Date: Sun, 16 May 2004 12:56:35 +1000 (EST)
From: "[iso-8859-1] Wombat" <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #17' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc Biker ) [ 17 ! 50 ]

This is a story describing erotic encounters between males.  There
are explicit descriptions of sexual activities here.

If it is illegal for you to read this story, please don't.  If you
are offended by tales of erotic encounters between males, please
don't read this story.

All the characters in this story are purely products of my
imagination and are not based on real people.  Any resemblance is
purely coincidental and is not intended.

Any constructive comments are appreciated.
I'm at "bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au".

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The Old Valley Road Hotel.

By Wombat.
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Chapter 3.  Education and Induction.
 Parts 17 -
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Part 17 - Educating Derek.
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Derek and Hal arrived back in the loft of Derek's garage after their
slap-up meal at Maxim's in Paris 1901.  The eastern horizon was
becoming lighter with the approaching dawn.  Both men stood naked in
the cool of the predawn air.  Derek embraced Hal and kissed him.  The
two big heavily muscled men stood hugging each other.

Derek: << That was a really great meal we had last night.  Thank you
for taking me there.  I really enjoyed it. >>

<< That's good.  I really enjoyed it too.  You are fun to be with. >>

Their thoughts passed freely between their two minds.  Derek was
getting interested in more sex but Hal was preoccupied.

<< Can you ride a motorbike? >>

<< Yes.  I often rode an agricultural bike when I helped to round up
the sheep on my sister's and brother-in-law's sheep station in
Western Victoria.  I got quite good at it too. >>

<< Do you have a licence to ride a bike on the road? >>

<< Nope.  Never bothered.  I never needed a bike in Sydney. >>

<< I'd better fix that.  Can I have your licence please? >>

Derek used his psychokinetic power to make his wallet float over to
him from the bedside cupboard.  He extracted his driver's licence and
handed it to Hal.  He was curious as to what Hal was going to do.

Hal held the licence card in his hand.  Something changed and Hal
held it up for Derek's inspection.  Derek could see that he was now
licensed to ride a motorbike as well as drive a car.

Hal:  << That was the easy part! >>

Hal then summoned a horde of pixies and imps.  The tiny pinpoints of
energy gathered in a luminous cloud around Derek's licence that Hal
was holding in his hand while Hal issued them instructions to go into
the computers of the Roads and Traffic Authority and the Police
Department of the State of New South Wales and change all the files,
records and backup tapes there relating to Derek's licence. In a few
seconds they were back having completed their task.  Now according to
the computer files, Derek was now a fully licensed motorcycle rider
and he had been for the past five years since his twenty-first
birthday.

Derek was amazed.

<< You make it look so easy. >>

Hal smiled.  << Years of practice.  It is a good thing to build up a
good relationship with the minor beings of the spirit world as well
as the major ones.  It can make life a lot easier. >>

<< I never would have guessed that pixies and imps would be, like,
computer savvy, I mean, like being able to program computers and
alter computer records and things like that. >>

<< It took us a lot of patience for us to teach them to do that and
now they can do it quite easily. >>

Hal handed Derek back his licence.  Derek examined it.  Sure enough,
it showed him to be licensed to ride a bike as well.  Derek shook his
head in wonder.

<< Soon you'll be able to do this sort of thing too, Derek.  Now we'd
better get you a bike.  Have anything in mind? >>

<+ No idea. +>

<< A Harley? >>

<< OK, I guess.  Or what about a Honda or a Suzuki?  Or maybe a
Yamaha? >>

<< Jap bikes?!  I wouldn't bother.  There's something about a Harley-
Davidson motorbike that's hard to beat.  A Harley is a real heavy he-
man's bike.  It is an enduring symbol of masculine potency; it is a
thoroughly butch bike.  A Harley-Davidson is a great pose bike; it is
attention getting, loud, noisy, intimidating and very masculine.  It
radiates brute force.  It asserts dominance.  When you ride one, it
shows off your muscles splendidly.  It is not a bike for women!  And
Jap bikes are really not the same.  They really don't have that sort
of character.  And to tell you the truth, the Jap bikes are a wee bit
squeezy for a big fellow like me.  A Harley will take a bloke my size
easily. >>

<< I guess you're a Harley man. >>

<< Yeah!  Right on!  Would you like one? >>

<< After a recommendation like that, how can I refuse? >>

<< Well, I have a black 1992 Dyna Low-Rider I can let you have.  I'm
afraid it'll cost you $2000.  Much as I would like to, I am not going
to give it away.  You can pay me when you're ready. >>

<< Sure. >>

Hal concentrated his will and Derek heard a soft whoosh in the garage
below the loft.  They jumped downstairs and Derek saw a second
Harley-Davidson motorbike parked next to Hal's.  Derek was thrilled
as he admired the gleaming black machine that was now his.  It was in
mint condition and the chrome highlights sparkled.  It was filled
with petrol and ready to go.  He thanked Hal profusely.

Derek: << Are Roadknights allowed to have other makes of bikes
besides Harley-Davidsons? >>

Hal laughed.  << Of course they are.  Our members ride bikes like
Triumphs, BSA's, Nortons, Ducatis, Motoguzzis, BMW's, and yes, even
the good Jap bikes like Hondas, Kawasakis, Yamahas and Suzukis.  I
just prefer Harleys myself. >>

<< Sounds like some of your guys ride some real antiques. >>

<< Yep.  We look after them with our superhuman powers and so we are
riding old bangers that are kept in mint condition. >>

<< Way to go! >>

As Derek watched, Hal exerted an act of will and clothed himself in
his bike-riding gear, the same clothes that he was wearing when he
first arrived in Derek's life that morning six days ago.  He had on
the sleeveless blue denim jacket with the Roadknights' insignia on
the back, the faded blue denim jeans, the knee-length black leather
flying boots and the elbow length black leather riding gloves.  He
looked awesomely muscular, just the same as he did back then.  Derek
looked at him with admiration and love.  Hal put on his black bike
helmet.

Derek was about to get into an identical outfit when Hal warned him
that he, Derek, could not yet wear the insignia of the Roadknights.
Before he could, he had to be admitted into the motor cycle club and
there were a number of things he had to learn first.

Derek thought up Plan B and created around his muscular body a black
leather sleeveless jacket with matching tight-fitting black leather
riding pants.  He also put on black leather gloves and riding boots
similar to Hal's.  He looked truly spectacular in the outfit with his
big powerful body packed with rippling hard muscles, his massive
broad shoulders with his thick, heavily muscular 24-inch arms with
football sized biceps, the thick, robust, bulging curve of his
pectoral muscles and the hard chiselled bulges of his abdominal
muscles.  He stood 186 centimetres (6'1") and weighed 135 kilograms
(300 lb).

Hal whistled appreciatively.  << You look like a hot muscle hunk out
of Tom of Finland.  You are really hot! >>

Derek flashed a wide grin, put on his black helmet and mounted his
bike.  The bike fired up easily when he kick-started it.  Its roar
filled the garage interior as Derek rode out the back door.  Hal
followed him out.  Derek used his psychokinetic power to close the
door behind him.  It was an odd sight to see the door slide shut
noisily apparently under its own power.  The two men sat side by side
on their idling bikes in the gravel car park between the garage and
the hotel.

Derek took off.  His powerful bike roared as it accelerated up Valley
Road.  Hal was close behind him.  As Derek rode quickly up the road,
he quickly discovered that the big Harley handled quite differently
to the agricultural bikes he was used to riding on his sister's sheep
station.  For a start it had considerably more momentum.  Information
flowed telepathically from Hal's mind to Derek's and Derek quickly
learnt to handle the big bike well.

Hal introduced the concept of 'superstick' where the tyres were made
to have an infinite coefficient of friction.  In other words the bike
tyres in this state simply could not slide on the road surface.  The
bike went around the tight corners as if it were on rails.  Hal
warned Derek not to lean the bike over too far or else he would
scrape the shiny chrome exhaust manifolds on the road.  Derek was
exhilarated as he sped along the winding road through the forest.

They quickly reached the intersection with the main road at the top
of Valley Road.  Hal got Derek to ride back down again.  They rode up
and down the 18 kilometre (11 mile) length of Valley Road several
times while Hal tuned Derek's riding skills by continually assessing
him and feeding back ways of improvement.  Derek learned to attune
himself to the dynamics of his bike.  Hal was satisfied when they
reached the top of Valley Road for the last time.  The trainee
superman had improved considerably.

They headed northwest on the road to Gundagai.  It did not take them
long to cover the distance to the town.  Derek used his telepathic
sense to scan the road ahead so when it was clear he was able to
overtake the slower moving traffic without any dramas.  He felt
marvellous as they sped past the cars and caravans on the road.  Hal
cautioned the young superman against feeling too superior.

They stopped briefly at the statue of the dog on the tuckerbox.  The
tourists gathered around gawked at the two powerful musclemen.  Derek
looked spectacular in his black leathers.

They turned onto the Hume Highway and headed northeast into the
morning sun towards Canberra and Sydney.  Astride his motorbike,
Derek felt like the king of the road.  He felt great.  They sped up
out of Gundagai. Travelling at about 150 klicks (kilometres per hour,
90 miles per hour) Derek revelled in the feel of the wind blasting
his bare chest.  The bikes cruised easily at that speed.  They had
received superhuman treatment.  The traffic was light and most
vehicles were observing the posted 100 k.p.h. (62 m.p.h.) speed
limit.  Derek happily sped along in the fast lane.  Big Hal rode
alongside him.  This was the life!

Just before Jugiong, Hal slowed down rapidly to the speed limit.  He
sensed telepathically the radar trap several miles ahead.  Derek
could feel it too and matched speeds with Hal.  He could sense the
minds of the police officers manning the trap.  A motorist who had
been clocked at 140 klicks (88 m.p.h.) had just been issued with an
infringement notice and was driving off in a very sour mood that
Derek sensed clearly.  The two motorcyclists rode past the radar trap
at a very proper 99 k.p.h.  They did not look at the police officers
eyeing them off.

Several miles beyond the radar trap they were sitting comfortably at
110 klicks.  They heard the roar of a V8 motor as an old Ford F-100
pickup truck came up behind them and sat three feet from the two
men's bikes.  Derek's anger rose as he sensed the driver getting a
kick out of hassling the two 'bikies'.  In his rear-view mirror he
could see the driver grinning at them like an ape.  Derek wanted to
throw a bolt of lightning at the man and fry him to a cinder, or at
least use his psychokinetic power to flip the truck over.

Hal was not the least perturbed.

Hal: << Keep your shirt on, mate.  There's absolutely no point in
killing him, Derek.  I'll just make him suffer a little for his
insolence. >>

He stabilised his bike, turned around and made a gesture at the
radiator grill of the Ford F-100 close behind them.  A sprite leapt
into action and disconnected the high-tension lead from the coil to
the distributor.  The Ford's engine died immediately.  The pickup
truck fell back and coasted to a halt in the breakdown lane at the
side of the highway.  Derek enjoyed the look of astonishment and
dismay on the driver's face.  As they sped away, the F-100's driver
was trying to restart his engine.

Derek grinned at Hal.  << Neat trick! >>

Hal: << We'll be miles away by the time that dimbo realises that the
high-tension lead has come away from the coil.  With luck, he'll
flatten his battery trying to start his truck again.  It certainly is
more fun than frying him. >>

<< Yeah, I guess.  I kind of liked the idea of him going up in flames
though. >>

<< You can't going around killing people just because they annoy you.
It just simply isn't done.  Besides, The Boss doesn't like His agents
going around killing people.  He will come down very hard on you if
you do.  This way is more fun.  Anyway, you only kill another human
being if you have absolutely no choice to do otherwise.  You can do
all sorts of things with your super powers, even though at times you
have to reach deep into your bag of tricks.  You don't kill a guy
merely for being an idiot.  You can just make life difficult for him
if you choose to, like, you could have oiled up his spark plugs,
clogged the carburettor jets, caused a vapour lock in the fuel line,
caused the engine control computer to lock up and stop working, or
made the fuel disappear from his fuel tank.  That last one's a
beauty.  It makes a guy look like a real idiot running out of fuel on
the highway.  But you don't go around killing people.  If you do kill
someone, it's seen as a complete failure on your part.  It does not
go down well. >>

<< All right. >>

<< You may have noticed that the driver of the pickup was not the
sharpest tool in the shed.  When he tells his mates in the pub about
his little adventure, they'll all laugh at him.  They won't believe
him.  They'll tell him he's stupid and that he doesn't look after his
truck properly.  The consequence is, hopefully, he'll think twice
before trying that sort of trick again. >>

<< You hope. >>

<< I doubt that he'll try that stunt with a Roadknight again.  I made
sure he noticed the insignia on my back.  If he's silly enough to do
it to a bunch of Hell's Angels, well, that's not my problem. >>

At Yass, they took the exit and rode through the town.  Just outside
the town, they turned off the Barton Highway to Canberra and headed
south.  In a while they were riding along the western side of the
Brindabella Range.  The bitumen petered out and they were riding on a
rough dirt road.

Hal showed Derek how to set up a force field around his bike so that
it glided smoothly over the potholes and corrugations.  After that
Derek was a lot happier cruising along the dirt road.

They rode deeper into the forest that clothed the western ramparts of
the Brindabella Range.  The road became narrower and rougher but the
bikes were insulated from the road shocks by the force fields under
their wheels.  The tall trees stood close to the narrow dirt road and
arched overhead.  The forest rang with the calls of bellbirds and
parrots.  Bright flashes of colour appeared as parakeets and
lorikeets flew across the road in front of them.

Hal turned off onto a narrow dirt track that wound deep into the
forest that was part of the Kosciuszko National Park.  The track was
smooth but little used.  Hal stopped in a clearing full of long grass
on the banks of a burbling stream.

Hal: << We shouldn't disturb anyone here.  The nearest person is
miles away.  Now is a good time for you to sharpen your combat
skills, particularly after that set-to with the pickup truck.  You
got quite angry then.  Right now, one punch from you will kill a man.
With your tremendous strength, ordinary people squish rather easily.
You need to be able to put a person out of action temporarily rather
than kill them or cripple them.  The Lord has transformed you into a
baby Bodhisattva with big bulging biceps.  Your mission is to bring
love and joy and beauty and happiness into the world.  You do not
damage or destroy people.  You aim to uplift them into the Light, to
transform them as well.  You are a beautiful man now, a superman.
You are a blessed being with tremendous power now.  It is possible
for you to destroy the Earth if you chose to do so.  It is possible
for one superman to destroy utterly an entire galaxy and all that is
contained in it.  It is even possible for one superman to destroy the
entire Universe. >>

<< What would happen if I destroyed the Earth?

<< God would insist that you recreated it again exactly as it was. >>

<< And if I wouldn't? >>

God: << I WOULD STRIP YOU OF ALL YOUR POWERS.  I WILL NOT TOLERATE
DISOBEDIENCE, ESPECIALLY ON AN ISSUE LIKE THAT.  I WILL NOT TOLERATE
WILFUL MISUSE OF THE POWERS THAT I HAVE GIVEN YOU. >>

Derek was awed.  He was surprised that The Lord was watching and
listening to them all the time.  Derek had considerable freedom, but
The All-Seeing, All-Knowing, All-Powerful Lord God Creator of the
Universe was watching and assessing him all the time, seeing how
Derek reacted to the various situations presented to him.  Hal was
close to The Lord and Hal was guiding Derek ever onward along the
path of further growth and development as a superhuman agent of The
Lord.

Derek: << OK >>

First Hal showed Derek how to throw lighting bolts.  Derek used his
psychokinetic power to pull in a cloud of electrons from his
surroundings, concentrate the electrons around his body, open a
channel through the air to his target and throw the charge at the
target.  Derek blasted an old tree stump with a thick heavy spark
that made a very loud bang that echoed through the forest.  It
sounded like a piece of heavy artillery being fired and the flash was
blindingly bright.  It was truly a bolt of lightning.  The tree stump
disintegrated into a pile of charred remains.  Next, Derek fired a
lightning bolt at a thick branch of a dead gum tree about 500 metres
(quarter of a mile) away.  The bolt severed the branch next to the
trunk and the branch came crashing to the ground.  Again there was a
blinding flash and a deafening bang.  Where the branch had been
attached to the tree remained as a charred stub.

Then Hal showed Derek how to use his electrokinetic power to disable
a man.  Both Hal and Derek stripped naked for the demonstration.
Derek jabbed his outstretched fingers into Hal's stomach and fired a
small bolt of electric charge into his torso.  Hal grunted but he was
not hurt.

Hal: << Good!  Do that to an ordinary man and he will end up curling
up on the ground writhing with pain.  A charge into his guts will
cause all his abdominal muscles to cramp up and all his intestines
will go into a temporary spasm.  The pain is hideous.  It feels like
a grenade going off in your guts.  You only do that to someone who
seriously needs punishing. >>

Hal duplicated himself.  His avatar who had no super powers stood
dumbly next to Hal who showed Derek how to perceive the electric
fields of the human body.  Derek could see them as a network of small
glowing nodes connected by glowing lines projected onto the skin of
both Hal and his duplicate.  Derek used his electrokinetic power and
found that shooting a small electric charge into this network could
seriously disrupt the functioning of the human body.  Hal's avatar
shrieked in sudden pain and collapsed.  Hal revived him quickly and
showed Derek how to paralyse an arm or a leg with his electrokinetic
power, thus disabling an opponent temporarily.

Hal got his avatar to attack Derek, who easily disabled the huge
heavily built muscleman by judicious application of electric charge.
The avatar lay heaving and groaning at Derek's feet.  Hal revived him
again and Derek kept on practising until Hal was satisfied.

Hal absorbed the abused avatar back into himself.  Then he showed
Derek how to create fireballs by using his psycho-electrokinetic
power to pulling electrons from air molecules to form a cloud of
glowing charged particles.  Derek had great fun shooting a stream of
glowing, fizzing fireballs from his outstretched hand.  These
fireballs would drift in the air for a few seconds to a minute or two
like soap bubbles.  Some would just fade away while others would
implode with a bang.  With a little fiddling of the charge ratios,
Derek found he could shoot off fireballs of various different colours
from the standard electric blue-white to blue, violet and green
through to pink and yellow.

Hal: << Fireballs are a great way of stopping an attack by a savage
animal.  Pop one in its face and it runs a mile.  It really is
effective in scaring an animal off.  I'd be careful about throwing
them at people though.  You could easily get an inconvenient
reputation for being a sorcerer or an alien from outer space.  You
don't want that. >>

Derek put his arms around his lover and hugged him vigorously.  Hal
bent down and kissed Derek hard on his lips.  They held each other in
a passionate clinch.

It was now the middle of the day and the sun shone down brilliantly
from high in the bright blue sky.  The trees around the clearing were
all out in blossom and their scent hung heavily in the still air.
The drone of bees busy in the wattle flowers filled the air.

Derek ran his hands over Hal's powerful form feeling with pleasure
his broad muscular back, his robust shoulders and his magnificent
thickly muscled 26" arms.  Hal did the same to Derek's similarly
powerfully muscled body.  He relished Derek's splendid 24" upper
arms.  He ran his hands over Derek's wide heavily muscled shoulders,
down Derek's brawny broad back, grasped firmly the thick round
muscles of Derek's magnificent bubble butt and spread the butt cheeks
apart.  Both their cocks stiffened rapidly as their desire for each
other rose.  They kissed each other fervently.  Hal's stiff cock
found its way between Derek's great thickly muscled thighs as Derek
hungrily rubbed his cock against the mountain ridges of Hal's belly.

Hal pulled Derek on top of him as he lay back onto the grass.  Derek
straddled Hal's huge body and eased his arse back against Hal's great
big, stiff and willing penis.  His arsehole opened readily and the
anal pucker enfolded itself around the cock head of Hal's mighty
penis.  Derek let out a heartfelt groan as Hal pushed his cock into
Derek's anal canal.  Both penis and arsehole had force fields
switched on so that they felt deliciously well lubricated.  Derek
felt wonderful as Hal's huge cock penetrated into his arsehole up
past his prostate and deep into his bowels.  He rode the bearded
muscleman's huge body as Hal's penis thrust deep into his body with
long powerful strokes.  Derek's own big steel-hard penis rubbed
against the muscles of Hal's rock hard stomach.  Both held off their
orgasms for a time as each relished the fantastic sensations of their
fuck that flowed between each other's telepathically linked minds.
Hal kept on thrusting his penis in and out of Derek's beautiful and
silky smooth arsehole while Derek howled in his intensely sensual
carnality.  He relished every millimetre of Hal's mighty 40
centimetre (16 inch) cock.  Hal clung onto Derek's huge and
powerfully muscled body.  He really enjoyed fucking this magnificent
muscleman who had grown under his tutelage from an ordinary young man
into a dream lover.

Derek released his orgasm and it exploded in him like the detonation
of a thermonuclear bomb.  Simultaneously Hal released his.  Hal
roared as his semen boiled up out of his balls through his churning
groin and gushed out of his mighty penis and squirted deep into his
partner's bowels.  Derek howled as his mighty body shook with the
intensity of his orgasm.  The two men's orgasms intertwined together
into a telepathically linked firestorm that enveloped their heaving
bodies.

This attracted the attention of the spirit beings of the forest.
Curious fauns, satyrs, nymphs, sylphs, dryads, pixies, elves and
fairies gathered around the two men locked together in their orgasmic
lovemaking.  The bolder beings passed through the bodies of the men.
Their tingling passage intensified the men's orgasms.  Fauns and
satyrs clustered around and groped the men's heaving bodies and
wallowed luxuriantly in the ecstatic tumult.  Satyrs put their hands
into Derek's body and felt the explosion of energy within him.  This
only spurred the men onto greater orgiastic heights.

Finally after some time the orgasms came to an end.  Derek lay upon
Hal replete with satisfaction.  Hal hugged Derek fervently to him.
They kissed happily and saluted the ranks of spirit beings around
them that had celebrated their towering orgasm.

The men lay together in the afternoon sun.

Hal: << Derek, mate, you'll do nicely.  You're ready to be admitted
into the Order. >>

Derek watched as Hal sent out a telepathic call for people to come
and help Hal perform the induction.  Six of Hal's old friends and
lovers replied that they would come.  They would meet at Derek's
garage the following morning.

The two lovers separated and mounted their motorbikes.  Their
clothing had been sent to somewhere else earlier except for Derek's
boots and gloves, which he put on, wearing nothing else.  The men
rode naked along the narrow winding forest trails back towards
Derek's garage on Valley Road.

Derek found it exhilarating riding through the forest with the wind
of his passage playing on his bare skin and blowing through his hair.
Hal knew where he was going as he had formed a mental map of the
area.  Derek was happy to ride with him.

They came out of the forest and rode into farmland along a wide dirt
road.  Derek accelerated to high speed.  He was invulnerable.
However he was mindful that his bike was not.  He did not wish to
make a fool of himself in front of Hal on the day before his
induction into the Roadknights and damage his bike.  He used his
supernatural powers to stabilise the bike as he sped over the rough
surface.  Farmhouses were set well back from the road and they saw no
other traffic.  Feeling the gale on his naked body as he sped along
was a real blast.


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Continued in Part 18.
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