Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2008 21:45:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wombat <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #53' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc Biker ) [ 53 ! ?? ]

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 18.
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Part 53: A Messy Eater
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Derek and Scott took off from the bridge of the sunken 'Lochinvar' and
flew up through the five kilometres (three miles) of water until they
broke the surface of the Indian Ocean.  They floated on the surface
enjoying the sun.

Scott: << Nice to see the sun again.  We've been down there at the
shipwreck for ages. >>

Derek: << Hard for me to say.  I've been bopping about in time. >>

<< I reckon!  I had to laugh at the Poms' surprise when they found out
you'd been screwing their long dead great-great-uncle.  Their faces
were a picture! >>

<< I certainly found out things I didn't know. >>

<< Like you'd been fucking your previous incarnation.  What a laugh!
I like your tats, by the way. >>

Scott swam over next to Derek and examined the tattoos on Derek's
shoulders.  He held onto Derek's thickly muscular arms.  He
appreciated the realistic rendition of the erect cock and balls.

Scott: << I really like them.  It's a big fat cock and balls ready to
fuck someone up the arse. >>

Derek: << Or cunt. >>

"Power to the Penis," said Scott.

"Power to the Penis," replied Derek.

They high-fived in the water.

They hugged and kissed.  They relished the closeness of each other's
muscular bodies.

They flew up out of the water and rocketed in an arc up high into to
stratosphere as they headed towards Holey Dollar Island.  They were on
their downward plunge when Derek stopped.  They were about ten
kilometres (six miles) in the air above the island.

Derek: <+ Irritation +> << There's a ship down there offshore. >>

Scott: << So I see. >>

He grinned.

Derek explored the ship with his telepathic sense.  There was some
excitement down on board the ship.  It was a big game fishing vessel
and the man who had chartered it was sitting at the stern.  He had
caught a big fish.  He was concentrating on reeling it in.  The other
passengers and crew watched with interest and excitement.

Derek showed Scott how to become invisible and they both vanished from
sight.  They flew down and invisibly skimmed the ocean's surface
towards the vessel.  It was a sleek craft about the size of a naval
frigate.  It was stationary about three kilometres (two miles)
offshore from Holey Dollar Island.

The supermen saw the French Tricolour hanging limply at the stern.
The ship was named 'La Chasseresse' and it was out of Marseille.

Derek scanned the ship telepathically.  It was owned by the ship's
captain, Jacques de Montmorillon.  The majority of the crew were
French but the rest came from all around the world.  The big game
fishing vessel had been chartered by Earl Reinerz, a wealthy American
mining magnate who had taken a lot of his friends along as well.  He
was the man strapped in the hot seat at the stern trying to reel in
the big fish he had caught.

The fish was still fighting and leaping out of the water.  It had been
identified by some of the crewmen as a marlin.  Derek sensed that it
was near exhaustion and death.  However, the fish would keep on
fighting the line hooked into its mouth until its energy ran out
completely.

Derek: << Bloody wanker! >>

Scott laughed.

Derek: << I don't have a lot of time for these guys who get off on
killing big game animals, or fish just for the fun of it.  This guy
Reinerz is just like the guys who go killing off rhinos and lions and
elephants just so they can be great white hunters and bag one more
trophy for their trophy room. >>

The invisible supermen flew over to the hooked marlin still fighting
on the end of the line about two kilometres (1.2 miles) away from the
boat.  They were treated to the spectacle close up of the big fish
leaping out of the water and thrashing about trying in a desperate
panic to free itself from the thing snagged in its mouth.

Derek saw that it was a big old female marlin.  He felt saddened that
such a beautiful animal was about to die.  He knew that even if he had
freed the hook from its mouth the fish would soon die.  It was an old
fish and its age was showing.  Its long struggle had set in train
irreversible metabolic changes in its body that would kill it soon
anyway.  Free or hooked, it would inevitably die.

Scott telepathically piggybacked on Derek with interest.

Derek reached out to Sue the tiger shark telepathically.  He sensed
that the shark had already detected the thrashing marlin and was
approaching.  He reinforced the message that there was plenty of food
to be had.  The ravenously hungry tiger shark sped up her approach as
she homed in on the hooked marlin.

Derek and Scott dived down underwater to well below the jumping
marlin.  They had front row seats for the imminent spectacle.  Derek
remained telepathically attuned to Reinerz and the other people on
board 'La Chasseresse'.

Scott: << Why the tiger shark? >>

Derek: << Kill two birds with one stone.  Feed the shark so she won't
eat the baby boobies learning to fly and secondly shit Reinerz off big
time.  With luck Sue will have such a guts up on the marlin that she
won't need to eat for months. >>

The shark appeared and cautiously approached the thrashing marlin.
The marlin saw the shark and intensified its struggles.  It was
terrified even more.

Scott was reminded of the time years ago when he and a friend were
taking the friend's new puppy dog for a walk in the streets around
Ringtail Springs.  The puppy struggled and jumped around on the end of
his leash.  He would pull away backwards, then toss his head and jump
around.  An adult German Shepherd Dog came up for a sniff.  The puppy
thrashed around, screamed and struggled even more on the end of the
leash.  He was terrified of the much bigger dog but the German
Shepherd only wanted a sniff.  Scott distracted the German Shepherd by
patting him, hugging him and loving him up.  His friend made good his
escape back home with the puppy while the German Shepherd was lapping
up all the attention from Scott.

The marlin was not much smaller than the tiger shark but it was
equally as terrified as the puppy was.  However, it was doomed.

The shark took a large bite out of the belly of the thrashing marlin.
The marlin jumped and went rigid.  Blood gushed out from the gaping
hole in its body into the water dyeing the water red.  The shark
gulped down the mouthful, came in again and took another large bite
out of the marlin's body.  The marlin trembled all over.  It stopped
struggling.  It was dying.

Reinerz started reeling the marlin in to the boat two kilometres away.
The shark saw the marlin's body moving and took more large bites out
of the body.  She noshed in vigorously, tearing the carcass apart.
Bits of shredded flesh floated down towards the supermen watching down
below.  Blood stained the water red.

"Holy shit!" yelled Reinerz.  "Some goddamned mother-fucking shark is
eating my marlin.  Someone get the varmint now!"

Duncan, a big muscular young New Zealander and a crewman on the big
game boat, picked up the old .303 bolt-action rifle and fired a shot
at the shark's fin.  He missed.  The range was extreme.  The bullet
bounced off the water.

The marlin's carcass sank down deeper into the water as it lost
buoyancy.  The shark followed the carcass down, tearing off large
chunks of flesh with her saw-toothed maw.  She gobbled down the
marlin-meat hurriedly.  She gorged herself on the marlin's rapidly
disappearing body.  She was like a combined shredder and garbage
disposal unit.  Bits of meat floated down into the depths.  The
shark's belly bulged and still she kept eating.

Scott: << Appalling table manners! >>

Derek laughed.

Scott: << What a messy eater!  She makes a hungry dog look as nice and
genteel as Mrs Chrissie Watson! >>

Derek shook with laughter.  He knew of the good lady of the church
from Scott's memories.  She was a friend of Scott's grandmother.

Finally all that was left of the marlin was its head.  Sue the shark
was full.  Her belly bulged enormously.  Gone were her sleek trim
lines.  She bulged like a big fat sow.  She swam slowly off into the
deeper water.  This feed was going to last her several months.

This year the baby boobies learning to fly were safe from being eaten
by the marauding predator lurking underwater in the lagoon.  A lot
more would make it into adulthood.

The remora had also gorged himself on bits of leftover marlin flesh.
He swam off after the shark and reattached himself to her as she
slowly swam off into the depths of the ocean.

Earl Reinerz reeled in the two kilometres of slack line.  When the
winch hauled the marlin's head trailing a few tattered rags of flesh
onto the deck, Reinerz's eyes bulged with rage.  He let loose a
torrent of invective.  Pearl, his wife, tried to soothe him but with
no effect.  He became even angrier when he heard muffled giggles from
some of the other passengers, his friends, as they looked over the
poor battered remains of the marlin.

He unbuckled himself from his fishing seat and stood glowering over
the marlin's head.

"What the fuck am I going to do with this goddamned heap of shit?" he
demanded.

"Sir, you could always stuff it and mount it," said Terry.  He was a
small slim young Englishman and a member of the ship's crew.

At that, Reinerz gave a bellow of rage and charged at Terry.  He was a
big, strongly built man who was surprisingly agile for his age.  Terry
scarpered.  Reinerz chased after him and ran smack bang into Duncan's
solid muscular form.

"Outa my way," shouted Reinerz.  "I'm gonna kill that lousy little
Limey cocksucker."

Duncan held onto Reinerz long enough for Captain Jacques de
Montmorillon and Pearl Reinerz to catch up.

"Darling, you mustn't get so angry.  You know it's bad for your blood
pressure."  Pearl tried to soothe her raging husband.

Earl ignored her.

"Sir, your attention, if you please," said Captain de Montmorillon in
a commanding voice.

Reinerz glared at him.

"Sir, if you please," continued the captain suavely.  "I command this
ship and I am responsible for the discipline of my crew members.  It
would be a most unfortunate calamity if you were to become responsible
for the murder of a silly little boy."

"Hell no, I wasn't going to kill him," replied Reinerz.  "I was just
going to rough him up a little."

"Nevertheless, Mr Reinerz, it is my responsibility to discipline the
crew.  I insist upon that.  I shall inflict a suitable punishment upon
Terry."

"OK."  Earl Reinerz was willing to let the captain handle things for
the time being.

The captain despatched Marcel the bosun to go and retrieve Terry.
They returned shortly.  Terry was looking apprehensive.

The captain addressed Terry.

"Terrence, that remark you made to Mr Reinerz was most ill-considered
and unfortunate.  It exacerbated a sorrowful occasion.  You must
apologise to him."

Terry reddened.  He turned to Reinerz who was looking at him
thunderously.

"I'm sorry, sir," he said.  "I was trying to get you to look on the
bright side."

"Bright side be damned," muttered Reinerz.

The captain said, "Now to assist you in the contemplation of your
folly, Terry, you shall assist Raelene in the galley this day.  You
shall peel the potatoes, wash the utensils and perform all other
duties that she directs you to do.  Go now to the galley and report to
Raelene."

Terry's face fell.  Raelene was the ship's chef and a formidable
woman.  Even Earl Reinerz respected her.  However, she did serve up
excellent meals.  Captain de Montmorillon thought it extraordinary
that an Australian could cook so well.  It was often difficult for him
to find a good chef for his ship.

Terry slunk off.

Captain de Montmorillon picked up the deck phone and called the
galley.  Raelene's distinctive Sydney-side twang rang out from the
speaker.  The captain told her that Terry was on his way down to
assist her by peeling the potatoes and so on as well as the reason for
him being sent down to her.

"Aye, aye, mon capitaine.  I'll make him repent of his sins.  Don't
you worry about that."

She hung up.

"Aw, you can't help feeling sorry for the little guy," opined Pearl.

Earl smiled grimly.

The captain put his arm around Reinerz's shoulders.

"Come with me to my cabin, my friend," he said.  "I have an excellent
Armagnac to share with you.  Let us forget this sorrowful occasion."

"Sure thing," replied Reinerz.  "While you're at it, let's blow this
joint.  Let's go some place else."

"Certainly, Mr Reinerz."

The captain gave the necessary orders to the first mate to get the
ship moving.  He took Reinerz to his cabin.

Now that the show was over, the other passengers drifted away.  The
crew resumed their normal duties.  Pearl Reinerz minced over to Duncan
and tapped him on the chest.

"I'm free tonight, Duncan, if you're still available," she said in a
low seductive voice.

"Sure thing."  Duncan smiled a slow sexy smile.  "I'm game."

"Ooh, great.  I love to feel your big strong young muscles and your
big strong young body and your big strong young cock."

They kissed each other lightly on the lips.  They parted and left the
deck.

Marcel was in the shadows.  He saw and heard everything.  His eyes
were round with amazement.

He was disgusted by Duncan's taste in women.  He found rich coarse old
American women repulsive.  However, he had to admire the young New
Zealander's courage.  It was remarkable.

Scott: << Looks like an interesting night tonight. >>

Derek: << Yeah.  The captain is going to get Reinerz drunk on Armagnac
and one of his crewmen is going to screw Reinerz's wife. >>

Scott: <+ Armagnac? +>

Derek: << Very posh French brandy. >>

Others of Derek's friends chimed in with a quick description of what
it was.

Hal's son Tom: << Very Special Old Plonk. >>

The two supermen remained underwater.  They heard the diesel motors of
'La Chasseresse' speed up as she started heading away from Holey
Dollar Island.  They had been turning over keeping the vessel in
position off the island.  The water was far too deep for the ship to
cast anchor.  Soon 'La Chasseresse' reached full speed ahead.  The
supermen felt the vibrations of the diesel motors and the propellers
through the water as the vessel forged ahead towards the horizon.

Sue the shark had disappeared from sight into the ocean depths some
time ago.  It was going to take her many months to digest her huge
meal.

Scott: << You know, I was just thinking.  I've always wanted a dog but
my parents wouldn't let me.  I'd like something like a blue heeler or
a kelpie.  I guess what I really want is a German Shepherd Dog but Mum
absolutely freaked when I told her that. >>

Derek: << Well, you've got me.  Ruff! >>

Scott hugged him.  They hugged and kissed underwater.  They relished
the feel of each other's muscular bodies rubbing against one another.

After a while, Derek suggested that they go ashore on the island.
They bobbed up to the surface.  It was late in the afternoon.  The sun
was low in the western sky.

Just for fun the two supermen swam to the island.  They bodysurfed on
the big ocean rollers and came ashore at the surfing beach on the
western side of the island near the derelict buildings and the
overgrown plantation.  When they reached the shallows they walked hand
in hand up to the white sandy beach.

They crossed the beach and walked up onto the thick lush green grass
underneath the trees.  It was a warm balmy evening.

Scott: << What would happen if I tried to commit suicide? >>

Derek turned and looked at him.  He put his hands on Scott's shoulders
and looked him directly in the eye.

Derek: << I wouldn't let you. >>

Scott saw into Derek's mind and felt the flaming passionate love that
Derek had for Scott.  There was absolutely no way that Derek would
countenance Scott's death.  Derek simply would not allow Scott to die.
He loved Scott too much.  He was afire with love for Scott.

Scott: << But what if a superman, any superman, wanted to die? >>

Derek: << No one would let him.  All his lovers and friends would stop
him.  They would help him through his depression or whatever is making
him want to die.  They would support him with all their love.  In any
case, God would be pretty pissed off if a superman wanted to die.  He
would see it as the superman shirking his job.  No superman or
superwoman has ever committed suicide.  No one has even come close.
Life's too good as a superhuman to ever want to die. >>

Scott: << I was just thinking if I died now, I would die a happy guy.
Life's beautiful with you. >>

Derek: << Scott, I love you.  You will never die.  You are immortal
like me.  I want you to be alive and with me for ever and ever. >>

Scott: << Amen! >>

He pulled Derek to him and planted a passionate kiss hard on his lips.
Derek responded with equal passion.  Their lips locked together.
Their tongues intertwined inside their mouths.  Derek's hands roved
eagerly over Scott's powerful body.  He revelled in Scott's
magnificent cobblestone abdomen.  He revelled in Scott's massive
pectorals, shoulders and arms.  He delighted in the hard hemispheres
of muscle that formed Scott's perfect bubble butt.

Their cocks stiffened quickly.  Their mighty forty-centimetre (16-
inch) penises stood erect sandwiched between the hard cobblestone
bellies of the two powerful musclemen writhing together in their
passionate clinch.  They leaked precum.

Scott: << Fuck me, Derek.  I want to feel your big thick hard cock
inside me up my arse.  Fuck me hard. >>

Derek was ready to go.  He did a quick telepathic check on 'La
Chasseresse' and sensed that the ship was many kilometres away.  She
was heading further away at full speed.  There was no chance of any
interference.

He focussed his attention on Scott again.

Scott fell back onto the thick soft lush green grass pulling Derek on
top of him.  They continued their passionate clinch.  Their lips
remained locked together.  Their rock hard cocks leaked precum
liberally as they rubbed against each other and against the other
man's body.

Derek broke the clinch, leaned back up and looked down at Scott who
was panting with passion.  He admired Scott's magnificent body
illuminated by the rays of the setting sun.  He loved the massive hard
bulge of Scott's pectoral muscles, the mountainous cobblestone eight-
pack of muscle of Scott's abdomen, Scott's broad, thickly muscled
shoulders, the huge heroic bulging muscles of Scott's arms and Scott's
huge size.

He could see into Scott's mind and saw that the admiration was mutual.
Scott loved Derek's massively muscular body just as much as Derek
loved his.

"Scott, you are absolutely glorious," said Derek softly.  "You are
utterly beautiful.  You are utterly magnificent.  I love you body and
soul."

Scott responded by grasping Derek around the waist and grinding their
groins together.  Their erect penises rubbed together and against each
other's hard bodies.

Scott switched on his lubricant force field and Derek did the same.
Their skins were now deliciously slippery.

Scott put his hand around both their erect cocks and held them
together.  He delighted in rubbing his hand up and down the rock-like
veiny shafts feeling their slippery hardness.

Derek groaned.  He was reaching a high pitch of sexual excitement.  He
loved the feel of Scott's big hand sliding up and down their penile
shafts held together.  He loved seeing the mighty muscles of Scott's
magnificent arm bulging hugely as Scott moved his hand up and down
their conjoined cocks.  It was excruciatingly exciting.  His orgasm
was approaching.  Scott's was too.

They both locked down their approaching orgasms.  They stayed on the
high plateau of exquisite sexual tension.  They moaned and growled in
their sexual heat like two wild animals.

After a while Scott removed his hand and put both of them on Derek's
buttocks.  He wanted to be fucked desperately.

Derek slid down Scott's hard body bulging with muscle.  Scott raised
his huge tree trunks of thighs each side of Derek's waist.  Derek
placed his peach-sized cock head against Scott's anal pucker.  He
pushed gently.  His cock slid into Scott's anus easily.  It was
lubricated by a small repulsive force field, as was Derek's cock.

The cock head of Derek's penis bumped up against Scott's prostate that
was swollen with sexual tension.  Scott gasped and groaned.  Derek
withdrew a little and bumped Scott's prostate with his cock head
again.  He did this several times.  Scott groaned passionately.  He
found it incredibly stimulating.

Scott grabbed onto Derek's buttocks and pulled on them.  He was trying
to force Derek's mighty hard penis all the way into himself.  Derek
relented.  Scott's efforts caused Derek's rock hard cock to thrust up
his anus all the way through his bowels until the entire forty-
centimetre (16-inch) length was buried up to the hilt in Scott's
heaving torso.  Scott bulged all over with huge hard tense muscles.

Scott wrapped his legs around Derek's torso.  He put his hands on
Derek's shoulders.

Derek began thrusting his penis with long strokes into Scott's
arsehole.  He withdrew it until the cock head was held in by Scott's
tight anal sphincters.  Then he thrust it in, bumping the cock head
against Scott's prostate and pushing it further in up Scott's bowels
past his internal organs until it came to rest against Scott's
pounding heart.

After several of these thrusts Scott released the block on his orgasm
in and exploded with a joyous gush of semen.  It boiled up out of his
contracting groin and was pumped out under pressure along the length
of his penis until it gushed out the end.  Scott cried out in his
sexual relief.  Energy flooded into him prolonging his orgasm hugely.
The strong muscles in his pelvis contracted rhythmically around
Derek's thrusting penis.  This greatly stimulated Derek filling him
with wondrous sensations.

Derek kept on thrusting his penis into Scott's arsehole.  He enjoyed
to the full fucking Scott's mighty body.  He loved ramming his cock
its full length into Scott's tremendously muscular torso and feeling
Scott's heart pounding against his cock head at the end of each
stroke.  He loved feeling the muscles inside Scott's torso contracting
rhythmically and orgasmically around his penis.

Scott had tapped into the Primal Energy Source.  Derek did also.  This
was the privilege of all superhumans.  Scott was launched into a
gigantic wave train of orgasmic tsunami.  It seemed never ending.

Derek revelled in Scott's huge series of orgasms.  He kept on
ploughing Scott, stimulating Scott even more.  Scott howled in his
orgasmic ecstasy.

Finally Derek bowed to Scott's orgasmic tumult and released the block
on his own pent up orgasm.  With all his strength he rammed his cock
up Scott's arsehole into the innermost depths of Scott's mighty torso
until his cock head came to rest against Scott's hammering heart.  He
roared mightily into orgasm.  His hot semen boiled up from deep inside
his groin and testicles and gushed as a torrent into the core of
Scott's magnificently muscular body.  Like a raging torrent his semen
poured into Scott's intestines inflaming them with fire.

Their orgasms entwined around one another telepathically and formed a
giant pillar of fire.  Each man's orgasm fed on the other's orgasm
forming a runaway positive feedback loop.  Both men ascended to the
heights of orgasm.  They reached superhuman orgasmic joy.  They were
in a state of uttermost bliss as their orgasms combined together and
reinforced each other.

They continued in a state of pumping orgasmic bliss for many hours.
They did not notice the sun set.  Neither did they notice night fall
and the stars come out.  They were oblivious to the evening chorus of
the seabirds coming home to roost on the island.  The pounding of the
surf on the beach was drowned out by their orgasmic tumult.

Finally they descended from the high mountain peaks of orgasmic joy.
Their orgasms were spent like a great wave crashing on a sandy beach
and the waters running up the shore until they could run no higher and
they ran back down to the sea again.

Derek lay in Scott's arms quietly.  His cock was still stiff up
Scott's arse.  They were in a state of relaxed post-orgasmic bliss.
They revelled in each other's love.

It was long after nightfall.  Scott lay on his back with Derek in his
arms and looked up at the stars shining through the palm trees.  He
was completely happy.

Their minds remained linked together.  Derek rested his head on the
bulging pillows of Scott's pectoral muscles.  He was totally relaxed
except for his penis.

Scott was curious about Albert.  Derek allowed him to riffle through
his memories.  Scott was surprised to find all Albert's memories there
in Derek's mind too.  Those from the First World War were horrific.
Scott found it hard to understand how men such as Albert could
withstand such murderous inhumanity and still function.  He left them
quickly.

He went to the memories of the sexual intercourse between Derek and
Albert in the Ozone Plaza Hotel in Durban.  He was fascinated to
compare the two sets of memories, Derek's and Albert's.  Derek saw
Albert as a hunky little pocket Hercules who was sheer joy to fuck.
Albert saw Derek as a mighty muscular sex god who fucked him up his
arse and pleasured him in ways that Albert never thought possible.
Albert was amazed and overjoyed that Derek had so much stamina and
could fuck him into exalted states of rapture.  Derek could fuck him
with his huge cock without hurting him at all.  That was something
that had not happened for years.  Albert and Derek had a wonderful and
blissful time together.  It was a horrid wrench to part.

Scott saw how Albert's memories of the real time line and the stub
time line merged together when Albert was in Heaven.  He also saw how
all Albert's memories were dumped into Derek's mind while the two of
them were merged with God.  He understood now.

He lay in the grass looking up at the stars through the trees.  He
stroked the hair of Derek's head resting on his chest.  Derek's cock
was still stiff up his arse.  His own cock was still stiff and
sandwiched between them.

He picked up Derek's head and planted a big sloppy wet kiss on his
lips.

Scott: << That trick with sticking the cock up the belly button might
be worth a try. >>

Derek smiled and sucked on Scott's nipple.  He delighted to feel it
swelling in his mouth.  Scott moaned with the sudden pleasure.

Derek: << Mate, I'll do anything with you. >>

Both their cocks were still ramrod stiff.  Derek withdrew his cock
partially from Scott's arsehole.  Because both their cocks were forty
centimetres (16 inches) long, it took some contortion on both their
parts for Scott to get his cock head placed against Derek's belly
button.  He gave a thrust and it slid into Derek's navel tube easily.
Derek pushed his penis back into Scott's anus.  Quickly they both had
their penises inserted full length into each other's torsos.

They lay together appreciating the situation.  Scott was very excited
to feel Derek's internals pulsating against his rock hard cock.  He
felt Derek's heart hammering against his cock part way down the shaft.
His cock head was at the base of Derek's throat inside his massively
muscled chest.

Derek let Scott know that his internal plumbing had been rearranged by
God so that any semen ejaculated into his belly button tube was pumped
back down into his groin, mixed with his own semen and ejaculated out
of his penis into his fuck partner.

He offered to rearrange Scott's internal plumbing in a similar
fashion.  Scott agreed.

Derek set a checkpoint in Scott's body so that Scott's body could be
restored back to its former state easily.

Derek: << You don't want to be shitting out of your cock. >>

He connected up Scott's clean shitless colon to his groin.  The result
was that any semen ejaculated into his bowels would be pumped back
into his groin and there mixed with his own semen and ejaculated out
of his own penis back into Derek.  They would be recycling each
other's semen through each other's bodies.

Scott: << Oh wow! >>

Derek: << Ready? >>

Scott was ready.

They started thrusting in synchrony into one another.  Scott's penis
was sliding into Derek's navel tube and thrusting full length deep
into Derek's torso.  Derek's penis was sliding in through Scott's anus
into his rectum and full length into his colon right up against his
pounding heart.

They thrust into each other.  The sensations were exquisitely
overpowering.

Scott revelled in feeling Derek's mighty body pulsing vigorously
against his cock.  Derek felt incredibly alive.  The thick powerful
muscles of Derek's abdomen were alternately contracting and relaxing
around the shaft of his penis.  They worked hard as Derek thrust his
own cock into Scott's anus.  It was a wonderful feeling.  Scott rammed
his cock up past Derek's hammering heart until it reached the top of
Derek's chest just under his throat.

At the same time he felt Derek's great cock ramming up inside him past
his prostate, through his rectum and into his colon and pushing aside
his internal organs until it came up against his pounding heart.  He
could feel telepathically Derek's sensations as well.

Derek revelled in thrusting his big thick cock up into Scott's
massively muscular torso up through his tight anus.  At the end of
each thrust his cock head came up against Scott's pounding heart.

At the same time he felt Scott's big thick cock thrusting up through
his navel through his thick abdominal muscles up through his abdomen
into his chest past his heart until it came to rest at the base of his
throat.

Their minds were telepathically linked together.  They shared each
other's sensations.  It was wonderful and incredible feeling what the
other was feeling.  Both felt each thrust from the other.  Their
bodies thrummed with sexual energy.

Neither had locked down his orgasm.

After a few strokes Derek blew first.  He thrust his cock deep into
Scott and ejaculated his semen deep into Scott's torso next to his
heart.  His exploding orgasm triggered Scott's explosion into orgasm.
Scott likewise thrust as deep as he could into Derek's belly button
and ejaculated his semen into the top of Derek's chest.  They clung
together crying out loud as storms of orgasms thundered through their
bodies.  Their groins pulsated vigorously as semen squirted in great
gouts deep into each other's bodies.  The semen was in turn pumped
down into each man's groin, mixed with his semen and squirted out of
his penis deep into the other man's torso.  Each man's semen was
recycled through the other before being pumped back into him.  Their
semen cycled through each other in an endless loop.

Their orgasms melded telepathically together in a great big pillar of
fire that consumed them both but left them intact.  They were two
overloaded nuclear reactors melting down together into a pool of
white-hot molten radioactive metal.  They were two suns colliding
together and combining into one with a huge explosion of energy that
illuminated the galaxy.  They were two masculine souls locked together
in a mighty rut like two ferocious stags.

Huge amounts of energy poured into them from the Primal Energy Source
prolonging their combined orgasms enormously.

They were caught up into a gigantic endless wave train of orgasmic
tsunami.  They were rammed into one another with white-hot orgasmic
bliss.  They were locked together by titanic waves of ecstasy.  They
were two brave hearts daring the impossible and climbing the most
exalted peaks of rapturous love.  They were two blue giant stars
locked together exchanging the holy fire of love before falling into
one another.  They were two mighty warriors slaking their boundless
lust and love in each other's tremendously muscular and powerful
bodies aflame with orgasmic rapture.  They were two supermen with
powers unimaginable to ordinary mortals using their powers to pleasure
each other to the highest peaks of ecstatic rapture.

Endless amounts of their semen cycled and recycled through their
bodies spurring their combined orgasms on and on.  They were filled
with each other's spunk.  They were locked together in endless
orgasmic love.

Many hours passed.  They did not hear the chorus of seabirds greeting
the approaching dawn.  They did not see the sun rise up from the sea
and flood the world with golden light.  They did not notice the palm
fronds rattling in the dawn wind.  They were totally melded into one
another.  Their throbbing penises were still plunged deep into each
other's bodies.  They were still afire with the orgasm that consumed
them both.

Finally they came down from the starry heights of their rapture.  The
orgasmic storm shaking them both petered out.

They lay together replete with bliss.  Their stiff cocks were still
inside one other.  Derek lay in Scott's arms with a great big happy
smile.  Scott lay in the grass stroking Derek's hair as Derek's head
lay on his chest.  He loved the feel of the weight of Derek's muscular
body lying on his own.  They kissed sleepily.  They dozed off with
Derek still lying on top of Scott and their penises still inserted in
one another.

"Hey guys.  Grub's up."  Lou's stentorian voice echoed through the
chambers of Derek's and Scott's dreams.

Derek and Scott both woke up.  Scott startled and grabbed hold of
Derek.  Derek quickly reassured him.  Scott relaxed and took in the
two people looking at them.

"Hi, Louie.  You come to watch the fun?" said Derek in a slow sleepy
drawl.

"Nah.  I just come by to let you know I've been cooking up breakfast
for you guys.  It's in the pavilion by the sea when you're ready."

Derek saw the woman with Lou.  He reached out to her with his
telepathic sense and discovered that she too was a telepath.  She was
a very new telepath not yet superhuman.  She was aware of his
telepathic contact.  She was also very embarrassed.  She was blushing.
She was acutely uncomfortable to see two big, hugely muscular naked
men, one lying on top of the other.  It was obvious to her that the
two men had been having sex together.  She felt that she was intruding
on a very private moment.

Derek observed her.  She was a well-rounded, plumpish woman with curly
red hair and bright blue eyes.  She had full round breasts and a
somewhat protuberant tummy.  She looked to be in her thirties.  She,
like Lou, was naked.

"Hi," said Derek to her amiably.  "You must be Brenda."

She squirmed with embarrassment.

"Yes," she replied quietly.

She cuddled up to Lou.

"Listen you guys, breakfast is in the pavilion," said Lou to Derek and
Scott.  "You'll see it.  See you there."

Scott: << What pavilion?  I didn't know one existed on this island. >>

"I magicked one into existence," said Lou.  "Come and see."

He hoisted Brenda onto his broad back and flew up through the trees
into the air.

Derek and Scott made their penises soften.  They separated with some
reluctance.

They ran into the surf and swam out into the ocean.  It was good to
swim in the salt water after a hard night's fucking.  They frolicked
in the water together like a pair of dolphins.  They were about a
kilometre (0.6 miles) offshore.  They hugged and kissed and splashed
one another and dived and hugged and kissed one another again.

Scott: << Where's this pavilion of Lou's? >>

Derek scanned the coast and homed in telepathically on Lou and Brenda.
He saw the palm-thatched structure on a sandy promontory a couple of
kilometres (over a mile) away on the northern coast of the island.  It
had not been there before.  Scott knew through his link to Derek.

Scott: << Is Brenda the lady Lou's been fucking? >>

He realised that both Lou and Brenda had tuned into his thoughts.

Lou: << Yeah, she is. >>

Lou was full of love for her.  He had switched on her telepathy during
a night of passionate fucking.  She was still very new and getting
used to the idea.  She was beside herself with love for her big Louis.
She thought she had gone to Heaven, even more so when she discovered
Lou's super powers.  It was wonderful to go flying on his back nearly
half way across the world to a tropical island in the Indian Ocean.
However, she was still trying to get used to the idea of going before
God, pledging to serve Him forever and becoming a superwoman herself.

Derek took off up out of the water, skimmed across the waves to the
pavilion on the promontory and landed with a thump on the pavilion's
wooden decking.

Lou: << Hey!  Grand entrance, buddy. >>

Derek laughed.

Scott followed Derek across the water into the pavilion.  He landed
lightly on the decking.

Lou looked at Scott.

Lou: << Derek, you sure pick some nice fuck buddies.  This one's
glorious. >>

Scott coloured.

Scott: << My name is Scott. >>

"Hi, Scott," said Lou unperturbed.  "Great to meet you!"

Brenda giggled.

"Come and eat breakfast," said Lou.  "It's ready."

Breakfast consisted of hash browns, sausages, fried eggs, steak and
toast.  Ketchup was provided.

The men helped themselves to the stack of food cooked up by Lou.  They
sat around the table.  Scott and Derek ate with relish.

Brenda did not eat because she had already eaten lunch back at the
Mount Remarkable Community in South Australia.

Afterwards they sat enjoying the excellent coffee provided by Lou.
They looked out over a bright and shining sea.  The morning sun was
still low enough in the sky to illuminate the sea with millions of
sparkles reflected off the waves.

Scott: << Lou, how come you're so involved with this island and Sue
the tiger shark? >>

Lou: << Long story. >>

Lou was a keen diver.  He had been a dive instructor on the dive boats
operating out of Cairns in Queensland to the Great Barrier Reef.  He
had been trained up as a superman by Hal and he came to live at the
Community at Mount Remarkable.  He had become a lover of Bruce
Ravensthorpe who owned Mount Remarkable Station and leased the land to
the Community of which he was a member.

Brenda expressed astonishment.  << Are you the lover of Bruce
Ravensthorpe, the Land Holder? >>

Lou: << Sure am. >>

Brenda: << But I thought he was married with children. >>

Lou: << He sure is.  I'm one of several lovers he has. >>

Brenda blinked with surprise.

Derek: << In the Community people share themselves around.  Everyone
does it.  Don't worry.  You'll get used it.  I got well and truly
fucked by heaps of people while I was there.  Hal's sons really did me
over for instance.  I did a fair bit of fucking too. >>

Brenda: << Bless me! >>

Lou: << Consider yourself blessed. >>

Lou continued.  Bruce had invited Lou to look at his coin collection.
One of the prize pieces was a New South Wales holey dollar and dump
set in excellent condition.  This was a Spanish eight real coin that
had the centre punched out.  The holed coin was given the value of
five shillings and the round piece of silver punched out had the value
of one shilling and threepence.  This was to help alleviate the
shortage of British currency in the colony early in the nineteenth
century.  Nowadays a holey dollar and dump set are worth between
twenty thousand and one hundred thousand dollars.

Lou had been inspecting the holey dollar and dump in Bruce's
collection.  Bruce had come up behind Lou and fucked him.  Lou had
squirted his semen all over the coins.  He had been surprised by joy.

Later on, Lou had searched for information on the holey dollar on the
Internet and had discovered Holey Dollar Island in the Indian Ocean.
It was known as an excellent dive site because of its reef and lagoon.
There was a warning about tiger sharks however.  Lou read up on the
history of the island from the time the French had claimed it through
the time the British took it from the French up to the time it became
part of the Republic of Seychelles when it achieved independence from
Britain.

Lou had suggested to Bruce that they go and visit the island.  They
were having a wonderful fuck in the lagoon when Sue the tiger shark
attacked them and tried to eat them.  In the encounter she had lost
all her teeth and had gone hungry for months.  That was the first time
she had tried to eat supermen fucking in the lagoon.  She had repeated
the experience several times.  By the time Scott and Derek had their
splendid fuck in the lagoon Sue had learnt her lesson and avoided
eating supermen.

Lou became interested in Sue the tiger shark.  He had named her after
a difficult manager who had sacked him.  He was interested in her and
had tracked her movements telepathically.  He was also interested in
all the things that happened on the island, particularly the dynamics
of the wildlife populations on the island.

He put his mighty arm around Brenda's shoulders.  She cuddled up to
him.  He kissed her.

They looked out over the bright and shining sea.

Lou: << Makes you glad to be alive. >>

Derek: << Wouldn't be dead for quids. >>

He looked at Scott with a grin.  Scott smiled, put an arm around
Derek's shoulders and planted a big wet sloppy kiss on his lips.
Derek ran his hand through Scott's thick black curly hair.

Brenda giggled.  She still felt a little uncomfortable about the idea
of two men having sex together.

Lou: << OK, guys.  Keep it clean.  Brenda still has a lot to get used
to around here. >>

Scott and Derek separated.

Derek looked at the sun.  He calculated that it would be mid-afternoon
in New South Wales.  He reached out telepathically to his friends back
in Australia and confirmed his calculation.

He looked at Scott.  He wanted to buy some groceries for the garage
loft at the old Valley Road hotel.  There was little time left.

Derek: << We'd better get cracking, mate, if we're to get to the
supermarket in Ringtail before it closes for Christmas. >>

He wanted to let people know he was back in town.

Scott was agreeable.  They took their leave of Lou and Brenda and flew
out over the water.  They climbed up high into the ionosphere and
rocketed eastward at hypersonic speed back over the Indian Ocean and
the Australian deserts.  They came to a halt high over Ringtail
Springs.

Derek gave Scott a quick telepathic lesson in jumping through
hyperspace.  He did not want Scott crashing through the roof of the
garage.  Scott learnt quickly.

They dropped down rapidly towards the hotel and garage on Valley Road.
Derek jumped into the loft and landed softly on the floor.  Scott
followed him in.  There was no crash and no falling iron and timbers.
Scott made the jump through hyperspace smoothly.

Derek scanned the kitchen and made a list of what he wanted.

Scott found his work boots, socks and baseball cap on the loft floor
near the bed.  He had left them there the previous day.  He put them
on.  He rolled his thick dark blue socks down to the tops of his
boots.  All he wanted now was a pair of shorts.  There was no way that
he was going to wear the hideous batik sarong again.

Derek showed him how to create clothes out of nothingness.  First one
created the thought form of the clothes required and then filled the
thought form with substance.  The other alternative was to jump into
the 'clothes shop' in the in-between world and make the selection
there.

Scott magicked into existence a brief dark blue pair of short shorts
or stubbies like the ones he wore as work shorts when working for his
father.  They appeared on his body and covered his genitals and
buttocks but not much else.  He did not bother with underpants.

Scott: << Right!  I'm ready.  What about you? >>

Derek looked appreciatively at Scott's magnificently muscular,
chiselled and well-tanned body.  He wolf-whistled and grinned.

Derek: << You're not going like that, are you?  You'll cause a riot.
Really, you will. >>

Scott: << Of course I'm going like this!  I often go to town with just
a pair of shorts on.  I can't be bothered with a shirt, especially
when I've been working for Dad.  Especially on a hot day like today.
Yeah, sure, people stare at me.  They really did stare at me after I
took that Long Phat Kok stuff you gave me and made my muscles grow
really big.  I cop a feel from a few people too now and then.  Hey,
I'm a big boy now.  I can handle it. >>

Scott flexed both his arms in a spectacular double-biceps pose.  He
truly was magnificent.  His great big well-veined muscles bulged
splendidly.  His wonderful torso rippled with mighty bulging powerful
muscles.  His monumentally muscular chest tapered down in a convex V-
shape into his slim but muscle-packed waist.  His waist looked tiny
compared to his chest and it rippled with muscle.  His abdomen formed
eight hard cobblestones of muscle.  His mammoth thighs bulged with
great big powerful muscles.  Scott was utterly magnificent.  Derek
drank in the sight.

Derek: << You look better without the baseball cap. >>

Scott looked at himself in the big full-length mirror.  He took the
cap off, put it back on, and then took it off again.  He inspected his
black curly hair.

Derek came up behind him and cuddled up to him.  He put his hands
around Scott's waist and rested his chin on Scott's shoulder.

Scott: << I guess you're right. >>

Derek: << I think you're beautiful. >>

Scott tossed the cap onto the bed.

Derek looked at his moustache.  He considered that it made him look
older.  It was fine back in Durban in 1922 but it did not seem right
now.  He made his moustache disappear.  He liked his shaggy mop of
brown hair.

Scott was mildly disappointed.  << I think it makes you look sexy.
Mind you, you're pretty damn sexy without it too. >>

Derek: << I think I'd do better without it. >>

He looked at his image in the mirror.  He inspected his newly hairless
upper lip.  Scott put his arm around Derek's shoulders.  The two
splendidly muscular supermen stood next to one looking at their
reflections.  Derek was naked.  Scott wore short shorts.  They were a
magnificent pair.

Derek: << No, I don't really want a moustache now.  I like it as I am
without one. >>

Scott: << Whatever.  Just as you like.  Anyhow, what are you going to
wear? >>

Derek pondered.

Scott: << Be a devil and wear just a pair of stubbies and boots like
me.  It's like we've been grotting around in your old hotel making
sure everything's OK, like there are no leaky pipes. >>

Derek did as Scott suggested.  He magicked into existence on his body
a solid but scuffed pair of black leather work boots and a brief pair
of blue stubbies like Scott's.

Scott wolf-whistled appreciatively.

Scott: << You're hot, mate.  We'll be a sight, the two of us. >>

His eyes fell on Derek's shoulder tattoos.  He looked dubious.

Scott: << Some people aren't going to like it when they see those tats
of yours.  There're some real prudes in this town.  Maybe you should
wear a shirt after all. >>

Derek: << No problem. >>

With a flick of his will he made his tattoos fade from view.  Nothing
was visible except his brown well-tanned skin.

Derek: << I'm going shirtless if you are, mate. >>

Scott laughed.

They jumped downstairs.  Scott's old orange Ford utility was still
parked alongside Derek's Mitsubishi Pajero four-wheel-drive.  Scott
opened the door and discovered to his joy that he could fit into the
cab of his utility again.  He sat grinning in the driver's seat with
his hands on the steering wheel.  He offered to take Derek into town.
Derek accepted.

Derek opened the garage door.  Scott started his ute.  After a couple
of attempts the V8 motor roared into life.  He drove the ute outside.
Derek closed the door and got into the ute beside Scott.

They drove off down Valley Road into Ringtail Springs.

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Continued in Part 54.
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