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Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 555 by Rob Williams A TRIAL OF STRENGTH ? PART 555 by Rob Williams Chapter 555 ? "THE COP and the Marine Hassan and his boy Eddie. Larry asked, "Do you think Hassan and Mark will go out to Hassan's little old house way out there in the dunes?" "And spend all their time in the basement," Bob said, "otherwise known as the dungeon. Those guys go back a long way as most of you know ? way back to the Mid-East war where Mark, then an army corporal, was captured and interrogated by the Arab Hassan. They fell in love/lust and, after the war, Hassan followed Mark to this country and they've been kind of replaying that scene ever since." "With a little help from their friends?" Larry asked hopefully. "It's been known," Bob smiled. "It used to be a private affair, but a few guys have seen it. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if Eddie and his camera intruded on the scene." "He won't be the only one," Larry said with a wicked grin. ========= CHAPTER 555 ========= DRIVING WHILE HORNY The prospect of a trip out to Uncle Mike's Palm Springs home was especially welcome to the handsome motorcycle cop Mark and his boy, the young surfer jock Jamie. Although they lived together at the tribe's compound, they had not seen much of each other lately. Jamie had been busy at his exciting new job, working on the movie of their friend, the heart-throb movie action-star Grady. After three successful Tarzan movies Grady had been cast to star in a lifeguard movie as the squad captain. So many scenes took place at the beach that they needed an expert surfer to take charge of all the surfing action that involved Grady, the cast and many extras. Grady had suggested Jamie, who was thrilled to land the job of a lifetime. But it meant many long days at the Malibu beach location. On back-to-back days of shooting it was more convenient to have the principals stay at a Malibu hotel rather than drive across the city, and come back to the location at dawn. So Mark spent nights alone (and horny) for the first time since Jamie became his boy. On the night before they were due to leave for Mike's Palm Springs home, Mark had pulled a night shift so it was Jamie who had spent the night alone (and horny for his cop). Next morning Jamie had got up early, packed up their gear and some food. "God, I missed you, Jamie," Mark said when he came in at last. "With that bike throbbing between my legs all night I had a permanent hard-on under my uniform, thinking of you just like that, in your board shorts and that old tank of yours." Just then young Eddie ran in. "Hey, you guys ready? Hassan and me have been waiting for you so we could drive out together." Eddie, who also worked on Grady's film, as an assistant cameraman, was the boy of the rugged Arab Marine Hassan, and they too had been apart a lot lately for the same reason as Jamie and Mark. "We're all packed up and ready to rumble, sir," Jamie grinned. "OK," Mark said. "I won't stop to change out of this uniform, as long as you've packed my clothes, Jamie. Besides," he grinned, "the uniform helps a lot if we get pulled over speeding. Let's hit the road, guys." They went out through the gate where Hassan was waiting by his jeep, wearing his habitual military fatigue pants, a khaki tank top stretched over his muscular torso, and a sleeveless denim shirt over that. "Hey, stud, you just get home?" he said to Mark. They shook hands and pulled each other into a tight man-hug. It went on so long that Eddie and Jamie swapped smiles, both already imagining the cop and the soldier together in Hassan's little old house way out in the dunes, indulging their macho lust in the basement dungeon as they had done so often in the past. "OK, soldier," Mark said as they separated at last. "You and Eddie wanna follow Jamie and me in your jeep?" It was agreed two vehicles was the best arrangement so they wouldn't be car-dependent in the desert. Plus both men needed a chance to catch up on talking to their boys, as there had been so little chance lately. And so, the two-vehicle convoy set off, Mark's truck followed by Hassan's military jeep. As they swung onto the 10 Freeway headed east Mark heaved a contented sigh and rested a hand on Jamie's thigh. "Damn this feels good, Jamie. I miss our routine where I would get home from a shift, you'd be waiting for me naked on the bed and ... well, you remember the rest ... don't you?" "Sir," there are some things you never forget ... how could I? At the beach around six o'clock each day when the director yells cut, I jump off my board, run off behind a rock and rub one out thinking of you coming through the door in that uniform." "I'm glad to hear it." Mark chuckled. "So how's the job going, dude? Still having fun?" "Sir, it's the most exciting thing I've ever done ? except getting butt-fucked by you. "The director calls me his surfer-wrangler. It's such a challenge ? picture it, a dozen or more surfers who all have to rise up on the swell at the same time, jump on their boards and ride the wave in together. The timing has to be perfect. If we miss it and have to go for another take it takes ages to set it all up again and, as they keep telling us, time is money." "Is this director guy pleased with you?" "He never stops praising me sir. See, I've been riding those waves for half my life and I know every move and mood of the ocean. My only regret is it keeps me away from you so much. But one word from you and I'd give it all up in a heartbeat." "You know that ain't gonna happen, Jamie. I'm so damn proud of you. Hell, just sitting here with you I've got pre-cum oozing from my dick ? you all tanned and handsome in those lifeguard shorts stretched over you bulge." "I could suck you off if you like, sir." "Nah, I need more than that, boy. You know what I want. Not sure I can hold out till we get to Mike's, though." "Well, sir. There's always that old favorite of ours about half-way, out in a clump of trees." "You read my mind, dude. Won't be long before the exit." IN HASSAN'S JEEP In the jeep following them a similar conversation was unfolding. Hassan's manner was gruffer than Mark's but his meaning was the same. "Been missing you a lot kid. Like I've told you before, when I get home from the Marine base you're always the perfect antidote to all of those Marine cadets, always trying to out-macho each other. You're sexier than them too." Eddie glowed. "Thank you, sir. When I'm out at the beach I imagine you getting home and I'm not there to suck your dick or give you my butt. If you want me to stop working on the movie, I..." "Kiddo, that's the last thing I want. I was never happy when you were house manager, cleaning other guys' rooms, and now you've got this incredible job that really excites you." "It really does, sir. You know I always talk to much ? like a machine gun Brandon says ? but I think that's because I was bored a lot of the time. But when I'm working with the film crew I have to concentrate so much I hardly say a word. `Course, I'm only the junior cameraman but the DP ? director of photography, sir ? says I've got real talent, especially for those closeups I get. That's why he wants me in the boat or on the raft with the camera crews. "See, it's all in the timing. You have to, what he calls, `anticipate' what's gonna happen and where, so you're in the right place at the right time. Did I tell you, sir ? I guess I did a hundred times ? that the very first shot of Grady, introducing him to the public, is gonna be the one I got of him when he fell off his board and suddenly surfaced, laughing like crazy and looking gorgeous with water running down his face and spraying everywhere when he shook his head. "The director said they might freeze-frame that one and use it under the movie's opening credits. And they'll use stills from it in the publicity and promotion. "The wardrobe lady likes me a lot too. She gave me these red shorts I'm wearing, the same as Grady and the lifeguards wear. She said it was in case, by accident, there's a glimpse of me in one of the shots. If I'm wearing red shorts the audience will assume I'm just one of the lifeguards, and post-production won't have to edit the shot out." Suddenly Eddie stopped. "Oh, there I go again, sir ? so excited I'm talking too much." The Marine's swarthy face broke into a smile. "No, I love that about you kiddo. Those young marines think it's macho to be strong and silent, talking in grunts, so I like it when I get home and you let rip. All the time you're talking I'm deciding whether a want my dick in your mouth or in your ass." "Really, sir?" He smiled his crooked, mischievous grin. "Are you trying to decide that now, sir?" "Oh, I already know that, kid. Question is how soon? I'm wondering how long I can hold back until I cream my pants." "Sir, you know the story ? everyone else does ? that sometimes when Mark brings Jamie out here to the desert he pulls off the freeway at the same remote place and drives way out in the scrub to a bunch of trees and ... well, you get the picture, sir." "Yeah, Mark's told me about that. Are you thinking he'll do that this time?" "Well, last evening Mark worked the night shift and left home before Jamie got home from the beach. So no sex. When Mark came home this morning, Jamie was all packed and ready to go, so Mark got in his truck without even stopping to take off his uniform. No sex again for the second time. So, d'you think the cop is horny for Jamie's ass, or what? You do the math, sir." Hassan grinned at his boy and they drove on in silence until, a few miles further along the highway they saw Mark's truck slow down ahead of them and veer off on a small offramp, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. See, sir? What did I tell you? What you gonna do, sir?" "What the hell do you think, kiddo? We're gonna follow them." FOUR MEN