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Subject: “A Trial Of Strength” – Part 560 by Rob Williams A TRIAL OF STRENGTH � PART 560 by Rob Williams Chapter 560 � “MARK & JAMIE � COP, JOCK & TACKLE” IN THIS CHAPTER The cop Mark, and his surfer boy Jamie, take the hot Aussie Nate and his new boys Vic & Noah to a beach shack in the remote dunes. The rugged cop is charmed by the innocence of the young boys. Then, after Mark’s intense talk with Jamie, their muscle-crunching work-out on the beach turns into foreplay, and the athletic young jock ends up stretched on a bench offering his ass to the naked cop. ____________________________________________________________________ IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER The cheerful, happy-go-lucky Nate had taken a strong liking to shy boys Vic and Noah, the newcomers to the tribe. And the boys were entranced by the sexy young Aussie, with his friendly attitude, tanned good looks and ripped physique. In the course of only a few days they had grown more intimate. Nate took the boys to meet his little family � his rugged fellow-Aussie Adam and Adam’s lover the handsome doctor Chad. The boys watched awestruck as the two top-men challenged each other to an arm-wrestling contest, where the loser ended up bound and helpless at the mercy of the victor. Adam and Chad took it for granted that Vic and Noah would become Nate’s boys. So finally Nate asked the big question: “Let’s cut to the chase here, boys. Would you like to join our family?” The boys’ hearts missed a beat. Vic said, “You mean, as your boys, sir?” Nate smiled, “Kind of, but I don’t care for the labels blokes put on things � all this master and boy stuff. Some of the guys here are obvious masters, but that’s not me. Still, I do have a lot more experience than you, so I feel more like a big brother to you guys. We all had a great time in bed together last night but I don’t want our relationship to be based only on sex. We could end up just as fuck buddies, and I want something more than that. “Even after such a short time I know I love you, and I want to guide you through the ups and downs of life. I’d want you to follow my guidance, do what I tell you too, but always feel free to object if it doesn’t feel right. That responsibility makes me feel more like a man, and I hope it doesn’t make you feel subservient in any way. That’s the last thing I want.” The boys beamed and Vic said, “We know what you’re saying, sir, and it sounds just right.” Noah added, “Neither of us ever had a big brother to depend on.” “Well you do now, boys,” Nate grinned, “and I never had a kid brother to look after. So, it sounds like we got ourselves a deal, mates. And here’s my first suggestion. We’ve all just had a pretty wild sexual experience with Adam and Chad, so tonight I’d like us just to sleep together. You know, cuddle and fall asleep, no sex. Could you go for that?” “Yes, sir,” Vic said. “We’d like that a lot,” Noah added. As they lay in bed together Nate said, “Actually, I’ve been making all kinds of plans in my mind, kids � just kicking ideas around. Fr’instance, I really want you to get to know my best buddy Jamie, `cos we go back a long way. “He has a kinda unique relationship with that gorgeous cop Mark. Jamie still calls Mark `sir’ that’ll never change, but by now they’re more like good buddies, not master and boy anymore. “They’re a beautiful couple, way sexy, and they have a beach shack in the dunes up the coast, where Jamie loves to go surfing. It’s where I first met Jamie and Mark years ago.” Nate chuckled. “They were having sex on the beach, and I watched from the dunes. “Who knows, maybe we can take a trip up there. Hey, we could all go together � us three, the cop and the surfer. I know Mark and Jamie would like you � I want us all to be friends.” So Nate put the wheels in motion. Next day he conferred with Mark and Jamie, and it was actually Mark who suggested that Nate and the boys join them on their upcoming trip to the dunes. And Bob, their boss in the business office, readily agreed to giving the boys time off. Next day there was a small crowd to see them off. Mark shook hands with Bob and Randy, the tribe’s leaders. Randy said, “Take care of them big guy. Those kids are precious and Nate’s gonna need all our support. It’s great to see little families form like this. Thanks for taking them with you, they’ll have a blast.” Vic and Noah were surrounded by a small knot of boys, their status in the tribe enhanced by becoming Nate’s boys, as everyone called it, ignoring the nuances of `brothers’, `buddies’ or any other label. `Nate’s boys’ sounded better. Front and center was Eddie of course, with last-minute advice for the boys. “Dudes, I’ve lent Nate one of my cameras so make sure he uses it. It’s only fair that the rest of us get to see all the action at the shack up there. The cop and his surfer are one of the hottest sights in the tribe when they get going � working out, fucking, even just jogging along the beach looking totally macho and gorgeous. And later I wanna interview you for my documentary, so remember everything you see up there � as if you could forget,” he grinned. Finally Mark said, “OK, guys, time to hit the road.” In Mark’s big truck Jamie sat next to him in front, while Nate sat between Noah and Vic behind them. Mark was wearing his black ribbed T-shirt that Jamie found so sexy. Behind them the new boys were tense with excitement and anticipation. Nate spread his arms behind them on the seat and smiled, “Relax, kids, this is where the fun begins. We’re in good hands with Mark and Jamie, two of the sexiest guys you’ll ever see fucking on a beach … and a whole lot more.” ========= CHAPTER 560 ========= SURF’S UP On prior trips up the coast to the shack in the Guadalupe Dunes, there was always a sense of anticipation, but this time it was more highly charged. The cop Mark and his surfer boy Jamie were fervent lovers who had long since become solid buddies, much more than master and boy. But this trip they felt the added responsibility of bringing along Jamie’s long-time buddy Nate and two inexperience young men Vic and Noah. Nate had only just taken the boys under his wing as a big brother, and Mark and Jamie were well aware of the challenges and pit-falls of such a relationship. So they were determined to offer the trio as much support as possible. The cheerful young Aussie Nate felt the challenge even more keenly, along with intense affection for the kids, and the excitement of introducing them to a whole new world and broadening the horizons of their previously secluded lives. As for the boys, they had found their own little slice of heaven, sitting here between the man they idolized, behind his surfer jock buddy, and the blond cop that a lot of the boys in the tribe called, with good reason, `the most beautiful cop in the world’. As they sped north on the coast road, with the sparkling Pacific on the left side and sloping foothills on the right, their excited comments made the other three men see the familiar landscape through new eyes. It occurred to Mark that this might be a learning experience for them all. With Nate’s playful Aussie sense of humor he kept the boys entertained with stories about previous trips, such as the one that was something of a legend in the tribe. Nate said, with a conspiratorial wink at Jamie in the rearview mirror, “Kids, we’re coming up to a very special place that is famous in the tribe.” “Oh,” said Noah, “you mean where Mark pulls off the highway and drives Jamie to a private place where he fucks him on the tailgate of the truck? “Hey, kid,” Nate protested, “you killed my punchline.” “But all the boys in the tribe know the story, sir. You mean it’s not true?” “He’s got you there, Nate,” Mark grinned, amused by Noah’s candid simplicity. “Well,” Nate blustered … “well sure it’s true, mate. I just didn’t know you’d heard it already.” “Oh yes, sir,” Vic said, coming to the support of his friend. “Eddie told us, and lots of other stories too. He said it’s important we know the history of the tribe, so we don’t put our foot in it. But I guess Noah just did.” “No sweat, boys,” Jamie laughed. “That’ll teach Nate not to keep churning out old stories.” Vic soldiered on. “Actually, sir, Eddie said he wants to get that on video as it’s such a legend in the tribe. He’s given Nate one of his cameras to film any hot action that happens. If you wanna pull off the road and do it, sir, Nate could film it for Eddie.” “Thanks for the tip, Noah, but not this trip,” Mark smiled. “It’s a tempting thought to be in the movies but I want to get you guys to the dunes pronto.” Jamie smiled at Mark, who usually had the tough attitude of a cop but had now been so charmed by the boys’ innocence that he was careful not to hurt their feelings. But at last, the turnoff to Guadalupe came in sight and Mark left the freeway and followed the long two-lane road from the village all the way to the dunes. They could hear the waves breaking on the shore as Mark turned off the road and followed a sandy track behind the dunes, coming to a halt behind their shack. Jamie jumped out, opened the rear door and said, “Come on guys. We’ll unload the gear later. I want you to get your first look at the beach. He led them round the side of the shack and the boys gasped at the sight of the long empty beach disappearing into a mist of sea-spray several miles away. “There’s nobody here,” Vic said wide-eyed. “Only us,” Jamie smiled. “That’s the beauty of it. It’s always deserted. Several miles further north there’s a parking lot where the tourists and locals go, but this spot is hard to get to, as you saw, with no parking, no concessions. Our little shack is all there is, apart from a cabin owned by our buddy Zack a few miles down the beach. “Yeah,” Nate said. “The place has quite a history. In the 1930’s and 40’s a ramshackle group of hippy-types called the Dunites � blokes like artists, writers and such � formed a community here, and a few shacks remain.” “Here endeth the history lesson,” said Mark coming up behind them. “These boys are probably more interested in the immediate future � such as unloading the truck.” “OK, sir,” Vic said and the two boys ran back to the truck. “Damn I didn’t mean that as an order to your boys, Nate. I don’t want them to think they have to serve us while we’re up here.” “No worries, sir. I told them that before, but they said they wanted to. I think it’s their way of feeling a useful part of the group. I have to work on their self-esteem, make them realize they’re valued for what they are, not for how well they can serve others. Come on Jamie, let’s give them a hand.” Mark suddenly appreciated the special way a man Like Adam felt having a boy who in turn had his own boy, as most of the other senior men had. Like Bob with the twins and Will � Zack, Darius and Ryan � Randy, Pablo and Tyler � and now Adam, Nate and these kids. He had talked about this with Bob and Randy who wondered when Jamie would get around to finding a boy of his own, an idea that Mark had mixed feelings about, and intended to discuss with Jamie. But his attention was drawn back to the activity behind him as the four guys hauled their gear and supplies into the shack. It was surprisingly roomy inside, with a decent bedroom and large bed. It was, more accurately, a cabin, having been upgraded over the years since the primitive days of the Dunites, and now had proper plumbing and electricity laid on. It had a long shady porch along the front where Mark slumped in one of the Adirondack chairs, suddenly feeling weary after the long drive and the twelve-hour shift he had put in yesterday patrolling the streets on his motorcycle. When their gear hand been stowed and the food packed in the small fridge, Jamie and Nate came round from the truck with their surfboards. They stood the boards on end and began waxing them, watched intently by Noah and Vic. “Damn,” Jamie said, “will you look at that surf, Nate? Nigh on perfect.” He looked at the clouds scudding across the sky and felt the stiff breeze. But it won’t last, the wind will drop as it gets warmer and the waves will calm down in about an hour.” “Nate grinned, “So speaks the long-time Çorum Escort surfer dude. You’re the expert, it’s why they put you in charge of the surfer action on Grady’s movie.” Mark had listened to all this and said, “Guys why don’t you take the boards out now, I can tell you’re itching to. I wanna relax for a while over a beer, with Vic and Noah for company. Time we got to know each other better. And let’s get out of these damn clothes.” They all went into the shack and changed into beach wear. Mark stripped down to a blue Speedo, Jamie and Nate were in the red lifeguard shorts they wore working on the movie, and the boys wore the boardshorts Randy had given them that hung a bit loose on them, making them all the more charming for that. Mark took three beers out to the patio, sat down and invited Noah and Vic to join him in the other two chairs. “We’ll just kick back with a couple a’ beers, kids, and watch these two jocks show off riding the waves. Go and strut your stuff, dudes, and take care out there.” MARK & THE BOYS CHILL The boys sat down a bit nervously, finding themselves alone with the dominant muscle-god cop. But surprisingly they weren’t the only ones who were nervous. Mark was too. Most of the time he was a stern, authoritarian cop, hardened by years patrolling the rough streets of Los Angeles where he had to be the dominant man on the block. At home he got on well with his own kind � the other macho senior men of the tribe like Bob, Randy and Zack. He was usually at ease talking to the senior boys, too, like Darius, Pablo, Bob’s twins and, of course, Jamie his lover. But he never communicated much with the junior boys, with whom he had little in common, and they tended to look on him with awe and some degree of intimidation. Which is how Vic and Noah felt now � and Mark too. He had glibly told Nate that he wanted to get to know them better, but now he wasn’t sure how to approach them. There seemed to be such a gulf between the inexperienced young boys and the macho cop. As they drank beer, Mark said, “So, er, what do you think of this place, boys?” “It’s beautiful, sir,” Vic said haltingly. Noah added, “We never spent much time at the beach before, sir.” There was an uneasy silence, which Vic eventually broke by admitting, “Actually, sir, we’re feeling a bit nervous right now.” Mark chuckled. “Join the club, guys. Tell you the truth I’m a bit out of my depth here. I haven’t spent much time with the junior boys of the tribe and I might come across as a bit stern. I don’t have that happy-go-lucky sense of fun that Nate has.” Vic was becoming bolder as Mark spoke. “Oh we get tons of that from Nate, sir. We really like being here with you, sir, and we got boners, but Nate said it’s OK to have a boner with a hot guy `cos it’s a compliment to the guy.” “Well he’s right about that, kiddo, and I thank you for the compliment.” The ice was broken and from then on they settled down with each other. Noah asked, still rather shyly, “What’s it like to be a cop, sir?” Mark chuckled, “Well, Noah, it depends on the day � one day can be quite calm, even boring, and the next full of incident.” “Have you ever killed anyone?” Vic asked. It was a loaded question a more experienced boy would never have asked so bluntly, but Vic’s very naivete endeared him to Mark, who answered carefully. “There are times where I’ve had to draw my gun as a threat, but if a cop has to shoot it’s to disable, not kill. Any cop would tell you it’s a real tense, split-second moment, though. Er, have you guys ever met a cop?” Vic grinned. “We did once, sir, when we were out riding our bikes and Noah hit the curb and fell off. I panicked and bent down to check on him. A passing cop car stopped and an officer got out to see if we needed help. He checked Noah out but he was only grazed and stunned. We told the cop we lived close by and he told us to walk our bikes home and for Noah to get some bed-rest in case of delayed shock.” “He was very nice,” Noah said. “but not drop-dead gorgeous like you, sir … we didn’t get stiffies like we do with you, sir. I think a stiffy helps when you’re talking to a cop, don’t you?” Mark wanted to throw his arms round these innocent wide-eyed kids, and understood why Nate had taken to them so strongly. But he simply smiled, “Yeah, I guess it might help. Cops get to help people like that guy did, along with the rough stuff on the streets. I must say that most days when I’ve had that bike throbbing between my legs I can’t wait to get home to Jamie, and find him waiting for me, naked on the bed.” Noah said, “We think you and Jamie are such a hot couple, sir. You … you kind of fit together, you know what I mean?” “I know exactly what you mean, Noah. Just look at him out there on his board at the top of a wave. All over the world guys have an idea what a tanned California surfer looks like � what’s called an iconic look. When I first met him he was a different guy though, a street punk running wild and getting into trouble with his pal Larry. They came across Pablo and tried to beat him up � good luck with that one � then I showed up and was gonna arrest them for assault. “But instead we put them to work at the compound and I saw something in Jamie that kinda interested me. He thought of himself as a ladies’ man, a fuck stud, and boasted about the number of women he’d had. But he didn’t fool me. On a hunch, I took Jamie with me on a trip up here to the beach. We stopped off in a motel and Jamie saw a blousy girl who worked there and went off to fuck with her. “I guess he struck out, `cos he came back with a deflated ego. By that time I was asleep, stretched out naked on the bed, moonlight shining through the open window. He told me later that, standing at the half-open door, he jacked off looking at me. He still carried on the pretense that he wasn’t interested in me until we got to the beach and he was showing off on a surfboard. “He was lousy at it, nothing like the expert he is now. Anyway he fell off the board, took in a lot of water and nearly drowned. I carried him ashore and gave him the kiss of life, that we cops are all trained in. When he came to, my lips were on his, he gazed into my eyes … and kissed me even harder. Soon after that he became my boy � and the rest is history.” Mark stopped suddenly and realized the boys were staring at him open-mouthed, drinking in his story. “Damn, there I go spilling all the beans about our private moment. Huh, not so private I guess, once Eddie posted the story on the grapevine.” “But coming from you, sir, it’s an awesome story,” Vic said. “Not the first story you’ve heard since you met the tribe, I bet.” “Oh no, sir, we heard a lot of stuff, and seen stuff too. Fr’instance, we’d only been working in the office a few days when Brandon sent us across to the Boss House and we saw Randy coming home in a rage about something. He met Bob on the lawn, threw him down, pinned him to the ground and fucked him real rough, sir.” “Yeah,” Mark said, `that’s how he vents his rage with a savage fuck of Bob, or sometimes Pablo in his trailer office at work. It’s fine if Bob gets off on it, but if it’s forced, that’s another story.” Mark’s voice had deepened to a growl and his fists clenched, making the boys realize how protective he was of Bob. Now that the boys were off and running they poured out many of the other experiences they’d had since joining the tribe, and how it all turned them around from “just friends” to lovers. Their eyes sparkled as they described meeting Nate and how thrilled they were now to be his boys. Their breathless eagerness and youthful innocence charmed Mark and he understood the strong affection that Nate had for these kids, and why he wanted to nurture and protect them. “Did he tell you that it was right here that Jamie and I first met Nate?” “Oh yes, sir,” Noah said, “and seeing the place where it happened makes it even more sexy.” Vic took up the tale. “Nate told us he was living in Australia and had come to Southern California alone on vacation. He was feeling a bit lonely tramping through the dunes when he heard voices.” “Yeah,” Noah said, “and when he looked over the top of the dunes he saw you and Jamie working out in front of the shack with gym equipment you had up here.” The boys’ eyes gleamed as Vic described the big finish. “Nate said he couldn’t believe it when the workout got sexual, and he jerked off watching you fuck Jamie on a bench.” “Whenever Eddie tells that story,” Vic added, “he always ends up saying he wished he had it on film for his documentary.” Mark smiled, “Well, maybe that’ll happen someday. After all, it’s not unusual for us to work out together and end up fucking. But out here in this glorious place under the hot sun with seagulls circling overhead it was even more sexy. See, kids, for Jamie surfing is an adrenaline rush. He gets so stoked that he likes to work out afterwards to come down off the high.” “Will he want that this time, sir?” asked Noah, longing to see the two gorgeous bodies in action. “Maybe so. I should probably get out the equipment in case he does. I could use some exercise myself after sitting in that truck for so long.” “Can we help you, sir?” “Sure, thanks, that’d be good. It’s all stored in the shed round the back.” The boys followed him behind the shack and helped him pull out pieces of gym equipment. Mark was amused to see them compete by lifting the heaviest weights they could. “You guys have put on some muscle since you joined the tribe. Randy been coaching you in the gym?” “Yes, sir,” said Vic proudly. “We were scared he would fuck us at the end, like the boys said he does, but when he did we liked it a lot.” Noah giggled, “Sometimes we think it’s the main reason we go there.” Again Mark was struck by their complete candor, no matter what the subject. It was something they had in common with Nate, but for different reasons. Nate’s openness came from his natural confidence and Aussie frankness. The boys were the opposite of that. They were so inexperienced they had not yet learned the social niceties of moderating their words. Mark hoped they never would. Right now they were like a breath of fresh air. Mark pulled out a big square of old carpet and spread it on the sand in front of the shack, where they set up the bench-press and weights � a simple but effective small gym. They went back onto the porch and sat in companionable silence watching the surfing show put on by Jamie and Nate. Mark felt the calming influence the innocent boys had on him and how pleasurable it was to be in their company. He understood how they would make Nate feel � how protective and mature he would become, with so much responsibility. Not for the first time, Mark wondered how he himself would feel if Jamie ever had a boy of his own. It would make him seem even more virile and sexy … and yet …” Mark let the thought hang there, in the hope that time would tell. JAMIE’S BOY After about an hour Mark looked at the few clouds drifting slowly across the sky and said, “Jamie was right again about the surf. See how the wind has dropped and the how the sea got calmer. They’ll be coming in soon and they’ll not doubt do their showy exit from the surf. Sure enough the bronzed young jocks crested the last high wave of the day and rode it in, all the way to the shore, executing a perfect landing skidding up the beach together. Noah and Vic applauded enthusiastically and Mark joined in. “OK, guys, you’re the stars, the beach gods.” He watched them stride up the beach, their boards under their arms, water streaming down their smiling faces and tanned, muscular bodies. To Vic and Noah they indeed looked like gods emerging from the water, especially, of course, their “big brother” Nate. The surfers planted their boards end-up in the sand and Nate came up to his boys. “Hey kids, how about coming for a walk, or a jog, down the beach as far as Zack’s shack, then back along the dunes? You up for that?” “Yes please, sir.” Nate ran into the shack and emerged with Eddie’s camera. Might as well take this with us, guys, get some good shots for Eddie.” Then to Mark and Jamie, “Won’t Çorum Escort Bayan be long, guys, and when we get back we’ll rustle up something for lunch.” He slung the camera strap over his shoulder and the trio took off. Mark was hardly aware of their departure � his focus was all on Jamie. Still breathless, Jamie turned on a hose attached to the shack and rinsed the salt water off the boards. The athletic young jock was at his most glorious, a beach god as Mark had called him, his muscles rippling as he reached up with the hose to soak the boards. Then he held the hose over his head to shower the salt water off himself. Mark watched the water stream down his handsome face and golden-tanned body, his soaking red lifeguard shorts clinging to his slim hips and muscled thighs. Mark’s talk with the younger boys had made him realize just how much he loved and needed Jamie, and as he gazed at the vision of youthful virility, tears sprang to his eyes and coursed down his cheeks. Jamie looked over at him and grinned, “Hey, what’s all this dude? You need a cold shower to get rid of that boner?” He turned the hose on Mark who laughed and walked through the spray to take Jamie in his arms. The fallen hose spilled water over their feet as the cop kissed his boy voraciously, their wet bodies sliding together, bulges grinding against each other. When they finally pulled apart Mark said, “I am so fucking in love with you, man. When I talked to the kids about you I realized all over again how precious you are to me. Watching you come striding out of the waves looking so fucking gorgeous, and then hosing yourself down, you took my breath away. Come have a beer on the patio with me, there’s something I want to talk to you about.” In a few minutes they were sitting facing each other. They clinked beer bottles and Jamie smiled, “To us.” “To us, Jamie. And that’s what I wanted to talk to you about � us.” “Uh-oh,” Jamie grinned, “sounds ominous. Not dumping me as your boy, are you, sir?” “Not even in jest, dude. You know I don’t think of you as my boy anymore, you’re my buddy, a beautiful young man who I happen to be crazy in love with. And it’s that `young man’ thing that’s on my mind.” Jamie realized Mark was serious and guessed what was coming. It had been on his mind too. Mark took another gulp of beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “While you were out surfing I was talking to those two kids, and I gotta say they were loveable, with their youthful innocence and complete lack of artifice. They haven’t learned yet how to be devious in what they say and do, and I hope they never will.” “I agree with you, sir, they’re adorable. Nate chose well and he’s over the moon. But what’s your point, sir?” Mark hesitated. “Er, you’ve been a close buddy of Nate’s for some time, so you’ve probably seen the subtle changes in him since he met Vic and Noah. He’s become more … more self-assured, more mature in a way, now he’s taken on a big new responsibility. The same thing happened with the other senior boys � the twins with Will, Pablo with Tyler, Darius with Ryan � and now Nate with these kids.” “But that list don’t include me, eh? Is that your point, sir?” “Jamie, you know that whatever you do, however you want to live your life, is fine with me. I’ll back you up one hundred percent. So I guess what I’m asking is, have you ever thought of looking for a boy of your own?” “I’ve thought about it, sir, of course, watching the other senior boys. It’s worked out great for them, although Pablo stumbled a bit before growing into the role of mentor to Tyler. I can see the pleasure and prestige the guys get from having their own boy, but …” “There’s a but, Jamie?” “Yeah, but something I can’t pin down. I guess I need to know how you would feel about it, sir. And don’t just say what you think I want to hear. Tell me honestly, sir.” “Honestly, Jamie?” Mark hesitated. “Honestly … I’d feel jealous. It may be selfish of me, dude, but I’m so in love with you I would find it hard to share you. And having a boy to take care of would inevitably divert some of your affections away from me. See, that sounds horribly selfish, don’t it? But you asked for honesty and it’s how I feel.” Slowly, a broad smile spread over Jamie’s beautiful face. “That’s it, sir. That’s the `but’ I couldn’t pin down. `Cos I feel exactly the same. You say you’re crazy about me. Well I idolize you, sir. Whatever I’m doing, even working on Grady’s movie at the beach, I flash on you getting home after work and finding me naked on the bed waiting for you. And I get a hard-on, even when I’m sitting astride my board waiting for a wave.” Jamie chuckled. “When Grady’s movie comes out I’ll point at myself on the screen and say, `That young lifeguard, the blond one on top of the wave, has a massive erection right there thinking about his lover, a stunning Greek-God cop with the body of death’. “Sir, I want to devote myself to you, body and soul, and I’m not ready to even consider giving a part of me to anyone else. Who knows what the future might bring. But my answer to your question right now is no, I’m yours, sir, and nobody else’s.” Again tears came to Mark’s eyes as he gazed at this beautiful man professing his undying love for him. “I’m the luckiest man in the world Jamie.” “No, sir, the second luckiest after me. And we can still take care of other guys, as a team. After all, you’re a cop, pledged to `protect and serve’ and I’m a cop’s partner so we can dedicate ourselves to helping other guys. Like Nate, fr’instance � we’ll be there to pick up the pieces if he ever stumbles in his commitment to his boys.” Mark stood up, pulled Jamie up out of his chair and folded his arms round him. For a long time they stood silently, two beautiful men in each other’s arms. The only sounds were the hissing waves on the shore and the cries of the curious seagulls circling above, gazing down at them. When at last they broke apart Mark said, “All this sitting around soul-searching makes me want to get physical. Come on dude. The kids helped me set up the equipment here. Let’s use it.” SPIES IN THE DUNES By now Nate and the boys had almost reached the shack that Zach owned, two miles down the beach from Mark’s. They had jogged slowly for a while until the boys flagged and they settled into a steady walk, pausing to take pictures, mostly of the boys with the ocean behind them. “So how did you get on with Mark, guys?” Nate asked. “He can be intimidating sometimes when he reverts to being the tough cop on the beat.” He grinned. “You know what they say, you can take the cop off the streets but you can’t take the streets out of the cop.” The boys smiled. “We were nervous at first,” Vic said, “and he said he was nervous too, but we found him easy to talk to. I mean, he listens to you and smiles along with what you’re saying.” Nate could easily picture the scene, the boys chatting along with no restraint and Mark smiling in amusement at their innocence. It must have been refreshing to hear that, for a man who hears so many lies and excuses in the course of his work. “Hey, see that little building in the distance? That’s Zack’s shack. There’s another story attached to that � the first time anyone laid eyes on the big black stud. The boys had taken out a rowboat, lost the oars and got caught in a riptide. Mark swam out to them, wrapped the tow-rope round himself and towed them agonizingly to shore. “It was a major feat of strength and Mark collapsed on the beach. The panicked boys were relieved to see a figure emerging from the mist. It was Zack, wearing only ragged shorts. He helped Mark recover, then ran off and disappeared into the mist as dramatically he had appeared. When we’re up here we always come to Zack’s cabin to make sure it’s still intact.” Inside they saw that the cabin was smaller and a bit more primitive than Mark’s, but the boys felt a sexual vibe here because of that. “Tonight we have a choice,” Nate said. “We could come and sleep here and leave Mark and Jamie alone. Or, there’s a tent in Mark’s shed that we could pitch on the dunes. It’s big enough for three and I’ve often slept in it before. Kinda romantic too. What d’ya think?” The boys looked at each other and Noah answered for them. “We went camping once a long time ago and we loved it. So maybe the tent, sir?” “Good on ya, mate, I’m glad you chose that. The tent it is, then. OK, let’s make tracks back to Mark’s and we’ll make lunch for us all, I’m starting to feel hungry. I’ll take you back along the dunes. It’s a harder trek through the loose sand, but it’s worth it for the views. It was a tougher walk as their feet sank in the sand on the dunes, but Nate was right that the views were tremendous. Nate watched the boys to make sure it was not too hard for them. He loved the determined set of their faces, together with wonder in their eyes as they gazed at the sweeping vistas of the dunes and the endless, deserted beach. He checked several times to see if they wanted to switch to the easier beach walk, but they assured him they could make it. He had a strong feeling they were trying to impress him with their stamina, and he loved them for that. In due course they came within sight of the shack and sharp-eyed Vic said, “Look, sir, I think Mark and Jamie are working out on the sand in front of the shack. We helped him haul out the gym equipment.” Nate squinted. “You’re right, dude. Hey, you know what this reminds me of? The time I came here as a tourist and first spotted the guys � you know, I told you that story, how I hid in the dunes and jerked off watching the two stunning strangers work out. I’ve got an idea, let’s have some fun and do a replay. We’ll keep just out of sight behind the crest of the dune and watch them. And this time we got a camera. Maybe we can bring back some footage for Eddie.” They trudged along at the back of the high dune that rose up behind the beach until they came level with the shack. They dropped down on their stomachs and edged forward until they had a clear view of the guys working out. They peered through the sparse dune grass, unseen by the men below, who in any case were so focused on each other they were unaware of much else. The boys snuggled against Nate on either side, excited by this little adventure with the man they loved. Eddie had told Nate to “be creative, dude” with the camera. So Nate focused first on the dune grass before him, then slowly pushed the lens through the grass and zoomed in on the action below. “Not a sound guys, no gasps. Just watch.” A WORK-OUT AS FOREPLAY The men were well into their workout by now. They had changed out of their wet trunks, and Mark was in brown boardshorts, Jamie in red shorts identical to the ones he had discarded. Mark was lying on his back on the bench-press, his legs straddling it, feet on the ground. In that position his shorts stretched tight over his considerable bulge, the object of Jamie’s lustful gaze. Both men had had boners since they began their workout. Jamie stood behind the bench to spot him, his hands curled loosely round the barbell, ready to take the strain as Mark lifted. His eyes traveled from the bulge in Mark’s shorts, over his ripped eight-pack abs and his sculpted pecs that flexed hard as he lifted. His body gleamed under the hot sun and beads of sweat ran down the cleft between his pecs. Damn, how Jamie wanted to lick the sweat, then clamp his mouth over the bulge. But he restrained himself and counted the reps. “Fifteen … sixteen … seventeen … He watched the magnificent body flex and strain, his muscles bulging, veins protruding, square jaw clenched, his handsome features grimacing with effort. The near-naked cop looked stunning and Nate could have creamed his shorts just gazing at the homoerotic image. But he kept counting … “eighteen … nineteen … come on, you can do it … push … push …” Jamie was poised to grip the bar but it was unnecessary. With one last surge of strength and a tortured howl, Mark let the bar drop into its cradle. He took a few gasping breaths, then jumped to his feet. “OK, man, your turn.” Jamie Escort Çorum replaced him on the bench, slid into position, reached up and grabbed the bar. Mark positioned himself behind the bench, ready to spot him if needed. Jamie took a deep breath and lifted the bar off its cradle. This time it was Mark who counted and encouraged the muscular young jock to push himself to the limit. That limit was way under Mark’s herculean effort, but impressive nevertheless. He was showing strain as Mark shouted … eleven … twelve … thirteen … don’t give up, man … you can do it.” As Jamie had done, Mark looked down at the ripped, athletic body straining with effort, muscles pumped to the max � bulging biceps and shoulders, flexed pecs and abs, his bronzed flesh gleaming with sweat. “… fourteen … fifteen … one more, come on man, one more for me.” Jamie howled as, with a little assist from his trainer, he struggled to push the bar up and let it fall into the cradle with a clang. His head fell back on the bench, exhausted, and his hands fell lower and gripped the upright supports of the bar behind him. Mark came round to the foot of the bench and gazed down at the handsome surfer, his chest heaving with rasping breaths, arms stretched back, hands wrapped round the vertical supports. The cop had rarely seen Jamie look this incredibly sexy. Oddly, he was especially turned on by the trickles of sweat running form the tangle of blond armpit hair. “Don’t move, kid, stay just as you are. Mark knelt on the blanket beside the bench, bent down and licked the damp armpit, then up the inside of Jamie’s upper arm. He licked the sweat from his chest and lightly bit his nipples that instantly grew hard. He was still panting hard and Mark smiled down at him. “Still short of breath, dude? Here have some of mine.” He bent low over his face, clamped his mouth over Jamie’s and breathed deeply in and out, sharing the same breath, as if giving the kiss of life to the man he loved. When he pulled away he said, “Remember when I did that for you on this same beach when you got into trouble in the surf and swallowed all that water?” Jamie grinned. “I’ll never forget that. When I came to and gazed into your blue eyes, that’s the moment I fell in love, though I didn’t know it at the time and resisted it until you fucked me. After that I gave myself to you … my ass was yours. Still kneeling beside him Mark ran his hands lovingly over Jamie’s handsome face and the smooth flesh of his ripped body. “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” As he filmed them from the top of the dune Nate said, “See that guys? He’s giving Jamie the same treatment you kids gave me the first night we slept together, so I have a fair idea what Jamie’s feeling.” “We loved it, sir,” Noah said softly, remembering not to make too much noise. Vic smiled, “Maybe in the tent tonight too, sir?” “Ah, the tent. Anything can happen in a tent, guys � and usually does. Damn, look at that … the cop’s drooling � looks like he’s gonna eat the guy. Three guesses what comes next.” “He’s gonna fuck him, sir?” “You can bet the farm on it, kiddo.” A SHREDDED BLACK TANK Having caressed, stroked and licked Jamie’s body, Mark now stood up and stared down at him. “You know what you remind me of, dude? The naked young jock I find waiting for me on the bed when I get home from work. And you know what always happens to that guy.” “He gets his butt reamed by the cop, sir, like the jock’s been thinking about all day.” “Damn straight. But that surfer boy’s naked, like I said. He sure ain’t wearing lifeguard shorts. So let’s take care of that.” Mark bent down, grabbed the shorts at the waist and tugged them down his legs and off. He paused, then smiled and looped the shorts over Jamie’s head so they hung round his neck like a cowboy’s neckerchief. Again Mark stood and gazed down at the naked athlete, his shorts round his neck, his cock standing up stiff and proud as a flagpole arms raised back, bent at the elbows, hands gripping the bench-press uprights. “Fuck …” Mark breathed. “So fucking beautiful. “You’ve never looked hotter than you do right now, dude. Stay like that … don’t move.” To the surprise of Jamie and the boys watching from the dunes, Mark walked away and into the shack. There was a hush, as if the breeze had died, and Jamie waited in suspense. When Mark emerged, Jamie gasped. Mark was still wearing his board shorts but he had added the black ribbed tank top that Jamie always found so sexy on him, stretched over his magnificent torso, accentuating the mounds of his pecs, his long slim waist and muscular arms. He watched mesmerized as Mark walked round the bench, then stood at the foot and gazed down at him. Mark smiled down at him for a while, then unlaced his board shorts and let them drop. Jamie inhaled sharply as the cop’s huge cock sprang out, hard as a rock. Mark curled his hand round it and began stroking it slowly, his muscles rippling, gleaming in the sun, a patch of sweat already forming at the neck of the tank. Jamie gripped the bars behind him hard, as if shackled to them, and his body writhed on the bench, a sight that he knew turned Mark on. “Damn that’s hot,” Mark growled. Jamie couldn’t stand it. “Sir … please fuck me … I need it so bad … I need to feel your cock in my ass. Please, sir.” “Thought you’d never ask, stud,” Mark grinned. “Let me get a look at that ass.” He bent down, grabbed Jamie’s ankles and pushed his legs high in the air. The bench stood high off the ground so Mark’s cock was about level with his ass as he stood on the ground, arms stretched up holding his ankles up high. “Oh, yeah … I remember that sweet ass.” He stared down at the perfect globes, white against the sharp tan lines above and below. He leaned his shoulders against his legs, leaving a hand free to spit on his fingers and push them gently past the downy blond fuzz round his hole and into the warm membrane of his ass. Jamie moaned and his head rolled from side to side. Mark used both hands to again hold his legs high and Jamie felt the tip of the cock push against his sphincter and into his ass. Mark paused, then eased in slowly, teased him by stopping again, then pushed in deeper and deeper. In a daze Jamie looked up at the god-like face, backlit by the sun, and at his perfect physique, his arms stretched upward, sweat trickling from his armpits. His torso flexed under the black tank that rode up higher and gave a tantalizing glimpse of his ripped abs. Jamie had never seen Mark look more beautiful � and this was the man who loved him, the man whose cock was in his ass right now. He gazed into the bright blue eyes and moaned, “I love you, sir … I love you … I … I’m gonna … aaah!” Jamie lost control. In an explosive hands-free orgasm his cock jerked uncontrollably and a stream of juice shot from it, high in the air, then splashed down on his own heaving chest. “Sir,” he panted. “I couldn’t … I had to … just looking at you … I’m sorry …” Mark smiled. “You know what we tell the boys, Jamie. Never apologize for spilling your load just looking at a man. It’s a big compliment to him. Don’t worry, I can make you cum again. Only thing is I might have to pound that gorgeous ass a bit harder than usual. And so he did � and Jamie loved it, the harder the better. He gazed up at the rugged cop, blond hair falling over his brow, naked except for the sweat-stained black tank, his muscled arms stretched up, pulling his legs high to give him a clear shot at his ass. He watched the body move back and forth, felt his shaft piston inside him � and he knew he had to touch him. Jamie let go of the bars, reached up and pressed his hands against the tank, feeling his solid pecs flex underneath. He was unaware that his fingers were looked over the neck, until he heard the ripping sound and saw the tank hanging down over the bare chest. The torn shirt hung from one shoulder, as if the cop had been in a fight and was piledriving the ass of the loser. The fantasy drove Jamie over the edge and he grabbed his own cock, iron-hard again, and pounded it in his fist. Mark smiled, “Let me see you shoot again, boy … when you feel my jizz pouring in your ass, the ass of the man I love. We’re a team, dude. Let’s do it … now!” Jamie’s eyes opened wide, mesmerized by the pornographic sight of the naked cop, his black shirt hanging in shreds from his ripped body. He felt Mark’s cock swelling in his ass as it pistoned faster and faster and … Aaagh.” As semen poured from their cocks, their animal howls shattered the air and were carried down the beach on the ocean breeze. Above them in the dunes Nate turned off the camera and chuckled, “As Eddie would say, mates, that’s a wrap.” THE BOYS ADD THEIR CONTRIBUTION Mark pulled slowly out of Jamie’s tender ass, leaned forward and pulled him off the bench. They rolled together over the carpet Mark had earlier spread on the sand, and lay panting side by side on their backs, gazing up at the sky. Suddenly they heard whooping shouts as three bodies charged down the dunes toward them. The faces of Nate, Vic and Noah appeared over them and they heard Nate’s Aussie voice. “OK, mates, let’s give it to `em.” They pulled out their cocks and it only took a few strokes before semen gushed down on the cop and the surfer, soaking their handsome faces and exhausted bodies with semen � the boys’ contribution to the party. Jubilant laughter filled the air and Nate waved his camera. “Eddie said he always wanted the cop and the surfer on video and now he’s got it, mates � `Cop, Jock & Shackle’. Mark stood up and Noah looked shyly at him. “Something you want, Noah?” Mark smiled. Noah blushed and pointed to the torn remains of his shirt still hanging over his chest. “If you don’t need that, sir … we already got the one Chad tore off Adam and we … kind of collect them.” “Sure, guys, it’s yours � sweat, cum and all.” Mark pulled off the tattered shirt and handed it to the boys. “And now, Jamie, you and I gotta wash all this gunk off.” The boys watched as the naked pair galloped down to the water and launched themselves in the surf. “As for us, mates,” Nate said, “let’s go and pull all the tent gear from the shed. We gotta make our bed up for the night.” In a few minutes they had hauled the gear up to a nearby hollow in the dunes, sheltered from the breeze but within earshot of the breaking surf. It was a surprisingly big tent and the boys followed Nate’s instructions eagerly. “I done a lot of camping in my time, kids, and this is a perfect spot. It’s a warm night so we won’t need sleeping bags, just all these blankets here. And if we do feel the cold we can snuggle up together and keep each other warm.” They went back to the shack where Mark and Jamie were drying off and pulling on dry shorts, the ones that were not cum-soaked � for now at least. Mark said, “Look guys, instead of cooking lunch here, let me take you all to a little Mexican cantina in the little village way over the dunes. They know me and Jamie there, and the food’s great.” He threw his arms over the boy’s shoulders. “This is gonna be a great little vacation, kids, I can tell. And I see you already pitched your tent in the dunes. You don’t mind camping out for tonight, do you? You could always bunk in with us in the shack.” “No, sir, we love the idea of sleeping in a tent with Nate,” Vic said. “We can hear the waves from there and if it gets cold we’ll snuggle up to him.” Noah grinned cheekily. “And Nate told us that anything can happen in a tent, and usually does.” Jamie laughed, “And he should know. If anyone can make things happen it’s my old mate Nate. You’re in good hands there kids.” “We know, sir,” the boys chorused. TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” � Chapter 561 Hey guys, this is Rob Williams. I hope that chapter turned you on, and I welcome your comments and suggestions, which can be very helpful in planning future chapters. E-mail me in confidence at rw6789@aol. ALSO, I invite you to visit my own Web-site gth. You can read the whole story, with extras including pictures and biographies of all the characters. AND DON’T FORGET � IF YOU ENJOY THESE STORIES, PLEASE DONATE to this site. 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