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Subject: “A Trial Of Strength” – Part 595 by Rob Williams A TRIAL OF STRENGTH � PART 595 by Rob Williams CHAPTER 595 � “THE GYPSY and Will was wrapped in the brawny arms of his stepdad Seth, feeling much relieved about his best pal Ben. As for Ben himself in Palm Springs, he had worked late with Larry in his workshop and they had managed to get through a surprising number of bike repairs. With huge relief Larry had called his impatient customers with the good news that they could pick up their bikes at last. Of course, Ben was supercharged with the prospect of seeing his man Jason the next day, after a four-week absence. He was so excited during dinner that Mike, after a quick word with Larry, asked Ben if he would like to sleep with them. Ben jumped at the chance, knowing that if he slept alone he would toss and turn with excitement and barely sleep at all. And he wanted to look his best for Jason. As he lay between Uncle Mike and Larry, Ben smiled to himself. After the shock of his brutal rejection by Randy, and his lonely, tearful drive out here to the desert, who would have thought that, barely twelve hours later, he would be feeling so warm and happy, and so excited over what tomorrow would bring. THE HERO RETURNS Next morning Ben and Larry woke early and brought breakfast in bed to Mike. “Hey,” Mike laughed, “I’m gonna keep coming back to this hotel. What’s not to like? Room service from two gorgeous young men. Come join me, boys, and tell me what’s on the agenda today.” “Jason,” they chorused and sat on the bed, helping themselves to food from the tray. “What time’s he due in at the airport, Ben?” “Two o’clock, sir. Before I go to meet him and welcome him back, I’m gonna work as long as I can with Larry at the workshop.” He grinned. “Then Larry’s giving me the afternoon off so I can … you know …” “Welcome him back?” Mike grinned. “Hey, listen, I had an idea. You know that guestroom we built a few years ago out in the garden? It’s actually more like a guest cottage, with a small living room, kitchen bedroom and bath. We planned it for when guys like Bob and Randy come out here for a short vacation, and Randy himself supervised some of the construction, so you know it’s top quality. “We haven’t used it often up till now, but now that we have a real life hero coming to decompress on a two-week vacation, the cottage is a natural � provided he has someone to take care of him. Preferably someone cute … like, say, a sexy gypsy boy who can take care of all his needs. Do we know anyone like that?” “That’s a terrific idea, sir,” Larry said. “Jason can stay quietly on his own if he wants to, and when he feels like being sociable he’s just across the garden from us. After all, he’s been through a really rough time, I can’t begin to imagine, so he might be a bit shell-shocked mentally as well as physically exhausted. What do you think Ben?” “Sounds perfect,” Ben beamed, “thank you, sir. Should I go and get it ready for him?” “Nah,” Mike said. “I’ll do that while you two are at the workshop, `cos I know where the supplies are. Before you go though, Larry, take Ben and show him the place so he knows what’s what.” Ben leaned over to hug and kiss Uncle Mike. Larry brought in a -looking shirt for Ben. “We’ll take this with us, kiddo, for you to change into. Can’t meet your man looking like a grease monkey, can you?” Ben was wearing jeans and the old, torn, grease-stained T-shirt he always wore to work. The boys went across the grounds to inspect the cottage, and after a few minutes they left in Ben’s truck. Mike grinned after them, happy to see young Ben so excited after the trauma he went through yesterday. It was hard for Ben to concentrate on work but he knew he had to as they had only made a dent in the pile of bikes waiting for attention. The urgent ones of the most demanding customers had been collected yesterday so the pressure was off, but Ben wanted to get through as many as possible before he took the rest of the day off. He found that getting immersed in the work he loved helped his concentration and time flew by. In fact they lost track of time until Larry said, “Hey kiddo, you should be off. The airport’s only five miles Çeşme Escort away but don’t forget you gotta give yourself time to park, that can take a while.” “Oh shit I forgot about parking. I mustn’t be late, gotta be there to meet him. Sorry, dude, gotta run.” He dropped his tools and rushed out of the workshop. Larry smiled, then noticed the new shirt Ben had forgotten about. He grabbed it and ran out waving it. “Hey Ben, you forgot …” But Ben’s truck was already racing down the road. Larry had given him easy directions � straight up Route 111 � and anyway there were signs to the airport, but when he got there parking was a bit complicated. He finally found a slot, got out and ran to the terminal. He caught sight of his reflection in the plate-glass window and muttered, “Oh shit.” He had forgotten the smart shirt, and he looked exactly like the grease monkey Larry had warned against, with his torn greasy shirt and oil smudges on his face. Too late to do anything about that now, he thought, and ran up to the Southwest ticket counter. “Ma’am, is the flight from Sacramento in yet?” “Coming in to land now,” the agent said, smiling at the grease-stained youngster. “Gate Nine.” He ran in the direction she had pointed and saw a cluster of people at the gate waiting to board the outbound flight. The plane taxied to the gate and stopped, the jet-bridge jerked to its door and there was an agonizing wait until the passengers started to come down the jetway. There seemed to be so many, none of them Jason. He started to panic … was he at the wrong gate? Did he have the wrong time … or day? Had Jason missed the flight? Then suddenly there he was, one of the last, striding down the jetway dressed in his black uniform pants, belted at his slim waist, and black uniform shirt with badges and patches. With a backpack slung over his shoulder he looked stunning to Ben, who had a sudden shyness attack. “Hello, sir.” “Hey, have you seen a well-dressed young man I was supposed to meet here? I know he would dress up to greet me. Guess he didn’t come. Ah well, what the hell, you’re a grubby, greasy- looking kid but sexy as all get out. What say I forget the smart kid? Can you take me home with you instead?” Ben laughed, his shyness gone as Jason wrapped his arms round him and hugged him tight. “Sorry for the clothes, sir, but …’ “Hey, wouldn’t have you any other way, kiddo, you look good enough to eat. And I might do just that when I get you home � after I’ve cleaned you up a bit.” “Can I kiss you, sir? Prob’ly not here, eh?” “Ah, best not. Not until I get you in the car. Lead the way, sexy.” Jason had no checked luggage so Ben led him out of the terminal and across the parking lot. They reached the truck, and as soon as they got in Jason leaned over and smothered him in a grinding kiss. When at last he pulled away he said, “And there’s a lot more where that came from. Where are you taking me anyway?” “To Uncle Mike’s, sir, and you’re gonna love it. Him and Larry have this … guest cottage they call it … in their garden, and they’re letting us use it. It’s like a little house � kitchen, bath everything, and air-conditioned so it’s nice and cool.” “Yeah, cool is good,” Jason said in a faraway voice. “Er, how are you feeling, sir?” “Ben, I am totally bushed. I fell asleep on the plane and they had to wake me up when we landed � that’s why I was almost the last one off. Now I feel I could sleep for two days straight.” He paused with a faraway look in his eyes. “Kiddo, do you think when we get there I could go straight to this `cottage’ without saying hi to Mike? I don’t wanna be impolite, but right now I can’t face anyone, don’t feel like socializing. Except with you, kid.” “Of course, sir. Mike said you must do whatever you want, and don’t do anything you don’t want to. Would you like to be left alone, sir?” “Except for you, Ben. I want you with me, I gotta have you.” There was a kind of muted panic in his voice that concerned Ben. “When they got to the house Mike did not come out to the gate, as he usually did � his way of not crowding Jason. They got out of the truck, Jason grabbed his backpack and Ben led him across Çeşme Escort Bayan the extensive grounds to the cottage standing quietly in the shade of trees. They went in and Jason sighed, “Perfect.” Ben led the way to the bedroom and said, “Would you like to go to bed right now, sir?” “Oh yeah, I’ve been dreaming of a real bed for weeks, rather than those cots we used up there.” “Let me help you, sir. Ben knelt on the floor, unlaced Jason’s black uniform boots and eased them off, while Jason unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged it off and tossed it over a chair. Ben stared up at the muscular torso he knew so well, reached up and stroked his bare ripped abs and chest. He lowered his hands to unbuckle his belt but Jason said. “Wait a minute Ben, let me look at you. He ran his hands through Ben’s shaggy black hair. “So beautiful. If you knew how many times I’ve wanted to do this. I needed you so bad, kiddo.” There was another pause, and then … “Ben there is one thing you could do for me before I hit the sack. See, up there in the … all our energy went into the job. There was never any thought of sex. I haven’t even whacked off for four weeks. But I’m real tense and I think it might help me relax if …” “Say no more, sir. I’m your boy.” Ben unbuckled Jason’s belt, pulled open his pants and pulled them and his shorts down, letting his cock spring out. It was rock hard with pre-cum already oozing from it. Ben could tell it was ready to blow with the juice that had been building for weeks. There was no time to lose. He licked the pre-cum, then the head of his cock, then opened his mouth wide and felt Jason push his thick cock deep inside him. Ben gave silent thanks to his pal Eddie who had taught him all the skills that go into sucking cock and taking it deep without choking. While he sucked he reached up, stroked the fireman’s bare chest and tweaked his nipples hard in his fingertips. “Oh yeah,” Jason gasped. He clamped his hands on Ben’s head and forced his mouth down and up his cock. “I’ve missed this so bad, kid, missed you. Fuck, that feels so that that I can’t hold back, I gotta cum. It’s been building for so long. I’m gonna cum in your mouth, Ben. Swallow it, boy … swallow all of it … yeaaah!” Jason’s sperm blasted in his boy’s mouth with such force it almost knocked Ben’s head back. But he kept sucking and gulping hard, swallowing every last drop until the cock stopped shuddering and slowly pulled out of his mouth. Jason pulled Ben up, wrapped his arms tight round him and kissed him, sucking his own juice out of Ben’s mouth. There were tears in Jason’s eyes as he said softly, “Dude, I’ve missed you so bad. Night after night, tense and lonely, I dreamed of you, but when I woke up and reached over for you, you weren’t there, it was just a dream. But you’re gonna sleep with me now right?” “Of course I am, sir. And whenever you wake up, I’ll be there, always.” Jason let go of him and Ben pulled the covers back on the bed. “Your bed awaits, sir.” Jason dropped his pants, stepped out of them, and fell naked on the bed, on his back. “Oh, that feels so damn good. But there’s one last thing, Ben. It was rude of me not to at least say hi to Mike. Could you just run over there and explain that I was so bushed, I …” “Yes, sir, I was thinking of that myself.” And when you get back I’ll probably have dozed off, but I’ll know when you slide in bed with me and I put my arms round you.” Jason closed his eyes and Ben stared down at the beautiful man he had missed for so many weeks. Then he ran quietly out of the room and across the garden. NO DREAM THIS TIME Mike was in the living room going over his bar’s accounts, and he looked up and smiled. “So he’s home safe and sound, eh?” “Yes, sir, but he asked me to come and apologize for not coming to …” “Hey, kiddo, what did I tell you? While Jason’s here he must do whatever he wants. There’ll be plenty of time for hellos later on. How is he? Tired I bet.” “Completely exhausted, sir. All he wanted was bed … er, and, er …” “Let me guess. Hasn’t had sex for weeks and needed to bust his load … in your mouth right?” “How did you guess, sir?” “Easy … got Escort Çeşme jizz on your chin, kiddo. Here let me …” He wiped Ben’s face. “And how did you find him otherwise?” Ben frowned. “I dunno, sir, there was this faraway look in his eyes, and his voice sometimes. Oh, he wanted me real bad, but still there was this distant look …” “Ben, before you go back to him I wanna tell you a couple a’ things to expect. No-one can imagine the hellish scene up there in the midst of those fires � the things he’s seen, the fear he’s felt. My guess is his exhaustion is mental as well as physical. And that distance you noticed? It wouldn’t surprise me if he has some level of PTSD … post-traumatic syndrome. “All those weeks he’s trained himself to suppress his natural emotions � his fear, his tension � as they would interrupt his focus on the job he had to do. But now the nightmare is over, he’s safe, back in the real world, and he can finally give way to all those feelings.” “You yourself had your own trauma yesterday when the brother you love seemed to reject you. And how did you react? You suppressed you despair and gritted your teeth. Bravely, defiantly, you stormed off and hit the road for a long, lonely drive. And when you got here I put my arms around you, you felt safe, and you unleashed all those pent-up feelings and sobbed in my arms. “That’s kind of what Jason’s doing now. Oh, not sobbing, maybe, but certainly taking you in his arms. He loves you, you represent tenderness and safety, the reverse of what he’s experienced up north. His instinct now is to shut down and stop thinking about the past, which accounts for the vacant look in his eyes. All he wants now is to fall asleep with the boy he loves.” “Yes, sir, I get it. And I haven’t told him about Randy and all that stuff.” “So don’t. He’s got enough to deal with, he needs peace, not anger at what Randy did. He thinks you came here to help Larry out at work, which is true, so we’ll leave it at that right now. “There’s one other thing before you run back to him. As I said, he doesn’t want to think about the past, least of all talk about it. But the time will come when he does want to purge his demons and tell someone of everything he went through. But he won’t do that with you, Ben. He always wants to stay strong in your eyes, the tough firefighter, and he feels he might seem weak when he confesses his fears and failings. These last weeks he’s been taking orders from authority figures in that hellish place. And now that he’s back in the real world, eventually he’ll mostly likely seek out an older authority figure to pour out his feelings to. I hope that man will be me. “In my years as a bar owner I’ve seen many men who’ve gone through something traumatic. First thing they do is hit the bar. I make sure they don’t crawl into a bottle and drown their sorrows in booze. But I do let them talk … and talk and talk. And if that’s what Jason wants, I’ll be here for him, the same way you’ll be there for him now in his bed.” “Thank you for explaining all that, sir. But right now I should be getting back to him. He said he needs me a whole lot.” “Oh, Ben, right now Jason wants you more than anything else in the world. Here, let me wipe those oil-streaks from your face. Good, now go get your ass in that bed. Go on, scoot.” Ben hugged Mike, then ran out of the house, across the garden and into the bedroom where Jason was lying with his eyes closed. Ben pulled off his shirt, kicked off his boots and pulled down his pants. He lay down naked next to Jason and rested his face on his chest. Jason curled his hand round his boy’s head and murmured drowsily. “Hello kid … hmm, I’ve dreamed of this moment.” “But when you wake up, sir, this time I won’t disappear like a dream. I’ll still be right here.” TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” � Chapter 596 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. Nifty needs your donations to provide these thousands of wonderful stories. So please go to fty/donate.html and donate what you can. All the other writers and I thank you.