Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2006 14:47:59 +1000 (EST)
From: Wombat <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #33' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc
    Biker ) [ 33 ! ?? ]

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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 4 Part 7.

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Part 33: Hot Rod
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Rod led Scott into a big room at the front of the house.  The windows
were covered with thick red velvet drapes that were closed.  There was
plenty of light however from the two main light fittings and the
sconces around the walls.  The walls were painted a very pale beige
and on the polished floor were a few occasional rugs.  Four 1930s
style armchairs were arranged around the fireplace in the wall
opposite the windows.

Near the window were several gleaming aluminium boxes.  Rob opened
them up and took out his photographic equipment.  He busied himself
setting up the camera on a tripod and a large slave flash also on a
tripod.  He loaded the camera with a big canister of film.  Scott
watched.

"OK, Ramzilla," said Rod.  "Let's do it.  Let's get that fantastic
body of yours on film."

Rod asked Scott his statistics and was astounded to find out just how
big Scott was.  He was blown away when Scott told him that he weighed
well over 450 pounds.  And he had the muscles to match.

Rod could scarcely credit what he heard.  Just to make sure, he ran a
measuring tape over Scott's utterly magnificent body.  The results
were amazing.  Rod had difficulty believing what he saw.  Scott was
absolutely huge but it was not until Rod saw the measurements on the
tape that he realised just how massive Scott was.  Scott's biceps were
28 inches; his chest was 69 inches; thighs were 35 inches.  His waist
was a tiny 33 inches, smaller than his thighs.  Scott was the biggest
and most muscular man that Rod had ever seen.

Before the photo shoot started, Rod rubbed baby oil all over Scott's
body.  Scott got aroused by feeling Rod's hands rubbing the oil over
his body.  Rod enjoyed it too.  He loved the feel of Scott's huge
muscles.

Scott's body glistened in the lights.  Every muscle, every vein, sinew
and striation stood out in stark relief.

At first Rod photographed Scott wearing his blue Speedos, his baseball
cap and work boots.  Scott went through a number of poses while Rod's
camera clicked and whirred and the flashes flashed.  His mighty
muscles bulged hugely.

"Oh Ramzilla," crowed Rod.  "You are mighty.  Those huge muscles of
yours are amazing.  God, you're hot.  And I really love that curly
black hair and those blazing blue eyes of yours.  You look like
Superman.  In fact Superman would be green with envy at that body of
yours."

He grinned wickedly.  "Let's make you hotter still."

He rubbed Scott's penis until it stiffened almost to the point of
bursting out of the Speedos.  It still pointed down but the bathers
were straining to hold it all in.  Rod took more photos.

Rod got Scott to remove his Speedos but to keep his boots and baseball
cap on.  With relish, Rod squatted down and rubbed baby oil over
Scott's naked buttocks and groin.  He paid particular attention to
Scott's penis and scrotum.  Scott's huge penis was so steely hard and
stiff that it ached.  So did his balls.  His steel hard cock stood up
at an angle from his belly glistening with oil while Rod ran his hand
over Scott's balls and cock.

"You know," said Rod.  "That is sure one mighty cock.  That would have
to be the biggest cock that I ever seen."

He got out the measuring tape again and stretched it along the length
of Scott's erect penis.  He whistled in amazement when he saw that it
measured 13 inches.  Its width was 2.75 inches, thicker than a coke
can.

Rod sensuously stroked Scott's huge cock with his oily hand, relishing
the experience.  Scott felt the sexual tension rising in his groin.
He groaned as orgasm approached.  Precum dribbled out of the hole in
the end of his penis.

Rod grabbed Scott's testicles and yanked them sharply downwards.
Scott gasped in the sudden pain.

"Jesus, you're one huge hot horny fucker," exclaimed Rod.

Scott's penis deflated a minuscule amount with the pain of the sudden
yank on his balls but it stopped the approach of the orgasm.  Rod soon
had it fully stiff and hard again with his ministrations.

Scott was really horny.  When Rod stood up, Scott saw that Rod's board
shorts were tented out with his erection.

Rod took more photos of Scott naked with his huge erect cock sticking
out in front and his mighty muscles bulging.  Scott's whole body
glistened with oil in the lights.  Every now and then Scott's cock
would droop again and Rod would rub it up until it was massively stiff
and hard again.

Rod got Scott to remove his boots and baseball cap and took more
photographs of Scott's magnificently naked body.  Scott's cock was so
stiff and hard now that it leaked precum onto the polished wooden
floor.  Rod's own cock still tented out the front of his board shorts.

"Jesus, my cock's so fucking stiff from just looking at you," said
Rod.  "Christ, Ramzilla, you're the hottest thing alive.  And that
huge cock of yours is the biggest I ever seen on a human being.  It's
bigger than a bull elephant's dick.  I'd never fit a cock that size up
my ass in a million years.  You'd rip my ass to kingdom come."

He came up behind Scott and rubbed both his hands his hands sensuously
over the huge glistening muscles of the front of Scott's naked body.
Scott's mighty cock stood proudly to attention like a flagpole out in
front of him.

"Christ, I'm horny," said Rod as he continued to rub his hands
gleefully over Scott's muscles and rub his front over Scott's
massively muscled back.  "I'd do anything to have sex with you.
You're the hottest man I ever met."

He paused.

He rested his chin on Scott's shoulder.  "Can I fuck you please?
You've gotten me stirred up real bad.  It's a real long time since I
got to feel like this about another guy.  I want to fuck you real bad.
You know, it's a real long time since I've come with anyone, but I've
gotten real horny over you."

Scott hesitated.  He was not sure about letting another man up his
arse but he liked Rod and he felt attracted to him.  It might be fun
to be fucked by another man and Rod appeared to have had some
experience.  However, it was a big step.

Rod misinterpreted Scott's hesitation.

"Look," he said.  "I'll give you another five thousand dollars if
you'll let me fuck you.  I think you're absolutely wonderful.  You're
the sexiest guy I ever met.  But if I let you fuck me with that
monster of a great big horse dick of yours, you'd rip my ass apart.  I
could never take something that big up my ass."

Scott felt too bewildered to say anything.

"How about another ten grand?  That's ten thousand dollars.  Then can
I fuck you without a condom?  I'm clean."

Ten thousand dollars plus the two thousand for the photo shoot was an
awful lot of money.  It was more than Scott had earned in the six
months he had been working for his father.

"Er," Scott managed a reply.  "Do you have AIDS or anything like that?
Are you HIV positive?"

"No.  Like I said, I'm clean.  I have to stay clean for my job.  I
assume you're clean.  You don't have any nasty diseases, do you?"

"No," replied Scott simply.

He thought furiously.  He liked Rod and Rod was sexy.  He was very
good looking and he had a nice muscular body.  With his short blond
hair he looked really hot and masculine.  In any case, Scott had the
workout bike stick the huge penis object up his arse before and it had
felt really good.  His cock was still fully stiff as Rod was still
rubbing his hands over his body.  Scott could feel Rod's hard cock
pressed up against the crack between his buttock cheeks.

"How 'bout fifteen grand and I get to fuck you without a condom?"
asked Rod.  "And you get another two grand for the photo shoot."

It was a considerable amount of money that Rod was offering him, a lot
more than he had saved up from his wages.

"Er, OK, then.  I'll do it."  Scott smiled.

"Whew!" exclaimed Rod.  "I thought you were playing hard to get, but I
guess you're worth it.  God, you're wonderful."

Rod took Scott by the hand into the bedroom.  In it was a king size
double bed that was not made up.  It was covered with a rumpled sheet
and blankets lay on the floor.

Rod shucked off his board shorts and kicked them across the floor.  He
wrapped his arms around Scott's huge body and embraced him.  They
kissed.  Scott had never kissed anyone like this before, let alone
another man.  He was diffident at first but soon he was kissing Rod as
passionately as Rod was kissing him.  It felt weird at first to feel
Rod's tongue roaming around his mouth but soon he was enjoying
entwining his tongue with Rod's.

After a while Rod broke the kiss and stood panting in front of Scott.

"Look, Ramzilla," Rod said.  "It's gonna be difficult for me to come,
even inside that perfect huge bubble butt of yours.  I haven't been
able to come for months.  I guess it's because I'm an actor in sexy
gay art films and I had sex with so many people that I lost count long
ago.  Don't worry.  I'm clean, like I told you.  But I've fucked so
many guys and been fucked by so many guys that I guess I must have run
out of cum.  But you're so big and muscly and hot and sexy and
masculine that I reckon I might be able to do it with you one more
time.  I just thought I ought to warn that I might be a long time
coming."

Scott took Rod in his huge arms and kissed him.  "I reckon you can do
it," he said.

Rod kissed him with grateful passion.

Scott did not like to tell Rod that he had never had sex with another
man before and that he was only seventeen years old.  It might look as
though he was wimping out.  Anyway, he felt that the workout bike and
the fun with the dildos would be sufficient preparation for being
fucked by another man.  He had thought of saving himself for Derek but
this seemed too good an opportunity to miss.  He dimly remembered
Hal's admonition but thought stuff it, he was going ahead and doing it
with Rod anyway.

He kissed Rod back eagerly.

They jumped onto the bed.  Rod's cock was already rock hard.  He lay
back and lubed it up with a tube from the bedside table until he was
satisfied that it was nicely slicked up enough.

Scott looked at it as Rod played with his glistening stiff cock.  Rod
told him it was ten inches long.  To Scott it looked big enough, nice
and big and thick.  He did not say anything about having much bigger
objects up his arse.  He grinned.

Rod announced that at first he wanted to do it standing up from
behind.  He got Scott to lean over the end of the bed with his hands
on the bed.  He knelt down behind Scott and ran his drooling tongue
delicately over the pucker of Scott's arsehole.  Scott groaned with
the sheer delight of having his arsehole licked.  Now he understood
what arse-licking was all about.  He had heard the expression many
times before.

Rod was surprised and delighted to discover how perfectly clean
Scott's arsehole was.  There was no shitty taste or smell at all.  He
was going to enjoy this.  The cries of blissful delight coming from
Scott as Rod rasped his tongue over Scott's arsehole spurred Rod on.
His rock hard penis throbbed.

Rod gently worked a finger into Scott's tight arsehole.  It loosened
up a little, enough for Rod to get all his finger in.  It loosened up
even more when Rod found Scott's love nut (prostate gland) and stroked
it.  Scott arched back his head of curly black hair, squirmed and
cried out in delight.  He pushed back against Rod's finger.  Rod could
see that Scott clearly enjoying it.  This guy is one hot buckaroo, he
thought to himself with mounting excitement.

He could feel no lumps of shit inside Scott's arsehole.  It felt quite
clean except there was some creamy substance in there.  Rod speculated
if Scott had cleaned himself out and put some lubricant up into his
arsehole.

He inserted a second finger, then a third while continuing to stroke
Scott's love nut.  Scott continued to writhe and cry out.  His
arsehole loosened up nicely.  He was beside himself with pleasure.

It was time for Rod to insert his penis and pleasure this huge hunky
mountain of rock hard, veined and rippling muscle as well as himself.
Rod was quivering with excitement.  His cock was almost painfully
stiff.  He reached between Scott's legs and briefly stroked Scott's
cock.  That was as hard and stiff as a ramrod.  It was thick, long and
steely hard; it was dripping precum like a leaky tap.

Rod withdrew his fingers and examined them.  There was no trace of
shit on them but they were covered in some pale yellow creamy
substance.  It had some organic smell to it that Rod could not place.
However Rod was not going to worry about it now.  He had this huge
gorgeous muscleman to fuck.  He stood behind Scott ready to go.

Scott felt Rod put his cock head against the entrance to his arsehole.
His anticipation was almost unbearable.  With only a little push Rod
inserted the head of his cock into Scott's anus.  He was in.  He
slowly pushed his cock in further.  Scott stiffened.  It was a curious
sensation feeling the thickness of Rod's cock stretch his anal
sphincters and push its way into his bowels.  It felt really good.

Scott remained bent over the bed while Rod stood behind him and thrust
his penis further up into Scott's anal canal.  He really enjoyed the
feeling of Rod's cock up inside his arse.  It was a nice, thick,
chunky and long cock that filled his arsehole nicely.  It was not
nearly as big as the workout bike's penis object or the dildos he had
been using but it felt nice and comfortable.  There was no pain
whatsoever.

Rod kept on pushing his penis with little thrusts.  Soon Rod's cock
was buried up to the hilt inside Scott's anus.  Rod noted that Scott
was obviously in no discomfort.  In fact he appeared to be enjoying
it.  Scott was indeed.

For about ten seconds Rod kept his penis fully thrust up inside
Scott's magnificently muscled torso appreciating the situation.  He
clasped his hands on Scott's small waist and held on tight.  He
withdrew his cock nearly all the way out until his cock was held in
Scott's arsehole only by the flange of his cock head.  Then he thrust
in again gently.  Scott groaned in delight.  Rod went on thrusting his
cock in and out of Scott's arsehole while Scott writhed and groaned in
delirious pleasure.  Rod increased the vigour of his thrusts and Scott
enjoyed it more.  Precum dribbled from Scott's ramrod stiff cock in a
steady stream.  Rod kept on thrusting his cock with increasing urgency
into Scott's arsehole with long sweeping strokes.  It felt fantastic.
Scott's anus was tight around Rod's cock and the special lubrication
inside Scott's arsehole made it feel marvellous.  Scott really enjoyed
the pounding of Rod's cock against his prostate.  His cries increased
in volume and pitch as the sexual stimulation inside his body
increased in intensity.

The muscles inside Scott's pelvis started to churn.  There was a
terrible tension inside his groin.  Scott stood up straight while Rod
stood behind him and thrust his cock fervently up his arsehole.

Rod was really getting into fucking this huge bear of a muscleman.  He
clung on Scott's massive torso and kept on driving his cock up into
Scott's body as deep as it would go.  Scott was loving it.

Suddenly something exploded deep inside Scott's pelvis from around
Rod's cock thrusting so wonderfully into his body.  Scott gave a great
bellowing cry as long white ropes of semen gushed out of his rock hard
cock across the bed.  He stiffened.  Rod thrust his cock fully into
Scott's massively churning pelvis.  Scott's anal sphincters clamped
down on Rod's cock like a vice so that Rod was quite unable to move.

Scott reared up in the throes of his orgasm as gouts of semen
continued to gush out of his penis.  It was an incredibly intense
orgasm he experienced with Rod's cock rammed up inside him.  Scott was
delirious with orgasmic joy.

He gave a loud cry, went into a spasm and fell over backwards on top
of Rod, who ended up underneath Scott's massively muscled form.

Rod was quite distracted.  He got the giggles when he realised what
had happened.  His cock was clamped inside Scott's anus by the muscle
spasm of the anal sphincters.  Scott's orgasm was coming to an end and
he lay heavily on top of Rod.  He groaned happily as Rod, laughing,
tried to heave Scott's huge body off him.

Scott was happily relaxed and Rod's slackening cock fell out of his
arsehole.  Scott was concerned about Rod being underneath him on the
floor.  He wondered if Rod had been hurt.  Rod, still laughing, kissed
him and extricated himself from underneath Scott.  Scott laughed too.

It was a good thing that Rod was a strong-boned and muscular man,
otherwise he would have been crushed under Scott's great weight.

They hugged each other as they sat on the floor.  They kissed each
other fervently.  Their passions rose.  Rod was desperate to achieve
an orgasm with Scott and Scott was willing to cooperate.

This time Scott lay on his back on the bed.  The sheets under Scott's
back had been sprinkled with his semen but Scott did not mind.  Rod
clambered upon Scott's massive body and rubbed his hands over the huge
thick bulging oil-slicked plates of Scott's pectoral muscles.  He made
Scott put his hands behind his head because he feared being crushed in
an orgasmic embrace by Scott's mighty 28-inch arms.  Scott flexed his
magnificent biceps in a truly spectacular double biceps pose.  It
drove Rod wild.  His cock stiffened rapidly.  He rubbed it against the
mountainous eight-pack of abdominal muscle like cobblestones.  He was
powerfully turned on by Scott's massive muscularity.  Scott's cock was
rock hard and already leaking precum again.  They writhed together
delighting in the feel of their muscular bodies rubbing together.

Rod hoisted Scott's magnificent thighs up into the air and thrust his
penis into Scott's arsehole.  It penetrated easily and Rod thrust it
in as deep as it could go into Scott's torso.  Scott groaned with
delight as it rammed in past his excitable prostate.

"You love this, don't you," commented Rod as he thrust his cock hard
and deep into Scott's arsehole.  "You're a real cock whore.  I love
your man pussy.  It's one fantastic love chute you've got there.  I
love it."

Scott was too busy appreciating the thick hard cock thrusting rapidly
into him and pounding his prostate.  Rod kept on thrusting vigorously.
Scott's anus was so well lubricated that there was little friction.
Rod was overwhelmed by the sheer joy of fucking this huge muscleman.

Rod by this time was lying on top of Scott's body.  He clung hard to
Scott's huge chest.  Scott's enormous hard penis was sandwiched
between them and sliding along the central groove of their conjoined
abdomens.

Rod's penis rammed deep into Scott's bowels.  It felt really good.
Scott's bowels were getting a real workout from the frenetic thrusting
of Rod's cock.

Scott tensed all over.  His huge biceps bulged.  His groin churned and
boiled once more.  Orgasm exploded within him while Rod kept on
thrusting frantically into him.  Scott's spunk gushed out with such
velocity that it squirted up under Rod's chin.  Rod's chest, neck and
jaw were covered with Scott's semen.  Scott's orgasm was huge.

Rod kept on thrusting his cock into Scott as hard as he could.  This
only intensified Scott's orgasm.  His pelvic muscles and anal
sphincters clamped tightly around Rod's cock.  Rod thrust deliriously
into his mighty partner whose muscles bulged hugely.  Scott's arsehole
was deliciously tight around Rod's fat cock.

Rod kept on thrusting his cock energetically into Scott's anus.  To
Scott it felt as if Rod's cock was thrusting into every corner of his
abdomen.  Slam bam.  Rod's cock seemed to fill Scott's pelvis.  It
stimulated Scott to the utmost.  However, his orgasm wound down to an
end.

Rod's body was covered with sweat as he fucked Scott with considerable
vigour.  His cock thrust against Scott's overstimulated hypersensitive
prostate.  Scott was wild with lust.  Another violent orgasm rocked
Scott to the core.  He was in a state of orgasmic delirium.  Rod was
sweating and panting with the effort of fucking his hugely muscled
partner.  He was a fit strong man so he was able to keep up the
effort.  However his orgasm seemed always to be just around the corner
or over the hill.  It was like the end of the rainbow, always just out
of reach.  But Scott was the hottest man that he had ever fucked and
he was determined to enjoy the experience to the full.  Fucking Scott
was wonderful.  He was at the peak of sexual tension.

Scott had several more orgasms while Rod kept on fucking him.  Scott's
semen seemed to flow like a river.  Both their bodies were slick with
his semen.  They were covered in it.

While Rod fucked Scott he would yell out things like "You love it,
don't you, you cunt pig"; "Cunt whore"; "Cunt pig"; "Cock whore" and
so on.  Some part of Scott registered distaste but he was too busy at
time enjoying the fuck.

Scott roared into another huge orgasm like an exploding volcano.
Finally the churning of the muscles inside Scott's pelvis clamped
around Rod's penis was enough to trigger Rod's orgasm.  He thrust his
cock in as deep as it could possibly go inside Scott.  He yelled out
in victory as his hot spunk boiled out of his testicles and squirted
up into Scott's seething bowels.  He clasped Scott's body in ecstatic
release.  He was overcome with sheer orgasmic joy.  It was the first
orgasm he had for a long, long time.  Scott was a wonderful sex
partner.  Rod loved muscles, especially Scott's huge muscles.  Filled
with a golden joy, he rubbed his hands slowly over Scott's huge
rounded masses of pectoral muscles.

Scott lay back with his hands still clasped behind his head.  His blue
eyes looked blearily up at Rod.  His thick massive arms bulged hugely.
Slowly he removed his hands and gently hugged Rod who kissed him
languorously, enjoying every second.  They rubbed their lips
sensuously together while Rod lay utterly sated upon Scott's enormous
body.

It had been a very long time since Rod had such a fantastic orgasm.
It had been well over a year since he last had an orgasm at all and
that was with that really hot young blonde muscleman.  He was growing
tired of faking it for all the gay porn flicks he starred in.  Acting
in porn movies was fast becoming a joyless and tedious experience.
Part of him wished there had been a camera recording the wondrous sex
he just had with Scott.  Most of him was just glad to have Scott all
to himself.

They lay dreamily together as they savoured the sweet golden afterglow
of their glorious sex.  Rod slid off Scott's semen-slicked body and
cuddled up against him.  Scott held him with his huge muscular arm.
In sheer delight Rod ran his hand over the thick masses of muscle that
covered Scott's splendid torso.

While Scott lay there with Rod cuddled up against him, he remembered
with distaste that Rod called him things like cock pig, cock whore,
cunt whore and man pussy.  He thought that while it had been great fun
having sex with Rod, he did not like the thought of any sort of long-
term relationship.  He thought about Derek, who was arriving at
Ringtail Springs the next day.  Guiltily he remembered Hal's
admonition not to have sex with anyone lest he queer things up.  He
hoped that Derek would not mind.  Derek seemed all right.  He felt
Rod's muscular body up against him and remembered the great sex.
However he wanted more than that.

He stirred.  He did not want to spend too much longer here.

"Look, Rod," he said.  "I reckon I'd better get going."

Rod looked at him dreamily.  "God, Ramzilla, you were great.  You gave
me the best fuck I ever had."

"Yeah, thanks, but I'd better get moving.  I've got a fair way to get
home."

Rod kissed him on the lips.  "You live far from here?"

"A fair way.  About an hour's drive."

"It's great we met up.  I figure your folks might be missing you."

"Not yet."

"I guess we better shower before you go.  You're covered in cum.  You
know, you were gushing cum like a geyser.  I never seen anything like
it.  You're one huge hot horny muscle hunk."

They got off the bed and headed into the en-suite bathroom, which was
a built-in part of the verandah next to the bedroom.  It was a narrow
room with a bath down one side and a large shower cubicle at one end.
There was also a toilet and a hand-basin.  It was fairly basic.

Rod turned on the shower and they both got in together.  Scott was
grateful for the warm water splashing on his body.  Scott shampooed
his hair.  Then Rod took great delight in rubbing shower gel all over
Scott's massively muscular body.  With glee he ran his hands over all
the bulges and dips of all Scott's huge hard veiny muscles that
glistened in the wet.  Scott's muscular definition and size were truly
awesome.

He rubbed himself against Scott's body and quickly became very horny
again.  He readily persuaded Scott to allow him to fuck him one more
time.  Scott leant with his hands against the tiled wall of the shower
cubicle while the warm water ran over them both.  Rod came into him
from behind and penetrated him readily.  Scott was able to relax
easily.  With sheer joy Rod fucked Scott again and Scott groaned with
blissful joy.  Scott's hypersensitive prostate was being heavily
stimulated by Rod's cock thrusting rapidly against it.  Scott arched
his back and tensed his huge muscles.  His arsehole was deliciously
tight around Rod's rampaging cock.  The long sweeping strokes of Rod's
cock thrusting into his rectum were driving him wild.

It did not take long before another orgasm exploded deep within
Scott's heaving groin.  Thick hot ropes of semen gushed out of Scott's
huge fat cock and splattered against the tiles.  Scott cried out.  It
was sheer rapture to feel Rod's fat cock ramming into his arsehole
while he was in his orgasmic throes.

The churning muscles inside Scott's pelvis and Scott's heaving orgasm
were enough to trigger Rod's second orgasm.  With sheer joy he rammed
his cock in as far as it could go and squirted his hot spunk deep into
Scott's torso that was sheathed in writhing muscle.  For dear life he
clung rapturously to Scott's body.  Two orgasms in one day!  This was
unbelievable.  It had been a very long time since he was last able to
perform like this.

When Rod's orgasm ceased, he clung happily to Scott's massive body
while the shower played over them both.  Two orgasms!  Two orgasms in
one day!  Rod was very proud of his achievement and blissfully happy.
Scott leant panting against the wall. Rod kissed him tenderly.  Scott
wrapped his huge arms around him and hugged him gently.

Rod separated from him and padded into the bedroom.  He returned with
a thick bright pink butt plug about 15 centimetres (6 inches) long.
It looked like a string of pink spheres melded together.  At the
bottom end there was a flange to stop it disappearing up into the
rectum.  Near the flange end it narrowed.

Rod waved it at Scott.  "Something for you to remember me by," he said
gleefully.

"What is it?" asked Scott.

Rod gaped at him in disbelief then burst out laughing.  He hugged the
huge muscleman then explained what a butt plug was.  Scott consented
to having it inserted up into his anus.

Scott spread his legs and Rod inserted the butt plug into him.  At
first Scott thought it felt peculiar stuck up his arse.  It was like a
lumpy penis permanently resident there now.  He soon got used to it
and liked the sensation of it pressing against his hypersensitive
prostate.  He squirmed and wriggled his pelvis.  He enjoyed the
sensations in his pelvis.  His cock stiffened.

They rinsed themselves off then dried themselves.  Rod could not keep
his hands off Scott.  Scott strutted into the bedroom relishing the
sensations of the butt plug stimulating the sensitive regions inside
his groin, especially his prostate and his anal sphincters.

Rod followed him.  He loved the way the rounded hemispheres of muscle
that made up Scott's perfect bubble butt moved.  This guy was a gift.

Rod got dressed in a pair of white shorts.  Scott tried to put on his
blue Speedos but his huge stiff cock kept on getting in the way.  He
put on his baseball cap and his work boots.  However his cock stuck
out above the waist of his Speedos.

Rod could not resist him one more time.  He pulled Scott's bathers
down over his thighs exposing his cock in its entirety.  He put his
mouth over and sucked on it.  It was far too big to all fit inside his
mouth but Rod gleefully sucked the end, stroking the hard silky shaft
with his hand.  That treatment and the butt plug up his arse were all
too much for Scott.  It was only a couple of minutes before Scott gave
a deep groan and shot his load into Rod's eagerly sucking mouth.  Rod
was surprised how deliciously sweet Scott's semen was.  It tasted like
hot melted ice cream.  Rod zealously sucked every drop out of Scott's
cock.  He loved it.  It was quite a mouthful.

Scott stroked Rod's head and said, "I've got to go."

Rod let go of Scott.  Scott pulled up his Speedos and tucked his
deflating cock back into them.  Rod went over to the bedside table and
took out a thick roll of notes.

"Look, Ramzilla," he said.  "You gave me the best time ever.  Here,
take this."

He counted out two hundred one-hundred-dollar notes and handed them to
Scott, who looked at the money in amazement.  Twenty thousand dollars!
He had never seen so much money in his life.

Rod went on.  "I promised you two grand for the photo shoot and
fifteen grand for the fuck.  And there's three grand for a bonus.
Because you were so absolutely fantastic.  OK?"

Scott looked at the money he was holding in his hand.  "Sure, thanks
very much," he said.  "It just looks so much."

Rod laughed and put his arm around Scott's shoulders.  "I'm almost
finished here.  I'm flying out of here back home stateside in three
days time, on Christmas Day in fact.  It's a bummer, but shit happens.
I leave Sydney on Christmas afternoon and arrive in Los Angeles on
Christmas morning."

Scott looked at him bewildered.  That did not make sense.

Rod laughed again.  "I cross the International Date Line, you see.
It's the day before on the other side of the Date Line.  And it takes
thirteen and a half hours to fly there direct."

"Oh right," said Scott.  He had a dim memory of a geography lesson at
school.

"I just spent three months here in Australia checking out the talent
you got here.  I got a nice fat expense account for the travel
expenses.  So money's no problem.  I've gotten some real good photos
here.  I want to be a photographer when I stop being an actor in porn
flicks.  You know, get on the other side of the camera.  You got some
real hunky guys here in Oz, some real talent.  God, Aussie guys are
sexy!  But, Ramzilla, you're the best I've seen by a long way.  I
never seen such a fantastic body as yours in all my life.  So much
muscle!  And definition!  I never seen definition and muscle bulk like
it!  You're really incredible.  And fucking you was really fucking
fantastic.  You're worth it, every penny.  You're gonna cause a
sensation back stateside."

Scott tried to tuck the money into his bathers but the roll of notes
was too thick.  He kept it in his hand.

They walked outside to where the Pajero was parked.  They kissed one
last time.  Scott climbed into the Pajero and put the roll of money in
the glove box.  He waved as he drove off down the drive towards the
road.

Scott's Pajero went along the gravel drive raising a cloud of dust
that drifted slowly through the trees that lined the drive.

Suddenly Rod remembered that all he knew about Scott was that he was
called Ramzilla.  He did not know his real name and address.  How
would he contact him again?  He took note of the numberplate on the
Pajero, hoping that will help to trace him.  Scott reached the end of
the drive and turned onto the road back into town.

He recognised the four-wheel-drive as a Mitsubishi Pajero.  It looked
almost identical to an older Mitsubishi Montero SUV like the ones he
often saw back home in the United States.  He had a faint memory that
the word Pajero meant something rude.  There was that gorgeous Latino
hunk he had made a porn film with a long time ago.  They had fucked
and sucked each other all the way through the film shoot with gay
abandon.  He had come from Argentina, Rod thought.  That guy had
called some loud-mouthed loser a 'pajero'.  It did not sound like a
compliment.  Rod could not remember whether he had asked him what it
meant.

Scott drove along the road back into Willabalangaloo.  He reached the
main intersection in the town and turned onto the road to Gundagai.
He felt a sense of relief when he accelerated away down the road and
left the town behind him.

Rod waited until the SUV disappeared down the road towards
Willabalangaloo then walked back into the house.

He went into the front room, which he had used as a studio to
photograph Ramzilla.  He flung open the thick red velvet curtains that
covered the big bay window.  The sunlight streamed through the windows
into the room filling it with light.  He rewound the film and opened
the back of the camera still mounted on the tripod.  When he took out
the big fat film canister, he fumbled it and it dropped heavily on the
floor.  With horror he watched as the canister popped open as it hit
the floor, the roll of film flew out and unspooled across the brightly
sunlit floor.

Frantically he gathered up the unrolled film.  However he knew enough
to know that those precious images of Ramzilla were destroyed in the
instant that the sun's rays touched the film.

He sat on the floor and wept bitter tears.  Ramzilla was the most
beautiful and fantastic muscleman that he had seen.  And he, Rod, was
such a klutz that he dropped the film canister with all the images of
Ramzilla on it and now they were destroyed utterly.  He would never be
able to make it as a photographer.  He was too much of a klutz.

He buried his face in the roll of film.  His tears wet the film and
made it stick to his face.

With an effort he unpeeled the film from his face.  It tore and made
his skin sting as he did so.  Weeping with frustration and anguish, he
threw the tangled mess of film in the rubbish bin.  He kicked himself
mentally when he realised that he should have gone after Ramzilla.
His agile sports car would have easily caught up with the lumbering
SUV.  Then he would have had to try and get Ramzilla's proper name and
address from him.  He would have looked a real idiot but he did not
care.  He loved him.

With a start, he realised that he had fallen completely in love with
Ramzilla, that big handsome muscleman who was so hot, horny and sexy.
And Ramzilla really appreciated the sex with him.  Rod had actually
come twice with Ramzilla in less than an hour.  Ramzilla was the
hottest lover he had ever had.  Ramzilla had about half a dozen
orgasms with him.

Rod took a deep breath and fought to control his emotions.  He knew
from bitter experience in his career as a gay actor in porn films that
falling in love with a sex partner was disastrous.  It always left
pain and hard feelings all round.  However, he knew he could never
possibly forget Ramzilla.  He thought again about going after Ramzilla
but he knew that Ramzilla would have been well out of town by now.  He
could have taken one of any number of the roads out of town.  Rod had
no means of knowing which.

Rod sighed and wiped away his tears with the back of his forearm.
Look on the upside, he told himself.  He had spent three months in
Australia checking out a whole lot of gorgeous hunks.  He had spent
quite a long time in Sydney where he had found a wealth of talent.
What really made the city rock was that there were so many really hot
great-looking and muscular men who walked the city streets with their
shirts off.  Rod had a lot of fun in Sydney checking out all those
beautiful well-muscled bodies.  He had managed to persuade many of
them to pose for him.  A lot of these men were willing to pose naked
for his camera, some even with erect penises.  Rod would have been in
heaven if he had been able to have sex with them but he was not
willing to expose the fact that he was unable to reach orgasm.

He had been living with a wealthy gay Sydney lawyer called Simon.  He
had met Simon in San Francisco when Simon had been on trip to the
United States.  Simon had been very caring and generous.  Simon was
not the world's greatest lover but he was easygoing and laid back and
he was very tolerant of Rod's difficulties.  Also Simon owned a
beautiful penthouse apartment at Double Bay overlooking Sydney
Harbour.  Rod did not mind Simon fucking him.  At least he had a top
class pad and dined out at top class Sydney restaurants.  Simon paid
for everything.  He did not have to touch his expense account at all.

Rod had taken many rolls full of photos in Sydney.  However, after
more than two and a half months in Sydney, he thought he had better
see more of Australia before his three month visa expired.  As it was,
he left booking his return flight stateside almost too late.  His
Australian visa expired on Boxing Day and the only flight he could get
home before he overstayed his visa left on Christmas Day.  Bummer!

Today was Saturday.  Tomorrow he had to return to Sydney and spend a
couple of nights with Simon.  Monday he had to get his remaining films
processed.  Most had been done already.  Then on Christmas Day he was
booked to fly home.  Simon insisted on driving him to Sydney Airport
and seeing him off.

Hey, life was not that bad.  It was too bad about Ramzilla.  He would
just have to let him go.  It had been a beautiful few hours.  And
Ramzilla was a beautiful, fantastic guy.  That was it.  He had to let
it go at that.  Twenty thousand Aussie dollars might have been too
generous but it was only just over ten thousand US dollars.  He had
hardly touched his expense account thanks to Simon.  It had only cost
him his arse.

In the Pajero Scott sped along the road to Gundagai.  Ahead of him he
saw thick cumulonimbus clouds piling up over the mountains.  It looks
like a storm brewing, he thought to himself.

He crested a rise and saw the darkness under the clouds ahead of him.
There were frequent flashes of lightning.  The road vanished into the
darkness as it climbed up into the mountains.

The rain started as the road ascended from the plain.  At first it was
just a few spots on the windscreen.  It was hardly worth turning on
the windscreen wipers.  However, the rain quickly increased in
intensity.  Scott soon had to switch the wipers from intermittent to
full speed.

Suddenly Scott could barely see through the windscreen even though he
had the wipers going at full speed.  It was as if someone was playing
a hose on the windscreen as he drove.  Either that or he had driven
into a waterfall by mistake.  He could only just see the road a few
yards ahead.  The rain was extraordinarily heavy.  He had to drive
slowly through the bucketing rain.  Loud peals of thunder crashed
overhead.  Lightning flashed and flickered all around the road ahead
of him.

The rain stopped abruptly as Scott continued driving.  He sped up from
the crawl he was progressing at earlier.  A lighting bolt hit the side
of the road next to the Pajero with a frightening crash.  The
brilliant flash was much brighter than daylight.  It sounded as if an
atomic bomb had exploded near the vehicle.  Scott jumped in fright.
The engine of the four-wheel-drive hiccuped when the electromagnetic
pulse from the lightning bolt addled the electronic engine management
system temporarily.  It recovered.  Scott drove on.  More bolts of
lightning struck the roadside close to the Pajero.  Again the engine
coughed and hiccuped.

Scott was terrified.  He was acutely aware of his anus clamping down
in fear on the butt plug inserted up inside.  The butt plug rubbed up
against his hypersensitive prostate, stimulating it strongly.  He
broke out into a cold sweat as his penis stiffened.

"Oh, God," he prayed trembling with fear.  "Please let me be safe."

He was trembling so much that he had difficulty controlling the
vehicle.  He remembered with horror the sex he had enjoyed with Rod.
Maybe God was angry with him.  Maybe that was why Hal had warned him
off having sex.

"God, I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry," he prayed fervently.  "It just
happened.  I'll never do it again."

What had he been doing?  Was God angry with him for having all that
fun on the workout bike while he was being given huge muscles as well?

"God!  I'm really sorry.  I'll never do it again.  I'll be good.  I
promise."

There was a cannonade of lightning bolts all around the vehicle.  The
crashing barrage of explosions was deafening.  Then abruptly the rain
came pouring down in blinding sheets of water.  It was so heavy that
the wipers at full speed could not cope with the downpour.  Lightning
and thunder continued to flash and crash around his vehicle.  Strong
gusts of wind blew the rain almost horizontally at him and rocked the
four-wheel-drive as Scott drove along.

Scott had the feeling that God was laughing at him.  Or was it Hal?
The thought made him very uncomfortable.

Scott was still trembling.  His heart pounded.  He was aware that his
penis was still stiff.  He felt foolish.  But what was he meant to do?
Yeah, Rod was a mistake.  Scott felt used.  He was acutely conscious
of the twenty thousand dollars sitting in the glove box of the Pajero.
His stiff penis throbbed in his bathers.  His prostate was being
heavily stimulated by the butt plug Rod had inserted up his anus.

He drove slowly through the pelting rain.  It's pissing down, he
thought to himself.  The lightning was now striking less frequently
and further away.  Still the thunder crashed and echoed around him.
It was like being in the middle of an artillery barrage.  The rain
continued with unabated intensity.

The other side of a hill Scott came to a bridge.  So much water was
flooding down the creek that water was running through the bridge
railings a foot (30 cm) deep over the roadway.  Scott drove carefully
through the flowing water.  As he drove, he could see the water
rising.

It was amazing.  Normally in December the creek was dry.  Now the rain
was pouring down in continuous sheets.  The thunderstorm continued.
However, the thunder sounded more distant now.  The wind still blew
gustily.

Scott drove up out the other side.  He followed the road that wound
along the creek that was now a raging torrent.  Where the road crossed
over the creek again, the bridge had completely disappeared under the
rapidly flowing flood of water.  There was no sign of the bridge at
all.  Scott was not going to risk Derek's Pajero by attempting to
drive across.  He would surely be swept away downstream and drowned.

He turned the vehicle around and made his way back through the pouring
rain.  The first bridge that he had crossed had now disappeared under
the raging torrent completely.  Scott estimated that the water had
risen about another ten to twelve feet (3 to 4 metres) in the fifteen
minutes since he had crossed the bridge previously.  Now he was
trapped in between two flooded bridges that were totally impassable.
He hoped that it would not be long before the floodwaters receded.  He
was stuck here until they did.

He did another U-turn and drove along the road until he pulled up at a
spot where the road was near the banks of the roaring waters of the
flooded creek.  At this point the floodwaters were about a hundred
yards (metres) across.  He was out of sight of both bridges.

He switched off the engine and sat in the vehicle.  The wind dropped
away completely but still the rain poured down steadily.  Scott sat
quietly listening to the steady drumming of the rain on the roof of
the Pajero.  It was still heavy.  Scott could also hear the roar of
the torrent of floodwaters raging down the creek.

While Scott sat in the cabin, he became aware again of the butt plug
up his arsehole rubbing against his prostate.  His penis was still
almost fully stiff and bulging in his Speedos.  He rubbed his cock and
it rapidly became fully stiff and erect again.  He wondered if God
thought he had become a sex maniac.  His cock felt hard and
uncomfortable inside his bathers.  The head was poking above the
waistband.  In addition, the butt plug was stimulating his prostate
vigorously.  He squirmed in the driver's seat.  He received a real
jolt to his prostate as the butt plug rubbed against it.  The gland
had become exquisitely sensitive now after the treatments by the
workout bike.  What had he got himself into?  He felt just so
incredibly horny.

It was warm in the cabin of the Pajero.  The windows were misting up.
Scott sweated.  His body felt hot.

He pulled the bathers off over his boots.  He rubbed his cock while
squirming in the seat.  His mighty muscles bulged hugely.  He revelled
in his huge bulging biceps and massive pectorals.  He felt so
incredibly hard and powerful and horny.  The butt plug was driving him
wild with lust.  He rubbed his steely hard cock eagerly.  A powerful
orgasm was building within his groin.

Suddenly he was stopped by the thought that he could not ejaculate his
semen all over the inside of Derek's four-wheel-drive.  Derek would
think that he was a real animal if he did that.  Scott blushed at the
thought.

Scott got out into the rain.  It had lightened off a little.  Scott
was surprised that the rain felt warm on his massive body.  The
baseball cap kept the rain out of his eyes.  His thick heavy work-
boots kept his feet warm and dry.

He was still desperately horny.  He positioned his naked buttocks on
the front fender of the Pajero so that the corner pressed against the
butt plug causing it to rub hard against his prostate.  The warm rain
pelted down on his body.  Runnels of water ran off his shoulders and
down his chest.  Scott rubbed his fiercely stiff cock relishing the
sensations flooding his huge muscular body.  His mighty muscles
bulged.  He felt awesomely and massively strong and potent.  His balls
ached for release.

While he stroked his cock and revelled in his huge muscles in the
pouring rain, he saw that the floodwaters were only about six feet
(two metres) away from his feet.  He idly wondered if his semen could
shoot that far.  It would be fun to get it in the water.  The butt
plug up his arse and pressed against the fender of the Pajero felt
awesomely stimulating.  His whole groin felt hot and congested.  His
wet body glistened in the rain.

Suddenly his groin contracted brutally.  It churned vigorously around
the butt plug pushed up his arse.  His prostate throbbed powerfully.
His massive body tensed up all over.  His glistening wet muscles
bulged hugely.  Scott screamed as his hot semen boiled up from his
balls through his overstimulated and hypersensitive prostate and
squirted out of his penis with a great gush.  The ejaculatory muscles
in his pelvis throbbed painfully as they pumped his semen out of his
stiff penis with such force that the white ropy globs landed in the
floodwaters and were carried away downstream.  His spunk easily made
the six-foot distance to the rushing waters.

The force of his orgasm shook him to the core.  After his spunk had
stopped shooting from his penis, his legs turned to jelly and he slid
down the fender until he was sitting on the wet ground in the pouring
rain.  He gave a great shuddering sigh as his orgasm drew to a close.
He leant back weak and spent against the fender.

After sitting on the gravel by the roadside for a while, his naked
bottom became sore.  The butt plug still pressing up against his
prostate became intensely irritating.  He was starting to hate it
stimulating his prostate continually.  His cock was half stiff again
already.

When he had regained his strength, he got up.  He squatted down and
shat out the butt plug.  He pushed some more and squirted out from his
anus a few white gobs of Rod's semen mixed with some of the pale
yellow unguent balm.

He stood up and threw the butt plug out into the middle of the rapidly
flowing torrent of floodwater.  He watched while the bright pink butt
plug floated quickly away downstream out of sight round the bend.  He
had no regrets.  He did speculate as to where it might end up.

He felt a real sense of freedom when the butt plug disappeared from
view.

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Continued in Part 34.
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