucked quite often. But their personalities had diverged. Darius was the confident, freewheeling senior boy, loved by everyone for his sense of humor and compassion, especially by his man Zack, whose supreme macho confidence Darius had inherited.
But Pablo always referred to himself as the `boss's boy', tending to arrogance after he had been adopted by big boss Randy. He prided himself on his fighting skills that he learned from Randy and, as the company's chief mechanic, got into arguments and fights regularly.
On this action-packed day, in the celebration after the fight at the construction site, Darius had light-heartedly spit roasted his man Zack. Now he just wanted to relax with his boy Ryan – to have fun and make love, to renounce his tough-top-man role and offer his ass to his boy.
Pablo, however had been publicly butt-fucked by his man Randy, submitting to Randy's need to prove that, despite his injuries, he was still the tribe's ultimate boss. So now Pablo needed the reverse – to dominate. Just as Randy had needed to reassert his masculinity, so did Pablo now. Also, his pal Darius had emerged from the big fight as the tribe's hero, so Pablo, always competitive, needed to show he could be just as tough.
But despite his tendency to anger and aggression (just like Randy) Pablo loved and protected his boy Tyler, who was shyer than Ryan and idolized his young master. Pablo would never, ever hurt his own boy.
Tyler knew even before they got to their bedroom what Pablo would want, and he was more than willing to provide it. The boy was turned on by Pablo's machismo, and loved to offer his ass to the muscular young mechanic, even when (or especially when) Pablo fucked roughly, copying Randy as always.
So when they went into their bedroom the boy instantly stripped naked and stood before his master. Tyler's cock was already hard, in anticipation of the thing he craved – Pablo's cock inside him.
Pablo, in blue-jeans, boots and a sleeveless denim shirt, grinned down at him. "So, kid, you watched with the rest of the tribe while my dad Randy ploughed my ass. What did you think?"
"You looked way hot, sir, taking everything Randy dished out without even flinching. Even when you submitted to him I knew it was only to help Randy prove he was the boss."
"Smart boy, Tyler. So if you know me so well, kiddo, what do you think I want now?"
"That's easy, sir. You wanna shove your dick in my ass."
Pablo grinned, unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop. Tyler stared wide eyed at the bare-chested young stud. It was the image that turned the boy on most – the shirtless mechanic, in beltless jeans and boots – the way he always worked, usually streaked with grease, his sexy crooked grin on his square-jawed features.
Pablo gave a boy a shove and he fell on his back on the bed, and instinctively pulled his legs back, offering his ass to his master. With that same touch of arrogance that Tyler found so sexy Pablo ripped open his jeans and yanked out his cock. In sex as in all things Pablo copied his dad Randy. Not for them the subtle foreplay of slowly undressing to tease their partner. When they felt the urge to fuck they just ripped open their pants and fucked.
Which is exactly what Pablo did now. He knelt on the bed, spat on his hand and pushed two fingers in Tyler's butt, making him groan with pleasure. He spat on his hand again, lubed his cock, then leaned forward and pinned the boy's wrists to the bed. He grinned, "Turns you on being at the mercy of a big bad mechanic, don't it, boy?"
"Yes please, sir. Are you gonna shove your cock in my ass?"
"Well I sure as hell ain't gonna sing Kumbaya, kid. Just `Kum-in-Your-Ass'" and he laughed at his own joke. His urge was to drive his cock in hard but his protective instincts overcame that urge and he eased in slowly, watching joy spread over his boy's youthful face. Pablo loved Tyler, but part of his pleasure in fucking him was the sense of power it gave him, to dominate a young guy who worshipped him and surrendered his ass willingly.
Tyler himself was in heaven. He lived for moments like this – to prove his devotion to his young master, and to savor the intimacy of Pablo's long shaft penetrating his ass. But that tenderness did not last long. Following the rugged example of caveman Randy, Pablo was soon pounding Tyler's ass, much to the boy's delight.
The rougher Pablo became, the greater Tyler's sensation of being his submissive boy, a role that came naturally to him. He gazed up at the intense, chiseled features, the dark hair whipping round his face as he fucked. He saw the muscles of the mechanic's ripped torso flex hard as the shaft pistoned inside him, and he almost lost his load when he felt Pablo's sweat dripping on his face.
Tyler knew that Pablo would never hurt him, would only give him what he craved. And Pablo knew his boy's limits. So what, from the outside, looked like a savage assault on the helpless young ass, was in fact this couple's ultimate expression of lust and love. It was, as Darius would have said, a match made in heaven – the horny stud always eager to prove his rugged manhood, and his obedient boy who craved the dominance of the handsome young mechanic.
As always, the shadow of Randy hung over everything Pablo did. And now the gypsy boss's sexual magnetism loomed large, specifically his ability to make a man cum without touching himself. Pablo panted, "You ready to do whatever I tell you, boy?"
"Anything, sir."
"Good. `Cos I wanna hear a real submission. I wanna watch my handsome young captive surrender to his master by shooting his load while I pin him down and jackhammer his ass. When I see that, I'll flood your ass with my juice."
Pablo increased the force and speed of his fuck and Tyler felt the ecstasy of pain for the first time. "Aaagh!" he yelled. This was no playact surrender. It was the real thing. He stared up at his master and begged, "Please, sir. I give up, sir. I submit. Please make me cum, sir, I'm begging you. I wanna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... aaagh ..." His body bucked and a long jet of semen spurted from his cock, then another and another in an explosive orgasm."
"That's my boy," Pablo grinned. "So here it comes, kid. I'm gonna unload in your ass. Yeaahh ..." With one last deep thrust his cock erupted and filled Tyler's ass with juice – a lustful display of harmony between a dominant young jock and the boy whose greatest joy was to submit to the man he idolized.
Pablo pulled out gently. "You OK, kiddo? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Only a bit at the end, sir, and I loved it. Sir, that was the best yet. I love you, sir."
"And you're the perfect boy for me, Tyler. We're a great match, ain't we? And now, like it or not, you're gonna sleep with my arms tight around you." Tyler smiled his shy smile. "I like it, sir. I do."
<><> SLEEP AT LAST <><>
And so, in totally different ways, Darius and Pablo had given their boys exactly what they wanted. Darius had shed his macho top-man image and made tender love to Ryan, to the point of lying back and offering his ass to his own boy.
Next door, Pablo, copying his own master Randy as always, had exerted his manhood in a caveman fuck of his boy Tyler, who's big thrill in life was to be dominated by the tough arrogant young mechanic, to the point of surrender.
Now they slept, each boy contentedly wrapped in warm, protective arms of the man he loved.
It was a fitting end to a perilous, action-packed few days. A stillness settled over the once-turbulent compound as the tribe slept – past nightmares replaced by dreams of tomorrow.
<><> A TONGUE-LASHING FROM UNCLE MIKE <><>
Next morning Randy woke early, as he usually did. He often went down to the basement gym to coach one or more of the boys in their workout, before going to work, one of the first to arrive at the construction site.
But this morning Bob was hoping he would sleep in later. "Randy, why are you up so early?"
"Gotta drop by the gym, then get to work." But his confidence in resuming his normal schedule was a contrast to his clumsy efforts to dress himself. With one arm in a cast and sling, using only his good arm he tugged at his jeans, struggled into his usual frayed tank-top and pulled on his boots, but had to leave them unlaced.
Watching him, Bob groaned, "Oh god, here we go again."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Randy, you know what Doc Chad said. You have to be real careful with that arm – it's only just been re-set. You can't possibly go to the gym and work. I was hoping we could take Uncle Mike up on his offer of a week's rest in Palm Springs.
"Not a chance, dude. Guys on the crew have to see me working as usual." He looked at Bob's disapproving face. "OK, OK, I'll cut the gym for now. I'll grab some breakfast instead." He lumbered out the door and Bob gave a resigned sigh. This was going to be tough.
Out on the lawn, the twins and Will had already set up breakfast food on a long table. The only guys there so far were Uncle Mike and his boy Larry, who had helped themselves to food and were sitting at one of the smaller tables.
Randy joined them. "Hey guys, why are you up at crack of dawn? Thought you were on vacation."
"Nah, vacation's over, buddy," Mike said. "We gotta make an early start for home. We were gonna go back straight from the Grady House, but when that rumble started and you were injured I told Larry we should stick around in case we could help. How is the arm, by the way?"
"Ah, good as new, Mike. All that talk about me taking it easy was just a load of bullshit from Doc Chad and Bob. I can work just as well with one arm as two. Hell you saw me yesterday ploughing my boy's ass. If I can fuck that stud I can wield a hammer with the best of them."
Will came up and set a plate of food before him. "I took the liberty of loading up a plate with your favorites, sir – scrambled egg and sausage. Here's a cup, coffee's in the pot right there."
"Thanks a bunch, Red." Randy reached up with his good arm, pushed Will's chef's hat to one side, ruffled his hair, then jammed the hat back on crookedly. Will giggled, pulled his hat straight and went back to the kitchen.
Mike said, "He's chopped the sausage up too. Boy that kid takes good care of you."
"He's the best, Mike – love him to death. And I've gotta come up with a way to thank him for battling those thugs the other day. Awesome performance from a kid like that. Saved my life." Randy shoveled food in his mouth. "Gotta eat and run, guys. Always have to be the first there."
"So you're going back to work?"
"Sure, dude. Like I said, a stupid arm ain't gonna stop me." Seeing Mike's frown, Randy said, "What?"
Mike sighed. "Randy, seems I'm always lecturing you, but someone's gotta do it. Look, I admired you as a fighter, the fight you put up the other day was spectacular. It's one of the things that makes you so sexy – the big macho gypsy. But I wish your brain worked as well as your fists. "Cos right now, boy, you're acting like a damn fool."
"Mike, I don't have to sit here and ..."
"Yes you do, boy, so shut up for a minute and listen to me. You just told me you could a' got seriously injured yesterday, if Will and Darius hadn't rescued you. But you got your arm busted, you got a concussion, and now you're trying to make up for `losing the fight" as you stupidly call it. You're trying to prove your manhood by pretending a broken arm is nothing. For god's sake, boy, cut the butch act. Hell you can't even cut up your own food, your boots are unlaced and your shirt's on back to front.
"Any normal man would accept the praise of the tribe we heard yesterday, accept that you need to rest for a week or so and let others help you, like young Will just did. But you're not any normal man, are you? You're a superman whose wounds heal instantly. You're also a fucking idiot. Acting tough like that is a sign not of strength but insecurity – a guy who's insecure in his own masculinity."
Randy bristled. "I don't have to sit here and listen to this, dude. I've had enough of Bob clucking over me like a mother hen, and I don't ..."
"Oh you've had enough of Bob have you? You know, boy, it's at times like this you really disappoint me, by ignoring the feelings of that gorgeous man. Did you ever stop to think of the trauma he went through, not knowing how bad you'd been injured, thinking he might have lost you? Dammit he spent the night in your hospital room with you, and by all accounts pulled you out of that coma as only he could. And you call that `clucking like a mother hen'. Way to go boy.
"I've watched Bob the last few days hiding his own fears and trying to help you get through this. But you resist him all the way, throwing his kindness back in his face. This is as tough for him as it is for you, but you're so wrapped in your own fucking machismo that you don't even notice.
"He's probably upstairs right now fretting over how he can make you see sense and let yourself heal, without trying to be a tough guy and ending up a shit-for-brains muscle-head instead. Boy, do me a favor and think of Bob for once, instead of your damn self."
Mike could see he had struck a chord by mentioning Bob, and sensed that his resistance was starting to crumble. But Mike knew him well and said, "And if you dare to say, `Fuck you, Mike,' I'll slap you around, boy, I don't care how tough you are."
Randy grinned. "Dude, how did you know that's just what I was gonna say? You're either psychic or you know me too well. OK, old-timer, my lips are sealed. He drew his fingertips across pursed lips and twisted them like a key at the corner, just like the impish young Eddie.
Then he flashed a dazzling smile, his sexy blue eyes twinkling in his dark, handsome features. Mike's anger melted and he murmured, "Fuck you, boy."
"Gotcha," Randy laughed, "I made you say it first." He pumped a fist in the air. "I win."
Mike lost it. Instead of a snappy reply, his craggy face creased in a chuckle and all animosity dissolved as the two men roared with laughter, like father and son sharing a private joke.
Their eyes met and both knew what had happened. Mike had given Randy the tongue-lashing he deserved, using Randy's love for Bob as the bait, and Randy had given in to the older man he revered as a father-figure. Mike glanced at his boy Larry who had followed the whole thing and laughed along with them.
"Er, Mike," Randy said as their laughter subsided, "does that offer still stand for Bob and me to come out to your place in the desert for a few days of lazing in the sun? How about tomorrow? Too soon?"
"You can come as soon as you like, man, provided you bring that gorgeous man of yours too."
"He'll come, even if I have to tie him behind the truck and drag him. Oh ... been there, done that, years ago."
"I don't wanna hear it, boy – too much information. What the hell am I gonna do with you?"
"Lecture me and keep me in line, sir, like you always do."
Mike shrugged. "Well someone has to do it. Might as well be me, you big lug."
<><> FORGIVE ME? <><>
Randy bounced back into the master bedroom, where Bob, after a shower, was emerging from the bathroom naked, toweling his hair. Seeing Randy he wrapped the towel round his waist."
"Why'd you do that, buddy? Nothing I ain't seen before a gazillion times."
"I don't want you to see my hard-on. You might get the crazy idea I get a boner every time I see you. What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were going to work."
"Yeah, well, about that ... I been thinking, and I worked out that maybe you could use a break, maybe go out to the desert, spend some time with Mike and Larry."
"Ah, Mike gave you a dressing down, did he? Good, I knew he could make you see sense."
"How did you know?"
"Randy, you usually charge at things like a bull in a china shop. When I see you pussyfooting round a subject I know someone's got at you."
"Well, you're right, buddy. And, er, Mike said I've been treating you bad ever since the fight – says I threw your kindness back in your face."
Bob smiled. "Randy, it's been a tough couple of days with you ending up in the hospital. With all that tension guys often act irrationally. Sure you've been difficult, but the hell of it is, your macho pigheadedness somehow makes you even more sexy. But let's forget all that and behave like adults from here on. When do you want to go?"
Randy brightened and flashed a smile. "Sooner the better, Mike said. I thought tomorrow. But today I do wanna visit each of the construction sites, talk to the bosses and make sure everything's running smooth. Could you come with me, dude? I can't do it all without you."
He walked up to Bob, put his good left arm round him and pulled him into a long kiss. When at last he pulled back, his eyes were moist. "I'm sorry, dude. They say you always hurt the one you love, and I sure hurt you, the man I love most in the world. Can you forgive me?"
"Don't I always?" Bob smiled. "Ever since I've know you, right since that long-ago day in Motel Room 14, whatever you throw at me I always come back for more. `Cos I'm crazy about you, simple as that. OK, let me have a bite to eat downstairs and we'll start our tour.
<><> THERE'S NOBODY LIKE HIM <><>
Because Randy's right arm was in a sling Bob drove, and they took Randy's truck. They figured it was a bad image for the construction boss to show up in Bob's Mercedes. They went first to the government-contract site Randy managed, where Darius was currently in charge. In the trailer office Darius gave them a progress report and they discussed the construction timeline (boss Randy) and keeping to the budget (money-man Bob).
"I'm glad you're going out to Uncle Mike's, sir. You deserve it. And you can rest assured I'll keep things on track. Anything I can't handle I'll call Zack – and you're only a phone call away."
When they left the office Randy walked through the sight to the applause of the whole crew, knowing the whole story of how Randy had demolished two of the thieves. Randy grinned and watched them get back to work. He saw a young worker, a new hire, banging at a low wall with a sledgehammer. "What you doin' son?"
"This bit of old wall has to come down, sir, so Im demolishing it brick by brick."
"Good lad, but you know there's a quicker way to do it. You just gotta locate the weakest part of the wall, just like in a fight, you go for the opponent's weak spot. See here?" Randy ran a finger across the wall. "You see this layer, how the old mortar has crumbled between the bricks? That's the weak point. Hand me the hammer, I'll show you."
The young worker gave him the sledgehammer, which Randy held in left hand, his good arm. He swung it high in the air, his muscles flexing, and slammed it hard against the weak point of the wall, which shuddered and collapsed, all the bricks cascading down in a heap.
"Wow," the young guy said, "that was amazing, sir. I never knew that. Thank you, sir, I'll remember that next time."
"Good boy," Randy grinned as they bumped fists. There was more applause from the watching crew and Randy shouted, "Guys, I won't be around for a few days, I gotta let this damn arm heal before I rip the fucking cast off. Darius will be in charge till I get back. You're doing a great job, guys. I really appreciate that.
Bob and Darius had watched from the steps of the trailer and Darius grinned, "There's nobody like him, sir. He never ceases to amaze me. Look at the crew. They're crazy about him. They'd work for him for nothing."
"Don't tempt me, kiddo," Bob laughed.
When they were back in the truck Bob said, "Very impressive, Randy. But you proved your point so you can wipe that smug smile off your face. Nah, on second thoughts, smile away. Your arrogance gets my dick hard."
"I can take care of that right now, buddy."
"Down, tiger. Work first."
The visit to Zack's site, the commercial division, was brief. Zack more or less operated on his own, on an equal footing with Randy. That had once created a conflict between the two alpha males but the office manager young Brandon, of all people, had come up with the idea of creating three separate divisions in the company – government, commercial and residential, with Zack in sole charge of the lucrative commercial operations.
When he saw them Zack grinned, "So, Bob, you haven't murdered him yet then?"
"Close, Zack, but as you know he's a tough nut to crack."
"So I recall," Zack chuckled, rubbing his jaw. "But most times I whip his ass."
"Hey, forget I'm here, guys, why don't you?" Randy said. "Maybe you two should go out to the desert and leave me here to run the place."
Joking aside, Bob went over some of the figures with Zack, who reassured them both that the current project, a strip mall, was coming in ahead of time and under budget. Randy pulled him into a man-hug. "Love you, buddy. Hey, maybe when this fucking arm has healed I'll celebrate by whipping your ass, eh?"
"You're on, big guy."
<><> LONELY BY CANDLELIGHT <><>
Their last stop was the residential site where the chief was Seth. He had worked his way quickly up in the company since Randy first hired him, and eventually given him control of if this site. In a complete change from his early days as a hard-drinking day laborer, he had transformed himself into a confident boss, respected by his crew, especially those who knew of his history and admired his resilience.
They briefly went over the progress of the work here and Bob talked money, but soon they got onto the subject of Seth's step-son Will. By now everyone knew their story – how as a conflicted laborer, confused over his own sexuality, Seth had clumsily made sexual advances to the boy. He had treated him so badly that the panicked young redhead had run away and set up home on his own in a small, single apartment.
Later, after Seth had turned his life around and joined the tribe, the father and stepson had reconciled and, over time, had become affectionate, in love, and sexually active. Now, as the three men sat in the trailer office and chatted over beers, Seth opened up to them.
"I'll never forgive myself, guys, for forcing him to leave home and live alone in that tiny apartment. If you've got a moment I'd like to tell you a story. Will was making dinner for me in my house the other day. As you know, he's passionate about cooking and loves to set the table just right and serve it formally, like in a good restaurant.
"While we ate, he told me that when he lived alone in that little studio apartment, he didn't have any friends so he passed the time by indulging his love of cooking. He would cook a complete meal, which wasn't easy on a small two-burner stove. He used to set the little table with a white cloth, flowers in the middle, two candles, wine glasses, napkin, the whole fancy thing.
"And, as there was no one else to eat it, he served himself and ate it alone. He sat there in the silence sipping wine and savoring the gourmet food he had just cooked. There was no one to talk to, but in his mind he dreamed about doing this for others one day, wearing an apron and chef's hat in a fancy setting. But as it was, when he had finished, he would wash and dry the dishes, blow out the candles, fold the tablecloth, and go to bed.
"When he told me about this there was not a trace of self-pity in Will. He smiled at the memory. That's just the way life was and he accepted it – until the happy day when he met your twins. Now he loves living his dream of serving dinner to others on those catering jobs he does for guys' dinner parties. He pulls out all the stops to make it special."
Seth choked up. "But still, guys, when I think of that freckle-faced young kid, blinking behind his owl glasses in the candlelight I ..." He turned his head away so the guys wouldn't see his tears welling up. But Randy and Bob had moist eyes too and there was a long silence as they imagined the sad, lonely little scene..
Finally Bob spoke. "You know, guys. Miguel, as executive chef at the Ritz Carlton, is so impressed by his skills that he's told Will there would always be a job for him as a junior chef in the kitchens there, with prospects for advancement. Doesn't get much fancier than that, but Will is committed to the tribe and loves cooking for us all – apron, chef's hat and all.
Randy wiped the back of his hand across his eyes and spoke at last. "Seth, as I've said before, I still have to thank the kid for his gutsy performance at the fight where, frankly, he possibly saved my life, or at least saved me from serious injury. I have a few things in mind, even a little trip out of town, but I wanted to run it by you first, as his dad."
"Randy, go no further. I'm his dad and we have a great time together. But the last thing I want is to stand in the way of Will having fun with other guys and seeing life. Sometimes I worry about him spending all his time in the same kitchen, so I'd love him to have new experiences. It would make up for all those solitary nights he spent alone, cooking for himself.
"So whatever you suggest to him is fine by me, just so long as he wants it and he doesn't get hurt. And I know you would never let that happen, Randy, you would take good care of him."
Randy impulsively wrapped his good arm round Seth in a tight hug. "You're a great dad to the boy, Seth, and a fine site manager here. I love you, dude."
Bob hugged Seth too and said softly in his ear, "Seth, whatever guilt you feel about the past, let it go. It's water under the bridge, and you've more than made it up to Will. He loves you, buddy, and I've never seen him happier than when he's with you."
Seth smiled into Bob's soft brown eyes. "Thanks for saying that Bob. It means a lot to me."
<><> WILL'S REWARD <><>
"When they got back to the house they went to the kitchen so Bob could talk with the twins about managing things when he and Randy went out of town. "Where's Will, guys?" Randy asked.
"He's on his break, sir," Kyle said. "He usually goes down to the gym for a quick workout."
"Good, I'll catch him there." Bob smiled encouragingly and Randy left the kitchen, changed quickly from jeans to gym-shorts, and went downstairs to the basement gym. He stood just inside the door unseen by Will who was concentrating hard on his routine, grunting loudly on the bench-press.
As he watched, Randy was swept with a wave of affection for the boy, working out all alone, just as he had so often made dinner for himself and eaten all alone in the candlelight. Randy admired courage in a guy, and this was one gutsy kid, he thought.
"Hey Red," he said, walking up to the bench-press. "Need any help?"
"Oh, hello, sir." He dropped the bar heavily in its cradle. "Yes please, sir. I'm finding the going a bit tough."
"Yeah, that's because you're sitting too far forward on the bench. Scoot back a bit, and widen your grip on the bar. Good, now try a couple of reps." Will performed them easily. "Much better, Red," Randy smiled. "Now you got the position right I'm gonna add another five pounds on each end. I'll stand behind you and spot you."
And so it went for the next half hour, with Randy guiding the young redhead and pushing him to greater effort than Will thought possible. The session ended where it had begun – on the bench-press, only this time Randy was astride the bench facing the bar.
Reaching forward to the bar Randy was level with Will's face, and as the boy looked up he could see the boss's huge cock hanging under his shorts. That gave him a hard-on and, panting hard, he dropped the bar in its cradle.
"Good job, kiddo. You're developing quite the ripped young body. Seth Will be proud of you. Er, before I came here I was talking to Seth, telling him I wanted to reward you for your bravery when you came to my rescue the other day. He said I could do anything as long as you liked it." He grinned, "And I think I came up with something you'd like."
Still astride the bench Randy shuffled back so he was over Will's legs. He bent down and, with his one good hand, tugged the boys shorts down past his cock that sprang up rigid as a tentpole. "Now that is something crying out for attention," Randy chuckled.
Will gasped in surprise as Randy bent down and lowered his mouth over his cock. He could hardly believe the sight of the rugged gypsy going down on him, his shaggy black hair falling round his face as it moved rhythmically up and down, Will's cock disappearing in his mouth.
"Sir, he gasped, "that feels so ... it's gonna make me cum, sir."
Randy pulled back and stood up straight. "We can't have that, can we kiddo? I was only lubing your cock, `cos I got other plans. He stepped back, kicked off his sneakers and pushed his gym shorts down with one hand so they dropped to the floor. He resumed his original position standing astride the bench, level with the boy's chest.
Will gasped again, gazing up at the homoerotic sight of the swarthy gypsy towering over him wearing only an old tank-top hanging loosely over his muscular torso, his huge cock swinging between his bare legs. "Sir," he asked weakly. "Are you gonna fuck me, sir?"
"I'd get off on that, Red, but with this damn arm in a sling I'm kinda limited. So here's the next best thing – here's the reward I been promising you." As Will held his breath Randy bent his legs and lowered his ass until it was touching the head of the boy's cock. Randy grinned, "I needed to do some squats in my next workout, and this is the perfect time."
`Aaahh," Will groaned as the boss sat down hard on his cock.
"Don't cum, kid. I wanna enjoy this – riding the cock of the hot young hero who saved me. And I want you to enjoy it too. You feeling OK?"
Will's freckled face broke into an impish smile. "More than OK, sir. This is the best reward ever."
The mind-blowing image of the musclehunk master riding his cock, was even more erotic than the physical sensation of Randy's hot ass driving up and down on his cock, though that was pretty spectacular too.
Will turned his head to look at the scene in the mirror, in the hall of mirrors round the room reflecting to infinity the sexual fantasy of the brawny construction boss, naked except for a ragged tank hanging over his rippling torso.
Only this time Randy was not fighting or slugging or fucking like a caveman. He was riding a boy's cock, his cock. Will might have thought it was just his fantasy, except for the very real sensation in his cock that kept bringing him to the edge of orgasm, which he fought to hold back, to prolong the wild excitement of butt-fucking the boss.
In a daze Will reached up and ran his hands over the sweaty tank, feeling the pecs and abs bulging underneath. Randy grinned, "Go for it, boy. Show me what you got. Show me that gutsy kid who went savage and hammered that thug."
"Yeah!" Will felt power surge through him, just as he did when he went wild and fought like a tiger to protect the wounded boss. He dug his fingers into the shirt and yanked it down, ripping it to shreds that hung down from Randy's shoulders. "Yeah," he howled again, yanking the torn shreds so they fell round his waist, leaving the macho gypsy bare-chested as he rose and fell on the boy's rod.
"I'm gonna bust my load in your ass," Will yelled, arching his back to thrust his cock higher. He pounded his fists on Randy's bare chest, and in his mind he was bashing the thug again ... "I'll fucking kill you," he yelled. "You're finished ... here it comes ... aaagh...!" His cock erupted in the boss's ass as Randy grabbed his own cock and blasted jizz all over the boy's heaving body and face.
As Will panted hard and gazed up at Randy, reality flooded back, his bravado fled ... and his freckled face blushed deeply.
<><> RANDY MAKES AN OFFER <><>
"Dude, you're a killer," Randy grinned. "Wouldn't wanna tangle with you in a dark alley."
"I guess I kind of lost it there, sir."
"Dunno what you lost, kiddo, but you sure found the fighting streak again." He rose off Will's cock, walked over to the small fridge in the corner and brought back two beers. Master and boy sat astride the bench facing each other, Will put on his owl glasses and Randy reached forward and ruffled his hair.
"You're a terrific kid, Red ... and I've got a proposal for you. Like I said, I spoke to Seth and he said all he wants for you is to be happy and excited about your life. OK, so you probably heard that me and Bob, we're going out to Uncle Mike's place in Palm Springs to rest up and let this stupid arm heal. A few other guys might be headed out there too – Mark and Hassan and their boys, even Mario and Grady.
"I talked to Bob and we wanna thank Uncle Mike for all he's done for us. We'd like to treat him and Larry and the other guys to a dinner party in his garden out there. Things are usually way casual in the desert, but I want this dinner to be special, kinda fancy – you know, real good food and wines, table all set up like a fancy restaurant, the works. Bob would get off on that."
"'Course, I'm no good at all that high-class stuff, but I've heard real good things about the dinner parties you've catered for other guys. So, Red, I was wondering if you'd like a trip out there with Bob and me, and do the honors. I guess that means I'm offering you a catering gig, that I'd pay you for of course."
Will's freckled face lit up, his wide eyes blinking fast behind his glasses. "Sir, you don't have to pay me. I'd love to do that for you and the guys. It's what I do best, makes me feel special."
"You are special, Red, and you should know it. Of course I'll pay you – it's what you do for a living so I don't want you to work for free. So can I take that as a yes, you'll come out there with Bob and me?"
"I'll have to check with the twins sir, but if they say it's OK, we got a deal." He held out his hand to shake on it, but Randy pulled him forward and kissed him.
"Should be quite a gathering, kiddo. Never know what those guys will get up to in the desert, specially Mark and Hassan in that little house of Hassan's in the dunes. But your dinner party's gonna be the highlight."
"You better believe it will, sir. I'll see to that."
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TO BE CONTINUED IN "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 554
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