Date: Sat, 4 Apr 2009 01:26:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wombat <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #56' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc Biker ) [ 56 ! ?? ]
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The Old Valley Road Hotel.
By Wombat.
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Chapter 6 Part 1: Christmas Day.
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Part 56: The Altar of Sacrifice.
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<< Scott. Derek. >>
The still small voice was insistent. It could not be ignored. It
kept on calling Scott and Derek who were enjoying the golden afterglow
of their tremendous series of orgasms.
Scott lay with his cock still stiff up Derek's arse on the big double
bed belonging to Scott's parents. Their sex had been wonderful. They
had both undergone a huge prolonged train of tsunami-like orgasms.
Scott's parents' bed had become wet through with Derek's semen. On
the walls of the bedroom large splats of Derek's semen dripped down
the striped wallpaper.
The two men roused themselves from their happy and fulfilled semi-
comatose state and kissed sensuously. Scott ran his hands over
Derek's slicked muscles bulging with power. He appreciated the
masculine beauty and strength of the man he was fucking. Derek's
muscular torso was awesome. Scott wrapped his huge muscular arms
around Derek and kissed him.
Scott: << Merry Christmas, mate! >>
Derek replied with a languid sloppy kiss. He wriggled happily on
Scott's mighty stiff penis up his arse.
Scott: << What a way to celebrate Christmas! >>
Derek agreed happily with a sleepy, fulfilled groan.
It was still dark outside the bedroom window but the western hills
were faintly lit by the lightening horizon in the east.
Scott and Derek paid attention to the still small voice of God calling
them.
God was calling them to celebrate their love on top of Mount
Wattabang.
This forested mountain towered over the town of Ringtail Springs. The
old Valley Road hotel stood at its foot. Valley Road wound around the
foot of the mountain along the river valley up to the intersection
with Browns Hill Road the other side of Mount Wattabang. Browns Hill
stood behind Mount Wattabang. It was lower.
God wanted Derek and Scott to consecrate with their love the
sacrificial altar that was the big granite block right at the very top
of Mount Wattabang. The block had been used for human sacrifices in
the past and the mountain was full of evil energies. God wanted Derek
and Scott to cleanse the mountain of evil by celebrating their love
with rollicking good sex on the granite block on the mountaintop.
The two men readily agreed.
God explained that He wanted Scott's semen to wash away the blood that
had been split on the top of Mount Wattabang. He required litres
(quarts) of Scott's semen. The reason for this was that Scott was a
living descendant of the last human sacrifice victim on Mount
Wattabang.
Scott agreed to God's request.
Immediately he felt a large bolt of divine energy thrust into him. He
gained five kilograms (11 pounds) of solid muscle on his arms, chest
and shoulders, bringing his weight up to 175 kilograms (385 pounds).
God rearranged Scott's spectacular abdominal eight-pack into an even
more spectacular and perfectly symmetrical ten-pack of hard chiselled
bulging muscles. Scott's slim waist was packed with muscle. With his
broad powerful shoulders, hard chiselled torso, massive arms and legs
bulging with huge extraordinarily defined muscles, Scott looked
freakishly muscular.
God increased Scott's masculine confidence. He increased the size and
sensitivity of Scott's prostate until it was the size of an apple and
exquisitely sensitive. Next, God supercharged Scott's balls. They
grew considerably in size and commenced pouring out large quantities
of semen into Scott's seminal vesicles located inside his pelvis.
Scott felt some discomfort as his seminal vesicles swelled up inside
him. They were becoming engorged with semen.
In addition, God gave Scott's semen the magical property that any man
who either swallowed it or had it squirted up his anus would have his
muscles grow much bigger. Scott's semen became a magic elixir for
muscle growth.
The time had come for them to go.
Derek restored the bedroom of Scott's parents back to its former state
using the checkpoint he had set earlier. The runnels of his semen
down the walls vanished miraculously. The bed magically reverted back
to its former neat and tidy state. The floor was clean.
The two supermen jumped out of the bedroom and flew up into the sky.
They could see spread out below them Ringtail Springs lit by the early
morning twilight. The old Valley Road hotel and the old garage next
to it were visible but in deep shadow at the foot of the mountain.
The dawn of Christmas Day was approaching.
They flew to Mount Wattabang and alighted on the mountaintop next to
the big pink granite block known as the altar of sacrifice. That was
the highest point of the mountain. Surrounding the block were tall
pink granite pillars further down the mountain slope. They gave the
scene a spooky surreal air even in broad daylight. They were
distinctly eldritch in the predawn twilight. The pillars looked as if
they formed some kind of Stonehenge but without the crossbars at the
top.
The thick forest petered out about thirty metres (100 feet) from the
granite pillars. Small shrubs, drying grass and succulent plants grew
on the stony ground up to the bases of the pillars.
The Archangel Michael appeared. He did not glow in the dark but he
was quite visible to the supermen in the predawn half-light. He
towered over them both.
Scott and Derek were full of questions. Scott wanted know how he was
related to the last human sacrifice victim on Mount Wattabang.
Michael transmitted to them a string of mental images. He knew the
whole story.
It was a terrible tale told only in whispers around Ringtail Springs.
Scott and Derek saw a party of men climbing up the mountain one dark
night in November 1888. They lit their way with flickering flaming
torches and lanterns. There were fourteen men in the party. They
reached the mountaintop.
One member of the party was a handsome, very muscular and powerfully
built man with blond curly hair and bright blue eyes. His name was
Sam Rigby. He looked like a champion body builder. The leader of the
party was a tall broad-shouldered man with striking features and a
mane of straight light-brown hair. He was Doctor Seth Forsythe. At
his invitation Sam Rigby stripped naked and lay down on the large pink
granite block at the top of the mountain. This block was known
locally as the altar of sacrifice. The other men tied Sam's powerful
limbs securely to four iron stakes driven into the ground around the
granite block. The torches were either pushed into the ground or into
holes in the surrounding granite pillars. Their flickering light gave
the scene a wickedly supernatural air. It was like a witches'
sabbath.
The thirteen other men started licking Sam's muscular naked body all
over until it was slick with their saliva. By this time Sam had a
raging erection. His big rock-hard penis stood up stiffly to
attention. Two of the men licked at Sam's penis, making it stiffer
still. It was dripping precum. Sam writhed in utmost pleasure. His
orgasm was approaching rapidly.
While Sam was totally distracted by many tongues licking his naked
body including his penis, Doctor Forsythe produced a large sharp
knife. With a swift motion he cut open Sam's chest from side to side.
Sam's screams were terrible. They echoed back and forth between the
granite pillars. Sam's screams turned to gasps and gurgles as air
rushed into his opened chest. Sam's huge muscles bulged as he
strained against the ropes restraining him. He was in agony.
Doctor Forsythe quickly cut out Sam's beating heart and held it high
for the admiration of the other men. It dripped blood down the
doctor's naked arm and onto the stone altar.
Sam died with one last frightful gurgle. His face contorted with
agony.
Doctor Forsythe divided Sam's heart into thirteen portions and gave a
portion to each of the thirteen men including himself. They each ate
their portion reverently. Next, Sam's large balls were cut up into
twenty-six pieces and divided up amongst the men who ate their two
portions. Sam's penis was sliced up and divided amongst the men.
Forsythe ate the cock head.
Doctor Seth Forsythe cut open Sam's belly from breastbone to pelvis.
He made a transverse cut across the belly just above the pelvis and
laid back the muscular walls of Sam's belly exposing Sam's internal
organs. Sam's body looked like a dissected laboratory rat. The
organs steamed in the cool night air. The stone altar ran red with
Sam's blood. Red runnels of blood streamed down the sides to the
ground.
Doctor Forsythe cut out some organs. He divided up the sacrificial
victim's kidneys and some of the liver amongst the men and they all
ate their share.
The doctor sliced up some of Sam's mighty muscles and shared the
slices around. Sam's huge bulging biceps were a favourite. However,
the muscles were tough and chewy. The men stood around the altar
chewing the slices of raw meat while lit by the flickering torchlight
and lamplight.
When the sacrificial meal was finished, the thirteen men took their
torches and lanterns and trooped off down the mountainside, leaving
Sam's body in darkness still tied to the stakes around the altar.
Scott and Derek watched the unfolding scene from more than a hundred
years ago with a horrid fascination. Michael continued.
A few days later, a band of hikers discovered Sam's horribly mutilated
body when they reached the mountaintop. It was in an even worse state
than when it was left by Doctor Forsythe's party. The crows, foxes,
dingoes, kites and eagles had feasted on the corpse. Parts of the
skeleton were showing through the rotting flesh. The appalled hikers
quickly raised the alarm.
The foul murder aroused considerable alarm in the community of
Ringtail Springs. The police investigated but could not find the
culprits. Detectives arrived by steam train from Sydney and took over
the investigation but still with no result.
The police were baffled by the circumstances of Sam's death. Sam was
a big strong young man. He was twenty-six years old. He was five
foot eleven inches (180 cm) tall and he weighed eighteen stone (252
lb, 115 kilograms) of strong hard solid muscle. He was known
throughout the district as being freakishly strong. It was said he
could lift a horse. The police could not understand how a big,
extraordinarily powerful and fit young man like Sam could have been
tied naked to the granite block and be cut open and have his internal
organs removed. They reasoned that he would have put up a terrific
fight. He was known to defeat many men at once in pub brawls.
Doctor Forsythe performed the autopsy on Sam Rigby's body and reported
that the heart, kidneys, penis, testicles and various other organs had
been cut out and were missing. Also cut out were Sam's biceps and
other muscles. The doctor found no indications of the identity of the
perpetrators of this terrible crime.
The police were troubled by the testimony of the Reverend Augustus
Smythe, the incumbent at that time of St Aidan's Church of England
(Anglican). Late one night shortly before the discovery of Sam
Rigby's body, the good clergyman was making astronomical observations
with his telescope. His son noticed a flickering glow coming from the
top of Mount Wattabang. The clergyman turned the telescope to the
mountaintop and observed the glow. He could not see what causing it
because his view was blocked by the trees surrounding the mountaintop.
There was no sound. It was not a bushfire because the glow did not
spread. A few hours later it had disappeared.
Sam Rigby had been the head stockman working for Archibald McBride, a
very wealthy landowner in the area. Archibald McBride was the great-
grandfather of George McBride. He was grief-stricken by Sam's
untimely death. He pushed hard for a satisfactory resolution of the
investigation.
What the police did not know was that Sam had an enormous sexual
appetite. In the twentieth century he would have been regarded as a
sex maniac. He was well known for his fine handsome good looks and
his magnificent herculean physique. He was a beautiful man who looked
like a Greek god. He had many lovers, both male and female. He had
fathered quite a number of children on young women around the
district. He had many men as lovers too. Michael informed Scott and
Derek that Archibald McBride was one of Sam's lovers. That was a deep
dark secret well hidden by the McBride family.
Archibald McBride was an ardent lover of Sam Rigby. In his diaries he
sang of his delight in having Sam's massive rigid organ inserted up
his anus. It was the most delightful experience on earth. He
delighted in Sam's powerfully muscled physique to the utmost. He
loved having Sam's thick muscular arms wrapped around him. He loved
Sam more than anyone else in the world. He took many photographs of
Sam naked.
After Archibald McBride's death, the family had burnt his diaries and
the more pornographic photographs. In 1990 his great-grandson George
McBride had donated Archibald's photographs to the local museum as art
studies. Archibald had been a keen photographer and had taken many
photographs of local identities, buildings and landscapes. He had
made an excellent record of Ringtail Springs and the surrounding
district in the latter half of the nineteenth century. The less
pornographic photographs of the naked herculean Sam Rigby were passed
off as an artistic part of that record.
The grief-stricken Archibald McBride had commissioned a remarkable
monument to mark Sam's grave in the graveyard of St Aidan's Church of
England (Anglican). Atop the granite plinth was a heroically muscular
marble statue of Sam holding a shepherd's crook and leaning against a
rock. Derek and Scott knew the statue well. It reminded Derek of a
statue of Hercules he had seen in a picture years ago. Both Scott and
Derek had come to the graveyard often and had admired the magnificent
muscular statue. Archibald McBride had paid 538 pounds for the
memorial, a huge sum for those days. The statue became well known and
admired. People said that the Sydney sculptor was a genius; he was
the colonial Michelangelo.
Sam Rigby had recently married. His pregnant young wife, Eleanor
Rigby, was so grief-stricken by his untimely death that she lost her
unborn baby, her only child. She was nineteen years old at the time.
She lived for another seventy-seven years performing many charitable
good works and died at the age of ninety-six years in 1965. Scott's
father Max knew the old widow always dressed in black. He was twelve
years old at the time she died. Eleanor Rigby was the first
inhabitant of Church Mews next to St Aidan's Church. She lived there
until her death. Archibald McBride had donated the money to build
Church Mews, a small street of eight cottages to house people deemed
worthy by the parish council of St Aidan's Church.
A singular pleasure enjoyed by Sam Rigby was that of being tied naked
to a table and then being licked all over his magnificent muscular
body by his male admirers. They would lick him all over as they
worshipped his mighty muscles. His body would become slick with their
saliva. His enormous penis would become a rampant raging erection.
Some would lick his armpits, some his nipples. Some would lick his
anus, causing him to go into paroxysms of bliss. Some would lick and
suck on his big balls in his scrotum. Others bolder would lick and
suck on his penis until his semen would spray all over them as a
blessed asperges. The spunk that had fallen on his body would then be
eagerly licked off by his admirers.
One who took part in these ceremonies of pleasure was Doctor Seth
Forsythe, the local medical practitioner. He also used to like hiking
around the district. He climbed Mount Wattabang often. He was
fascinated by the place, particularly the big granite block on the top
of the mountain. 'Wattabang' was a corruption of the local Aboriginal
name meaning place of evil, or Mount Terrible. The local Aborigines
avoided the mountain; they regarded it as a place of ill omen.
One day Doctor Forsythe sat on the granite block on the mountaintop.
Crows cawed in the surrounding forest. Evil entered his heart. He
wished to empower himself through a human sacrifice. The more
powerful and muscular the victim the better. Doctor Forsythe decided
upon Sam Rigby as a suitable victim. He would entice Sam up to the
granite block that would serve admirably as an altar of sacrifice by
promising him a most pleasurable licking all over in the open air on
the top of the mountain. His plan succeeded completely. His
sacrifice of Sam went exactly according to plan. He and his twelve
disciples were totally fulfilled by the ceremony that they had
enjoyed. Not only that but they had covered their tracks well. Not
one was brought to account for his actions.
Even after Sam's death, babies were being born to unwed mothers. They
were beautiful babies with blue eyes and blond curly hair. As
mentioned before, Sam had fucked many young women. Pregnancy was
often the result.
Early in 1889, one such baby was left in a rough pinewood box outside
the front door of the Ringtail Springs police station early one
morning. On the box was an unsigned note reading "Please look after
my baby. I can't." The baby inside the box was a beautiful baby boy
with bright blue eyes and blond curly hair. This baby boy, Michael
informed Scott and Derek, was a son of Sam Rigby, fathered on a
teenage girl unable to look after the baby. The police sergeant in
charge of the station had moved to Ringtail Springs a few years
before. Sergeant McKechnie and his wife were childless and had been
married for many years. They fell in love with the baby boy and
adopted him. They had him christened Hector and brought him up in the
Catholic faith. Hector McKechnie grew up into a fine strong and
handsome young man with blond curly hair. He had a brother also
strong and handsome with blond curly hair and bright blue eyes. The
brother arrived some months later on the front doorstep of the police
station. He was christened Ian. Both he and Hector were a pleasure
to their parents. Hector followed his adoptive father into the police
force and ended up a mounted trooper in the New South Wales Police
Force. He was a fine horseman.
When World War I broke out in 1914, Hector joined up with the
Australian Light Horse. He distinguished himself in action at
Gallipoli in 1915 by his bravery and his actions under fire. He was
made a commissioned officer by the end of 1915. He fought with
conspicuous bravery against the Ottoman Turks and the Germans in the
Middle East and covered himself with glory at the Battle of Beersheba
in 1917. By the end of the War he had risen to the rank of major.
His brother, Ian, had been killed in action at Gallipoli on April
25th, 1915 during the landing of the Anzacs at Anzac Cove on that
dreadful first Anzac Day. Many men died then.
After the War, Hector returned briefly to the New South Wales Police
Force. However, he suffered from a profound discontent and
restlessness as a result of his wartime experiences. He resigned his
position as a policeman. After wandering for a year or two around
Eastern Australia, he ended up working as a stockman on a large sheep
station not far from Dubbo. The station was one of several owned by
one wealthy squatter whose family had been in the district since the
1840s.
Hector was a dashing man. With his bright blue eyes, handsome face,
curly blond hair and powerful, muscular physique he cut a fine figure,
particularly on horseback. He caught the eye of the station owner's
daughter, an only child. Their relationship blossomed. They fell in
love. The station owner and his wife were initially against the
relationship because Hector was a Catholic. However, Hector converted
to Anglicanism and this appeased the station owner and his wife.
Hector soon married their daughter, Esther, with their blessing. They
had a fine family of four healthy strong boys and three fine
daughters, one of whom was Mavis McKechnie. She married Robert Gordon
Reeves and had two sons, Matthew and Maxwell or Max, Scott's father.
She was Scott's grandmother. She was the granddaughter of Sam Rigby
but did not know it.
Mavis McKechnie trained as a nurse during World War II. When the war
finished, she took up a position at the Ringtail Springs Hospital.
She was curious about her father's childhood. She knew that he was
born and had grown up in the town. He was the son of the local police
sergeant at the time. She knew that her father Hector and his brother
did not look at all like the sergeant and his wife. She had wondered
how two such plain-looking people had produced two such beautiful
sons. Her father had parried all her questions.
By this time Sergeant McKechnie was more than ninety years old. He
had retired many years before to a seaside cottage at Austinmer,
between Sydney and Wollongong. Mavis went to see her grandparents
often. She had known them well. Sergeant McKechnie confessed to
Mavis that he and her grandmother were not the real parents of Hector
or his brother Ian but that the boys were both foundlings. Both boys
had appeared in a box or basket at the front door of the police
station early in the morning some months apart. Sergeant McKechnie
had made discreet enquiries around the district but had no idea who
the parents of the two baby boys were. He and his wife had adopted
both boys and brought them up as their own. Sergeant McKechnie had
made his granddaughter promise not to tell anyone. It was a secret.
She had kept that promise. However, she had heard the rumours around
the town that her father was a foundling brought up by the police
sergeant. She had also heard the local rumours that her father and
his brother were sons of Sam Rigby.
Hector McKechnie lived to the grand old age of 107 years. Scott
Reeves remembered his great-grandfather well. He was twelve years old
when the old man died. Scott understood now that he himself was the
great-great-grandson of Sam Rigby.
In 1889, nine months after the murder of Sam Rigby, Doctor Seth
Forsythe was returning from seeing one of his patients living in an
isolated cabin in the bush when he was thrown from his horse. It took
fright and bolted into the bush. Doctor Forsythe struggled to his
feet and was limping slowly back to the distant town of Ringtail
Springs when he was speared by two young Aboriginal warriors who
wanted to strike a blow for the defence of their homeland against the
white invaders. The doctor died of his wounds. His body was found by
a search party a few days later. In revenge a posse of men from
Ringtail Springs went out and massacred all the Aborigines they could
find living in the traditional manner. Dozens of Aborigines were shot
dead, men, women and children. However, they were all the wrong
people. The clan group, to which the warriors who had speared Doctor
Forsythe belonged, feared the revenge of the white men. They quickly
struck camp and travelled to another district. They escaped the
massacre.
The doctor's body was buried in an elaborate grave in the graveyard of
St Aidan's Church of England. Inside the church was erected in his
memory a large ornate marble plaque paid for by the mourning people of
the district.
Archibald McBride died in 1903 when he choked on his porridge. A
stained glass window to his memory was placed in Saint Aidan's church.
It depicted Christ feeding the five thousand. Scott knew it well.
All this, the Archangel Michael showed to Scott and Derek as a series
of telepathic images.
The story went back further in time. Some hundreds of years
previously, long before white men came to Australia, a powerful
Aboriginal sorcerer wanted to greatly increase his power by conjuring
up the Chluruthuu, an enormous and extremely potent spirit monster.
At first his spells, incantations and rituals were unsuccessful. He
then performed human sacrifices on the top of Mount Wattabang. He
scoured the countryside for victims. He sacrificed dozens of young
women, children and strong young warriors whom he had held entranced
by the power of his spells. He had cut them open on the altar of
sacrifice and offered their hearts to the Chluruthuu. The stone ran
red with the victims' blood. The sorcerer was greatly feared
throughout the region because of his relentless search for victims.
Eventually the spirit monster was appeased and came into this plane of
existence. It feasted upon the sorcerer's sacrificial victims. After
a while it tired of this and consumed the Aboriginal sorcerer totally,
body and soul. It feasted well.
However it was unable to return to its former place of existence. It
was forced to remain on Earth. It dwelt deep inside the Earth in a
cavern far underneath Mount Wattabang.
The Chluruthuu was the spirit monster that Derek had courageously
attracted out of its hiding place, and when the angels had cleansed
the Old Valley Road Hotel of the demonic infestation, the cherubim had
cast it into the Outer Darkness. The hotel was conveniently close to
Mount Wattabang.
Michael finished.
Scott: << Wow! What a story! >>
He knew now how he was the living descendent of the last human
sacrifice victim.
They were all aware of the loud dawn chorus emanating from the
bushland forest surrounding the mountain peak. The birds of the
Australian bush, the bellbirds, the whipbirds, the currawongs, the
magpies, the kookaburras, the parrots and lorikeets and the others
announced their presence to the approaching sun. On the mountaintop
the dawn chorus was almost deafening.
Scott became distracted by the painful fullness in his testes and
groin. His seminal vesicles were filled with many litres (quarts) of
his semen. They had become painfully distended. He had in the
meantime become extremely horny. His large supercharged testes had
been working overtime. They ached for release.
His mighty penis extended itself to its full forty-centimetre (16-
inch) length as it became fully erect and rock hard. It was about
eight centimetres (3 inches) thick. As he stood next to the stone of
sacrifice, his penis stood almost upright along his muscular abdomen
and reached up to the hard bulging hemispherical boulders of his thick
pectoral muscles.
The altar of sacrifice stood about a metre (3 foot 3 inches) above the
surrounding ground at the top of the mountain. The top was about two
metres (6'7") long and 1.25 metres (4'1") wide. The sides sloped
outwards somewhat, giving it the appearance of a truncated conical
shape.
Derek leapt up onto the pink granite rock and stood up on it. His
robust form bulged with powerful muscles as he stood in the predawn
twilight. The large 'God's Man' tattoos stood out on the big deltoid
muscles of his broad shoulders.
He looked around. Mount Wattabang was the highest peak for a long way
around. It was a splendid view in the predawn light. The only rivals
were the distant peaks of the Brindabella Range in the east hiding the
approaching sun. Lesser mountains and hills marched off into the
distance in all directions. They dwindled in size as they approached
the distant western plain. The air was crystal clear. The stone
altar was the perfect high point for their lovemaking. The two men
and the archangel were on top of the world.
Derek leant down and offered a hand to Scott. Scott refused it. He
flew up and joined Derek up on the rock.
Derek embraced him and gave him a long hard kiss. Scott stood seven
centimetres (three inches) taller than Derek so Derek had to reach up
just a little. Scott lowered his head a bit and their lips met in a
passionate kiss. They wrapped their thick muscular arms around each
other's powerfully muscled bodies. They held each other close and
tightly. They writhed against each other appreciating each other's
massive muscularity. Their muscles bulged.
Scott panted and snorted in his sexual excitement like a horny
stallion. He was extremely randy. He was close to orgasm. However,
Michael had locked down Scott's approaching orgasm. He did not want
Scott to blow until Scott had Derek's cock fully up his arse.
Derek's cock soon became fully erect. It was the same mighty size as
Scott's penis. Their rock hard cocks rubbed together leaking precum
while their fervent kiss continued.
Derek broke the kiss. He held their rampant stiff cocks together and
rubbed his hand up and down the precum slick shafts. He had switched
on a small repulsive force field over his entire body making it slick
and slippery all over. Scott had done the same. At the same time
Derek had locked down his own orgasm.
Scott delighted in feeling Derek's hand holding their huge cocks
together and rubbing up and down the shafts. With his other hand,
Derek held Scott's scrotum containing two huge engorged testicles
aching for release. Then Derek massaged the base of Scott's penis.
Scott groaned and panted with passion. His balls and groin ached. He
lay down on the altar of sacrifice pulling Derek down on top of him.
They writhed together and kissed with ever-increasing fervour. Their
arms were wrapped around each other's bodies.
Scott turned around in Derek's arms so that his back was against
Derek's front. He drew up his knees exposing his arsehole. His
hungry arsehole eagerly sought Derek's big stiff cock. He pressed it
against the thick shaft of Derek's cock.
Derek placed his thick slick cock head against Scott's anus and pushed
gently. Scott's arsehole relaxed quickly in response to Derek's
gentle urging and admitted Derek's cock head. Derek held it just
inside Scott's anus for half a minute but Scott was eager for him to
continue.
Gently Derek pushed his cock further into Scott's anus until it
fetched up against Scott's prostate. Derek withdrew a little and
bumped his cock head up against Scott's enlarged hypersensitive apple-
sized prostate several times. Scott moaned with the strong
stimulation. It was as if his prostate were receiving electric
shocks, it was so sensitive. It was exceedingly arousing.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" moaned Scott with great passion.
He writhed underneath Derek as Derek pushed his cock further up his
arsehole. His prostate was being squeezed against Derek's big thick
cock as it pushed past. The sensations were amazing.
Derek worked his penis further up Scott's arse into Scott's
magnificent torso. He could feel Scott's large prostate pressing
against the underside of his thick, rock solid cock. Scott groaned
and writhed underneath Derek with considerable passion as he felt
Derek's mighty cock working its way up his rectum.
Scott straightened his legs out and lay face down on the smooth stone
surface of the granite altar. Scott's arsehole tightened up
tremendously around Derek's thick cock fucking him. He loved the feel
of Derek's penis penetrating up inside him vigorously.
Derek lay on Scott's back and continued thrusting his penis up into
Scott's anus, groin and torso with stronger in-out motions. Scott's
body was so full of his semen that his whole torso was tight around
the whole length of Derek's cock. It was as if a thousand gloved
hands were tightly gripping all of Derek's cock. Derek had locked
down his orgasm but the sensations were tremendous.
After a while, Derek had pushed the whole length of his penis up
Scott's arse into Scott's mighty muscular torso. He appreciated the
hard round hemispheres of muscle of Scott's buttocks pressing against
his groin. His big balls lay against Scott's huge bull's balls. They
ached for release.
He propped himself up on his powerful, thickly muscled arms and looked
around. His cock was inserted its full length up inside Scott's
utterly magnificent torso.
Derek took the time to admire Scott's amazingly muscular back. It was
a symphony of muscle. Scott had gigantic trapezius muscles. They
were like a thick cowl of muscle stretching from his thick neck
halfway down his back. It was like Scott was wearing a thick hoodie
made of hard solid muscle. It overlay the massive thick twin mountain
ranges of his spinal erector muscles. A deep groove ran between the
ranges of muscle. Thick, hard, striated masses of muscle rippled and
crisscrossed each other over Scott's back.
Scott was lying on his front on the smooth granite surface of the
altar. His huge arms bulged with muscular power. They both were
flexed each side of him. Since God supercharged him that morning, his
arms had a girth of a genuine 66 centimetres (26 inches). His veined
biceps were bigger than bowling balls. His triceps were thick hard
massive mountains of muscle. His forearms bulged with thick powerful
muscles and were covered with veins.
Scott had a back, arms and shoulders like the Incredible Hulk. Derek
was lost in admiration.
Derek looked up to the east. The Brindabella Ranges were black jagged
masses back-lit by the approaching dawn. The dawn chorus of the birds
in the forest continued with unabated volume.
Sunrise was not far away. Michael was keen for the lovemaking to
resume. His mighty winged presence hovered nearby.
Scott was eager for the fuck to continue. He wanted to be fucked hard
and vigorously.
Derek lay down on Scott's back and put his arms around Scott's slim
waist. He stroked Scott's huge rock hard penis sandwiched between
Scott's belly and the top of the granite altar.
He partially withdrew his penis and plunged it lustily deep into
Scott's torso. The torso was so tight around his penis that it formed
a wonderful fuck hole. Scott's abdomen was full of litres (quarts) of
semen ready to burst out of him. It was partially distended.
Scott moaned with deep and desperate passion. He loved the feeling of
Derek's penis plunging up through his arse and into his torso. His
orgasm was so very close but Michael still had it locked down.
Derek kept on plunging his penis its full length deep into Scott's
abdomen with long strokes. Scott groaned lustily with each thrust.
He relished the fuck. His prostate was stimulated energetically by
Derek's penis thrusting in past it. He was teetering on the edge of a
huge orgasm. His balls and groin ached for release.
After a while, Michael released the block on Scott's orgasm. A huge
orgasm exploded inside Scott's groin. The internal organs inside his
groin contracted painfully. Huge hot quantities of semen burned
painfully inside him and boiled up the length of his penis and gushed
out the cock head like a burst water main.
The first ejaculations were agonising. They produced huge squirts of
semen. Scott screamed in the agony and ecstasy of his gigantic
orgasm. Great quantities of glowing white magic semen with pink and
gold sparkles in it gushed out of Scott's penis like a geyser and
started flowing down the sides of the stone of sacrifice.
Derek released the block on his orgasm. He thrust his penis as far as
it could go deep into Scott's torso. His cock head came up against
Scott's pounding heart. Orgasm exploded within his groin and
testicles. His hot semen boiled out of his groin, out of his penis
and deep into Scott's torso. It pooled in Scott's upper intestines
next to his heart.
Many litres (quarts) of semen squirted out under great pressure from
Scott's penis and ran down the sides of the altar. It glowed white
like a radioactive liquid in the predawn light. Pink and gold
sparkles ran through it.
Scott's subsequent ejaculations became less painful. Soon the pain
vanished altogether. Scott howled in the ecstasy of his huge gigantic
orgasm. He revelled in the tremendous magnitude of his orgasm. Derek
cried out in the intensity of his.
Their love flowed into each other like mighty rivers of molten gold.
Each revelled in the other. Derek loved having his mighty penis
squirting semen deep into Scott's mighty muscular torso. Scott loved
having Derek's enormous penis thrust hard up his arsehole and deep
into his abdomen and chest.
A speck of blinding bright light appeared as the sun peeped above the
Brindabella Ranges in the east. Dawn was breaking. Scott and Derek
remained locked together in the force of their huge combined orgasms.
The speck of sun grew larger. It illuminated the altar of sacrifice
on top of Mount Wattabang.
The Archangel Michael thrust a great bolt of energy like a bundle of
spears into the heaving bodies of the two men fucking. It forged a
deep connection between Scott and Derek. All their chakras were
connected with each others, particularly their heart, sacral and root
chakras. The two men were in a towering state of loving orgasmic
ecstasy. They were like two white-hot rivers of molten metal flowing
into one another. They were like two mighty pillars of fire melding
together. They were two gods fucking. They were two and one.
Michael extended the bolt of energy so that it speared down through
the granite of the altar deep down into the roots of the mountain.
Like metal shafts it conducted the love of the two men 15 kilometres
(nine miles) down through the rock of the mountain to a gloomy dank
and dark cavern lying at the root of the mountain like the remains of
an abscess. It was where the Chluruthuu had formerly dwelt in
darkness. The energy of love caused the rock deep below to split.
Red-hot magma poured into the cavern filling it completely.
Suddenly the dawn chorus of birds stopped. The silence was
breathless.
The altar of sacrifice shuddered violently underneath the two men.
The whole mountain shook. The pressure of the magma filling the
cavern far below forced up the long column of granite on top of which
was the altar of sacrifice. It pushed the column up many metres
(yards) up into the air. The mountaintop itself rose up higher too.
Deep wide cracks formed in the soil around the altar. The surrounding
pillars of granite toppled over. Some rolled down the mountainside
deep into the forest.
Flocks of birds flew up from the forest and around in the air. They
shrieked in alarm.
The combined orgasm of Scott and Derek continued. They were in
meltdown together. Their minds ran together. Their bodies were
locked together in orgasmic bliss. Derek's penis remained rammed deep
into Scott's torso.
The earth tremors ceased.
The sun rose higher. It cleared the mountains in the east and flooded
the mountaintop with a glorious golden light. Valley Road remained in
shadow. The first glints of sunlight touched the town.
The birds settled.
The men's towering combined orgasms continued.
Some time later, their orgasms wound down to a quiet happy bliss as
they remained united with each other. The warm sunlight came down
upon them as a blessing.
Scott was spent. He lay sleepily upon the surface of the altar of
sacrifice. He had emitted many litres (quarts) of semen. The granite
top was covered with his semen and it ran down the sides. Derek's
penis was still stiff up his anus. Scott loved having it up inside
him.
The Archangel Michael withdrew into the heavenly realm. His work was
done.
Derek nuzzled Scott's curly black hair.
"Did the earth move for you too, mate?" he murmured.
Scott: << Did it what! Everything shook. >>
Derek: << What a fuck! >>
Still keeping his stiff cock up Scott's arse, he propped himself up on
his arms and looked around. He saw that they were a lot higher up
than they were before.
Derek: << Look! You can see the town now above the trees. We're a
long way up. >>
Scott stirred himself and looked up.
Scott: << Yeah, you can see the church and see the steeple. >>
<< And all the people. >>
<< Well, not really. But you're right. We are a long way up now. >>
Scott moved closer to the edge of the altar. Derek moved with him.
They remained joined together. They peered over the edge. They saw
that the altar was now part of a conical structure made of granite
that seemed to sit on some sort of tall pillar on the mountaintop.
Scott: << We must be a hundred feet up now. >>
Derek: << You're right. Wow! The view is fantastic! You can see the
town clearly. >>
<< Look, there's our house down there. >>
<< There's the main street. You can see the pubs and lots of houses
and shops. >>
<< I wonder if anyone's up yet. >>
<< Maybe a bit early still. >>
<< It felt like a real earthquake back there. I wonder if other
people noticed it. >>
Derek laughed. << We just both had one hell of an orgasm. It's no
wonder the earth shook. >>
Scott laughed too. They kissed tenderly.
They lay on the rock in a state of happy bliss. Derek lay on Scott's
back with his stiff cock up Scott's arse. He enjoyed having it there.
Scott loved having Derek's cock up his arse. They did not want to
separate.
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Continued in Part 57.
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