Date: Wed, 8 Apr 2009 04:30:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wombat <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
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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 6 part 2: Christmas Day.

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Part 57: The Dream
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Scott and Derek lay happily on the altar of sacrifice.  They relaxed
together with Derek lying on Scott's back.  Scott sprawled out in the
early morning sun luxuriating in both its warmth and Derek's warmth.

Scott: << I wonder what Mum and Dad are doing now in Queensland? >>

Derek: << Peek into their minds and find out. >>

Scott used the tag that Derek had given him to tune into the mind of
his mother. She was asleep.  Scott detected little activity in her
mind.

He tuned into the mind of his father.  Derek piggybacked on Scott.

Max Reeves leant on the balcony outside the bedroom that he and his
wife were sleeping in.  He looked out over the bright and shining sea
in the direction of the rising sun.  The sun was far too bright to
look at directly but the reflections in the sea made a bright and
sparkling pathway of gold to the east.  It seemed appropriate for the
sunrise on Christmas morning.

Max was naked.  He appreciated the balmy morning zephyrs wafting
around his strong muscular body.

He was thinking about what happened during the night.  Was it all a
dream?

He had woken up suddenly while it was still completely dark.  He had
no idea what time it had been.  He had sat up in bed in alarm when he
saw a shining figure clothed in bright robes standing next to him in
the darkness of the bedroom.

"Don't be afraid," said the shining being quietly.  "I have come to
ease your mind."

Max was tongue-tied.  Veronica snored peacefully next to him in the
double bed.  She slept soundly.

"Max, you are worried about your son Scott," the being continued.
"Don't worry yourself about him.  Scott is now gladly in the service
of the Most High God Whom I also serve gladly.  He is God's man and
God is well pleased with him.  You worry about dying young.  You won't
die young.  You are worried about tragedy striking your family.  Don't
worry.  There will be no tragedy.  Scott will outlive you and he will
do well in the sight of God.  The next tragedy that will befall your
family is a long way off in the future.  See for yourself what that
is."

The angel, for that is what Max decided the shining being was, put his
hand on Max's head.

Max suddenly found himself sitting in the very front pew of St Aidan's
Church back in Ringtail Springs.  He was looking down at his hands.
They were those of an old man.  They had thin wrinkly papery skin with
veins and tendons showing through.

He looked up and saw a coffin bedecked with flowers in the nave in
front of him.  He felt heavy and sad.  He somehow knew that he was the
chief mourner.  He knew that inside the coffin lay the wizened body of
his late mother.  She had lived to the great age of one hundred and
eleven years.  This was her funeral that he was attending.

He remembered his teenaged granddaughter saying with a tinkling bell-
like laugh that her great-grandmother had reached her eleventy-first
birthday.  She was the youngest daughter of his daughter Rosalind.
That was at his mother's one hundred and eleventh birthday party.  Max
remembered how old, wizened and shrunken his mother had looked then.
That was a couple of months ago.

Max standing on the balcony at Noosa did a quick calculation.  The
event would occur 37 years in the future.  By then he would be 85
years old.

In the dream he looked down at the funeral card he was holding.  He
saw the name of his recently departed mother, Mavis Leonora Reeves nee
McKechnie, dearly beloved wife of the late Robert Gordon Reeves,
dearly beloved mother of the late Matthew Gordon Reeves and of Maxwell
Ian Hector Reeves, dearly beloved grandmother of Matthew, Robert,
Jacqueline, Catherine, Scott, Rosalind and Susan, dearly beloved
great-grandmother of a whole tribe and dearly beloved great-great-
grandmother of quite a few more.  The list of names was dizzying.

He remembered the year of his mother's death.  It was a hell of a long
way away in the future, 37 years.

In the dream he looked around.  The church was packed.  Not many seats
were left.  Standing around the stone walls of the church were
standing many muscular, powerfully built, young-looking men clad in
sky blue, close fitting uniforms with short sleeves.  On their left
breast was a white shield with a red cross with splayed ends; it was
the same shape as the German Iron Cross.  He had seen that design
somewhere before.

Veronica was sitting next to him.  She squeezed his hand gently.  He
smiled at her wanly.  Her hair was now snowy white; her golden hair
had long since faded.  She was an old woman now.  She would be 83
years old.  The skin on her face had interesting wrinkles.

Next to her sat their son Robbie.  He was dressed in the same blue
uniform as the men standing around the walls of the church.  His curly
hair was still golden blond and cut somewhat longer.  He looked to be
in his early twenties and was very muscular.

Further down the pew sat his son Matthew and his wife.  Mattie's grey
curly hair looked like a Steelo pad; it was like a mass of steel wool.
He looked well into his middle age.  Mattie had married Sarah Walkley
and they had three children.  Mattie was already a grandfather.  Sarah
Walkley, now that would be a good match.  She was the daughter of
Geoffrey and Anne Walkley of Walkley's Farm.

Next to Mattie and Sarah sat Max's daughter Jacqueline and her husband
Shane Shanahan.  Shane Shanahan?  Well, well, well!  They had four
children and they too were grandparents.  Jackie's black curly hair
was streaked with grey.  Shane had thinning faded blond hair.

There was a stir in the church.  Scott and his wife came down the
aisle to Max's pew.  They were accompanied by their children all
dressed in the sky blue uniforms.  The daughters moved to pews further
back in the church.  The big muscular sons joined the other young men
standing around the wall of the church.

Max thought he heard the words "Your Majesty" when Scott and his wife
were ushered into the seats next to Max.  Scott's wife was a
remarkably beautiful woman.  Scott had a massively muscular and
powerful build.  He was very good-looking.  His mass of curly hair was
all jet black; there was no grey at all.  He wore a close-fitting
short-sleeved uniform of a darker blue than the other muscular young
men in the church.

Scott put his massively muscular arm around Max's shoulders
affectionately.

"Good to see you, Dad," he said quietly.  "Our deepest sympathy about
Granny's death.  She led a long and useful life.  She was a good and
loving woman.  I was very fond of her."  Scott meant every word.

Max felt the tears welling up in his eyes and trickling down his old
wrinkled cheeks.  He buried his face in Scott's breast and wet it with
his tears.  He wept for the loss of his mother.  She had been around
for so long, all the 85 years of his life.  She had been so strong and
helpful.  She had been marvellous with all the children,
grandchildren, great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren.  He
grieved her death.  He grieved his loss.

Scott held Max firmly while Max wept into his mighty chest.  Scott was
a mass of huge muscles.  He was a very big man.

The storm of tears passed.  Max sat upright again.

"I'm sorry," he said.  "I didn't mean to do that.  I just couldn't
help it."

"That's quite alright, Dad," replied Scott.  "I know you miss her
terribly."

Henry Houston appeared in the aisle next to the pew.

"Your Majesty," he exclaimed loudly to Scott.  "How beaut to see you!
You are looking magnificent as usual."

Scott smiled as Samantha Houston shushed her husband.

Henry came around to the front of the pew.  He leant over and shook
Max by the hand.

"My dear Max, our deepest sympathy for the loss of your mother.  She
was a wonderful woman and a good friend.  We all shall miss her."

"Thank you," Max managed to say.

Henry looked old and rather frail.  He had lost quite a lot of weight.
His skin hung in folds and wrinkles from his face.  His neck was too
small for his shirt.  His glasses appeared thicker.  Samantha looked
old too but better preserved that her husband.  They found their way
to a pew.  Henry was using a walking stick.

The funeral service started.  The priest was a middle-aged woman that
Max did not know in real life but in the dream he was aware that she
had been the priest in the parish for a number of years.

Robbie gave the eulogy.  He stood up at the lectern and gave an
excellent eulogy giving a thumbnail history of his grandmother's life
and good works.  He had valuable insights.  He injected some humour
into the eulogy that had people laughing.  It was a celebration of her
life.

Robbie was a splendid sight.  He was dressed in the sky blue, close
fitting, short-sleeved uniform with the red-and-white shield on the
left breast.  The uniform showed off his powerfully muscular build to
perfection.  Down his back he wore a dark blue cloak.  Robbie was a
very confident and handsome man.

Tears streamed down Max's old face as he listened.  He wept openly.

The dream ended at the eulogy.  Max woke up crying.  It was still
dark.  There was no sign of the angel who had visited him.  He tossed
and turned in the double bed in one of the bedrooms in Rosalind and
Graham Kinnear's big house at Noosa.  He snuffled back his tears and
wiped his face with a tissue.  Veronica went on sleeping next to him.
She was snoring.  That disturbed Max too but it was the dream that
made it impossible for him to go back to sleep.  It was a 'loud'
dream.  It was peculiarly vivid.  It was the kind of dream that Max
knew in his bones was likely to come true.  He had had those kinds of
dreams a few times before and they had all come true one way or
another.

Yes, of course his mother was going to die some day.  She was a tough
old girl who could well make the century.  Her own father Hector
McKechnie lived to be over a hundred years old.  So had her mother.

After tossing and turning for some time as he thought about the dream,
Max got up out of bed.  Veronica continued snoring.  Max did not wear
pyjamas.  He padded naked across the carpet to the french windows of
the bedroom and went quietly out onto the balcony overlooking the sea.
He watched the sun rise.

Max wanted to discuss the dream with Henry.  Maybe later on after
church.  He did not want Veronica's bloody big sister Rosalind to
interfere.

He was glad that Henry was still alive in the dream.  Henry would be
93 years old then but he did look old and decrepit.  From Henry's
behaviour, Max wondered if Henry was showing the early signs of senile
dementia in the dream.  Or had he reached the age where he just didn't
give a rat's arse about social niceties?  Or was the latter a symptom
of the former?

He himself had survived until he was 85 in the dream and was still fit
and healthy.  Ronnie was still alive too.  That was good.  He loved
her.

Standing on the balcony, he put his hand over his upper arm and flexed
his arm.  His big biceps swelled satisfactorily in his cupped hand.
He was still strong and fit, in very good shape for a man of 48 years
old.  He kept himself in good shape.  Judging from his dream he would
easily make it to his fiftieth birthday, which was less than 18 months
away.  The worry that had plagued him that he would not live to see 50
had gone entirely.

He had been worried because his own father had died at 48 of a massive
heart attack.  He was only 19 at the time.  Coming two years after the
death of his brother, it had been a dreadful time.  It was very hard
coping with his own grief and that of his mother.

It was good knowing that he would live at least another 37 years.

Scott was still very much alive in the dream.  He was obviously
destined for bigger and brighter things.  Was he really going to
become a king?  Or an emperor?

Somehow, his heart and mind felt much lighter about Scott.  In his
bones he knew that Scott would be all right.  The angel had told him
so.  He knew that he really had no reason to worry about Scott any
more.  Scott may do some unusual, even crazy things in his life, but
Max knew that Scott would turn out all right.

Max was intrigued that in the dream Henry had addressed Scott as "Your
Majesty" quite loudly.  Not only that, but he thought he heard the
usher address him as "Your Majesty".  Was Scott a king?  Or an
emperor?  Was he King of Australia?  Or Emperor of Australasia, or
Asia, or the world?  The phrase "Emperor of Earth and Her Dominions in
Space" sprang into his mind.  Was that wishful thinking?  However, he
had never heard that phrase before; he had no idea where it came from.

Max tried to work out how Henry would interpret the dream.  Maybe
Henry would say that Scott would succeed in his endeavours and could
possibly attain high office.  Whether that was in the business sphere
or the political sphere or whatever, who knows?

Maybe Scott would become President of the United States of America.
Max smiled at the thought.  Currently the US Constitution prevented
people born overseas from becoming President.  However the
Constitution could be changed.  He remembered that people in America
had been talking openly about changing the Constitution so that Arnold
Schwarzenegger could be elected President of the USA, although he had
been born in Austria.  It was possible for Scott too.

Max's thoughts moved on to the others in the dream.  Ronnie was still
alive and well.  Max was glad of that.  She sat next to him in the
church and held his hand.

Mattie's hair was a mass of steel grey curls.  He was 61 years old,
well into middle age.  He had become the mainstay of the family
business.  He had married Sarah Walkley.  Now that would be a good
match, Max thought.  Sarah would be a lot better than many of the
other girlfriends that Mattie had gone out with, including that spoilt
bitch Agnetha McBride.  Sarah was practical and sensible.  And she was
an Anglican too.  The Walkleys worshipped at the same church as the
Reeves family.

So far Mattie had made no moves in Sarah's direction.  Max decided to
resist the temptation to give Mattie a gentle push towards Sarah.  He
would be trying to make the dream come true.  He knew that Henry would
not approve.  If it was going to happen, it would happen.

Robbie wore the splendid sky blue uniform over a magnificently
muscular physique.  He looked like a champion bodybuilder and very
handsome.  He looked the very image of a superhero.  He was a member
of some order or another.  Or was he a knight?  A Knight of God?  Max
could not be certain whether that was in the dream or coming from his
later thoughts.  In the dream, Robbie was probably not married.  Max
saw no wife.  In the dream, Robbie would be 59 but he looked much
younger, like in his early or mid twenties.  Not only that but Robbie
had left the plumbing business and had joined Scott in his order of
knights.  Was Robbie not content to be a plumber and work in the
family business?  Perhaps the dream was telling that was so.  Maybe
Robbie would move on?  He and Mattie did have different temperaments.
Mattie had a more easygoing sanguine temperament.  Robbie was a
perfectionist and he was less sociable than Mattie.

Was Robbie gay?  The question lodged in Max's mind and would not go
away.  Max knew that his son was always trying to prove how big and
tough and masculine he was.  It had been going on ever since Robbie
was a little boy.  He was a beautiful boy with his curly blond hair
and bright blue eyes.  People said he looked like an angel.  Other
boys had teased Robbie mercilessly about his gorgeous good looks at
school until Robbie grew big, strong and muscular enough to win fights
and beat the other boys up.  Robbie was a big strong young man now, 6'
1" (185 cm) and 16 1/2 stone (231 pounds, 105 kilograms) of solid
muscle and he was still very good looking. But even now he seemed to
have a chip on his shoulder.  He still hated been called 'Blondie'.
He kept his curly blond hair cut short.  Max was unhappy that Robbie
had been bullying Scott up until Scott had punched Robbie in the face
at the barbecue and given him a black eye.

Maybe Robbie was trying to hide something.  He was always trying to
prove how big strong and tough he was.  Max was not happy that Robbie
was often slinging off at other men for being a queer, a poofter or a
pansy.  It seemed to him that Robbie was being unnecessarily cruel.
Maybe Robbie was hiding from the fact that he was attracted to other
men.  Mattie had had a string of girlfriends.  Robbie had not had one
single serious relationship with a girl.  Maybe Robbie was gay?  What
would he, Max, do?  Max knew that he would not love Robbie any the
less but he would feel disappointed.  He pushed the thought away.  He
was certain that none of his sons was a homosexual.

Now Jackie had married Shane Shanahan in the dream.  That was
interesting, Shane marrying the boss's daughter.  Maybe that was not
so bad.  Shane would fill the gap left by Robbie's departure from the
family business.  Shane did not have the difficulties with alcohol
that his father Mick had, or the emotional difficulties.  Shane and
Mattie had become quite good friends.  But Max found it difficult to
get used to the idea of Shane marrying his daughter.  His daughter, he
knew, was very strong-minded, like both himself and his wife.  If
Jackie decided on Shane, Max knew that he would have to let it go
ahead.  In the dream she was 57 and looked middle-aged and happy with
Shane.  She seemed to have become a doughty damsel rather like her
grandmother, Max thought with a smile.

Max thought about Shane Shanahan as a possible son-in-law.  Shane and
his brothers were all right.  It was their father Mick who was screwed
up bigtime.  Mick had been best mates with Max's big brother Matthew.
Mick's problems seemed to date back to the time when Matt was killed
in Vietnam and Mick was wounded in the same battle with a company of
the North Vietnamese Army.  Mick had tried to rescue Matt when the
choppers came but Matt had died in his arms.

Since then Max had often wondered about the nature of the relationship
between Mick and Matt.  To him it seemed they were more than best
mates.  The thought had crossed his mind that possibly Mick had been
in love with Matt.  They had been very close.  Maybe they had actually
been lovers.  And Mick had clearly been suffering a lot since Matt's
death thirty years ago.  Bloody thirty years!  It was one hell of a
long time and Mick had been going on benders ever since Matt had died.

Max wished that Mick would come clean and tell him what the problem
was.  Why was Mick seeking refuge in alcohol all the time?  What was
eating him?  However, thirty years had passed and it was not likely
that Mick would say anything now.  Max did not understand how Mick's
wife Shirley put up with it all and bring up four healthy sons at the
same time.  Probably it was that Shirley was a good Catholic and to
her, marriage was for life and her sons were a high priority.

Somehow Rosalind's husband Graham was mixed up with Matt and Mick.
When Rosalind was young, she had often said that she wanted to marry a
millionaire.  Graham Kinnear was certainly very rich.  He was the only
son of a successful businessman worth many millions of dollars and he
had inherited the lot when his father died.  He and Rosalind had met
when they were studying at the University of Sydney together.  He was
a frequent visitor to St Aidan's Rectory at Ringtail Springs.
However, before Matt and Mick went off to fight in Vietnam, Graham
seemed to spend more time with Matt and Mick than with Rosalind.  Even
as a teenager Max had wondered what was going on.  Somehow it did not
seem right.

Max Reeves and David Houston were best friends at school.  They were
in the same class at school together.  Max often used to do his
homework with David and his older brother Malcolm around the dining
table in the rectory dining room.  The rectory was a haven of peace
compared to his own house where his father and his big brother were
often fighting.  The Reverend John Houston was very understanding.  He
treated Max like one of his own sons.  Henry would come home on
holidays from university where he was studying psychology.  Max liked
talking to him.  Henry had seemed so wise and intelligent.

Max recalled the Christmas ten years previously when all the Houston
family had come to stay in the new house that Max had built.  It had
been finished about eighteen months.  First there had been that
terrible row between Rosalind and Veronica's other sister Abigail on
Boxing Day.  Abigail had brought her friend Imogen along to the family
gathering.  Rosalind had said how disgusting and shameful it was that
Abigail should bring her lesbian lover to the family gathering.  There
had been a frightful screaming match between Rosalind and Abigail.  It
had resulted in Abigail driving off in a huff with her friend.
Abigail and Imogen had gone overseas shortly after that and no one had
any idea where they were.  Nobody had had any communication with
Abigail since then.

The next thing that occurred that Christmas was that about a week
later, Rosalind and Graham and their two sons had left in an awful
hurry.  Neither Rosalind nor Graham had given any real indication as
to why they were leaving.  Graham had said that there were urgent
business matters he had to attend to.  Max found that hard to believe.

Scott, who was seven years old at the time, had said that he had
overheard a telephone conversation between Rosalind and Shirley
Shanahan where Shirley had threatened to blow Graham's balls off with
a shotgun if he ever went sniffing around her husband Mick again.
Scott had been hiding under the telephone table from his brother Matt
because Matt was in a rage over Scott messing around with his CD
collection.  The phone had rung and Scott had been too afraid to move.
Veronica had answered and the call had been for Rosalind.  Apparently
Scott had heard every word.  Veronica had declared that Scott was
making it all up and that it could not possibly be true.  However, Max
was not at all sure about that.

Ever since then, Rosalind had insisted that the family gather at her
and Graham's house for every Christmas.  She would not hear of ever
going back to Ringtail Springs.  She would never say why.

Something else Max had noticed was that Rosalind and Graham's sex life
appeared to have fallen away completely.  Rosalind often appeared to
be frustrated because she was not getting any sex.  Graham seemed to
be a dud as far as sex was concerned.  Rosalind often used to make
snide remarks about Veronica and her big hunky muscular plumber
husband and their having sex all the time.  Veronica got quite drunk
once some years ago and said that Rosalind was not getting any sex and
was insanely jealous of Veronica and Max.  That led to a row and
Rosalind did not speak to Veronica for a couple of days.  Veronica had
said with a grin then that she enjoyed the peace and quiet.  Since
then, Rosalind had refrained from making rude remarks about Veronica
and Max.

Max kept on employing Mick and tolerating Mick's drinking binges for
his dead big brother Matt's sake.  Mick had been Matt's best mate and
Max felt that he would be dishonouring his soldier brother's memory if
he were to give Mick the sack.  The one time he had discussed it with
his mother, she had agreed with him.

Max could not recall his other children clearly in the dream but he
knew that they were all there in the church with their own spouses and
families sitting in the pews behind him.  His mother was indeed a
matriarch.

Max considered what Henry would say.  Maybe the dream was telling him
that Scott would be dissatisfied working as a plumber's labourer in a
small country town for very long.  There was room in the plumbing
business for only Mattie and Robbie.  It could not support Scott as
well.  Max understood that the big wide world beckoned to Scott.  He
recalled the conversation with Henry while driving in the utility the
previous day.  Henry was talking about Scott being a solitary giant
and a potential leader.  Henry had said that Scott had the potential
to do great things.  Maybe the dream was reflecting that.

Max heard the french windows open behind him.  He turned around and
saw his wife coming through.  She was wearing her thin negligee and a
thin filmy dressing gown.  They did not leave much to the imagination.

"Merry Christmas," she said.  "How's my favourite spunky hunk of
muscle?"

"Oh, OK," replied Max.  "Good morning and a Merry Christmas to you."

"What are you doing out here, darling?  And you're in the nuddie too!
Aren't you cold?"

"Nah.  It's quite balmy out here."

"Why are you out here?"

"Watching the sunrise.  I couldn't sleep.  And you were snoring."

"Aw, sorry!"  She laughed gaily.

"Doesn't matter.  It wasn't that really.  I was just thinking about
things."

"Well, don't then."

Veronica puckered up for a kiss.  Max put his strong arms around her
and kissed her enthusiastically.  He snorted like a stallion in rut.
She rubbed her body against him.  She loved feeling her breasts moving
against his hard muscular body.  She loved his powerful body bulging
with muscle.  She ran her hands through his black curly hair.  He had
only a few grey hairs.

"Why don't you come back to bed with me and I'll make up for it?" she
asked.  "I'd love a Christmas present from you."

"Yeah."  Max grinned.  "And make your big sister insanely jealous?"
His blue eyes lit up brightly.

"Yeah, let's.  We've got tons of time."

They went back into the bedroom.  Veronica flung off her dressing gown
and negligee.  She lay on the bed naked and looked up invitingly at
Max.  He lay down next to her and kissed her hard on the lips.  His
tongue slid in through her open mouth and intertwined with hers as
they enjoyed a long and passionate kiss.  Her hands roved over his
back appreciating the hard bulges of muscle.

He licked her nipples hungrily.  At the same time he gently massaged
her breasts.  Veronica writhed with rising passion.  Her nipples were
stiff in his mouth.

His hand strayed down her belly filling her with pleasurable tingling
sensations.  He massaged the skin under her pubic hair.  Veronica
moaned with rising sexual tension.  She wanted Max.

His finger found her vagina and started massaging her clitoris.
Veronica gasped and moaned at the delightful sensations flooding her
groin.  Juices flooded into her vagina.

Her hand groped down Max's hard muscular belly and found his rock hard
cock.  She felt its thick eight-inch length.  She wanted his big thick
dick inside her where it belonged.

Max lay on top of her and placed his cock head against the entrance to
her wet vagina.  She grasped the hard hemispheres of his buttocks and
tried to pull him into her.

Max readily obliged and thrust his cock into her.  She squealed with
joy as his big fat cock slid its whole length into her well-lubricated
vagina.  He partially withdrew and again thrust his cock into her wet
cunt.

After several minutes of passionate thrusting and writhing, Veronica
cried out as she erupted into orgasm.  It was enhanced when Max too
exploded into orgasm an instant later.  Their cries of passionate joy
mingled as they lay locked together in their orgasmic copulation.  Max
was hard and rigid as she slowly slid down off the peak of her orgasm.
She kissed him tenderly as he moaned in his release and relaxed on top
of her.

They lay happily together enjoying the golden afterglow and warmth of
their connected bodies.

Derek: << They sure know how to enjoy themselves together. >>

Scott: << How disgustingly heterosexual! >>

Scott was surprised to witness telepathically his parents' fuck.  He
was almost disgusted.

Derek laughed.  << They're your parents.  Of course they're allowed to
fuck.  How do you think you got conceived?  Not to mention your
brothers and sisters.  Anyhow, they don't have the huge super mega-
orgasms that we supermen do.  And right now I still have my stiff hard
dick up your arse.  It feels really good up in there.  You have a
really nice arse!  And an utterly fantastic body.  I love all your
huge muscles. >>

Scott giggled.  He wriggled as he appreciated Derek's stiff cock up
his arse.  Derek lay happily on Scott's massive broad back.  He
started thrusting his cock once more into Scott's arsehole.

Scott: << Dad obviously has no idea about you and me.  He thinks we're
all straight as dies, except maybe Robbie.  He's gone a bit suss about
Robbie because of his dream.  But here I am being fucked by you and
I'm loving every bit of it. >>

Derek kissed him.

Scott decided he could go again with more sex.  He loved feeling Derek
thrusting his cock into him.  Derek was certainly ready for more sex.
He was aroused by witnessing Max and Veronica having sex.  They both
were.

Scott loved feeling Derek's thick massive hard cock slide into his
anus, push past his prostate and up through his rectum into the depths
of his bowels.

Derek put his arms around Scott's slim muscle-packed waist and thrust
his steely cock vigorously up into Scott's massively muscular torso.
It felt wonderful.

After a few thrusts, he partially withdrew his cock and teased Scott's
prostate with his cock head.  He bumped his cock head against the
prostate, stimulating it pleasurably.  Scott groaned with pleasure.
He and Derek could feel his groin tightening as his orgasm started to
approach.

Derek lengthened his thrusts and enthusiastically ravished Scott's
arse.  He delighted in ramming his enormous penis up Scott's anus and
deep into his intestines.  He could feel Scott's mighty heart beating
against his cock head at the top of each thrust.

Scott gave a deep heartfelt groan as he felt the insides of his groin
contract brutally with the unstoppable onset of his orgasm.  He howled
as the orgasm hit him like an express train.  His semen boiled out
from his groin, gushed out from his mighty cock onto the granite
surface of the altar of sacrifice and trickled down its sides like the
white icing on a cake.

Feeling Scott's insides contracting powerfully against his thrusting
cock was quite enough to tip Derek over into orgasm too.  He cried out
as he thrust his cock victoriously deep into Scott's body and squirted
his hot semen into the core of Scott's mighty torso right next to his
hammering heart.

The massive muscles of their bodies were tensed up and bulging all
over in the throes of their huge superhuman orgasms.  Derek clutched
Scott's back tightly like a young koala clutching its mother as he
kept his cock thrust up Scott's anus deep into Scott's torso.

Scott's semen kept on gushing out from his penis and running down the
sides of the granite altar.

Their telepathically linked orgasms were like a towering inferno where
the flames twisted around each other as in a tornado of fire.  Their
minds melded together in the white-hot passion of their flaming love
and lust running together.  They were like two giant suns orbiting so
close together that they were touching and falling into one another to
make one gigantic orgasmic explosion that continued on and on and on.

The black forms of curious crows circled the two supermen who were
locked together in the heat of their orgasmic copulation upon the
upthrust altar.  They did not approach.

The sun rose higher.  Its summer warmth beat down on the two men
fucking.

Eventually, like a steam train pulling into the railway terminal after
a long and dramatic transcontinental journey, the two men's combined
orgasms came to an end.

They lay together in the golden afterglow of their joyous experience.
Derek lay on Scott's back savouring Scott's massively muscular body
and enjoying the feel of his cock embedded fully up Scott's arse.
Scott lay sleepily on the granite surface of the altar relishing the
weight of Derek's powerful body on his and the feel of Derek's stiff
cock thrust between his muscular buttocks up his arse into the depths
of his being.

Words formed languidly in Scott's brain.  << That was lovely.  This is
the best Christmas I've ever had. >>

Derek affectionately nuzzled Scott's thick mop of curly black hair.
He was full of happiness and delighted to share it with Scott.

Scott: << That was almost a short one. >>

Derek: << It didn't go on for hours.  Do you want more? >>

Scott had had enough for the moment.  He lay there filled with
happiness and love for Derek.  He had enjoyed to the utmost the fucks
on the altar of sacrifice.  He and Derek had fulfilled God's will.
God was pleased.  They could feel that.  Something had happened to the
altar.  It had been cleansed.  It had been purified with Scott's
spunk.

Derek: << Your father's is one sexy hunk of muscle.  He looks very
like you.  He's hot, like really hot!  I like him! >>

Scott was surprised.  << Dad?  You're hot for my Dad? >>

<< Yes. >>

<< Derek, you're bloody amazing!  First you have the hots for Trent
and now you've got the hots for Dad. >>

<< That's me. >>

<< You have a thing for older men? >>

<< I do these days. >>

Derek shared with Scott his memories of Hal, Peter, Kevin, Paul, Andy
and the other older men that he had made love with.

Scott: << You really do.  Well, bugger me! >>

Derek laughed.  << That's what I'm doing right now. >>

He kissed the back of Scott's neck affectionately.

However, Scott's thoughts were still in a whirl.

He was fascinated by his father's dream and the possibility that it
may foretell the future.  What did the future hold for him?  Was he a
man born to be king?  God was not telling.

He was intrigued by his father's thoughts about Mick Shanahan and the
relationship between Mick and his dead uncle.  Scott knew most of what
his father knew but Max had suspicions that had never occurred to
Scott.

Derek shared with Scott his memories of when he went back in time to
have sex with Scott.  This had happened before Derek had gone away
with Hal to Mount Remarkable two months ago.  Derek had gone back in
time to when he and Scott had been having coffee in the loft together
and Scott had wanted to fuck Derek.  In the stub time line, Scott and
Derek did have lots of sex together.  They had a wonderful time
fucking each other.  It had come to an end when Robbie, Scott's older
brother, had led the charge by Max, Mattie, Mick Shanahan, Sergeant
Kym Rowling and the other men up into the loft to break up Scott and
Derek's lovemaking.  In the fight Derek had disabled Robbie and Shane
Shanahan and knocked out Doug the Thug.  Kym had drawn his gun and was
aiming it at Derek when Scott had kicked his brother Matt in the shin
and torn himself away from Matt and Greg Lane.  He had then interposed
himself in between Kym and Derek, yelling that Kym would have to kill
him first before Kym killed Derek.

At that stage Mick Shanahan had confessed to Max that he and Max's
brother Matt were lovers in Vietnam before Matt was killed.  He had
told Max how he had loved it when Matt used to fuck him up the arse.
Max was not very surprised to hear Mick's confession.  He had
suspected something for a long time.  The others were dumbfounded.

Shortly afterwards, Hal had appeared in the guise of the beautiful
blue-robed woman Hildegard.  He was accompanied by his friends and
squadrons of angels.  Hildegard had made a speech about the beauty and
power of love.  Then Derek had jumped out of the stub time line back
into the main time line.

Scott was wonder-struck.  He had no idea why Mick was frequently
drunk.  He had no idea that Mick and his Uncle Matt actually were
lovers in Vietnam.  He was fascinated by the idea that his uncle liked
sex with other men.  Was Uncle Graham involved too?  He was grateful
to Derek for sharing his memories.  He was intrigued by the idea of
him interposing himself between Kym's gun and Derek.  He thought about
it.  He really would have done that.  He loved Derek so much.

On the other hand, he had known nothing about Aunt Abigail and her
friend Imogen.  Were they really lesbians?  That thought was very
interesting.  There was also the interesting involvement of Uncle
Graham with Mick and Uncle Matt.  What about Aunt Rosalind?

With Derek's help, Scott tuned into Aunt Rosalind's mind.

She was already up and dressed.  She was always an early riser, even
on Christmas Day.  She had heard the cries of Veronica and Max as they
enjoyed their morning fuck.

"Those two copulating like rabbits again!" she thought to herself
sourly.  "It's no wonder they have seven children!"

She had the main bedroom to herself nowadays.  Graham slept in a
separate bedroom.  She liked the arrangement.  Graham was no good as a
lover.  He had not been for years, really not since their two sons
were babies.  She allowed herself to think that there was something a
little bit peculiar about her husband.  She had heard the remarks
people had made that he was not quite fully heterosexual.  She
remembered the suspicion that he might have been up to something with
Mick Shanahan that Christmas ten years ago in Ringtail Springs when
they were staying at Max and Veronica's big new house.  There was that
awfully rude phone call from that dreadful woman Shirley Shanahan.
Rosalind's brother Malcolm had once said that Graham was having it off
with both Max's brother Matthew Reeves and Mick Shanahan at the same
time.  Malcolm had alleged that Graham was getting it up both ends at
once; he was being roasted on a spit.  Malcolm was drunk at the time.
Max had laughed at Malcolm and said that he was pissed as a newt and
liked stirring up his big sister.

She envied her little sister Veronica and the relationship she had
with her handsome hunk of muscle, her husband Max.  There was no doubt
that Max was fully heterosexual and enjoyed sex with his wife.

She could not say anything.  Veronica would have another go at her if
she did and Max would encourage her.  Max could be quite patronising
and Rosalind found that very irritating.

Church would be starting in about three hours.  She was dressed and
ready.  They would have breakfast first and then they would all go off
to church.  Her father, the Reverend John Houston would be assisting
at the Christmas service at the local Anglican church in Noosa.  He
was quite elderly now but it should be a good service.

It was nice to have the whole family, all her brothers and her sister
and all their families.  Except for Scott this time.  Max had hinted
that Scott did not come because he did not like being bossed around by
his Aunt Rosalind.  She often found Max irritating.  He was so big,
muscular, cocksure and confident.  She felt that often Max did not
give her the respect that she was due.  He often did not take her
seriously.

And then there was her sister Abigail.  Whatever had happened to her?
She and that friend of hers just seemed to have vanished into thin
air.  No one had heard a thing from Abigail since that dreadful
Christmas ten years ago at Ringtail Springs.  Everything seemed to go
wrong then.  Max seemed to think that it was all her fault.

Scott and Derek tuned into Uncle Graham's mind.  He was still asleep.

Scott: << You could almost feel a wee bit sorry for Aunt Rosalind.
I'm still glad I didn't go up there though. >>

Derek: << It looks like she's made her own hell.  Well, she's at least
partly responsible.  I don't know enough yet to work out the family
dynamics.  And I'm glad you didn't go up there too.  I've got you
right here with me and you're fucking glorious!  You're beautiful! >>

Scott felt telepathically Derek's love flooding into him.  He was
awash in Derek's love.  He knew that he was totally in love with
Derek.  He had never loved anyone so much before.  Derek was the first
person he had ever felt anything like this about.  He loved Derek.
And he loved having Derek up his arse.

Derek was curious about the make-up of the Houston family.  Scott
informed him about his mother's family.  Her parents were the Reverend
John and Enid Houston.  Their eldest child was Uncle Henry; then there
were Aunt Rosalind, Aunt Abigail, Uncle Malcolm, Uncle David and the
youngest, Scott's mother Veronica.  Uncle Henry was the psychologist.
Aunt Rosalind had married the millionaire.  Aunt Abigail had
mysteriously disappeared.  Uncle Malcolm was a fitness coach for one
of the Sydney Rugby League teams.  He had been a champion rugby league
player as a younger man.  Uncle David was the doctor at Tenterfield
and was Max's best friend at school.

Max, Uncle David and Uncle Malcolm all used to play together on the
Ringtail Springs High School rugby team.  They were the three
strongest players on the team in their mid to late teens.  They were
still all good friends.

Derek looked at the sun.  He saw that it was getting higher in the
sky.  He scanned out around the town with his telepathic sense.  He
became aware that people were up and about.  The earth tremor had
disturbed a lot of people but there appeared to be little damage.
Some people had noticed a large column of rock sticking up out of
Mount Wattabang where there had been none before.  It looked like a
giant phallus towering up over the town.  People were wondering what
was happening.  Someone was going inside to fetch his binoculars for a
better look.

Derek: << It's time we disappeared from here. >>

He made himself invisible.  He vanished from Scott's sight.  Scott
could still feel his weight on his back and his muscular arms wrapped
around his body.  It was funny.  Scott laughed.

The man was coming back out of his house with his binoculars.  He may
see them on top of the granite column.  Derek reminded Scott how to
make himself invisible.

Scott did so.  He changed the vibrational state of the atoms of his
body so that light could pass straight through.  He too vanished from
sight.

He enjoyed the sensation of being invisible.  He could see through
Derek's eyes that he had vanished from view.

Derek made his penis soften.  With some reluctance he withdrew it from
Scott's anus.  Scott was not happy to feel it sliding out of his body.
He loved having it inside him.  He felt rather hollow once it had
gone.

They separated.  For a few minutes they lay side by side on the
granite surface of the altar.  Derek had his arm around Scott's
shoulders.  Secure in the knowledge that they were invisible, they
scanned the town telepathically.

The first man who had got his binoculars out was looking at the giant
pink granite phallus on Mount Wattabang.

"It looks like a bloody great big cock," he commented to his wife.

"It does look rather rude," replied his wife.

"I'm sure I saw someone up on top there," said the man scanning the
giant phallus with his binoculars.  "I can't see anything now."

"I didn't see anything up there," said his wife cleaning her
spectacles on the hem of her nightie.  "It might have been a bird."

More and more townspeople were becoming aware of the monstrous great
phallus sticking up out of the top of Mount Wattabang.  Some were
scanning the object with binoculars.

Scott: << Should we go home? >>

In assent, Derek flew up off the altar.  Scott joined him in midair.
Together they flew around the mighty pink granite column forced up out
of the mountaintop.

The column had raised itself about 40 metres (130 feet) out of the
mountaintop.  The shaft was about 12 metres (40 feet) thick.  The
altar of sacrifice was the topmost part of the column.  It formed the
end of the cock head of the giant phallus.  The cock head flared out
to about 14 metres (46 feet) thick before it rejoined the shaft.  It
was slick with Scott's semen.

Scott: << Does God have a sense of humour? >>

Derek: << He most certainly does! >>

Scott: << Wow!  That thing is fucking enormous!  Just imagine having
that stuck up your arse! >>

He tickled Derek in the ribs.  He remembered the interaction with God
after Derek had charred the gunman in Durban.

Derek: << Yeah.  I'd be stretched out pretty bloody thin over that
thing.  It's the size of a multi-storey building.  I really would end
up being a cock sock. >>

They both laughed.  They continued flying around appreciating its
size.

The low shrubs surrounding the giant phallus looked like green pubic
hair.  Cracks had appeared in the ground surrounding the granite
phallus rearing up out of the mountaintop.  Derek and Scott saw that
the mountaintop itself had been raised another 20 metres (66 feet).
The total height of the mountain had increased by about 60 metres (200
feet).

The other granite pillars that had surrounded the altar of sacrifice
had all toppled over.  Many lay where they fell.  Others had rolled
down the mountainside into the forest.  Their paths were marked by
swathes of felled trees.  One had made it down as far as the road to
Gundagai.  It had come to rest several metres (yards) from the
roadside.

Scott and Derek flew off to Scott's house.  They jumped into the
kitchen.  They both became visible again.

The AGA stove was still burning.  Scott put a few more lumps of wood
into the firebox.

Scott: << Oh shit!  The Christmas turkey!  I forgot to defrost it last
night.  It's still in the freezer. >>

Derek was not concerned.  He offered to defrost it right there and
then.

Scott fetched the frozen turkey out of the capacious freezer, put it
on a large plate and handed it to Derek.  He was curious to see what
Derek would do.

Derek placed his hands on either side of the turkey and directed
energy into it from his hands.  He caused all the molecules in the
bird to speed up their vibrations.  The turkey was defrosted evenly
all the way through in a minute.  It was ready to cook.

Scott was impressed.  << You're full of tricks. >>

Derek smiled in acknowledgment.  Scott put the turkey to roast in the
oven.

Derek noted the lack of Christmas decorations in the house.

Scott replied that the family had decided to leave it up to him
whether he would do anything about Christmas decorations.  There was
no tree.  There were some decorations left over from ten years ago
when the Houston family last celebrated Christmas in the Reeves house.
They were a little faded.  Scott had not bothered to do anything so
far.

Derek decided to put up Christmas decorations.  In the living room he
magicked into existence a large pine tree set into a red pot and, with
the assistance of the fairies, he covered it with decorations as he
remembered them from his early childhood in England.  On the top of
the tree he placed a Christmas angel.

At his request the fairies hung brightly coloured Christmas
decorations around the living room, the hallway, the kitchen, rumpus
room and dining room.  They were magical.  When they had finished, the
rooms looked as if they had been decorated with the magic of
childhood.  They sparkled and glinted.  The ornaments were beautiful.
The Reeves house looked like the house in which Derek had spent that
last Christmas in Northumberland when he was a little boy.

The final touch was the wreath of realistic plastic holly with red
berries and ornaments that Derek affixed to the front door.

Scott was delighted with the transformation that Derek and the fairies
had wrought.  His smile glowed.

Derek kissed him.

Scott continued with the preparations for Christmas dinner.  He
followed the detailed list of instructions left by his mother.  He
found in the pantry the Christmas pudding cooked by his grandmother.

Meanwhile, Derek jumped into his old hotel and fetched a selection of
fine wines and ports from the cellar.  He returned and left the
bottles on the sideboard in the Reeves' dining room.  He uncorked a
couple of the old reds to let them breathe.

He sauntered into the kitchen where Scott was finishing off the first
stage of preparing the Christmas meal.  The turkey would take hours to
cook.  It was still quite early in the morning.

Derek: << You going to church today? >>

Scott: << No. >>

Derek: << Sure.  I wasn't going either. >>

<< I'd cause a bit of a stir, going there with all my new muscles.
Besides, I don't have any clothes that would fit me now. >>

<< That's no excuse.  You or I could always magick up some into
existence. >>

<< Don't bother. >>

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Continued in Part 58.
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