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If triumphs in global economic co-operation were accorded the same importance as other diplomatic achievements—like peace treaties, say—then George Soros would not be sitting where he's sitting right now.
Soros, the most influential hedge fund manager the world has ever known, is at the head of the table where a system of fixed exchange rates was signed into being near the end of the Second World War. That arrangement unravelled in 1971 thanks to Richard Nixon, it's true, but the International Monetary Fund, the World Trade Organization, the G20 and the acceleration of globalization all flowed from those signatures. This chunk of rock maple is the epicentre of the economic system that has been in place for 67 years—albeit a bit shakily of late.
Lesser relics are protected from frivolous use by ropes and guards. But at the Mount Washington Hotel in Bretton Woods, New Hampshire, the site of the United Nations Monetary and Financial Conference in 1944—birthplace of the "Bretton Woods system"—the table sits out in the open. And talk about your frivolous activities: Soros is using the 14-place table to speak to a group of reporters! It's like using Sir Winston Churchill's desk from the Second World War to play a game of Battleship.
It's not obvious that Soros knows the historical significance of his briefing location. But it's clear he thinks the financial crisis has proven that the discipline of economics is bankrupt—a sentiment shared by more than a few people in economics itself. And he is very much aware of the historical significance of Bretton Woods. That's why the New York-based Institute for New Economic Thinking (INET), which Soros seeded with $50 million (U.S.) to foment a revolution in the way economics is applied and taught, is holding its annual conference at the Mount Washington with the help of the Centre for International Governance Innovation, the think tank that Research In Motion co-chief executive Jim Balsillie established in 2002 to goose Canadians' interest in international affairs.
Neither Soros nor Balsillie have a day-to-day role in their think tanks. But they certainly have a financial role, and on this weekend in April, their finances are being used to rustle up the ghosts of Bretton Woods to get the world economy back on track. There are no guests at the Mount Washington this weekend, only some 330 conferees, among them some of the biggest names in economics, both theoretical and applied: former Federal Reserve chairman Paul Volcker; former British prime minister Gordon Brown; Lawrence Summers, the Harvard professor who advised U.S. presidents Clinton and Obama; a handful of Nobel Prize recipients, including Joseph Stiglitz of Columbia University; and a couple of former IMF chief economists, including Kenneth Rogoff, the co-author of a landmark study on the history of sovereign debt defaults.
At the table with Soros is his handler, a slender, bearded man who, in a dark blue suit, pink shirt and a wool beanie, resembles U2 guitarist The Edge, dressed up for Sunday brunch at a fancy hotel. Soros, who wears hearing aids, sometimes strains to hear the questions. When this happens, The Edge repeats them: "WHAT LESSONS HAVE BANKERS LEARNED FROM THE FINANCIAL CRISIS?"
Soros gives a wry smile. "Not too many," he says. "They would prefer to think of it as a nightmare that has passed."
It's a good line, both pithy and wise. But Soros's swipe at the villains of the financial crisis hints at something else. As the finance industry's nightmare fades, so too is the dream of those who had hoped that an economic calamity that rivalled the Great Depression in its destructive force could be used as impetus to bring order to the global economy. What the world needs is another Bretton Woods.
Persistently high unemployment and massive budget deficits are undermining the all-for-one-and-one-for-all spirit that characterized the initial response to the financial crisis. Gordon Brown, who led the Group of 20 summit in London in 2009 that pledged $1 trillion (U.S.) to fight the global recession, is now on the speaking circuit rather than at the helm of one of the world's leading economies. Rahm Emanuel, who, as White House chief of staff, famously said that a crisis is a terrible thing to waste, is now mayor of Chicago, while his former boss struggles to recover from the "shellacking" the Democrats suffered in last November's midterm elections.
French President Nicolas Sarkozy, the current head of the G20, started the year talking about overhauling the international monetary system, and even implied he was prepared to consider measures to replace the U.S. dollar as the world's reserve currency. (That arrangement was Nixon's gift to the world in 1971: By removing the discipline of the gold standard, he left the value of the currency at the centre of world trade to the whims of American policy makers.) Six months later, Sarkozy's ambition has been severely clipped. Victory at the G20 summit this autumn in Cannes would now be getting agreement on adding the Chinese yuan to the basket of currencies used to set the value of the Special Drawing Right, the accounting unit used by the IMF and no one else.
Everyone knows the massive accumulation of foreign currency reserves in China and other Asian countries, combined with big budget deficits and low interest rates in the U.S. and Europe, are creating the conditions for further instability. Yet it took the G20 finance ministers 1 1/2 years to simply agree on the guidelines they will use to measure whether the world economy is drifting off track. No serious corrective action has been taken, and none is planned.
"It is incremental change in the face of massive system failure," says attendee Simon Johnson, a professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology's Sloan School of Management who was formerly chief economist at the IMF. "On a macro level, I don't think there is anything you can do about it. The structure of the world economy is what it is."
In the summer of 1992, George Soros brought the Bank of England to its knees, betting that the authorities would succumb to political pressure rather than protect the value of the pound by jacking up interest rates. He led a run on the pound, and won. Now he wants to break economic orthodoxy. INET is run by Robert Johnson, formerly of Soros Fund Management. The think tank's goal is to blow up the econometric models that so dramatically failed to predict the financial crisis and recession, and replace them with approaches that recognize randomness is a fact of life, not an outlying variable. Change the way people think about economics and you change economic policy. Soros's contribution to INET is funding anti-establishment research that seeks to show that economics is actually more about behaviour and history than math.
Paradigm shifts happen over decades, but Soros can't wait that long. He retired from active investing in 2000, although he did return to portfolio management in 2007 and 2008, racking up about $4 billion (U.S.) in two difficult years. Soros's Quantum Fund averaged returns of 31% between 1969 and his retirement three decades later. That easily earns him a place in the ranks of the world's most successful investors. Now, in his eighth decade, Soros has evolved into one of the greatest forces in nature: a billionaire who is thinking about his legacy. As The Edge signals that it's time to go, a Belgian reporter squeezes in one last question. He asks Soros whether he sees himself as a modern-day John Maynard Keynes, the British economist who revolutionized his profession and helped shape the Bretton Woods agreement.
"Yes, I do, actually," Soros says. "There are not many people who know the market and care about the public interest. I have made enough money for myself. That is in fact my motivation."
John Maynard Keynes died April 21, 1946, of a massive coronary thrombosis, at 62. The previous month, he had been in Savannah, Georgia, for the inauguration of the IMF as the overseer of the fixed-exchange rate system created at Bretton Woods.
The Savannah gathering was bittersweet for Keynes—probably more bitter than sweet. He quarrelled with the Americans, picking up where he had left off in Bretton Woods two years earlier. The original conference was taxing for Keynes, and not only because he already was in ill health. More than 700 delegates from 45 countries converged on the Mount Washington, but the talks were really between two men: Keynes, an adviser to the British Treasury, and Harry Dexter White, a senior official in the United States Treasury Department.
In 1942, both men had unveiled visions for a new global monetary order that would seek to put an end to the beggar-thy-neighbour policies that accompanied the Great Depression. Keynes was famous, his 1936 General Theory of Employment, Interest and Money an instant classic that would influence a generation of economists and policy makers. But as the lead negotiator for a suffering power, he was in tough against President Franklin D. Roosevelt's men, who entered the talks representing the world's only real economic force. Not even the world's best economist could beat those odds.
Keynes wanted a global central bank that would oversee an international unit of exchange. What he was forced to accept was something closer to White's proposal—a system of national currencies tethered to the U.S. dollar, which itself would be valued against the price of gold. The IMF would use contributions from member countries to disperse conditional loans at times of crisis. The Bretton Woods arrangements also included plans for the World Bank, which would fund development in poorer countries, and the General Agreement on Tariffs and Trade, a commitment to avoid the pernicious import duties of the 1930s that seeded the World Trade Organization.
Keynes wasn't the only one disappointed in the final result. Louis Rasminsky, the future Bank of Canada governor who was Canada's main negotiator at the conference, worried that the U.S. would dominate the system. Still, the agreement provided hope that the self-interested policies that preceded the Great Depression could be avoided in the future. Keynes saw scope for evolution, saying it was better to begin an era of co-operation in misery than to end one that way.
Things looked good at first. The Bretton Woods system fostered stability and confidence. By the early 1950s, the economies of Europe were growing quickly. Meanwhile Soros, a Hungarian Jew who spent the Second World War eluding the Nazis with his family, was in Britain at the London School of Economics. But he was an indifferent student who discovered that his grades were too low to achieve his ambition to become a philosophy teacher. So in 1953, he became an arbitrage trader. Three years later, Soros moved to New York to get away from the "stodginess" of London. The timing of his move was perfect. Wall Street had little idea of all the opportunities that existed in postwar Europe, and the multilingual Soros was happy to make the connection. He was on his way.
The monetary system created in Bretton Woods held up for the next two decades, but eventually, countries found it too difficult to maintain their currency pegs. As the centre of the system, the U.S. had a tacit responsibility to maintain sound fiscal policies that would keep the dollar's value against gold stable. But in the 1960s, the Johnson administration started running big deficits to finance its domestic program and the Vietnam War. The spending generated inflation. Currency traders began testing the government's resolve, taking advantage of the U.S.'s promise to redeem dollars for gold. The way to counter these pressures was to raise interest rates. But facing re-election in 1972, Richard Nixon was uninterested in making money more expensive. Instead, he ended the gold standard, declaring the U.S. would no longer exchange dollars for the metal.
The international monetary system has functioned without concrete rules ever since. As members of the IMF, countries pledge to adhere to sound fiscal policies and floating exchange rates, but the IMF has no power to enforce these protocols. Co-operation has always been an ad hoc thing.
Keynes's global central bank would have promoted stability by taxing the accumulation of excessive reserves and limiting countries' ability to run deficits. But without such an organizing principle, countries pursued their own agendas, however short-sighted. China began piling up foreign exchange reserves to keep its currency low against the dollar. The value of China's reserves surpassed $3 trillion (U.S.) this year, a sum that even the head of the People's Bank of China concedes is more than the country needs. The policy contributes to any number of distortions in global financial markets. The most important is the creation of cheap money in the United States. To keep its exchange rate low, the Chinese government buys U.S. Treasuries. This keeps interest rates low, which encourages borrowing.
Paul Volcker, who was the Treasury official in charge of monetary issues when Nixon decided to abandon the gold standard, is among those who see a connection between the financial crisis and the failure of leaders to create a system that would force China to invest more of its reserves and the U.S. to restrain its credit-fuelled consumption. "This monetary system we have has no discipline in it," declares Volcker, slouching in a chair in front of delegates.
The legendary former Fed chairman is participating in a moderated discussion with Soros. Their exchange brings to mind Keynes and White: The biggest parallel between 1944 and 2011 is that the rising economic power today is no more interested in co-operating than the U.S. was back then.
Some believe a renewed commitment to co-operation could change this. China, by most accounts, is still finding its feet as a global power and has yet to fully engage. "This is a very bad environment for international co-operation," says Soros.
But he thinks there is an opportunity to get China on board. Chinese officials have expressed interest in making greater use of the IMF's in-house currency, the Special Drawing Right, or SDR. It's an echo of Keynes's original plan. Before the crisis, China's central bank floated the idea of using the SDR as a unit of exchange for international trade, giving countries the opportunity to reduce their exposure to the U.S. dollar. "Closer co-operation is what is needed," says Soros. "SDRs provide an opening to such a discussion."
Volcker is having none of it. "Creating SDRs is going to do nothing," he says. "It doesn't do anything about the lack of discipline in the system."
Soros has written nine books. Keynes's Collected Writings span more than 12 volumes. But Soros isn't trying to change economics by himself. That's what INET is for. The group's advisory board includes some of the world's best economists. Among them is William White, who may be the greatest Canadian you've never heard of.
When he was head of the monetary and economic department at the Bank for International Settlements in Basel, Switzerland, from 1995 to 2008, White was in a position to assess how monetary policy was being applied in the world's major economies. Unlike most of his brethren, White wasn't seduced by the myth of Alan Greenspan, the Federal Reserve chairman who was dubbed the Oracle. White, who spent two decades at the Bank of Canada, criticized the Fed chairman's contention that it was pointless for central banks to attempt to prick asset-price bubbles because they were too difficult to spot. According to Greenspan, the best thing for a central bank to do was to allow the bubble to burst and clean up the mess.
"If you have a policy that says, 'I am never going to raise interest rates in the face of a bubble, but I'm going to reduce them drastically every time we do have a bust,' it's simple arithmetic to say you are going to ratchet your interest rates down to zero and eventually you are going to find yourself in a very bad place," White tells me during the conference.
One would assume the financial crisis would have prompted a dramatic rethink of monetary policy. Not White. "I don't think what we did made the slightest bit of difference," he says. "And therein lies a really big tale about political economy and the governance of these systems—even if you can identify the problems, can you get people to moderate the downturn?"
White, who is now a part-time adviser at the Paris-based Organization for Economic Co-operation and Development, says the study of economics needs to be totally rethought. Economists have long been envious of physicists. Over the past three decades, practitioners of the dismal science created mathematical models to predict how different variables would affect economic behaviour. But these models are only as good as the assumptions that went into them—and none predicted how the collapse of the U.S. housing market would submerge the entire global financial system. White's foresight that Greenspan's approach to the U.S. credit bubble would lead to trouble wasn't based on econometrics, but on an undergraduate textbook on the history of business cycles that he bought when he was in his 20s. The pertinent chapter concerned the period before the First World War.
The makings of the financial crisis were all there. Times are good, so people are willing to take on risks and banks are willing to extend them credit. The credit generates more spending, creating the impression that the economy is getting stronger, which feeds demand for yet more credit, which is backed by collateral generated by the debt rather than actual earnings. "Everything builds on itself until it collapses," says White. "This is how it always has worked."
These days, White is thinking about how to fix economics as much as he is thinking about how to fix central banking. He joined INET's advisory board because he appreciates the group's emphasis on history as a guide to policy. For White, the study of economics went wrong when its practitioners began to think of themselves as physicists. They embraced mathematics to prove theories that assumed economic agents behaved the same way, all the time. The financial crisis found the models wanting.
"Mechanical physics would say, 'Big shock in, big shock out.' This new way of looking at the world would say, 'No,'" White says. There's an illustration called the Sand Game. "You drop a piece of sand and another piece of sand. So it continues. At a certain point, you drop a piece and nothing happens. Then you drop a second piece and a little avalanche happens. And maybe you drop a fourth piece and the whole thing collapses. Underneath the surface of the pile of sand is all these fracture points having to do with friction and inertia. One grain of sand can be enough to trigger the whole thing."
The point of the Sand Game is not to render the study of economics pointless, but to be humble about the limits of human knowledge. "Maybe we need a different framework, a biological framework that will evolve over time," White says.
Soros says INET is already one of his most successful ventures. Less than two years after the group's founding, some of the research it has sponsored is getting published in mainstream economics journals. The revolution has begun.
If he makes it to his 90s, Soros might see the return of a functional international monetary system. Many at the conference are persuaded by theories shared by Barry Eichengreen, an economic historian at the University of California, Berkeley, and Hélène Rey, an economics professor at the London Business School. They say it is only a matter of time before the euro and the yuan become viable options to the dollar. The U.S. is bringing this shift on itself by running massive budget deficits and setting its benchmark interest rates at 0, undermining confidence in the dollar. Investors are turning to the euro as the next best thing, and are likely to continue to do so. Meanwhile, Chinese authorities are steadily allowing more yuan to circulate outside of China, an acknowledgment that their economy has become too big to control from Beijing.
Says Eichengreen, "1944 was special. The Second World War was raging. The U.S. was the dominant power. Lots of countries, because they were in the enemy camp, were not even at the table. Now, when the G20, with its diverse interests, has to agree on anything and everything, the process is going to be a long, slow one."
The long, slow road comes at a cost. Eichengreen previously attended a conference on the international monetary system at Bretton Woods in 1992, a fact he raises to illustrate that economists and officials have been grappling with these issues for a long time. Since that gathering, the world has endured the Asian financial crisis, the Latin American financial crisis, the Russian financial crisis, the U.S. technology bust, another U.S. recession in 2001 and the Great Recession. How many crises are the leaders of the world's major economies willing to endure? If the future is clear, why not bring it forward? This is what Soros will be telling every politician he sees.
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With the amazing help of Doctor Steve, Pablo had taken a few more steps on the road to becoming a man, the senior boy he had always boasted of being, without much justification given his immaturity. Darius had recently taken similar steps to manhood, having brought order to the chaos of the boys' fight, where he had exhibited all the signs of leadership.
Mark, the authoritative cop, not unnaturally, wanted to nudge his boy Jamie in the same direction. Jamie was the third of the most senior boys but he was still content just being a laid-back young surfer - California mellow. Mark encouraged Jamie's friendship with Mario, the sophisticated, self-assured Italian boy, but he wanted Jamie to shed his remaining insecurities, to assert himself and assume his rightful place as one of the senior in-charge boys.
With this in mind, Mark had proposed a trip to the same Guadalupe dunes where Bob and Zack had recently indulged in their macho sex games. Some time ago Mark had made a gift of his own shack up there to Jamie, and now he made clear that Jamie would be the host to him and Mario. And so, a few days later, they had loaded the rowboat onto Mark's big truck along with their surfboards and the rest of their gear and were driving north along the coast.
Easing Jamie into a leadership role right away Mark had pleaded exhaustion after back-to-back shifts and asked Jamie to drive. So now Jamie sat proudly behind the wheel of the big truck, with Mario beside him. The cop was content to doze in the passenger seat, listening with amusement to the boys' surfer talk. And on the subject of water and waves Jamie was literally in his element, a real expert, and naturally assumed the role of guide and mentor.
Mark knew that Jamie had the makings of leadership in him because he had seen him become a different boy in settings where he considered himself an expert, such as now, authoritatively teaching Mario some of the finer techniques in surfing. Mark had admired him too in the office at home where, as Bob's assistant and with his patient guidance, the boy had learned quickly.
Bob and Mark had smiled to each other as they watched Jamie going over the construction company's budget with the boss, Randy. "No, sir," Jamie had said firmly, "you're wrong there. It can't be done under the current budget ..... we'd have to transfer funds from one of the other projects otherwise we'd be going into deficit." (Randy had taken instruction from Jamie well, Bob had been pleased to note. One thing about Randy, he admired firmness and efficiency, especially in a boy.)
All this drifted through Mark's mind as he listened to Jamie with his eyes half closed, the strength and authority in Jamie's voice making the cop's cock hard in his jeans. Mark always loved the way the boy obediently offered his gorgeous ass to him every evening, but this commanding tone made him extra hot.
Mario listened attentively, occasionally asking a question for clarification, but from time to time he glanced quickly at Mark and smiled. Through his half-closed eyes Mark saw Mario's look and acknowledged it with a soft smile of his own. It was at moments like this that he realized how much Mario understood of Mark's goals for Jamie.
Mark had not discussed his plan with Mario - that would have been too much like a conspiracy - but Mario had come to know Jamie and Mark intimately and was well aware of the dynamic between the master and his boy. The handsome young Italian had huge respect (and usually a hard-on) for the gorgeous cop, and had developed a strong affinity to Jamie - almost like a brother, though they came from totally different backgrounds - the blond Southern California surfer and the dark, sophisticated Italian from Tuscany. Actually, lovers would have been more accurate than brothers, as sex between them was sensational.
The thought of Jamie becoming more dominant turned Mario on too, but of course he knew better than to intervene in Mark's plans. He would stay in the background and help out only when called upon. He was quite sure that the cop could handle it - as he handled everything.
And so, heading north, Jamie talked, Mario listened - and Mark slept.
"Sir, we're here." Mark woke from a dream-filled sleep, shook his head and found himself looking through the window at Jamie standing by the truck with a beaming smile. "You slept most of the way, sir." Mark yawned and stretched. He was wearing the black tank top that turned Jamie on so much and now his muscles rippled under it. "OK, kiddo," he said. "Thanks for doing the driving - now let me help you boys unload the gear."
"Absolutely not, sir," Jamie insisted. "Me and Mario can handle all that. Don't forget - you're my guest this trip so why don't you finish your nap on the patio?"
"Aye-aye, captain .... if you insist."
"I do, sir," Jamie grinned. So, while he and Mario went about unloading the rowboat, jamming their surfboards upright in the soft sand and carrying the rest of their stuff into the shack, Mark stood on the patio, pulled the tank off over his head and stretched again, his glorious body gleaming in the sunlight. Watching from the truck with Jamie Mario said, "I hate it when he does that. Gives me a roaring hard-on and I want to jack off all over him."
"Maybe later," Jamie laughed. Mark sprawled in a large wicker chair on the deck, shirtless and barefoot in just his old cargo shorts. He shoved a pillow behind his head and closed his eyes. The boys came back to the shack and gazed down at him. A grin came to the cop's handsome face and he opened one eye. "What are you two looking at?" he asked drowsily.
"Oh, nothing, sir," Jamie blurted out, but Mario was not so bashful. "Actually, sir, we were looking at you - with boners in our surf trunks. But don't worry - we'll leave you in peace. We're gonna walk into town and shop for groceries and all the stuff we need."
"Nah," Mark said, "don't worry about that, kids. I'll take care of that after my nap. Why don't you go away and play - maybe find a way to take care of those bulges in your shorts?" And he closed his eyes again.
Jamie grinned at Mario. "OK, dude, let's do as the man says, eh?"
Jamie pulled off his loose tank top and Mario his T-shirt. Jamie grabbed a blanket from the shack, threw his arm over Mario's shoulder and they walked together over the dunes, barefoot in just their board-shorts. Maybe it was the feel of the hot sun on their backs or the warm sand between their toes ...... maybe it was the excitement of just being together in this wild and beautiful place ..... or most likely it was the image of the gorgeous cop lying near-naked on the patio ..... It was probably a combination of all this that made their cocks stay hard and their bodies tingle with anticipation.
They reached a sun-baked hollow in the dunes, where the only sounds were the seagulls overhead, the breeze whispering through the dune grass and the distant hiss of waves washing ashore. This was the place. Jamie shook the blanket and spread it on the sand. He threw himself down on it on his back and spread-eagled his arms and legs in blatant invitation.
Mario gazed down at the beautiful young surfer and flashed a gleaming smile. "Sei così bello, mi amico," he breathed, loosening the drawstring of his trunks, letting them drop and letting his rock-hard cock spring free. Jamie wriggled his butt against the warm blanket, reveling in the thought of the hot young Italian's cock inside it. But Mario had other ideas.
"Give me your hand, amico," Mario said, reaching down. Their hands locked and Mario pulled Jamie to his feet. He smiled into Jamie's surprised blue eyes and said, "Not this time, my friend. This time you are in charge, remember? It is what Mark wants ...." he kissed Jamie lightly on the lips "..... and what I want too - very much."
Mario fell onto his back on the blanket just as Jamie had done and now it was Jamie's turn to stare down at the dark, muscular Italian lying naked, propped up on his elbows. "Dude," Jamie grinned, "talk of 'belo'! That's about as 'belo' as it comes. He unlaced his board shorts, let them drop and stepped out of them. He was suddenly charged with a surge of testosterone as he gazed down at the naked Italian - offering himself - waiting.
Jamie dropped to his knees and asked, "Do you really want it, buddy?"
"Jamie, mostly I fuck your gorgeous ass, and even when you do fuck me it's gently. I've seen you in many moods, amico, but never rough. Give it to me, Jamie."
Another jolt of testosterone gripped Jamie; he pushed Mario's legs back and spat on his butt hole. The sight of the handsome, masculine young Italian added more fuel to the fire consuming Jamie and his jaw clenched as he drove his cock inside his ass. He fell forward and gripped Mario's wrists above his head, staring down at him. "So - you want it rough? You got it, man." His muscles flexed as he pulled his hips back, then again slammed his cock in hard and deep, drawing a loud gasp from Mario.
Despite the ache in his ass Mario was mesmerized by the change in Jamie. No longer the laid-back, boyish surfer-dude, his classic features were set in a look of rugged determination. His tousled blond hair still flopped over his face but his blue eyes pierced Mario's like lasers as his cock gathered speed until it was a pile-driver in his ass. "Man, your ass has never felt this good," Jamie growled. "This what you want, boy?"
"Yes, sir .... please ..... your cock feels so good in my ass .... Aaah...." He groaned as the piston drove in even deeper. Jamie had never felt quite like this - empowered, in total command, with the Italian pinned to the ground, his prisoner, his athletic body writhing beneath him as Jamie pounded his ass. And suddenly he knew how Mark felt when he fucked him just like this. He remembered how Mark tamed his ass every evening. Mark was a master fuck and now Jamie copied him.
The ferocious fuck slowed and Jamie's cock began to caress the tender membrane of Mario's ass with long deep strokes, sending Mario into flights of euphoria, his head twisting from side to side. But just when he was lulled into a state of bliss Jamie picked up the tempo and soon his rod was driving into Mario's ass even deeper than before. Alternating between a savage pounding and a gentle massage of his captive's ass, Jamie was playing with him, like a cat plays with its helpless prey.
Jamie had learned from Mark that being in command meant more than just a raw, savage fuck. Controlling a man meant keeping him on edge, oscillating between pain and pleasure, never knowing what would come next. And Mario was learning that Jamie was capable of this .... he had the makings of a true top-man, just like his master. Jamie was on fire, his eyes blazing as he skillfully worked his friend's ass. "Man, your ass is perfect," he panted, "and it's mine. "This time I own it - understand?"
"Capisco," Mario said, reverting to Italian in his delirium. "Tu sei il migliore - you are the best." He was looking up at a man, not a boy, and he moaned, "Fuck me, sir ..... my ass is yours."
And so it continued under the blazing sun as the seagulls swooped and screamed overhead. From that far up the perspective would have been of two small naked figures far below, moving in unison, one atop the other, alone in the emptiness of the dunes. A closer view revealed a tanned, blond surfer, his hard rod hammering the ass of a handsome, dark-haired boy, both of them moaning in the joy of sexual conquest and submission.
Jamie was reaching the pinnacle of passion and as his savage fuck slowed once more to a tender caress he grinned down at Mario. "Now you're gonna do what I tell you, dude, 'cause I'm the boss." Mario gazed up in surrender. "Anything you tell me, Jamie. Anything."
Jamie took another leaf out of Mark's playbook. "I wanna see you shoot a load for me, boy, without touching your cock. Maybe this'll help...." He pulled his cock slowly back up Mario's chute and all the way out, then paused with its head resting on the warm hole. Mario gazed up at the strong, masculine features - the clenched jaw, strong cheek bones, tangled blond hair .... and that flawless sun-tanned physique. Gripped in the vise of Jamie's hands over his wrists Mario held his breath - and waited.
Jamie's eyes flashed as he said, "Here it comes, boy...." His hips slammed forward and his cock plunged into the hot ass like a jackhammer, forcing its way over the inner sphincter and coming to rest in the fiery depths of Mario's ass. Mario's eyes opened wide and he screamed as his cock reared up and blasted a ribbon of cum high in the air, then raining down on his heaving chest. A second stream shot even higher and splashed onto his face.
While Mario's cock was still erupting Jamie pulled out his cock, held it steady in his fist, felt it pulse and watched juice pour from it, mixing with the pools of cum smothering Mario's body and face. They both stared in wonder and disbelief at the twin jets of semen flowing together, an outpouring of their twin passions.
It took a while for their juice to stop flowing, their heartbeats to subside. Then there was stillness as they stared at each other. It was Jamie's mouth that crinkled first, his eyes sparkling. Mario quickly followed and ..... they both sputtered, choked .... and erupted in peals of laughter. Jamie was a high-spirited boy again, after his lusty performance as a macho stud, and impulsively he fell forward onto Mario's cum slick body. They rolled over the blanket in each other's arms laughing, kissing, licking in a giddy display of youthful high spirits.
When eventually their exuberance subsided they lay back on the blanket side by side gazing up at the sky. "Amico," Mario said, "you were magnifico .... you looked so hot. You are, of course, a beautiful boy, but as a man.....! Wow, spettacoloso - almost like a young version of Mark. Is that how he fucks you?"
"Pretty much," Jamie grinned, pleased and flattered. Mario turned his face to his friend and said, "Jamie, he is going to love you like that. I guarantee."
With adrenaline still coursing through them they decided to work off their high spirits in the ocean. They raced each other over the dunes, down to the water and plunged into the waves, where they gamboled and tussled like playful young puppies. Jamie broke away and raced off through the shallow surf with Mario in hot pursuit. When he caught up they turned and ran back toward the shack, matching each other stride for stride. They detoured up to the dunes, grabbed the cum-streaked blanket and jogged back to the shack. They pulled up short as they saw in the distance that Mark was still motionless, sprawled in the wicker chair on the patio.
They approached silently and stared down in awe at the magnificent sight of the near-naked cop, his Greek-God face tilted slightly to the side, eyes closed, the perfectly sculpted features, lantern jaw and tangled blond hair and the trace of a smile on his lips. Their eyes ran down his sculpted torso, his muscles rippling slightly, catching the sun as his chest rose and fell evenly. It seemed he was dreaming as the trace of a smile played over his lips in sleep and the bulge in his shorts caught the boys' rapt attention.
Despite their recent orgasms Jamie and Mario both had huge erections in their shorts, inevitable as they gazed down at the stunning sight. Jamie pulled his cock out and nodded at Mario to do the same. Careful to remain silent they communicated in mute facial gestures. Jamie looked down at Mario's shorts .... 'Come on dude, let's do it.' Mario stared at him with a wide-eyed question mark .... 'Are you sure?' Jamie shrugged and grinned, urging him on ..... 'Sure I'm sure.' Then he whispered, "Can't let this go to waste, dude."
And so they did it - stroking their cocks, gazing down at the beautiful cop. When he moaned and stirred in his sleep his head flopped to the other side, his muscles flexed and gleamed in the sunlight .... and that did it. The boys pounded their cocks faster, they clenched their jaws to stifle their shouts ..... and two streams of cum splashed down on Mark's chest, followed by others on his ripped abs and onto his face.
They saw his head shake, he waved his hand as if swatting away a fly, he licked his lips and the bitter sweet taste of cum made him open his eyes. It was as if he were still dreaming as he looked up through a film of cum at two boys in board shorts, one blond, one dark, both gorgeous. They were holding their cocks and as full consciousness returned Mark realized what they had just done.
"What the fuck?" he yelled, bracing his elbows on the arms of the chair, looking down at the pools of cum on his chest and feeling it run down his face. "This is your fucking jism all over me. You wait 'til I....."
"No, sir!" Jamie's authoritative voice rang out. "You wanted me to take charge this trip, so I did. Don't blame Mario .... he busted his load over you 'cause I told him to. And he does just what I tell him to."
Startled, Mark stared up at Jamie and his initial anger, born of surprise, dissipated. There was something different about the boy - way different. His look, his attitude, his beaming face that rivaled the sun in its brilliance. It was a Jamie he had rarely seen before - and it was a massive turn-on.
Jamie was still in charge as he decreed, "And now, sir, me and Mario are gonna clean you up." With a glance at Mario he knelt on the deck at one side of Mark's chair and Mario did the same on the other side. Mark stirred as if to rise, but Jamie quickly grabbed Mark's discarded tank top off the floor and used it to tie Mark's wrist to the arm of the chair. Mario looked around, saw the T-shirt he had taken off earlier and bound Mark's other wrist.
Jamie knew that Mark could have got free in a second so he directed a steely gaze at him. "Sir, we want you to remain still while we clean your body." Mark saw the determination in Jamie's eyes and felt an urge to obey this man-boy. With a sense of relief and excitement he willingly surrendered to his boy's order and relaxed back into the chair. Jamie unbuttoned Mark's shorts and slid them down over his legs and off. He and Mario stared at the rock-hard cock that sprang free, salivating over the naked muscle-cop bound to the chair.
Then the boys went to work on him, leaning over him and lapping up the cum from his tanned flesh - Jamie from his chest, Mario from his washboard abs. They licked, slurped and kissed with increasing ardor. The cop stirred and moaned, instinctively trying to grab his cock, but his wrists were tied. He was helpless, at the mercy of his boy, and the cop's unaccustomed feeling of powerlessness was a massive turn-on. Jamie was in charge ..... he was Jamie's prisoner ..... and god, it felt good.
The boys licked the contours of Mark's torso - between the ridges of the abs, up through the cleft between his bulging pecs, up to his cum-soaked neck .... and up to his face. Mark pressed his head back into the pillow offering up his face, and felt one boy's lips kissing his eyes, while the other boy licked cum from his mouth. Their tongues ran over his forehead, then his cheeks, until both of them settled on his lips.
Mark opened his eyes and looked down at two heads, the tousled blond hair of one, the other with curly black hair, and both beautiful young faces in profile as they kissed his mouth, forcing their tongues inside. He reciprocated, searching their mouths in turn with his tongue, sucking in their breaths, moaning as he tasted the sweet essence of youthful passion.
Slowly their mouths moved off his face, back down over his neck, down to his chest .... his nipples. "Aaah!" "He inhaled sharply as he felt a mouth close over each nipple, tongues licking them gently. He looked down and saw the boys feeding hungrily on his chest, felt the exquisite pain as they began to bite on them. Again he pulled at his bound wrists, eager to press their heads against his chest, and again he had to surrender to his boy's control.
As they felt the chest flex hard under them the boys caught each other's smiling eyes with the recognition of shared lust. God, Mario thought, Jamie was good at this. Once he grasped his own manhood he could drive a man wild - as he was doing to Mark. So Mario followed Jamie's cues as they pulled their teeth off Mar's tits and moved quickly lower, over the abs to their primary target.
Soon they were burying their faces in Mark's tangle of sweat-soaked pubic hair, licking it, munching it, buried in the musky smell and taste of the macho cop. Working in perfect unison the boys moved their mouths off the hair and onto the balls, licking them, kissing them, and then, incredibly, closing their mouths over them, one boy on each swelling globe, sucking hard, pulling on the scrotum.
"Aaah," Mark gasped. His tortured body writhed in the chair, his muscles flexing hard. He moaned, "Jesus Christ, that feels ..... Oh Jesus .... Untie my wrists, man ..... I gotta touch my cock so bad." With one last yank on the testicle Jamie pulled his mouth off and raised his head. "No, sir. No need. We'll take care of that." He grinned down at Mario, lowered his head again and together they started work on the huge cock standing straight up, rigid as a pole.
They began at the base, one tongue on each side, licking, kissing, wrapping their lips round the thick shaft. Slowly they moved upward, to the sound of the cop's ragged breathing and ecstatic moans. It was a long way up but they finally reached their goal - the corona, the hard rim at the base of the head - and they flicked their tongues at the most sensitive part of the cock. "Aaaah .... No ..... I can't take it, man ..... you're gonna make me ......"
"No!" Jamie reared back on his knees and glared defiantly at Mark. "You will not cum until I say so. You gave me control and I'm using it. If you cum before I give you permission I will have failed." A slight smile flickered over his face. "And we don't want that, do we?"
"No, sir," Mark said, surprised to hear that word coming from his own mouth. Jamie looked down at Mario and said, "OK, buddy .... finish him off." Mark felt the tongue move up the head of his cock then poke into the hole at the tip as Mario savored the pre-cum oozing from it. There was a pause, and then the mouth slid down over the head, down further over the length of the shaft until, incredibly, it slid to the back of Mario's throat and his face was buried once more in the damp pubic hair.
Mark's body was on fire and he trembled, desperate to hold back his orgasm. He wanted his boy to succeed in his dominant role but, more than that, he found himself wanting to obey him, to restrain his climax until the boy gave him permission. It was one of the most erotic sensations he had ever felt, at the mercy of his own boy, desperate to please him. And then things got more intense.
Jamie leaned over him, their faces only inches apart and Jamie's steady, resolute eyes were staring into his. Mark moaned as Mario sucked his cock expertly, but he could not tear his eyes away from Jamie's. "You see," Jamie smiled. "I do have it in me. I can drive any man crazy with lust .... especially you, sir." He leaned lower and pressed his lips against Mark's in an open-mouthed, airtight kiss so they were breathing the same air back and forth. And still Mario worked relentlessly on Mark's cock, sliding it deep into his throat.
When Jamie pulled his mouth back Mark was gasping. The cop was completely in his boy's sexual power, his body on fire, every fiber of his being desperate for release. He was floating in a trance, hypnotized by the boy's steel blue eyes and he heard himself plead. "I need to shoot so bad. Please, man, I submit to you .... let me cum ..... please, sir....."
Jamie smiled down at him and said simply, "OK, do it. Do it for me .... because you love me."
The muscle-god's naked body shook, spasmed, then flexed ..... "Aaah .... Aaah .... Aaagh! I love you, Jamie!" Mario gagged as the cock exploded in his mouth, and he swallowed hard as semen poured down his throat. Wild-eyed he looked up and saw Jamie approaching. In a seamless transition Mario's mouth pulled off the cock and was immediately replaced by Jamie's, who gulped down the juice still streaming from the policeman's cock.
Mario took Jamie's place at Mark's face and pressed his mouth against the cop's, letting Mark's cum flow between them. Mark was in a daze, unaware who was kissing him and who was draining his cock. Suddenly he felt more lips on his, more cum filling his mouth. Both boys were kissing him, licking his lips, his face, his eyes and still he was swallowing his own cum.
At last Jamie sprang to his feet and Mario did the same. They towered over Mark, arms folded across their chests, gazing down in awe at the naked cop tied to the chair, veins standing out in his rippling muscles, his cock drained, his eyes glazed, head thrown back in total exhaustion. As Mark's vision cleared his boy came into focus and he heard him say, "Now you know, sir. Now you know what it feels like when your boy takes charge - when he becomes a man."
Through heaving breaths Mark said, "Jamie, you were spectacular. I've never seen you like that. You are such a stud - such a fucking turn on."
Mario turned and grinned at Jamie. "Told you, didn't I? Told you he'd love it."
Jamie quickly untied Mark's wrists and pulled him to his feet. Mario took a discreet step back as man and boy came together in a passionate embrace. Then Mark opened one arm and beckoned Mario in. "Come here, Mario. You're one of us now."
When they finally pulled apart Jamie changed the mood and the topic. "Now I'm dying to get in those waves - look at them, they're perfect. I'll wax the boards, dude." Mark watched the tall young athlete stride over to the surfboards, then turned to Mario. "He's incredible, Mario ..... stunning. What happened between you two in the dunes?"
"He fucked me, sir, but a fuck like none before. He was so macho - such a .... a top. It was an incredible fuck ..... he said that's how you fuck him - he learned it all from you."
Mark grinned with pride, "He said that, did he? Well, wherever it came from, I want more of it. In the meantime I gotta go for a run - clear my head after all that sleeping - and waking up with jism all over me," he chuckled. He pulled on his shorts and they walked over to Jamie. "Hey, kid, I'm gonna go for a swim and a run along the beach. Then I'll circle back over the dunes to the village and get the groceries we need. Now I know I always say this, but you guys take care out there. I don't need to tell you how unpredictable those currents can be."
"OK, sir," Jamie grinned. "I'll take good care of myself and my Italian amico here." Mark ruffled Jamie's hair and took off running through the waves."
Now for something where Jamie really was the master - surfing. Mario had only moderate skills, having only begun to surf when he came to work at the Laguna Beach hotel. So as they stood on the sand looking out to sea Jamie said, "You can tell a lot about the conditions just by watching from the shore. See, the waves are breaking real nice - not too big but keeping their shape. Farther out it looks like there's a moderate current running so we have to pay attention in case it gets stronger. OK, buddy, you ready?"
They ran into the water, threw their boards forward and straddled them, paddling strongly to pierce the breaking waves. Once out in the slight swell beyond the waves they turned toward the shore and looked back over their shoulders. "OK, dude, this next set's a beaut....." With Jamie shouting instructions so Mario got the timing right they jumped up on their boards sped along the crest of the wave, howling with exhilaration.
Way up the beach Mark looked over his shoulder as he ran and saw the boys in the far distance, moving in perfect harmony. He smiled to himself, pleased that the boys were getting along so well. He always wanted Jamie to have a close friend and Mario, with his calm sophistication, seemed to fill the role perfectly.
But it was Jamie who most strongly occupied his thoughts - and his feelings. He kept seeing his boy's tough, determined face as he and Mario had worked him over, tied to the chair. He had rarely seen Jamie take charge in this macho way, but it was what he had wanted and it was a huge turn-on. And when he remembered Mario describing how Jamie had forcefully fucked him in the dunes he felt his cock grow stiff as it bounced in his shorts.
Then he caught sight of something else .... three other surfers in the distance being carried by the current parallel to the shore. They apparently didn't have Jamie's skill at staying out of the strongest part of the current. Still, Mark was pleased to see they had company. Safety in numbers if anyone got into difficulties. With a sigh of contentment he continued his run.
Out in the waves Jamie saw the three approaching surfers. They looked younger than him and Mario - not much over eighteen - and it was clear to Jamie right away that they were not very skilled surfers. "Hey, guys," he shouted cheerfully, "bitchin waves, eh?" As they floated closer he added, "Strong lateral current though, that's what carried you here. Stay a bit closer to shore so you don't catch the worst of it."
They acknowledged his instruction with a wave but didn't make any attempt to heed his warning. Jamie, Mario and the three newcomers caught a few more waves and Jamie saw, as he had thought, that they were not experienced surfers, unsteady on their boards. This increased his anxiety about the strengthening current and as they sat astride their boards waiting for the next set he said to Mario. I don't like the pull of this current, dude .... look how far it's taken us. We better call it quits for now."
"Hey, guys," he yelled to the three youngsters. "That lateral current's getting real gnarly. Trouble is there's a rip-tide undercurrent too and they meet right around here. Me and my buddy are gonna ride the next wave in - you should do the same. Just follow us."
Luckily the next wave was a big one, strong enough to counteract the rip current. Jamie and Mario jumped up at just the right time and rode it all the way in to the shore, their best ride of the day. "Awesome, dude," Jamie grinned, jumping off his board and tucking it under his arm.
Mario gazed at him spellbound. This was Jamie at his best, a beautiful athlete glowing with health and excitement as he strode through the shallow water in his clinging shorts, his pumped muscles gleaming wet in the sunlight, his tangled blond hair blowing in the breeze. Enhancing the image was his air of authority, his ease in the elements of water and wind, his natural leadership in giving instructions to the younger boys.
But when Jamie turned his head and looked back his satisfied expression changed to anger and frustration. "Shit damn, those stupid assholes. They're still out there." Mario followed Jamie as he ran up the beach to the shack, planted his board in the sand and shaded his eyes to see more clearly. "See that dude? Fucking idiots - they're caught in the current and doing exactly the wrong thing. They're trying to fight it instead of going with it. Shit, I'm gonna have to take the boat out and help them."
"I'm right with you," said Mario, but Jamie protested. "It could get pretty hairy, buddy. Those currents can be wicked. Don't wanna put you in danger."
Mario looked mildly offended. "Hey, were amicos, right. You don't think I'm gonna let you go out there alone, do you?"
Jamie grinned at him. "Sorry, dude. You're right. Come on then - let's rock." The rowboat was beside the shack and Jamie threw in the oars and some lengths of rope. Together they hauled it down to the water, pushed it out and jumped in. "OK, dude, while I row, you be ready to help the boys when we reach them," said Jamie, the natural captain of the ship. Mario sat in the stern and Jamie sat facing him. He slotted the oars into the rowlocks, dipped them in the water and began to pull hard on the oars.
Despite the anxiety of the moment Mario once again gazed in awe at his blond friend, at the clenched jaw, the tough, determined look on his face and his gorgeous body, his muscles straining to the max as he applied all his strength to the oars. Again his ocean skills served him well as he adjusted his speed depending on the current, slicing through the crests of the incoming waves.
They finally made it to the three boys who were obviously in trouble, wobbling as they sat astride their boards. "Help, we're caught in the....." one of them shouted but Jamie cut him off. "Save your breath, boy. Now here's what's gonna happen. The most important thing - don't lose your board. Sitting like that you risk getting knocked off and swept away. So get down flat on your belly on the board and wrap one arm round it. My buddy here's gonna throw you a rope each. Wrap it round your free wrist and hang on. We'll tow you behind the boat. I'll be facing you and if anyone feels he's in trouble, just yell and my buddy will help you."
"OK, sir," one of them said. There was something in the authoritative voice that inspired trust in them, despite their panic, and they did exactly as the boss ordered. In a few minutes they were set. Mario had secured three lengths of rope to the stern and thrown them to the boys who were lying on their boards and grabbed the ropes as ordered. Now it was up to Jamie and he pulled hard on the oars.
He was so intent on his task that he didn't look up to see the tall figure standing on the rocks in the distance. When Mark had walked over the dunes to the shack, laden with grocery bags, he looked puzzled as he saw Jamie and Mario rowing out through the waves. Then he saw the three figures waving frantically further out, obviously trapped in the current. Instantly Mark grasped what was happening - his boys were going out to the rescue. He dropped the bags on the sand and his impulse was to race into the waves and swim out to them.
But even as he began to run he realized that he was doing the wrong thing. One more body in the water was one more body to rescue, and the boat wouldn't seat three without becoming dangerously heavy in these waves. Besides, nobody knew these waters like Jamie, and Mark had trained him well in rescue methods. He would let Jamie handle it and keep watch from the rocks, ready to dive in if they had problems. He could see Jamie shouting orders to the boys and knew that he had things under control. A flash of pride ran through him ..... his Jamie sure was growing up.
Out in the current Jamie was in total command. He was rowing with the lateral current but steering very gradually toward the shore trying to escape it. He kept his eye on the three boys and calmly gave orders to Mario if rope adjustments were needed. As Jamie rowed, the two friends concentrated on each other's eyes and, even in the middle of this predicament, there was something almost sexual about working together so intensely.
"It's working, buddy," Jamie panted, managing a grin. "We're pulling out of the current. You boys OK?" he shouted. "Yes, sir" ..... "thank you, sir," came the responses. Jamie's muscles were cracking under the strain but he clenched his jaw and rowed hard, easing the boat ever closer to shore. Then he caught sight of Mark racing along the shore parallel with them, and that gave him a burst of adrenaline. Suddenly he was doing this for Mark, to impress him, to show that he was strong, a leader - not just a laid-back surfer boy.
Mark watched anxiously from the beach, knowing that the hardest part would be when the boat caught the strong waves crashing ashore, as it could easily upset. But he frowned as Jamie stopped rowing. What the hell was he doing? He had turned the boat pointing toward the shore and was looking back over his shoulder. He was like a patient surfer, riding his board, waiting for the next good wave to build.
And then Mark knew. That's exactly what he was doing - just what he would be doing on a surfboard. Sure enough, Jamie suddenly started rowing furiously as the swell under the boat lifted it higher. He looked quickly to both sides, adjusted his stroke and then.... "I don't believe it," Mark said out loud.
The boat rose on the crest of the wave and Jamie steered it so it rode the crest like an expert surfer, towing the three surfboards behind it. The boat was surfing ashore! It came closer and closer on the curl of the wave and when the wave finally broke on the shore the boat landed evenly with a slight bump, skinning along the sand, with the three boys behind it as if they were riding surfboards to a perfect landing.
Mark dashed into the water, grabbed the prow and dragged the boat onto the sand. Jamie was slumped over the oars in exhaustion. Mark reached down, lifted him gently out of the boat and into his arms. "Jamie," he breathed into his ear, "that was magnificent. I've never seen anything like it. I am so proud of you, man, so lucky to have you."
Jamie lifted a jubilant face. "Thank you, sir. That's all I ever wanted - to make you proud."
Finally they broke apart and Jamie looked around him. He saw the three surfers up ahead walking along the beach with their boards under their arms, and yelled, "Hey .... Freeze!"
Mark looked at Mario and they both broke into a wide-eyed grin, hearing Jamie shout the cop's command. The boys turned round startled and Jamie said, "Come here." They approached, crestfallen and embarrassed - they had been too ashamed to face their rescuer. "Now listen up, boys. Me and my buddy here just saved your asses out there so a simple 'Thank You' would be way cool."
"Thank you, sir" .... "we're sorry" ...... "very sorry," came the chastened chorus. "That's better, and the next time someone like me tells you to do something you do it, is that clear?" Another, "Yes, sir," in unison. They were trembling and the smallest one seemed close to tears.
"OK, OK," Jamie said, softening. "You've had a bad scare, I know, but you're on dry land now and in one piece. And you're not the first to get into trouble in those currents. Same thing once happened to me and my buddies and we were rescued by this gentleman here." The three youngsters looked wide eyed at the big muscle-god as if he had stepped off another planet.
"Now - give us a hand here. You two, carry an oar each in your free hand, and you take the ropes. Come on." They did as told and Jamie walked between two of them with an arm over each one's shoulder. "Right, now let me explain the rules if ever you get caught in a lateral current again. Here's what you were doing wrong......"
As the youngsters walked on ahead with Jamie, Mark and Mario smiled at each other, hugely impressed by the way Jamie had spoken to the boys with a mix of sternness, compassion and guidance - signs of a real leader. "Well," Mark grinned at Mario, "looks like you and I get the boat, kiddo." Mario lifted the bow and Mark the heavier stern and they carried it easily with matching strides.
At the shack they deposited their loads and Jamie said, "What are you guys' names anyway?" They introduced themselves and Jamie said, "OK, you know you can't surf for shit so you need some instruction before you go out there again. Me and my buddy here will be out there tomorrow, so if you come by at 7am sharp I'll give you your first lesson."
"Thank you sir," they said, eyes shining. "That would be awesome." By now they were putty in the hands of their rescuer - so strong and commanding - and so totally gorgeous. They shook hands with him and the smallest one threw his arms round him, blushing deep red. Jamie grinned. "OK, OK, get off home now, and remember - 7 o'clock sharp."
They ran off and Jamie turned to the others and shook his head. "Jesus ..... young jerks bit off more than they could chew. Still, I guess I was like them not so long ago."
"Not any more, though," Mark said. "Not by a long shot." He had watched Jamie take charge of the boys and they clearly looked up to him with respect bordering on worship. Mark realized that ever since the danger had passed he had had an erection in his pants watching his boy take command as a dominant young man. He caught Jamie's eye and said, "Come with me, Jamie." They walked into the shack and closed the door.
Mario smiled to himself and sat on the deck. He had never felt happier in his life, being so close to these spectacular guys, loved by them both. "You're one of us," Mark had said. Mario was smart enough to know when his presence was welcome, which was most of the time, but also when to pull back and give Mark and Jamie time to be alone. Now was one of those times and as he heard the sounds coming from inside the shack his smile broadened.
In the subdued light of the shack Mark gazed at Jamie as if he were seeing him for the first time - which in a way he was. He surprised Jamie by dropping his shorts and lying on his back on the bed, just as Jamie did every day when the cop came home from work. "Come on, man," Mark said softly. "You know the drill."
Of course he did - except that now things were reversed. It had been a transformative day for Jamie - first his ferocious fuck of Mario, then his forceful treatment of Mark, tying him to a chair and controlling his orgasm, and then the adventure in the waves where he had been in absolute command. Adrenaline still coursed through his body .... he felt pumped, empowered ..... and now here lying before him, offering himself, was the spectacular naked cop. Yeah - he knew the drill, alright.
He flexed his muscles to excite Mark even more, then knelt on the bed and with his right hand pushed one of Mark's legs up high. He looked down at the cop's exposed ass, spat in his left hand and rubbed it against the hole, pushing first one finger, then two inside it, massaging the prostate as Mark had done so often to him. His voice was deeper than usual as he said, "Now I'm gonna fuck you, man."
His cock was rock hard and he pressed it against the hole, smiled down at the Greek-God face .... and suddenly plunged his rod deep into the warm ass. "Aaaagh!" Mark yelled, the first burst of pain quickly dissolving into a sensual warmth, then heat as his own glorious boy began to fuck his ass. Jamie's eyes pierced his as he accelerated the thrusts of his cock, building to the speed of a piston driving into the tight ass.
Still holding the leg back with his right hand, Jamie put his left hand behind his head, flared his lats and flexed his chest and biceps like a bodybuilder pose in a junior competition. He looked spectacular and Mark breathed heavily. "That feels fucking awesome, Jamie ..... you look so fine ..... such a fucking ..... man! "Fuck me, sir, fuck that cop's ass ..... take it ..... it's yours ....aaagh"
The shaft became a pile-driver, pounding his ass. Mark's flawless body bounced as it got hammered into the bed, his muscles flexed, his face thrashed from side to side, tears springing to his eyes. It was wild ..... he was getting fucked by his boy ..... no, no longer a boy. He had been fucked by his boy before, but not now .... now his ass was getting hammered by a man, a tough, dominant young athlete - a man he could submit to - a man he needed to submit to.
Jamie was stretching his arm up triumphantly like a cowboy riding a bucking stallion. "Yeah," Mark howled, "ride that ass, stud .... fuck that cop. I submit to you, man, you are so fucking beautiful. Please, man, shoot your load inside my ass - I wanna feel a man's juice inside me .... Please, man ..... do it."
Jamie's eyes were wild as he gazed down at the stunning muscle-god beneath him. He yelled at Mark, "Don't cum, man..... please don't cum ...... aaagh!" His body shuddered, then tensed, and his cock erupted inside the cop's ass, again and again, pouring cum deep inside him. Mark made a huge effort to hold back his own orgasm as he gazed up at the triumphant face of the rugged young buck who had just topped him.
But suddenly he saw a change come over that face. It was as if the fire drained from Jamie, his face crumpled and he fell forward on top of Mark pressing his face against his. Hearing gentle sobs Mark held him tight and said softly. "What's the matter, Jamie? You were sensational - the best ever. What's up, kiddo?" Jamie gazed into his eyes. "Sir, will you fuck me, sir, like you always do. That's why I asked you not to cum."
Mark smiled and kissed Jamie's cheek. He eased out from under him, picked him up and laid him gently on his back. He knelt over him, leaned forward, pinned his wrists to the bed and smiled at his beautiful boy. "Of course I'll fuck you, kiddo - like always - like this." He pressed his rigid cock against Jamie's ass, felt it relax, inviting him in, and he entered his boy, sliding his cock gently all the way inside him. "You know I have to shoot real soon, kiddo - I'm ready to explode. You've turned me on so much today, taking charge like you did - a real stud. It's an honor to fuck you, Jamie."
Jamie sighed and gazed into Mark's blue-gray eyes, saw his magnificent body rising over him and moaned softly as he felt his master's long shaft sliding in and out of his ass. "I love you, sir. I love being your boy. I love feeling your cock in my ass. Please cum inside me, sir." Mark grinned at him. "OK, Jamie .... you're in charge .....here it comes.... Aaah." They sighed together as the cop poured his juice inside his boy and they swam in each other's eyes.
A few minutes later they were lying on their sides gazing at each other. "Sir," Jamie said with a slight frown, "after today, will I still be your boy?"
"Jamie, you know you will always be my boy, now and forever. But after today you'll be a whole lot more - my boy, my man, my buddy, my lover. And it's gonna be so hot. See, kid, the great thing is you can be all those things together - being some guy's boy doesn't stop you being a man - even a top man. We'll fuck, get fucked, just as the mood takes us. And there's nothing like fucking a real man like you. It's gonna be so much fun. You are such a beautiful boy, and such a rugged, handsome young man. You know what you are, kid? You're my man-boy - and it doesn't get sexier than that."
Jamie grinned, "But you know, sir, it's real tiring being a top-man." Mark laughed and stroked his face. "Don't worry, kid, you'll grow into it. Stick with me and we'll be everything to each other."
"I think we already are, sir," Jamie said and snuggled closer.
Outside on the patio Mario smiled to himself. After all the love-making noises from inside had finally abated a stillness settled over the cabin, the only sounds now being the distant cry of the seagulls and the waves hissing onto the sand. Mario closed his eyes and drifted into a dream-filled sleep. His muddled dreams included the sound of a car, doors slamming and excited voices. The sounds persisted, grew louder and, as Mario stirred into consciousness he slowly opened his eyes, blinked, and found himself staring up at the smiling faces of .... the twins.
"Hey, Mario," they said excitedly. "Surprise!" He sat up and blinked again. "Mio dio - it sure is. Hi, guys - you here alone?"
"Of course not," said Kyle. "Bob brought us," said Kevin.
"Hey, Kyle, Kevin," said a deep voice. Mark too had been roused by the noise of the truck and now stood in the doorway, buck naked. "Where is Bob?"
"Right here, buddy." Bob came round the corner of the shack, shirtless in blue jeans. As he locked eyes with Mark their faces lit up with dazzling smiles.
TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" - Chapter 202


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A Super-Lightweight jQuery Toast Plugin
Looking for a lightweight toast jQuery plugin? Here's a super simple one I wrote for this site, called gtqToast. It minifies to just 520 bytes.
(function($) { 'use strict'; var $toastList = $('

').appendTo('body'); //register the plugin $.fn.gtqToast = function(options) { var settings = $.extend({}, {fade: 500, linger: 4000}, options), $toast = $('

') .appendTo($toastList), $container = $('

') .html(this) .appendTo($toast), height = $toast.height(); $container.hide(); $toast.css({display: 'none', position: 'static', visibility: 'visible', height: height}) .slideDown(160, function() { $container.fadeIn(settings.fade) .delay(settings.linger) .fadeOut(settings.fade, function() { $toast.remove(); }); }); }; $.gtqToast = function(text, options) { $('').text(text).gtqToast(options); }; })(jQuery);
It needs this bit of CSS as well (note that I assume you use a CSS reset, otherwise you'll want to add properties like
list-style: none):
#gtqToast { position: fixed; bottom: 10%; z-index: 102; text-align: center; width: 100%; } #gtqToast div { display: inline-block; background: rgba(0,0,0,0.75); color: #fff; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; padding: 14px 20px; border-radius: 20px; box-shadow: 3px 3px 9px 1px rgba(0,0,0,0.3); margin-top: 8px; }
What the plugin does: inserts an empty
ul (unordered list) tag into the DOM with a fixed bottom position 10% up from the bottom of the viewport. This list will hold the toasts. You can trigger a toast in two ways.
// #1, call on a jQuery object $('This is my toast').gtqToast(); // #2 call with text $.gtqToast('Another toast, yay!');
These calls will add the toast to our list and fade them in. If you look at the plugin code, I actually add a
div inside the
li to contain the toast message. Plus you'll notice some weird CSS changing. I did this to account for multiple toasts becoming visible at the same time. What will happen is, existing toasts will slide upward when a new toast is added, then the new toast will fade in.
There are only two settings you can change on this basic plugin: fade is the fade in/out speed, and linger is the length of time the toast will stay on the screen. The defaults should be fine for most cases.
Feel free to use this if it fits your needs!
Simple, Light-Weight Radio Button Replacement jQuery Plugin
Here's the plugin code, with comments:
(function($) { // source: http://www.gotoquiz.com/web-coding/ 'use strict'; //the plugin $.fn.niceRadio = function(options) { if (this.length !== 0) { //initialize settings & vars var settings = $.extend( { baseClass: 'nr_base', focusClass: 'nr_focus', checkedClass: 'nr_checked'}, options), $radios = this, $aset = $(); $radios.each(function(i, el) { var $radio = $(el), //create an anchor per radio that will be our radio replacement $a = $(''); //give each radio a custom class with a counter (nr_r#) for easy lookup $radio.addClass('nr_r'+ i) //store the counter value as data as well .data('nrId', i) //insert the anchor immediately after the radio .after($a) //hide the radio visually .css({position: 'absolute', 'margin-left': -2999}); //if radio was already checked, add the checked class to it's replacement if ($radio.is(':checked')) $a.addClass(settings.checkedClass); //collect the set of anchors as they are created $aset = $aset.add($a); }); //when an anchor is clicked... $aset.click(function(e) { e.preventDefault(); //$clicked is the anchor var $clicked = $(this), //$checked is the radio to be checked $checked = $('.nr_r'+ $clicked.data('nrId')); //check it $checked.prop('checked', true) //focus it .focus() //trigger the change event on it .change(); }); //when a radio received focus, add the focus class to its replacement $radios.focus(function() { $('#nr_a'+ $(this).data('nrId')).addClass(settings.focusClass); }) //when a radio loses focus, remove the focus class from it's replacement .blur(function() { $('#nr_a'+ $(this).data('nrId')).removeClass(settings.focusClass); }) //when a radio is changed, call the changeEvent function .change(function() { changeEvent($(this)); }); return $radios; } //called when a radio selection changes function changeEvent($radio) { //if $radio is checked... if ($radio.prop('checked')) { //remove checked class from any other anchor associated with //radios of the same name $('.nr_for_'+ $radio.attr('name')).removeClass(settings.checkedClass); //add checked class to this radio's replacement $('#nr_a'+ $radio.data('nrId')).addClass(settings.checkedClass); } else $('#nr_a'+ $radio.data('nrId')).removeClass(settings.checkedClass); } }; })(jQuery);
This requires some CSS rules, which might look like:
.nr_base { display: inline-block; height: 16px; width: 16px; background: transparent url(radio_sprite.png) no-repeat 0 0; vertical-align: middle; } .nr_checked { background-position: -16px 0; } .nr_focus { outline: 1px dotted #555; } .nr_checked.nr_focus { outline: none; }
Minified, this radio replacement plugin shrinks to under 1KB. It handles tabbing and focus properly, for both screen readers and keyboard users. It handles radio changes via clicking associated labels. And by using an anchor tag to hold the radio replacement image, it handles the odd browser that does not treat labels as clickable (a problem with some of the other radio replacement plugins I encountered).
Feel free to use this plugin as you like, and I hope it proves useful! Let me know if you find any bugs or particular browser quirks.
Make Rainbow-Colored Lists (and other HTML elements) – jQuery plugin
How to make rainbow-colored lists? I started searching for a solution and found a plugin for rainbow text, which inspired me to write my own jQuery plugin to rainbow-ify lists and other sets of HTML elements.
I'm used to working with RGB hex color codes. But there is no intuitive way to generate a spectrum of color using RGB, so I turned to HSL (hue, saturation and lightness). Most modern browsers support colors specified with
hsl(hue, saturation%, lightness%), although IE versions prior to 9 do not. So I started out using HSL, adding IE support later. I found that keeping the saturation and lightness constant at 100% and 80% respectively while increasing the hue in steps produces a really nice rainbow effect.
Let's back up a bit. Consider the following styled list:
I'd like to color this list to look like a rainbow. Using CSS alone is unwieldy; without knowing in advance the number of elements in the list, it's impossible. We need to use Javascript to get this result:
Here's how I did it–my rainbow plugin code (~1KB when minified):
jQuery Shake Plugin to, er, Make Elements Shake
I wanted to make a submit button shake back and forth when the form input is invalid, signaling the user that there was a problem. Simple enough. So I googled around for an existing solution, but the jquery plugins I found only made elements vibrate like crazy. I wanted a left-right shake.
Well it turned out to be very easy to implement myself. Minified, my shake jquery plugin is less than 0.5KB. Here's a demo page. Here's the code:
(function($) { 'use strict'; //the plugin call $.shake = $.fn.shake = function(options) { if (this.length !== 0) { //initialize settings & vars var settings = $.extend( { distance: 12, iterations: 3, duration: 160, easing: 'swing'}, options), $shakeThis = this; return $shakeThis.each(function(i, el) { var $el = $(el), marg = ($el.parent().width() / 2) - ($el.outerWidth() / 2); $el.css('margin-left', marg); for (var j = 0; j < settings.iterations; j++) leftRight($el, marg); $el.animate({'margin-left': marg}, settings); }); } function leftRight($el, marg) { $el.animate({'margin-left': (marg - settings.distance)}, settings) .animate({'margin-left': (marg + settings.distance)}, settings); } }; })(jQuery);
Best stats plugin for WordPress: ShortStat
This is just my opinion, based on what I was looking for, which is: a very simple WordPress blog plugin for gathering and reporting stats like unique and total hits, referrers, and search keywords. I wasn't interested in a heavy-weight stats program. I already use Google Analytics, but for this blog I wanted a plugin to put exactly the stats I'm interested in on my WordPress dashboard.
ShortStat does exactly what I want. It's a simple and (as of this writing) actively-maintained WordPress stats plugin that provides a quick dashboard link, putting your stats a mere click away. Read more


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To make a success aoili one needs a good marble mortar, garlic pods, olive oil, wooden olive tree pestle and "elbow oil".
"Small craftiness to digest easily this heavy traditional meal of Provence: drink before the meal or later, never hanging."
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Struggling with IT programs on a shrinking budget? One agency CIO has set five priorities for succeeding at IT management in a time of fiscal restraint.
EPA's new CIO, Malcolm Jackson, proposes five steps to making progress on IT during a time of doing "three things with the same dollars that we used to do two things with."
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A new website provides problem-solving resources for federal CIOs.
Senators have introduced legislation that would require agency CIOs to conduct a review of an IT project if it deviates 20 percent or more from its baseline cost estimate.
A group of senators plans to introduce a bill soon that will hold federal agencies and the Office of Management and Budget accountable to either fix or terminate IT projects that are failing.
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Disney's Christmas Favorites is a 1979 Disneyland Records LP album featuring Disney versions of Christmas songs. The songs are performed by Larry Groce, the Mike Sammes Singers, and the Disneyland Children's Sing-along Chorus, and the backing instrumentals are by the Golden Strings.
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1979 Disneyland DL2506. Great cover art of all of your favorite Disney characters. Includes: White Xmas, Rudolph, We Wish U A Merry Xmas, Winter Wonderland, Jolly Old St Nick, Do You Hear What I Hear?, O Xmas Tree, Frosty, Jingle Bells, Deck the Halls, Little Drummer Boy, Santa Claus is Coming to Town, Silent Night.
Track listings
- White Christmas
- Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
- We Wish You a Merry Christmas
- Winter Wonderland
- Jolly Old Saint Nicholas
- Do You Hear What I Hear?
- O Christmas Tree
- Frosty the Snow Man
- Jingle Bells
- Deck the Halls
- Little Drummer Boy
- Santa Claus is Coming to Town
- Silent Night
- The following tracks have been released as instrumental versions by the Golden Strings on non-Disney Christmas albums: "White Christmas," "Winter Wonderland," "Jolly Old Saint Nicholas," "O Christmas Tree," "Frosty the Snow Man" and "Silent Night."
- The tracks "We Wish You a Merry Christmas," "Winter Wonderland" and "Jingle Bells" were used on the 1988 sing-along video Very Merry Christmas Songs.


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I'm kind of glad January is almost over. It's not that it hasn't been amazing and fabulous. It's just been...a lot. A lot of scary. A whole helluva lot of stretching. Stretching past fear, past self-imposed limitations, past my ideas of what is possible or not. On December 24th, in "The Crisis is Over" I wrote about the kind of year I was … [Read more...] about Stretching: It's now my full-time job.
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What do karaoke, postcards & France all have in common?
Me, as it turns out. When Natalie Peluso did Fearless Karaoke back in July, I loved it and wished I'd noticed it was happening so I could have participated. (I was in a creative bubble at the time. Not much gets through.) Anyways, I've been singing a lot and thinking about singing a lot and thinking about singing (good gawd) publicly a … [Read more...] about What do karaoke, postcards & France all have in common?
A confession and A Thing To Announce
So first, I have a confession to make. It's going to sound really un-artist like, and I apologize if I shock your tender sensibilities. Dude, I love business and marketing. I know it's not very seemly for an artist to passionately declare her love of marketing, but it's true. I was 16 when it dawned on me that I could start my own business. … [Read more...] about A confession and A Thing To Announce
One year on my own.
I arrived on Prince Edward Island exactly one year ago today. One whole year. I can't believe it. Can you believe it? Where the heck did the past year go? I feel like it's been 6 months, at most. Not a whole year.I can't believe it's gone so fast. I just re-read my first post from PEI. I was in such an awful place. I was feeling scared, defeated, … [Read more...] about One year on my own.
Dancing my way back to art
I'm dancing again.Very few people know that when I was younger, I used to dance all the time - I was a classically trained ballet dancer and I loved it. But then I got sick, and I had to let that passion go. I thought that door had closed forever. If someone had told me when I was 12 that in 9 years I'd be feeling much better and ballroom dancing … [Read more...] about Dancing my way back to art
My new home
After 3 weeks of living here, I've finally had the chance to take pictures of the new apartment so I can show you guys. I am so completely in love with this place, possibly more so than ever. It's just so beautiful here, I can't get over it. So much original detail still left from the 1800s. (Whee! Every time I say that, I get … [Read more...] about My new home


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Another experiment with my faithful Brownie 6-20, this time with colour film.
Camera – Kodak Brownie 620 Model FTaken – December 2010Place – Croome Park, Worcestershire
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Matthew, these Brownie shots are great mate, keep them coming. You deserve a medal for shooting with 620. Do you remember the film used for this capture?CheersBrett
Thanks Brett – this was Fuji Reala; I love the colours so will probably put a few more through. This film stuff is proving a little addictive!
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Fumes from digital distribution techniques, or e-cigarettes as they're famously known, has been proven to contain less harmful toxins and less air particle matter than used tobacco. E cigs with nicotine have been shown in a randomized controlled trial to have similar efficacy to nicotine replacement products when used as a quitting aid. They may also prove to be a safer longer-term alternative to smoking. For more information visit the site http://www.e-cigarette-nicotine.com/ .


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Taylor Swift Makes Surprise Visit to Children's Hospital
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According to photos posted to social media, the children were delighted to meet the "Shake If Off" singer. Local teen Kelly Wilson took to Twitter to share the first shot of Swift online, and thanked the star for taking the time to visit her cousin Scotty. "His parents have been praying for a miracle so she is the angel he needed to see!" she wrote. "Blessed beyond belief!" The visit was coordinated by the Starlight Children's Foundation, a non-profit organization aimed at supporting teenagers through their illnesses. Swift's visit wouldn't have been complete without some selfies, with the hospital posting a snap of the star giving a big smile while posing with a patient named Sam on their official Facebook page. "Thank you Taylor Swift for dropping by the Lady Cilento Children's Hospital this afternoon to give our patients and families a special surprise they'll never forget," the hospital captioned the happy photo. "They'll never 'shake off' the memories you made tonight."
While Swift, 26, spent four hours at the private visit, her 35-year-old boyfriend headed off to work. The British actor is currently filming Thor: Ragnarok at a film set on the Gold Coast, for which he has reprised his role as Loki in the popular franchise. The pair has been inseparable since they began dating last month, and have wasted no time taking their romance international, jetting off to Italy, the United Kingdom, and the United States before touching down in sunny Australia last Friday.
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Pen pals Caitlin and Martin grow up thousands of miles apart, but their friendship blossoms over a six year period in which they exchange letters. Caitlin, an upper middle class student from Pennsylvania, slowly learns that Martin, a bright student from Africa, lives a life completely different from her own. For example, Martin's family, having received a $1 American bill from Caitlin through the mail, is able to eat for two weeks in the slums of Zimbabwe. Meanwhile, Caitlin shops at the mall every weekend and receives a new car for her 16th birthday. As her eyes are gradually opened to the economic crisis impacting her beloved pen pal, Caitlin feels compelled to assist Martin and his family, sending them her babysitting money, new clothing, and special treats with her letters.
However, as the economic situation worsens in Zimbabwe, Martin is no longer able to pay his fees to continue his secondary education (equivalent to $20 in the US). With her family's assistance, Caitlin is able to help Martin continue pursuing his academic dreams and prepare for his college entrance exams. After serious efforts from Caitlin's mother, they are able to secure him a full ride to college in the United States! Throughout the process, both friends are shaped by their unique friendship and these acts of generosity. Caitlin herself begins taking a more serious approach to her education and begins college courses in nursing while still in high school.
This eye-opening book will often remind readers how very privileged we are in the United States. It also serves as a reminder that giving and sacrificing for others can be transformative. I especially admire Martin for his upbeat attitude throughout the obstacles he faced as a young adult in poverty---- and Caitlin for her empathy...when so many of us would have distanced ourselves from the situation.