“DOCTOR CHAD’S OBSESSION”
Sexy Doctor Chad, a musclehunk new to sex with men, is fucking his way through the tribe in search of a man he can settle down with. Suddenly he meets rugged construction worker Seth who growls, “I’m real horny for a bit of rough, doc. I’d kinda go for getting tied up and butt-fucked by a hot alpha stud like you.”
In the previous chapter
Doctor Chad had met the men of the tribe only a few weeks ago but already he was a respected addition. He was in the process of buying a house close to the tribe’s compound, and not far from the hospital where we was starting a prestigious job as director of surgery.
He had already become popular with the men and boys of the tribe who were hugely attracted to the Greek-God handsome doctor – and therein lay his problem, which he discussed with the tribe’s psychiatrist Doctor Steve.
Chad had only recently discovered the joys of sex with men and explained to Steve, “First I met Mark in his cop uniform and after I fucked with him I was off to the races – sex with one hot guy after another. I think I’m becoming a sex addict, doc. I have a permanent boner everywhere – every room I go into my stiff cock precedes me. I’m like a kid in a candy store.”
Steve smiled, “And you yourself Chad are the tastiest eye-candy in the store so all those guys were only too happy to hit the sack with you.”
“Kind of. But the trouble is, I fall in love with every guy I fuck with. It took young Will of all people to show me it was not love but mostly lust or infatuation. What do I do, doc?
Steve’s advice was to go on doing what he was doing. “Eventually you’ll overdose on candy and pretty soon you’ll find you can walk through a room of hot guys without getting an instant hard-on. And then you’ll start wanting something different.”
“But Steve I already do … I know what I want. See, I’m really a one-man kinda guy. When I fall in love it’ll be just us two guys and our dog, sharing my new house – faithful lovers sipping cocktails before the fire, with an equally faithful golden retriever … and wisteria over the door.
“I know, buddy, I heard about the monogamous lover, the fireplace and the dog … and that wisteria thing is already the stuff of legend in the tribe. Look, dude, I’m not gonna give you that old platitude about ‘stop looking and love will find you’. No, you gotta search. Some shrinks tell guys to socialize more, join a club. Well you’ve already done that, a club of gorgeous men, and you have a good chance of eventually finding one who shares your views of fidelity and domestic bliss.
“So my advice is fuck your way through them, Chad, and eat your fill of candy until you find that guy. You’ve fallen into a honeypot, dude, so enjoy the sweet taste until someone pulls you out – someone with a golden retriever and a bunch of wisteria. Will was right when he said you’ve probably met the guy already. You won’t know it at first and it’ll take time for the penny to drop, but when it does, bingo … it’s cocktails by the fire.”
Chad laughed heartily. “Randy told me your methods were kinda out there, Steve, wrapped up in all those mixed metaphors. So I’ll do what you say – fuck my brains out until the lightbulb goes on over my new lover.”
After his informal shrink session Chad and Steve got down to the main purpose of their meeting. They were to join forces on treating patients with injuries – Chad performing the surgery and Steve providing pre- and post-op psychological therapy to speed their recovery.
They were joined by Darius’s boy Ryan, the computer whizz who was to set up the integrated system that they could share to coordinate their treatments. The shy, earnest Thai boy, impressed them with how quickly he understood their need for security, as they were dealing with medical records.
“No problem, sir. I would naturally install multi-factor authentication, which you probably know as MFA.” (They didn’t, but listened fascinated as Ryan explained). “Users would sign into the program with an interactive logon where the password is verified at whatever level you choose.”
The meeting was such a success that they celebrated with wine by the pool and took a leaf out of Steve’s playbook for Ryan – fuck as many guys as you want. “OK, guys,” Steve said, “tell the truth … which of us has a giant erection right now?” Three hands shot in the air.”
Ryan, after getting permission from his master Darius, enthusiastically joined in and had the thrill of being spit-roasted by the two hunky doctors. After that he hugged the doctors and scrambled into his truck. He couldn’t wait to get home to Darius and tell his story, which would no doubt begin, “Sir, you will not believe …”
Steve and Chad finished off the wine and Chad smiled, “Well Steve, it’ll sure be a pleasure working with you but one thing’s clear to me. Regretfully you are not my wisteria-and-golden retriever guy, not with everything you got here – your lover Lloyd and house manager Tommy.”
“Afraid not, Chad. But you seem to be taking your shrink’s advice and fucking your way through the tribe. It’s a process of elimination. I have a feeling that quite soon you’ll find the guy and it’ll be a surprise to you and everyone else.”
“Yeah, at dinner last night I was surveying the faces in the crowd and one or two stood out, though I’m naming no names. But I tell ya, Steve, I sure am enjoying the search.”
************** BOOK 10: CHAPTER 47 ************
<><> What The Hell Is MFA? <><>
The tribe’s always-efficient grapevine was abuzz with news of the meeting between the two doctors Chad and Steve, and their tech assistant, the young Thai boy Ryan. Naturally the most often repeated story was the way the meeting had ended with the docs spit-roasting Ryan, a story that became ever more lurid and sensational with each telling.
After the meeting Ryan raced off to see his master Darius. Chad went back to the tribe’s leaders – the construction boss Randy and the business executive Bob, the two lovers in whose guestroom he was staying – and reported on the good progress he had made.
The men were kicking back with Bob’s boys the twins Kyle and Kevin and their boy Will, the three young chefs who were taking a break from the kitchen before the dinner rush started. The boys listened avidly to the men’s conversation as Chad enthused, “Steve and I are really on the same page with this project and we’re gonna make a great team.”
“How was Ryan?” Bob asked. “You think he can handle the tech side?”
“Man, he was terrific, really understood our need for computer security. Matter of fact he blinded us with science. Bet you don’t know what MFA stands for.”
“Sure I do,” Randy huffed. “Mother Fucking Asshole. I use it all the time.”
They all roared with laughter and Randy looked bewildered. “What? What’s so funny?”
Chad smiled, “Maybe in your world it does, Randy. In ours it means Multi-Factor Authentication.”
“Is that so?” Randy grunted. “But I bet that don’t have the same impact as when I call a guy a mother-fucking asshole.”
Bob threw his arms round Randy. “Randy, I’m crazy about you. Last time you called me that I ended up getting my ass ploughed.”
“So what makes you think this time’s any different, asshole?” Randy growled. “Wait till I get you to myself.”
“Sounds like our cue to get back to the kitchen, guys,” Kyle said to Kevin and Will.
“Yeah,” Chad added, “and I gotta go check with Nate about the job of cleaning my new house.”
The three left quickly and Randy glared at Bob with a glint in his blue eyes. “OK, asshole, you think you’re so smart with your Multi-Fucking bullshit. This is what happens to MFA’s like you.”
Randy pulled off his shirt and Bob eagerly flopped back on the bed.
<><> Ryan Gets His Reward <><>
Meanwhile, Ryan had raced home after the meeting, brimming over with news for Darius. But he knew that his first obligation was to Jamie and Brandon, his bosses in the office. He skidded into the office and Jamie laughed, “Wow, where’s the fire? The sheriff’s posse chasing you?”
“Nah,” Brandon teased, “he’s running away from Chad and Steve. He couldn’t cope.”
“No, nothing like that, sirs. It was all great and they want me to be their tech assistant in the new project. Oh, and they did spit-roast me, but that was a one-off, it’s not part of the job description. I loved getting worked over by two gorgeous docs. I’m sorry, I’m talking too much. I came back to report back to work, sirs.”
“Well, as to that, Ryan we were about to shut up shop for the day,” Jamie said. “But we’ve got to work up a schedule for you ‘cos you’re gonna be a busy boy. You have your work here, plus the computer system you’re building for Randy’s construction project with the City, and now all this stuff for the doctors.”
“I know, sir. Can you help me fit it all in?”
“Not today we can’t” Jamie said, winking at Brandon, “‘cos there’s another priority. Darius is waiting for you.”
Ryan gasped and shot to his feet. “Is he, sir?”
“Yeah, he got off work early and came by looking for you. Said something about showing you how proud he is of you, whatever that means.”
“Oh I know what it means, sir. May I go now?”
“You better or we’ll have that muscle-stud ranting and raving about us keeping you too late.”
Ryan gave Jamie and Brandon a hug, then raced out of the office, leaving them stifling their laughter. He ran across the lawn and up the stairs to the apartment he shared with Darius, and into the bedroom. He stopped in his tracks and his eyes opened wide.
Darius was lying on his back on the bed, hands laced behind his head. He was naked except for old gray boxer shorts that always excited Ryan as Darius’s long black cock snaked under them and poked out of the bottom.
“So, kiddo, you made it … you didn’t forget me after all.”
“Oh no, sir. I rushed home to tell you all about my meeting with the docs.”
Darius opened his arms. “So come here and tell me, kid.”
Ryan threw himself on the bed into his hero’s arms and Darius kissed him long and hard. When at last he pulled away Darius grinned, “So I hear you were the star of the show again, like you were at that meeting with the planning team from the City. Randy still can’t get over how you saved the deal on that project.”
“Well, sir, I dunno about a star, but I understood what kind of computer features the docs wanted and they want me to be their tech assistant.” Ryan hesitated and frowned. “Er, there’s something else I gotta tell you, sir. When they celebrated afterwards, the docs …” he blushed “… well, they spit roasted me, sir.”
“Darius roared with laughter. “Damn straight, they did. OK, don’t tell me … let’s see, Steve’s the shrink, the head-doctor, so he took that end. And Chad’s the surgeon so he penetrated you up the rear, right? But they didn’t force you, did they?”
“Oh no, sir, they would never do that ‘cos they know I’m your boy. But you told me I could do stuff like that, and I loved it, sir. But like I told Jamie, it’s not part of the job description.”
“It better not be ‘cos that’s my territory – you’re mine, kiddo.” Ryan smiled and snuggled closer. Darius sighed, “Pity though. I was hoping to show you how proud I am of you, but after getting ploughed by two horny docs you’re probably all fucked out.”
“Oh no, sir. I want you to … I mean … I want that, sir. I was thinking about it all the way home.”
“You were, really?” Darius smiled. “Right then, now you’ve taken care of those guys, how about taking care of your big black master, eh?” He pulled back and resumed his former position, lying on his back, elbows bent and his hands laced behind his head. The pose was inviting and exciting for Ryan who went to work right away.
“He kissed Darrius’s cheek, then licked his neck, his pronounced Adam’s apple and sucked in a drop of sweat from the dent beneath it. He loved the smooth ebony flesh as his tongue moved down over his pecs and he licked more sweat running down the deep cleft between them.”
Darius inhaled deeply and Ryan felt the chest rise beneath his face. “You like that, boy?”
“Yes, thank you, sir.” With increasing urgency Ryan licked down over the solid ridges of Darius’s eight-pack abs, down his waist to the top of his boxers. Seeing the long bulge stiffen under the thin gray fabric Ryan clamped his mouth over it, and Darius curled his hand behind the boy’s head and pressed his face hard against the bulge, grinding his mouth over it.”
“I want you to service that huge cock, boy. You know how to do that?”
“Yes, sir,” Ryan mumbled. “I love making love to your cock, sir.”
His face pulled back and he licked the head poking out the bottom of the boxers. It was already oozing pre-cum and Ryan caught the gauzy threads on his tongue. “Here, does this help, kid?” Darius asked and ripped open the shorts, exposing the whole length of his 10-inch cock lying semi-erect along his thigh.
“Thank you, sir,” Ryan murmured and proceeded to lick the long black shaft from the head all the way to the base where he buried his face in the wiry tangle of pubic hair. “Come on, kiddo, wrap your mouth round it … eat it.”
Using all the skills he had learned from his friend Eddie, Ryan slowly swallowed his master’s cock and eased it carefully in and out of his mouth without gagging once. Darius wrapped his hands round the back of his boy’s head a pushed his face down and up. “Damn that is so fucking hot, boy, I could bust my load down your throat right now.”
He suddenly grabbed Ryan’s hair and pulled his face off his cock. “But we wouldn’t want that, would we, kiddo? ‘Cos when I said I wanna show you how proud I am of you, you knew what I meant didn’t you?”
“Like … butt-fucking me, sir? That’s what I wanted too.”
“So why have you still got clothes on, boy?”
Ryan loved it when Darius teased him and he quickly got to his feet, dropped his shorts and pulled off his T-shirt. Darius stood up and faced him, and Ryan gasped. Darius’s shorts were ripped but the waistband was still intact so the shreds hung from his waist on both sides of his enormous cock. The sun streamed through the window blinds and striped his ebony physique and chiseled features. Ryan said, “Please fuck me, sir. I want it so bad.”
Darius put his hands on his boy’s shoulders and smiled down at him with his clear green eyes. “I love you, kiddo. I’m so proud of the work you’re doing for the guys, and I’m proud to call you my boy.” He threw his head back and laughed. “So what the fuck are we doing standing here yacking? Let’s cut to the chase, kid … get on the damn bed.”
“Aye-aye, sir,” Ryan grinned. He threw himself on his back on the bed and pulled his legs back, presenting his ass to his master. Darius reached for the lube but Ryan said, “No, please, sir. Just spit. I want to really feel it.”
“That’s my boy,” Darius grinned. He spat on his hand and rubbed it over his cock. “OK, boy, moment of truth. But I better hold you down in case you try to get away.” He leaned forward and pinned Ryan’s wrists to the bed.
The idea of the macho black guy holding him prisoner thrilled the young Thai boy and he moaned deeply as he felt the long shaft slide into his ass inch by endless inch. Ryan knew by now not to flinch or clench his ass muscles. It was easy to relax as he stared up at the smiling green eyes and felt the erotic sensation of his master’s cock filling his ass.
And so the handsome young construction foreman fucked his boy and showed him just how proud he was to be his master. Of course, his massive cock could be a weapon, and sometimes had been, but now Darius used it simply to give pleasure to the boy he loved.
It was not long before he knew he had to cum … and knew Ryan was close too. Darius released the boy’s wrists and braced his hands on the bed instead. Ryan reached up and traced his fingers over Darius’s chest and shoulders, lightly as if the rock-hard body was breakable and might disappear.
But Darius’s deep growl dispelled that notion. “Here’s what you’re gonna do, boy. You’re gonna put one hand behind your back like you’re tied up and the other hand’s gonna stroke your dick. And you’re gonna struggle and beg, impaled on your master’s pole. Turns me on to see my handsome boy at my mercy.”
Ryan did as ordered and Darius felt the thrill of total dominance as he fucked harder and deeper and the lithe young body writhed beneath him. The boy pounded his cock faster and faster and begged, “Sir, it’s so huge it’s gonna make me cum. I love you, sir … I worship you. I can’t hold back … I’m gonna cum … I’m gonna cum … aaagh!”
Darius gazed in awe at the struggling boy spraying jizz all over his straining body and face, the almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears, an image that inspired Darius. The power of being this boy’s master consumed him and his body tensed, he felt juice racing from his balls up his cock and blasting semen into the boy – his own boy, the boy he loved and had sworn to protect.
<><> Chill, Kiddo <><>
Darius smiled down at Ryan as he gently withdrew his cock from his ass. Then he fell beside him and licked his semen from his chest, feeling Ryan’s heart beating fast underneath.
Later, as Ryan lay in his master’s arms he frowned. “Sir, me and the boys were talking …”
“Uh-uh,” Darius chuckled, “that always means trouble.”
“No, sir, it’s just that we know Doctor Chad is looking for a man he likes enough to be his one-on-one lover … you know like, faithful, and share his house and stuff … the whole works.”
“Yeah, seems that works for him instead of playing the field like the rest of us do. So what’s your point, kid?”
“Well sir, like … I mean, what if he chose you, sir. Would I still be your boy?”
Darius laughed. “Hey chill, kiddo. First of all, nobody chooses me, I do the choosing, like I chose you. Only man who ever chose me was Zack – to be his boy. Second of all, I’m not in love with Chad – I love you and Zack and my boyfriend Pablo. Anyway, it don’t work like that.
“I don’t know the doc well but by all accounts he’s one of the good guys – he lives by that oath all docs take – ‘First do no harm’. Remember when he first met Mark and Jamie and had sex with them he thought he had fallen in love with Mark and he was gonna run away from the tribe ‘cos he didn’t want to come between two lovers. So you can bet that, whatever he does, and whoever he ends up with, he’s not gonna hurt anyone.”
Ryan smiled with relief. “Thank you sir. The boys will be happy to hear that – some of them were worried.”
“Really? I better mention that to Bob – he’ll soon put a stop to bullshit talk like that. OK, kid, we better get dressed ‘cos we can’t show up for dinner buck naked. That’s another thing Bob would put a stop to. Damn, he always makes even Randy wear a shirt. You know that old restaurant sign – ‘No shoes, No shirt, No service’. And when Bob speaks Randy does what he’s told.”
“I guess that’s what love does for a man, sir,” Ryan smiled. “It works for me.”
<><> Chad Meets Nate <><>
Bob did put a quick stop to the boys’ silly talk and did everything he could to help Chad, whose next few weeks would be crowded with activity.
First, he was to take up his post as head surgeon of the hospital and begin working with Doc Steve on their project of coordinating surgical and psychological treatment of injured men.
Second, his social life would soon kick into high gear with many invitations to dinner by various couples. And always in the back of his mind was his search for the ideal monogamous lover who would share his new life with him.
And third, there was the major task of getting his new house in shape and moving in. Up to now he had always lived in apartments so homeownership was new to him, especially a large rundown house like the one he was buying. Of course Randy and his crew were doing the heavy lifting, remodeling the house to his needs, with the help of the architect Lloyd.
And Bob had given Chad other suggestions. “After Randy has finished in the house it’ll need a thorough cleaning, so you should speak to Adam’s boy Nate about handling that, and regular cleaning thereafter. As for the garden you can’t do better than hire our own gardeners Finn and Tyler. They work closely with Mario, a hot Italian you haven’t met yet who’s a landscape artist.
Chad made a start right after leaving Bob. Just as he was crossing the garden Nate came through the gate from the house next door that he shared with Adam. “G’day sir,” he said in his broad Australian accent and his usual cheeky Aussie smile. I hear you wanted to talk to me.”
They shook hands warmly. “I do, Nate, I’m glad I bumped into you here. It’s funny, but I hardly know you and Adam except to nod and smile at over the dinner table.”
“I know, sir. There are so many blokes in the tribe now it takes a while to get round to all of them. I hear that your new house, or maybe I should say your new old house, needs a lot of work. But Randy and his guys work real fast and it won’t be long before you move in, sir.”
“And that’s where you come in Nate, I hope. See, I’m gonna be real busy at the hospital with a lot of meetings, plus the surgeries I’ll be performing. So I need to hire someone not only to clean the place up after the renovations but also to do the regular house cleaning. Bob tells me you have a lot of experience at that kinda stuff.”
“Too right, mate,” he grinned, then checked himself. “Sorry … sir.”
“Oh we can be as informal as you like, Nate. I love that Aussie ‘mate’ and ‘bloke’ and ‘throw another shrimp on the barbie,’ Chad said, making a poor stab at mimicking an Aussie accent.
“Actually, sir, I don’t think I’ve ever heard an Aussie say that thing about ‘shrimp on a barbie’. It was something in a TV commercial, I think. But yes, for a long time I was the house manager at the tribe’s compound, and keeping that place clean was a job and a half with those messy guys.
“Then, I’m happy to say, Bob promoted Eddie to that job and that freed me up to develop my own house management and cleaning service. I’ve got quite a crew, mostly young guys who were down on their luck and needed a job. They’re all properly vetted, can all be trusted.”
“Tell you what, Nate. Would you be able to meet me at the house after I get home from the hospital tomorrow? Then we can take a look and help you get a better sense of what’s needed.”
“Good on ya, mate, that’s a great idea. It’s a date. I look forward to working with you, sir.”
Just then Eddie rushed up with an “urgent” question for Nate, and as they went off Chad grinned, knowing by now that most of Eddie’s questions were ‘urgent’.
<><> Chad On The Prowl <><>
By this time the dinner table was filling up and Chad took his place next to Mark and across from Jamie. As they were the first couple he had met in the tribe (and the first-ever to have man-on-man sex with) he felt comfortable with them and they were eager to know his progress.
But as the dinner became its usual raucous free-for-all Chad had another chance to study the handsome faces of the men and their boys around the table. He smiled to himself wondering if this was part of his prowl to find his future lover and soul-mate. As always in this company he had a hard-on in his pants and the playful thought crossed his mind that, as he looked from face to face, whoever made his cock bulge harder would be the one.
He had more or less discounted the leather family of Zack, Miguel and their boys. He had put that idea to bed up in the dunes where he had fucked with Miguel and they put it down to simple lust. ‘Course, there was always Pablo and Tyler who lived with them, but Pablo already had a lover Darius, and Chad somehow couldn’t see the macho mechanic loving wisteria and sipping cocktails by the fire.
No, that group was out. But there were others Chad had not really got to know yet. There was that gorgeous fireman Jason who lived with his boy Ben in his own rustic house down by the arroyo. He could imagine him coming off a grueling fire-fighting shift, showering off the dirt and ash and relaxing with him by the fire. Chad had performed surgery on numerous firemen after injuries on the job and had interesting talks with them. And Jason sure made his dick hard. He had seen his picture in the calendar that most of the boys kept under their bed. Hmm …
How about the group from across the street? They were kinda quiet, didn’t sleep around much. The Marine Captain Hassan was every boy’s pornographic fantasy of a tough, handsome Arab soldier and Eddie sure was devoted to him. Chad smiled, remembering how every time he met someone new Eddie said, “Hi, I’m Eddie, the Marine’s boy”.
In the other half of their duplex were the ranger Pete and his boy Brandon. Now Pete was real lover quality. With his quiet virility, handsome features and tall muscular build he was what men called domesticated, and he definitely made Chad’s cock jolt. But he could see that he was devoted to the boy in the wheelchair, cute young Brandon, and he didn’t want to risk disturbing that blissfully happy couple.
There were the other houses too. He had already fucked with the guys at Steve’s house in the hills, but he and his future medical partner Steve had already determined that there was no lover material there, they were such a tight-knit group. He had also heard talk of something called the Grady House where two lovers named Mario and Grady lived with their boy. He could check out Mario properly when they met with the boys to talk about his wilderness garden.
‘Check out Mario?’ he thought. Damn he was getting real clinical about all this. He wasn’t hiring surgical assistants, for god’s sake, he was looking for a lover, and this mental beauty contest was no way to go about it. He was being stupid.
Fortunately, Chad was pulled out of his reverie by the voices of Mark and Jamie chatting across the table. “Hey, Earth to Chad,” Mark chuckled. “Where are you, buddy, outer space?”
“Not quite as far as that, Mark,” he smiled. “Just a few blocks away in my new house actually.”
“Sitting by the fire, doc?’
Chad laughed. “You know me too well, officer.”
<><> G’day, Mate <><>
The next day Chad spent at the hospital in what seemed like endless meetings – with the Board of Trustees, then upper management and then the surgical staff he would be working with who now called him boss. After busy days in his former job he would go to his apartment, relax over a cocktail and hastily-cooked meal and pore through medical records before hitting the sack.
Now as he drove home he was going to his new house to meet with supportive new friends from the tribe. After that he would have dinner with a bunch of men and boys he was growing to love. He felt happier than he had in years.
When he got to the house it was already a hive of activity as Randy and Lloyd were there and Randy was giving orders to a couple of advance crew guys. “Hey, doc. We’ve already made a start – couple a’ weeks tops. Nate’s here too.”
Randy left him and got on with his work as Nate came down the stairs. “G’day, mate,” he grinned. “I was just taking a look upstairs. It’s a nice big sprawling house but it needs a whole lotta work. Still, like I said, Randy and his guys work fast.”
“Not too big and sprawling for you and your guys though, I hope Nate.”
“Ah, no worries mate, piece o’ cake. After Randy’s done his thing we’ll do what we call a trash-out – get rid of all the junk – and give the place a thorough cleaning. After that do you have any idea how often you’ll want the place cleaned?”
“Nate, I confess I’m clueless about stuff like that, it’s my first house.” He chuckled, “You might say that as a homeowner I make a pretty good surgeon.”
Nate laughed. “No worries mate, we can set up a cleaning schedule after you’ve moved in. The house is gonna be a beaut. I only got a quick look, though. Mind if I take a closer look around and get a sense of what’s needed?”
“Not before I’ve had a welcome-home hug,” came a deep Aussie voice. They turned to see a smiling Adam coming through the front door, tall and handsome in his neatly tailored black QANTAS Airways uniform and red and black tie.
“You’re home, at last.” Nate ran up to Adam who folded his arms round him. “Your flight must have been late.”
“Yeah, fourteen hours in the air and then they make us wait half an hour for a gate at LAX. The passengers go nuts. Every time that happens I write it up but … whatever …”
Adam broke away from his boy and strode over to Chad, “G’day, mate. Wow, some place you bought, and Randy’s already doing his thing I see. It’s gonna be a beaut. Far cry from our little house, eh Nate? So, doc, I hear you’re putting Nate here to work.”
“Yeah, we’re making plans. Looks like Nate’s gonna be real important to the running of the house. Me, I’m hopeless at all that. It’s my first house – always been an apartment renter.”
“Hey, Nate,” Adam said, “go do your thing and scope out the place like you said. I’ll wait for you and take you home. After that flight I’m knackered – just wanna get out of this uniform, jump in the shower, then curl up with you and a very dry martini.”
Nate went back upstairs and Chad said, “How long were you away, Adam?”
“Oh the usual five-day turnaround. See, in the airline’s Los Angeles base I’m the quality control director of the cabin crews based here. It’s an executive position so it entails a couple of trips a month for meetings at our Sydney head office where all the basic training is done. And I work the flights there and back as the customer service manager to observe crew service in flight.
“But man, those A380 aircraft are like flying hotels, and I’m the hotel manager. Imagine trying to keep five-hundred passengers happy – especially when we’re stuck on the ground waiting for a gate after a fourteen-hour flight. It’s like they expect me to get out and tow the damn plane.
“So you can see how great it is to get back to Nate. I worry about him while I’m gone. See, we don’t get to socialize as much as the other blokes in the tribe. Our place is called the Aussie House and a lot of the time we prefer our own company. Don’t get me wrong, we enjoy a party like the next bloke, but all that traveling makes me more of a stay-at-home guy when I get back. After spending fourteen hours with five hundred passengers and a crew of twenty-one the last thing I need is people. Nate is all I need.”
“Do you own that house next door to the compound?”
“No, we rent it from Bob and Randy. Matter of fact it’s kinda run down and Randy wants to do a major renovation after he’s finished with your place. We’ll move out for a week and bunk in with some of the other guys.”
As Adam talked, Chad was impressed by his sheer masculinity and air of authority, a real alpha male, with that deep voice, macho Aussie accent and easy-going attitude. The face was striking … strong, finely-etched Aussie features, golden tan, short dark hair, and clear, confident brown eyes. He was tall with an obviously muscular build under his well-fitting uniform.
Chad could see why Nate was so crazy about him and why they were happy to keep to themselves a lot. But then a surprising thought occurred to Chad. Despite the man’s obvious good looks and rugged sexuality – Chad didn’t have an erection. Adam was almost the first man Chad had met in the tribe who didn’t make his dick hard.
It certainly wasn’t for lack of sex appeal in Adam. Must be something to do with chemistry, Chad thought, or lack of it in this case. And Adam showed absolutely no sign of attraction to him – all his desire was focused on Nate. As he had said, ‘Nate is all I need’.
“Ah well, Chad thought to himself, another prospect bites the dust. Adam was clearly not the soul-mate he was searching for. If it ain’t in the hard-on it ain’t in the heart, he thought, then almost burst out laughing at this dubious piece of homespun philosophy that came out of nowhere.
“Ah, here he is,” Adam was saying, smiling at the approaching Nate. “You all done? Good on ya, mate. And now there are two ice-cold martini glasses in the fridge with our name on them.”
“Gotta go, sir,” Nate grinned at Chad. “His master’s voice and all. But we got a deal, doc and I’ll be in touch when Randy’s almost finished here.”
Adam threw his arm over Nate’s shoulder and they walked away. As they went out through the door Adam looked up, then called out over his shoulder, “Hey, doc. Don’t get rid of the wisteria. It looks perfect.”
<><> “Ciao, Dottore” <><>
The next morning Chad woke up feeling cheerful about the progress he had made yesterday on all fronts – all that is except for his man-search, which he decided to put on a back burner for now. Too distracting with everything else he had going on.
He was having breakfast with Bob and Randy, and when Will brought it up he said to Chad, “Er, sir, Finn and Tyler are downstairs and wonder if they could have a word with you.”
Chad glanced at Bob who said, “Of course, Will, ask them to come up.” When the two boys came in, Tyler let Finn do the talking. Tyler was shy but Chad noticed Finn still had that cocky look that Miguel had found so sexy at the beach.
“Sir, we just had a call from Mario … you know, the guy who helps us with the landscaping. He’s coming over soon and we thought he could come to your new house and we could talk about what you need doing in the garden.”
“Boy, you guys don’t lose any time do you? OK, I’d like that. I’m not going into the hospital today, did all that yesterday, and I was gonna meet with Doc Steve at his house to discuss our plans. But we can stop off at the house and I’d love to meet with you and Mario. Now of course I know you well Finn, but not you, Tyler. You are Pablo’s boy right?”
“Yes, sir, Pablo is the boss’s boy and I’m Pablo’s boy,” Tyler said with more than a hint of pride.
So Chad drove the two boys to the new house and Mario was to bring them back down here afterwards. When they arrived at the house they stood in the garden knee-deep in grass. “Looks like nobody’s worked on this garden for a year or more,” Finn said. Tyler added, “I always feel sorry for a garden that’s been neglected like this, don’t you, sir?”
“I do indeed Tyler, and I hope you will let me employ you guys to put it right.” Just then a smart Mercedes SUV pulled up and out stepped Mario wearing tan jeans and a loose pale blue shirt open halfway down his chest. Chad did a double-take as he stared at the handsome Italian with his tousled black hair, the dark chiseled features of his native Tuscany, and his seductive, naturally muscular body.”
“Ciao, dottore, I am happy to meet you at last.” Mario smiled. “I have only glimpsed you at one of the tribe’s gatherings but I have heard so much about you on our efficient grapevine. Mio amico Grady is anxious to meet you too.” He shook Chad’s hand warmly and hugged the boys, then looked at the garden and raised his hands. Dio mio, una giungla … how do you say? … a jungle. My friend Grady should be here as he feels right at home in a jungle.
The boys laughed, but Mario’s reference to Grady’s Tarzan movie role was lost on Chad – he never went to the movies. “But do not despair, amico. The boys and I will put our heads together and transform your jungle into a Garden of Eden – without the snake but plenty of apples,” he said with a lilting laugh.
Chad frowned. “It’s a lot of work and I know it will cost a lot but …”
“Amico, you pay the boys of course, but these days I create landscapes only for love. I do not need the money. And soon, dottore, you must visit us at the Grady House and meet Grady and our boys Danny and Brian. We do not go out much and poor Grady is like a prisoner in the house – a handsome bird in a gilded cage as they say. We spend many evenings together in front of the fire when there is a chill in the air. He will be delighted to meet such a man as you – as handsome as that Greek statue we have in our grounds.”
“I would love to,” Chad smiled, “and I would love to stay with you while you inspect the garden here, but I’m afraid I have to meet Steve up at his house and I’m already late.”
“Never mind, amico, the boys and I will be your gardeners while you and Steve are busy being doctors. I will draw up landscaping plans for your approval, and we will arrange for you to grace our home with a visit. I have a feeling we shall see a lot more of you, bell’uomo.”
As Mario hugged him impulsively Chad felt the muscular body ripple against him and he inhaled the subtle musky scent of Mario’s cologne. Chad said goodbye to the boys and drove away with a smile. Unlike with Adam, this time Chad definitely had a major boner under his slacks. Who wouldn’t, he thought, the man is gorgeous. And Mario certainly wanted Chad to meet his friend Grady, a man who spent a lot of time in his house apparently, in front of the fire.
No! Stop it, he thought. These men already had each other and he was simply creating a movie fantasy where he would run in slow motion into the arms of the man of his dreams. It was becoming an obsession and he said out loud, “Back burner, doc. Shove it on a back burner.” He sighed. At least at Steve’s house it would be all business.
<><> Chad Treats Seth <><>
As before, Chad was met at Steve’s house by Tommy and taken to the study where the psychiatrist greeted him and they got right down to business. They spent a couple of hours discussing the many issues involved in treating post-surgery patients in tandem, one healing the body, the other the mind.
When they had finished Steve invited Chad to stay to lunch on the terrace. They continued making their plans over lunch and Chad was about to leave when they heard a truck pull up. Steve frowned. “Sounds like Seth’s truck. He lives in our guesthouse, but what’s he doing home from work at this time of day?”
Seth came limping round the side of the house to the terrace and he grinned ruefully at Steve. “Hurt my ankle at the construction site,” Steve. “Damn stupid. I jumped down from some high scaffolding and my foot twisted on a brick on the ground – split-second thing. Hurts like crazy, though, so I thought I’d come home and rest it up for a while. Left my foreman in charge.”
“Good call, Seth, and as luck would have it the doc here specializes in workplace injuries.”
“Hey, doc,” Seth said, his rugged features wincing with a pained smile. Haven’t really got to meet you yet – didn’t expect to meet you like this, either.”
Chad smiled, “Perfect timing, I’d say – injured construction boss meets surgeon. I’ll take a look at it. You live just down that path there, right?”
“Yeah, in Steve’s guest house.”
“I’ve got my bag in my car, always travel with it. Let me get it and I’ll help you down to your house.” Chad ran round to his car and brought back his medical bag, then Seth stood up unsteadily and put his arm over the doc’s shoulder for support. Steve offered his help but Chad said, “No, we can manage thanks, Steve. Probably just a sprain. The important thing, Seth, is not to put pressure on it.”
Together they walked slowly down the gravel path to Seth’s small guest house. Like Randy, Seth always wore old cargo pants and a ragged old tank top to work and now, with his arm tight round Chad’s shoulder, he was pressed against him, his armpit close to Chad’s face. As he turned to ask if Seth was OK Chad’s tongue almost licked his hairy armpit and he inhaled the stink of sweat and grease.
But far from feeling repulsed the smell excited him and he experienced the by now familiar sensation of his cock stiffening in his pants. Shit, no, he thought, not again, not now.
Seth was one of the men Chad had seen only when the tribe gathered, and he had been struck by his similarity to Randy. If anything he was even wilder looking, a macho construction worker with a brawny physique, rugged looks, stubbled jaw, wild shaggy black hair, a gravelly voice and seductive blue eyes. His manner went with his looks – rough, down-to-earth with none of the polish that even Randy could muster sometimes, under Bob’s influence.
When they finally reached the small house Seth pushed the door open and they struggled into the bedroom – which was a mess, with disheveled sheets on the bed that was strewn with Seth’s underwear, socks and a jockstrap. Chad perversely felt his cock get even harder as he imagined the man sleeping, even fucking, in this room.
“Sorry it’s such a mess, doc. I left in a hurry this morning.”
“Seth, I’m a doctor, I’ve seen a whole lot worse than this. Now hold onto the bedpost while I clear this stuff off.” He gathered up the underwear and jockstrap, resisting a sudden urge to hold them to his face and inhale. “OK, dude, lie on your back and relax.”
Seth fell heavily on the bed and Chad took his temperature and blood pressure. “Yeah, as I expected, only slightly elevated. I’m sure it’s just a sprain but I’ll check your leg. Have to get these off.” He unbuckled Seth’s belt and pulled his cargo pants off. Again Chad’s cock pulsed as he stared down at the muscular hunk wearing only stained gray undershorts and a filthy tank.
Struggling to maintain his professional poise Chad pressed lightly on the damaged ankle, noting when Seth flinched. Yeah, only a minor sprain, Seth, but I know how much it hurts and you were right to come home. I’ll put ice on it for a while, then no pressure on it for the rest of the day and try to keep it elevated.” He went to the kitchen and came back with ice wrapped in a cloth that he packed carefully round the ankle.
“We’ll let that sit for ten minutes or so, then I’ll put a compression bandage over the ankle and you’ll be all set.”
“Thanks, doc.” Seth raised his arms, linked his fingers behind his head and stared hard at Chad. “Man, you are one fucking gorgeous hunk, you know that doc? That face, that fucking body. I bet guys line up to get fucked by you, eh?”
“Well, not exactly, Seth. See I’m kinda new to sex with men, I’ve only fucked a few so far.” He felt his cock straining in his pants and quickly changed the subject. “So you live alone here eh?”
“Yeah, have done for a while. I’d like to live down near the tribe’s compound, be nearer to my son Will and all the other guys, but there’s no room. Gets kinda lonely up here. Mind you, I don’t socialize much, kinda like my own company. After work I sit outside here with a nice cold beer and watch the sunset.”
He gave a guttural chuckle. “Who knows, one day I’ll meet a guy who’ll wanna share the view with me. Except I got no, what d’ya call … learning, you know, so I’m not good at conversation. Can’t imagine any guy who’d wanna spend time with me – except fucking, I’m good at that.
“’Course, I spend time with the guys up here – Steve, Lloyd and Tommy – and we fuck around. And I got this boy Danny who comes over a lot and we fuck … make love actually. But he hasn’t been for a couple a’ days, working some big party up at the Grady House. Matter of fact I was feeling so horny at work that’s why I jumped down from the scaffold, I was gonna go to the john and rub one out. See how that turned out,” he grinned. “And I’m still horny.”
Chad was being driven wild listening to the man talk in that rough, unfiltered way about being horny, jerking off, fucking … and sitting watching the sunset. The sexual vibrations in this small messy room were intense and Chad tried to distract himself by removing the ice pack from Seth’s leg.
With his hands still linked behind his head, Seth stared down at Chad. “Damn, you are one big sexy son of a bitch, doc. Hey, could you do me another favor and fuck me up the ass?”
<><> A Bit Of Rough <><>
Chad blinked, not sure he had heard right. “Excuse me?”
“Like I said, I’m real horny and what I’d really like is a bit of rough. I get a hankering for that sometimes. See these ropes hanging round the bedposts? I’d kinda go for being tied up and butt-fucked by a gorgeous musclehunk top guy and you are definitely the right guy for that. Come on, dude, it’s only a fuck. Let me see that smokin’ body of yours.”
It was such a wild idea, and Chad’s cock was pounding so hard that, in an erotic daze, he stood up, unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. Seth grinned, “Yeah, I knew it … fucking awesome bod, doc.” Chad kicked off his loafers, undid his belt and dropped his slacks and shorts. He stood before the bed buck naked, his cock sticking out rock hard.”
“Hell, you too, man,” Seth laughed. “I knew it – stiff as a fucking flagpole. Come here dude.” He stretched out his arms and Chad fell forward on the sweaty tank-top stretched over his chest. “You like that stink of sweat eh, guy? You’re gonna love this.” He grabbed the back of Chad’s head and pulled his face hard into his armpit.
Chad choked, inhaling the rancid stench of sweat as his face ground into the wiry mass of damp armpit hair. He licked the stinking pit, growing wilder and wilder until he pulled off and glared at Seth. “Damn you’re a hot mother-fucker. You wanna get fucked, stud? That what you want? OK, man, you got it.”
He reached up and quickly tied Seth’s wrists, one to each corner bedpost. Then he jumped to his feet, grabbed Seth’s legs and pulled him further down the bed so his arms stretched up in a painful V, like a muscular captive stretched on a rack in just his shorts and tank. Even in the middle of his frenzy the doc avoided touching the damaged ankle, but he went to town on the rest of the body, ripping off his shorts and staring at the huge cock that sprang up.
Chad licked his palm and was about to stroke his cock but Chad growled. “No man, no spit. I want it dry, I want it to hurt.” That stoked Chad even more and he knelt astride Seth’s waist. “So you wanna play rough, eh stud? Fine with me.” He ripped off Seth’s tank, soaked with sweat, and twisted it into a rope. “Open your fucking mouth, asshole.”
Seth opened wide and Chad wrung the wet shirt out over it, watching the construction worker’s own sweat pour into his mouth. “Swallow it, man, drink your own stinking sweat.” He gulped it down, then Chad rolled the shirt into a ball and stuffed it in Seth’s mouth. “Bite down, man, chew on it, drink it all. Seth did as ordered, squeezed the cloth dry, then spat it out, coughing. “Man you do know how to play rough. Fuck me, man … shove that fucking rod up my ass.”
Chad shuffled back on the bed until he was kneeling between Seth’s legs. He pushed them back, pressed the head of his cock against his dry ass … and rammed it in. The sight was pornographic as the naked construction worker howled, his sinewy body bucked, he pulled frantically at his bound wrists and his rugged, stubbled face thrashed from side to side.
Veins bulged in his neck and his straining muscles as he yelled obscenities. “Mother-fucking cocksucker, you’re ripping my ass open. That all you got, asshole? Fuck me, shove that fucking dick up my hole, man.”
As Chad pounded his ass, driving in deeper and deeper Seth looked up at him and growled, “Fuck man, you are so damn gorgeous … that chest, those fucking arms and that incredible face. Like getting jackhammered by a fucking Greek God.”
Chad stared down at the rugged construction boss, his spectacular body writhing as he yanked frantically at his bound wrists, desperate to reach up and touch the man ploughing his ass. Chad’s body was on fire, he had never fucked like this – no limits, no holds barred. Their eyes met and the savage pounding continued, outside of time and space, just two rugged alpha males, one butt fucking the other.
They could have spilled their loads at any time but held back until they were overpowered by the homoerotic spectacle of the other naked man, and the sensation of cock pounding ass like a piston.
Seth, like macho top men who feel the need to suffer in bondage, was in his own fantasy of being helpless at the mercy of another top … until even he was forced into submission. “Damn you, fucker, I can’t take any more. That fucking rod ripping my ass … OK, you win, man. You’re so damn gorgeous … I’m done, I submit … aaagh.”
His body jerked, he screamed and his cock pumped streams of jizz over his heaving body. Chad gazed awestruck at the macho construction worker in abject submission, soaking his body in cum. It was a pornographic fantasy that pushed Chad over the edge, his cock shuddered and erupted deep in the hot depths of his captive’s ass.
<><> A Nagging Inner Voice <><>
As their cocks drained they stared at each other in disbelief at the crazy way they had behaved. Then Seth grinned, “Well at least I kept the pressure off my foot, doc, and kept it elevated as the doctor ordered. The pressure was all in my ass. Damn, that was hot, doc. We gotta do that again soon – maybe switch places next time.”
Chad leaned forward, released Seth’s wrists and fell on the bed beside him. Damn he hadn’t expected this – this intensity. Seth was not someone he had thought of as a potential lover, but damn he was exciting. And he said he spent time alone and had wondered aloud if there was a man out there he could share the sunset with. Plus he was looking for a new place to live.
But what about all the other men – the men he had already made love to … the handsome faces round the dinner table … the men he had met today – Adam, Mario and now Seth? He had tried to push his obsessive search into the background and get on with his life, but he had such a strong feeling that one of these men of the tribe would be the man for him.
What had Steve told him? “Doc, you’ve probably met the guy already. You won’t know it at first and it’ll take time for the penny to drop, but when it does … it’s cocktails by the fire.”
That penny-drop moment seemed so far away. And yet that nagging inner voice kept telling him it was just around the corner.
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TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Book 10: Chapter 48
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