A Trial of Strength

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 494 By Rob Williams

Chapter 494 – "THE DOC GOES TOTALLY OFF THE CHARTS"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The tribe's young redhead chef Will gets a medical exam from the handsome new Doctor Chad. When Will requests a digital prostate checkup the examination goes way off the medical charts. Ever since he arrived in the tribe Doc Chad has lusted for the musclehunk Hispanic Miguel and they go away on a beach weekend where their passions finally take over. "You sexy son-of-a-bitch, doc, I've waited so long for this." ___________________________________________________________________

IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Handsome Doctor Chad was being initiated into the tribe in a way he wouldn't forget.

On his knees in an old warehouse he was face-fucked first by the gypsy construction boss Randy. Next came the black leatherman Zack and his lover, the sexy Hispanic Miguel, whom Chad had lusted for from the minute he saw him.

When Chad had had his fill of their cum Zack said to Miguel, "Buddy, you should take this man away and really get to know him. I saw the sparks fly between you two when you first met. That's not the kind of thing you can throw a bucket of water over like separating two horny dogs. It has to play itself out.

"So next weekend when I take Darius and his boy Ryan on a fishing trip up to the lake you should get away too. Take the doc up the coast to our shack in the dunes. Relax, swim, and make love. Take your boy Finn too."

Later there was another addition to the plan. The young chef Will, usually so calm and efficient, had become tense and irritable. The tribe's leader Bob had a talk with him, with the help of Chad to give a medical take on it. And Doctor Chad soon put his finger on Will's problem.

"Overwork can lead to burnout, Will, I've seen it so often in patients. I would like to examine you physically tomorrow but I'm pretty sure I'll find nothing organically wrong. If it is burnout there's a simple solution. You have to take a break and distance yourself from the triggers at work that are causing the stress."

Bob assured Will that his workload could be covered by the twins in his absence. "You need to get away from the tribe and this house, to refresh your mind and recharge you batteries."

Will frowned. "But I wouldn't know where to go, sir. And I'd be lonely, just me and my dog Norman, doing nothing. Besides, I love to cook, sir, it's when I'm happiest."

Chad said, "Er, I may be jumping the gun here and speaking out of turn, but Zack has suggested that Miguel and I go up the coast together for a few days with Miguel's boy Finn. If Miguel agrees, I wonder if you would like to join us, Will. Just a suggestion."

"A great idea, Chad," Bob said, "for several reasons. Not to beat about the bush, I think you and Miguel have a lot to sort out between you, so while you do that Will would be good company for Finn. You get along well with Finn, don't you, Will?"

"We get along great, sir. Finn still has that ex-hustler rough edge but I think that's kinda sexy, and so does Miguel – he told me."

"Great, and there's another thing. Miguel really hates having to cook for himself. He works hard in the kitchens of the Ritz-Carlton as the executive chef and the last thing he wants to do when he takes a break is start cooking again. And Finn can't boil water. But Will, you say cooking makes you happy, so you could cook a few light meals when you're not eating at restaurants.

Miguel and Finn agreed and it was settled that they would leave on Friday for the weekend.

Meanwhile Chad got on with his own plans. He was due to take up a prestigious new job at a hospital not far from the tribe and had his eye on a house we wanted to buy, a house that needed a lot of work. Bob, an experience financier, said, "You'll have no problem financing it at the lowest interest rate. But the first thing is to get a rough estimate on repairs and remodeling, and that's where Randy comes in. Actually he's over at the house now checking it out."

Chad went there and as soon as they met again in the empty house the inevitable happened. Chad had already fallen under the rugged gypsy's sexual spell but Randy had been toying with him. But no longer. Randy said they should christen the house in the time-honored way, and Chad willingly surrendered his ass to a classic, wild Randy fuck.

When it was over Randy fell on the rug beside Chad and scooped him in his arms. "You were terrific, doc, a great fuck. That was your final initiation, you are now a fully paid-up, card-carrying member of the tribe. I've been tough on you, doc, when you patched up my wounded leg, but later you can examine the leg and do whatever you need. In all things medical you are the boss – everything else, well that would be me."

Randy also weighed in on Chad's upcoming trip with Miguel. "It'll be great for all of you, doc. Miguel and Zack have been kinda prickly with each other lately and need a break, and you and Miguel are a great fit. Finn needs some time away too. As for Will, I love that kid like he was my own boy and he's been working way too hard. So there's something you can do for me, doc."

"Just name it, Randy."

"Take good care of him, doc, and make sure he has a good time. He's a terrific kid, the twins' boy, and the twins are Bob's boys. We're like a small family within a family."

Chad nodded. "I'm fond of Will too – that freckled face and solemn look behind his owl glasses – and he deserves a rest. Don't worry, dude, I'll look after him. We're gonna have a blast. "

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THE DIGITAL THING

That night Chad slept in the guestroom of Bob and Randy's house. Tempting as the other guys were, he chose to sleep alone so as not to complicate his emotional life even more than it already was.

In the space of a couple of weeks he had gone from never having had sex with a guy to having sex with a whole succession of them. The cop Mark and his boy Jamie were the first men he had fucked. Bob was the first guy ever to fuck him. Randy face-fucked him followed by Miguel and Zack who virtually lined up to fuck his face. And finally the inevitable climax, when boss Randy had finally laid claim to the doc's ass.

Time to cool it, he thought, and take a deep breath before he became a sexaholic. There were only a couple of days before he embarked on this trip up the coast with Miguel, Finn and Will. He was looking forward to that, and not only because he would be able to indulge the lust he felt for Miguel.

Chad realized that the boys were an essential part of the tribe and gave meaning to the lives of the men who loved and protected the boys. So far Chad dealt only with the ebullient, talkative Eddie who amused him when he greeted him and pumped him for details on his exploits. This trip would help him to get to know Will and Finn and get their perspective on life in the tribe.

In the morning, as often happened, breakfast was brought up to Bob and Randy as it was a good time for the two founders of the tribe to discuss current issues affecting the men and boys. And this morning they invited Chad to join them when he emerged from the guestroom.

Will wheeled in the trolley with their favorite foods and he was greeted affectionately by Randy and Bob. He was wearing his usual dark green apron and chef's hat, his red hair poking out from under it, falling over his freckled face. "Getting ready for your trip, kiddo?" Randy asked.

Will blinked behind his owl glasses. "Yes, sir. Miguel's gonna borrow Zack's truck `cos he wants us to take the rowboat and a couple of surfboards. Jamie taught me how to surf, you know."

Chad said, "Hey, Will, I'd like to do that quick medical checkup I promised. No big deal, just a precaution. Like I said, I'm pretty sure all your stress has been caused by overwork but I just want to make sure. If you have time after you've finished the breakfasts maybe we could do it in my guestroom here, after I've changed the dressing on Randy's leg."

"Yes, sir, I can come back then." Will hesitated and blushed a little. "Sir, me and Eddie were talking and he said you would probably want to ... well, like ... shove your finger up my butt."

There were muted grins all round and Chad replied, "Ah, Eddie is referring to a digital rectal exam to check the prostate, make sure it's not enlarged. We usually only do that at a full annual physical and it's not really necessary this time."

"Oh, I see." Will looked crestfallen.

Chad glanced at Randy then back at Will. "'Course, it can be done anytime and only takes a minute. When was your last complete physical?"

"I ... I can't remember, sir. I don't think I've ever ..."

"In that case I can do a rectal probe if you like."

Will looked relieved. "Thank you, sir. OK, I'll see you later."

After Will had gone downstairs the men chuckled and Chad said, "That boy is totally adorable. I can see why you love him so much, Randy. OK if I do the digital thing?"

"Hey, you're the doc ... and he seems to want it real bad. Who can blame him?"

"You know, if I'm not presuming too much, when I've set up an office in my new house I could look over the medical records of all the boys, the men too, and bring their exams up to date."

"That would be terrific, Chad," Bob said, "if you have the time. Everyone at some time has consulted with Doc Steve psychologically, but I've been concerned about monitoring their physical health too."

"OK," Chad said. "After breakfast you're up first Randy and I'll change the dressing on the leg."

DOCTORE & PATIENTS

As always, Chad had brought his medical bag with him and after breakfast he spread a clean sheet on his bed in the guestroom. Randy came in, pulled off his jeans and lay on his back on the bed, propped up on his elbows.

Chad was the consummate professional, slipping on latex gloves to examine the dressing on Randy's leg wound. But even the doctor/patient imbalance could not hide Randy's ultimate superiority. Watching Chad work he had that confident, even arrogant, smile on his face that either irritated men or turned them on. In Doc Chad's case it did both. How could he forget the thrill of being butt-fucked by the powerful gypsy yesterday?

As Randy had said, he would be reminded of that every time he walked into the room of his new house where it had happened. Randy's raw, animal sexuality, with that hypnotic look in his blue eyes, had cast a spell over Chad as it had with so many men before him.

Nevertheless Chad tried to maintain a veneer of professionalism as he slowly unwound the bandage from Randy's leg. "Hm, very good ... no bloodstains. The wound is healing fast."

"Thanks to my powers of recovery, doc."

"And to my expert stitch-work, don't forget."

"Yeah. You should take up needlepoint, dude."

"Fuck you, Randy ..."

"Hm, that's a great bedside manner you got there, doc."

They stared at each other ... then burst out laughing. As Chad unwound the last of the bandage and took off the gauze pad he said, "Seriously though, Randy, this is healing remarkably well. I'm gonna clean it up and put on a new dressing. I still want it covered for a few more days and when I get back from my trip I'll check it again and remove the stitches. You're still taking the antibiotics aren't you?"

"Yeah," Randy drawled. "Myself, I don't give a shit, I don't need the fuckers, but Bob practically forces them down my throat."

"Good for him. At least there's one adult in the room."

"Fuck you, doc ..." Again they chuckled, just as there was a knock at the door and Will came in.

"Oh, sorry, sirs, you're still busy. I'll come back ..."

"No, no, Will, stay," Chad said. "We're just about done here so I can examine you next. Take off your apron and hat and take a seat. OK, Randy, we're done here ... you'll live ... if you behave yourself."

Randy looked at Chad, grabbed his head and kissed him ferociously before heading for the door. But he stopped when Will said, "Er, sir ... is there any chance you could stay while I get my checkup?"

Randy looked at Chad, who said, "Will, doctor/patient things like exams are private and confidential. Are you afraid of what I'll do to you?"

"Oh no, sir, nothing like that. But I am a bit nervous, and when I'm nervous it's good to have Randy around. I mean, can't the patient ask to have someone else in the room if he wants?"

"Well sure, you can waive your privacy, but ..."

"Hey, doc, no big deal," Randy said. "What if I stick around and sit over here out of your way if that would make Will more comfortable?"

Chad smiled, "Sure, why not. OK, let's make a start, Will."

WILL GETS THE FINGER

The boy willingly gave himself up to the smiling doctor and his instructions. "Come and sit on the edge of the bed, Will, and let me take your blood pressure. He wrapped the cuff round Will's arm, put a thermometer in his mouth and waited a few seconds. "Hm, blood pressure's a bit elevated and your temperature's a tad high."

"Oh that's because I'm nervous, sir. And, you know, that burnout thing you said."

Chad went through the standard questions about past illnesses and any current problems while Randy listened. Randy had agreed to stay for a reason. If he was entrusting young Will to Chad for a weekend he wanted to make sure the two of them got along well. He was quickly reassured as he watched Chad's firm but gentle manner with Will, who relaxed as the doc skillfully got information from him and even made him laugh.

"OK, Will, all that's left now is the physical part. Take off your clothes and sit on the bed. You can leave your shoes on." Will looked nervously at Randy who grinned and nodded. Shyly he took his shirt off, then turned his back to the doctor and dropped his shorts.

He sat shyly on the bed and Chad said, "Wow, someone's been working out hard I see."

"Yes, sir. Randy's my gym coach."

"Looking good, kiddo." Chad inspected his open mouth, felt his neck, put the stethoscope to his back and made him cough. Gently he prodded his lower abdomen, then felt his balls. "Perfect so far, Will," he smiled – "lymph nodes, lungs, testicles. Wouldn't expect any problems at your young age."

Will blushed a little. "Sir, you gonna do that prostrate thing now, sir?"

"Prostate, Will."

"Yeah, that's the one – the thing with the finger. You gonna do it?"

"Well, like I said, it's not strictly necessary but if you want me to ..."

"Yes please, sir."

"OK, lie back on the bed, bend your knees and pull your heels back. That's it." The doctor changed the glove on his right hand, got a tube of lubricating jelly from his bag and spread some on his middle finger, then stroked Will's butthole.

Will was glad the doc had already taken his blood pressure `cos by now it would be through the roof as his heart thumped in his chest. Chad was wearing his usual tan slacks and open-neck short-sleeved white shirt. His stethoscope hung round his neck and one more shirt button had popped open giving Will a glimpse of his muscled pecs underneath. He gazed up into the doc's handsome face and seductive eyes and said, "I'm ready, sir." (The hell you are kid, Randy thought to himself with a grin.)

Chad said, "There might be slight pressure, Will, but I won't hurt you." Slowly he pushed his finger inside Will's ass, curled it up and massaged his prostate. Will gasped and scrunched his hands over the bedsheet at his sides as he stared up at the doc and felt a euphoric sensation spread from his ass to his cock and the rest of his body.

"You OK, Will?"

"Oh yes, sir," Will moaned dreamily. "I'm feeling fine."

It lasted only a minute or two but Will was on the verge of an orgasm when Chad said, "OK, we're done, kiddo," and slowly eased his finger out and pulled off the latex gloves. "As I expected, no swollen prostate ... though I can't say the same for the swollen penis," he grinned.

Will looked down at his boner and said breathlessly. "Sir, you almost made me cum. I really need to now. Would it be alright if you just stood there and let me jerk off looking at you?"

Chad was slightly taken aback. "Will, I'm your doctor so I don't think ..."

"Sure it would be OK, kid," Randy interrupted. "Matter of fact I think we can improve on that." He stood up, walked up behind Chad and pressed against his back. Feeling the bulge in Randy's jeans pressing against his ass Chad half-expected another butt-fuck and was about to protest when Randy reached round to Chad's shirtfront. "I can give you an even better picture to look at while you rub one out, kiddo."

Randy unbuttoned the doctor's shirt all the way down and pulled it out from the waistband of his slacks, then off over his shoulders and tossed it aside. "Ohh!" Will gasped, gazing up at the shirtless doctor, his stethoscope hanging round his neck and over his bare chest.

"That's how docs should always look, don't ya think, Will?" Randy chuckled

"Definitely, sir," Will panted, shedding the last of his inhibitions.

"In fact ..." Randy grinned. He came round to face Chad, smiled wickedly at him ... and sank to his knees before him. "What the fuck ...?" Chad gasped as Randy unzipped his slacks, pulled out his cock that was already semi-hard ... and lowered his mouth over it.

Will stopped stroking for a moment to avoid cumming. He stared in amazement at the sight of the big construction boss actually on his knees sucking the dick of the shirtless doctor.

Apart from being sexually aroused by the erotic spectacle, on some unconscious level Will had a feeling this was no ordinary blowjob. And Randy and Chad were fully aware of its significance. As boss of the tribe Randy had already established his dominance over Chad. He had forced him to his knees in the warehouse, had tied him up and fucked his face, made him swallow semen and then humiliated him by blasting jizz in his face.

And yesterday, in the ultimate act of domination in Chad's own house, Randy had made him crawl and beg him to plough his ass. By fucking and humiliating the doctor he had inducted him as a member of the tribe. Randy was now performing a ritual act of welcome where he himself was in the submissive role of sucking cock, paying tribute to the handsome alpha male.

If any of this passed through Will's mind it was drowned out by the stunning visual spectacle of the big gypsy boss on his knees, his mouth wrapped round the doc's cock, his shaggy black hair whipping back and forth as he sucked dick. Pounding his own cock faster Will stared up at the homoerotic image of the doc, and his excitement was tinged even with faint amusement at the sight of the doctor wearing nothing but a stethoscope over his muscular upper body.

The doctor's professional poise faltered and gave way to pure sexual gratification as he put his hand behind Randy's head and pulled the square-jawed face down harder on his cock. "Fuck yeah, man, eat that dick. Damn that feels good. You are so fucking hot, dude, you're gonna make me unload in your mouth. I can't hold back ... here it comes, I'm gonna cum ... yeaahh!"

Will gazed in disbelief at the sight of the doctor throwing his head back and yelling, his body flexing as he poured cum down the construction boss's throat. Randy's prominent Adam's apple pulsed up and down as he gulped down the doc's jizz, and Will realized his own cock was spraying semen all over his naked young body.

"YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE ..."

"Well, rather an unorthodox medical exam," Chad said as he pushed his cock back in his pants and put his shirt back on.

"Ah, just like Doc Steve," Randy laughed as he got to his feet. "When you go in for a shrink session with that hot fucker you never know what's gonna happen – fucking, sucking, the whole nine yards and then some. He's my brother, you know, doc. You two should get together."

"I intend to, Randy. I plan on working with him if he agrees – I treat a man's bodily injuries and he treats their emotional problems. Anyway, we're done here, Will, so you can get dressed."

Hastily Will scrambled back into his clothes. "Er, sir, I know you said all this stuff was, like, private and conferential ..."

"Confidential, Will."

"Yeah, that's the one. But, er, would it be OK if I told my pal Eddie?"

Chad exchanged a quick smile with Randy. "Will, I was referring to the doctor/patent relationship, and that doesn't cover the last thing we did. I mean, a patient masturbating to a shirtless doctor is not a normal medical transaction. And in any case, the confidentiality is on the doctor's side – the patient is always at liberty to break privacy."

Will frowned, "Er, was that a yes, sir?"

Chad smiled and ruffled the boy's red hair. "Yes Will, that was a yes. And the good news is that you are physically in great shape as I fully expected. Now we've gotta work on that burnout stress that led to this. We'll take care of that this weekend at the beach with Miguel and Finn."

"Definitely, sir." Will's eyes were shining. He put his kitchen apron back on and jammed his chef's hat on his head. "And sir, thank you for the exam and the prostrate thingy and ... like, everything." He turned to Randy. "And thank you sir for ... well, for ..."

"For blowing the doc?" Randy grinned. "It was a pleasure, kid, and I mean that – a real pleasure. Now go spill the beans to your pals."

Will scurried out of the room, his hand planted on his hat to stop it falling off. Chad and Randy chuckled as they looked out the window and saw Eddie waiting impatiently for Will and all the news. Will ran out to him and began his breathless tale as Eddie himself would. His eyes wide open, Will raised his palms dramatically and the men heard him say, "Dude ... you ... will ... not ... believe ..."

"He is such a sweet kid," Chad said. "I can see why you're so crazy about him, Randy. Don't worry, I'll take good care of him this weekend."

"I know you will, doc. I'm sure of that now having watched you in action."

"Talking of which, Randy, I too wanna thank you for, you know, blowing the doc."

"Like I told Will, buddy, it was a real pleasure."

THE BIG SENDOFF

The next couple of days were taken up with catching up with work and tying up loose ends in preparation for the trip up to the dunes. In the kitchen Will had told the twins all the details of his medical examination, much to their amusement.

"It's good that you got to know Chad better before the trip," Kyle said."

"Yeah, er, about the trip, sir. Er, while I'm away, would it be OK ... I mean, like, if me and the other guys ... you know ..."

Kevin smiled. "I know what you're asking, kiddo, so I'll repeat the rules. First, most important, you never do anything you don't want to do. And the other side of that coin is you can do anything you like with the other guys ... Chad, Finn, whatever."

Kyle added with a grin, "Just as long as you give us a blow-by-blow description when you come home so we can get our rocks off listening to your story."

A similar conversation, though different in tone, was taking place between Zack and his lover Miguel. "You sure you're OK with me going away with Chad like this, buddy?" Miguel asked as they lay in bed together.

"Dude, number one – I love you and I know you love me, we're solid as a rock. Number two – we've never had any trouble with either one of us fooling around with other guys, that's in a whole different category from what we share. And number three, I'm familiar with that gleam I saw in your eye when you looked at Chad. He's not only a total hunk but he's a successful professional like yourself – doctor and executive chef, you'll have a lot in common.

"So go do what you want to do and, like I said," Zack grinned, "when you come home I'll punish you for fucking around."

"I'm counting on it, stud." That settled it, they made love and went to sleep.

Friday morning came round and there was the usual commotion as they loaded Zack's truck. Zack reassured Miguel that there was no problem taking his truck. "That big double crew cab will give you four a ton of room. When I go up to the lake later with Darius and Ryan, Darius will do the driving in his truck and I plan to stretch out in the back seat and snooze. I need the rest."

The twins reassured Will that they would take good care of his dog Norman in his absence and they helped him load supplies and utensils for the few meals he would be cooking, while Miguel and Finn stowed the rowboat and surfboards in the back of the truck. Bob and Randy were there to see them off with handshakes and hugs all round.

Of course Eddie was there too, never one to miss a send-off, and he was full of earnest advice for Will that he rattled off scarcely pausing for breath, accompanied by theatrical gestures.

But finally, with a blast of the horn like a ship's siren they broke free of the pack and were off.

FINN SOUNDS OFF

Miguel was driving, with Chad beside him, and Will and Finn together in the back seat. They were all wearing board shorts, with Miguel in a gray tank top and the other three in T-shirts. Before they left, Miguel had given Chad a pair of his board shorts, saying," Here, take those jeans off, buddy, and put on these shorts. It's all you'll need up there in the dunes."

As they hit the highway Miguel and Chad spoke little, which is not to say there was no communication. Now that they were on the way their attraction to each other was palpable – more immediate than the lustful glances they had exchanged up the now. There was an intense vibe running between them, sitting shoulder to shoulder, and they exchanged occasional smiles as they shared the same unspoken thoughts and feelings.

After a few miles Chad made the only physical gesture to convey these shared feelings by slowly moving his left hand and gently resting it on Miguel's thigh. A satisfied smile spread over Miguel's face as he kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

The silence in the front seat was not reflected in the back seat – far from it. And it was Finn who did most of the talking. Will was happy to listen, feeling a weight lifting from his shoulders as he started to feel good about getting away for the weekend and leaving behind the stress of what he at last acknowledged had been too much work.

As the miles sped by the tension eased from Will's neck and shoulders and he relaxed, smiling at Finn's views on life, alternately instructive and boastful, bordering on arrogant. As Will knew well, Finn could never entirely lose the hard-edged attitude he had developed as a street hustler, ingrained in him literally from the ground up. It was what had first attracted Miguel to Finn, seeing it as a challenge to tame the good-looking rebellious young stud.

"'Course," Finn was saying "you got a good thing going in that kitchen with the twins and Bob `cos they're such great guys. But just make sure they always treat you like you deserve, kid."

"Oh they do, Finn, I couldn't be happier ..."

"That's cos you don't know what happier' is until you get a taste of it. That's something I learned on the streets. I'd find a guy who treated me good and stay with him until I met someone who gave me even more. Moved around a lot, working every angle so things got better and better ..."

"Until they didn't," Will said earnestly, blinking behind his glasses.

"Yeah, well there was that. I made a few big mistakes and ... well, you just gotta pick yourself up, dust yourself off and keep marching."

Miguel and Will knew exactly what Finn was doing, and Chad picked up on it too pretty soon. Finn played a kind of game with Miguel. He knew that Miguel had chosen him because of his rough edges, so he kept up the rebellious spirit, even though his life was now pretty nigh perfect and he was crazy in love with Miguel. He always felt he had to challenge Miguel to maintain the pitch of tension they both enjoyed.

In the truck the rearview mirror was set at an angle that allowed Chad to see Will in the mirror and Miguel could see Finn. Finn was aware when Miguel glanced at him and he turned up the rhetoric. Will smiled at Chad in the mirror and said to Finn, "But dude, you really fell on your feet this time, so no more marching eh?"

"Ah, that's where you're wrong, dude. See, no matter how good things may seem you still gotta watch your back. This master/boy thing is all very well but a lot of boys I met on the streets knew how to play a guy. See you give him almost everything he wants, but you leave him wanting more, you tease him until he's ready to do anything for you."

Will frowned. "But ain't there a danger you'll ... what do they call it...overplay your hand, dude?"

"Good for you, Will," Miguel grinned, flashing a look in the mirror at Finn. "See it all depends on the master and how tough he is. Some men know every little trick the boy is playing and know just how to deal with him. And it's the boy who's left begging for more."

"Yeah Will but that don't ever happen to me," Finn boasted, throwing a challenge to the mirror.

"I guess you're right, Finn," Miguel sighed, with a quick wink at Chad. who smiled and squeezed Miguel's thigh harder.

Finn stopped talking at last and Will smiled at Chad in the mirror. He wished Eddie had been here so they could dish about all this, he would have loved this. Will had a strong feeling that, as they sped up the highway, storylines were being created in the truck that would be played out in the weekend's action at the beach. He was glad he would have doctor Chad to talk to – and vaguely hoped they would be another thread of the plot.

HOT TO TROT

As they approached Guadalupe Miguel explained the history of the dunes, going back to the 1920's when an artist/hermit colony called the Dunites lived in shacks along the beach in the dunes. Some of the shacks remained, of which Zack had one, Mark and Jamie another, two miles apart on the beach.

The truck bumped along a remote sandy track behind the dunes and at last they pulled up behind Zack's shack. They all jumped out and went round to the front of the shack with its shady porch. There they gazed along the long expanse of deserted beach with only the sounds of waves breaking on the shore and seagulls wheeling overhead.

"It's magical," Chad said softly. "Thanks for bringing me here buddy." Miguel put his arm round his shoulder as they stared out at the far horizon – then at each other. It was Finn who broke the silence and took charge. "OK, Will, let's leave these guys to commune with nature, and with each other, and we'll unload our gear."

They left Miguel and Chad together and set about unloading the truck. Will took all the food and cooking stuff into the small kitchen. "I'm always surprised they still got electricity and plumbing in these places. Life would be rough without them."

"Not for me, kid," Finn grinned. "I've spent lots of nights on the street in the past where I was lucky to have a tarp over my head, let alone water and power."

"Not anymore, Finn" Will said, "thanks to Miguel. Hey, what do you think about him and Chad? You see how they were looking at each other in the truck?"

"Duh! Miguel is real hot for Chad, he told me that after they first met. It was Zack who suggested Miguel bring Chad up here to, er, `get to know each other better', and you don't need me to tell you what that means. Zack's a real cool guy like that. He loves Miguel so much he just wants to see him happy, even if that means shacking up with another guy."

"Literally in this case," Will giggled, looking round the shack. "But how do we play this, Finn? I mean we don't wanna get in their way or anything."

"Don't worry, dude, those guys can take care of themselves. I bet that real soon Miguel's gonna take Chad to `check on Mark's shack' two miles up the beach."

"Yeah," Will said, "that's where we stayed when I came here with the twins and Bob. I remember they said that when any of the guys come up here to one of the shacks they always check on the other one to make sure it's OK, hasn't blown away or anything."

"You got it, kiddo. My bet is they'll do that real soon – depends on how hot to trot they are."

A few minutes later Will was tidying the kitchen and Finn putting away the few clothes they had brought, when they were interrupted by Miguel. "Sorry to have left this all to you, guys, but I was ... talking to the doc about the dunes. I think the first thing I'll do is take him up the beach to check on Mark's shack, get that out of the way so we can relax and enjoy ourselves. Think you can cope for a while?"

The boys stifled their smiles and Finn said, "Sure, sir, we'll be fine. Take all the time you need." Miguel left them to it and the boys sputtered with laughter.

"You nailed that one, Finn," Will grinned. "Couldn't be hotter to trot than that."

A WILD ROMP

Miguel and Chad threw off their shirts and headed north up the beach, two handsome muscular men barefoot in just board shorts. They jogged at first, splashing through the shallow surf, but it seemed strange not saying anything when there was obviously so much to say. So they slowed to a walk and nervously avoided eye contact, gazing instead into the far distance to where the beach disappeared in a mist of sea spray.

But the sexual tension between them only intensified. Either they would throw themselves in the surf together and made love, or mask their longings with talk. They took the easier way out.

"So tell me about this new hospital job, Chad. Head of surgery isn't it? Sounds like a big deal."

"It is, Miguel. As director of the whole surgical department I'll be free to design a whole new wellness strategy that integrates physical treatment with psychological care. I hope to team up with the tribe's therapist Doctor Steve as I hear such good things about him."

Right away they settled into a companionable conversation between two professionals at the top of their respective fields. They exchanged ideas and problems with managing whole crews of skilled workers – Chad in a hospital's surgery, Miguel in a large five-star hotel kitchen.

They quickly established a bond of like-minded specialists whose work mostly defined them, so they would have become natural friends even in the absence of sexual attraction. But their sexuality was far from absent. Their conversation, interesting as it was, served only to temporarily mask the sexual tension that was growing stronger all the time, in the romantic beach setting of sand, blue skies and hissing waves breaking over their feet.

They were so engrossed in each other that they were surprised when Mark's shack came into view up ahead. Instinctively they slowed down, both sensing that a moment of truth was looming. They stood calf-deep in water and gazed out to sea in silence, a silence broken suddenly by Chad. "Miguel ... do you have a hard-on?"

Miguel turned to him and smiled. "Ever since we got in the truck. I thought you knew that."

"I guess I kinda did, but unlike you guys I'm new to all this. Like I'm walking a high-wire without a net."

"You have a net, Chad – me. If you fall you know I'll catch you."

Chad grinned nervously. "I think I've already fallen."

"So let's go and check on Mark's shack. That is why we walked up here. That was my excuse anyway, but I don't think the boys bought it for a second. Finn catches on real fast."

Their pulses were racing as they walked up the beach toward the shack. Miguel felt under the porch for the secret spot that the whole tribe knew was the hiding place for the spare key. He unlocked the door and they went in, blinking in the gloom after the glare of the sun. "Hmm," Miguel said, inhaling deeply. "Everything looks fine. Musty is all ... just needs fresh air."

Chad watched as Miguel walked around opening the windows in the living room, then the bedroom. Each time he threw open a window sunlight flooded in and lit his dark, sculpted features and muscled physique. Chad's heart was pounding so fast he thought his cock would burst out of his shorts, especially when Miguel stood by the bed and raised his arms in a long languid stretch and smiled, "There, that feels better.

Chad stared at the flexed muscles of Miguel's shoulders and arms, his lats sloping down to a long sexy waist and narrow hips hugged tight by his light blue board shorts that contrasted with the golden tan of his flesh. He gazed into Miguel's dark brown eyes set in his swarthy Hispanic features with their high cheekbones and square stubbled jaw.

"Fuck," Chad moaned. "Fuck ... fuck ..." He stumbled forward, pressed against Miguel's hard body and their mouths came together in a churning, ravenous kiss. They wrapped their arms round each other and ran their hands down the rock hard muscles of the other's back, down to the slim waist and over the bulge of the ass straining against the shorts.

They ground so hard against each other that they inevitably lost their balance and fell together on the bed where they didn't loosen their grip but rolled together over the bed from one edge to the other as the two powerful bodies strained for advantage in a natural contest between two dominant men. When at last they paused for breath Chad was kneeling astride Miguel who gazed up at the perfect musculature and chiseled features of a Greek statue.

"Damn that's hot." Miguel reached up and ran his hands over the handsome face and down the neck, and his fingers traced the contours of his pecs and the cleft between them, then down over the ridges of his abs. Chad reciprocated by leaning forward, clamping his hands over the slabs of Miguel's pecs and digging his fingers into the solid flesh.

"Damn," Miguel groaned, "You are so fucking gorgeous, man I wanna fucking eat you."

Passion surged again and once again their bodies pressed together as one, rolling over on the bed, off the bed onto the floor, kissing, licking, biting, their cocks oozing pre-cum in their shorts. Then they were on their feet, frantically unlacing each other's board shorts until Miguel shoved Chad on the bed and fell beside him, lying in the opposite direction.

Now facing each other's bulges their fingers worked to loosen the shorts even more until they were able to pull out the rigid cock, and they both started to lick. "Beautiful cock, dude," Chad murmured as he licked the shaft. And then, as if to a silent command, they clamped their mouths over each other's cock and swallowed them, their heads pounding up and down, sucking feverishly.

They were both so close to their climax that Miguel suddenly pulled his head back. "No, not yet, doc ... don't cum yet." They separated and stood up, panting hard, eyes gleaming, circling each other like muscle-pumped wrestlers looking for an opening.

They grinned at each other and Chad made a grab for Miguel's open shorts. "I wanna see you naked, stud," Chad growled and soon they were tugging at each other's shorts. Chad dropped to his knees and yanked Miguel's shorts down and off. He stood up and started whipping the shorts across Miguel's flexed chest.

Miguel laughed, "So that's the game, eh, big guy?" He darted behind Chad, pushed down his shorts rolled them into a rope and faced him. Butt naked now they circled each other laughing like teenagers in a towel flicking contest. They whipped each other's chest and back, aiming the hardest lashes at their asses that flexed under the blows as they howled in mock pain.

In a sudden lightning move, Miguel got behind Chad and wrapped the shorts round his neck. Chad pulled frantically at the coiled fabric as Miguel pulled him down on his knees. But Chad seized back the advantage by grabbing Miguel's leg and yanking so hard he fell sprawling on the bed. Chad was on him instantly and a wrestling match was inevitable.

It was a homoerotic fantasy, lit by the sun streaming through the open windows, as the two naked muscle-gods wrestled over the bed and floor, crashing into furniture in a churning mass of rippling muscles, now gleaming with sweat.

From here it could go in only one direction and when Chad was kneeling astride Miguel, leaning forward and pinning his wrists to the bed, they paused for breath, panting hard and smiling into each other's eyes. "Fuck me, man," Miguel said. "Dude, I really wanna feel your dick in my ass. I've been thinking about it all day."

"So why did you put me through all this shit, buddy? I wanted to fuck you right from the start."

"You never heard of foreplay, doc?" That made them both laugh as Chad pulled back on his knees, spat in his palm and stroked his cock.

Now that the moment had come it felt so normal as to be almost anticlimactic. This was not two horny guys driven by raw lust to fuck. These were two men who had quickly become friends, they had talked and exchanged ideas about their jobs, they had walked on the beach together and then indulged their sexual energy in a wild romp where they had played, kissed, laughed and admired each other as equals.

They could have cum many times but they had saved it for this moment. Chad pushed Miguel's legs back and pressed the tip of his wet cock against his ass. "This feels so right, buddy, just perfect." Gently Chad slid his cock over the sphincter and pushed it deep inside the swarthy Hispanic, staring into his dark seductive eyes.

He pulled back, then drove in again, faster this time and deeper, building to a rhythmic fuck that had them both groaning in ecstasy. "You look so fucking hot like that, doc," Miguel said. "Damn your cock feels good." Miguel stroked his own cock, slowly so as not to cum right away, which he could have at any time.

Chad too was pacing himself to delay his orgasm. He leaned forward, bent down and kissed Miguel – lovingly this time, first the lips, then easing his tongue inside and searching his mouth, while all the time making love to his ass with his cock.

Miguel's groans grew more urgent and Chad sensed he was close. So he pulled his head back, straightened up and said, "Don't cum, Miguel, not like that. I want you to cum in my ass – after I've unloaded in yours." He pulled Miguel's hand off his cock, pushed both his arms back and pinned his wrists to the bed.

"Buddy," Miguel said, "do what I tell you, you're gonna love it. Ease all the way in." Chad loved this, he a sexual rookie being guided by the alpha Hispanic. He drove his cock into the warm depths of Miguel's ass and stopped. "Damn that feels good," Miguel smiled, "but here's what you're gonna do. Push a bit more. There's a thing called the inner sphincter."

"But I ..." Chad began and then suddenly felt the most amazing sensation as the head of his cock passed over the inner sphincter and came to rest in the fiery depths. "Aaagh! ... Damn that feels ... I can't ... I can't hold back. Fuck, I'm gonna shoot ... fuck ... fuck ... I love you, man ... aaagh." Chad's body shuddered, his head flew back and his shouts filled the room as his cock erupted deep in the ass of this glorious man.

"Payback time!" Miguel quickly took charge and pushed Chad off him and over on his back. Their positions reversed, Miguel plunged his cock into Chad's ass and yelled, "Mother fucker. Here it comes you sexy son of a bitch." The fuck was brief and brutal and Chad stared up in awe at the muscular Hispanic as he jackhammered his ass and howled, "Fuck you, man ... this is it ... I'm gonna cum ...fuck ... fuck ... aaagh!" His cock exploded deep in the doc's ass.

WEEKEND PLANS

When Miguel's cock had finally drained there was a sudden silence except for their panting breath as they stared at each other in disbelief. Then Miguel's face broke into a smile and they both burst out laughing with pure joy.

Miguel said, "See, I told you, buddy. Stick with me and I'll show you all the tricks of the trade. You're fucking incredible doc, my kinda dude. Man that was hot ... and we have a whole weekend ahead of us."

But as their heartbeats and heavy breathing subsided and they lay recovering in each other's arms Miguel felt Chad stiffen slightly. "What's up, dude? I do something wrong?"

"No, buddy, it's me. It was too perfect ... you're too perfect. See, there's something you should know about me. I'm the kinda buttoned-down guy who imagines falling in love and living with his partner in a house with wisteria over the door. I'm sitting with my man and our golden retriever in front of the fire and ... and here's the rub ... we only make love to each other, no one else. We're monogamous."

He smiled at Miguel. "And buddy, the man on the couch with me is a man exactly like you, someone I can relate to, talk to, love, admire and make love to – a lot. But back in the real world you have a lover, Zack, and all you guys screw around like a great big loving family. Both images, both ways of life, are perfect, but I can't see a way of reconciling the two."

"I get what you're saying, Chad, and in another life I would be honored to be the man on that couch, sharing a home, a life – and a golden retriever. Man, I knew when I first laid eyes on you that I wanted you, but I didn't know just how much until I got to know you better."

"So what happens now, dude?"

"What happens now is we take it all one step at a time. We have a great weekend ahead of us and we can play, love and fuck to our hearts content. And right now we gotta get back to those boys of ours."

"Jesus yeah," Chad said. "I swore to Randy I would take care of young Will. He's been having a rough time lately and I love the boy. He's the kind of kid you wanna wrap your arms around and kiss and nurture. I wanna give him the best time possible here."

"And while you're taking care of Will, doc, I gotta take care of my boy Finn, though in a different way – no nurturing hugs. You heard that stunt he was pulling on the drive up here. It's a game he plays, trying to rile me up like an arrogant young hustler, hoping I'll punish him by reaming his ass."

"You're lucky that's all it takes," Chad grinned.

"Ah, but not this time, doc. I have to keep showing him who's boss. He wants a fuck? Well, that's just what he's not gonna get. There are more ways to knock the arrogance out of a young tough guy like Finn and making him beg, and I'm the guy to do it," Miguel smiled. "Matter of fact I'll enjoy it."

Chad laughed. "One way and another this is shaping up to be quite a weekend – action-packed and fun-filled as they say"

Miguel kissed him. "I'd say it's already started, doc."

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 495

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