Before he came to the house Thomas had been the arrogant
young assistant manager at the luxury hotel where Bob and Randy had dubbed him
‘Golden Boy’. He had flaunted his blond
good looks and exquisitely muscular body, the flawless physique of a former
champion gymnast and the breathtaking bubble butt of a competition
ice-skater. But hidden beneath that ‘top-man’ façade had been the
reality of a boy craving the domination of a man like Randy, a man who
recognized a “fuck-boy” when he saw one and who dazzled the boy with his
magnetic sexuality. When Thomas came to
the tribe Randy took him in and gave him to his boy Pablo as his boy – the
first boy’s boy in the house. Since then Thomas (and his amazing ass) had been willingly
used and abused by most of the masters of the house, most recently by the
Greek-God cop Mark who had pulled him over for dangerous driving – driving while
jerking off – and had meted out his own brand of discipline. He had dragged him behind his motorcycle,
made him suck his dick, then tied him down to his bike and fucked his gorgeous
ass. But this amazing and exhausting day was not over. Thomas had been ordered to the construction
site where Randy, in a towering rage after a fight with two defiant
construction workers, had reverted to full caveman mode and used Thomas’s ass
as a sort of catharsis, pounding it savagely to relieve his own fury and
frustration. When it was over, his anger assuaged, Randy was transformed into
a whole different animal, a loving protective master who held Thomas in his
arms and said, “Hell, your ass has sure
taken a pounding today, first the cop and now the big rough gypsy. But hey, if you’re not too sore, how would
you like to spend the night with Bob and me?
I’ll clear it with Pablo, who’ll probably sleep with Darius anyway, and
I know Bob likes having you in our bed.
What d’ya say, kiddo?” “Really, sir? You
mean it? Of course, of course I will,
sir. Thank you, sir.” ********************************** As soon as everything calmed down on the work-site Darius
drove Thomas back up to the Grady House where they were met by an excited bunch
of boys – Danny, Nate, Brandon, Eddie and Ben.
Young Ben was bursting with the news that his master Jason had arrived
to check out the fire alarms and extinguishers at the house. Jason was the hot and handsome fireman,
featured on the August page of the fireman’s calendar that all the boys had
jerked off over at one time or another.
He was the one member of the tribe who had not yet visited
the Grady House and Ben gushed, “While he was here Grady and Adam showed him
the gym and he offered to help them finish setting it up. Dude, you should have seen those three jocks
… so fucking gorgeous, all of them checking out the new gym equipment. You know how they are when they get
together, real competitive … kinda, challenging each other and all that
stuff. Hotter than hell. “Anyway, Jason’s coming back tomorrow to install the rest of
the fire alarms, then they’re all gonna put the final touches to the gym and
work out together, test the equipment.
Grady says they should do something special to christen the gym. Dude, you gotta be here for that. Not every day you get to see the Aussie and
the fireman take on Tarzan in the gym.” Thomas’s eyes sparkled.
Sure he’d be here – after his night with Randy and Bob. Hell, he thought, this tribe just doesn’t
quit. *************************************
Thomas had dueling fantasies jostling in his mind – the
eager anticipation of spending tonight with Randy and Bob, and the prospect tomorrow
of watching the four muscle-jocks in the gym. In the meantime, Thomas was much more at home in Danny’s
kitchen at the Grady House than he was among the sweaty construction workers at
the work site, though that environment certainly had its attractions as his
sore ass still reminded him. At the
hotel where they had worked Danny had been a lowly waiter while Thomas was an
assistant manager whose expertise was event planning for the many functions
held at the hotel. Now, at the Grady House, their positions were pretty much
reversed. Technically Danny, as the
designated chef and house-keeper, was Thomas’s boss, but he had no intention of
lording it over Thomas, even though Thomas had done just that so disparagingly
to Danny at the hotel. Danny was a
kind, down-to-earth boy (part of his appeal for Grady and Mario) and he treated
Thomas as an equal, with no trace of vindictiveness, encouraging him to call
him ‘dude’ rather than ‘sir’. Despite his youth Danny intuitively knew that to make a
success of his senior position at the house he had to make good use of each of
his helpers’ special skills. Which is
why he said, “Hey Tommy, I’m gonna be real busy here in the kitchen with this
big dinner, and the other boys are setting up the long table by the pool. You know better than anyone how to dress a
table and make it look festive for all these guests coming, so would you do
that for me? “Of course, sir …” Thomas began, until he saw Danny’s raised
eyebrows. “Sorry, dude. Sure thing,
making everything look festive is my forté. Leave
it to me.” Almost the whole tribe had been involved in some way in
working on the house and it had been a busy day, so Mario decreed that they
would all be invited to dinner as a thank you for their efforts, provided the
twins were willing to help Danny in the kitchen, which of course they
were. Things were still a bit ragged
round the edges so it was to be a casual meal, kind of rough and tumble, which
suited everyone just fine. The tribe did
‘rough and tumble’ real well. Even so, when everything was set up the table looked
splendid, thanks to Thomas’s expertise.
Like a banquet fit for a king,” Darius joked, “except the only kings here
are the King of the Jungle and King of the Gypsies.” Randy was impressed when he and Bob arrived. “Hey, real fancy shmancy set-up here. This your doing Tom?” Then he whispered in his ear, “Not just a
pretty face and a gorgeous ass, eh kid? We’ll check those out later.” ********************************* Throughout the high-spirited, raucous gathering Thomas
didn’t say much. He was content to gaze
round the table at this extraordinary gathering of gorgeous men and their boys as
they ate, drank and made merry – very merry.
He especially glanced frequently at Randy and Bob and caught their eye
several times. Bob smiled at him warmly,
and Randy’s grin was more salacious, with a hint of triumph still lingering
after his overpowering fuck at the construction site. Needless to say, Thomas spent the entire meal sporting a
rock-hard boner, and when he stood up, as he did frequently to help serve the
food, the bulge in his shorts was hard to disguise. It was certainly not lost on Randy who
grinned playfully and gave him a surreptitious thumbs-up that made the boy
blush every time. Lively as it was the dinner did not go on too late as most
of the men and boys were tired after working all day and Grady had an early
call next morning at the studio. As the
group started to disperse Bob and Randy hung around talking business with Grady
and Mario, while Thomas hurried to clear the table and help Danny and the twins
tidy the kitchen. Danny, who as usual knew everything that was going on,
glanced out the window at Randy and Bob outside. “Hey, Tommy, I think your ride’s waiting for
you. Why don’t you cut out and go to
them? Never good to keep a man like
Randy waiting. Here, I got something for
you.” Danny pulled from the oven several small individual fruit flans. “The twins here tell me the guys always have
a nightcap before bed, with brandy, coffee and sometimes a little dessert. This is one of my specials – low-fat,
low-sugar as it’s so close to bedtime. You’ll be a big hit if you show up with
these.” He grinned down at Thomas’s
ass. “Not that you need dessert to be a
big hit.” “Thank you, sir,” Thomas said, then bit his lip. “Sorry … er, thanks, dude.” “Better,” Danny grinned.
As Thomas hurried outside the twins smiled at Danny, and Kevin said, “Dude,
you are so good to that guy after the way he used to treat you.” “Ah,” Danny shrugged, “I know what it feels like being the
lowest guy in the pecking order.” “The difference being,” Kyle grinned, “that Tommy enjoys
being lowest man – the lower the better from what we hear. The cop and the gypsy ploughing him all in
one day? He’s turning out to be a
regular butt-boy.” Danny laughed. “I
think he always was. Just never admitted
it, even to himself.” “Until now,” the twins said in unison. ************************************** Even if Thomas had heard that snippet of conversation about
him it would barely have registered because right now he was in a place he
could never have hoped for in his wildest dreams – seated between the two
bosses and founders of the tribe – the rugged gypsy Randy and his more
sophisticated lover, the handsome muscle-god Bob. And he was to spend the night with them! As they drove down the hill in Randy’s truck, Bob and Randy
naturally talked about the Grady House and Grady’s new life there with
Mario. There was still a lot of stuff
to sort out and plan, not least the upcoming series of housewarming parties
Grady would have to give. The initial
one for the tribe was a cinch – those guys more or less brought the party with
them. But the more formal ones for
executives of the movie studio would be a challenge. Bob wanted to bring a nervous Thomas into the conversation
and asked, “Didn’t you do a lot of party planning at the hotel, Tommy? That’ll come in real handy when the time
comes. I liked the way you set up the
table tonight, even though this was a pretty casual meal for the troops.” As Thomas opened up with some of his ideas, Randy glanced at
Bob and one of those frequent waves of love swept over him. Randy was great at fucking the crap out of
guys like Tommy and making them fall in love with him, but Bob was the master
at putting nervous boys at ease with kindness and respect, so they were already
in love with the gorgeous business executive by the time he fucked them. When they reached the house they went straight up to the
master suite and Tommy’s nervousness returned as he watched the men settle into
their late-night routine – Bob started the coffee while Randy poured the
brandy. This was the house’s inner
sanctum, the boss’s lair, and the boy felt a bit like an intruder until Bob
said, “So what you got there, Tommy?” Pleased at being able to contribute something Thomas held
out the box he had brought with him.
“It’s from Danny, sir, one of his special desserts for you … for us …
and he says not to worry ‘cause it’s low-fat and low sugar.” “Hey, Randy, look at this.”
Bob pulled out the fruit flans and Randy said, “Holy shit, Danny-boy is a
gift that keeps on giving. We were crazy
to let Grady and Mario steal him away from us.” “They didn’t steal him,” Bob chuckled. “They offered him a terrific job at the Grady
House that he would have been nuts to turn down. Come on Tommy, here are the plates and
cups. Help me set this table.” There was that Bob touch again, making Thomas feel like one
of the party, even though he was the lowest notch on the totem pole and they
were right at the top. Bob casually
brought the conversation round to Thomas and his past. “I haven’t heard you ever mention your
folks, Tommy. Are they in
California?” Thomas blushed and Bob
added quickly, “Oh sorry, kiddo, clumsy of me.
You don’t have to talk about them if it’s difficult.” “No, sir, I’d like you to know. It was just me and dad and mom until I was
sixteen, then mom left dad and ran off with her trainer at the gym, leaving us
two together.” He blushed again, but
his eyes began to sparkle. “I loved my dad … he was my best friend and we did a
whole lot together. The best times were
when he took me camping and we spent the evenings together snuggled up by the
campfire.” He paused as a wistful look
came to his eyes. “Sir, I … No, sorry, I swore I’d never tell anyone this.” “Tommy,” Bob said gently, “this is me and Randy. You know you can tell us anything.” Thomas looked into the soft brown eyes and made his
decision. It was something he had
bottled up, never dreaming he would ever meet anyone he could confide in. “Thing is, sir, when I say I loved my dad …
I mean … I loved him like a son loves his dad but … it went a bit further than
that. “When we were out camping under the stars and it got cold he
held me tight in his arms and we gazed into the fire and … everything was so
quiet, so still, and I felt so safe. I
looked at him and … and he kissed me on the lips. I didn’t flinch or anything, it all seemed so
natural. Well, one thing led to another
and it ended up with him letting me suck his cock. It was so hard, so beautiful and I felt
happier than I had ever felt in my life.
“After that we went camping a lot and every time we slept
together … well … Oh, he never forced
anything, sir, nothing like that. He was always so gentle and we loved each
other so much …” Tommy’s eyes were
brimming with tears and Bob held his hand. “So where is he now, Tommy?” The boy sighed deeply and swallowed hard to stop the tears
flowing. “He was a foreman on a building
sight, sir and one day there was an accident.
He was always so strict on safety but one day a whole wall of
scaffolding collapsed and he pushed his workers out of the way but he …” Now the tears started too flow – and not only in Thomas.
Randy got up from the table and turned his back on them pretending to pour more
brandy but Bob knew from his hunched shoulders that the big man’s cheeks were
stained with tears too.” “I’m sorry, sir, I shouldn’t have unloaded on you like
that. It’s just that he was so … so beautiful,
so strong, real rugged with his stubbled jaw and long black hair, and tough too
with his workers but they admired him, you could tell. But they didn’t know how gentle he could be,
how loving. Only I knew that. It was like … like he was a mix of you two
guys – I mean, both totally gorgeous but one so … kinda rough, and the other so gentle.” He checked himself thinking he had gone too
far. “Oh, sorry, sirs, I shouldn’t have
said that … I didn’t mean … “Tommy, Tommy, it’s OK, I told you that. So what happened to you?” Bob asked softly. “Well, sir, I was eighteen when he died and suddenly I was
on my own. My dad had encouraged my
career as a gymnast but now I had to earn money so, almost by accident really,
I enrolled in a course of hotel-motel management and I worked hard, ‘cause I
know my dad would have wanted that, and I wound up at the hotel where you met
me. Everything I did was stuff I thought would
have made dad proud of me. “I knew he would have wanted me to be strong but I still
missed him and I was confused, so I guess I went too far trying to please him
and trying to be tough like him, and I became hard and arrogant. The bit I forgot was the gentle side of dad
– that was hard to copy. It was easier
to be tough so that’s what I was – even to guys like Danny who I really liked
deep down but thought I had to dominate. “Thing is, sir, what I really wanted was to be dominated
myself. That comes from wanting my dad …
I wanted to feel his big arms around me.
See,” he hesitated again, “see, I fantasized about him making love to me
and … and fucking me and I think we were even getting close to that when the
accident happened and ….” The boy choked up and took a deep breath. “I was confused and scared so I even went to
confession and told the priest of my feelings for my dad. The priest told me my thoughts were wicked
and sinful, the work of the devil, and I should drive out evil and forget what
I did with dad or I would go to hell …” “Asshole,” Randy growled to himself, still hunched over the
drinks table. “So anyway, when I met you in the hotel room and Randy
worked me over and fucked me so hard, it was almost as if my dad …
I’m sorry sir, I know that sounds like crazy talk, and it is. You must think I’m some kind of weirdo and
…” He stopped in embarrassed confusion. “Sir, I think I better go. Thank you for listening, sir, but I can’t
stay here. I shouldn’t have come.” But as he stood up to leave Bob grabbed his wrist. “Tommy, would you like Randy and me to make
love to you?” ********************************* Tommy’s heart missed a beat. “Sir, I … of course I …” He looked nervously at Randy, still facing
away from them. Suddenly Randy turned
round, pulled Tommy into his arms and held him tight. “How
about these big arms, Tom? Will they
do?” Thomas buried his face into Randy’s shoulder and Randy felt
his wet cheeks against his neck, which made him squeeze even tighter. Randy was not good at sorting out intense
emotional feelings. His feelings were
visceral, straight from the gut, and he never stopped to analyze them. Which explained his sudden bursts of anger
where his impulse was always fists, not thoughts. It also explained why now, as he loosened his
hold on Thomas, they both looked to Bob for guidance. “Tommy,” Bob said gently, “neither Randy nor I can ever take
the place of you dad. Nobody can do
that. But you say that you miss his
roughness and his tenderness. Well,
maybe Randy and I together can supply a little of each of those. If you’ll let us take you to bed.” “Yes please, sir … thank you, sir.” Overwhelmed and embarrassed by having
revealed so many secrets, Thomas took instinctive refuge in action and started
to tidy up the plates and coffee cups on the table. But again Bob held his wrist and said, “Don’t
bother with that, kiddo. The twins will
clear that away when they bring breakfast in the morning. Let us show you what Randy and I do when
we’re brandy’d out and ready for bed, and you follow our lead, OK?” Randy and Bob smiled at each other and held their gaze as
they undressed slowly, pulling off their shirts, then their jeans until they
were gazing at each other naked, their cocks rising to attention. Randy grabbed Bob’s hand and pulled him onto
the bed where they lay on their backs side by side, both smiling up at Thomas. The incredible sight of the two gorgeous muscle-hunks
banished Thomas’s nervousness and he quickly stripped naked. Randy said, “Never forget, Tom, that you’re
a handsome young guy, great body, not to mention the buns of death. So what are you doing standing there? Get your ass down here, boy.” His heart beating wildly Tommy lay down on the bed and found
himself between two hard bodies, both groping him. He was dimly aware of Bob reaching for a jar
of lube before Randy pulled him over on his side to face him. Never one for finesse, Randy clamped a hand
behind the boy’s head and pulled him forward into a rough, grinding kiss. Thomas felt his cheeks chafed by the gypsy’s stubbled jaw,
just as he became aware of the much gentler sensation behind him of a long,
hard rod easing slowly into his ass.
Randy’s mouth clamped over his, so they shared the same breath in and
out, while Bob slid an arm round his waist from behind, holding him in place
while his cock gently massaged his ass. He was trapped between the two handsome lovers – fiercely
kissed by one, tenderly fucked from behind by the other. His groin was pressed against Randy’s and he
felt the wiry mass of his pubic hair as Randy rubbed their hard cocks together,
grinding him hard from the front while Bob increased the pressure from the
rear. Tommy felt he was being fucked by both men at once and he
wrapped his arm round Randy, feeling the muscles rippling in his back as their
chests pressed together. Randy was
kissing him the way his father had kissed him, and Bob was fucking him the way
Tommy imagined it would have been with his dad. How many times had he seen his father in his mind, heard his
gentle words, felt their bodies pressed together as they slept? And how many times later had he masturbated
to that image and then cried himself to sleep? But … but this was not his father. This was not an impossible fantasy that
would never come to life again. This was life! This was real … not the cause of tears but
of joy. And this time the image would
not fade. As he felt one man breathing life into him and
the other making love to his ass, the vision of his father faded and gave way
to the reality of these two glorious men.
He was seized by joy, a wave of happiness that suddenly swept over him. It was all so overpowering that he felt a momentary
irrational panic that it couldn’t be real.
So he held on tight to Randy, digging his fingers into his back, daring
the image to fade, and thrilled when it did not. Suddenly Randy pulled his mouth away and smiled at him. “It’s OK, Tom. I’m real enough, Bob too – and we always
will be.” Tommy was mesmerized by the
pale blue eyes and there was only one thing he could do – had to do. “That’s it, kiddo,” Randy grinned. “Feel that cock grinding against yours? Feel my man’s rod in your ass? ‘Course you do. So what you gonna do about it? I’ll show you. Look into my eyes, boy. Look!”
Tommy stared into the hypnotic blue eyes and saw himself,
saw his future reflected in them. And
most of all he saw a man who was not his father – like him but not him. It was a man who would protect him, dominate
him, love him … a man Tommy already loved.
And there was only one thing he could do. “I love you, sir … I’m gonna cum … I can’t
stop … ah … ah … aaagh!” He felt Bob’s cock erupt deep inside him as his own cock
blasted semen between him and the gypsy’s hard body grinding against him. He was flying free, alive again and when his
breathing subsided and he came back to earth the ground was solid beneath his
feet. It was real, he was real, after living a lie and burying his true self for so
long. ****************************************** “Shower, I think,” said Bob. Randy looked down at Thomas lying dazed on
his back. “Don’t you move, boy. Not a muscle.
We’ll be back.” Thomas obeyed and soon heard the sounds of water flowing and
men laughing as they showered together.
He knew he had been through a sort of catharsis where old demons had
been slain and his path to the future seemed bright. If it wasn’t exactly the Yellow Brick Road it
did feel as if he had stepped from a dull sepia world into the Technicolor
world of Oz. No Munchkins, though, quite
the reverse – two magnificent men who were even now laughing together and
cleaning themselves off preparing for more action with the boy in their bed. He felt confident, protected, though he became tense again
when he heard the water stop flowing and the shower door open. What was he in for now? Could he give these incredible men what they
wanted? He desperately wanted to please
them. Then Randy’s words came back to
him …“Never forget, Tom, that you’re a handsome young guy, great body – not to
mention the buns of death.” He figured
that last feature would be a major factor in how they would treat him. His anxiety quickly dissolved as he saw the men emerge from
the bathroom, both butt naked, their muscular bodies gleaming wet as they
toweled themselves dry. They stood at the foot of the bed staring
down at him and he had never felt more naked or more vulnerable in his life …
and he loved the feeling. The mood had changed and there was a lustful gleam in their
eyes. The time for tears was over –
settled, done. It was time to satisfy
their sexual appetites. They dropped the
towels, Randy went and poured two more glasses of brandy, handed one to Bob and
they drank as they stared down at their prey – two handsome dark-haired
muscle-gods, their huge, semi-hard cocks swinging between their legs. “So what do we do with him now?” Bob asked. “What d’ya mean?
Fuck him, of course. Fuck him
all night if we want to. Turn over, boy,
let’s see that ass.” Tommy obeyed and pushed his ass in the air for inspection,
feeling, not for the first time, like a boy for hire being scrutinized by two
big alpha males who had rented him for the night. He flexed his ass, accentuation the dimples
in the perfect white globes. “Holy shit,” Randy moaned, “look at that fucking ass,
man. And you ask what we’re gonna do
with the kid?!” “Yeah, but which one of us gets to fuck him?” Randy turned to him in mock frustration and sighed, “Buddy,
for a smart guy you’re not that smart are you?
Let me spell it out for you.” He spoke slowly and deliberately, like a teacher to a child. “First, I
fuck his ass … then you fuck his
ass … then I fuck his ass … and so on
and so forth. You get it? We fuck his face, we spit roast him,
whatever the hell we want and … best of all, he has no say in it. You hear that boy? You have no say in the matter. You’re in the masters’ lair. Your ass belongs to the bosses for the whole
night. How’s that grab you? Turn over.” Thomas turned onto his back and his cock was standing
straight up like a flagpole, oozing pre-cum.
Randy knew exactly what the boy wanted and sure knew how to excite
him. “OK, enough with the
bullshit. Let’s get this show on the
fuckin’ road.” He knelt on the bed between the boy’s legs, pushed them in
the air and pressed the head of his cock between his ass cheeks. “Now I know your ass got reamed today, first
by the cop, then by me, and just now by my man here. And I am assuming that it’s still lubed by
his cum inside you. So this is not
exactly a dry fuck, right?” “Whatever you say, sir.” “Fine, so here it comes, kiddo. First of many.” He drove his thick cock in hard and the young
gymnast’s body writhed as he moaned, “Ah … Ah … It feels so good when you fuck
me, sir.” Which was just as well because that was what he got for the
next few hours. He reached up and pressed his hands against the mounds of the
gypsy’s pecs as his superb body rose and fell over him and the long shaft
rammed ever deeper in his ass. Soon he
heard Bob saying, “Hey buddy, he’s mine too, you know. Let me get some of the action here.” “OK,” Randy said grudgingly. “I suppose there’s enough of him to go
round. On your knees boy.” He pulled out just long enough for Tommy to
scramble to his hands and knees, then Randy grabbed his hips and pulled his ass
back onto his cock again, doggy style this time. Tommy groaned and lowered his head in
submission. But not for long. He felt a hand grab his hair and pull his
face up and he found himself staring up at Bob kneeling in front of him. “Open up, Tommy,” Bob grinned. “Obediently his jaw sagged open and he
swallowed Bob’s stiff dick down his throat.
And for the next few minutes he was spit roasted by the two hot lovers
until he lost control and felt his cock spraying cum on the sheet beneath him.” “Never mind,” he heard Bob say. “You can cum as often as you like – it won’t
stop us. We’re in it for the long haul.” Soon Randy said, “You wanna switch buddy?” He pulled his cock out, wiped it clean on
the wet towel he had dropped by the bed and the men traded places. Again Thomas was spit roasted and he eventually
lost count of which man was in his mouth and which in his ass. It was like this for the next few hours. His mind became a blur of sex as his
beautiful body and flawless ass were used over and over again by the two horny
muscle-studs. He was getting plugged on
all fours, then on his back, on his side, being rolled over the bed, being
passed from hand to hand, mouth to mouth and cock to cock. Suddenly he was on
his back on the floor where one man pulled his arms up and pinned them to the
ground while the other fucked him. He
was being used and abused like a piece of meat thrown to ravenous wolves He dimly heard the lecherous voices above him laughing and
trading obscenities has he got serially fucked. “That all you got buddy?” Randy challenged Bob. “He can take more than that. Shit, I opened him up for you real good.” “Yeah, but he’s been
fucked all day. I don’t wanna hurt
him.” “Hell, that’s what he wants, eh boy?” “Yes, sir, please sir,” Tommy said in a daze, as if it was
someone else were replying for him and saying exactly what he felt. For the first time in his life he let himself
go completely, surrendering his body, his ass, his mouth and most of all his
spirit to these two insatiable men. It
wasn’t that they were breaking his spirit – they were breaking him in like a
young colt and it felt incredible. He
shot so many loads he lost count, and as soon as he came his cock was hard
again ready for the next orgasm. It never let up. As
soon as he felt a cock unload in his face or his ass another cock took over so
he felt he was drowning in cum. Muscular arms and legs wrapped round him as he
was passed from one horny muscle-stud to the other. He smelled, tasted their sweat and semen. He swallowed mouthfuls of cum and felt it
trickling out of his ass and down his legs. The boy had a dim impression that this would go on all
night, being used as a sex slave by two horny lovers. But eventually, at long last, it was Randy
who called a halt. Even he, the master
of sexual endurance, was exhausted.
Tommy was kneeling on all fours getting spit roasted for the umpteenth
time, with Randy pounding his ass and Bob his mouth, when he heard Randy ask
Bob, “You got any left, buddy?” “One more and that’s it.
I’m done, man.” “OK, let’s go for it.”
As their cocks pounded toward the final climax Tommy caught sight of
himself in the wall mirror, the homoerotic spectacle of a muscular young jock
on hands and knees, smothered in sperm, the two muscle-gods working on him, one
huge cock jackhammering his ravaged ass and the other ramming his face. It was the sight as much as the feeling that made the boy
release one last load of jizz on the cum-soaked sheet beneath him as Randy
yelled, “OK, buddy, let him have it.” And,
one last time, cum filled his ass and he gulped down warm semen. Then, as the cocks withdrew from his ass and mouth he
collapsed on the bed face down, and the two men stared in awe at the beautiful
body of the young blond athlete jerking with exhaustion in a pool of cum as he
sobbed and moaned from the serial battering he had endured. His face ran with sweat, semen and cum oozed
out of his mouth over his chin, and ran from his ass down his legs. “Now that,” Randy gloated, “is what I call a fuck. You did great, kiddo. Only problem is, it was so good we’re
probably gonna have to do it again soon … over and over again. “That’s not a problem, sir,” Tommy mumbled, his eyes
drooping with fatigue. “I’m yours
whenever you want me.” But before he
could say any more Tommy was overwhelmed with exhaustion. He closed his eyes and fell instantly asleep,
enveloped in strong, protective arms. And for the first time in years he did not dream of his
father, dreams that had always evaporated into sadness and loneliness when he
woke. The men of this night’s dreams
were still there in the morning, right beside him in the living flesh. ****************************************
It was a knock on the door that brought them all groggily to
their senses and they gazed up blearily at the smiling faces of the twins. “Breakfast for three,” Kyle announced
cheerily. As they set down the loaded trays they had brought in Kevin
frowned, “Phew, if you don’t mind my saying so, there is an overpowering smell
of jism in this room.” He pulled the curtains, flung open the windows
and let the sun stream in. “Another
perfect day in paradise, gentlemen. Time
to get up and taste the joys of sunny California.” “Shit,” Randy winced, “you working for the Tourist Board
now, kid? Cut the happy-crappy and pour
the coffee, will ya?” “Actually, sir,” Tommy said, “I should probably go. Danny will be needing me at the Grady
House.” “Listen, kiddo,” Randy said, “I outrank Danny and I say you
stick around for breakfast.” “It’s OK, Tommy,” Bob smiled. “I’ll call Danny and tell him it’s our fault
if you’re late. I’m sure he and the boys
can manage for a while.” Actually, at that moment Danny was conscripting the three
amigos – Eddie, Brandon and Ben – to help him serve breakfast. Mario was there, of course, with Adam and
Nate, who were staying for the week in one of the guest rooms. The architect Lloyd had just arrived to
check out the renovations, and the sexy blond fireman Jason had driven his boy
Ben up here, with the intention of putting the final touches to the gym they
had worked on the day before. It was a lively gathering, though they missed Grady who had
had an early call at the studio. But,
unlike most days, he was due home shortly after noon. Mario explained that Grady had only one
scene to shoot today but it was a complicated scene involving a chimpanzee,
Tarzan’s sidekick Cheetah, and things were always unpredictable where animals
were concerned. “But hopefully things’ll go smoothly and he’ll be back in a
few hours,” Mario said, noticing what seemed like conspiratorial grins between
the three gym jocks, Adam, Lloyd and Jason. “Mario,” Adam said. “We
three guys had something in mind – kind’ve a present for Grady. I mean, he works longer hours than any of us,
with all that tension and responsibility carrying a big movie on his,
admittedly, broad and beautiful shoulders.
Well, when we were helping him set up the gym yesterday we didn’t get
finished, so we thought we’d start early and work on it. The idea is to surprise him with the
completed gym when he gets home.” “Molto gentile,
signori,” Mario smiled. “You guys
are the best.” “Er, there was a Part Two to the surprise,” Jason said, “but
we need your approval for that.” The
four men went into a huddle, with the boys straining to hear, and a smile
spread over Mario’s face. “Fantastico, amici.
I know it is a surprise he will enjoy.” **************************************** However, enjoyment was not on the current agenda for Grady,
who was having a frustrating morning on the set. The scene was not a long one but they were
doing take after take after take. It was
a scene in the jungle where Tarzan is alone, on the alert for a sound to
indicate which way the soldiers he was pursuing had gone. Suddenly his chimpanzee pal Cheetah comes
crashing through the trees, runs up to him and jumps in his arms, chattering
excitedly. He leans into his ear, still chattering, and a smile comes
to Tarzan’s face as if the chimp has told him where the soldiers are. He grabs the chimp’s hand and they lope off
together through the trees. At least,
that was how it was supposed to happen.
It was less than a minute of screen time, but it was already noon and
they were on Take 15. They were using two identical chimps in case one of them got
over-excited and had to be replaced, which happened all the time. Their trainer knew his job and was just
off-screen but they could never get it exactly right. It is said that some actors are leery of
working with children or animals as they always steal the scene and upstage
them. But Grady was so frustrated he
would gladly have given the chimp star billing if he could only get it
right. Both chimps jumped into his arms alright. The tough part was getting either one to
nuzzle his ear. Finally an assistant
director had the bright idea of smearing a glob of peanut butter behind Grady’s
ear, hoping the smell would make the animal lick his ear as if he were talking
to him. And bingo, the next take he
nailed it. The director called for one
more take for safety, more peanut butter was added, the chimp was perfect again
and, “That’s a wrap.” Grady was released for the day and he ran to his dressing
room, still wearing nothing but his loincloth.
He was so anxious to get home to Mario that he didn’t take off his
makeup, just pulled his shorts on over his loincloth, pulled on his sneakers
and ran out to the limo waiting for him. At the Grady House the tension was building as Grady was way
later than expected. But at last
Mario’s phone rang and it was Grady calling from the car. “Sorry, buddy. The damn chimp. On my way.” The house went onto alert.
The well-equipped gym was modeled on the one Jason had at his house – a
kind of indoor-outdoor gym, built on a three-sided patio opening onto the
garden. “Hey, it’s Southern California,”
Grady had said to Mario. “Open-air living
– and pumping iron.” The three gym-jocks, and all the boys, were ready. When they heard the limo pull up at the gate
Mario ran out to meet Grady. Grady was
always anxious for his job not to get in the way of his relationship so he was
full of apologies. “Man, I’m so sorry …
it wasn’t my fault … it was the chimp.” Mario threw his head back and laughed. “Not every day you hear a tardy lover blame his
late arrival on a chimpanzee, but I believe you, amico.” “Here,” Grady said with boyish enthusiasm, “I know you get
off on me in my loincloth so ...” he kicked off his sneakers and dropped his
shorts … “Ta-da!” “Oh,” Mario sighed, gazing at the stunning, near-naked
Tarzan with a loincloth round his slim waist.
It was one of Mario’s favorite fantasies to fuck Tarzan, Grady’s too,
and it would have normally led to homecoming sex, already a Grady House
ritual. But not this time. Mario grabbed Grady’s wrists and said, “Tempting as that is,
amico, I have something to show you.
He pulled him round to the back of the house until he stood facing the
gym. “Surprise!” Grady was looking at the three gorgeous
muscle jocks – Adam, Jason and Lloyd – standing shoulder to shoulder in front
of the perfectly quipped gym, shirtless in gym shorts and sneakers, their
muscles pumped after their exertions moving the equipment. Grady had always had an obsession for
beautiful men and now, as he gazed at three of the best, his cock rose to
attention – and so did the front of his loincloth. “Hey, look at that guys,” Adam shouted. “Woody-Woodpecker!” There was a peal of laughter as the three men walked back
into the gym and showed off the gym equipment, the fruits of their labors, with
exaggerated gestures like game-show hostesses displaying the prizes. Grady grinned, “Holy shit, guys, you did
it. It looks sensational – better than
I expected. Guys, I gotta thank you for
this somehow.” “Oh don’t worry, Tarzan, we got that covered,” said
Lloyd. “We thought a little
gym-christening ceremony, kinda like taking it for a test drive … “With a few extras thrown in,” Jason added. “Yeah, that too,” Lloyd grinned. Grady heard laughter behind him and turned around to see a
row of chairs facing the gym with a bunch of excited boys in them – Danny,
Brandon, Eddie, Ben, Nate, Thomas and the twins. “Hey what is this, an audience? We shooting a workout video or
something? Wait, I get a fee for this kinda stuff. You better speak to my agent. I don’t come cheap.” “Not what I heard, mate,” said Adam in his Australian drawl,
causing more howls of laughter. Grady pointed at Mario in the middle of the row between
Danny and Brandon. “This is all your
fault, buddy – the Italian Mafia. I’ll
fuck you later.” Mario sighed dramatically. “He’s always promising that but
it never happens. But I don’t complain.” “Hey,” Adam said, “fucking Tarzan twice daily ain’t bad work
if you can get it. Come on Grady, take a
look at your new gym.” He came close and admired their hard work, when suddenly
Jason screwed up his nose and said, “Hey, what’s that smell?” He sniffed around Grady’s face, then round
the neck and said, “Look guys, get this … peanut butter! This your new fetish, Grady – having guys
lick peanut butter off you? Hey,
whatever floats your boat, man. Come on
guys, get slurping.” They crowded round him and took turns licking behind his
ear. “Mm, tastes great. This turn you on, buddy? Maybe we should cover your whole perfect
body with it.” They thought they were humiliating Grady but he simply stared
ahead with a smug smile on his face. “When
you’ve had your fill, guys, maybe I should mention that the last guy to lick
that stuff on my neck there was a chimp – Tarzan’s pal Cheetah.” The men recoiled. “Oh,
gross,” howled Jason.” All three
coughed and spat on the ground and Lloyd said, “Uggh, that’s disgusting.” “Too right, mate,” the Aussie said. “I dunno about you blokes but I say we shouldn’t
let the guy get away with pulling a stunt like that. What d’ya say we go straight to Plan B? Let’s get him.” ************************************** As the three jocks manhandled Grady back into the gym he
yelled, “What the fuck? I thought we
were gonna try out the equipment?” “We are,” grinned Adam.
“We’re gonna see how much rough treatment it can take. Over here, guys.” They dragged him over to the bench press and
made him lie on his back on the flat bench.
“OK, Grady, try it out.” Reflexively Grady reached up and grabbed the weight bar as
he had done a thousand times in the gym.
But there the similarity ended.
Jason and Lloyd stood behind his head, grabbed his hands and pressed
them round the bar. “Hey, back off
guys,” Grady shouted, his hands trapped on the bar. But he knew what he was in for when he saw
Adam drop his shorts and the tall, muscular Aussie loomed over him buck naked,
his long cock standing out stiff as a pole. Adam grabbed his feet, pushed his legs up high and held them
up with one hand while he used the other to rip open the back of his loin
cloth. “Always wondered what Tarzan’s
ass looked like under that loincloth.
Hm, not bad. Not bad at
all. Always wondered how it would feel,
too, wrapped round my cock. Guess it’s
time to find out.” The boys had previously placed jars of lube strategically round
the gym in anticipation of the action they hoped would follow, and Adam now
reached out to one and pushed his greasy fingers into Grady’s ass. “Hmm, good and ready, I’d say. Brace yourself ape-man.” It wasn’t exactly the Tarzan yell that echoed round the gym
but it was certainly as loud as Grady felt the Aussie cock drive into his
ass. But the initial burst of pain
quickly subsided into the kind of sex Grady loved best – getting his ass
fucked. He gazed up at the strong,
handsome face and gym-built physique of the powerful Aussie and surrendered his
ass to his pounding shaft. As Adam fucked harder and faster Danny turned and looked anxiously
at Mario next to him and touched his hand. Mario smiled, “It’s OK, Danny, he’s enjoying
every minute of it. Getting butt-fucked
in the gym by three gorgeous jocks like these is one of his fantasies.” Mario was right, judging by Grady’s moans. “Oh yeah, man. Shit that feels good. Yeah, fuck that ass. Let me touch my cock, guys. Let go my hands.” “We’ll let go,” said Jason, but keep your hands on the
bar. We’ll take care of the rest.” Grady obeyed, surrendering to the domination
of his buddies, and watched as Adam flexed and fucked while the other two knelt
on either side of him and took turns sucking his cock. It was a fantasy come true for the muscular
gym-jock and he knew he couldn’t hold back for long. “Guys, you’re driving me crazy … shit that feels good … I gotta cum … I gotta …” “Good onya, mate,” Adam drawled, “and I’ll be right there
with ya. Here it comes, my tribute to
the King of the Jungle. Yeaaah!” He let loose a hot stream of jizz in Grady’s
ass just as Grady howled and his cock erupted in Lloyd’s mouth. Lloyd gulped hard, then yielded to
Jason. As Grady watched the gorgeous
fireman swallow his dick he blasted another load in his mouth. As Jason pulled
back, the last remains of jizz splashed over his rugged square-jawed face. But there was no time to rest. Lloyd was already on his feet, pointing out
that in a real gym workout they moved quickly from one piece of equipment to
the next, and this time was no different.
“No different?” Grady howled. “OK, so it’s different,” Jason grinned. “Hey Lloyd … you’re up next. How about the bike?” Drained as he was after getting a hard butt-fuck and two
blow-jobs Grady’s body was hauled off the bench and thrown over the saddle of
the stationary bike. Instinctively he put
his feet through the pedal straps and pedaled slowly, his sore ass flexing on
the saddle. “Hey, guys,” Lloyd said, “did you hear what Mark did
yesterday when he pulled the new boy over?”
He grinned over at Tommy who sat watching mesmerized. “Fucked him on his bike. That sounds real cool. I think I’ll get me some of that.” The bike was in front of a mirror and Grady watched as Lloyd
lubed up his cock, stood behind him and pulled Grady’s ass back over the
saddle. Then he felt it – the second
cock to enter his ass in as many minutes.
“Shit damn,” Grady groaned.
“OK, stud, you wanna ride ass?
You got it.” He raised his ass
off the saddle, leaned forward over the handlebars and pedaled … faster and
faster. Lloyd had never felt anything
like it. The flawless ass flexed as the
legs pounded, alternately clenching and releasing Lloyd’s cock. Lloyd put his hands on Grady’s shoulders
from behind and braced himself as he fucked, though it felt more like Grady was
fucking his cock with his pulsing ass. There were whoops and hollers from the other two men and all
the boys. “Holy shit,” Adam laughed,
“gives a whole new meaning to the words ‘riding cock’.” Their roars of laughter drowned out Lloyd’s
screams as he could no longer resist the incredible sensation in his cock,
which exploded in Grady’s rippling ass. There was a fierce burst of applause from the audience while
Lloyd pulled back, Jason helped Grady off the bike held him in his arms and
kissed him. While the others regrouped
the two handsome jocks had a private moment of their own. “So, buddy, it’s my turn,” Jason said. “My turn to fuck the spectacular guy from
the underwear billboards and ads. I
used to jerk off over those pictures a lot, and now you’re here. Tell me something though, did you ever see
that picture of me in the fireman’s calendar?” “Did I see it? I used
to love those calendars and when I came to the August page in one of them I
jerked off over it right away. And that
wasn’t the last time either. Jesus that
was a hot picture – and it didn’t even do justice to the guy I’m looking at
now. I, er … I even fantasized about
the fireman shoving his pole in my ass.” “As he is about to do now,” Jason grinned. It was obvious to the audience that something intimate was
going on between the two and Danny and Brandon felt Mario tense between
them. Mario knew Grady’s obsession with
beautiful men and Jason was a spectacular looking man. It was only natural that, at moments like
this, Mario would feel a twinge of insecurity. Danny and Brandon exchanged glances and Brandon whispered in
Mario’s ear. “He loves you, sir. Everyone knows that.” Mario smiled at Brandon and relaxed. “Thank you for saying that, amico. I know it too.” “Hey guys,” Lloyd suddenly shouted “I gotta calculate the tension in those gymnastic
rings over there, see how much weight they can bear. Come on Grady, you’re the one gonna be
hanging from them most often. Get your
ass over here.” Grady reached up and was tall enough to grab the rings with
his feet still on the ground. He raised
his legs slightly and tugged up and down on the ropes to test their
strength. The other men stood back and
gazed at the homoerotic sight of the near-naked Tarzan, his ragged loincloth
clinging to his hips, arms stretched up, muscles rippling as he hung from the
ropes. “Incredible,” Jason sighed.
Grady lowered his feet to the ground and Jason faced him, running his
hands over his flawless physique – shoulders, pecs and abs – in an act of
muscle worship, one gorgeous jock to another.
Then he dropped his shorts and turned to the mirror, the two naked studs
side by side, and Jason spoke to Grady’s reflection. “My buddies here fucked you good, Tarz, your
ass must be real sore. You sure you want
this?” He flexed his muscles. “Sure I’m sure,” Grady grinned. “Shit, look at you, man. I’ve thought about getting fucked by you
ever since I turned the page of that calendar to August.” Jason kissed his lips, then walked round behind him, lubed
his cock and pushed it between the perfect globes of Grady’s ass. “This is no fantasy, buddy. This is real.” Grady gasped as Jason’s rod slid into his
aching ass and he gazed at the reflection of the blond fireman’s chiseled
features over his shoulder. Jason quickly segued from a gentle massage to a steady fuck,
his cock pushing in deeper and deeper, making love to the ass of the man whose
image he had masturbated over so often.
Adam and Lloyd stared in awe at the mirror image of Tarzan
in his shredded loincloth getting fucked by a gorgeous blond jock, his equal in
seductive beauty. They moved round to
face Grady and ran their hands over his body in the same act of worship as
Jason’s. They kissed his face, licked
his neck and chest, then Grady gasped as the big stud Aussie top-man sank to
his knees and sucked Grady’s cock into his mouth. Standing behind the kneeling Adam, Lloyd reached forward and
stroked Grady’s nipples with the backs of his fingers, then twisted them, teasing
them, sending shafts of pleasure through his chest to augment the erotic
feeling in his ass and cock as he got fucked and sucked. Grady’s body was alive with every sexual stimulus a man
could feel. “You guys are incredible,”
he moaned, “hottest gym buddies a guy could have. Make me cum guys … I wanna shoot in your
mouth Adam … I wanna feel Jason’s cum in my ass while Lloyd tortures my tits. Let’s do it guys. I can’t take any more. I gotta cum … you are so fucking hot … oh
shit … I’m gonna cum … I’m gonna cuuum!” Grady poured semen into the Aussie’s mouth as Jason howled
and came in his ass. Adam, stroking his
cock hard, shot a load over Grady’s feet and Lloyd blasted a stream of jizz
above Adam’s head that splashed onto the ridges of Grady’s washboard abs. There was a stunned silence, except for the heavy breathing of
the four gym buddies. Then suddenly the
sound of raucous cheers and applause erupted from the boys who rose in a
standing ovation. The four men grinned
at each other … then collapsed on the floor in tangle of muscular limbs and
triumphant laughter. A hand shot up from
the heap of bodies holding the shredded remains of Tarzan’s loincloth, and an
Australian voice bellowed, “It’s mine!” *************************************
When the group disentangled themselves and they got to their
feet Adam said, “Well that was fucking brilliant, mates, and good onya, Grady,
you’re a champ. But now, guys, I think
we should return Grady to the man he belongs to. He walked over to the spectators, pulled
Mario out of his chair and pressed the torn loincloth in his hands. “This belongs to you, by rights, buddy, and we thank you for
loaning your man to us. You’re both
great sports and terrific guys. But I
assume you and he have things so say to each other.” Mario smiled at Adam, then walked into the
gym where Grady was standing buck naked, covered in cum … and looking
spectacular. Grady folded his arms round his lover and said softly in his
ear, “You OK, buddy? Did we go too
far?” “I’m just fine, amico,” Mario smiled. “It was fun. But … watching those guys fuck you I did get
a bit envious, not to mention horny.” “Hey, we can soon fix that, old buddy. Come here.”
They put their arms round each other, kissed passionately and sank to
their knees. Within seconds Grady was on
his back and Mario was inside him. “Mm,
that feels better,” Grady purred. “Those guys were great, but now I wanna love
and be loved. And there’s only one guy
who can do that. Fuck me, amico. I’m all yours.” And so, in the middle of the new gym, the two beautiful men
made love. No matter how hard they
played with their friends, no matter the lusts they indulged with buddies, one
thing surmounted it all – their love for each other. As Mario rose and fell over his lover the men and boys moved
discretely away and sat by the pool.
After all their boisterous laughter they were quiet now, out of
deference to their hosts who were making love and proving that love takes many
forms and, if it is strong enough, allows many distractions from the outside,
but always remains the inviolable center of their lives. ************************************ Suddenly Jamie appeared round the corner of the house and
grinned, “Hm, judging by the afterglow round this pool, not to mention the
overwhelming smell of jism, it seems I missed all the action round here. Never mind – next time. But right now Bob sent me up here to work with
you, Brandon, on the office setup that you’re gonna manage here. Brandon wheeled himself forward eagerly. He loved Jamie and always got a hard-on when
the hot young surfer appeared. “I’m
glad you came, Jamie, ‘cos I already did a lot of stuff myself but I need you
to check that I got it right.” They
walked toward the house, but Jamie turned back suddenly and said, “Oops, I
almost forgot. Tommy, Pablo asked me
tell you that he wants to see you in his room right away.” Tommy stood up and felt his knees go weak. He walked up to Jamie and said, “Thank you,
sir. To tell you the truth, I … I’m real
nervous, sir. I know what he
wants. He’s gonna punish me for driving
dangerously and nearly wrecking his truck.
I know I deserve it, but …” “Hey, Tommy, listen.
All us boys have been punished by our masters when we got out of
line. I remember how Mark punished me
big time when he caught me using drugs with my surfer buddies. But you gotta remember, your master may be
mad at you but he’s also sworn to protect you, so he’s not gonna hurt you more
than you can take. Hell, you’ve already
spent a night with Pablo’s master Randy, and they don’t come any rougher than
that.” “Thank you, sir. That
makes me feel better.” “Here’s my keys. Take
my truck. I’ll have Brandon give me a
ride home.” Tommy thanked him and as Jamie watched him walk away his
heart went out to him. Jamie had meant
what he said – but he was not altogether sure about Pablo. Randy was a master’s master – he knew exactly
how to treat a misbehaving boy, knew exactly how much the boy could take, knew
how to push him to his limit but not cross the line. But Pablo was a novice. He had the same strain of anger as Randy but
had not yet learned all his skills, his restraint. Feeling worried Jamie pulled out his phone and called
Darius. “Hey, dude, I, er, just sent
Tommy down to the house to get his punishment from Pablo. He deserves it for sure, but … well … you
know … Pablo tries to copy Randy and he has that anger thing, and …” “Hey, Jamie, no sweat.
I know what you’re getting at and I’m glad you called. Don’t worry, dude, I’ll keep an eye on
things, make sure they don’t get out of hand. Thanks for the heads up surfer boy.” Jamie shut off his phone with a grin. Not for the first time he realized what a
great guy Darius really was. **************************************
TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Part 306
