Date: Fri, 3 Nov 2006 18:19:54 +1100 (EST)
From: Wombat <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #35' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc
    Biker ) [ 35 ! ?? ]

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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 9.  Scott Waits.

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Part 35: Waiting for Derek
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Scott kept on thrusting into Cave Bear's arsehole, revelling in the
sensation of Cave Bear's innards pressing tightly on his enormous
penis.  He reached around Cave Bear's heaving torso and grasped his
semen-slicked penis.  It was as stiff as a ramrod and it was slippery.
It felt quite big and thick, probably about 20 cm (eight inches) long.
Scott rubbed his hand up and down the shaft while he kept on thrusting
into Cave Bear.  Cave Bear groaned in ecstasy while Scott held him
firmly with one hand and masturbated him with the other.

Cave Bear gave a deep groan.  His great body tensed and shuddered.
His insides churned and seethed around Scott's thrusting penis.  His
penis pulsed in Scott's hand as it gushed forth semen in thick ropy
white gobs.  Once more Scott roared into orgasm and squirted his spunk
deep into Cave Bear's bowels.  It was ecstatic joy to feel his hot
semen spurting deep into Cave Bear's great big muscular torso and to
feel Cave Bear shuddering with a splendid orgasm.  It was wonderful to
bring such happiness and pleasure to both Cave Bear and himself.
Fucking was huge fun and Cave Bear's arse was extraordinarily tight
and pleasurable.  It was just about as good as the fuck hole in the
workout bike.

When their orgasms were over, they lay quietly alongside each other
once again.  Scott's penis was still huge and stiff up Cave Bear's
anus.  It felt as though it was going to be erect always.

After a while, Scott declared that he had better leave.

He tried to ease his massively stiff ramrod of a penis out of Cave
Bear's arsehole but Cave Bear yelped in pain.  Scott continued his
attempt to withdraw his penis but he had to stop when Cave Bear
screamed.

Scott realised that he was stuck.  His enormous two-foot long thick
erect penis was firmly stuck up Cave Bear's tightly contracted
arsehole.  He could not remove his penis without causing considerable
damage to Cave Bear's insides.  He comprehended that if he used his
massive brute strength to extract his penis, he could kill Cave Bear.
Somehow a loop of Cave Bear's bowel had snagged Scott's huge penis.
In addition, Cave Bear's anal sphincters had locked around the thick
shaft of Scott's penis so tightly that Scott's penis was clamped
almost immovably.

With a sigh Scott lay down against Cave Bear's back again.  He was not
going to be able to go anywhere until somehow his cock could be
persuaded to become limp.  Was that possible?  He would just have to
keep on fucking Cave Bear until his cock went down.  That was not a
problem.  Scott seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of semen.

Once more he thrust his cock deep into Cave Bear's bowels.  In and out
he thrust.  Cave Bear got into the rhythm again.  His cock stiffened
rapidly as Scott continued fucking him.  Scott masturbated him and
brought him to orgasm.  Cave Bear's churning innards once more
triggered a fantastic orgasm in Scott.  Scott really enjoyed thrusting
his enormous penis into Cave Bear's mighty body and feeling it twitch
and shudder as it was shaken by a huge orgasm.

When their orgasmic delights concluded, they lay quietly alongside one
another.  Scott did not attempt to extract his huge stiff penis from
Cave Bear's arsehole again.  Sleep quickly overtook them both.

When Scott awoke, it was light outside Cave Bear's caravan.  The
birds' dawn chorus was in full voice.  Cave Bear was sound asleep and
snoring loudly.

Scott was snuggled up against Cave Bear's great broad back.  His huge
arms were wrapped tenderly around Cave Bear's thickly muscled torso.
His enormous penis was as stiff as a ramrod thrust up Cave Bear's
arsehole.

The sun had not yet risen.  Scott had no idea what the time was. No
clock was visible inside the caravan.

With a sense of unease he realised that this was the day on which
Derek was arriving home.  He tried easing his enormous stiff penis out
from Cave Bear's arsehole which was still tight around the shaft.

Cave Bear awoke with a start.

"Ow!  You're hurting me," he cried.

Scott stopped trying to remove his huge penis.

"You know, Cave Bear, I'm going to have to fuck you a few times if I'm
going to get this fucking huge cock of mine to go down," Scott
laughed.

"Goodie!" exclaimed Cave Bear gleefully.

"I hope my cock does go down, otherwise we're going to be stuck
together forever."

Cave Bear giggled at the prospect.  It filled Scott with dread.

"You know, Scottie," said Cave Bear.  "I love it when you fuck me.
You fill me up inside real good."

He turned around and looked at Scott with a great big wide happy grin.

Scott hugged him.

Cave Bear continued.  "There used to be this real nice man who used to
fuck me lots when I was a kid.  It was real nice but the police took
him away and put him in jail.  This lady said I mustn't let men fuck
me 'cos it's real bad.  But it was real nice.  I cried lots when he
got taken away and put in jail.  I liked having his cock up my bum.
He loved me.  He told me so.  It's a long time since anyone's fucked
me, not counting Jack the donkey."

Scott started thrusting his stiff penis rhythmically up into Cave
Bear's muscular arse.  Cave Bear arched his back and groaned in
delight.  Scott kept his huge arms wrapped around Cave Bear's torso
and ran his hands over Cave Bear's front.  He revelled in the thick
muscles of Cave Bear's chest and belly.

Cave Bear's cock stiffened rapidly into a respectable size.  His
pleasure intensified when Scott wrapped his hand around his cock and
masturbated him.  Cave Bear was in raptures with Scott's massive cock
thrusting up energetically into his bowels, Scott's hand stroking his
cock and the feel of Scott's enormous thick strong arms and body
wrapped around his own.  It was like being a teenage boy again and
being fucked by the man who used to love him before.

Cave Bear roared into orgasm.  His insides churning around Scott's
penis were quite enough to trigger an orgasm for Scott.  Scott clasped
Cave Bear's great body tightly while they both shuddered with orgasmic
delight.

When the orgasms ceased, they lay quietly together with Scott's
massively muscled chest and belly pressed against Cave Bear's back.
Scott's cock was still stiff.  He could not extract it from Cave
Bear's arsehole yet.  Cave Bear lay against Scott with a blissful
smile on his face.

"That's the best fuck I ever had," said Cave Bear dreamily.  "I love
you, Scottie.  You're so big and strong.  I love your huge big mighty
muscles.  I love you so much."

Scott sighed.  He did not want to hear that.  He affectionately
nuzzled the back of Cave Bear's thick muscular neck wondering what to
say.  He felt very uncomfortable about telling Cave Bear he loved him.
That would be a complete lie.  And poor old Cave Bear was dumb.  Let's
face it, he thought, Cave Bear is as thick as two short planks.

He thrust his cock up into Cave Bear's torso once more.  Cave Bear
groaned and moaned in joyous delight.  Scott thrust his cock up into
Cave Bear with vigour.  It was fun fucking Cave Bear.  There was no
denying that.  Cave Bear's arsehole was a sweet tight fuck hole
wrapped around his rampaging hot cock.  It felt wonderful.

Cave Bear's stiff cock felt hot in his hand as he stroked it up and
down.  Suddenly it jerked in a spasm as Cave Bear moaned deeply with
another orgasm.  He was in complete bliss.  Scott felt really aroused
by the fact that Cave Bear was turned on so strongly by him.  He was
really hot and horny.  Cave Bear's churning innards was enough to spur
Scott once more into orgasm.  He thrust his huge cock up into Cave
Bear's anus as far as it could go.  It was sheer delight to squirt his
boiling hot semen deep into Cave Bear's bowels.

They lay quietly together once it had finished.  It was fun.  Cave
Bear was in a state of sheer bliss.  Scott's cock was still stiff.

Scott fucked Cave Bear once more into a state of orgasmic bliss.  Cave
Bear was overwhelmed with love and gratitude.  He declared his undying
love for Scott, much to Scott's embarrassment.

Scott thought of what Derek would say.  Derek was coming home today.
How would Derek take it if he knew?  What would he say if Scott turned
up with Cave Bear tagging along?  He felt anxious as these thoughts
whirled through his mind.  His cock slackened and went limp.

Seizing the opportunity, he eased his massive cock out from Cave
Bear's anus.  Cave Bear whimpered with disappointment.  He had loved
having Scott's huge great penis up his arse all night.  Now he felt
incomplete and hollow.

Scott looked at his cock.  It was like a great fat limp uncooked
sausage and it was streaked with shit, Cave Bear's shit.  Scott
shuddered with revulsion.

"Scottie, don't leave me," whined Cave Bear.

Scott got up from the bed.  Cave Bear started to get up too.  There
was a horrid squelching farting sound as a foul smelling mixture of
shit and semen squirted out of Cave Bear's anus all over the sheets.
Scott was amazed at the volume that issued forth.  He fought down his
nausea.

"I got to go," said Scott.

"Please don't go," whined Cave Bear.  "I'm so empty without you.  I
need you, Scottie.  I love you, Scottie."

Scott looked down at his own shit-streaked cock.  It hung down between
his huge thick legs like a fat horse dick.  He wanted to be out of
here urgently.

Scott opened the door and went out of the caravan.  The sun had just
risen.  The world smelt fresh and clean after the foetid squalor of
Cave Bear's caravan.

He turned on the tap and squirted the shit off his penis.  It
stiffened under the stimulation of the high pressure of the water.  He
made sure every speck of Cave Bear's shit was hosed from his cock.  It
was agony when he squirted under his foreskin.  His cock head tingled
as with an electric shock as the cold water hit it under pressure.
However, Scott made sure there was no trace of shit under his
foreskin.

"Are you going?" asked Cave Bear plaintively.

"'Fraid so."

"Will you come back?  I love you, Scottie.  I love you so much."  Cave
Bear's whining voice grated on Scott's nerves.  It sounded stupid
coming from such a big man.

"Maybe," said Scott brutally.  He hated this.

He climbed into the Pajero.  Thankfully it started straight away.  He
gave a brief wave to Cave Bear as he accelerated away.  In the rear
view mirror he could see the huge man standing naked and forlorn as he
waved pathetically alongside his caravan.

Scott drove quickly along the road towards the exit from the caravan
park.  He heaved a sigh of relief to have finally got away.  Having
his stiff cock stuck up Cave Bear's anus was a nightmarish prospect.

He drove past the inert forms of the people lying around the ashen
remains of a campfire.  They had been celebrating Christmas the night
before when he had driven in with Cave Bear.

Suddenly he saw in his path a little girl standing in his way in the
middle of the road.  She had long straggly blonde hair and was wearing
a thin sleeveless cotton dress.  She stood as if hypnotised sucking
her thumb.  She looked to be about three to four years old.

Scott slammed on the brakes and swerved around her.  Thankfully he
missed her.  A craggy-faced woman appeared and swept up the child into
her arms.  She hurled a stream of vile language at Scott as he
accelerated away.

Fucking trailer trash, he thought angrily to himself.

Once out of the caravan park, he headed towards home with relief.

He drove along a back street of Ringtail Springs.  The early morning
sun slanted across the street illuminating the brilliant purple
flowers of the jacaranda trees.  He was naked.  His huge cock draped
over the steering wheel.  It was too stiff to go completely down, but
not stiff enough to stand upright in his face.  He was hoping like
hell that he saw no one else.  He could not afford to have another
entanglement like with Cave Bear.

Reaching home without incident, he drove up the driveway to the garage
at the back of the house.  He fumbled around in the glove box for the
garage keys that were attached to the keys of his Ford ute.  The
$20,000 that Rod had given him was still safely in there.  After
carefully scanning the street and ascertaining that nobody was in
sight, he eased his gigantic form out of the Pajero, unlocked the
garage door and flung up the roller door with considerably more vigour
than he intended.  It hit the top with a loud bang.  The whole garage
rattled and shook.  The door felt incredibly light as if it were made
of paper.  Scott realised that he was massively strong, much stronger
than before.  He would have to be careful with his enormous strength.

He drove the four-wheel-drive into the garage and parked it in the
space where his utility was normally kept.  He then carefully closed
the garage door.  There appeared to be no damage done.

OK.  He was enormously strong.  He ran his hands over his massive
body.  His huge muscles felt good.  He felt tremendously powerful and
potent.  He felt strong enough to lift a motor vehicle.

His eyes lit upon his brother Matt's bright yellow Holden utility.  It
had a V8 motor and weighed a little over a ton.  It had a solid
chromed steel bull bar at the front, which would give Scott plenty of
purchase.

He found some thick leather work gloves and put them on.

He gripped the bright chromed bars of the bull bar and heaved.  The
front of the ute lifted but the wheels did not leave the floor.  It
was heavier that he expected.  He put more effort into his next lift
and this time he lifted the front of the ute up into the air.  His
huge biceps bulged massively.  He felt good.  He felt massively
powerful.  He lifted the front up further and worked his way
underneath the vehicle, taking care to place his hands on the strong
cross members.  The pressure on his hands was considerable.

He worked his way back towards the centre of gravity of the ute until
he felt the rear wheels lift from the ground.  He moved his hands
until he was holding the utility horizontally over his head.

It was a proud moment for him.  He felt incredibly strong and
powerful.  He was actually able to lift a motor vehicle all by
himself.  However, his hands and wrists were hurting under the strain.

Having satisfied himself he could do it, he put Matt's ute gently back
down on the floor again.

He thought about his father's Toyota trucks but decided against them.
There was too much loose stuff in the trays, which may make the
vehicles unstable.  He would never live it down if he dropped one of
the trucks.

He decided to try lifting Derek's Pajero.  With a considerable effort
he lifted up the front of the four-wheel-drive until it was canted in
the air over his head.  It was quite a bit heavier than Matt's
utility.  He worked his way backwards keeping his gloved hands on the
chassis members.  However, when he was near the centre of gravity, he
could not quite muster enough grunt to lift the rear wheels off the
ground.  Try as he might, the rear wheels stubbornly refused to leave
the ground.  The two-ton bulk of the Pajero was just too much for him
to lift.  Besides, his hands and wrists were hurting a lot under the
strain.

Regretfully, he put the Pajero down again.  Never mind.  At least he
was strong enough to lift Matt's utility.  He decided against trying
to lift the old Honda Civic station wagon that they all learnt to
drive on.  He knew from experience that the bumper bars crumpled
easily.  They certainly would not take the weight if he tried to lift
it.

He was truly massive and he revelled in it.  But he had no idea how
much he weighed.  He removed his gloves and strutted over to the
scales his father used.  He stood on them and the needle whizzed
around the dial until it stopped with a clunk at just over 250
kilograms.  He clearly weighed more than that.  250 kilograms is 550
pounds.

He remembered the old balance scales in the corner of the garage.  His
grandfather had bought them many years ago.  His father seldom used
them nowadays as they were calibrated in the old imperial system and
his father used the metric system entirely in his plumbing business.

The old scales clanked when Scott stood on the weighing platform.  He
picked up a balance weight equivalent to five hundredweight from the
shelf where they were kept and hefted it.  It was made of solid iron
and weighed probably about 20 to 30 pounds.  He placed the weight on
the balance pan.  Five hundredweights was not enough.  He put on an
extra one-hundredweight weight.  Six hundredweights was a little too
much.  He replaced the one-hundredweight weight with two quarters then
added another quarter.  That was still not enough.  He moved the
sliding balance weight along the balance arm until the end moved clear
of the stops.  The pointer on the weight showed 22 pounds.

Scott weighed five hundredweight, three quarters and 22 pounds.  He
stepped off the scales and looked at the old chart written out in a
boyish hand.  It had made been by his father many years ago when he
was a boy.  The chart even had his father's name and the date on it -
Maxwell Reeves, 1961.  It was pinned up on a wooden beam behind the
scales.  He used a notepad left on the bench to add up his weight.
One hundredweight was 112 pounds.  Five hundredweights was 560 pounds.
One quarter was 28 pounds.  Three quarters came to 84 pounds.  560
plus 84 plus 22 came to 666 pounds.

666 pounds!  A chill ran over Scott.  He remembered the thunderous
sermon from the parson several months ago.  666 was the number of the
beast in the Book of Revelation in the Bible.  Goose bumps appeared on
his skin.  What the hell had he got himself into?

He told himself he was being silly.  He calculated his weight in
kilograms.  That came to 303 kilograms.  Was there anything especially
holy about pounds?  Surely not!  It was just a coincidence.  303
kilograms sounded a lot better.  It sounded impressive.

He looked out of the garage and saw that no one was in sight to see
him in his nakedness.  He strutted heavily across to the house and let
himself in the back door.  He was huge and he revelled in his size.

He walked, no, waddled into the kitchen.  Something seemed to be not
right.  He checked the big AGA slow combustion stove and it felt stone
cold; it had gone out.

He felt guilty about letting down the family.  Somehow the stove had
come to symbolise the family.  It had been Scott's job for some time
to keep the stove supplied with wood.  He felt that he had failed.

The AGA also heated up the hot water for the house.  In the winter the
stove was necessary to heat the hot water.  It did not matter now that
it was summer time because the solar hot water panels Max had
installed on the roof were able to carry the load.

Scott felt irritated with himself.  He gave the ash pan the customary
heave to remove it.  So great was his strength that the ash pan flew
out from the stove across the kitchen and bounced off the cupboards
opposite.  Ash was scattered all over the place.  Scott was covered in
it.

His strength was amazing.  Normally it took a good strong tug to slide
the ash pan out from the stove.  But this time it flew across the
kitchen.  What a mess!  Scott fought down his rising temper as he
realised that he had to clean it up and soon because Derek was coming
back this afternoon.

Scott gingerly got out the vacuum cleaner.  He switched it on and
gently vacuumed up the mess.  He was so strong that he was afraid of
breaking the vacuum cleaner.

He finished cleaning up the kitchen without incident and put the
vacuum cleaner away.

He strolled naked and covered in ash down the hallway to his bathroom.
It was with relief that he got in under the hot shower and washed off
not just the ash but the sweat and semen from his encounter with Cave
Bear.  The solar panels that his father had installed had done the job
well and the water was nice and hot.

He revelled in the hot water playing on his huge massive body.  It
felt good.  He paid particular attention to cleaning his penis.  He
made sure that every skerrick of Cave Bear's shit was washed from it.
Satisfied, he revelled in the hot water playing on his mighty muscles.
Delighted, he ran his hands over the huge mounds and slabs of muscle
that covered his body.

303 kilos he weighed.  303 kilograms of solid muscle.  He was huge and
he revelled in his hugeness.  303.  303 was the calibre of the old
rifle for hunting kangaroos that his father had inherited from his
father.  It sounded good.  He dimly remembered something about Rule
303, the law of the gun.  It was something one of his brothers had
told him.  It sounded a lot better than 666 pounds.

Satisfied that he was clean, he got out of the shower.  It was full
daylight outside.  Sunlight was coming in through the crinkle glass of
the bathroom window.

He waddled into his bedroom and searched for something to wear.  None
of his clothes fitted him any more.  He had grown to an enormous size.
303 kilos of solid muscle and he had nothing to wear.  He searched
through his drawers and cupboards but found nothing that would fit
him.  Not even his baggy tracksuits fitted him; they were far too
tight now to get on.  His underpants would have fitted his waist but
there was no way that he could pull them on over his gigantic thighs.

In the bottom of the wardrobe he found the ugly batik sarong that his
Aunt Rosalind had bestowed upon him one Christmas after one of her
trips to Bali with her husband.  It had lain there for years where
Scott had thrown it in disgust.  He had been fourteen at the time.

He held it up and looked at it.  The main colour was tan and it was
decorated with black and white figures of Balinese dancers.  Up to now
Scott had refused to wear it.  But he had to wear this thing or
nothing at all.  He was not prepared for nakedness outside yet.

He wrapped it around his middle and tucked it into his waist.  At
least it stayed in place and covered his nakedness.  He was glad that
the rest of the family was away.  He would have hated any of them to
see him wearing this stupid bloody sarong.

Scott's next task was to light the stove again.  He went outside to
the wood heap.  When he fetched the axe from the shed, he heard the
fowls clucking hopefully in the chook house next door.

Shit!  He had forgotten about the chooks completely.  He checked the
water trough and it was full of water.  The trough had a ballcock
connected to the mains and was always kept full of water.  The feed
tray was an ingenious construction fabricated by Max and Robbie.  The
chicken feed was put in a large bin and it flowed under gravity down
through a pipe to the feed trough.  As long as the feed bin had feed
in it, the feed trough stayed full.  There was always food and water.

The chooks clustered along the fence of the fowl yard clucking
expectantly.  Unfortunately, Scott had no kitchen scraps for them.
They were not the least bit concerned by the fact he was carrying the
axe.  He put the axe down and checked the nesting boxes.  In them he
found ten eggs.  He laughed.  He had a metric dozen.  He gathered then
up and placed them in a shady spot under the tree near the woodheap.

He picked up the axe and set to work chopping up the firewood for the
stove.  With his massive strength and the razor sharp axe, the wood
cleaved easily.  The sarong kept slipping off though.  After several
attempts to tie it on more permanently, he gave up and cast it aside.
He finished off chopping the wood naked.  His hugely muscled body
glistened in the morning sunlight.  He thought if anyone saw him, they
would get a real thrill.  There was a high fence around the back so no
one was able to see him.

He threw the wood into the wheelbarrow, gathered up the eggs in the
sarong and waddled down to the house with his light burden.

He washed the shit and feathers off the eggs in the kitchen sink and
put them in the refrigerator.  He dumped the barrow load of firewood
in the woodshed next to the kitchen door and relished the strong
eucalyptus smell of the freshly split redgum wood.  He lumped an
armful of wood into the kitchen and dumped it into the wood box next
to the stove.  It took a while before he had the AGA stove fully
alight and heating again.  It always did take a while when it was
cold.

He returned the wheelbarrow to the woodheap and axe to the shed.
Again the chooks clustered hopefully at the fence when Scott
approached.  He took pity on them and pulled up some milkweed growing
near the garden shed.  The chooks leaped onto the greens and pecked at
them eagerly.

The swimming pool looked inviting from where Scott stood.  He was
stark naked.  He ran down to the pool and dived in with a tremendous
splash.  He sank straight to the bottom.  He expected this and he was
not worried.  He swam along the bottom of the pool to the shallow end
where he was forced to come up for air.  He amused himself by swimming
underwater down to the deep end then returning to the shallow end
where he could stand up to breathe.

After a while he got bored with being a bottom crawler and clambered
heavily out of the pool.  He remembered that he had left the money
that Rod had given him in the glove box of the Pajero.  He crossed
over to the garage after looking down the driveway to make sure that
nobody could see him.  Inside the four-wheel-drive he counted out the
money on the front seat, two hundred one hundred dollar notes.  The
$20,000 was still all there.  He gathered it all up into a fat wad of
notes and took it back to the house.

In his bedroom he placed the wad of money in the secret compartment
behind one of the drawers of his desk.  He felt that the money was
safe there until he could decide what to do with it.  He had never
seen so much money before in his life and he had no idea what to do
with it.

He wandered down the hallway towards the kitchen.  He revelled in his
mighty body that was completely naked.  It was wonderful to feel all
his huge muscles.  He was huge.  Somehow he felt too huge.  He could
not fit into his old Ford utility any more.  If people saw him, their
eyes would pop.  Cave Bear loved Scott's massive size.  He did not
count because he was retarded.  Everyone else would think he was a
freak.  Did he like being a freak?

In the kitchen he checked the stove.  It was burning nicely now.  It
felt warm.  He closed the air vents and put it into slow combustion
mode.  The firewood would last until tomorrow.  The fire would burn
forever if he remembered to stoke it at least once a day.

The morning sunlight shone in through the kitchen windows.
Reflections shone off the shiny kitchen bench tops.  Scott thought
about breakfast.  He was not hungry at all.  There was enough 'yolk'
injected into his abdomen the previous night to fuel his massive body
for several days.  He did not need to eat until then.

Scott saw the answering machine on the kitchen bench.  Its red light
was flashing, indicating that there was a message.  He saw that there
were two messages waiting.  The first was left by his mother the
previous evening ringing from his Uncle David's house in Tenterfield.
She reminded him to go to the Carol Night being held in Main Street.
Bit late now, thought Scott.  He went and shagged Cave Bear instead.
He shuddered at the thought, particularly when his penis got stuck up
Cave Bear's arse.  He did not know what came over him.  He must have
been desperate.

He rang Uncle David's number but all he got was the message on his
answering machine saying that the family had gone to church and please
leave a message and if it was an emergency please ring the local
hospital.  Uncle David was the local doctor.

Scott left a message saying that he was fine and he had been out that
night.

The second message was from Derek.

"Good day, mate," came Derek's voice from the machine.  "I thought I'd
try and catch you at home.  I'm camped on a sand hill outside of Hay.
I'm a fair way from the main road so I can't hear the trucks.  It's
really quiet here.  I'm riding my bike across from Adelaide and I just
got sick of being dazzled by the headlights on the Sturt Highway.  So
here I am, lying on my back ringing you on my mobile and staring up at
this beautiful starry sky.  I can see the Milky Way in all its glory.
It's fantastic.  The sky is just so full of stars.  It's like this in
the Flinders Ranges.  It's really beautiful.  It's amazing when you
think about it.  This show is put on every night except when it's
clouded over.  The patterns of stars change with the seasons.  It's an
eternal rhythm.  You know, when I was at Ringtail, I forgot to look at
the stars, like I did when I was living in Sydney.  But you can't see
them very well in the city.  Not like here.  When you're feeling down,
just go outside and look at the stars.  We'll be going out there to
the stars, mate.  We will."

"Anyway, I'll be heading off through Hay tomorrow morning.  I reckon
I'll hit Ringtail some time between one and two o'clock tomorrow
afternoon.  See you then, mate.  Don't bother about ringing back."

Scott felt a wave of guilt wash over him.  What was he going to tell
Derek about Rod and Cave Bear?  How would Derek take it?  Derek
sounded so cheerful on the phone.

Scott felt grubby, awful and disconsolate.  His huge body seemed to be
getting him into trouble.  He did not know what to do.

Scott waddled into the gym, moving his enormous thighs around one
another as he walked.  Morning sunlight filled the room from the floor
to ceiling windows.  Plate glass mirrors covered the three remaining
walls.  The room was ablaze with sunlight.

He posed in front of the mirrors.  His huge body was reflected in all
three of the mirrors.  He appreciated the vast size of his mighty
bulging muscles.  He could barely see over his gigantic pectoral
muscles.  He was truly massive.  He was as big as in his wildest
dreams stoked by the pictures of artists such as 'N' and 'HSMusclboy'.
But people would stare at him.  Their eyes would pop with amazement.
He flexed his tremendous arms and saw his biceps peak into great
mountains of muscle.  47 inches they measured.  They were stunning.
But what would his parents think?  What would they say when they came
home and saw him like this?  Would they freak out?  Scott was sure
that his mother would.  Maybe his father and his grandmother would be
scared of him.  What the hell was he going to do?  And he had nothing
to wear except that silly sarong.  He was far too big for all his
other clothes, even his underpants and bathers.

He found a barbell and placed 495 kilograms (1089 pounds) of weights
on it.  That was 10 45-kilogram and 2 22.5-kilogram weights.  It was
much heavier than his father or either his elder brothers could lift.

He lifted it easily with both arms.  His biceps bulged hugely.  The
weights made the barbell flex down at each end.

He found he could lift the barbell with one arm.  He tried lifting it
with each arm in turn and succeeded.  Both arms were equally strong.
However, the strain made his hands and wrists hurt.  He realised that
he would not be able to do this too often.

He tried to find enough weights to bring the total up to 1000
kilograms, one metric ton, but there were not enough weights in the
gym.

Scott became bored and irritable.  He started to appreciate that his
huge body was going to have problems.  He most definitely was not
normal.  He did not particularly want to be just normal and boring,
but this new body was too much.  Also, he was apprehensive about
seeing Derek again.  But, maybe, Derek would understand.  He hoped
that Derek would be OK.

He went to his bedroom and wrapped the sarong around himself again.
He put on his baseball cap and a pair of runners.

He drove the Pajero through the back streets of Ringtail Springs to
Derek's garage on Valley Road.  Nobody saw him.  It was the Sunday
before Christmas.  Scott could hear church bells ringing out across
the town.

When he reached Valley road, he opened up the garage door and parked
the four-wheel-drive inside.  He closed the door and climbed with
great difficulty sideways up the stairs.  His muscular thighs were so
thick that they were a nuisance.  He could not move them past one
another on the staircase.

In the secret room he saw that the workout bike's standby light was
on.  He removed his sarong.  With some difficulty he heaved his
massive bulk onto the machine and put the helmet on over his head.

He asked Alfred if he could help him lose some of his bulk.  Alfred
replied that he did not know how to do that.  Bloody machine, thought
Scott and removed the helmet.  He slid down off the workout bike
disconsolately.  He felt huge and awkward.

His spirits lifted a little when he went into the large airy loft
where Derek slept.  Sunlight streamed in through the large windows
making patterns on the polished wooden floor.

He waddled clumsily around the loft.  He had no idea what to do until
Derek arrived.  He stretched out on the bed, which creaked under his
weight.  It was very comfortable.

He lay on the black bed cover looking up at the reflection of his huge
naked body in the overhead mirror.  He clasped his hands behind his
head and watched his enormous biceps bulge like mountains.  He was
monstrously muscular.  He was indeed a muscle freak.  He wondered what
Rod would think of him now.  Yesterday Rod had said he was mightiest,
most incredible fucking muscle freak in all the world.  Now he was
much bigger.  Yes.  He was a real muscle monster, a massive muscle
freak.

Somehow, though, he did not have in himself to have another orgasm.
His huge muscles were great but he felt flat, tired and bored.

He snuggled into the pile of the soft black pillows heaped against the
bedhead.  He felt nice and comfortable.  It was warm and cosy in the
loft.  Outside, the cicadas were buzzing noisily in the trees of the
forest surrounding the garage and hotel.

His eyes felt heavy.  He had not slept much the previous night with
Cave Bear.  He closed his eyes.

Suddenly Scott was aware that the light in the loft had changed.  His
eyes flew open.  The patterns of sunlight on the floor had moved.  He
looked at Derek's bedside digital clock.  It showed that it was well
after one o'clock.  He realised that he had been asleep for more than
four hours.

He stretched and got out of bed.  He found his boots and cap and that
stupid sarong in the secret room and put them on.  He thought he had
better make himself decent for Derek, who would arrive home soon.

He slowly descended sideways down the stairs into the garage.  When he
was near the bottom, he heard the roar of a big motorbike outside on
Valley Road.  He almost fell off the last step in his haste to get
outside.  He heard more motorcycles going past.  It sounded like there
was a gang of motorcyclists passing.  He quickly pulled open the door
and waddled out of the garage as fast he could.  He missed the last
bike roaring up the road past the hotel.  He went around the corner of
the garage and looked towards the road.  His sarong was falling off.
It was a struggle to keep it on.  He was just in time to see a big
white 7-series BMW sedan cruise quietly past.  In it sat four blonde
women.  The woman who was driving was pointing at the old hotel.  One
of the rear passengers looked at him as the car passed.  Scott was
barely decent with his sarong falling off his hips.  He blushed.  The
BMW disappeared up the road.  Three more big 7-series BMW sedans
cruised past followed by five 5-series BMWs.  Each car was full of
women.  He managed to tuck the sarong in so that it would not fall
down.

Heavy and sweaty, Scott returned to the garage.  Inside, the two
vehicles were parked side by side.  He patted his old Ford utility.
He felt a twinge of sadness that he was too big to drive it now.  Once
again he tried to get into the cab but he could not fit in past the
steering wheel.  He had had a lot of fun in his utility and he felt
regret now.  It was like the time when he outgrew his pedal car when
he was eight years old.

He explored around the garage.  He saw the old machinery left over
from the days as an engineering shop.  There were things like drill
presses, lathes and bandsaws.  None had been used for several years.

Scott saw a metal bar between two uprights above his head.  He reached
up to do a chin-up on the bar.  His enormous 47" (120-cm.) biceps
bulged magnificently as they hauled his great bulk up into the air.
He succeeded in doing the chin-up.  However the bar sagged under his
weight and the whole building creaked, groaned and rattled.  Scott
decided against a repetition.

He returned outside the garage.  It was hot.  In the forest the
cicadas were in full voice.  The air was thick with their buzz.
Everything else was silent in the summer heat of the December noonday
sun.

Scott grabbed a heavy metal chair from inside the garage and sat down
on the concrete apron in the shade of the doorway.  He perspired in
the heat.  A faint hot breeze blew.

As he sat, his hand was in his lap feeling the huge thick lump of meat
that was his penis.  He played with it through the thin material of
his sarong.  It quickly stiffened.  The mighty erection was very
uncomfortable inside the sarong so Scott untucked the sarong and
exposed his enormous penis to the air.

The hard flesh felt good in his hands.  He enjoyed rubbing it and
feeling the long fat shaft stiffen even further.  It was as hard as a
rock.  His huge arms bulged with thick hard veined muscle.  He tensed
his massive chiselled torso and it bulged with muscle all over.  He
felt hot and horny.  He loved his huge hard muscles and his huge hard
cock.  He felt tremendously masculine and potent.

He realised that his huge erection prevented him from putting the
sarong back on.  He thought of Derek returning but the thought of
Derek's big hot muscular body made him hotter and hornier than ever.
Derek was terribly sexy.  Scott groaned with the sexual tension.  His
balls ached.  Precum dribbled from the orifice of his penis.

He realised that he should not leave his semen splattered all over the
concrete apron.  He picked up the chair with the sarong draped over it
and carted it over to the shade of a nearby gumtree.  The mighty long
stiff club of meat that was his penis waved in his face.  The cock
head and shaft were slick with precum.  He put the chair down on the
ground that was covered in dead gum leaves from the tree above him

He sat down and rubbed his hands over his huge rock hard cock.  The
end was in his face so he licked his cock head around the orifice.
Tingles ran up and down his penis and all over his body.  He continued
rubbing his shaft with his hands.  His precum turned milky.

Scott continued masturbating.  The ache in his balls and groin
intensified.  He felt his climax building.  His massive body tensed
up.  His huge muscles were rock hard all over.  They bulged mightily.
Scott felt at the peak of hyper-masculine potency.

Suddenly something deep inside his groin contracted then exploded.  He
quickly angled his penile cannon away from himself.  Hot semen boiled
up out of his groin and squirted out of his mighty penis in thick
white ropes that flew in arcs to the leaf covered ground.  He cried
out in the intensity of his orgasm as hot gouts of semen continued
gushing from his cock.  It went on and on.

When his orgasm finally subsided, he slumped back in his chair.  His
gigantic muscles bulged.  His enormous penis was still as stiff as
ever.  He kept thinking about Derek.  He could not help it.  His cock
seemed locked into a permanent erection again.  It would not go down.
It was like a thick hard baseball bat jutting out from his groin.

Meat ants appeared and started gathering around the gobs of his spunk
sprinkled on the ground.  He watched the one-centimetre (0.4") long
ants scurrying around on the ground and supping on his semen.

He sat naked except for his boots and baseball cap on the sarong-
draped chair.  His penis was still huge, thick and stiff.  It dribbled
precum.

His balls felt full and achy.  He played with them idly.  His scrotum
was loose in the heat.  His balls felt like large fat heavy eggs.
Both were about 20 centimetres (8 inches) long.

More meat ants gathered around the splashes of his semen on the earth.
They drank greedily.  Scott could see their abdomens swelling as they
filled with his semen.

His prostate felt achy and itchy.  It needed scratching.

Scott waited.


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End of Chapter 4.

To be continued in Chapter 5.
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