Date: Fri, 14 May 2004 21:08:17 +1000 (EST)
From: "[iso-8859-1] Wombat" <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #16' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc Biker ) [ 16 ! 50 ]

The Old Valley Road Hotel.

By Wombat.
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Chapter 2.  Getting used to Supermanhood.

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Part 16 - Double Derek and Dinner at Maxim's.
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Derek lay on the bed luxuriating in the feeling of the huge orgasm he
had shared with the three Hal avatars fucking him.  It felt utterly
wonderful.  Now the three avatars had merged again into the one body
lying on top of him.  Derek decided to follow Hal's example and
duplicate himself.  He would heed Hal's advice and create only one
duplicate.

Hal gently disengaged himself from Derek and Derek lay on the bed
looking up at the magnifying mirror suspended overhead.  Derek put
his hands behind his head and tensed his abdominal muscles.  They
rose up into a mountainous eight-pack of muscle.  He looked really
hot and hunky with his magnificent and heavily muscled 135-kilogram
(300 pound) superman's body, particularly now with his dark brown
hair made longer and coming down over his eyes.

He put his hand down over his cunt and removed it, restoring his
groin to its usual masculine state.  Essentially he undid the changes
that Hal had made to him, like pressing the Undo button on a
computer.  His resplendently proportioned 18-inch cock was still
stiff and hard.  It reached up to the powerful bulging curve of his
pectoral muscles.  His body looked really hot.

Hal stood up next to the bed watching Derek with interest.  He had
shown Derek how to duplicate himself.  All that remained now was for
Derek to put the theory into practice.

With an exertion of his mental powers, he willed his body into two
identical duplicates.  Hal was encouraging.  Very quickly, there
appeared two identical copies of Derek lying side by side on the bed.

Hal: << Well done.  You got that right. >>

He was waiting with interest to see what Derek would do next.

Derek found himself looking at Hal through two pairs of eyes.  He was
disconcerted very briefly but quickly learnt to integrate the
perceptions coming from the two bodies.  There was still only the one
mind and it had two bodies.  He looked up at the reflection of his
two bodies in the overhead mirror.  There were indeed two big,
deliciously hunky and well-muscled Dereks lying sided by side on the
bed.

One of the Dereks rolled over to look at the other.  He took in that
magnificent, heavily muscular body next to him and ran his hand over
the other avatar.  He relished the feel of the thin, silky smooth,
skin that overlay the hard muscle and he delighted in the feel of the
soft-skinned hand sensuously feeling the hard muscles of his torso.
He ran his hands all over his other self and quivered in delight.  He
gently stroked the other's cock that was stiff and steely hard.  Both
cocks were in the same state of erection.  Thick veins snaked all
over them.  The one body rolled on top of the other and the two Derek
duplicates kissed each other passionately while eagerly running their
hands over each other.  Their cocks rubbed together in the deep
furrows of their powerful abdominal muscles.  Derek locked down both
approaching orgasms and both his bodies continued pleasuring each
other.  He felt really hot and excited at the thought of fucking
himself.  The sensations from both bodies poured into him.

The top body rolled off but still kept one arm tightly wrapped around
the bottom body.  He inserted his finger into the bottom body's belly
button and found that the tube still led through the thick wall of
abdominal muscle into the abdominal cavity all the way through the
diaphragm up to the top of the chest.

Hal: << If you are going to stick your cock into your belly button, I
suggest that you shorten it to no more than 16 inches if you want it
to be comfortable inside you.  Any longer than that and it will be
banging against the base of your throat.  That doesn't feel very
nice, believe me. >>

Derek shortened the cock of the upper body as advised by Hal but he
kept the cock of the lower body at its colossal 18-inch size.  He
licked that enormous penis sensuously.  He ran his tongue over the
great cock head and inserted the tip of his tongue into his piss slit
that was leaking copious quantities of precum.  Both penises were
leaking precum steadily.  He could just fit his mouth over the cock
head and he sucked, getting himself into an agony of pre-orgasmic
tension.  Both groins ached with congestion.

Derek released the other body's penis from his mouth and his upper
body straddled the lower body.  He pushed his anus back against the
painfully stiff and hard 18-inch penis of the lower body.  The anus
opened readily and admitted the huge cock head.  The lower body
thrust gently until that penis was partially pushed in. Derek's upper
body delighted in the ravishing pleasure of having the huge cock
thrust into his arsehole, considerably distending the anal sphincter
and pressing against the prostate with blissful feelings.  For the
moment he resisted the powerful urge to back down on it so that he
could insert his shorter 16-inch cock into the belly button of the
fantastically beautiful and muscular Derek beneath him who was
identical.  The shorter penis was still the same circumference at 14
inches (35 cm.).  He inserted the big fat cock head into the lower
Derek's navel and gently thrust it partially into his belly.  The
lower Derek groaned in excitement and passion.  The two Big Dereks
started thrusting slowly in unison and pushing their penises further
into each of the bodies.  Each groaned and panted as their combined
sexual tension mounted.

Soon each enormous penis was full embedded up to the hilt in the
other body.  One cock was up an arsehole and the other was inserted
into a belly button.  Each of Derek's two bodies fervently thrust
their penises into each other as they clasped each other's powerfully
muscled bodies in the heat of passion.  The internal organs of each
body were vigorously stirred up by the energetic thrusting of the
penises into the other's torso.  The 18-inch penis rammed up the
arsehole reached all the way up to the diaphragm and the sixteen
incher jammed into the belly button passed through the diaphragm high
up into the chest cavity just below the throat.  The lower Derek's
heart pounded against the penis thrusting up past it, just as the
upper Derek's heart pounded against the mighty penis thrusting up
against it.

Derek kept the orgasms locked down for the moment and both of his
bodies kept thrusting their huge penis into each other's orifices.
The lower Derek's belly button felt wonderfully distended by the
upper Derek's penis pistoning in and out of it and the same with the
upper Derek's arsehole with the lower Derek duplicate's gigantic
penis sweeping in and out of it with long sweeping strokes.  Both
Derek's avatars clung to each other hard in the fervour of rut.  They
kissed each other passionately.  Each rammed his tongue down the
other's throat.  Derek was in the peak of excitement as his two
bodies made ardent love to each other.  The lower Derek could see the
magnified reflection in the overhead mirror of his two magnificent,
powerfully built bodies with the great big bulging muscles standing
out fully taut and hard with sexual tension.  The big muscles of the
broad sturdy back of the upper Derek rippled as his body bucked and
thrust his penis into the lower Derek's navel as in unison the lower
Derek thrust his penis into the upper Derek's arsehole.  This was
fantastically enjoyable fun.

Derek was aware that Hal had replicated himself into six avatars
standing around the bed.  Each was slowly stroking his huge penis.
Each of Hal's penises had grown to be the same size as Derek's 18-
inch monster.  Each Hal avatar continued masturbating steadily while
watching Derek's two avatars taking heady pleasure in fucking each
other with the utmost vigour.  Derek felt powerfully stimulated at
having Hal multiplied into such an audience.

As Derek's rapture increased to dizzying heights, a troupe of
cherubim came in close to the vigorously coupling Derek avatars.
Attracted by the exuberance of Derek's sheer joy, they touched the
heaving bodies of the doubled human.  Derek's skin tingled at the
touch of their curious magic fingers and that spurred him on to
greater heights of joy.

The lower Derek clenched his robust abdominal muscles on the penis
thrusting into his navel at the same time as the upper Derek clenched
his pelvic muscles on the penis ramming into his arsehole.  Now was
orgasm time.  The double-barrelled orgasm burst upon Derek's two
avatars like the explosion of a hydrogen bomb.  Locked together in
orgasmic spasm, the two Dereks roared together in their overwhelming
ecstasy.  Hot semen boiled up out of each avatar's penis and gushed
in a torrent that flooded into the other avatar's body.  Energy
poured into Derek and sloshed back and forth between the two bodies
like white-hot plasma from the heart of the sun.  The two avatars
were like two nuclear reactors melting down together and molten metal
ran together in the one pool.  Derek was in the height of ecstasy as
his two avatars heaved and roared in the intensity of the orgasm.

Suddenly he felt a shower of hot semen splattering on his back, his
buttocks, and his legs and all over his two bodies.  The six Hal
avatars had each erupted in a geyser of semen from their monstrous
18-inch (45 cm.) penises and were spraying it all over the two
exuberantly copulating avatars of Derek.  The Hal avatars continued
spraying their spunk from their huge stiff penises all over the
duplicated Derek so that both his bodies were soon drenched and slick
with Hal's man-juice.  Derek slid into status orgasmicus.  His bodies
were locked together in the never-ending orgasm.  The Hal avatars
kept on spraying the Derek avatars with their cum as a puddle formed
on the bed around Derek.  He gloried in the semen shower.

Hal's orgasms eventually came to an end.  Unable to restrain himself,
his six avatars leapt onto the bed with Derek and wrapped themselves
around the semen soaked bodies of Derek's avatars.  An orgy developed
as the six avatars groped for purchase on each other.  One Hal avatar
covered himself with semen and, slickly lubricated, lifted up Derek's
two bodies locked together in orgasmic bliss, slid underneath them
and inserted his great 18-inch penis into the lower Derek's arsehole.
Gently he worked the penis in as Derek's arsehole opened up in
rapture to admit the loving invader.  Derek's orgasmic rapture
intensified as Hal's mighty cock rammed up through the arsehole of
his lower avatar into his torso then swept in and out with energetic
strokes.  The five other Hal avatars clung to either Derek's avatars
or each other.  Two of the avatars rammed their penises into the
arseholes of two that were clinging to Derek and rubbing their
penises against Derek's tense, hard, orgasmicly spasmic bodies.  The
fifth found an arsehole of one of the other Hal avatars fucking
another Hal avatar and joyfully rammed his penis into the willing
arsehole.

Almost immediately, Hal exploded into orgasmic rapture as well and
his orgasms commingled with Derek's towering firestorm of pleasure.
His spunk gushed out of his two free penises and added to the
quantity of semen already coating Derek's two conjoined avatars.  Hal
slid into status orgasmicus as well.  Two interlinked minds and souls
with eight bodies clumped together in a huge, uncontrollably ecstatic
mass.

The troupe of cherubim flittered around the heaving and groaning mass
of bodies and ran their small hands over the semen-slicked skins.
They happily basked in the towering firestorm of ecstasy of the two
multiplied supermen.  The pleasure was so beautiful that it was
almost wicked.  The cherubim moved around and through the heap of
bodies linked in sexual rapture.  Their passage through the bodies
caused thrills that added to the pleasure of the supermen.

Time passed as the interlinked orgasms continued.  It became dark in
the loft after the sun had set and still the orgasms continued.  In
the early morning as the eastern horizon was lightening with the
approach of dawn, Derek and Hal came down from their exuberant,
orgasmic exultation together.  Derek's lower avatar reached out and
embraced the bodies piled on and around him.  He was replete with
happiness and blissful satisfaction.  Yesterday had been a day of
fantastic fucks.  A Hal avatar looked at the bedside clock.  It
showed 4:27 a.m.

Hal: <+ Sweet love and happiness.  Derek, you're beautiful +>

Derek lay luxuriating in the ocean of love and happiness.  He reached
out with his telepathic sense and saluted the angelic beings
surrounding them.  He reached further, vaulting out through Hal's
tremendously powerful mind into the interlinked network of telepathic
superhuman beings.  There were literally many, many thousands of
minds like bright lights linked together in this marvellous network.
He was very young, very junior, but they all acknowledged his
presence and welcomed him with love.  The vast majority were human.
Over all arched the Mighty Presence of the Lord God.  It was just as
it was earlier in Heaven when he was immersed in the Lord God.  Derek
glowed with happiness as he realised that he would never be lonely
again.

Hal hugged Derek in his generous love.

Hal: << Derek, I would like to take you out to dinner.  I had planned
to take you out earlier in the evening, but you and I sort of got
waylaid.  Would you like to go somewhere really posh for dinner?  I
feel like something really slap up. >>

<< Where would you find a place open at this time of the morning? >>

<< We have the whole planet to choose from.  Not only that, we have
all of time and space. >>

<< OK.  I'm willing. >>

<+ OK?  Paris, May 1901 at Maxim's Restaurant.  I've set up an
identity in that time-line as Professor Alain de Berry. +>

<+ Fine +>

Hal merged his six avatars back into the one body with his arms
around the two Dereks.  Derek merged his two avatars back into the
one body.  He did that with a feeling of regret because having the
two bodies connected together was really nice.  Hal hugged Derek and
kissed him.

Hal: << You are so much fun to be with. >>

They lay together arm in arm on the bed as the dawn lightened in the
east.

Hal: << OK.  Let's go out. >>

<+ Affirmative +>

The two lovers disengaged.  Derek was unwilling but Hal was keen to
get on.  Hal suggest that they shower to wash all their semen off
each other.  They floated off to the bathroom and got into the
showers.  Derek and Hal could not keep their hands off each other.
Derek jumped up on Hal and they had a quick and happy fuck in the
shower with the hot water running over their bodies.  Then they
washed and shampooed each other in the same shower until both were
clean and fresh smelling.

Back in the loft, Hal clothed Derek in the attire suitable for a
young gentleman going out at night in Paris of 1901, a black evening
suit that fitted his powerful body perfectly, along with a white
shirt and a discreet black bow tie.  Hal did the same for himself,
but then transformed himself quite amazingly into a rather elderly
looking but slim and athletic gentleman with long grey hair, bushy
grey eyebrows and a grey goatee.  He was much slimmer than before.
His weight was now much less than the 170 kilograms he was before,
about 85 kilograms, Derek guessed.  Hal's face became lined with
interesting wrinkles.  He looked like a man in late middle age who
had lived a busy and interesting life.  The evening suit adjusted in
size to fit perfectly.  A gold tipped dark wooden cane appeared in
Hal's hand.

Derek looked at Hal in wonder.  There seemed no end to Hal's
surprises.  Hal gave a little bow.

"Monsieur le Professor Emeritus Alain de Berry at your service," said
Hal with a slight French accent.  "I used to teach wild colonial boys
to appreciate the beauties of the French language and literature at
the University of Sydney until I retired a few years ago."

Derek: << I can't speak French. >>

"I can teach you quickly and without tears, my dear friend."

Derek perceived Hal offering him the knowledge of the French language
all wrapped up in a telepathic package like a plug-in cartridge.

<< If you take this, Derek, you too will understand and speak French.
This package is a copy of my own French language skills.  It is like
a piece of additional software that you load into your mind and,
viola!  You speak French! >>

Derek accepted the package and suddenly he found himself able to
understand and speak French fluently.

Hal was speaking to Derek in French now.  "Well done, my friend.
See, it was quite easy and painless.  It really is French without
tears."

"This is amazing.  I never though I could do this.  I avoided foreign
languages like the plague at school."  Derek spoke in French.

"Aha!  You speak very well, despite your lack of diligence at school.
Now no-one would ever know that shameful fact."

"Thank you, Hal.  This is crazy.  I just downloaded the French
language from you and I can speak it.  How do I sound."

"Pretty good.  You have an accent, of course, but yes, that will be a
social asset in Paris.  You will appear to Parisians as an exotic
creature, a most magnificent specimen of manhood from that faraway
country called Australia.  Your accent will add to your exotic
quality.  Some people will pick you correctly as Australian, but I
regret to tell you that many will confuse your accent with an
American, Canadian or South African accent.  Don't be too easily
offended if they are incorrect."

"That is truly amazing.  So then you can just pass a language around
like if it were on a computer disk or something."

"It is a little like that.  But of course, it is not as simple as
that.  In your brain now is a suite of French language skills that is
not confined in one neat package any more.  Your knowledge of French
is located in several parts of your brain now.  That is essential for
fluency."

Derek looked into Hal's mind and was astounded to see that Hal knew
literally dozens of languages besides French.  He knew German, Dutch,
Italian, Spanish, Russian, Polish, Ancient and Modern Greek, Latin,
Danish, Scots and Irish Gaelic, Arabic, Hebrew, Hindi, Urdu, Chinese,
Japanese, Malay, Thai, Bahasa Indonesian, Tamil, Persian, as well as
many other languages.

Hal: << I get to know a speaker of a language I want to understand
then I download telepathically, in a sense, the language skill from
his brain to mine.  As he speaks, I copy his skills.  To him I appear
as an extremely fast learner. >>

"Enough of this, my friend, let us not waste any more time.  Let us
go to gay Paris and eat at Maxim's," Hal said in French.  He produced
a comb and combed Derek's hair so that it was neatly parted.

"Now you look like a real young gentleman," said Hal with a grin.

Hal and Derek travelled back in time to May 1901.  They passed
through the shifting greyness as Hal sought a time-line stub that he
had left.  He found it and they went to the end of the stub.  Derek
saw that they were in a dark apartment.  It was night outside but
Derek could see that it was furnished in an old-fashioned style.  A
little light came in through the windows from the gas-lamps in the
street outside.  They were not physically in the scene yet.  Hal and
Derek dropped bodily into physical space-time inside the apartment
with a soft whoosh of sound.  Hal waved his hand and immediately the
gas lamps in the apartment lit up.  Derek saw that the interior was
sumptuously furnished and decorated in the late Victorian style.
Thick persian rugs lay on parquet floors.  The walls were furnished
with dark red wallpaper with paintings on the walls.  Hal took Derek
on a quick tour of the apartment which was quite big.  It had three
bedrooms, a dining room, well-appointed kitchen, salon, drawing room,
study and a library lined with books.

Derek approved.  << Very posh.  I like it. >>

The two men left the apartment and went downstairs.  As they walked
down the street outside, Derek was struck by the quiet.  There was
none of the roar of traffic one would expect in a big city the size
of Paris.  All he could hear was the clip clopping of a solitary
horse pulling a hansom cab along the street.

<< This is 1901.  Very few cars around then.  Most people walked. >>

Derek followed Hal as he strode off down the footpath.

<< Maxim's is quite close to here. >>

Hal turned a street corner into a narrower street with a number of
people strolling along.  The two men strode along the footpath.
People turned and stared at Derek's broad shouldered and massively
powerful physique.

"We have arrived, my young friend," he said in French.

Hal stopped outside a rather ordinary looking but brightly gas-lit
restaurant that had a sign reading 'Maxim's' over the door.

Hal breezed up the door that was opened by a small man in evening
dress.  Hal tipped him a ten-centime coin as he and Derek entered.
The small man gawked open mouthed at Derek as Derek passed him.

The maitre d'hotel greeted them at the entrance.

"Good evening, Monsieur le Professor.  You are well?"

He looked Derek up and down curiously.  Derek looked back coolly.

"Yes," said Hal.  "This fine young man is one of my former students.
He has come all the way from Australia to see me."

"The Grand Salon is quiet tonight.  A table for two in there,
Monsieur?"

"That will be suitable."

The maitre d'hotel led the two men to a table in the corner of the
richly and ornately decorated salon.  When they had sat down, Derek's
eyes feasted on the sweeping fluid curves of the Art Nouveau
ornamentation.

"It is a magnificent eating place, is it not?" queried Hal.

He went on telepathically: << I am Professor Alain de Berry.  I
formerly taught at the University of Sydney from which you have
graduated with honours.  French was one of the subjects you studied
and you did well in it.  Whenever you open your mouth, people will
hear that you are an educated man.  You have arrived on the train
from Marseille this evening after travelling from Athens and Rome.
You arrived in Athens by steam-ship from Sydney a month or so ago and
you have been steeping your romantic soul in the antiquities of the
classical world.  You are a young Australian sculptor on his grand
tour and you have very kindly consented to spend a little time with
your dear old professor while you are in Paris. >>

Derek grinned.  << If I didn't know you better, I'd say you were a
first class bullshit artist. >>

<< I enjoy this.  This is my escape hole, my little fantasy world,
Paris in 'la belle epoque'.  I have spent nearly two years building
up my identity in this fantasy world.  Things happen pretty much as
they did in the real Paris of 1899-1901, except I too am here to
partake of the pleasures of beautiful Paris. >>

A waiter appeared to take their order, interrupting their telepathic
conversation.

"Later, in about five minutes, if you please?" asked Hal/Alain.

To Derek he said in French, "We should decide soon on what we should
eat."

To Derek the menu was mysterious and fascinating but Alain quickly
demystified it, commenting on the dishes offered.  Derek's French was
now quite good enough for him to translate but Alain advised Derek on
the various menu items.  They discussed the menu together.  They
spoke as well as communicating telepathically.  It did not take long
for them to reach a decision and Alain quickly caught the waiter's
eye.

The order taken, bread rolls appeared beside the two diners.  As
Derek looked around the Grand Salon, he could see it was half empty.
Alain informed him it was empty because it was Tuesday.  Derek was
fascinated by the richly ornate decor of the large room in which they
were to dine.

A waiter brought a bottle of champagne, Moet et Chandon 1891.  Alain
tasted it delicately and pronounced it to his satisfaction.  The
waiter expertly filled their glasses.

Alain raised his glass.

"To you, my dear friend.  May your endeavours prosper."

Derek came close to blushing.  Hal/Alain was really fond of him.  He
took a sip from the glass and found the champagne very much to his
taste.  It was very good indeed, as good as, if not better that any
Australian champagne of the late twentieth century.

The fresh Ostend oysters arrived shortly after.  A plate of two dozen
was put down in front of Derek, whose eyes widened in surprise.

"Eat up, Derek.  You are a big strong young man who needs a lot of
filling."

The oysters were delicious.  Derek took his time and enjoyed each one
of the twenty-four in front of him.

Following these were canapes de foi gras.  This course was
accompanied by an excellent and robust Bordeaux wine, a Chateau
Latour of 1886.

Derek relished the taste.  He completely forgot his aversion to liver
and happily ate the lot on his plate.

Next came barquettes de caviar (pastries filled with caviar)
accompanied by a delicious white wine, an aromatic and delicately
flavoured Riesling from Germany.  This was a Steinberg of 1894.

"Weren't France and Germany at war a little while back?" Derek asked.

"The Franco-Prussian War was in 1870.  That was more than thirty
years ago now and most people here are willing to forgive and forget
the war.  Most Parisians see it as the war of Napoleon III.  They say
it was entirely his fault that it happened."

Derek tucked in eagerly.  He was enjoying himself.

"It is very kind of you to bring me here, Monsieur le Professor.
This is great food and wine."

"It is indeed my pleasure.  Welcome to my beautiful Paris.  And there
is no need to be formal.  You may address me as Alain."

"Thank you, sir, I mean, Alain."  Derek grinned cheerfully.  His eyes
shone.

"The caviar is from the Volga River, the artery of the Russian
Empire.  The beluga is still relatively common at this time.  It is
most regrettable that they are just about extinct at the next turn of
the century thanks to greed, short-sightedness and corruption.
However, let us enjoy the fruits of the sturgeon in beautiful Paris
in the year 1901."

Derek grinned and raised his glass to Alain.

"To you, my dear teacher.  Thank you for all that you have taught
me."

"My pleasure indeed.  But wait, there's more.  There is much you can
learn."

They sipped their white wine.

<< Derek, you are immortal now.  It is good to keep on learning.
That way you will never get bored.  I am fifty-one years old in
chronological terms.  I am not counting the side trips I have made in
time and space.  However, I may seem old to you, but I am just a very
young sprout compared to many other beings, some of whom are many,
many millions of years old.  These great old beings have taught me a
lot and one of my functions is to pass this knowledge on to people
such as you.  Then there is the Lord Himself whose life span is
infinite and beyond comprehension.  He is always willing to help
people such as us to learn and grow in wisdom and knowledge. >>

The subsequent dish was lobster a la parisienne, a splendid creation
of cold poached lobster with artichoke hearts, creamed eggs, tomatoes
and truffles.  Two red lobsters were placed on a large silver platter
on a lavish bed of lobster meat and accompaniments.  The white wine
served with the course was an Aloxe-Corton Musigny-Blanc of 1890.

Alain chose not to eat more than a quarter of this superb dish.  He
was quite happy for Derek to finish the rest, which Derek did with
gusto.  Alain sat back quite happily watching the heavily muscled
young man demolish the superlative creation before him.

Derek finally finished and sat back in his chair.  He stifled a
belch.

"This is the life, Alain.  I could get used to this."

"These are the little pleasures one bestows upon oneself.  Do it too
often and they lose their zest."

Derek looked around the restaurant and noticed that more diners had
arrived in the salon.  He perceived that quite a few other people
were looking at him and Alain surreptitiously or overtly.

"You will have to get used to people here staring at you here.  They
would never have seen such a magnificent physique as yours.  You
appear to them as a god, a figure of Herculean proportions," Alain
said quietly.  "I am going to have some merriment spreading the story
that Australia is full of magnificent specimens such as you."  He
smiled wickedly.

Derek felt hot.  He had already eaten a big meal and there was more
to come.  He removed his jacket and was immediately conscious of the
other diners staring at him more intently.  He telepathically
eavesdropped on a conversation at a nearby table.

"Sacred Heaven!  It is real," declaimed one of the men softly to his
companions at the table.  "The young man with the Professor is a
veritable Hercules.  He has muscles as big as those on a horse.  It
is truly incredible.  And, my god, he has an enormous appetite."

Derek noted that his shirt fitted him quite snugly.  His braces
holding up his trousers were hidden by his tight fitting black
waistcoat that accentuated his massive chest and narrow waist.  Hal
had set him up to be a real eye-popper even in a dinner suit.

Alain raised his glass to Derek and winked.  He drained his glass.
Derek returned the compliment.  Instantly a waiter came and refilled
the glasses.  He lingered at the table and looked at Derek
admiringly.

"That will be all for the moment," said Alain brusquely.  The waiter
departed.

Another waiter removed the remains of the course.  Shortly afterwards
the wine waiter returned with the bottle of burgundy that Alain was
keen to try.  This was a Clos de Vougeot of 1877.  Alain tasted it
reverently.

"This is indeed an excellent wine.  It is very acceptable."  To Derek
he said, "Drink this and be thankful."

The waiter coolly poured Derek's glass as Alain smirked, then
refilled Alain's.

Derek sipped the burgundy.  As Alain had remarked, it was excellent,
a ripe, fruity wine with delicate and complex symphony of flavours.

The main course arrived.  For Derek was the filet de boeuf Richelieu,
an especially large roast fillet of steak with mushrooms stuffed with
duxelles, braised lettuce, pommes chateau and tomates etuvees au
beurre.  Alain received the faisan Souvaroff, roast pheasant baked
with truffles and foie gras in madeira sauce.

Derek chewed thoughtfully.  This was a marvellous meal.  The wine was
like ambrosia, a splendid accompaniment to the beef that was
absolutely delicious.  Derek found it hard to believe that he was not
in a beautiful dream.  Back in the loft a week ago he could never
have imagined a life like this.  Back in Australia in 2001 was
dawning the sixth day since Hal arrived in his life.  So much had
changed.

"Life gets better, Derek."  Alain interrupted Derek's thoughts.  "Do
what you do and enjoy it.  You are a superman now.  Live your life as
an artist."

"I've drunk enough to be more than a little tipsy but I feel quite
sober still."

"It is your superhuman physique.  A normal man with your huge muscles
will still soak up a lot of alcohol and still remain relatively sober
because the muscles metabolise the alcohol rapidly.  However, since
you are a superman, you are impervious to the effects of alcohol."

Derek finished his meal and the plates were cleared away.  The men
lingered over the royal burgundy.

Derek felt quiet warm.  He rolled up his sleeves exposing the
powerfully bulging muscles of his mighty arms.  The rest of the
diners gawked at Derek.  Alain watched the excitement with a sardonic
smirk.

"My dear friend, you have certainly made yourself the cynosure of all
eyes in this room."

Derek leant back in his chair, which creaked under his weight.  He
could feel people's eyes on the bulges of his huge biceps and triceps
muscles.  The men at the nearby table spoke quite excitedly.

Derek: << Where's the toilet in this joint? >>

Hal drew a mental map for him.  Derek stood up from the table.  All
eyes in the room were fixed upon the young Hercules now.  A waiter
scurried up to him, eager to help.

Derek informed him that he knew the way to the lavatory.  The waiter
looked disappointed.

Hal: << Derek, mate, don't let anyone suck you off or indulge in any
sexual activity with you.  That little waiter is keen to get his
hands on you.  It would queer things up horribly if anything
happened, so please refrain, I ask you. >>

<+ OK. +>

Alain breathed a sigh of relief with Derek's assent.  Derek's trip to
the lavatory proceeded without incident.  As he returned to his seat,
the sweets course arrived.

Alain had ordered fraises Romanoff, strawberries in Grand Marnier.
For Derek was a souffle Rothschild, a souffle with glace fruit and
fresh sweet strawberries.  The accompanying wine was a Mittelheimer
Edelmann Riesling Trockenbeerenauslese of 1881 vintage.  This
extraordinary wine quite overshadowed the deserts that were symphonic
creations in themselves.  The wine was like a splendid arch raised
over the deserts.  Derek and Alain partook of their sumptuous repast
in silent enjoyment and a measured pace.

Derek finished and leant back in his chair that creaked under his
135-kilogram weight.

Derek: << Way to go, man. >>

"I am gratified that you found your meal here satisfactory," said
Alain.

"Satisfactory!?  I think it was brilliant.  It must be the best feed
I've had in a very long time.  Thank you indeed."

Alain inclined his head in acknowledgment.  "My pleasure."

The final course was served.  This was petits fours with coffee and
an excellent Delamain cognac.  There were also nuts and yet more
strawberries as well.

When they were close to having finished their meal, three well-
dressed and made-up young women came bouncing up to the table.  One
put her arm around Derek who showed a distinct lack of interest.

Alain: << Cocottes, or prostitutes if you like.  They're expensive,
about 100 francs a pop or 1000 francs a night. >>

"No, thank you," said Derek to the girl with his arm around him.

Alain looked at the three girls slyly.  "I don't think you will get
far with him," he said to them.  "He has never had to pay for sex in
his life and I doubt that he will start tonight."

"He is such a handsome fellow with such big muscles.  Surely he
should have some exercise."

"The poor man is quite tired.  He has travelled all the way from
Australia.  He arrived on the train from Marseille this evening.
There were some unchaperoned young ladies on the train as well and
they were all demanding his attentions.  He was very busy today."

The cocottes giggled gaily.

"Oh those lucky ladies!  But fancy giving themselves away for free!"

"But he is so beautiful," said another.

"Surely you could raise one more," said the first looking into
Derek's face.

"It has been a long trip and I am quite tired" said Derek with mild
irritation.  "I look forward to a quiet and restful night."

"You speak French," exclaimed the third cocotte to Derek with
amazement.  "But you are from Australia, are you not?"

"I am."

"Did you see much of the countryside today from the train?" simpered
the first.

Derek ignored the question.

The three cocottes left the table giggling and looking back at Derek.
They met up with another larger group of young women and the whole
group were giggling frantically and looking at Derek.

Derek: << You bastard!  You've dropped me right in it. >>

Alain grinned mischievously.  He whispered, "Those young cocottes are
going to get a lot of mileage from the powerful and lusty young
Australian who went through a trainload of young women."

The young women dispersed into groups of two and three and started
working the other tables.

The buzz of conversation increased.  Many of the diners were looking
at Derek who felt a little self-conscious.

Alain called for the bill.  He left a gold fifty franc coin with the
account.  That included a generous tip.  Derek slung his jacket over
his shoulder and the two left the table.  As they walked to the exit,
Derek was acutely aware of all the diners' eyes feasting on his huge
muscles.  The buzz of conversation increased to a higher pitch and
Derek perceived that they were all talking about him.

Derek was happy to reach the cool air outside.  He slapped Alain's
shoulder playfully.

<< You utter bastard.  You really enjoyed that. >>

"They are getting a lot of enjoyment from the story the cocottes are
spreading about the mighty young Hercules from Australia going
through a trainload of young women on the journey up from Marseille,"
Alain said gleefully.  "I really did enjoy that."

Derek grinned happily.  He was happy to be outside in the fresh air.
He did not care that people stared at him as he and Alain strode
along the footpath to Alain's apartment.  Life was good despite Hal's
little pranks.

Upstairs in the apartment the gaslights were glowing invitingly.
Derek cast his dinner jacket over a chair and stripped off his
clothes, which immediately vanished to Somewhere Else.  He stood
naked before Alain, who made his clothes disappear then transformed
himself quickly back into the massively muscular Hal whom Derek knew
and loved.

Derek swept up Hal in his arms and enveloped him in a joyful bear
hug.  They kissed passionately and their sexual excitement mounted.
They raced off to the master bedroom and jumped onto Hal's ornate
four-poster bed.  Hal rolled onto his back, wrapped his arms around
Derek's neck and his legs around Derek's waist.  He pressed his anus
against Derek's mighty and steely hard erect penis.  Derek needed no
further invitation and thrust his penis into Hal's willingly opening
arsehole.

Derek's long sweeping strokes into Hal's bowels brought them both
swiftly to orgasm.  They roared in the intensity of the fiery orgasm
that enfolded them both.  They frantically clasped each other in
their powerfully muscled arms as their mighty and robust bodies
locked in spasm together.  Joyfully Derek pumped great quantities of
his spunk deep into Hal's body as Hal groaned with the utmost
pleasure and delight.  Hal's own penis squirted his semen all over
his and Derek's chests, lubricating them both slickly.

Hal had been looking forward to this.  He had been wanting Derek for
most of the evening and now that he had Derek filling his arse with
his huge penis, he was flooded with joy and gladness.  The
interlinked bifocal orgasm continued on and on.

Finally the orgasmic pleasure wound down to an end and the two lovers
fell asleep happily in each other's arms.

Derek awoke with the morning sunlight streaming through the half-
opened curtains into the bedroom.  Hal was still blissfully sound
asleep in Derek's arms.  He was snoring gently.  Derek's now limp
cock had fallen out of Hal's arsehole during the night.  Derek lay
half upon Hal's sleeping form and ran a finger through the hair on
Hal's tremendously thick and powerful pectoral muscles.  He looked
into Hal's sleeping mind but nothing was happening in there.  Hal was
quiet all over.  Derek looked at Hal's face with the brown beard and
long brown hair straying across the pillow.  All trace of the grey
had gone.  Derek loved Hal.  He snuggled into the sleeping body with
his arms wrapped around it as he half lay upon it.  He rested his
head on Hal's shoulder and thought about the previous night.  He and
Hal had both enjoyed themselves tremendously.  It had been a truly
excellent meal and Hal had thoroughly amused himself by telling the
cocottes about Derek's fictional adventures on the train from
Marseille.

After a while Hal stirred and awoke.  His liquid brown eyes looked
loving into Derek's.  They kissed.  Hal ran his hand affectionately
through Derek's hair.  There was no doubt about the love Hal and
Derek had for each other.

Hal: << Breakfast? >>

<+ OK. +>

<< Do you want a French loaf and croissants?  Do you mind getting
them from the patisserie just down the street? >>

<< Yep. >>  Derek was bubbling over with happiness.

They got up and Hal produced some clothes for Derek.  The top was a
sleeveless tank top with horizontal blue and white stripes while the
trousers were of a light grey material with a black leather belt.
There was a black pair of boots as well.  Derek put them all on in a
flash.

Hal: << You look perfect. >>

Derek looked at himself in the mirror.  He looked fine.  Hal gave him
a handful of small change.  Derek skipped out the door of the
apartment and slid down the banister to the ground floor. He vaulted
athletically over the banister post at the bottom and skipped
exuberantly out the door.

It was a beautiful spring morning in Paris and, full of joy, he
danced and skipped along the footpath.  He made a prodigious leap
upwards and just tipped an overhanging sign enough to set it
swinging.  He was overflowing with happiness and quite unconcerned by
the stares of the passers by.

He reached the patisserie.  From the entrance came the delicious
smells of baking pastries.  There were a few people in the shop but
Derek did not mind waiting.  Everyone turned and looked at the
handsome and powerful young man who came breezing in.  The young
ladies serving in the shop were quick to fulfil the needs of the
other customers and all four vied to serve Derek.  He ordered a long
loaf of French bread and a dozen croissants.  One of the girls picked
his accent incorrectly as an American.  He told them he was
Australian and the girls were fascinated by this magnificent and
exotic specimen from so far away.

Other customers came into the shop so the girls were obliged to
attend to them.  Derek gambolled out of the shop with the French loaf
and the croissants under his arms.  He ran back to the apartment and
took the stairs three at a time up to the apartment.  Hal was just
inspecting the contents of the ice-chest and thinking about breakfast
so Derek put his purchases in the oven to keep warm.

He announced that it was such a nice day he would go for a fly.

Hal: << Fine by me. >>

Derek skipped out the door of the apartment and flew up the stairwell
to the entrance onto the balcony on the roof.  From there he took off
and soared high up into the sky over Paris where he could see the
entire city spread out like a tabletop model below him.  He could see
a steam train leaving the Gare du Nord.  Using his telepathic sense
he saw that it was heading to Belgium and Holland.

Derek felt elated.  He was soaring higher than an eagle up among the
clouds.  The air was hazy so he could not see as far as he liked.  He
flew higher still, well above the cloud layer, higher than any lark,
until he reached the stratosphere.  Paris was visible far below him
through the haze on the ground.  He could see far out over the rich
green cloud-speckled countryside of France.  He could see silvery
glint of the English Channel over in the northwest.  Beyond that he
could see the faint smudge of the English coast 250 kilometres away.

Hal announced that breakfast was ready.  Derek shot downward like a
striking falcon and landed on the balcony on the rooftop of the
apartment building.  When he arrived in the apartment breakfast was
ready.

It was a good meal and they were sitting at the dining room table.

Hal: << You and I have been having a lot of fun together. >>

Derek grinned.  << We sure have.  That was a great meal and a great
fuck we had last night, thank you. >>

<< My pleasure.  Thank you.  Today when we get back to Ringtail
Springs in the year 2001, I'd better start pumping more knowledge
into that beautiful head of yours. >>

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To be continued in Chapter 3.
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