Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2007 03:22:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Wombat <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #41' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc
    Biker ) [ 41 ! ?? ]

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 6.

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Part 41: Waltzing Matilda
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Fox rode towards the City to find his mate Chainsaw.

It was not difficult.  All Fox had to do was use the telepathic tag to
tune into Chainsaw.  He knew precisely where Chainsaw was.  He saw
that Chainsaw was hurt.  Some man had beaten Chainsaw up at the back
of a restaurant.  Chainsaw was now sitting in a small park nursing his
bruises and feeling sorry for himself.

Fox cruised along The Norwood Parade on his big growling Kawasaki.  He
passed all the smart outdoor cafes with their tables and chairs
covered by large brightly coloured umbrellas on the footpath.  The
diners stared at the big muscular biker as he rode into the City of
Adelaide.

Chainsaw was sitting on a patch of grass in the shade of a tree in a
small park that was situated on the corner of King William Street and
Wright Street behind the South Australian Supreme Court building.  He
was sore and bruised.

Fox rode his bike down Carrington Street across King William Street
into Wright Street.  He saw Chainsaw sitting on the grass in the park
and made a show of doing a U-turn and parking his Kawasaki ZZR1100 in
front of him.  With rising fear Chainsaw watched the big biker with
huge muscles.  He did not recognise Fox even when Fox removed his open
face helmet.

Fox ambled over towards the patch of grass where Chainsaw was sitting.
He projected positive friendly vibrations to Chainsaw to ease his
fear.

It took some time and effort by Fox to convince Chainsaw that he was
indeed Fox.  Chainsaw was incredulous at first.  Fox had been so
small.  Chainsaw found it impossible to believe that Fox had been
transformed into the big tall blond biker with the huge muscles.  He
looked long and hard at Fox's face.  Fox looked back at him steadily
with his beautiful blue eyes.  To Chainsaw, Fox looked like Fox's big
brother but he knew that Fox did not have a brother.  Fox sent a
series of mind glyphs into Chainsaw's mind to assuage his suspicions.
Eventually Chainsaw came to understand that the big extraordinarily
handsome blond muscleman really was Fox transformed.  When his
suspicions were overcome, he was delighted to see Fox.  They hugged
with joy.

Chainsaw had missed Fox a lot.  He had been terribly worried by his
little friend's disappearance.  Some of his street friends had
disappeared never to be seen again.  He feared that the same fate had
befallen Fox.  He was overjoyed to see Fox again and amazed at Fox's
transformation.

He was astounded at just how big Fox had become.  He was mightily
impressed by Fox's incredible 23-inch (59-cm.) biceps.  He had to have
a feel of the huge rock hard muscles.  He could not get over the fact
that Fox had more than quadrupled his weight to 275 pounds (125
kilograms) and had grown one foot (30 cm.) in height to six foot one
inch (185 centimetres).  Fox was awesome.

Chainsaw had to know the rest of Fox's measurements.  Fox's chest was
59 inches (150 cm.).  His waist was a slim and muscle packed 31 inches
(79 cm.) and his thighs were 31 inches.  He looked absolutely
magnificent.

Chainsaw told Fox how he had been beaten up that day by a man when he
raided rubbish bins looking for food at the back of a restaurant in
Gouger Street near the Central Market.  He wanted revenge.

Reluctantly Fox consented to deal with the man.  He felt obliged to
act in order to win Chainsaw's trust.  Chainsaw saw the transformed
Fox as his big muscular friend and his new champion.  Fox knew that he
had to be careful if it came to a fight.  With his superhuman strength
it was all too easy for him to kill a man.

Previously Chainsaw had looked after Fox.  Fox had been too small and
weak to look after himself.  He and Chainsaw had made an unlikely
pair.  They were best mates.

Chainsaw was seventeen years old and taller that Fox had been
previously.  He was below average height at 170 centimetres (5'7")
tall and had a lean, almost skinny build.  He had shaggy dark brown
hair and quick brown eyes.  He wore a tattered black T-shirt and faded
holey blue jeans.  His shoes were a battered pair of cheap runners.

Fox mounted his motorcycle and Chainsaw got on behind him.  Chainsaw
was very impressed by Fox's big powerful four-cylinder motorbike.

They rode off down Gouger Street.  Chainsaw pointed out the
restaurant.  Fox telepathically detected a man in the small alley at
the back of the restaurant.  He and Chainsaw rode up to the alley and
dismounted.

The man looked up and saw the big powerfully muscled biker clad in
blue denim pull up with his pillion passenger.  Fox tuned into the
man's mind.  He sensed that the man was a hang-around with one of the
motorcycle clubs that had been at war with the Roadknights.  When Fox
helped Chainsaw remove his helmet, he made sure that the man could see
the Roadknight insignia on the back of his jacket.  He felt the fear
rising in the man.

Chainsaw turned around, pointed at the man and shouted, "That's him.
That's the bastard who beat me up."

Fox strode purposefully towards the man.  Chainsaw trotted eagerly at
his side.  The man recognised Chainsaw as the street kid to whom he
had given a hiding earlier that day for raiding the rubbish bins at
the back of the restaurant.  The man's fear rose to a higher pitch
seeing the kid in company with the big handsome blond Roadknight with
the huge muscles.  He knew of the awesome reputation of the
Roadknights.  He had known many of his mates in the motorcycle club
who had been hospitalised after tangling with Roadknights.

The Roadknights were invincible.  They were terrifyingly tough, strong
and quick.  They dealt out severe bone-breaking beatings.  It was
rumoured they were able to dodge bullets.  Anyone who shot at them got
their arms broken.

Here was a Roadknight coming for him right now.  He was an extremely
good-looking brute with huge muscles.  A retired policeman had told
him once that the better looking they are, the more dangerous they
are.

The man was trapped in the alley with the big massively muscular
Roadknight striding towards him.  He had no escape.  Fox transmitted a
tiny and subtle mind glitch into the man's mind and ramped up the
man's fear even more.  He saw that the man was a little shorter than
he was, about 180 centimetres (5'11") and was of medium build.

Fox walked up to the man and tapped him on the chest.  He said, "I
need have words with you."

At that, the man slid into abject terror.  His arsehole opened up and
his shit filled the seat of his light grey slacks.  A foul faecal
odour filled the air in the alley.

The man blubbered, "Please don't hurt me.  I didn't mean to hurt the
kid.  Please.  I'm really sorry."

"Get down on your knees and beg forgiveness from him," commanded Fox.

The man immediately dropped to his knees and grovelled before Chainsaw
begging his forgiveness.  He was almost out of his mind with terror.

"Please forgive me," begged the man tearfully.

"No!" said Chainsaw.  He was adamant.  And he enjoyed the feeling of
power.  He enjoyed seeing the man cringing, crying and shitting
himself in terror before the mighty Fox.

Fox was aware of Derek, Hal, Lou, Peter, Jenny and Kevin following the
interaction telepathically.

Derek was a little worried that Fox had stimulated too much fear in
the man.  He was uncomfortable that the man had shat himself in
terror.  Peter and Kevin were of the opinion that the man had it
coming to him.  He was a bully who liked beating up street kids.  He
deserved it.  Derek should not worry.

Jenny: << Chainsaw has got some work to do on his attitude. >>

She was amused.

"OK.  That's enough.  Get up and get out of our sight," Fox commanded
the man.

The man struggled to his feet.  He stumbled off back to the restaurant
with an awkward gait.  Shit stuck to his arse and underpants and made
walking difficult.  A large stinking dark khaki stain spread over the
seat of his pale grey slacks and down the inside of each leg.

Chainsaw was rapt.  "Fox, you're real awesome.  You're so fucking
awesome you made that guy shit his pants," he crowed.  "He was so
fucking shit scared of you he shitted himself in his pants.
Fantastic, Fox.  You're fucking fantastic.  You're a legend."

He stopped for breath.

"Why didn't you beat him up like you were going to."  Chainsaw was a
little disappointed.

"It would have been cruel," replied Fox.  "He was so scared of me he
shat himself, like literally.  It would have been like thrashing a
terrified puppy.  We Roadknights don't do that, not to a bloke who's
shitting his daks with terror."

"Why not?"

"Code of honour.  If you become a Roadknight, you'll learn about that.
And lots of other things, like how to grow tall and get big muscles."

"Can I become a Roadknight like you, Fox?"

"Yeah.  I can teach you if you want.  You're going to have a fair bit
of work to do."

"Gee, that'd be great.  I really want to be a Roadknight like you,
Fox.  I want to be real big and muscly like you, Fox.  That'd be
totally awesome."

Chainsaw grabbed onto Fox's arm and delighted in feeling his huge big
hard muscles.

"Geez, Fox, you're so totally huge and muscly and strong.  And you're
so handsome and good looking.  I really want to be like you."
Chainsaw sighed in admiration.

Back at the motorbike, Fox asked Chainsaw if he wanted to tell the
others that he was going away with Fox for a while.  Fox knew how
worried Chainsaw had been when Fox had disappeared with Derek to
become a superman.  Chainsaw thought that was a good idea.

They found Red, Roo and Razorback sitting under a pine tree in
Adelaide's south parklands near the tramline to Glenelg.  Chainsaw
greeted them excitedly.  Red, Roo and Razorback were totally amazed by
Fox's transformation.  Roo wanted to become a Roadknight right away.
Fox had to explain that he could only train one at a time.  However,
when Chainsaw was trained up, he too may be able to train one of them
up.

Fox took Chainsaw back to the Norwood House.  There Chainsaw had a
good meal.  It was the first decent feed he had for weeks.

Chainsaw could not keep his hands of Fox's magnificently muscled body.
He was rapt in Fox's 23-inch biceps.  He delighted in feeling Fox's
powerful body all over.  Fox ended up fucking Chainsaw into
deliriously orgasmic bliss.  As a street kid, Chainsaw was used to
being fucked.  However, he had never had so much pleasure before.

Beforehand Fox had decreased the size of his penis to 10 inches (25
cm.) long and two inches (5 cm.) thick.  He did not want to frighten
Chainsaw with the sixteen-inch monster he had previously.

Afterwards Fox revealed his super powers to Chainsaw.  Chainsaw was
awed and a little bit frightened at first.  However, he quickly learnt
to appreciate his friend's tremendous capabilities.  He was in
raptures when Fox hoisted him on his back and flew him up to the Mount
Remarkable Community near Melrose.

It took a few days for Chainsaw to become a superman himself.  He did
not make the extremely rapid progress that Fox had made.  However, he
did well.  Fox was a patient teacher.

Chainsaw wanted to become really big.  He grew into a superman 195
centimetres (6'5") tall and weighing 175 kilograms (385 pounds).  He
developed wide and powerful shoulders with massive arms bulging with
muscle.  His upper arms measured 66 cm (26 inches).  His deep, massive
chest was 170 cm (67 inches) around.  His muscle packed waist was 33
inches (84 cm) and his magnificently muscular thighs measured 33
inches (84 cm) also.  He sported a golden tan all over.  His dark
brown hair became short.  He grew into an enormous muscleman.  He was
bigger than Hal.

Hal asked Chainsaw if he really wanted to be a big man with all that
entails.  He explained to Chainsaw that people expect a lot from a
really big man with huge muscles.  People expect big things from big
men.  Chainsaw would not be able to hide in the pack like his smaller
mates.  He would stand out like a lighthouse.  People would expect him
to be a leader and take responsibility for getting things done.
Normal people would look up to him.  It was a deep-seated instinctive
reaction of people from the primitive past to expect the big men to be
the leaders and protectors.  Hal asked Chainsaw seriously if he was
willing to shoulder that burden.  Chainsaw appreciated what Hal was
asking of him.  He loved his massively powerful body.  With just a
little trepidation Chainsaw agreed to be a big man with all that it
entailed.

Hal was pleased.  He willingly taught Chainsaw the art of being a big
man.  Fox and Derek drank it all in.

Chainsaw looked a little like Derek with his brown eyes.  However, he
kept his dark brown hair cut short.  Hal worked his magic on Chainsaw
and transformed him into a very handsome muscleman.

Next Fox and Chainsaw recruited Roo and Red from their gang of street
kid mates.  They too both became supermen.  They chose to have almost
identical bodies to Derek.  They both became 185 centimetres (6'1")
tall and weighed 135 kilograms (300 lb.) of solid hard muscle.  They
were proud of their 24-inch biceps.  Roo had straight coal black hair
and brown eyes.  Red had bright blue eyes and straight dark red hair.
It was a vivid copper colour.  Both of them looked Celtic.

By this time, Derek's departure date for Ringtail Springs was quickly
approaching.

Derek rode his motorbike along the Sturt Highway.  He had left Hay
when it was still quite early in the morning.  At least at this time
the sun had risen high enough so that it was not shining into his eyes
as he rode eastwards.

He remembered his last night in Adelaide.  It was an orgy he had with
Fox, Chainsaw, Roo, Red, and Lou as well.  They all had a fucking good
time.  He smiled fondly at the memory.

Derek cruised past Narrandera.  He checked on Scott telepathically.
Scott was admiring his huge body in the gym at his home and lifting
barbells loaded with weights.  Scott had received the message Derek
had left on the answering machine.  He felt guilty about his sexual
affairs with Rod and Cave Bear.

When Derek arrived in Wagga Wagga an hour later, Scott had fallen
asleep on Derek's bed in the loft.  Derek decided to leave him.  Scott
was tired out after his exertions the previous night.

Most shops in Wagga Wagga were shut because it was a Sunday.  Church
bells rang out from the magnificent redbrick Catholic church in the
centre of the town.  Many cars were parked in the nearby streets.
People were making their way to the church.

Derek found a coffee shop open in the main street.  He stopped there.
He was happy to dawdle over his cup of coffee and a delicious apple
and cinnamon gateau.  A few other customers were sitting in the shop.
They stared at him covertly.  The waitress was very friendly.  She
thought he was an awesome hunk and liked him a lot.

Afterwards he rode his bike north out of Wagga Wagga towards
Willabalangaloo.

On the way he passed farmland that had been made desolate by rising
salt.  He had seen this sort of problem in the area before.

At Mount Remarkable he had been troubled by some verses from Psalm 107
he had read in the Bible.

"33: He turns rivers into a desert, springs of water into thirsty
ground,
34: a fruitful land into a salty waste, because of the wickedness of
its inhabitants."

Pan, the god of nature, wild places and wild things, explained to
Derek that it meant the land was being destroyed by the ignorance and
stupidity of the British settlers who had come here and abused the
land.  They ignored the accumulated wisdom of the original inhabitants
gained over scores of thousands of years.  They cut down all the trees
and cropped the land mercilessly, destroying its fertility.  The
verses certainly did not mean that all the inhabitants of Australia
were wicked.

Pan was very fond of Derek.  Pan was an ancient god many millions of
years old who gladly served the Lord God.  He delighted in being a
mentor to the young superhumans wanting to gain natural wisdom and in
teaching them to understand the wondrous complexities of nature.  He
knew and loved Planet Earth and all her inhabitants dearly.  He and
Derek were developing a loving relationship.

Pan appreciated beauty.  He liked to facilitate the evolution of
animals into beautiful forms.  He was very happy with the way that the
human race was evolving, particularly the superhuman beings.  Derek
was shaping up to be a fine specimen of the human race.  Derek was
like a champion stallion, a champion stud bull or a superb panther or
leopard.  Form and function flowed together beautifully.

Pan had taught Hal much about form and function flowing into beauty.
Derek was learning from both.

Derek passed through Willabalangaloo.  None of the shops were open in
the town.  Not even the Royal George Hotel was open.  It was Sunday.
Derek continued north.  He rode past the farmhouse where Rod Boylin
was staying.  Using the tag he acquired the previous day, he tuned
into Rod's mind.

Rod was packing up.  He was going to leave that afternoon and drive
back to Sydney.  On Christmas Day he was leaving Sydney and flying
back home to the United States.  He did not want to leave Australia.
He had been having a great time.

Derek rode on a little further, turned around then rode back past the
farmhouse into Willabalangaloo.

Rod heard the big motorcycle go past and back again on the road.  He
pricked up his ears hopefully.  Alas, the motorcycle did not stop.
Rod could not see the road because of the pine trees surrounding the
house.  He found bikers fascinating.  Disappointed, he heard the sound
of the motorcycle fading into the distance.

When Derek arrived in Willabalangaloo again, he turned onto the road
to Gundagai.

He rode up through the mountain range.  As he travelled along the
winding road, he saw the signs of a very recent flood, the one that
had occurred the previous day.  Debris and vegetation were jammed in
the railings of the bridges he crossed.  Debris marked the high water
mark of the flood.  The bridges had been under water.  The ground was
still wet and muddy despite the savage heat of the summer sun.  It had
been a humdinger of a thunderstorm.

He crossed the Hume Highway and rode into Gundagai.

The main street of Gundagai baked in the hot December sun.  A number
of shops were open for the tourist trade.  Christmas decorations were
hung from lampposts and strung across the street.

Derek pulled up outside Matilda's Cafe.  He had eaten there
previously, before Hal had revolutionised his life.  It had been
nearly nine months since he had last been to the cafe.  That was even
before Mark had moved in.

He walked into the air-conditioned cafe.  The cool air was a welcome
relief from the summer heat outside.  Inside, he saw that that the
cafe was more than half full of diners.  His broad-shouldered form
filled the doorway.

Matilda was serving her customers.  She looked up at Derek apprehens-
ively.  She did not recognise the powerfully muscled biker walking in
through the doorway.  Derek sent into her mind a mind glyph connecting
him to the Derek she knew and subtly altering her recollection of him
to accord with his current physique.  Matilda's face broke into a wide
smile as recognition dawned.

"Oh, Derek," she cooed.  "How beaut to see you!  It's been such a long
time."

Matilda marvelled at how big, strong and handsome he was.  She had not
realised he had such a magnificent physique hidden under the baggy
clothes he used to wear.  And he was so very good-looking these days.
She had not noticed that before.  He had been a very quiet unassuming
young man but very nice looking.  She had thought he was rather sweet
and liked to fill him up with good food.  She really liked his big
brown eyes.

She sat Derek at a table next to the wall and with a flourish
presented him with a menu.  She bustled off to attend to her other
customers.

Matilda was a stout handsome woman with collar-length blond hair and
bright blue eyes.  She was aged in her late fifties.

Derek sat facing the front and he could look out into the street
through the windows.  As he sat perused the menu, he was
telepathically aware that the other diners were looking at him
curiously.  Some wondered what the big biker clad in a sleeveless
black leather jacket and black leather pants was doing in the rather
smart cafe.  Others admired his huge muscles and his dark handsome
looks.  Some were fearful of him.

A number of the diners had travelled the 160 kilometres (100 miles)
from Canberra to eat at Matilda's Cafe.  It was well known in the
district.

Derek selected a dish of marinated fillet steak with salad accompanied
by a carafe of a good red wine.

Matilda brought out his order.

Derek asked, "Sprechen Sie Deutsch?"

Matilda looked at him in surprise.  Derek had been peeking into her
mind and knew she was German.  She did not have a German accent any
more.  It had been very many years since anyone had picked her as a
German.

Matilda had no idea that Derek could speak German.  Derek had
downloaded the language skill from Hal who was a master of many
languages.  The first language Derek had learned was French.  He had
downloaded French from Hal's mind when Hal took him back in time to
dine at Maxim's Restaurant in Paris in 1901.  He had truly learnt
French without tears.  It was extremely quick.  Derek had become
proficient in both languages in a few minutes.  Not only did he know
French and German but he had learnt Spanish, Italian, Greek, Dutch,
Russian, Arabic, Indonesian, Mandarin and Japanese as well.

Matilda replied in German.  She was busy at the time so she could not
stay and talk.  However she was fascinated.

Derek tucked into his fillet steak.  He tuned into Scott's mind and
saw that he was still sound asleep on Derek's bed.

The cafe emptied out as the diners finished their meals and departed.
Some people lingered over their desserts and coffee.  The smells in
the cafe were delicious.

Matilda had more time now.  She sat down and joined Derek at his table
while her daughter Elizabeth kept an eye on things.  Matilda and Derek
spoke rapidly in German.

Matilda was curious about Derek's ability to speak German and she
complimented him on his fluency.  He still had a slight Australian
accent that Matilda found charming.  He told a fib and said that he
had learnt German at school but had not been confident to try his
German with her before.  He had been practising with friends.  She
laughed.

She found Derek very attractive.  She was thrilled that he spoke
German so fluently.  She gazed into his big brown eyes and told her
story.

Matilda had been born in Leipzig in Germany during World War II.  Her
father had been a civil engineer in the Wehrmacht, the German Army.
He had spent a lot of time in Berlin and on the Eastern Front during
the war.  Leipzig had been damaged severely by Allied bombers and
their house had been destroyed.  Matilda and her mother had gone to
live with her mother's brother in Chemnitz, later known as Karl Marx
Stadt during the Communist regime.  When the Soviet armies were
pushing westward into the tottering Nazi Reich, Matilda and her mother
had fled west into Bavaria, which became part of the American Zone of
Occupied Germany.  They lived in a displaced persons camp until her
mother found work as a typist in Munich.  Her father had been trapped
in the Russian Zone that became Communist East Germany.  He managed to
escape four years after the end of the war and rejoined his family in
Munich.

Times were hard in Germany.  Her parents migrated to Australia in the
middle 1950s.  Her father found a job as a civil engineer in the Snowy
Mountains Scheme, the gigantic hydroelectric construction project
being built in the 1950s and 1960s.  Her parents and Matilda moved to
Cabramurra.  Many people from all over Europe lived there.  Matilda
was thirteen years old then.  She knew a number of German-speaking
families, including a family of Volga Germans who had escaped from
Stalin's Russia.

Her parents later retired to live by the seaside in Bateman's Bay on
the New South Wales coast.  Both were still alive.

Matilda married an Australian man of English descent who had a farm
near Gundagai.  When her children had grown up, she opened up
Matilda's Cafe in Gundagai.

Derek was fascinated to hear her story.  They spoke German the whole
time.  Matilda patted his arm and said that she was glad that she was
able to tell him her story.  Derek suggested that she write it down.
It was an important part of history.  Tears came to her eyes when
Derek said that.  No one had ever said that to her before.  Nobody had
said that her story was important.

Derek was acutely aware of the effect he had on people.  Previously he
had seen Matilda as some kind of mother goddess.  She was warm,
cheerful and generous, everything that his own mother was not.  Now he
saw Matilda as a very vulnerable human being who had taken a strong
liking to the big, dark-haired, tanned, very handsome and muscular
biker.

Matilda asked Derek if he would like to try the Dobostorte that she
had made that day.  She got up and returned shortly with a wondrous
confection.  The torte was made up of thin alternate layers of sponge
cake and rich chocolate butter cream.  The whole was glazed with
toffee.  She presented Derek with a huge helping with a large whorl of
whipped cream alongside.  It was for a big man, she said with a
giggle.  She also brought him out a Vienna coffee in a large long-
stemmed glass.  A thick white whorl of whipped cream floated on top of
the milk coffee.

She sat down with Derek again.  She watched as Derek started eating
the Dobostorte.  It was delicious.  Derek made very appreciative
noises.  That pleased Matilda.

Matilda asked Derek what he was doing.  She knew from before that
Derek was hoping to make a career as a sculptor.  She had the
impression that he was having little success.  He was such a sensitive
soul.  It had been many months since she had last seen him.  Derek
told her that he had been staying on a friend's sheep and cattle
station in the Flinders Ranges of South Australia.

Some more people had come in for a late lunch.  Her daughter Elizabeth
was getting just a little bit frazzled keeping up, so Matilda got up
again, took orders and served the dishes.  The staff in the kitchen
were coping well.

Derek leisurely enjoyed the Dobostorte and the Vienna coffee.  Scott
was still asleep.

A red Mazda sports car pulled up outside.  A man got out and entered
the cafe.  Derek recognised him as Rod Boylin, both telepathically and
from his view of Scott's affair through Scott's mind.  He glanced up
briefly at Rod then continued eating his delicious torte.  It would be
a bad idea to pay him much attention.  He did not need to look at him.
Some of the other diners were looking at Rod with interest.  Derek
just read their minds and saw what they saw.  The other diners had no
idea that Derek was looking through their eyes.

Rod had short blond hair, blue eyes and a tanned and nicely muscular
body.  He was wearing a peacock blue polo shirt with very short
sleeves that showed off his tanned muscular arms.  He wore as well as
a loose pair of dark khaki cargo shorts with many pockets and a pair
of joggers.  The shorts came down to below his knees.  He stood at 180
centimetres (5'11") and weighed 95 kilograms (210 pounds).  Derek saw
that through the others' minds.  Rod did not have the spectacular
muscular definition that Derek possessed but he was pleasing to look
at.  He was a good-looking well-muscled blond man who looked to be
aged in his early thirties.  His blue polo shirt was a real look-at-
me.  People looked at him.

Derek also knew him from the gay porn DVDs he used to own.  Rod had
been a hot star.  Derek had got rid of the DVDs in a fit of depression
after Mark had gone.

Elizabeth bustled up to Rod with a smile and showed him to a table
across the room from Derek.  She left him while he looked at the menu.

Rod looked hungrily across the room at Derek.  He was fascinated by
bikers, especially muscular bikers.  This man was a spectacularly
muscular and good-looking specimen with a shaggy mop of dark brown
hair and long dark sideburns.  He looked awesome in his black bike
leathers and boots.  Rod guessed his weight at well over 275 pounds,
probably 300 pounds.  Rod found it difficult to concentrate on the
menu.  He kept looking over at the biker eating his way through a
large helping of a rich and creamy chocolate confection.  The biker
did not appear to be taking any notice of Rod at all.  He appeared to
be much more interested in his dessert.  Rod thought he was terribly
sexy.

The biker seemed nearly as big as the magnificent and hugely muscled
specimen called Ramzilla whom Rod had fucked the previous day.
Ramzilla was well over 450 pounds of solid hard muscle, probably
nearly 500.  That was a glorious fuck, one of his best ever.  Rod had
fantastic orgasms when he fucked the huge muscleman and it was well
over a year since his last orgasm.  It broke the drought with a
vengeance.  He considered the chances of getting into the biker's
pants.  His cock stiffened at the thought.

The biker had magnificent thick thighs clad in tight black leather
with heavy biker boots.  He was wearing a sleeveless black leather
jacket that displayed his thick powerful arms and the outstanding
muscular development of his deep chest.  His shoulders were huge.  His
deltoids were like soccer balls.  His traps looked as though they had
been built up through years of lifting heavy weights.  They formed a
thick convex curve from his shoulders up to his neck nearly to his
ears.  The biker's huge veined and chiselled biceps bulged sexily as
he spooned the chocolate confection into his mouth.

Rod's heart pounded with excitement.  He seemed to be on a roll during
his last days in Australia.

Matilda came up and asked Rod if he was ready to order.  Rod was taken
by surprise.  He blushed and stammered that he was not ready.  Matilda
smiled and said he could take his time.

She went and sat at Derek's table.  She asked Derek about South
Australia.  They continued speaking in German.

Rod watched.  The old lady was being very friendly towards the big
biker.  They spoke in a language that Rod did not understand.  Rod
felt a pang of jealousy towards the old lady who was clearly the
proprietress.  She obviously knew the biker well.

Derek told Matilda a very much sanitised account of his time in South
Australia.

When he finished, Matilda said she had been to South Australia.  She
had distant relatives who had migrated from Germany in the 1840s and
had settled in the Barossa Valley north of Adelaide.  When she was
young, her father had taken the family to visit his relations.  Some
families had the same surname as her father.  Matilda was bored by her
fourth cousins once removed.  They were about her own age.  Some of
the younger cousins called her a kraut.  That was silly.  How can she
be a herb?  Her cousins were very rustic.  They all spoke more English
than German.

Despite her feelings, Matilda and her parents had returned to visit a
number of times.  Her parents found happiness in a settled island of
German culture.  It was a relief after the multi-cultural hotchpotch
of Cabramurra where Germans lived cheek-by-jowl with Czechs, Poles,
Hungarians, Lithuanians, Latvians, Estonians, Serbs, Croats, Slovenes,
Slovaks and others from all over Europe.  Even Matilda warmed to her
Australian cousins after a while.

Several families owned wineries.  One grew very big and became world
famous.  It was making millions of dollars.  Other families grew
grapes or ran farms.  In later years Matilda had gone back a few times
with her husband and children to enjoy the relations' hospitality and
good wine and food.

Elizabeth took Rod's order with a smile.  Rod sat looking at the biker
talking to the proprietress.  He lusted after him.  He tried to think
of a way to approach him.

Matilda got up at a signal from her daughter.  While they were getting
the meals ready to bring out to the customers, Elizabeth chided her
mother for being too friendly with Derek.  Matilda was a respectable
married woman with a family and people might think that the big
handsome biker with the huge muscles was her lover.  Matilda snorted
with ridicule at the idea.  If people thought that, they were stupid,
she said.

Rod seized his opportunity.  He walked across the room and sat down at
Derek's table.

"Hi," said Rod.  " My name's Rod.  How're things."  His American
accent was very noticeable.

Derek looked at Rod coolly.  He was aware of the red light from God
against any approach to Rod.  The road to Rod was barred.  Scott was
his top priority.  Now was not a good time for any sort of fling with
Rod.

"OK," replied Derek noncommittally.

"You from these parts?" asked Rod pressing on.

"Yeah," replied Derek, ladling a spoonful of Dobostorte and cream into
his mouth.

Rod was feeling somewhat intimidated by Derek's massive presence.  Up
close he saw that Derek was beautiful.  Derek's thick, powerfully
muscled neck tapered upwards to support an extraordinarily handsome
head.  Rod feared being lost for words.  However, Rod was not an actor
for nothing.  He changed tack a little.

"You heard of a guy called Ramzilla?" he asked.

"Ramzilla."  Derek continued chewing.  "The name rings a bell
somewhere.  I can't say who though."

"Ramzilla is the name used for people with the birth sign of Aries by
the lady who writes the astrology column in 'The Weekend Australian',"
said a woman helpfully.  She was sitting with the group at the next
table.

She, her friend and their husbands were watching with great interest
the interaction between Rod and Derek.  The two women had decided that
Rod was gay.  The group was wondering how the big bikie with the huge
muscles was going to react to an approach from the American Queen.
One of the men had said that poofy American Queen should get beaten to
a pulp and the bikie looked like the man to do it.  The other man had
said the bikie looked like a decent sort of chap despite his black
leather clothing and maybe he would not beat up the American.

"Thanks," said Rod to the woman off-handedly.  He turned to Derek.

"I met this guy called Ramzilla yesterday and I really want to see him
again," said Rod.  "We had a real great time together.  He was a real
fantastic guy.  He said he lives around near here."

"Sorry.  Can't help you," said Derek.  He was not going to let on a
thing.

"He was this real big guy with tremendous great big muscles, even
bigger than you.  He had black curly hair and really nice blue eyes.
He was driving a dark blue Mitsubishi Montero or something like that.
I'm not sure.  Do you know him?"

"Sounds like it's a Pajero you're talking about," said the man at the
next table.

"Yeah!  That's right," said Rod.  "It was a Mitsubishi Pajero he was
driving."

He gave the four-wheel-drive's registration number.  Derek recognised
it as his own.  He did not react visibly.  Rod had come close to
saying that he had sex with Scott and wanted to do it again.

"Dunno," replied Derek.  "Can't say I know it.  Or him."

Derek lifted the long-stemmed glass of Vienna coffee to his lips and
took a slow swig from it.  His huge veined and chiselled biceps bulged
powerfully.  He licked the white moustache of cream from his upper
lip.  To Rod, seeing Derek's pink tongue move along his lip was
terribly, terribly sexy.  Rod felt dizzy with desire.  He trembled all
over.  He lost track of what he was saying.

"I hope you don't mind me asking but are you German?" asked the man at
the next table looking at Derek.

"No, I'm not," replied Derek.

"You and Matilda were speaking German to one another like you were
both native Germans.  I must say that you look as though you might be
German."

"I'm not.  My ancestry is pure British."

"Please don't take offence," said the man placatingly.   He felt that
the big biker would be dangerous to anger.

He hurried on.  "Certainly none is meant.  I just thought you might
have been.  My German is awfully rusty.  I haven't done any since I
left school thirty years ago.  I really didn't understand much of what
you said because you two were talking far too quickly for me to keep
up.  But I got the impression though that Matilda was born in Germany,
came out here when she was very young and grew up here in Australia."

"That was a real surprise to us," said the woman.  "We've been driving
here for lunch from Canberra for years.  Here we were thinking that
Matilda was a dinky-di true blue Aussie.  And she's not."

"Well, that explains the lovely cakes and pastries she makes," said
the other woman.  "Well, that is interesting."

"Matilda grew up here," said Derek.  "She's married to an Anglo-
Australian who has a farm near here and she has four children all born
here.  There's no doubt that she is an Australian."

"Of course there isn't," agreed the first woman.  "Just that it's
interesting to find these things out."

"One would never have guessed that she was not born here in
Australia," said the second woman.  "She doesn't have a trace of an
accent.  And she looks so Australian.  Isn't it funny."

Derek spooned another mouthful of the torte into his mouth.  The
conversation stopped.

Rod gazed at Derek lost in admiration.  He stroked Derek's thickly
muscled forearm lightly with his fingers.

Derek did not move.

Very quietly he said to Rod, "I'd prefer it if you did not touch me
like that."

He reinforced the message by beaming a mind glyph into Rod's mind.
Rod looked at him.  Derek's brown eyes looked as if they were about to
shoot bolts of lightning at him.  Rod felt a pang of fear.  He
withdrew his hand immediately as if he had received an electric shock.
He looked up and saw Matilda standing behind Derek's chair.  She had
seen and heard everything.

Derek looked up at her and smiled.  Looking at Derek, Matilda was
reminded strongly of Malcolm, the dear sweet affectionate Angus stud
bull that she and her husband kept on their farm.  Malcolm loved being
scratched behind the ears.  Derek was just like the bull.  He was a
splendid specimen of manhood rippling with muscle, just like a prize
stud bull.  Matilda restrained herself with difficulty from stroking
Derek's mop of shiny soft brown hair.

"Sir," Matilda said to Rod with pointed sweetness.  "Your meal is
served.  It's on your table."

She asked Derek in German if Rod was a friend of his.

Derek replied that Rod was not a friend but he was an admirer.  He
deliberately used the German word that had overtones of an erotic
attraction.

She had a small but victorious smile on her face.  She understood.

Rod did not dare ask for a translation.  He got up and returned
crestfallen to his table where his warm chicken salad was waiting for
him.  He looked at it morosely.

Matilda sat down with Derek again.  They compared notes on their
experiences in South Australia.  At this time Scott was masturbating
under the gum tree outside the garage on Valley Road.  Derek was
temporarily distracted by Scott's orgasmic blast.  He fixed Scott's
penis into an erection that was permanent until he released the spell.
It would stay nice and huge and hard for the duration.  Scott already
had many implants in his prostate and balls.  He was highly sensitive
and very horny.  Scott was hot.  He was waiting for Derek.  He wanted
to be fucked.  He ached for Derek.  He wanted Derek to fuck him.  He
was desperate.

Matilda noticed that Derek's attention wandered momentarily.  She
asked him if she was boring him.  Derek replied with a smile that of
course she was not boring him but he had just remembered something he
had to do when he got home.

The conversation continued until after Derek had finished the
delicious Dobostorte and Vienna coffee.  By this time Scott was
sitting naked on the chair under the gumtree waiting for Derek.  He
was playing with his enormous stiff cock that was dribbling precum.
It was a good time for Derek to get on the road.

Derek got up from the table.  He took his leave of Matilda and
Elizabeth.  He kissed Matilda goodbye like an old friend.  In a sense
she was.

Rod looked hungrily at the biker as Derek walked out of the cafe.  Rod
drank in the sight of the big man with the huge rippling muscles clad
in black leather.

He was awestruck by the biker's abdominal muscles visible through the
front of the open jacket.  They looked like a rock wall.  Rod had
never seen an eight-pack like it before.  It was like a wall of
cobblestones.

The thick solid bulging boulders of pectoral muscles were partially
visible above them.  They were truly impressive.

He admired the biker's mighty bulging thighs straining through the
black leather pants.  They rippled and bulged as he walked.  Rod's
heart pounded as he appreciated the big genital bulge in the front of
the biker's pants.  The man was hung like a horse.  The biker's hard
rounded hemispheres of muscular buttocks formed a perfect bubble butt.

The diners stared at Derek as he left the cafe.  Derek was quite aware
of the sensation he was causing.  He showed no sign of it.

Rod felt chagrined that the biker ignored him completely.  His heart
pounded.  He was quite distracted.

The biker left the building like a celebrity.

Derek mounted his motorcycle and rode it out of Gundagai on the road
to Ringtail Springs.

He was amused by Scott's alarm earlier when he heard the motorcycles
belonging to members of the BMW Motorcycle Riders' Association of
Australia rumbling past the garage.  They had recently had luncheon at
the Drovers Arms Hotel, which was the poshest of the four hotels in
Ringtail Springs.  Scott almost fell off the stairs in his hurry to
get outside.  Then his sarong started falling off.  A woman sitting in
one of the cars briefly saw him struggling to keep it on.  She thought
Scott was grotesquely obese.  She was disgusted.

Derek smiled.  His motorbike ate up the miles.  Home was not far away.

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Continued in Part 42.
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