Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2004 17:41:41 +1000 (EST)
From: "[iso-8859-1] Wombat" <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #26' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc Biker ) [ 26 ! 50 ]
The Old Valley Road Hotel.
By Wombat.
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Any constructive comments are appreciated.
I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'.
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Chapter 3. Education and Induction.
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Part 26: Hit the Road.
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Derek tuned into Scott's mind telepathically. Scott was at the
Sunday morning Holy Communion service in St. Aidan's Anglican Church
in Ringtail Springs along with the rest of his family. His mind was
seething with resentment. He really did not want to be at church
this morning. He very much wanted to see Derek and his friend before
they left to go to South Australia. Scott had heard a lot about
Derek's huge friend Hal from Sergeant Rowling at dinner the previous
night. The policeman was quite funny when he had had a few drinks.
This bloody sermon was so bloody boring. The parish priest was a
boring old fart who talked on and on and bloody on. The Reeves
family sat a few rows back from the front of the church. In the pew
in front of Scott sat his parents and his four sisters. His father
wore a dark blue suit. He and his two brothers were now too big and
broad-shouldered to fit into the pew with the rest of family so they
sat in the pew behind. The three young men wore white short-sleeved
open-neck shirts and dark slacks. Robert was sidesman today so he
sat next to the aisle. Scott sat between his eldest brother Matt and
his grandmother, Mrs Reeves. On the old lady's other side sat two of
her friends, Miss Lavinia Longbottom and Mrs Chrissie Watson.
The parson was so fucking long-winded. Scott sneaked a look at his
watch. The sermon had been going on for twenty-seven minutes now and
still the old windbag showed no signs of stopping. Scott had lost
track of what the parson was talking about long ago. He fidgeted
restlessly, impatient to be out of here.
"Be still and pay attention," whispered his grandmother. "It's good
for the soul."
Scott did not dare to reply. Granny was a real old battleaxe.
He looked around the church, which had built in the middle of the
nineteenth century in the style of an English village church by the
English settlers wanting to recreate Home. Stained glass windows
donated by local families in memory of their dear departed loved ones
filled the church with coloured light.
Scott's eye wandered to two brass plates at the front of the church.
The upper one was in memory of Matthew Gordon Reeves who was killed
in action in Vietnam in 1970 at the age of twenty. Scott's uncle was
killed many years before Scott was born. The lower one was in memory
of Robert Gordon Reeves, Scott's grandfather, who died in 1972 at the
age of forty-eight. Scott's father Max was only nineteen years old
when Scott's grandfather died. Max had kept his father's plumbing
business going and it had grown well over the intervening years.
People said that Scott's grandfather had died of a broken heart
because of the death of his elder son. Scott realised that his
father Max was now the same age as his own father when he died.
Scott wondered how his grandmother felt when she saw the plates
commemorating her elder son and her husband on the wall when she went
to church every Sunday.
His attention drifted to a stained glass window in memory of one
Archibald McBride who had departed this life in 1903. The window
depicted Christ feeding the five thousand. It was rather a mediocre
window that had been imported from England shortly after McBride's
death. The manner in which Christ was holding what looked like a
baguette triggered something in Scott's mind.
To Scott, Christ seemed to saying to his disciples: "Take this and
stick it up your arse in remembrance of Me."
Scott burst out into a fit of giggles at the thought. His shoulders
shook as he tried to stifle his giggles but the blasphemous thought
was too much for his composure. The heads of his two younger sisters
sitting in front of him whipped around immediately. They looked back
at him and smirked. His parents and his two older sisters appeared
to ignore him. Maxwell Reeves was a churchwarden as well as mayor;
he had his image to maintain.
His grandmother tapped a warning finger on his thigh.
"Stop it, Scott," she hissed sharply. "Stop that nonsense at once."
Scott took a deep breath in an effort to stop his secret mirth. He
turned away from his grandmother and looked at his eldest brother.
Matt's eyes were twinkling with merriment. Scott caught his eye and
started giggling again.
His grandmother leant forward and glared at Matt. "Matthew," she
hissed. "Don't encourage him. You are old enough to know better."
"Scottie, settle down, mate," Matt whispered in Scott's ear. "The
old girl will inflict a dire penance on you if you don't. How does
the thought of polishing all the brass in the church grab you?"
Scott managed to stop his giggles. The parson beamed beatifically
down upon the congregation and continued with his sermon.
Derek and Hal withdrew. However, Hal still kept a part of his mind
tuned into Scott in the background. Derek thought that was a clever
trick. Derek had to concentrate quite hard when reading someone
else's mind.
Derek: << Did you send that thought about Christ and the bread stick
to Scott? >>
Hal: << You know I didn't. Our minds are telepathically linked
together. Scott thought that one up all by himself. >>
<< I can understand Scott feeling bored and angry. Church services
are such boring and joyless affairs. Now that I know how wonderful
and joyful it is knowing God and working for Him, church services
seem so pointless and such a waste of time. It makes some people
feel good, that's all. And the priest has no idea! >>
Hal: << Some of the congregation think he's very learned and holy. >>
Derek rolled his eyes derisively. << Scott doesn't. >>
<< That's for sure. That reminds me. How would you like to stick
something up my arse, as long it's not a baguette? >>
<< Sure would! >>
Derek heaved himself up on top of Hal. They wrapped their arms
around each other and kissed with rapidly rising passion. Their
cocks quickly became rock hard as Derek writhed on top of Hal,
rubbing his powerful muscles against Hal's mighty body. Hal pulled
his massive legs back and hooked his ankles over Derek's thickly
muscled shoulders. His arsehole was nicely exposed.
Derek positioned the head of his cock on the pucker of Hal's arsehole
and pushed. Hal's arsehole opened up easily and Derek's big fat
penis squeezed in through the opening. Hal's anal canal was
delectably tight around Derek's cock as Derek thrust it in. With a
few thrusts, Derek's cock was imbedded up to the hilt in Hal's arse.
Derek kept on thrusting his penis deep up into Hal's bowels with long
sweeping strokes that drove Hal wild. Hal wrapped his legs around
Derek's waist and enjoyed to the full Derek's vigorous thrusts up
into his torso. His rock hard cock was sandwiched between their
muscular bodies and rubbed against the bulging ribbed musculature of
Derek's abdomen. Derek's body was slick and slippery with sweat.
Hal delighted in the passionate thrusting of Derek's penis up his
arsehole into his torso. He held onto Derek's thickly muscled broad
shoulders and delighted in feeling Derek's huge powerful muscles
working hard as Derek pounded his cock into Hal's tight arsehole.
Hal was robustly stimulated by Derek's cock pushing against his
prostate and pulling and stretching his arsehole and thrusting up
into his bowels.
Derek revelled in fucking the huge muscleman who was really aroused
by Derek's powerfully muscled body. Hal's anus was tight and
slippery around his cock and Hal's anal canal felt deliciously
smooth, silky and slippery. The muscles that packed Hal's pelvis
were tight against Derek's penis but further up inside Hal's torso,
Hal's bowels felt soft and velvety.
Hal was really hot and burning with lust for Derek. He arched his
back underneath Derek in sheer rapture, thrusting Derek up into the
air. His mouth was wide open in exultant bliss. He held Derek in a
joyful bear hug. Derek found his face buried in Hal's massive hairy
thick hard bulging pectoral muscles; he kept on thrusting his penis
vigorously deep up into Hal's body with long sweeping strokes.
Derek's mouth found one of Hal's nipples and he sucked on it
enthusiastically. Hal roared with ecstatic joy.
"Fuck me, Derek," Hal yelled. "Fuck me hard and fuck me deep. Oh,
Derek, you are so hard and strong and virile."
He clutched Derek fervently. His fingers dug into the big hard
muscles of Derek's shoulders and back while Derek clutched him in a
bear hug around his huge chest. Hal let go and exploded into orgasm.
Derek kept on fucking him with long rhythmic strokes while a torrent
of semen squirted out of Hal's cock all over his and Derek's chests
as they ground together in the heat of passion. Hal screamed,
delirious with delight at feeling Derek's mighty penis ramming up
into him while he was ejaculating.
Derek held off with his orgasm for a little while longer. A part of
him was fascinated by the extreme pleasure that Hal derived from
Derek's penis thrusting up into him while his orgasm continued. Hal
was highly aroused sexually by Derek, his muscularity, his virility,
his sexuality, his manly vigour, his strength and power. Derek was
one very hot champion fucker. Hal's orgasm was thunderous. Derek
revelled in ramming his ramrod stiff penis up into Hal's anus while
Hal roared in ecstatic joy. He loved being fucked hard while he was
still coming.
Derek released the block on his own orgasm. He rammed his penis as
far as possible up Hal's tight anus and deep into Hal's mighty
muscular hard torso. His whole body tensed hard and he erupted with
delirious joy. His hot spunk boiled out his churning groin and
squirted deep into Hal's bowels. They both howled in their orgiastic
rapture. Derek revelled in having his hard hot big cock thrust up
into Hal's massively powerful body just as Hal revelled in feeling
Derek's cock thrust up into the core of his mighty body.
Thick hot white ropes of semen were still erupting from Hal's cock
sandwiched between their bodies. Semen splashed on the underside of
Derek's chin and ran into Hal's beard. Their chests were coated with
Hal's semen as he roared out in his ecstatic bliss.
Their interlinked minds ran together in their sexual rapture. Each
man's orgasmic joy was stoking that of the other man, wrapping each
other round and round with mounting intensity like a pillar of fire.
When their orgasms finally came to an end, they lay together
blissfully relaxed in each other's arms. Hal was happy to feel
Derek's penis still stiff up his arsehole filling his pelvis. It
felt really good inside him.
Hal hugged Derek.
Hal: << You are one hot fucker. >>
Derek smiled his appreciation.
Hal: << You were one very horny little fellow even before I got to
you. You have a very strong sex drive. I had a lot of fun with you
even before you became a superman. >>
Derek: << I don't mind at all. I'm really enjoying having sex with
you. I've never had so much fantastic sex until you came along into
my life. This is absolutely marvellous. I'm really enjoying being a
superman. >>
<< You can change it if you want to. You are a superman. >>
Derek laughed. << I don't know. Being horny is too much fun. >>
They relaxed entwined together. Hal kissed Derek affectionately.
They were full of love for one another.
Hal had part of his mind tuned into Scott. Derek tuned into Scott's
mind too. Scott was now attending the obligatory cup of tea and
biscuits in the church hall for the congregation after the service
with the rest of his family. His mother was busy talking with the
other parishioners. His father was in serious conversation with
George McBride. His grandmother was busy organising the tea and
biscuits with the other good ladies of the parish. Scott was bored
and drifted outside to the porch with a handful of biscuits. He was
joined by his brother Matt who wanted to know what Scott found so
funny about the sermon. Matt was mystified that anyone could find
anything funny in it. Scott told him about his thought about Christ
and the stick of bread in the stained glass window. Matt laughed out
loud and told Scott he was a grubby boy.
Derek: << He will be a while yet before he gets here. He's got to
have lunch first. >>
Derek knew that Scott was still determined to come around to the
garage.
They lay together and their minds roved around the town. Old Mr
Plumrose the butcher had gone to the early morning service at the
Uniting Church and was now driving over to Bletchley Park for lunch
with his daughter, her husband and family. The Shanahan family was
still at Mass at the Catholic Church of Our Lady of Dolours.
Sergeant Kym Rowling was sleeping in.
Derek looked at the smart new kitchen that Hal had created at the end
of the loft after they had been to the Moon.
Hal: << Scott will wonder what the hell is going on when he sees
that. >>
With a flick of his will, Hal undid the changes and it reverted back
instantly to the somewhat shabby old kitchen it was before, all
except for the gleaming big new refrigerator, which he left. It
looked like Derek had been extravagant.
They decided to leave the big magnifying mirror suspended over
Derek's bed. If Scott asked how they got it in, it was through the
big double doors to the outside at the back of the loft. Derek had
never opened them. Just for fun he decide to open them this time.
He had to be careful as the doors were stuck; they had not been
opened for many years. He created grease in the hinges and eased the
doors open successfully with his super powers. They opened wide into
the outside air. The room filled with more light and air. It seemed
half the outside wall had opened out.
Derek and Hal flew out the opening and checked out the old hotel next
door. With the help of fairies they replaced the boards over the
windows and doors facing the inside courtyard of the hotel. The
boards over the outside doors and windows had not been removed. Hal
asked a deva to protect the hotel and garage while Derek was away
with him. He informed the deva about Scott. The deva would only act
against people who had bad intentions. He would frighten them away
by spooking them telepathically. The hotel already had a reputation
in the district for being haunted.
They flew to the dam near the hotel and dived into the water like
cormorants. The water was nice and cool. The dam was about a
hundred metres (yards) across and ten metres (30 feet) deep. It held
water for the hotel. They swam about and frolicked in it and washed
the semen off their bodies. Derek discovered that he could stay
underwater indefinitely or at least until he got bored. The water
was very murky so he could not see at all but he was able to use his
superhuman senses to perceive the bottom of the dam, which was alive
with yabbies (freshwater lobsters).
After the swim they flew back to the garage. Derek checked his
motorcycle. It was in excellent shape and ready to go. Hal knew his
was fine.
There was not much that Derek needed to take on the trip to South
Australia. Most of his clothes were too small now. Hal created a
sausage bag for Derek, so that he could put some things in it. He
also created a bedroll for Derek as they were going to camp out on
the way. They packed the bags onto their bikes and were ready to
leave straight away.
Scott finished his Sunday lunch and finally managed to get away from
the table. He changed out of his Sunday clothes into an old red,
white and blue flannelette shirt that had its sleeves removed. He
wore it unbuttoned at the front. He also wore a skimpy tight dark
blue pair of work shorts and a pair of runners. He did not bother
with underpants. He got into his old Ford utility and drove over to
the garage on Valley Road.
Hal and Derek knew that Scott was coming. Nice and clean, they both
had a manly, musky odour. Hal put on his Roadknight biker gear, the
denim jacket with the insignia, the jeans and boots. Derek wore just
a pair of jeans and boots. He left his Roadknight jacket on the bed.
Hal looked at Derek with his thick muscular arms folded across his
naked powerfully muscled chest and rippled abdomen.
Hal: << You look really hot like that without your top. Scott's
going to get a real buzz when he sees you. >>
Derek grinned.
They heard the rumble of the V8 motor of Scott's utility as it
approached. Scott parked his vehicle around the back of the garage
as he usually did when he visited Derek. He was relieved to see that
the garage door was still open. He walked into the garage and saw
inside the door two motorcycles packed with gear. They were parked
next to Derek's Pajero.
Scott walked around the two Harley-Davidson bikes admiring the two
splendid shiny big black and chrome machines. They looked in mint
condition.
Derek appeared at the top of the stairs.
"G'day, mate," he called out.
"Hi. Nice bikes you've got here," replied Scott. "You're packed up
and ready to go, I see. I thought I'd come and catch you before you
left. I'm glad I came when I did."
"Great. Come on up and meet Hal."
Scott sprinted up the stairs. He looked with open-mouthed admiration
at Derek's thickly muscled torso and arms. He stared at Derek's
massive thick pectoral muscles and the abdominal muscles like
cobblestones. The muscles of Derek's arms bulged hugely.
"Jesus, Derek! You've got such huge muscles. I can't get over how
big you are these days."
Derek grinned. Behind Derek Scott saw a huge bearded muscleman with
long brown hair. He was even bigger and more muscular than Derek's
mighty physique. The man was wearing a faded denim jacket open at
the front showing a massive chest and belly rippling with muscle.
His huge arms bulged with muscles. His denim-clad legs were like
tree trunks. He wore biker boots like Derek's.
Derek introduced Scott and Hal and they shook hands. Scott was awed
by Hal's huge presence but Hal was warm and friendly. Scott liked
Hal's warm kind brown eyes.
"Dad said that he met you both in the pub last night," said Scott.
"He said he liked you both when he saw you. Derek, he said that you
put that bloody Cynthia McBride back in her box. Thanks for sticking
up for me."
"No worries," replied Derek.
"He said that you're going away today or tomorrow to Hal's property
in South Australia for about six or seven weeks. I'm glad I caught
up with you before you left."
"I'm glad you came around, Scott. I'll back here around Christmas
time. Will you keep an eye on this place while I'm away please?"
"Yeah, sure thing."
Derek grinned. His eyes twinkled merrily. "Then you and I can get
to know each really well and I can teach you a few things. We can
have a lot of fun together. And I can show you how to get huge
muscles."
Scott's face lit up with anticipation then fell. "Like yours? But
it's going to be a long time. It's going to be ages before you get
back."
He looked at Hal who was standing next to Derek.
"What about Hal?" he asked.
"What about me?" asked Hal.
"Are you, um, er, are you and Derek, um, like, er..." Scott
stumbled, fearful of committing a dreadful gaffe.
Hal laughed. "Yes, Scott. Derek and I are lovers. We like having
sex together."
Scott was relieved that Hal was so open about it. Derek grinned.
"Like you two are gay. I'm gay too. I hate having sex with girls.
I just can't do it with girls," declared Scott.
Hal smiled tolerantly. "With all due respect, Scott, I do not think
that at the age of seventeen you are quite mature enough to make a
decision like that to confine your sexual activities to men only.
Most men I know like having sex with both men and women. Only a
minority of men confine themselves exclusively to one sex or the
other. In any case, terms like gay, homosexual and queer are
meaningless in my view. They are labels quite without value. It's
quite OK for a man to have sex with another man. It's a normal part
of male behaviour. Derek and I are two men who like having sex with
other men. You, Scott, can choose to fuck another man, you can
choose to be fucked by another man, you can choose to fuck a woman.
It doesn't matter. It's your choice. It's not fixed and immutable."
Derek put in: "Anyway, you can't wipe off all women just because you
had a bad experience with Jayne Molesworth. And that was your first
and only time you've ever tried to have sex. That's what you told
me."
Hal continued. "Sex is a normal part of life, whether it's with the
same sex or the opposite sex. I make love with both men and women
and I really enjoy both kinds of sex. Having sex with another man is
different. It's a real buzz, but then, so is having sex with a
woman.
"You two are lovers," said Scott. "I'd like to find out what it's
like to have sex with another man, but, Derek, when you came back, if
you and I have sex, won't Hal be jealous?"
"Of course I won't be jealous," said Hal with a chuckle. "I don't
claim exclusive rights over Derek. I never have. I never will.
He's free to fuck whomever he wants to."
"And I certainly don't claim exclusive rights over Hal," laughed
Derek.
Hal smiled conspiratorially. "You should have seen Derek when some
friends of mine turned up here. Derek had great fun fucking them and
being fucked by them. He had an absolute ball, particularly with
Wolf and Big Dick. You know, Scott, Derek actually fucked Wolf on
one of the slippery dips in High Street in the middle of town. Can
you imagine it, Scott, two big naked musclemen fucking in the middle
of the main street?"
Scott's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean...?"
Hal and Derek laughed at Scott's amazement.
"Mind you, Scott, it was in the early morning before sunrise. Hardly
anyone was about then." Derek laughed merrily.
Scott grinned.
Hal went on: "So, Scott, if you still want to find out what it is
like to have sex with Derek when he gets back from my place at
Christmas time, that is fine by me. I certainly don't dictate what
he does. He makes his own decisions."
"But, Derek, you won't be back until Christmas. We're all going up
to Noosa in Queensland to spend Christmas with my bloody Aunt
Rosalind. The whole family's going, including Granny Reeves. All
Mum's brothers and sisters are getting together for Christmas and
Granny and Grandpa Houston as well. They do it every year and most
times it's at Aunt Rosalind's place. I won't be here when you get
back. It's gonna be horrible!" Scott's voice was a wail.
"Do you want to go?" asked Hal gently.
"No way! No way on Earth!"
"Don't you want to be with your family for Christmas?"
"No! I get sick of having them around me all the time. They never
leave me alone. You don't know what it's like living in a large
family."
Hal and Derek looked at one another and smiled.
Scott continued: "And bloody Aunt Rosalind, she's always bossing me
around and telling me what to do. She's the biggest fucking bossy
bitch around. She's horrible. Nothing's ever right for her. She
even bosses Mum and Dad around, just because she's Mum's big sister.
And Uncle Graham, her husband, is a bit peculiar."
"Well, Scott, what would happen if you did not go up to Queensland
with your family?" asked Hal.
Scott looked at the huge bearded biker wonderingly. He thought new
thoughts.
"I guess... I guess I'd be home alone. The rest of the family would
be a bit stinky about it though."
"Do you reckon you could handle that?"
"I guess so. But at least, Derek, you'll be back around Christmas,
won't you?" Scott looked at Derek hungry with hope.
"Oh yeah, I suppose so," replied Derek.
Hal: << If he does stay here, Derek, you'd better be back then. >>
Derek: << Sure thing. >>
"I'm certain Derek will be finished by then," said Hal. "So don't
worry about that. Just think it through though, Scott. If you were
to decide to stay back here, the rest of your family will put you
under a lot of pressure to change your mind."
"But I don't want to go up to bloody Queensland," said Scott with
feeling.
"You may spend Christmas alone."
"That's OK. It'd be great to have time on my own for a while. I
could do just what I want."
"Within reason," said Hal. "Seriously though, you need to think this
through."
"No. Bugger it!" declared Scott. "I don't want to go. I won't go.
I'm fucking well staying here." Scott folded his arms, squared his
shoulders and looked at Hal defiantly.
Hal saw that Scott had definitely made up his mind to stay when his
family went away. So far, so good. He looked at the handsome and
muscular teenager appreciatively. Derek was going to have lots of
fun. Hal smiled.
"OK then, Scott," said Hal. "I'll just give you a few tips on
strategy. First of all, don't tell your family about your decision
not to go just yet. Give it a few weeks. That means you won't have
to endure the pressure from them to change your mind. Also, you've
got a chance to change your mind."
"I won't," said Scott defiantly.
"Right, OK then. You might let them know of your decision a couple
of weeks before they go. With a bit of luck your mother and
grandmother will cook up all the food you need for the time they're
away and they'll make sure to buy in all the supplies you're likely
to need but you'll need to give them time to do all that. If you
tell them just before they leave, you're likely to cause a major
panic. And that won't go down well. You need to give them time to
get used to the idea and make the preparations. They'll put you
under pressure to change your mind. However, I'll leave that to your
sound judgement, Scott."
Derek smiled. The thought of Scott having sound judgement was
amusing. Scott was an impetuous young hothead.
Hal: << Derek, you may be pleasantly surprised. I reckon he'll come
to the party, particularly if you and I give him plenty of telepathic
support. >>
Hal continued: "Second thing, Scott, keep it a deep dark secret that
Derek is the real reason for you staying. Don't mention him at all
to anyone except in passing if you say that you might help Derek with
doing up the old hotel next door. Don't make it definite. If your
parents think that Derek is the real reason you're staying back, they
are going to worry. They are going to wonder what's going on between
you two. They're going to ask people to check up on you and that
will be a nuisance. People will check on you anyway but not nearly
as much. Tell your family that you can't stand your Aunt Rosalind,
you hate being bossed around by her. Also you want to spend some
time on your own."
"And the third thing, Scott, is listen to your parents' advice.
They'll tell you what to do about looking after the house and the
garden. Agree to do what they tell you, even if you think it's a
pile of bullshit. You don't have to do everything while they're away
in the exact manner specified, you can take a few shortcuts and you
will have help." Hal winked at Derek. "That will take a load of
worry off their mind. They'll think that you're responsible enough
to be left on your own. They'll feel happier about leaving you
alone."
Hal reinforced his words to Scott telepathically. Scott was willing
and eager. He was grateful for Hal's advice.
Scott's eye was caught by the big concave mirror hanging over Derek's
bed. "What's that thing?" he asked.
"It's a magnifying mirror," replied Derek with a cheerful grin.
Scott walked over to the bed and looked up at it.
"It's big," he commented. "How did you get it in here?"
Derek indicated the big double doors that were now closed. "With
lots of lift and grunt," he replied.
Scott lay back on the bed and looked up at his magnified image in the
mirror above. "Fantastic!" he exclaimed. "You could watch yourself
having sex like this."
"That's the idea," said Derek.
Scott flexed his arms and admired his biceps in the mirror.
"You've got quite big muscles for a young fellow," remarked Hal who
had strolled over to the bed. "You look good. How big are your
arms?"
"18 inches (45 cm)."
Hal looked at him doubtfully. "Is that 18 inches flexed and cold or
flexed and pumped?"
"Flexed and pumped."
"What are they cold?"
"17 inches."
"Still impressive. What do you weigh?"
"100 kilos or 15 stone 10 pounds (220 lb.)."
"That's big for a guy your age. You're a lot bigger than average.
You're 6 foot 2 inches, I believe."
"Yep."
"Chest size?"
"47 inches (120 cm)."
"Yes! You're quite a hunk of muscle, Scott," said Hal. "And you
have a nice slim muscular waist. 32 inches?"
"Yep. But, Derek, you're huge. Are your biceps really 24 inches (61
cm)? Is that flexed and cold?" Scott asked.
Derek indicated the tape measure on the table. "Why don't you
measure me and see for yourself?"
Derek went into a spectacular double biceps pose. His football-sized
biceps bulged enormously with a magnificent peak. Scott's eyes
widened with amazement as he beheld the muscle god before him. He
put the tape measure around both of Derek's arms and both came out at
24 inches.
Scott could not resist running his hands over Derek's mighty arms and
feeling the iron hard muscle under the silky smooth skin. The biceps
muscle he felt could not be pressed in at all. Scott ran his hands
over the big thick hard muscles of Derek's magnificent powerful chest
and shoulders. While he did so, his penis quickly became erect. To
his embarrassment the bulge was obvious in his skimpy shorts but both
Derek and Hal reassured him that they did not care. Hal washed away
Scott's embarrassment with powerful vibrations of love and
acceptance. Derek appreciated Scott's interest. He purred like a
cat feeling Scott's hands run over his torso. Scott's cock became
stiffer.
Scott looked at both Derek and Hal admiringly.
"You know, I'd do anything to have huge muscles like you two guys,"
he declared. "Really, I'd do anything. I really want stay here in
Ringtail and grow big, really big. I don't seem to be going anywhere
right now. I haven't got bigger for months."
"Scott, would you like me to give you a hand on the way?" asked Hal.
"Yeah, I would. What would you do?"
"I could, well, cast a sort of spell on you to make your muscles
grow. When I say a spell, I harmonise and facilitate the auric
fields of the energy centres of your body and integrate the energy
flows in your meridians."
"Sounds good. I'll be in it," said Scott cheerfully.
"Fine. You need to strip off naked for this."
With a little embarrassment, Scott took all his clothes off. Again
Hal beamed love, reassurance and acceptance to Scott and washed away
all traces of shame and embarrassment. Derek marvelled at the ease
with which Hal manipulated the thought processes in Scott's mind,
building up Scott's confidence and self-assurance and helping him to
be happy with his body.
Soon the muscular teenager stood proud and naked before them with his
erect penis sticking out from his groin. He was a splendid sight
with broad shoulders tapering down to a slim waist. His arms and
legs were thick and strong. His curly black hair hung over his blue
eyes.
Hal stood at Scott's side and placed one hand on Scott's chest over
his heart and the other diametrically opposite on his back. To focus
his mind on the task, Hal intoned an ancient Sanskrit chant taught to
him by a master in the Himalayas years ago. At first Derek watching
thought it was a piece of charlatanry put on just for show but he
soon sensed the deep purpose of the chant. He saw that Hal was
totally attuned to the Primal Energy Source; he was at one with Him,
the Lord God.
As Hal rubbed his hands slowly up and down Scott's nicely muscled
torso, Scott felt the tingling of his energy fields being tuned by
the harmonised interaction with Hal's powerful aura. Scott felt the
thrill of the electricity passing through his body. It was an oddly
pleasant sensation. His erect penis became even stiffer.
Hal was doing several things to Scott's body. He focussed energy to
transform body tissues to a noticeable amount of extra muscle mass
almost immediately and set up processes in Scott's body to increase
his muscle mass still further over the coming weeks so that Scott
would become a big, powerfully built hunk. He straightened out
Scott's colon so that his rectum became much longer; it could easily
fit an object more than 12 inches (30 cm) long inside up his anus.
He integrated the metabolic and immune processes of Scott's body so
that they would work in total harmony together. Scott's very mild
acne would disappear entirely very soon and he would stay in
excellent health.
Hal moved around to Scott's back and continued to rub his hands over
Scott's body. In addition to the ultra-healing he was giving Scott,
he was continuing to beam love, acceptance and self-confidence to
Scott who would not feel ashamed of his body and its functions. Hal
rubbed his hands over Scott's back, chest and abdomen, his shoulders
and arms, his buttocks, thighs, lower legs and feet. Scott's penis
remained very stiff and hard. Hal cupped Scott's hot balls in one
hand and focussed energy on his testicles to harmonise and integrate
the production of male hormones to the end of making Scott's muscles
bigger and making Scott more confidently masculine. He wrapped his
other hand around the shaft of Scott's penis and moved it slowly up
and down. The small repulsive force field made it feel nice and
slippery. The focussed energy made Scott's ramrod stiff penis
quickly lengthen from six inches (15 cm) to ten inches (25 cm) and
thicken to two inches (5 cm) in diameter. Scott watched in amazement
as his penis grew to an enormous size for a normal man. His cock
head was even bigger. The flange was now big enough for his foreskin
to catch behind it easily.
The sight of Scott's newly big penis, the tingling in his balls and
penis as well as Hal's manual stimulation was too much for Scott.
His balls contracted, his groin churned. Scott gasped and groaned.
His body twitched in a muscular spasm. All his muscles tensed and
bulged. Hot white ropes of spunk squirted out of his rock hard erect
penis ten feet (3 metres) across the floor. His knees buckled under
the influence of his intense orgasm so Hal wrapped one massive
powerful arm around Scott's chest in support but continued to hold
Scott's penis firmly with the other hand. That only intensified
Scott's orgasm more. Scott leant back against Hal and cried out in
the heat of his ejaculation, which continued unabated.
After about a couple of minutes, the orgasm subsided and Scott hung
limply in Hal's arms. Hal was pleased. The orgasm served to
complete the integration of the metamorphoses starting to occur in
Scott's body. Derek grinned as he wiped up the splats of spooge from
the floor with paper towels.
Scott sleepily opened his eyes and smiled up at Hal. The orgasm was
good. It was all part of the process. Scott was certainly not
ashamed of it. He said that it was the best orgasm he had ever had.
Hal held him firmly in his arms while Derek gently wiped the remnants
of semen from his cock.
After Scott had rested a little while, Hal released him and said the
process was finished and that the spell was successful. Scott was
overjoyed to find that his muscles were bigger all over. His chest
had increased to 48 inches (122 cm) and his biceps to 18 inches (45
cm) cold and flexed. His waist remained the same at 32 inches (82
cm) but the musculature was much better defined. He had a real
washboard abdomen now. His thighs had increased to 26 inches (66 cm)
from 25 inches (64 cm). His body weight had increased about 1
kilogram (2 lb.) but the existing fat and body tissue had been
redistributed and transformed into muscle by Hal's magic. He had a
splendid physique, even better than before, with broad shoulders
tapering down to a slim waist and with powerful muscles bulging all
over. His muscular torso was kite shaped with well-developed
trapezius muscles sloping up to his neck and his latissmus dorsi
muscles tapering down to his waist. His big half-erect penis hung
down his thighs to near his knees now. The foreskin was still held
back by the ridge of his cock head. His arms were thick and strong.
His full-bellied biceps had a nice bulge to them. His black curly
hair hung over his blue eyes.
Scott was so overcome with joy and gratitude that he hugged both Hal
and Derek.
Grinning broadly, he put his clothes on. Even with his clothes on,
he looked sexy, proud, erect and confident. His muscles showed
through the battered old flannelette shirt he wore. The energy and
love that Hal had poured into him had its effect.
Hal created a five-kilogram (11-pound) plastic tub of special muscle
growth enhancer in one of the kitchen cupboards and gave Derek a
telepathic cue.
Derek winked at Scott and said, "I've got something for you that you
might find useful."
He strode over to the kitchen cupboard and pulled out the tub that,
unbeknownst to Scott, Hal had just created.
"Scott, this is a tub of super muscle growth enhancer. I don't need
it any more. I'm big enough," he said with a smile as he handed it
to Scott.
"Oh wow! Will it make me as big as you?"
"Mmmm, yeah, it could. There's enough there in that tub to last you
about six weeks. We'll see what you're like when I get back. It
costs an awful lot but I'm happy to give it to you."
"Thanks very much."
Scott looked at the tub in his hands. It had inscrutable Chinese
characters on the label. He turned it over and found the English
language label.
"You just follow the instructions on the label," said Derek
helpfully. "It's all there."
"It's made by some outfit called Long Phat Kok and Company!"
exclaimed Scott. "Is that some kind of joke?"
"Well, yes and no," said Hal. "It's a company that started off
making potent aphrodisiacs from Australian herbs based on traditional
Australian Aboriginal medicine. The idea was to stop the slaughter
of rhinoceroses and tigers that feeds the demand for traditional
Chinese aphrodisiacs. It is based in Singapore and it was founded by
a group of Australians, hence the name, Long Phat Kok. Yes, it is a
joke, but the beauty of the name is that it translates easily into
Chinese characters. The company is doing very well, however. It has
recently branched out into making muscle growth enhancers and selling
them worldwide. I'm a shareholder and it's quite a profitable
investment.
"And it works?"
"Most definitely."
"Look at me," chimed in Derek and flexed into a spectacularly
muscular pose.
Scott's eyes widened. "Wow! Derek, you look fantastic."
"Scott, a word of advice," said Hal. "You'd better keep that tub a
dark secret from everyone. Once your older brothers get wind of the
fact you've got that stuff, they'll starting helping themselves and
soon you'll have none left. As Derek says, it's very expensive and
it's very effective. And one more thing, don't exceed the
recommended dose. You'll just waste it if you do. Your body will
just tip out what it doesn't use in your urine. You can work out in
the gym as much as you feel like."
Hal reinforced his advice telepathically. Derek gave Scott a plastic
bag to put the tub in.
"OK," said Scott.
Hal looked seriously at Scott.
"There's something I need to tell you, Scott," he said. "You are a
big, muscly and sexy guy and you are going grow into an even bigger
and sexier guy with even bigger muscles under the effects of the
spell I cast on you, the muscle growth enhancer and the work you'll
do in the gym and for your father. You must not have sex with
anyone, male or female, until Derek gets back, otherwise you could
easily queer things up horribly for yourself. You must remain
celibate for the duration. This is important. Having sex with
anyone too soon is very likely to lead to a very difficult
situation."
Scott shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, all right."
"However, Scott," Hal grinned. "You can masturbate as much as you
like, as many times a day as you want. It'll do you good and it's
fun and it will keep your juices flowing. You've got a nice big tool
to play with now."
Scott gave a wry grin. "OK, then, you're the doctor. Thanks. I
really like the long fat cock you gave me."
"It's a pleasure," said Hal.
He looked at Derek then back at Scott. He gave Derek a telepathic
cue. Derek put on his Roadknight jacket.
Derek said, "Well, Scott. It's time for us to hit the road. Thanks
in advance for keeping an eye on the place while we're away."
"No worries," replied Scott. "Thanks for the tub of the good stuff."
He looked at Hal and grinned. "Thanks very much for casting the
spell on me. I feel really good."
Scott swaggered and flexed his muscles appreciatively.
They all trooped downstairs. Derek and Hal hugged Scott in farewell.
They mounted their motorcycles already packed and kick-started them
into life. The bikes rumbled outside. Derek gave Scott his bunch of
keys and told Scott he was welcome to go inside and make use of the
facilities whenever he liked.
Scott pulled the garage door closed and snapped the heavy padlock
into place. He waved while Derek and Hal rode towards Valley Road
and watched as they rode away down the road until they disappeared
around the bend. He was sad to see them go but he was keen to see
Derek again. Seven weeks seemed an awfully long time. He slung the
tub that Derek had given him into his ute and drove home.
Derek thought how forlorn Scott looked as they rode away. But he was
really happy to be with Hal. Scott was a treat to be looked forward
to when he returned.
Meanwhile, he and Hal were riding off to Melrose in South Australia.
They would take several days to get there so they were going to camp
out along the way. Hal planned to follow the quieter roads just
north of the Murrumbidgee River and camp on the banks of the river
one or two nights. Then they would strike out northwest from Hay
across the outback of New South Wales across the Darling River,
across the desert and over the border into South Australia and then
on to Melrose in the Flinders Ranges of South Australia. Derek had
never camped out in the outback before and he was looking forward to
sleeping out under the stars with Hal.
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End of Chapter 3.
To be continued in Chapter 4.
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