Subject: “A Trial Of Strength” – Part 131 by Rob Williams A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 131 By Rob Williams IN THIS CHAPTER: Three masters, two boys, lots of booze. Mark grins, “Hmm, three horny guys, two hungry asses. Get ready, boys.” Jamie and Nate can’t wait to get group fucked. But Hassan gets too rough with Jamie and Mark growls, “I said that’s enough, Hassan. Don’t make me hurt you buddy. You know I can.” Later, Lloyd’s obsession with Hassan boils over. “Come on, stud, take my ass… it’s all yours, soldier.” ***************** A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – CHAPTER 131 � “Of Lust Lloyd did wait for Hassan to come home each day and watched as the tall, muscular Marine strode across the garden until he disappeared over the hill to his house. He drooled over the finely sculpted face and the olive-skinned muscles glinting in the last rays of the sun. Sometimes, if Steve wasn’t home, Lloyd pulled out his cock and beat his meat as he gazed at Hassan, shooting his load just as the soldier disappeared from view. Well, he may have disappeared from view but not from Lloyd’s imagination. Far from diminishing, as Steve had hoped, Lloyd’s obsession grew and he was thrilled when one day Hassan came to tell him of a few glitches in the house that needed attention … a dripping tap, a broken light switch, a door that stuck. “I’ll get right on it, man,” Lloyd had said and he meant it. The next day while Hassan was at work Lloyd used his owner’s key to go into Hassan’s house. He stood inside and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent, the redolence, the very essence of the man. It took him no time to fix the problems, then he stood by the rumpled, unmade bed, and his fantasy of standing over Hassan came back to him. But now he was actually there, and his cock stiffened as he stared down at the discarded clothes scattered everywhere. Then his heart missed a beat. He saw the same gray undershorts he had visualized in his fantasy. They were there, on the bed, wrinkled, probably stained with the man’s juices. He picked them up, pressed them to his face and inhaled deeply the faint smell of the soldier’s cum and piss stains. He threw them back down on the bed and imagined Hassan wearing them, pulling out his cock and masturbating, splashing his cum onto the shorts. Lloyd’s head was spinning and he had no choice. He too pulled out his cock and stroked it, just like in his fantasy picturing Hassan lying beneath him, waiting for Lloyd to blast his juice over him. So Lloyd did. He busted his load, throwing his head back and moaning, “Hassan!” Diyarbakır Escort His heart was pounding as he came to his senses. He looked back down and saw not Hassan, but the rumpled sheets and the gray shorts, all smothered with his cum. Frantically he picked up the shorts and used them to wipe up the semen from the sheets. He stuffed the shorts in his pocket and quickly left, locking the door behind him. **************** As Lloyd had mentioned at the beginning, the landscaping round the cottage needed work and Lloyd had suggested to Hassan that they start work on it together right away. So it was that a week later they were both on their hands and knees, pulling up weeds and scrub and planting new shrubs. They were both shirtless, sweating in the hot sun. Lloyd was in worn jeans and Hassan in an old torn pair of military fatigues that he kept for messy jobs like this. At one point Hassan stood up and began tearing off the smaller branches of a tree they were going to uproot. Lloyd `s sweat now was caused not so much by the sun as by the sight of the magnificent body, the muscles flexing and straining as he worked. Lloyd’s heart was beating so hard he could hear it, and his cock pressed against his pants, straining for release. He looked up at Hassan and decided to go for broke. He cleared his throat and, trying to control his voice, he said, “You know, Hassan, you are one of the most beautiful guys I’ve ever seen. I gotta confess that every time I see you … hell, even think about you … my cock gets hard and … well … I fantasize about you fucking me.” Hassan looked down at him and smiled. “See this, Lloyd?” nodding down to the obvious huge bulge in his pants. “You have pretty much the same effect on me. Shit, you’re a hot-looking stud yourself and, ever since I first saw you all those weeks ago, I’ve wondered what it would be like to fuck that ass of yours. Of course, I smother the thought `cause I see how you and Steve are and I’d never do anything to interfere with that. It’s a rule of mine … never mess with other guys’ relationships. I’ve been burned like that before.” “Oh, that’s not a problem with us,” Lloyd laughed, lying instinctively. “We pretty much have an open relationship. Hell, Steve has been fucked by his own brother Randy, and Randy has let Steve fuck his boy Pablo. No, there’s no problem there, man … no problem at all.” Hassan gazed down at the architect whose flawless physique was streaked with earth and sweat. He hesitated, mulling over Lloyd’s words, then decided Diyarbakır Escort Bayan to accept them at face value. “Well in that case…” he grinned. “You should have told me earlier.” He kicked off his boots, dropped his pants and his huge cock sprang to attention. Lloyd gasped as he looked up at the naked Marine and frantically yanked off his boots and jeans. He lay back naked on the bare earth, stroking his cock as he gazed up at the muscle-god towering over him. Hassan feel to his knees, pulled up Lloyd’s legs and, with the frenzy of raw lust, pushed his rod into Lloyd’s hungry ass, deeper and deeper until it sank into the depth of his gut. Lloyd almost passed out, but he took a gulp of air and steadied himself by gazing into Hassan’s slanted dark eyes. He was hypnotized. “Oh, man, you’re inside my ass. It feels incredible, man. Yeah, come on, stud, fuck my ass… it’s all yours, soldier. Fuck me … ” Hassan smiled down at him and Lloyd heard his lilting accented voice. “Now, Lloyd, you will know how it feels when Hassan takes possession of a man’s ass. No man ever forgets that.” The fuck was classic Hassan, a slow, gentle massaging of the membrane, followed by a brutal pounding taking the man to the brink, then lapsing back into tender love-making. Lloyd was flying, spiraling into a world he had imagined so many times, but whose reality was far more intoxicating than any fantasy he could conjure. Hassan was a master fuck, a beautiful, stunning muscle-god who was inside him, hammering him, making love to him. Lloyd looked up at the gorgeous face, sweat streaming down over the dark brow, high cheek bones and square jaw, down the neck and dripping onto the solid mounds of his sculpted chest. Lloyd felt like he was hallucinating. It wasn’t real … couldn’t be … and yet there he was, impaled on the soldier’s huge rod, the gleaming muscles flexing as he pistoned into his ass. They spectacular fuck went on and on … for Lloyd there was no time or space. But they could not hold back their climax forever. Finally, again, Hassan’s voice … “Now you will feel my juice deep in your body, Lloyd, and you will show me how much you desire me. Let me see, Lloyd … now!” Lloyd felt the huge cock shudder in his ass and blast semen deep inside him. “I love you, Hassan,” he screamed as he saw his own cum spurt in a high curve, then splash down over the heaving body of the glorious man who had possessed him at last. When their heartbeats slowed Lloyd said urgently, “Don’t pull out, man. I Escort Diyarbakır want to feel your cock inside me. Hassan smiled, fell forward and together they rolled over in the dirt, coming to rest folded together, joined by Hassan’s cock that still pulsed inside Lloyd’s ravaged ass. ***************** Steve had just got home and was wondering where Lloyd was. He knew he wasn’t working today, but maybe he had gone out. He pulled open a drawer of Lloyd’s desk to see if his car keys were there. They were … but so was something else. Steve frowned and pulled out a pair of crumpled gray shorts. They were not Lloyd’s he knew that, so … He raised them to his nose and …”whew!” … they reeked of cum. But more than that, they smelled of … Hassan …. they were Hassan’s!” It was like a blow to the gut. Steve reeled as he imagined all the scenarios that could have led to this. Enough was enough. Now he knew where Lloyd was and he stumbled out of the house, across the garden to the lip of the hill. He looked down … and stood rooted to the spot. Way below, by the cottage, Lloyd and Hassan were lying naked in the dirt. Hassan’s arms were wrapped round Lloyd and … “Jesus!” … his cock was still in his ass. Steve had not been seen and he stumbled away, round the house to the garage. He yanked open his car door, fell in and drove blindly away. As he sped along Mulholland, swerving round the curves of the winding hilltop road, he struggled to get control of his reeling thoughts. “Come on, man,” he said out loud to himself, “get a grip. You’re a therapist, for god’s sake. `Physician heal thyself’.” That phrase made him smile grimly and brought him back to earth. Suddenly he knew there was only one place he could go. His relationship with Lloyd was in ruins and he needed family. He needed Bob’s calm wisdom and the strength of his own brother Randy. He suddenly had an image of Bob’s smiling, sympathetic face, felt his comforting arm round his shoulder. And Randy … well, he wasn’t so sure about that. Randy, his over-protective older brother, fiercely loyal, but quick to anger … terrible in his anger. His reaction would be … Oh what the hell, never mind. Steve was hurting, confused, and he needed them both … no matter what happened next. ************** TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” … Part 132 Hi, guys, this is Rob Williams. I hope that chapter got you off, and I welcome your comments and suggestions, which can be very helpful in planning future chapters. E-mail me in confidence at rw6789@aol. I always reply. ALSO, I urge you to visit my Web-site gth. You can read the whole story, all the many chapters, with extras, including some great artwork. Click on the `Our Story’ tab to read the current chapter, or click on the green button to browse all the chapter synopses. Enjoy! Rob Williams