Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2007 03:35:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Wombat <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #43' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc
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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 5 part 8.

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Part 43: Drop Bear.
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Derek continued.  "Rod is a porn actor who is trying to make a career
as a photographer.  He is fast running out of spunk.  His career as a
gay porn star is almost finished and he desperately needs to branch
out into something else.  You told me that.  OK, then.  He takes those
photos of you stark naked with your huge muscles and bloody great big
stiff cock big enough to satisfy the most extreme size queen and he
sells them to a gay porn magazine.  Ramzilla the Great.  Thunder Down
Under.  The biggest and best hung freaky fucking muscle stud in the
world.  The biggest thing out of Australia ever.  It causes a
sensation.  Then what?  What if some busybody do-gooder drops a copy
of the gay porn mag on your father's desk at the shire council
office?"

"Oh no!  I hadn't thought of that," groaned Scott.

"Yeah.  And it could get worse.  What if some grandstanding politician
decides to go on a crusade against gay porn?  Let's say that
politician is our new local Federal Liberal Party Member of
Parliament, our beloved George McBride.  He decides he wants to ban
gay porn in this country and he gets a lot of media attention.  Like
most politicians, he loves the media spotlight.  He decides to stick
it up your father all around Australia and makes you the pin-up boy
for his crusade.  I wouldn't put it past him.  There are pictures of
you naked in the newspapers all over Australia with an obscenely large
black rectangle with the word 'CENSORED' on it covering your erect
penis.  That'll make people choke on their Kellogg's corn flakes.
What then?"

"Oh God!  What am I going to do?" wailed Scott.  The prospect appalled
him.

Derek clasped Scott affectionately around the shoulders.

"Well, mate," he said cheerfully.  "That's the worst case scenario.
The best case scenario is that the suits who run the publishing
corporation Rod works for decide that your photos aren't suitable.
They decide that really big musclemen would appeal to too small a
market segment and your photos get dropped.  Not only that, but my
mate Hal has a lot of influence in business circles both here and in
America.  He keeps it quiet but he is a wealthy businessman himself
and he has an excellent network.  I reckon he could use a bit of
influence to stop the photos of you getting published if need be.  So
don't worry, mate.  We'll work something out."

Scott heaved a sigh of relief.

"The point is, Scott, that all your actions have consequences.  Hal
told you not to screw around for very good reasons.  Now you are
starting to appreciate what those reasons are.  Do you understand
now?"

"Yes, Derek."

"Now, do you reckon you'll be seeing much of Hot Rod again?"

"No.  He's buggering off back to America in a couple of days.  In fact
he's flying back to Los Angeles on Christmas Day."

"Oh right."

"I guess I'll never see him again."

"Do you want to?" asked Derek.

"Nah, not particularly.  He kept calling me things like a cunt pig or
a cock whore or a man pussy while he was fucking me.  I thought it was
a bit awful, like it was some kind of putdown.  I wouldn't want to be
the lover of someone like that.  In fact, I don't really want to be
fucked by him again ever.  He certainly knew how to fuck, it was
really good, but I felt that I didn't mean that much to him, like I
was cheap.  I felt like I was just a big lump of meat to him.  It was
nothing like having sex with you, Derek.  You were beautiful."

"Thanks, mate," said Derek with a smile.  "I appreciate the
compliment."

Scott sighed.

Derek went on.  "Well, Rod is a gay porn star.  I don't think you can
expect much better of him.  Maybe they're trained to be like that.  I
guess they have to be pretty tough and hard to stay in the business.
Personally I reckon it would be a dreary existence having to have a
fuck with other men day in and day out in front of a camera for a
living.  You'd wear out pretty quickly.  How old do you reckon he'd
be?"

"Early thirties, I guess.  Maybe mid thirties."

"He is twenty-six years old, the same as me," said Derek.  "I know
because I used to be a big fan of his.  I went and looked up all his
details on the Internet.  Yeah, he's the same age as me."

"Shit!  He looks heaps older than you," exclaimed Scott.

"Thanks for the compliment.  But, like I said, porn stars would wear
out pretty quickly."

"You know, I never would have guessed that Rod is the same age as you,
Derek.  And you look so young.  You know, I didn't think you were that
much older than me.  I thought, like, you were in your early twenties.
Like, when I first met you last year, I thought you were only about
twenty or twenty-one.  You looked younger than my brother Robbie and
he's twenty-two.  And you still look young, even with all those really
big muscles."

"And Robbie's a good-looking hunk of muscle too," said Derek with a
laugh.  "Yeah, I guess I didn't really know what I was doing with my
life until Hal arrived.  I know a lot more now than I used to.  And
thanks for the compliments."

"It's amazing.  Rod looks ten years older than you.  Like you say, I
guess porn stars wear out pretty quickly."

"I saw Rod today," said Derek.

Scott gaped at him.  "What?  Really?"

"Yeah.  You know Matilda's Cafe in Gundagai?  I was having lunch there
today on my way home and I got talking to Matilda.  I know her fairly
well.  I've been there a few times.  Anyway, I was eating my lunch
when Rod drives up in this little red sports car and walks into the
cafe.  I recognised him straight away.  And yeah, you're right, Scott.
He does look like he's in his early to mid thirties.  I got a bit of a
surprise when I saw how old he looked."

"Shit, eh," said Scott wide-eyed.

"It gets better.  When Matilda went to go and serve someone else, Rod
gets up from his table and comes and sits down at mine.  As soon as he
sits down, he starts rabbiting on about this wonderful guy called
Ramzilla.  He was asking how he could get hold of you.  Don't worry.
I didn't let on a thing.  I got the distinct impression he had been
having sex with Ramzilla and desperately wanted one last final fling
before he flew off back to the United States.  I knew it had to be you
he was talking about because he described you.  You had black curly
hair, really nice blue eyes and tremendous great big muscles bigger
than mine.  And he said you were driving my Pajero.  He even gave my
numberplate.  And you are the only person I know who fits the
description and who has the keys to my Pajero."

"So you knew all along that that I had been having sex with Rod," said
Scott bewildered.  "You didn't say anything."

"Yes, I did know.  Scott, I'm glad you were open and honest about
telling me.  I didn't have to push you too hard to tell me about it.
That's good."

Derek hugged Scott.

"You know something else, Scott.  Rod even tried to pick me up."

"What?  Shit!  What happened?"

"I just gave him the cold shoulder.  Matilda gave him the deep freeze.
She didn't like him much.  After that he buggered off back to his own
table.  Rod's not my type.  Poor bugger.  He really had the hots for
me."

Scott laughed.  "Shit, that's amazing!  What a coincidence!  Fancy you
running into Rod like that.  It's weird.  You knew about me and Rod
all along."

Derek smiled and ran his fingers over Scott's huge bulging pectoral
muscles.  His other arm was still around Scott's massive shoulders.

"Yes, Scott," he said.  "Your sins shall find you out."

Scott smiled sheepishly.

"I'm glad you took it so well," he said bashfully.  "You're really
understanding."

"No worries," said Derek brightly.  "While we're on the subject, is
there anyone else you've been having sex with?"

Derek felt Scott stiffen with alarm.  He ran his fingers gently over
Scott's mighty chest.

"Be honest, Scott," said Derek gently.  "If there is someone else, I
need to know if I'm going to help you deal with the fallout."

"Er...er..." Scott was stuck for words.

"It's OK, Scott.  Just take your time and let it come out."

Scott took a deep breath.  His eyes filled with tears.

"Scottie, it's OK," said Derek gently.  "Whatever happened, I can deal
with it.  I know you're not a bad guy."

A tear trickled down Scott's cheek.  He sighed and took another deep
breath.

"I'm so sorry, Derek.  There's Cave Bear too.  I'm really sorry.  It
just happened," said Scott in a strangled voice.

Derek hugged Scott.

"She's right, mate," he said.  "Don't get yourself in a knot over it.
Relax, mate.  It's OK.  I'm OK about it.  Don't worry.  You're fine
with me."

Scott sniffled and wiped away the tears with the back of his hand.  He
looked gratefully at Derek.  He was glad that Derek was so
understanding.

"But Cave Bear?" asked Derek.

"Last night I fucked Cave Bear."

"Is he that huge retarded guy who lives in the Riverside Caravan
Park?"

"Yes."

"I remember him.  He used to come and talk to me when I was staying in
a caravan there when I first got here.  He's huge, like about seven
feet tall, but he's friendly.  I didn't mind the company.  How the
hell did you end up fucking him?  I must confess to being a little
surprised."

Scott felt sheepish and embarrassed.

"It was last night after my last session on Alfred the workout bike
when I got to be this huge.  I finished about midnight and the Carol
Night had just finished in High Street.  I ducked down a side street
because I didn't want anyone to see me.  I couldn't find any clothes
to fit me I was so big.  I was driving your four-wheel-drive because I
can't fit into my ute any more.  Anyway I saw Cave Bear dancing down
the street in front of me.  He stopped me.  He was desperate for a
fuck and I was pretty randy myself.  My cock just would not go down.
It was so bloody huge and stiff.  He got in and I took him to his
caravan and we had a fuck there."

"Oh right," said Derek.  "I heard some story going around that Cave
Bear used to go up to Walkley's Farm and get himself fucked by their
jack donkey.  It all ended in tears when the female donkey bit Cave
Bear on the arse so badly that it had to have stitches put in."

Derek laughed merrily.

Scott cracked a smile.

"Yeah, that's him," he said.

"I guess if anyone could take that monstrous great big cock of yours
up his arse, it would be Cave Bear.  It's like he's built for it."
Derek grinned.  "It's a bloody enormous great big cock you've got
there."

He gently ran his fingers up and down the long thick fleshy mass of
Scott's cock that hung down limply between his extraordinarily massive
legs.  He felt Scott's cock thicken and start to harden.

"I guess you'd better tell me all the gory details," he said.

Scott told him all about the sex he had with Cave Bear.  Derek laughed
out loud when Scott told him how his stiff cock had become stuck up
Cave Bear's arse most of the night.  Derek's shoulders shook with
laughter.  Scott was nonplussed at first but he soon saw the funny
side.

When Scott had finished, Derek spoke.

"You said, Scott, that Cave Bear told you he loved you.  Do you reckon
he'll be around for more?"

"I guess so.  But Cave Bear said I gave him the best fuck of his life.
It might last him a while before he goes looking for me."

Scott grinned.  Derek rubbed Scott's smooth chest affectionately.

"You're a gorgeous big fellow," said Derek.  "Do you want to fuck Cave
Bear again?"

"Nup.  No way."

"Cave Bear could present a problem if, or rather when, he comes round
looking for another fuck.  There's no telling what that furry-brained
big lug might do if he doesn't get one.  Anyway, don't worry about it
now.  I, or we, will think of something.  I've got some friends coming
over in the New Year.  They should be able to help if there's a
problem.  But now, let's just concentrate on each other."

Derek stroked Scott's massive bull neck fondly.

"Scott, is there anyone else?"

"Nup.  That's all," replied Scott.

"Good."

"You mean you believe me?" asked Scott.

"Yes.  Of course I do.  I know you're not lying."

Scott hugged Derek.  He felt very happy that Derek had lifted the
burden of his guilt from his shoulders.  Derek was very good about it.

They both walked naked arm-in-arm out of the secret room and back into
the sunlit loft.  Derek revelled in the feel of Scott's massively
muscled 666-pound body next to his.

"Derek, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," said Scott
tentatively.

"Fire away, mate."

"How come you are so strong and feel so hard?  When you were fucking
me, I hugged you pretty tight when I was going off.  I thought I might
hurt you, but you weren't the least bit worried.  You felt really hard
like your whole body was made of steel.  And you lifted me and carried
me around like I was a kid.  And I weigh 303 kilos.  You are hell
strong."

Derek smiled.  "I'm a big strong tough guy.  I'm stronger and tougher
than I look.  I'm a Roadknight and if you want, I can train you up to
be one too."

"It's just that when Rod was fucking me, he made me put my hands
behind my head.  He said he was scared I might crush him in my arms
when I come."

Derek laughed.  "I reckon he just wanted to perve on those beautiful
great big bulging biceps of yours to help him get to an orgasm.  Maybe
he has a biceps fetish."

"No.  He really was scared I'd crush him."

"He sounds like a bit of a wimp then."

"Well, he certainly is compared to you, Derek."

Derek smiled.

Scott went on.  "I dunno.  You seem as strong as I am, maybe stronger.
I'm wondering if my arms are getting weak."

"No.  Of course not," replied Derek.  "Why don't you try tossing me up
to the rafters.  I weigh 135 kilograms, less than half of your weight.
You should find me pretty light."

Scott picked Derek up under the arms and threw him up with such force
that Derek would have received a nasty crack on the head when he hit
the white painted wooden ceiling.  However, Derek somersaulted in
midair and landed with his feet on the ceiling with a thump that made
the whole building rattle.  He bounced off down and grabbed a white
painted rafter with his hands.  He used his superhuman power of flight
disguised to look like masterful acrobatic ability.  He swung from one
rafter to the next like an ape in the jungle until he traversed the
loft to the other end.  The rafters were 6 metres (20 feet) from the
floor.

Scott watched open-mouthed as he marvelled at Derek's muscularly
athletic ability.

Derek sat on the rafter and grinned down at Scott.

"Want to join me up here?" he asked.

"How do I get up there?" asked Scott.

"Jump.  Use those glorious massive muscle-packed thighs of yours to
propel yourself up here."

Scott squatted down, then with a mighty explosive leap that shook the
loft, jumped up to the rafter above his head and grabbed hold of it.
He tried to scramble onto the rafter but could not manage it.  He hung
from the rafter by his hands.  He became anxious.

Derek swung across to the rafter Scott was holding on to.  He grabbed
Scott by the hands and hauled him up until Scott was standing on the
rafter next to him.  Scott held tightly onto the supporting truss and
looked nervously down at the floor below.

"How do I get down?" he asked.

"Jump.  Er, on second thoughts, perhaps not."

Scott was having similar thoughts.

"Do you think I might go through the floor?" Scott asked nervously.

"Don't know about that.  But you may hurt your ankles."

Derek had a vision of Scott breaking his ankles when he landed.  They
were not able to tolerate the stress of supporting Scott's huge body
when he landed on the floor.  Scott did not know how to land properly.

"I know," said Derek.  "When you jump down, I'll catch you."

Scott demurred.  "I'm so heavy," he said.

"Scott, this is where you are going to have to trust me.  I know I can
catch you, so don't worry about it."

Derek jumped down off the rafter and landed on the floor like a big
cat.

"No worries when you know how," he said cheerfully.

Following Derek's instructions, Scott manoeuvred carefully down off
the rafter until he was hanging from the rafter by his hands.  Derek
watched Scott's massive musculature working hard as he clambered off
the rafter.  His cock stiffened with excitement.  The sight of Scott's
huge hard chiselled muscles bulging with exertion was a real turn on
for Derek.  Derek was standing directly underneath Scott who could not
see Derek over the enormous bulging boulders of his pectoral muscles.
Derek's rampant cock stood straight up.

After a couple of minutes Scott's massive body was hanging from the
rafter well above Derek's head.  His hands gripped the wooden beam
tightly.  Derek suggested that he lift his legs up and spread them
apart when he let go so that it would be easier for Derek to catch him
when he let go.  Scott did as Derek suggested.

Derek looked up at Scott's huge and mightily muscular body hanging
directly above his head while Scott plucked up his courage to let go.
Scott's arsehole was nicely exposed.  Derek's stiff cock pointed right
at it.  Derek willed Scott's anal sphincters to relax.  He set up
force vectors to guide Scott's anus to the end of his stiff penis.  He
set up a force field ahead of his penis that would dilate Scott's anus
without damaging it.  It would also lubricate his penis once inside
Scott's anus.

Scott felt his arsehole tingle.  It felt exposed.  He thought wouldn't
it be nice if Derek stuck his enormous cock up his arse when Scott
dropped into his arms.  He found himself eagerly anticipating it.  His
cock stiffened at the thought.

Derek picked up Scott's thoughts.  Scott knew at a subconscious level
that Derek was lining up on his arsehole.  Derek realised that Scott
had some rudimentary telepathic ability.  He started to understand why
God was keen to get Scott to serve Him.

Derek remembered Hal telling him that a number of people suffering
from schizophrenia were failed telepaths.  Being telepathic made their
teenage traumas much more severe, particularly if they had insensitive
parents or if they were bullied at school.  Scott did not have that
problem.  His telepathy was too undeveloped and his parents were good
people.

Scott let go and dropped down.  Derek caught Scott in his arms.  At
the same instant his enormous ramrod stiff penis speared up into
Scott's bowels through his anus.  Scott gasped with the sudden
penetration of Derek's penis as it rammed up his arsehole deep into
his torso.  Derek's crotch smacked up against Scott's arse.  Air was
forced from Scott's lungs by the sudden inrush of Derek's penis.
Scott suffered a sudden sharp pain as his internal organs were thrust
roughly aside by the precipitous invasion.  His prostate suffered some
minor bruising from Derek's cock head as it plunged past.

The pain eased quickly.  Scott's aching prostate was pressed against
Derek's huge thick steel hard penis rammed up his arsehole.  It felt
really good.  Scott felt as horny as hell.  He relished having Derek's
long thick penis stuffed up inside him.  His gigantic penis rapidly
expanded and stiffened to its full 55-centimetre (22-inch) length.
Precum dribbled from the piss slit.

Derek held Scott firmly around his waist.  His thick biceps bulged
powerfully.  He leaned backwards supporting Scott's great weight on
his groin.  Scott was held firmly in place with Derek's penis embedded
up his arse.

Derek looked into Scott's bright blue half-closed eyes.

"How does that feel, mate?" asked Derek in a deep throaty voice.

"Fucking fantastic," groaned Scott blissfully.

He clasped Derek's rock hard, thickly muscled shoulders.

Derek lifted Scott's massively muscular body up partially withdrawing
his penis from Scott's anus.  He brought Scott down again, sliding his
penis into Scott's anus.  Derek repeated the exercise, increasing the
stroke of his penis in and out of Scott's tight anus.  He kept on
going.  Scott moaned with blissful pleasure as he felt Derek's big
thick penis thrusting up his arse.  His gigantic penis dribbled precum
like a leaky tap.

Every muscle in Derek's body bulged with power as he pumped Scott's
enormous body up and down the length of his penis.  It was sheer
delight to thrust his penis up into the very core of Scott's body and
feel Scott's great heart pounding against his cock head.

Scott groaned with the delight of his splendid internal stimulation.
His aching prostate was being wonderfully massaged, sandwiched as it
was between Derek's thick hard penis thrusting up his arse and his own
massive rock hard penis root.  This was bliss beyond compare.

Scott's massive body tensed up.  He arched his back as he could feel
in the depths of his pelvis an orgasmic volcano preparing to erupt.

Derek revelled in the sight of the freakishly huge muscles of Scott's
body tensing up hard.  They all bulged mightily.  Scott's huge
striated pectoral muscles were like great hemispheres of granite 45
centimetres (18 inches) across.  His great broad shoulders packed with
muscle nearly dwarfed Derek's broad powerfully muscled shoulders.
Scott's deltoid muscles alone were bigger than basketballs.  His
gigantic biceps muscles bulged with power.  The biceps alone were the
size of watermelons.  Two thick veins like cables ran either side of
the bulging peak.

For Derek, it was glorious to fuck this enormous 666-pound (303-
kilogram) mountain of muscle that Scott had become.  It was better
than fucking Big Dick.  Big Dick was 2.15 metres (7'1") tall and he
weighed 225 kilograms (495 pounds) of solid hard ripped muscle.  But
Scott was 25 centimetres (10") shorter and weighed a lot more.  Scott
was a huge freaky mass of rock hard, solid, ripped and veined muscle.
He was as big as the wildest morphs published on the Internet.  He was
a muscle fucker's wet dream.

Derek was an unashamed muscle fucker.  He was a big and powerfully
muscular man himself.  It was sheer bliss for him to pump Scott's huge
body bulging with gloriously enormous muscles up and down his mighty
penis.

Scott cried out and exploded into orgasmic joy.  Thick white ropes of
semen squirted out of Scott's enormous penile cannon, arced over
Derek's shoulder and splattered on the floor behind Derek.

Derek pumped energy into Scott prolonging his orgasm.  Scott's insides
churned around Derek's penis thrusting into him.  Scott was delirious
with ecstatic bliss.  Derek's penis felt like a white-hot rod of fire
surging into him.  To Scott, it felt like great fat sparks of electric
fire were shooting all over his insides from Derek's penis,
stimulating him to greater orgasmic heights.

Scott roared.  He was delighted to be free of the burden of his guilt
and enjoyed being fucked by Derek to the utmost.

It was wonderful to feel Derek's thick fat penis sliding in and out of
his arsehole while Derek pumped his body up and down his penis.  Derek
felt incredibly hard and strong.  The continuing orgasmic tsunami
fuelled by the storm of sensations overwhelmed Scott's consciousness.

His gigantic legs wrapped around Derek's slim waist with a crushing
pressure that would have killed a normal man.

The telepathic part of Scott's mind started to open up, but Derek did
not feel ready to switch it on just yet.

After pumping Scott into continual orgasmic ecstasy for some time,
Derek let go and howled into orgasm.  It was wondrous bliss to feel
the pressure built up in his pelvis let go, his balls contract and his
white-hot semen gush up his the length of his thick, rock-hard and
well-stimulated penis out into the inmost depths of Scott's writhing
torso that bulged with huge muscles.

He became like a steel statue as all the muscles in his body tensed up
hard.  It was a challenge to balance Scott's enormous body on his
groin while he was being shaken by the orgasmic storm.

Scott's mighty legs still held Derek's waist in a crushing embrace.
His massive strong arms clasped Derek's shoulders tightly.  It was
sheer bliss for Derek to shoot his semen into the core of Scott's
mighty torso shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.

Scott's consciousness blurred with the intensity of the orgasmic storm
shaking him.  It stretched out like toffee.  All he was conscious of
was Derek's huge throbbing penis embedded in the core of his being.
It seemed to be shooting thick hot sparks of electric fire all over
and through his internal organs.  Everything inside him was being
zapped and stimulated.  It was wonderful beyond compare.

As Derek's orgasmic tumult thundered towards its close, Derek's legs
buckled.  Scott's enormous body was still shuddering in its orgasmic
storm while impaled upon Derek's penis.  Every muscle bulged hugely.

Derek sank slowly to the floor as his orgasm finished.  He ended up
lying on the floor with Scott's monstrous sweat-slicked form astride
him.  His stiff cock was still rammed up Scott's anus.  Scott writhed
deliriously.  His body was racked by a tumult of sensations.

Finally Scott's orgasm came to a symphonic close.  Panting, he lay
back against Derek's thighs.  A wonderful post-coital glow enveloped
them both.  Scott relished the feel of Derek's cock up his anus.

While Derek lay on the floor beneath Scott, his thoughts turned to Rod
Boylin.  He tuned into Rod's mind and saw that Rod had departed from
Matilda's cafe and was driving along the Hume Highway towards Sydney
in his red Mazda sports car.  Rod was thinking about the big powerful
and gloriously handsome biker he had spoken to in the cafe.  He was
disappointed that the biker had been so cool towards him.  It would
have been great if he had been able to get the biker into bed with
him.  But he was out of luck.  He had nowhere to go, now that he had
left the settler's cottage he had been renting.  Now he was going back
to dear safe boring old Simon in Sydney.  At least Simon's apartment
was really nice and comfortable.  Then on Christmas Day he was flying
home.  The thought filled him with mixed feelings.

Rod thought dreamily about the wonderful sex he had with Ramzilla the
previous day.  That was truly fantastic.  The great big muscleman was
so hot and sexy that Rod was able to break his orgasmic drought.  It
was incredible that he was able to come twice in a single day.
Ramzilla was the biggest hottest muscle stud he had ever encountered.
All those huge glorious muscles!  One day he hoped to meet up with
Ramzilla again.  His cock swelled at the thought.

Derek cast a spell on Rod that caused his orgasmic drought to stay
broken a while longer.  Rod would be able to experience orgasmic bliss
again.  This would last until he was back on the porn movie set and
having to fuck men in front of the camera.  Derek judged that the
effects would last for a few weeks after Rod started back at work.

"Oh wow oh wow oh wow," groaned Scott blissfully.  "That was fucking
fantastic."

Derek's cock softened inside Scott.

Scott looked down at Derek, who was lying on the floor underneath him.

"You all right, mate?" he asked.

"Never better," replied Derek with a slow dreamy smile.

"Christ!  The drop fuck is one hell of a trick.  It felt incredible
when your cock rammed up into me.  Jesus, Derek, you are hell strong.
You caught me when I let go and you felt so dammed hard and strong.
Jesus, your cock felt like a pole being shoved up my arse.  It was
amazing."  Scott was chattering away happily.  "Christ, Derek, you
look so incredibly sexy."

Scott lay down on top of Derek and kissed him on the lips.  They lay
kissing gently and savouring each other's powerfully muscular bodies.

"You know, Scott, I've been lusting after you for a long time," said
Derek in a slow deep sexy voice.  "And now I've got you right where I
want you.  It's taken a while."

He and Scott kissed.

"I never dreamed it was like this," said Scott.  "It's fucking
wonderful.  And so are you."

"Thanks, mate."

Derek went on in a slow dreamy voice.  "When I saw you in the car park
here that time last year, I thought you were the most beautiful guy
I'd ever seen.  There you were doing doughnuts in the car park in that
old orange Falcon ute of yours.  You'd just got it, I seem to
remember.  Anyway, you got a puncture on a broken bottle.  I heard you
swearing away.  I laughed.  I thought it was really funny.  I was
watching you from the loft window.  Then you got out with the jack in
your hand and you stood there scratching your head because you didn't
know where to put the jack.  I got a good look at you and thought,
wow, you're gorgeous.  I came down and helped you change the tyre.  I
saw the P-plates on your ute.  When I asked you how old you were, you
said you were sixteen.  You were big and strong for your age.  But you
were too young.  I realised you were off limits and I didn't want to
get into trouble.  Then you came inside for a cup of coffee.  You were
quite friendly and I enjoyed looking at you and perving on your
muscles.  You started coming round here quite often.  You know your
father and mother came around and checked me out?"

"Yeah.  Nosy bastards.  But they said you were OK.  Anyway, I'm
seventeen now.  Am I legal yet?"

"Yes.  You are.  But you aren't going to tell anyone?"

"No way.  We're having way too much fun.  Besides, I don't want people
in this town calling me a poofter."

"Like your brother Robbie?"

"Specially Robbie!"

"I get the impression he has a few problems in that direction."

"Dicken!  Anyone he thinks is a bit suss he says is a poofter.  I
reckon you're right.  He might have a few problems there.  When he was
a kid, everyone used to say how pretty he looked, with his curly blond
hair and blue eyes.  He hated that.  He hates people calling him
'Blondie' even now.  Anyway, I'm not going to worry about that now.
The whole family's gone away to Queensland for five whole weeks and
you and me are going to have fun.  And I got the biggest muscles I
ever thought possible.  I'm fucking huge."

So saying, Scott flexed his arms in an eye-popping spectacular display
of muscularity.  His biceps swelled up like giant pumpkins.  They were
hard, striated mountain peaks of muscle.

Derek reached up and felt the iron-hard boulders of biceps.  His limp
cock fell out of Scott's arsehole.  He delighted in running his hands
over Scott's enormous biceps and feeling how hard they were.  Scott
was an enormous mountain of solid hard muscle, 666 pounds of it.

Scott wrapped his gigantic arms around Derek in a crushing bear hug.
Derek wrapped his muscular arms around Scott's neck in a gentle
embrace.  They hugged, enjoying the close physical contact of their
naked bodies packed with muscle.

"Were you and Mark lovers?" asked Scott.

"Yes, we were."

"What happened to Mark?"

"I had to boot him out.  He was just impossible to live with.  We got
into a fight and he beat me up.  Then he raped me.  Fuck, he really
hurt me when he did that!  After that I had to chuck him out."

"What a bastard!" exclaimed Scott.  "And I was thinking what a great
guy he was.  He and I used to have lots of good times together.  He
was really great with me.  But we never did anything sexual, I mean.
He was really nice to me, like he treated me like I was grown up, I
was kind of equal to him.  I missed him when he went.  Fuck!  What a
bastard to rape you like that so it hurt.  You and me are so
different.  It's absolutely fucking fantastic when you fuck me.  I've
been getting the biggest bangs in the world with you."

Scott kissed him.

"I bet you'd beat him to pulp now with your great big muscles," he
said.

Derek laughed.  "I don't care all that much these days."

"Why am I not surprised?  He'd be nothing compared to Hal.  Hal's
really incredible.  You know, that silly bastard Mark got me into
trouble.  I let him drive my ute and he was doing burnouts in it.
Some silly old bugger rang up Dad and complained.  Dad grounded me for
three months.  I couldn't tell Dad that I let Mark drive because I
would have got into even more trouble if he'd found out.  Anyway it
turned out I got grounded for only one month in the end.  I got
chucked out of school for punching that silly twat Cynthia McBride and
giving her a black eye, so I had to go and work for Dad.  That meant
he had to unground me so that I could drive to work."

Scott paused, then went on.

"You know, after he went, I wondered if you and Mark were lovers.  I
used to get a bit stirred up thinking about you two fucking each
other."

"It was all one way.  He always fucked me.  He never let me fuck him.
Mind you, he was a strong and wiry fucker.  I used to love it when he
stuck his cock up my arse.  That's why I put up with him for so long.
But he was a lazy bastard.  I had to do everything about the place.
And he used to make an incredible mess.  And he treated me like I was
some dumb bitch just there to be fucked and wait on his lordship hand
and foot.  Trouble was I was so much in love with him I didn't care.
Until one day it all got too much and we had that fight."

Derek looked downcast at the memory.  Scott hugged him.

"You know," said Scott.  "I sort of guessed you were gay when you used
to get a stiffy when I was working out on your gym equipment.  You
used to get all embarrassed and red-faced and race off downstairs to
your scrap metal sculptures.  I wondered if you were attracted to me."

"I was.  Very much so."

"Why didn't you do anything?"

"I was too afraid of getting into trouble.  Especially after that
visit from your parents and I found out later that your father is best
mates with the local copper."

Scott grinned.  "Shame about that.  When I worked out you were gay and
you were attracted to me, I used to get really horny thinking about
having sex with you.  I used to jack off heaps of times thinking about
you.  And now we're making up for lost time."

Scott kissed Derek passionately.  Derek responded equally
passionately.

They stopped for breath.

"Shit!  This is fun," said Scott panting.  "Let's fuck again."

He was grinning from ear to ear.  This magnificent mountain of muscle
was like a great big eager dog.

"I don't know if we ought to do the drop fuck again," Derek laughed.
"Might be a bit dangerous."

Scott giggled.  "It was fun though.  I reckon I'd be a good drop bear,
don't you reckon?"

Derek laughed.  "You sure would.  You'd squash anyone underneath you."

"Not if they're a big strong muscly bloke like you, Derek.  You feel
like you're fucking indestructible.  And your prick feels like it's
made of solid steel.  I wouldn't mind having it up me arse again."

"Sure thing!  But let's do it somewhere more comfortable like on the
bed.  It's a bit boring doing it on the floor."

Scott scooped Derek up in his enormous arms and carried him over to
the bed.  He deposited him gently on the bed.

Derek lay back on his bed and looked up appreciatively at Scott's
massively muscled body towering over him.

He gave a slow sexy smile as he looked up at Scott towering above him.

"I've got some stuff that will make this go really smoothly," he said.

Derek arose from the bed and walked over to his sausage bag deposited
by the door.  Scott watched fascinated by the interplay of the big
powerful muscles of Derek's naked body contracting and expanding as
Derek walked.  To Scott, Derek looked perfect.

Derek bent over and retrieved a one-litre (one-quart) plastic squeeze
bottle from inside the bag.  He walked back to the bed.  Scott was
entranced by Derek's big bulging biceps contracting as Derek tossed
the squeeze bottle from one hand to the other.

"This stuff is a body lubricating lotion," explained Derek.  His brown
eyes sparkled as he smiled.  Scott's heart beat fast with
anticipation.

Derek continued.  "This stuff makes your skin really nice.  You know
how good it feels when you're all soaped up in the shower and your
skin feels really nice and smooth and slippery.  Or when you're
jacking yourself off and you put a few good really big gobs of spit on
your cock.  Spit on your cock feels really nice when you're pulling
yourself off.  Your cock is as hard as a rock and the skin is so nice
and slippery.  So fucking nice and sensuous."

"OK," said Scott.  "I'll give it a go."

"This lotion takes ages to dry off on you and even then your skin
feels really nice and smooth."

"What is it?"

"It's a special concoction of mucopolysaccharides, proteins and other
goodies which does really nice things to your skin.  It's similar to
the anti-wrinkle lotion these people make.  I bought a large chunk of
shares in the company that makes it.  It's going absolutely
gangbusters.  They're selling the anti-wrinkle stuff as fast as they
can make it and they need to expand fast to keep up with the demand.
It's like that every woman in Australia wants the stuff.  There're
plans to expand to the United States.  And the stuff really works.  It
really does smooth away the wrinkles.  This stuff here is like a kind
of offshoot of that.  It's great for sex.  Your skin feels fantastic."
Derek grinned from ear to ear.

"I'm game," said Scott as he stood up from the bed.

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Continued in Part 44.
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