Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 01:04:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wombat <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #70' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc Biker ) [ 70 ! 75 ]
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The Old Valley Road Hotel.
By Wombat.
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Chapter 7 - 'A Rainy Day' Part 10.
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Part 70: The Cold Wind
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Scott and Paul flew across the East River and out eastwards over Long
Island. They were not travelling fast but they were doing a couple of
hundred miles (approximately 300 kilometres) an hour.
Paul disliked being buffeted by the cold wind so Scott put up a force
field like a windshield around them to protect him.
Paul snuggled up against Scott's back enjoying the warmth radiating
from Scott's body. He put his arms one by one between Scott's thick
powerful arms and back and he held onto Scott's chest. He loved Scott
and he loved the warmth of the bare skin of Scott's body. He loved
the feel of Scott's huge bulging pectoral muscles and deep broad
massive chest. He felt snug and warm inside the protection of the
surrounding force field with the mighty superman underneath him.
He realised that Scott was monitoring every one of his thoughts. That
was so good even though Paul regretted not having his telepathic sense
anymore. Scott understood when Paul was feeling uncomfortable and did
something about it.
Scott was busily scanning the area around them with his telepathic
sense alert for any problems.
They were passing over the lights of the farmhouses, towns and hamlets
lying in the snow-covered countryside towards the eastern end of Long
Island.
Scott said, "Bugger! There're a couple of US Air Force fighter jets
after us. They've been scrambled to intercept us. Panic not. We can
easily outrun them. I have an infinite top speed."
Paul looked around but he could see nothing but the lights below.
Scott accelerated rapidly as he flew past the eastern tip of Long
Island and out over the Atlantic Ocean. He broke the sound barrier
out over the open sea.
He said, "Those guys are going to be really popular breaking the sound
barrier over populated areas trying to catch us. At the low altitude
they're flying, their sonic booms are going to break windows and
collapse ceilings. That's a bugger for the people on the ground
below. The fighters must have really sensitive radar to pick up a
small object like us two. They think we're some kind of stealth
aircraft up to something nefarious because we haven't been answering
the radio calls from the control towers. That's not surprising
considering the twitchiness of the US military following the terrorist
attack last year. That's OK. We've just become invisible to radar.
We just won't reflect radar waves at all. As far as they're
concerned, we've just disappeared off their radar. We've lost them."
At high speed they curved northwards and followed the coast line in a
north-easterly direction. Once past Cape Cod they turned east and
headed out over the North Atlantic Ocean gaining height rapidly.
"We've completely lost the jet fighters," said Scott with a laugh.
"They're hunting around and they've absolutely no idea where we are.
Us disappearing completely threw them. In fact it worries them and
their superiors. Anyway, we're out of here."
They flew past Nova Scotia and a few seconds later flew high over
Newfoundland. Once past Newfoundland they turned due north and less
than a minute later they were flying over the west coast of Greenland
which they followed north on past the Arctic Circle. The land and sea
below them were in the winter darkness of the arctic night. The
Greenland icecap below them was dimly lit by the pale light of the
quarter moon low on the southern horizon.
Far to the south the curved rim of the planet was illuminated by the
distant invisible sun. Paul shivered despite the warmth emanating
from Scott's superhuman body. He felt the cold of the icy dark
landscape beneath them and the dark starry polar sky above them.
"Where are we going, mate?" he asked.
"To the North Pole," replied Scott. "Thought you'd like to see it for
yourself."
"So I guess Santa Claus really doesn't live there," said Paul with a
laugh.
"Nuh."
"And I don't have any top on, just my jeans and boots. It's gonna be
bloody freezing."
"Like literally. Don't worry, mate. I'll keep you warm, just like
before."
They flew over the northern part of Greenland and then out over the
darkened Arctic Ocean.
Scott dropped down low to about 500 metres (1500 feet) and flew at
high speed above the icesheet covering the Arctic Ocean. The white
polar ice field rushing past below them was dimly lit by the quarter
moon skimming the horizon. Lumps and hillocks of ice big and small
stuck up randomly. Some of the ice blocks were as big as buildings.
The surface was very rough.
"What's that greenish glow over there in the sky?" asked Paul. "It's
moving."
"The Aurora Borealis," replied Scott.
"An aurora! I've never seen one before."
"Yeah, we live too far north at Ringtail and Canberra is at about the
same latitude."
"That's incredible! Thanks, Scott, for showing me, thank you so
much."
"My pleasure."
Soon the icesheet became smooth and flat. Paul thought they might be
flying over a giant icefloe.
Scott flew down and landed gently on the icefield. The ice crunched
under his boots. A strong cold wind was blowing.
"We're here, mate," he said. "Here is the North Pole. We're standing
on it."
Paul slid down off Scott's back. He was reluctant to leave the warmth
of Scott's body.
"Are we?" he asked. "It all looks the same to me."
There was nothing to mark the position of the North Pole. Paul could
see nothing but the flat, white, almost featureless icefield
surrounding them in the darkness.
Scott pointed to his head.
"The telepathic net," he said. "This is it. I have accurate
information, like it's a kind of telepathic GPS. We're right on the
button. Not only that, mate, but there's the North Star, Polaris,
almost directly above us."
Scott pointed up at the North Star.
Paul looked at him wondering at all his knowledge and abilities
Scott seemed quite different from when Paul knew him at Ringtail
Springs High School. He seemed now to be far more intelligent,
knowledgeable and confident than he was back then and he was a lot
bigger and much more muscular but even then in his mid-teens Scott was
big, strong and muscular. Other students quickly learnt not to annoy
him. Paul was bigger and two years older and Scott seemed then to
look up to him. Scott certainly was keen to be friends with Paul.
And Scott was a keen and pretty good rugby player at school as Paul
remembered him. Scott was frequently asking Paul for tips on how to
improve his game.
Scott swivelled around on his heel pointing at the horizon.
"From here," he said, "every direction is south."
He opened his arms wide.
"Russia goes from here to here."
He pointed at a right angle from his former position.
"North America is over there," he said.
He turned another ninety degrees and pointed.
"Europe is over there," he stated.
He turned again and pointed in the direction of Eastern Russia.
"And Australia is way down in that direction."
"Like it really is down under," said Paul with a laugh.
He said more seriously, "It's such a long way away. It's a bloody
long way home."
He went on. "You know, Scott, I've been thinking. You told me we had
to keep your super powers a secret, yet you showed your super powers
to those gay-bashers back in New York. I don't get it, Scott. You
told me one thing and you go and do the opposite. You told them about
telepathy and you healed those guys I punched out and that black guy
said his bullets just bounced off you when he shot you and you made
his gun disappear in mid-air. And then you tell him that story about
the gun being used by some professional killer to kill nine people in
Texas and the cops still haven't found who did it. I don't get it."
"Simple," replied Scott. "I know I took a risk but it was a
calculated risk. Gay-bashers nearly always have serious masculinity
issues. They think they're really limp-wristed gay sissies inside
until they can prove themselves so they try and prove themselves big
tough he-men by bashing up gay men. It occurred to me that if they
could become supermen then any masculinity issues would just go away
as would their need to go gay-bashing. I put that idea out on the
telepathic net and the others supported it. God Himself approved it.
With God's authority, Jesus told me I could do it when the angels and
I were healing Leroy. Everyone thought it was a good idea and if any
of the gang members went public about it, no one would take any notice
of him. He's just a kid off the street.
So I gave them a demonstration of my super powers and it worked.
Leroy, Billy, Cal, Wes and many of the others are definitely
interested. They're determined to go and become supermen. Leroy
particularly is really turned on by the idea of have huge muscles like
you and me and becoming a superman himself. It's funny - he's big and
strong anyway, very likely the strongest in that gang. And with his
brain rebuilt by angels, I reckon he's become the most intelligent
now, way more intelligent than many of the others. Otis, the black
man, is, or rather was, the most intelligent one in the gang and he's
the leader. He's definitely coming around to the idea. And there's
an excellent chance all the rest of them will follow suit and become
supermen."
"Yeah, alright, I guess you're right, Scott."
"Of course I'm right," said Scott with a wide grin.
"What about that story you told about the gun belonging to the killer
who committed the Midland Murders? Is that true? Or did you just
tell the black guy a story to convince him to give up his gun?"
"It's no bullshit, Paul. It's true. It actually happened. You can
look it up on the Internet. Even better, when I fuck-start your
telepathic sense again, you can put the question out on the telepathic
net yourself and get all the info you ever wanted including who did
it."
"If people know who did it, why hasn't the killer been caught and
brought to justice?"
"Like I explained to Leroy and the other guys back in New York,
proving who did it in a court of law is bloody near impossible even in
Texas because of the lack of evidence and he's white. We prefer to do
things legally if at all possible. A number of police officers are
Roadknights themselves so they're watching and waiting. They're
planning to set a trap for him next time he tries something. They're
going to catch him and put him on trial."
"What gets me now that I think about it is that that gang of gay-
bashers became so friendly towards us in the end," commented Paul.
"You had them eating out of your hand. What super powers did you use
to influence them?"
"The obvious thing is that those guys were confronted by very much
superior force," replied Scott. "You, Paul, were throwing terrifying
punches that pulped faces and smashed skulls. That really scared
them. Those who went for me I either slapped down hard or pushed over
with a hand over their faces. Gay-bashers are basically bullies who
go for men they see as weaker, particularly gay men. I don't suppose
you heard Otis say he thought our huge muscles were just for show
because they were pumped up with some kind of oil. I guess he means
synthol. He said that he thought we'd be weak as kittens and we
wouldn't put up a fight. How wrong they were! You scared them
shitless with your tremendous punches and Billy described me as like a
big angry grizzly bear slapping them down painfully. Like nearly all
bullies, when they were confronted with your frightful strength and my
massive strength, they backed off quick smart.
Then they realised I was all right when I helped the angels put
Leroy's and Cal's heads back together. Leroy sealed it when he told
them about his near-death experience and him meeting Jesus, Thanatos
the Angel of Death and the angels who did the hard work putting him
back together again. Jesus invited Leroy and his buddies to come and
serve Him and His Father the Lord God. I provided the way to do it
and encouraged them to become supermen like me. They were very
interested and it will give them the opportunity to leave behind their
masculinity issues that drive their gay-bashing. They saw what I had
on offer and they want it badly, especially the massive muscles. The
thought of getting huge muscles like you and me and getting extremely
strong really turns them on. They really want the huge muscles and
enormous strength. Do you wonder, Paul, why they became so friendly?"
"Rightio," said Paul. "I understand now."
He went on. "One thing I don't understand is that you said some
police officers are Roadknights like the ones who're after the killer
who committed the Midland murders. I assume they're all telepathic.
How come 9/11 happened? How did the terrorists get away with it and
succeed in their plan? I mean, aren't there any Roadknights in the
FBI and CIA?
"The short answer is no, there are none. None at all," replied Scott.
"Why not?" asked Paul.
"I'll start at the beginning. A couple of years ago the Israelis
declared the Roadknights a terrorist organisation because 'there are
too many Muslims in it.' I know they're as paranoid as all hell over
all the suicide bombings that are happening in Israel but it was still
a stupid thing to do on their part. The Israeli Government tried to
convince the US to do the same thing but President Clinton wouldn't
have a bar of it. However, President Bush when he took over was much
more willing to listen to them. The Bush Administration did ban the
Roadknights as a terrorist organisation but that was quickly
overturned by the US Congress. However, that didn't stop the
Administration from getting rid of Roadknights from the Federal
Government agencies. As a result, there was a mass exodus of
Roadknights from the Federal Government public service, particularly
from the FBI and CIA. Not one was left. That effectively rendered
the intelligence agencies blind and deaf in comparison to what they
were before. The Roadknights did give them warnings about the
impending 9/11 terrorist attack but those warnings were totally
ignored. Mind you, the shit's going to hit the fan when the US
Congress starts its enquiry into why the attack happened and these
failures and errors become public.
And to top it all off, Bush told John Howard to ban the Roadknights in
Australia but Howard in effect told him to get stuffed. He thought
the Israelis and the Americans were bloody mad. So there're still
quite a few Roadknights in agencies like ASIO and the Australian
Federal Police as well as some of the state police forces. In fact in
South Australia the serious crime rate got driven down so much that
the Commissioner of the South Australian Police got an Order of
Australia.
What that means of course is that the chances of a terrorist attack
occurring in Australia are pretty bloody low, like negligible.
You know that Howard was in Washington on the day the 9/11 attacks
occurred. I guess it would have been difficult for him not to tell
the Americans 'I told you so.'
Do you get the picture, mate?"
"I guess so," replied Paul.
Scott continued with, "Those guys who flew the planes into the twin
towers killed nearly three thousand people and they did it
deliberately in the name of Allah. However, anyone who goes killing
people in the name of Allah or God commits a grave blasphemy against
Him and the Lord God judges that very harshly. The same goes for
those who kill in the name of Jesus like those screwball pseudo-
Christian fundamentalists who go around killing abortionists and
prostitutes and anyone else who offends them. God and Allah are the
one and the same by the way. There's none of this crap about seventy
black-eyed virgins for them to screw in Paradise. No, those souls
will go straight to hell. Do not pass Go. There they'll become, er,
'playmates' of Satan ...'
"Sounds grim," commented Paul.
"It is. It certainly is, mate," said Scott. "Even worse, if they're
really evil, they would get cast into the Outer Darkness along with
all the horrors and abominations already out there. That is really
beyond the pale."
Paul looked around. They were surrounded by the polar snowfield.
Apart from a few clouds the sky was filled with stars. The scene was
lit by the moon and the aurora. The moon was sitting on the horizon.
It looked so big. The aurora was like a billowing and waving curtain
of layered red, green and yellow light shot through with blue streaks.
"I'm cold," he said wrapping his arms around himself. "This bloody
cold wind's getting to me, like it's fucking freezing and it's so
fucking dark here."
"Come here," said Scott.
He picked Paul up bodily, plonked him down on the snow and wrapped his
huge arms around Paul's body from behind holding Paul firmly against
his own body.
Paul delighted in the warmth of the bare flesh of Scott's chest and
abdomen against his back and Scott's huge bare arms thick with muscle
surrounding his body. He felt utterly safe and protected as he
snuggled backwards into Scott's warm, massively muscular and powerful
superman's body. He felt the warmth surging into him from Scott's
body and arms around him.
Suddenly the biting cold polar wind did not matter. Paul could feel
the chill on the skin of his bare arms, shoulders and torso but the
chill-banishing warmth flowing into him from Scott's body rendered the
wind irrelevant. He felt warm and comfortable snuggling into Scott's
mighty body. He actually started to sweat, he felt so warm.
"You're standing right on the button, Paul," Scott murmured into
Paul's ear. "You're standing right on the North Pole. It's between
your legs."
Paul laughed.
"I love you, Scott," he said.
"I love you too, mate," Scott replied.
He rubbed his cheek against Paul's cheek. He felt Paul's stubble
against his skin. He liked it. Then he kissed Paul on the cheek. He
liked the way Paul leant back into him for warmth and protection.
He ran his hand down Paul's belly delighting in the feel of the hard
bulges of the thick lean powerful abdominal muscles. Paul groaned
with pleasure as Scott massaged his belly.
Scott moved his hand down further and held the bulge in front of
Paul's jeans. He felt Paul's soft penis stiffening rapidly. He
squeezed and massaged it. He was rewarded by Paul's penis becoming a
rock hard ramrod.
"Ooh, yeah," moaned Paul as he leaned back harder into Scott. "So
nice. So good."
Scott sucked and nibbled on Paul's trapezius muscle. The hard strong
flesh felt so good on his lips. Paul was solid muscle and a lot
bigger than he was before when they started that day in Ringtail
Springs.
Scott unzipped Paul's fly and Paul's stiff penis sprang out. The cold
wind played on Paul's skin. The chill made his penis tingle. But it
did not matter. The warmth pouring into him from Scott counteracted
the cold completely. Paul was sweating.
Scott rubbed his wonderfully slippery hand up and down the shaft of
Paul's penis a few times. He had switched on a small repulsive force
field that made his skin feel beautifully slippery and well-
lubricated.
"Oh, fuck, I think I'm going to come," moaned Paul.
"Wanna fuck?" asked Scott mouthing his neck.
"Oh fuck yes, yes please!" groaned Paul.
Scott made Paul's jeans and long underpants disappear leaving just the
cowboy boots and long dark blue socks covering his feet and calves.
The cold wind whipped around Paul's groin ruffling his pubic hair and
making the warm skin of his groin, thighs and penis tingle. But Paul
was hot, filled with the heat energy pouring from Scott's body. The
wind did not bother him. In fact he relished the feel of the arctic
cold wind blowing on his naked body.
Scott made his own jeans disappear as well leaving just his snakeskin
boots on his feet.
He massaged Paul's rock hard cock with his deliciously slippery hands
until Paul was close to orgasm with his balls and base of his penis
aching for release.
He put his hands around Paul's waist and inserted his penis between
Paul's buttock cheeks until the head fetched up against Paul's anal
opening. He beamed a torrent of loving mind glyphs into Paul's brain
and Paul's anus quickly relaxed.
He had already expanded the size of his penis to a length of 17 inches
(43.2 cm.) and its thickness was now 3.1 inches (8 cm) except the
lower part was now 3.25 inches (8.3 cm.). It was going to stretch
Paul's anus considerably. There was going to be pain as well as
pleasure. It was going to blow Paul's mind.
Scott quickly pushed his cock into Paul's anus until the head bumped
up against the prostate. He thumped the prostate several times and
Paul groaned as his groin filled with pleasurable and painful
stimulation.
Scott pushed his penis further up into Paul's rectum then past the
slight kink of the sigmoid colon right up the descending colon until
it reached the splenic flexure and bumped up against Paul's pounding
heart. His cock was fully embedded up inside Paul's bowels.
At the same time, Scott switched on his luminescence. He glowed
brightly all over his body. He was like a beacon in the long cold
polar night. The area around the two men was lit up brightly. Small
lumps and bumps in the surrounding icefield cast long shadows.
The thought occurred to Paul that his insides were being illuminated
by Scott's penis stuck up where the sun don't shine. Scott laughed as
he picked up the thought from Paul's mind.
"I love you, mate," Scott murmured into Paul's ear. "I love you so
much and I'm going to pump so much spunk into your illuminated arse
with my glowing hot cock. I'm gonna fill you up with my magic semen."
He planted a big slow sloppy warm wet kiss on the side of Paul's neck
just below his ear.
Paul shuddered with eager anticipation. He groaned with delight at
his impalement. He was filled with cock right up from his tightly
stretched anus to the middle of his chest and he loved it. He loved
Scott so much. He was overjoyed that Scott had got over his anger and
was now fucking him. He would do anything for Scott. He loved him so
much.
Scott started thrusting into Paul with a fast regular rhythm. He
revelled in the tightness of Paul's massively muscular body around his
penis. However, he locked down his own orgasm because he was aware
that Paul's orgasm was approaching and he needed to be prepared for
any eventualities that may occur.
At the same time Paul was riding the exquisite intense pleasure and
pain of Scott's mighty penis thrusting up into his bowels and
penetrating into the hidden innermost depths of his being. He was
shaken and stirred into a state beyond comprehension.
The pressure towards orgasm was building inexorably inside Paul.
There was an odd pressure and tingling at the base of his spine. That
was in addition to the pressure building in his groin. Already they
were contracting in preparation for the coming orgasm.
A little worry crept in Paul's mind about him having another epileptic
seizure during his orgasm with the Kundalini rising up out of the base
of his spine. Already the base of his spine was tingling furiously
even as he felt Scott's pubic area and lower abdomen thumping up
against it as Scott thrust his cock into him.
"Don't worry, mate, about the Kundalini rising," murmured Scott into
Paul's ear. "I'm all prepared for it. And Lovedeep reckons it's
likely to know what to do this time. It'll rise up through the
channels it's been up before with the last time. So, go man go."
Scott beamed loving relaxing glyphs into Paul's mind. Paul let the
worry go and relaxed into the gloriously stimulating sex they were
having.
Paul felt his insides being wonderfully stirred, massaged and
stimulated by Scott's penis ramming up into him. It felt like the
Dalek Dildo up his arse only better, much, much better. This was the
real thing. It felt as if Scott was sending pulses of electricity all
through his groin and abdomen. His heart was pounding furiously.
There was roaring in his ears. Shudders ran through his frame. His
eyes watered. All the time he was conscious of the fast steady thrust
of Scott's cock up his arsehole bumping up against his prostate and
pushing deep into his torso up to his thumping heart.
He was dimly aware of the chill of the cold wind playing on his naked
body and around his ramrod hard penis sticking proudly out into the
cold polar night air. The chill did not matter because there was so
much heat energy pouring into him from Scott's body that he was hot
and sweating. He was dimly aware of his boots crunching on the ice as
Scott thrust into him.
There was a sudden painful contraction in his groin in the area of his
balls, base of his penis and around his arsehole stretched tight
around Scott's pumping cock. The pressure that had been building in
his groin let go in an overwhelming orgasmic explosion. Paul threw
his head back and screamed into the wind of the long polar night.
Hot semen erupted up out of his testicles and gushed out of his cock.
He was dimly aware of a sound like pebbles being scattered on the icy
surface in front of him. He looked and saw his snap-frozen semen
bouncing on the surface of the icefield and blowing away with the
wind. It was so cold that his semen froze solid the instant it
spurted from his cock.
Paul continued his screams of orgasmic ecstasy.
A secondary explosion occurred at the base of his spine that caused
his body to shake. The Kundalini rose up and roared up through the
energy channels through all the chakras until it hit the crown chakra
at the top of Paul's brain. His telepathic sense came on with a snap
like the limp sails of a becalmed tall square-rigged sailing ship
filling with a snap in a sudden wind and the ship begins powering
through the waves again.
Paul's orgasm continued unabated. Joyfully his mind ran into Scott's
mind like two rivers merging. He was elated to have his telepathic
sense restored. He loved Scott totally and he was jubilant to see
that his love was reflected by Scott's love for him.
This time he was aware that Scott was watching him closely while
enjoying to the full fucking Paul's mighty, powerful and muscular
body.
Scott: << You bloody beauty! Lovedeep was right! The Kundalini came
on again with no problems this time. Fantastic! And you're now a
telepath again. >>
He was very close to an orgasm himself. The only reason he had not
gone off yet was that he had locked down his orgasm.
He released the lock and almost immediately roared into an orgasm. He
roared like a bull in rut as a joyful explosion occurred in his groin.
He thrust his penis up Paul's anus as far as it could go and embedded
it up to the hilt. Paul's tight arsehole was like a tight wide band
around the base of his penis. Scott's semen erupted in great
quantities into the depths of Paul's bowels right up at the very top
of his abdomen right next to his hammering heart.
Sensing Scott's orgasmic raptures and Scott's semen gushing into the
very depths of his bowels was enough to drive Paul into another
thundering orgasmic climax.
Their orgasms combined together and rose up in a towering firestorm of
passion. Their minds ran together like two rivers of white-hot molten
metal.
Conjoined together, they were like two prize stud bulls whose frames
were packed with solid meaty muscle as they slaked their lust and love
in one another.
They were lost together in their intermingled orgasms. They melted
into one another like two rivers of molten lava flowing from their
conjoint eruptions. Their minds filled with exultation as they gave
their joint orgasms to the universe and it responded with mountains of
love. They linked up with the Lord God and revelled in His
unconditional bountiful beautiful endless love.
Paul's snap-frozen semen bounced and scattered on the icefield in
front of him. The strong freezing cold arctic wind picked up the
pebbles of solid semen and blew them off into the distance. Paul
truly felt that he was giving his orgasm to the universe and it was
accepting it as it took his semen.
A long time passed. Their combined orgasms went on and on as Scott
poured torrents of energy into Paul.
Strange tingling feelings and peculiar aches ran throughout Paul's
body concentrating particularly in his muscles. He was too involved
in his and Scott's orgasms to care. He was filled with joy and
exultation from the glorious fuck and Scott was filling his bowels
with magic semen. It was wonderful beyond compare.
He threw his head and screamed in the most rapturous jubilation.
More time passed. Their orgasms continued.
After what seemed to be an interminable period their combined
intermingled orgasms wound down to a symphonic end.
They remained joined together with Scott's huge cock stiff up Paul's
arse and his thick mighty arms wrapped around Paul who felt utterly
comfortable, at peace and gloriously well fucked.
They opened their eyes and saw a splendid aurora all around them. The
multi-coloured curtains of light were shifting and dancing all about
them. It was beautiful. Both men were entranced.
Paul: << I wonder what's happening. >>
He felt Scott put out a telepathic query. Replies came back.
Scott transmitted: << The angels are dancing and the sun burped. Both
explanations are true. >>
Paul: <+ Feelings of wonder at the glorious phenomenon being displayed
to them +>
Scott: << A real show is being put on for us. You and I stirred up
some real energy when we had our fuck. There's the result. >>
They remained joined together, the man and the superman. Full of
wonder, they watched the colourful auroral display.
Scott came into his mind again. He was resting his chin on Paul's
shoulder but he had to stand up straight to do so.
<< Mate, I think you've grown. You are taller. >>
Paul looked around and saw that he was eye-level with the top of
Scott's head. Yes, he was taller.
Scott: << I reckon you've grown about another fifteen centimetres or
six inches and by the feel of you, you've put on at least another
forty or fifty kilos (88 - 110 lb.). You're one huge mass of solid
hard muscle and massively powerful. >>
Paul: << Wow! Right on! >>
Scott: << Yeah! >>
Scott picked up Paul's hand and examined it and his arm with his
cryptoscopic sense. He was trying to find out how Paul was able to
smash Leroy's skull and Cal's jaw so comprehensively without suffering
any broken bones himself. Leroy had a good hard skull but Paul was
able to smash it easily with his fist like it was a sledgehammer.
Scott: << Billy described Leroy's head as looking like it had been hit
by a Mack truck. That's a pretty fair description. His head was
squashed flat. It looked like a smashed watermelon. You must have
extraordinarily tough bones not to break the bones in your hand when
you punched him out like that. That was one hell of a whack you gave
him to shatter his skull like that. >>
Paul felt a twinge of guilt.
<< I'm glad you were able to fix him OK. >>
Scott was definite. << Don't feel guilty about it. No need to, mate.
Those guys needed to learn the lesson and the angels did most of the
work in rebuilding Leroy's head and brain and they did a fantastic job
of it. In fact Leroy's brain is better now than it was before. His
IQ has jumped up one hell a lot. I reckon he's got a really high
intelligence now. In fact he could actually be a genius. Basically I
was just there to help and I learnt a lot too.
The lesson you need to take away from all this, mate, is that you are
so strong now that ordinary people squish very easily. That will
certainly be even more true when you become a superman with superhuman
strength. But I wonder how it is your bones are able to take it now
without breaking. >>
Scott turned up the resolution of his cryptoscopic sense as he
examined the bones of Paul's hand and arm.
He found it, the reason why Paul's bones were so tough. He saw that
Paul's bones were full of a thick dense network of tiny but extremely
strong tough protein fibres like structural spider webs that
reinforced the bones. In fact Paul's bones were like steel-reinforced
concrete but very much tougher.
Scott examined the rest of Paul's skeleton and found that all his
bones were reinforced by the networks of protein fibres.
He was puzzled. He had never heard of such a thing before. He put
the question out on the telepathic web that interlinked all the
telepaths' minds. He received a flurry of answers.
Derek: << Scott, mate, it's your magic semen that's done that to Paul
and given him bones tougher than reinforced concrete. >>
Pan: << I can confirm that. I've been consulting with the Lord God
and that is one of the properties of the magic semen that He has
bestowed upon you. You've also noticed the enormous increase in the
size and strength of Paul's muscles. His bones have been strengthened
with this reinforcing to cope with the massive increase in his
muscular power. You have noticed too that he has grown in height
quite significantly. Not only that but Paul's internal organs have
been upgraded to take the big increase in the size of Paul's body.
Your semen is powerful stuff! >>
The other answers were all in a similar vein.
Paul: << Wow! >>
Scott: << Well, Paul, I think you're a quasi-superman already, well,
with your tremendous strength and your reinforced bones anyway. >>
Paul: << I reckon I do want to be a superman. I've already promised
Jesus that I'll serve Him and His Father. I guess becoming a superman
is part of the deal. >>
<< It certainly is, mate. >>
Paul made the decision there and then to go before the Lord God and
pledge to serve Him forever. The decision was definite. Scott could
detect no doubts in Paul's mind.
The two men removed their boots and socks, left them on the polar ice
and Paul jumped onto Scott's back.
Scott took Paul up to Heaven and Paul pledged to serve God forever.
He was unified with God and he received super powers from God.
God did reduce Paul's size. Just for fun He gave Paul the same size,
weight and muscular build as Scott. When Scott stood next to Paul,
the only differences were their heads, faces and hair. Paul's hair
was short, blond and straight while Scott's hair was a thick mass of
black curls. They both were 193 centimetres (6'4") tall and weighed
180 kilograms (397 lb.) Both had upper arms measuring 71 centimetres
(28 inches) in circumference. They both had massively powerful builds
with identical musculature. Paul even had the same spectacular ten-
pack of abdominal muscles as Scott.
When they returned from Heaven, they went and had a glorious hot fuck
in the thermonuclear core of the Sun just for fun and to celebrate
Paul's new status of superman. It was like the time when Derek first
became a superman and he and Hal had a celebratory fuck afterwards in
the core of the Sun.
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Continued in Part 71.
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