Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2007 23:44:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Wombat <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #40' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc
    Biker ) [ 40 ! ?? ]

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 5 part 5.

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Part 40: Port Germein.
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One fine hot summer afternoon Derek and Fox went for a ride on their
motorbikes.  They took the back road from the Community to Port
Germein, which is on Spencer Gulf not far from Port Pirie.  The two
Roadknights had great fun speeding on their bikes down along the
twisting winding road through Port Germein Gorge.  Fox had mastered
easily the art of riding a motorcycle.  One concept he had mastered
was that of 'superstick'.  He made his bike tyres have infinite
friction.  They could not slip.  His bike swept around corners as if
it were on rails. The road followed the course of the creek that ran
through the gorge down to the sea at Port Germein.

Derek had bought Fox a second-hand Kawasaki ZZR1100 motorcycle from
Peter.  It was in excellent condition.  Fox was rapt.  He had long
wanted a superbike like the big four-cylinder Kwakka.  He was full of
gratitude for Derek's generosity.

Both Derek and Fox were wearing black leather sleeveless jackets
emblazoned with the insignia of the Roadknights.  They were also
wearing black leather pants and biker boots.

Ahead of them was a Mitsubishi Magna with Victorian numberplates
towing a caravan.  The driver was proceeding slowly because he did not
know the road.

Derek and Fox telepathically checked that the winding road ahead was
clear and went fanging past the car and caravan at speed.  The peace
of the Magna driver and his wife was shattered by the roar of the
motorbikes echoing from the rock walls of the gorge.

"Damned lunatics," opined the wife.

"Hope those two bloody bikies kill themselves," muttered the driver.

Fox grinned at Derek as he caught the thoughts of the couple in the
car.

<< Faint hope! >>  Fox was invincible and invulnerable.  He revelled
in being a superman.

They continued burning down the road until they reached National
Highway One.  They travelled a short distance along it then turned
right at the turnoff to Port Germein.

The town of Port Germein boasts the longest jetty in Australia and
perhaps the Southern Hemisphere as well as a population of about 200
people.  In the summer holidays the population increases considerably.
It is a quiet, almost sleepy seaside town.  It boasts a fine hotel in
the main street and a number of nice stone nineteenth century houses.

Derek and Fox rode down the main street to the seafront.  The famous
jetty stretched out across the tidal flats and the shallow water
towards the horizon.

Derek and Fox parked their bikes near the seashore.  They walked out
along the jetty.  On the way they passed a sign that told them it was
1532 meters (5026 feet) long.  Once it was well over a mile (1600
metres) long but it was rebuilt to the shorter length after being
severely damaged in a storm.

As the two strolled out along the jetty the summer sun shone hot upon
their black bike leathers.  Both wore aviator-style sunglasses.
Derek's mop of dark brown hair blew in the sea breeze and hung over
his forehead.  Fox's blond hair was short.

Nobody else was in sight.  Most people had retreated indoors out of
the summer heat.

Derek and Fox reached the end of the jetty.  Here the water was
moderately deep.  It was a long way from the shore.

Derek stood at the end of jetty with his hands on the railing.  He
looked out across the water at the giant 200-metre (600-foot)
chimneystack of the lead-zinc smelter at Port Pirie.

Fox stood back and admired Derek.  Derek's mighty arms bulged with
veined hard muscle as his hands gripped the railing.  Derek's huge
biceps bulged splendidly.  His triceps formed horseshoes of hard
muscle.  They were huge.  To Fox, Derek was an ultra handsome, huge,
hot hunk of muscle.  He admired Derek's powerfully muscled, sharply
chiselled chest with the round bulging pectorals, his thick, heavily
muscled arms, his magnificent black-leather-clad thighs and perfectly
rounded and muscular buttocks.

Derek smiled at him.  Fox came up behind him and put his arms around
his waist.  He ran his hands up and down the hard, mountainous ridges
of muscle at the front of Derek's abdomen.  He rubbed his face over
the back of Derek's neck, then licked it.  Derek rumbled with
pleasure.

Fox: << You're so hot and strong!  Black leather really does things to
me, especially when you're in them, Derek, you great big hot handsome
hunk of muscle. >>

Feeling Fox rub his hands over his torso got Derek feeling horny.  His
cock stiffened.  It went rock hard instantly when Fox rubbed his hand
over it through the black leather of his pants.

Fox was feeling really horny too.  He wanted to fuck Derek right there
and then at the end of the jetty.  Derek liked the idea very much.

Fox undid Derek's belt buckle, unzipped his pants and slipped them
down over his perfect bubble butt.  He freed Derek's enormous ramrod
stiff penis and scooped out his big avocado-sized balls.  He delighted
in running his hand up and down the steel hard shaft of the penis.
Derek groaned with delight.

Fox removed Derek's jacket as well as his own and hung them both over
the jetty railings.  Now all of Derek's torso was available to Fox.
He relished running his hands over Derek's torso, shoulders and arms
feeling the powerful muscles under the silky smooth skin.  He rubbed
his front over Derek's muscular back.  He massaged and tweaked Derek's
nipples.  Derek went into a frenzy of sexual excitement.

He undid his own belt buckle, unzipped his pants and liberated his own
huge aching stiff penis.  It was a monster.  It was forty centimetres
(16 inches) long and as thick as a coke can, the same size as Derek's
cock which was poking through the railings over the water.  It was
indeed a cock befitting a superman.  Fox was as proud as a peacock of
his cock.

He ran his hands over the smooth muscular curve of Derek's buttocks
revelling in their hardness.  He poked his penis in between Derek's
thick, hard and muscular thighs and thrust in a few times.  The
sensation was almost overwhelming.

He bent his knees and probed around for Derek's arsehole with his cock
head.  He quickly found it and pushed his cock head against the anus.
Both he and Derek had switched on small repulsive force fields that
made their skins feel deliciously well lubricated.  Derek had done the
same inside his anus.

Derek's anus opened up readily and Fox thrust the full length of his
mighty cock into Derek's arsehole up into the depths of Derek's
bowels.  Derek moaned in blissful pleasure.  It was wonderful to feel
Fox's long thick cock filling him up inside so completely.  The huge
penis reached up through the core of his torso to under his rib cage
just below his heart.  It was sheer bliss to feel Fox's mighty cock
inside him.  Fox's strong hands held Derek tightly around his muscular
waist.

Fox withdrew almost the whole length of his penis and thrust it back
in again.  He continued thrusting in and out of Derek's arsehole with
long sweeping strokes.  He thrust his cock into Derek's torso so deep
that it reached up to just under Derek's rib cage.  Derek groaned with
rapturous delight.

Fox revelled in the sensations that he was creating in Derek.  He kept
on pumping his cock vigorously into Derek.  His mind received Derek's
blissful sensations loud and clear.  He locked down his orgasm
determined to give Derek a truly excellent fuck at the end of the
jetty.

Derek threw back his head and roared.  His whole body tensed.  His
huge hard muscles bulged out all over.  Orgasmic bliss exploded deep
within his groin from around Fox's mighty cock thrusting right up
through his anus into his torso.  The pressure in his huge aching
balls was released.  The muscles in his groin contracted.  Hot semen
boiled out from deep within him and gushed out of his huge hard
twitching cock.  Long white ropes of his semen flew in a long arc down
to the seawater.

Fox continued thrusting his mighty superman-sized cock up into Derek's
arsehole with great enthusiasm.  This intensified Derek's orgasm even
more.  Derek delighted in feeling Fox's huge cock pumping deep up
inside his bowels while his huge shuddering orgasm continued.  Fox's
thick muscular arms bulged powerfully as they held Derek tightly
around the waist.

Derek's orgasm went on and on while Fox kept on thrusting into him
with superhuman stamina.  Fox was really enjoying the sensations
flooding into him.  Derek's arsehole was a most wonderful fuck hole.
The muscles of Derek's anus gripped Fox's penis firmly, while further
up inside Derek's torso it felt wonderfully soft, slippery and velvety
around Fox's eagerly thrusting cock.  Derek was totally blissed out.

Derek's semen kept gushing out in white arcs down to the water below.

Seagulls gathered.  They wheeled and swooped in graceful aerobatic
manoeuvres and gobbled up the gobs of semen flying through the air.
They squawked and squabbled with loud raucous cries as they fought to
grab a beakful of Derek's semen before it hit the water and sank out
of sight.  Some bolder seagulls came in close to Derek's spurting cock
and grabbed a gob of semen almost as soon as it squirted out of
Derek's cock.

Fox released the block on his orgasm.  His whole body tensed.  He
thrust his penis as far as it could go up Derek's anus into Derek's
magnificent body.  His groin exploded.  He gave a loud cry.  His hot
semen boiled up out of his groin and squirted under pressure deep into
the core of Derek's powerful, heavily muscular torso right up under
Derek's rib cage.  Derek's heart pounded against Fox's cock head.  Fox
hung onto Derek's body with his powerful arms with all his strength.
He was in raptures with his long fat cock thrust deep into the robust
body of his lover and teacher.

They remained locked together in orgasmic bliss at the end of the
jetty.  Their sensations flooded back and forth between their linked
minds intensifying their bliss.  Their orgasms combined into a pillar
of fire and continued on and on.

Three men in a boat approached.  They had been fishing out in Spencer
Gulf and they had run out of beer.  Their fishing expedition had been
moderately successful.  They had been watching Derek and Fox fucking
at the end of the jetty for some time.

One of the men had a digital camera with a telephoto lens.  He was
busily taking photographs of the two magnificently muscular men locked
in an orgasmic embrace at the end of the jetty.  He liked very much
the huge bulging muscles of their tremendously powerful physiques.  He
relished Derek's thick rounded plates of pectoral muscles and the
splendid curve of the two lover's bulging biceps.

All three of the men were highly amused by the flock of seagulls
wheeling and squabbling over Derek's gushing semen.  They were amazed
that Derek could produce so much semen for such a long time.

When the aluminium dinghy or tinny passed the end of the jetty, the
three men in it whistled and cheered raucously.

Derek and Fox were partially aware of their audience through the
clamour of their melded orgasm.  The loud appreciation of the three
men in the boat spurred them on in their orgasmic tumult.

The tinny motored towards the shore.  Derek and Fox continued on
locked together in their orgasmic rapture.  Derek thought it was a
wonderful thing to have Fox's huge twitching spurting penis embedded
deep inside him.  Fox thought it was wonderful to have his cock fully
embedded inside Derek's hugely muscled body.

Finally their combined orgasm came to an end.  They remained together
with Fox's cock up Derek's arse relishing the golden post orgasmic
glow as the sun sank towards the western horizon.  It had been a truly
excellent fuck.

As the sun sank lower and the heat lessened, the two became aware of
people starting to come out of their houses.  Soon people would be
coming onto the jetty to fish or just go for a walk.  Derek and Fox
separated reluctantly.  They tucked themselves back in, zipped up
their pants, picked up their jackets and walked slowly back to the
shore along the jetty.  They waved to several groups of people making
their way out along the jetty.  Some carried fishing rods and other
fishing paraphernalia.  Others had small dogs on leads.

When Derek and Fox reached the shore, the fishermen in the dinghy had
long gone.  Derek and Fox mounted their bikes and rode away through
the town back to Mount Remarkable.

A little time later, CD-ROMs containing photographs of two hulking big
handsome and powerfully muscled bikers in sunglasses and black leather
pants and boots fucking at the end of the Port Germein jetty started
discretely appearing around the district.  They bobbed up in towns
like Melrose, Murray Town, Wilmington, Wirrabara, Booleroo Centre,
Crystal Brook, Laura, Gladstone, and of course, Port Germein.  A
normal friend of Hal from Melrose gave Hal a copy and asked if he knew
the two men.  Hal said he did not.  Later he took great delight in
showing Derek and Fox the photographs.  It had been a celebratory fuck
indeed.

Fox was well liked in the Mount Remarkable Community.  He and Derek
remained lovers.  However, Derek was quite happy when Fox had sex with
other members of the community.  After all, Derek was not short of
lovers himself.

Fox thought several times about his mate Chainsaw whom he had left
behind in Adelaide.  Fox wanted to recruit him.  He followed his time
line back to the time that they were last together and he tagged him.
He could monitor Chainsaw telepathically now.

He knew from Derek about the four old men in the Duke of Wellington
Hotel.  One of them wanted to see Fox exterminated by a death squad.
Derek was determined to show the old man up.  He wanted the old man to
see what a superb specimen of manhood Fox had become.  Derek wanted
the old man to regret his words.

One of Derek's friends was Louis, or Lou, Joad, who hailed from Kansas
in the United States.  He was a former student of Hal and he was about
as big as Hal.  He had joined more than two years ago.

Derek and Fox rode with Lou down to Adelaide from Melrose.  They
burned down the winding road through the Port Germein Gorge and turned
south along National Highway One.  It was a single carriageway all the
way to just north of Port Wakefield.  They passed Snowtown and
Bumbunga Lake.  After Port Wakefield they enjoyed speeding south along
the excellent dual carriageway of the Port Wakefield Road and passed
towns like Wild Horse Plains, Windsor, Dublin, Lower Light and Two
Wells.

They used their telepathic sense to look out for police.  One police
officer had taken up station just past Wild Horse Plains.  Derek, Fox
and Lou had slowed down to a respectable 110 kilometres per hour (70
mph) when they detected him.  However, the police officer sighted his
laser speed-detection gun on the three bikers as soon as he saw them.
They cruised past at 109 kph.  A Range-Rover came up behind them
quickly and sped past them.  The policeman locked the laser onto the
Range-Rover and clocked the four-wheel-drive at 131 kph (82 mph), 21
kph over the speed limit.  Immediately he jumped on his motorcycle and
chased off after the speeding Range-Rover.  He pulled the Range-Rover
over several miles down the highway.  The middle-aged driver was very
hot and bothered.  Derek, Fox and Lou cruised past on the speed limit.
They were cool.  They were very cool, so cool that butter would not
melt in their mouths.

Adelaide is about 100 kilometres (60 miles) south of Port Wakefield.

The three bikers reached the community house at Norwood and stayed the
night.

Derek and Fox had an excellent fuck that night.  They lay in each
other's arms enjoying the feel of their bodies against each other and
the roseate post-coital afterglow.  Derek's penis was still erect up
Fox's anus.  Fox loved it and feeling Derek's arms around him.  He was
blissfully happy as he lay languorously against Derek.

Derek nuzzled Fox's golden hair.  He loved the smell of Fox.

A strange birdcall came from the apricot trees outside the bedroom
window.  Derek had not heard it before, certainly not in New South
Wales.  It sounded like the mechanical clown that he once had when he
was a small boy twenty years ago.  It made a similar noise to the bird
after he had dropped it and it did that ever after until it was thrown
away by his mother.

Derek was curious about what the bird was.

Fox giggled as he read Derek's thoughts.

Fox: << That's the fuck-me-stupid bird.  We often get them around
here. >>

Derek: <+ ? +>

<< 'Fuck me stupid' is one of Chainsaw's sayings.  He often says that.
The bird seems to say that too.  That's why I call it the fuck-me-
stupid bird.  And you sure have fucked me stupid. >>

Fox remembered when he and his street kid mates were squatting in a
house scheduled for demolition.  It has already been ransacked.
However, it was a roof over their heads.  Fox formed the image in his
mind of Chainsaw saying "Fuck me stupid".  Chainsaw was a wiry brown-
haired kid about the same age as Fox but he was a lot taller and
stronger than Fox.  He looked after Fox.  They heard the bird in the
old fruit trees in the back yard.  Fox laughed when he heard the bird
singing "Fuck me stupid" like a mechanical toy.  He named it the fuck-
me-stupid bird.  The others laughed too.

Fox loved being fucked by Derek.  He loved having Derek's cock up his
arse.  As he put it, he loved being fucked stupid by Derek.  He
twisted around and kissed Derek on the lips.  He ran his hands gently
through Derek's hair.  They had already had lots of sex that night.
They did not really want any more but they were full of love for one
another.

Fox referring to the bird as the fuck-me-stupid bird caused a ripple
of amusement around the Norwood House.  Some people identified it as a
wattlebird common in South Australia.  It had a noisy call.

They spend a couple of days riding around Adelaide exploring the city.
Lou came with them.  He had lived in Adelaide and knew it well.

The day came that Fox was going to find Chainsaw and try to recruit
him.  He loved Derek.  He loved being with him.  But he wanted
Chainsaw too.  He and Derek had a wonderful fuck the previous night.
It was the last night that Derek and Fox would spend together before
Chainsaw.  There was an air of sweet regret about the end of one phase
of their relationship and the impending start of another.

Fox and Derek had decided that Fox would approach the gang of street
kids alone.  They were very suspicious of strangers.  All of them had
been hurt by predators, some badly.  They did not trust anyone outside
their group.  Fox would recruit them on his own.  Derek would play a
supporting role.  Hal and the others fully agreed with the approach.

In any case, the time for Derek's departure for New South Wales was
drawing near.  It was likely that he would have too little time to
uplift one of Fox's friends to supermanhood.  It would be difficult
for someone else to take over part way through, even Fox.

Derek had already telepathically tagged the four old men at the Duke
of Wellington Hotel.  He passed the tags to Fox.  He and Fox knew when
the old men arrived at the hotel for lunch.  They decided to give the
men a little time and join them afterwards.

It was a hot summer's day.  Derek and Fox rode to the Duke of
Wellington Hotel on The Parade, Norwood.  They parked their bikes in
the side street next to the hotel and walked in through the main
entrance.  The old men did not see them.

Fox was distracted by the games room where all the poker machines were
situated.  There was a cacophony of banal tunes emanating from the
poker machines.  In the room several older women were playing the
poker machines.  He went in.  Derek followed reluctantly.

Fox was fascinated.  As a very young-looking street kid he had always
been thrown out of the games rooms of hotels previously.  Now that he
was a big, broad-shouldered and very handsome young muscleman, no one
was concerned by his presence.  The young woman playing the role of
cashier and barmaid simpered at Fox and Derek from the bar.  The women
playing the machines ignored them.  They concentrated on their games.

Derek wanted to get out of the room.  He hated it.  The women playing
the machines were like automatons.  To Derek, they seemed stripped of
their humanity.  Mick Wray had described them as like rats in Skinner
boxes.  Derek had to agree.  One young woman caught his attention.
She was praying to God to let her win The Big One.  Her financial
situation was desperate.  She had wasted a lot of money on the poker
machines.  What was tragic was that The Big One was worth only
$10,000, nowhere near enough to pay off her debts.

Fox looked around the room.  His curiosity was sated.  He felt
uncomfortable seeing fellow humans trapped in a miserable, pointless
and meaningless existence.  When Derek indicated his desire to leave,
Fox followed him out willingly.

Immediately they entered the front bar, the two very handsome and
powerfully built bikers became the focus of all eyes.  Both sported
sleeveless blue denim jackets emblazoned with the Roadknights
insignia.  Both wore blue denim jeans and black leather biker boots.

The bar was about half full of older men and women of retiring age.
Some were having drinks in between sessions on the poker machines.
Others were just being there and having a few quiet drinks.

Everyone stared at the two bikers, especially the blond one.  Both of
them were gorgeous but the blond one seemed to be the better looking
of the two.  He had short blond hair with sideburns down to bottoms of
his ears.  He was a fantastic looking and spectacularly muscular young
man with bright blue eyes and dark eyebrows.  The dark haired one was
almost as handsome.  He was a little more solidly muscular in build.

Derek bought himself and Fox a pint of beer each at the bar.  He
looked around the bar and saw the four old men sitting in their usual
spot on bar stools around a table next to a window well away from the
bar.  Each had a schooner (glass) of beer in front of him.

With their glasses of been in their hands, Derek and Fox walked across
the bar to the old men.  Derek smiled.

He introduced Fox to Alby, Bob, Charlie and Des, otherwise known as
Alpha, Bravo, Charlie and Delta.  They welcomed Derek and were
mightily impressed by his extraordinarily beautiful blond friend with
the huge muscles.

Bob started the ball rolling.

"Is this the fellow we saw sitting on your bike the other day, Derek?"
he asked.

The old men's recollections of Fox had become a little blurry.  They
did not realise that Fox had been so small back then and how much
bigger he had become since then.  Fox had grown 30 centimetres (one
foot) in height and had gained 95 kilograms (210 lb.) in weight.  He
had more than quadrupled his weight.  He was 125 kilograms (275 Lb.)
and 185 centimetres (6'1") of solid muscle.

Derek was thankful for the old men's fuzzy recollections.  He did not
have to perform the tricky task of manipulating their memories.  At
least he had Fox to help him and Fox was good at it.

Fox's bulky jacket back then helped to disguise his small size from
the old men.

"Yes," replied Derek.  "He is."

"I say, he's quite a specimen, isn't he," commented Bob.

"He certainly is a magnificent specimen of Australian manhood,"
declared Alby.

"He sure is," agreed Derek amiably.  "I took him for a spin up into
the Adelaide Hills.  But I did not take your advice, Alby.  I did not
strangle him and dump his body somewhere.  Instead, I recruited him
into the Roadknights and trained him up.  And here he is today."

Fox chuckled.  His smile lit up the old men's hearts.  They were
entranced by his beauty, particularly his bright blue eyes.

Charlie grinned.  Des coughed to hide his smirk.  They knew that Derek
was going to have a go at Alby.

"You have done an excellent job with Fox," said Alby.

"Thank you," replied Derek.  "We're in the business of making silk
purses out of sows' ears.  Fox has been an excellent student.  It is a
lot better way than killing people off because they're deemed
undesirable."

"I've no doubt that you fellows do an excellent job," said Alby.
"However, people who have no useful function in society should be got
rid of.  You people do what you can, but it is not possible for you to
clean all the riffraff off the streets using your methods.  It is far
more efficient to clean them up by getting rid of them, even if we do
have to kill them off."

"I disagree with that strongly.  Exterminating people is totally
wrong.  It is definitely not a solution," replied Derek.  "Murdering
people, particularly with death squads, strikes at the very
foundations of civilised society."

"What would you do if some death squad decided that real estate agents
were a blot upon society and had to be got rid of?" asked Fox with a
cheeky grin.

Charlie and Bob chuckled.  Des smirked into his beer glass.

"They wouldn't do a thing like that," protested Alby.

"Why not?" asked Charlie with a grin.

"Well, they wouldn't," spluttered Alby.

Derek said: "If there are going to be guidelines set down as to who is
and who isn't acceptable in society, there would have to be some
central authority.  That means the government would have to be
involved.  The government would have to permit these killings.
However, the right to life is the fundamental glue that holds society
together.  You remove that and we descend into barbarism.  If you have
armed gangs killing people who become homeless through bad luck, for
instance, they've been down-sized, say, then those potential victims
will very likely arm themselves and fight back.  Next thing you know
we'll be having street battles all over the place.  There'll be
fighting everywhere.  Lots of people will get killed.  Civilised
society will fall apart."

"Oh, I'm not so sure of that," replied Alby.  "Society is pretty
robust, I think.  Look, you people do a great job turning riffraff
into decent citizens.  I can see that and I'd like to do something to
help."

He fished his chequebook out of his pocket and wrote out a cheque for
five hundred dollars.  He handed it to Derek.

"Thank you," said Derek.  "It will come in useful.  I hope most
fervently though that we never do see death squads roaming the streets
of Australian cities."

Bob thought that Alby got off lightly.  He did not say anything.

Charlie had a wry smile on his face.  He was thinking about what Derek
had said.  He intended to use Derek's arguments again later.

Derek could see that Alby was very fixed in his ideas.  He knew that
no amount of rational argument would change them.  He would just be
wasting his breath if he tried.  He could use his telepathic tools
like mind glyphs to change Alby's mind but it would be a difficult
task.  What was the point?  Alby was an old man.  It was hard for him
to change his opinions.  It was all very well for Alby and Charlie to
have endless arguments in the pub but they were retired gentlemen.
They had all the time in the world.  Derek had better things to do.

"What are you going to do now, Fox?" asked Des.

"Find my mates on the streets around Adelaide, recruit them into the
Roadknights and train them up like Derek has trained me," answered
Fox.

"Very good," approved Charlie.  "It's an excellent idea to train your
mates up into becoming magnificent young men like you."

Des and Bob agreed.  They looked at Fox appreciatively.

"Is Fox your real name, or is it a nickname?" asked Alby.

"It's my real name."

"Unusual," commented Alby.

"My mother liked the name.  I don't remember why.  I don't mind it
myself."

Alby was looking at Fox with a faraway look in his eyes.  Derek could
see that Alby was rapt in Fox's masculine beauty.  However, the sight
of Fox was stirring up deeper resonances in Alby's mind.

Derek pinged the resonating memories in Alby's mind and was surprised
to see tears roll down Alby's wrinkled old cheeks as the memories
surged into consciousness.  Fox reminded Alby of someone he knew and
loved during World War II.

Bob put his arm solicitously around Alby's shoulders.

"You OK, mate?" he enquired.

"Yeah, I s'pose," replied Alby.  "I can't help it but Fox just reminds
me of Flight Lieutenant Chambers.  I can't help feeling a bit
miserable when I think of him."

The other old men nodded knowingly.  Bob told Fox and Derek an
abbreviated version of the story but the two telepaths soon pieced
together the whole story.

Flight Lieutenant Denis Chambers was a very handsome and dashing blond
fighter pilot who flew Spitfires with the Royal Australian Air Force
during World War II.  He was a strongly built young man with a
splendid physique.  He had been a fine sportsman.  He had made a
powerful impression on the young airmen, especially Alby.  The
eighteen-year-old Alby had fallen in love with Chambers.  It was a
love from afar, totally unrequited.  Alby hungered after any look, any
acknowledgment that he existed from Flight Lieutenant Chambers.  They
were few and far between.  Officers were not supposed to fraternise
with the ranks, particularly lowly airmen.  Even so, Alby used to
follow Flight Lieutenant Chambers around the airbase.  He just wanted
to feast his eyes on the gloriously handsome fighter pilot with the
big muscles.  Some of the other airmen teased Alby about his
infatuation with Chambers.

Flight Lieutenant Chambers was considered to be a fighter ace.  He had
shot down quite a lot of Japanese aircraft.  He had been awarded the
Distinguished Flying Cross.

Charlie pointed out that most of the aircraft Chambers had shot down
were unarmed Japanese transport planes off the north coast of New
Guinea.  That did not diminish Alby's hero worship.

One day the Japanese commander in the area decided to get rid of the
Spitfire pilots who were making a thorough nuisance of themselves.
Chambers flew into the area with his group of six Spitfires.  When he
arrived, he found his group surrounded by Japanese Zeroes.  Alby
reckoned sixty; the others' estimates ranged from between two dozen to
fifty.  In any case, Chambers' group was hopelessly outnumbered.

In the dogfight Flight Lieutenant Chambers shot down quite a few
Japanese fighters.  However, he was shot down.  When he bailed out of
his burning fighter and was floating down towards the New Guinea
jungle under his parachute, some of the Japanese fighter pilots
machine-gunned the helpless pilot under his parachute.  He died.  Only
two of the other Spitfires survived the Japanese onslaught and made it
back home.

Alby was overwhelmed with grief and anger when he heard the news.  He
had kept it bottled up inside himself because he did not dare show his
true feelings.  His mates would have teased him mercilessly.  He took
his anger out as an air gunner shooting down Japanese aircraft from
the Liberator bomber he flew in.

His hero worship of Chambers still lived on after more than fifty-five
years.  Fox reminded Alby very much of Flight Lieutenant Denis
Chambers.  The memories flooded back.  Alby snuffled tearfully into
his beer glass.

It was clear to both Derek and Fox that the effort involved in
persuading Alby to recant his view about exterminating feral street
kids and other undesirables was not worth the small victory.  Some of
the admiration Alby had for Flight Lieutenant Chambers flowed over
onto Fox.  Alby smiled appreciatively at Fox.  He liked Fox very much.

Fox: << Don't bother, mate.  He's not worth you getting all steamed up
about it.  I appreciate your concern, dearest hunky lover man, but
really, it's not worth it.  I don't need vindication, certainly not to
him.  Look.  He's half nuts about me as it is.  Anyhow, I'm a big boy
now, with big muscles.  I can look after myself. >>

Derek had to concur.

Alby looked at Fox.  His eyes were wide with longing.  He considered
that Fox was the most beautiful man he had ever seen.

Derek tried another tactic.  He reached into Alby's mind and
telepathically conflated the engrams of Fox and Flight Lieutenant
Denis Chambers together.

Alby now saw Fox as the living reincarnation of his long lost Flight
Lieutenant Chambers whom he had loved so much.  Alby knew that it
would be a love forever unrequited.

Bashfully he complimented Fox on his magnificent muscles.  Fox knew
what Derek had done and why.  He obligingly flexed his arm.  His 23-
inch (59-cm.) biceps rose up into a spectacular peak.  He invited Alby
to feel it.

The old man ran his hand over the hard, veined and chiselled bulging
mass.  He delighted in feeling the rock hard mountain of muscle
belonging to the beautiful blue-eyed golden-haired god-like young man.
It was something he had been wanting to do for more than fifty-five
years.  Now he was satisfied.  He was happy.  He blissfully ran his
hands over Fox's upper arm bulging with muscle.  He revelled in the
feel of all that hard young muscle.

Fox put his arm around Alby's shoulders.  The old airman cuddled into
him.  His eyes filled with tears again.

Now every time that Alby thought of exterminating feral street kids,
he thought of Fox, what he had been and how he had become the
magnificently muscular blond he-man, just as he remembered Flight
Lieutenant Chambers.  He cringed in horror at the memory of how he had
advocated exterminating Fox.  It would have been like killing off
Flight Lieutenant Chambers.  The thought stuck in his throat, causing
it to constrict.  To Alby, Fox and Flight Lieutenant Chambers were the
one and the same.  They were two splendid, beautiful and heroic men
who were somehow one.

It was a neat trick that Derek had performed.  Fox was impressed.
However, Fox could not help feeling a little sorry for Alby.

Alby never spoke of exterminating undesirables again.

A little while later, the two supermen downed the last of their beers
and bade farewell to the four old World War II veterans.

They rode off down the street and separated.  Derek headed back to the
Norwood House.

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Continued in Part 41.
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