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Subject: “A Trial Of Strength” – Part 376 by Rob Williams A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 376 By Rob Williams CHAPTER 376 � “BOB then that sudden surge of lust in the boat where the sight of Randy had made him cum without even touching himself. But that was not enough. It seemed there was no bridge between this sterile friendship and the intense passion of the past. “I would say penny for your thoughts, buddy,” Randy said, “except I’m not sure I want to know.” “And they would cost much more than a penny,” Bob smiled weakly, `cos I’m not even sure what they are.” Randy’s very presence made it hard for Bob to think. He needed space, time alone to try to make sense of it all. Maybe he should even spend the night alone in Zack’s shack. He tapped the pocket of his shorts and suddenly jumped up. “Dammit, I’ve lost the keys. Jamie’s and Zack’s on the same key-ring.” “Must’ve dropped out in the boat,” Randy said and they went to search but found nothing. “Shit, I know what happened. I left them on the table on Zack’s patio. Fuck.” “No problem, we’ll run back down there and get them.” Bob hesitated, then said, “No Randy, it was my mistake so I’ll go. Actually, I need a little time to myself, so a run will do me good … clear the mind maybe. I won’t be long.” And with that brief word he was gone, leaving Randy more concerned than ever. No hug, no smile, no warmth. Bob wanted to be alone … now, and maybe forever?” He watched the figure of his former lover getting smaller in the distance as he ran further away … away from him. And when the small figure faded and disappeared in the distant spray mist Randy felt more bereft than he had ever felt in his life. ********************************** Contrary to his hopes Bob’s run solved nothing. Still the same churn of conflicting thoughts that he tried, and failed, to analyze. The truth dawned on him that this was not a matter of intellectual reasoning, but depth of feeling, feelings that defied analysis. Just as their first spark of love had been incomprehensible so was its flickering out. Bob knew that you can’t force feelings, can’t argue your way in and out of them. So there was nothing either of them could do. Maybe the flame was really gone, and it would take nothing less than divine intervention to rekindle it. Engrossed in thought Bob was surprised to find himself approaching Zack’s shack. He slowed down to a walk and went up onto the patio. Sure enough, there were the keys on the table where he had absent-mindedly left them, distracted as he had been by his muddled mind. He put them in his pocket, sat down and gazed out to sea. So here he was, alone, feeling totally empty. Was this the way it was going to be from here on? Maybe he should, after all, sleep the night in Zack’s shack to get a feel of what loneliness was like. No, that would be cruel to Randy. If he was to make the final break it would be face to face, agonizing as that would be. He stood up, sighed deeply, then walked down the steps. There was a sharp crack, the broken middle step collapsed, and his leg fell through. He lost his balance and wrenched himself round as his foot hit the sand under the stairs. “Aaagh.” The pain was agonizing as he lay sprawled on the steps, his right foot twisted underneath him. Despite the pain he forced himself to lean down and feel his ankle. No protruding bones, no fracture, just a badly twisted ankle � hopefully not too bad to walk on. He pulled himself up on the supporting pole of the patio and put his foot tentatively on the ground. Pain shot right up to his thigh and he fell to the sand. He tried to stand again but the pain was even worse. He knew he couldn’t walk. Instinctively he looked up for Randy � and the truth dawned on him. He was alone, it was what he had wanted. Randy was two miles away, waiting for him. And when he didn’t show up Randy would assume that he was staying the night at Zack’s, that it was all over. It was all over? “No!” he yelled to the wind. He wanted Randy here, he needed him … he needed him, suddenly more than ever before. On his knees Bob clung to the pole, feeling that his world had crashed in on him. That world where he had been happier than ever before in his life, a world where he loved and was loved, with the kind of love that `passeth all understanding’. That world had been in Technicolor � his current existence was a washed out sepia. What had he been thinking? He started Erzurum Escort to sob at the hopelessness of it all. He needed Randy, he had to get to him. He had no cell phone so there was only one way to reach him. Slowly, painfully he dragged himself down to the sea and let the cold water wash over his damaged ankle, bringing slight relief. Then he gazed into the distance, the interminable distance, and started to crawl … along the wet sand, on his belly � his eyes searching the mist for the invisible spot where Randy was waiting for him. ********************************** Randy had taken a nap, a shallow sleep bedeviled with dreams of frustration and abandonment. Something woke him with a start but when he opened his eyes he saw only the seagulls wheeling over them. Must of have been their screeching. He looked at the time. Bob must be back � maybe behind the shack at the truck. But there was no sound from there. Randy pulled himself to his feet, shaded his eyes and looked along the length of the beach. Nothing. An immense sadness swept over him. That was it. Bob must have decided to call it quits and spend the night alone at the shack. That was the only explanation, otherwise he would have been back by now. Unless … Suddenly another feeling consumed him. Trouble … Bob could be in trouble. Was it just his paranoia, his overly protective impulse, or wishful thinking that Bob had not deliberately left him? No … his sense of foreboding intensified, it was not imagined � it was real. He could almost hear Bob’s voice, an eerie sort of telepathy he had experienced in the good old days. The good old days. He wanted them back … he loved Bob, and somehow he knew that, despite all the bullshit, Bob loved him too. The real kind of love, not the watered-down `buddy’ crap they had been going through the last few days. What if Bob needed him, needed his protection? His mind raced. He could take the truck, but driving behind the dunes he would not see along the length of the beach. Only one thing to do. “Hang in there, buddy � I’m coming.” ****************************** Bob was struggling. His arms were already tired from dragging himself forward. He had tried the dry sand but that was even harder so he returned to the wet sand at water’s edge. Even so he had managed to go barely a hundred yards. Two miles to go. He paused to catch his breath and yelled in desperation “Randy,” but only the seagulls replied with their callous screech. In the past Randy had always protected him, had always folded his arms round him, made him feel safe, never threatened. He had always come when he was in trouble … and he was in trouble now. He imagined his arms round him now, imagined his deep soothing voice, imagined his eyes, those loving blue eyes that he longed to look into again. The hopelessness of his predicament sapped his energy and he dropped his head on the sand. He was not sure how long he lay there, but then something made him look up. His eyes peered into the distant mist … and he saw it … a small speck almost lost in the spray. He fixed his eyes on it, fearing that if he looked away it would disappear. But instead it grew larger … it was a man running … Randy. In his sob of relief there was confusion too. He had been so cold to Randy, so distant. How would Randy react? Just a mercy rescue that he would do for anyone? No matter … he was coming … Randy was coming. With his last reserves of adrenaline he crawled forward again frantically, trying to lessen the distance. But his ankle was throbbing, his strength failed and he again fell exhausted on his face in the sand. He must have passed out for a few seconds because the next thing he heard was, “Buddy, what happened? Don’t move … let me …” He felt hands hold him and gently push him over on his back. Bob opened his eyes and found himself staring into those mesmerizing blue eyes … eyes he loved … eyes in which he could see his own reflection … at last. “Randy,” he stammered. “I’m sorry … the things I said … the way I … I didn’t mean …” “Buddy,” came the calm, resonant voice. “I love you, I always have. I never stopped. Now tell me what happened.” Bob swallowed hard and came to his senses. “That step, the broken one. It broke, I fell. Twisted my ankle … bad sprain, can’t walk. Please, leave me here, go get the truck and come back for me.” “And leave you Erzurum Escort Bayan here alone? Hell no.” Randy had been kneeling beside him and now got up on one knee, slid his arms under Bob’s back and lifted him, pulling himself up on his feet with Bob lying in his arms. “I’ll never leave you again, Bob. You’re coming with me.” “You can’t, Randy. You can’t carry me … it’s two miles.” “I don’t care if it’s twenty fucking miles. You’re my man and I’m taking you home.” Bob sighed with infinite relief and allowed himself to relax in Randy’s strong arms. He gazed up at the resolute face, at the strong, stubbled jaw clenched in determination. Mostly Randy stared steadily ahead, but when he dropped his gaze to Bob there was a smile in his pale blue eyes. Bob was a big man, packed with solid muscle, but never once did Randy falter, never once gave in to fatigue. He didn’t even feel the weight … `he ain’t heavy, he’s my lover’. In what seemed like no time to Bob, Randy was carrying him up the steps of Jamie’s shack and laid him gently on the bed. “Now let’s take a look at that foot.” He prodded it, Bob groaned, and Randy said, “Yeah, nasty sprain like you said. It’ll be sore for a few days is all. I’ll care of it.” He grabbed one of his own T-shirts from the bed and tore it into strips that he ran under the cold tap, squeezed out and wound carefully and expertly round Bob’s foot and ankle. “That’s better, a cold compress. Now for your medicine.” From a box on the floor he pulled out the brandy bottle the twins had loaded in their supplies. He poured a large one for Bob, and for himself, and they clinked glasses. “Many Happy Returns, Bob,” Randy grinned and they drank deeply. When they had drained their glasses Bob began, “Randy, I …” “No, buddy, be quiet. No more talk, no more bullshit. I’m in charge now and � first things first � I’m gonna make love to you … I mean really make love. It’s about time.” “But …” “But nothing. I won’t hurt you. Matter of fact I won’t ever hurt you again. Well,” he grinned, “I’ll do my level best. And don’t worry about the foot. It should be raised up anyway … so I’ll raise it.” In fact he raised both of them, carefully, and hooked Bob’s legs over his shoulders. Then he reached in his backpack for a jar of lube. “Yeah, me and lube,” he grinned. “Not something you see every day of the week. But this is a special occasion … and I’m doing my best not to hurt you � like I promised.” He dipped his fingers in the lube and greased up his cock. “See, hard already. It was hard all the way along the beach. The thought of pushing it on your ass is what kept me going.” The man was amazing. It was as if the shackles of shame that had restrained him these last days had fallen away and he was free to be Randy, with that self-confidence bordering on arrogance that Bob had come to love. “OK, buddy, we’ll forget that bullshit mercy fuck you asked me to give you last night. The real thing’s been a while, but you remember the drill. Look into my eyes.” Bob already was … staring into the hypnotic blue eyes set in the chiseled gypsy features that radiated sex appeal. Suddenly Bob’s sepia world turned to Technicolor, like Dorothy stepping out of her monochrome house into the dazzling colors of Oz, he thought to himself. His own sense of humor and whimsy had returned. The full enormity of his obstinate pride hit him and he said, “Randy, I’m so sorry that I … “Hey, that’ll be enough of that. No more sorry, no more regrets, no more fuckin bullshit. I love you man � can’t live without you. And you can’t live without me. Look at the mess you just got yourself into. So you’re gonna stay with me even if I have to chain you to the wall.” “Promise, promises …” “Yeah, well that’ll have to wait. Right now I’m gonna make love to you, win you back. And it goes something like this.” He pushed his cock between Bob’s ass cheeks and slowly, gently, eased it inside him. Bob breathed deeply and his heart beat faster as he felt his lover’s thick shaft sliding inside him, deeper and deeper until it came to rest and he felt Randy’s wiry pubic hair pressing against his butt. “Back where it belongs,” Randy smiled, keeping his cock buried deep “Let me look at you, you gorgeous hunk.” And they did look, barely blinking, staring deep into each other’s eyes. And it was back � the magic was back. They saw themselves reflected Escort Erzurum in each other’s eyes, reflected endlessly like infinity mirrors as they gazed into each other, soul-deep. “Stuff like this don’t go away, buddy,” Randy said in his deep, gentle voice. “You can’t kill this ever … even if I sometimes do a damn good job of trying,” he grinned. “Man, you and me, when we found each other all those years ago, that was it, forever. Sure, we have our ups and downs, but this … this will never go away. Nor will this …” He pulled his cock slowly all the way back, paused, then eased it in again gently so Bob felt it filling his ass, inch by inch by inch. Randy leaned forward and Bob reached up and touched the dark gypsy face, from the neck, over the stubbled chin, the high cheekbones, the eyes, forehead, and then ran his hands through the long black hair. “I love you Randy, of course I do. How could I ever think it had stopped? All that other stuff is in a different world. This is our world, the real world, and we’re gonna live here always. Kiss me, Randy. Kiss me like you always did.” Randy lowered his face and their lips met. With his tongue, Randy opened Bob’s mouth and sealed it with his, so they were breathing the same air, back and forth, a kiss of life. And all the time Randy’s cock moved in and out, caressing the tender membrane of the ass he worshipped. At last Randy pulled his mouth back and smiled again into his lover’s eyes. “This is all it takes, buddy. Just this. He stopped still, his cock buried deep, and said again, “This is all it takes, Bob. Look at me … make me cum in your ass … make me cum.” He gazed into the soft brown eyes … and he was right, that’s all it took. “I’m gonna cum … here it is, buddy …” Bob pressed his palms on Randy’s chest and said simply, “I love you, Randy.” It was like a still life, two beautiful men staring into each other’s eyes, the only movement a slight blink as Randy poured his semen inside Bob, and Bob’s juice spurted upward and splashed onto Randy’s heaving chest. And still it poured out, as if the love they had been suppressing finally came alive in the stillness of this small room where the only sounds were their deep sighs, and the distant hiss of waves breaking on the shore. ************************************ They lay in each other’s arms for a long time, and no words were spoken. They didn’t want to break the spell. But they both knew now that the spell was unbreakable, no matter how often their human frailties made them stumble. Finally Bob stirred and smiled at Randy. “You know the only guys who were sure it would end like this were the twins. In fact they were so sure they are planning a big celebration. They’re probably working on the menus right now. I hope you’re ready, `cos it’ll be a big one. Probably have to hold it at the Grady House to coincide with the premiere of Grady’s movie.” “Well, let them do their thing,” Randy grinned. “I’d be just as happy to stay right here forever, just the two of us.” “Me too, but we’ve gotta rejoin the land of the living at some point,” Bob chuckled. “And one of the first things we have to do is make our peace with Zack and Miguel.” “Yeah, you’re right. I almost fucked things up real good between those two. Hey, maybe the four of us should take our boys on a weekend trip to see Uncle Mike and his boy Larry out in Palm Springs. Haven’t seen or heard from them in a long time.” “Great idea, Randy.” “But right now,” Randy continued, “job one is for me to take care of you and that bad ankle. You won’t be too mobile for a while so you’ll have to depend on me. You ready for some tender loving care?” “Well, loving sure. But don’t go overboard on the tender. Maybe it’s time that caveman crawled out of his hole.” “You are such an asshole,” Randy grinned. “God I’ve missed you. Welcome home, buddy.” ********************************** TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial of Strength” � Chapter 377 Hey 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. ALSO, I invite you to visit my Web-site gth. You can read the whole story, all the many chapters, with extras, including pictures and biographies of all the characters. 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