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The Old Valley Road Hotel.

By Wombat.
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Chapter 7 - 'A Rainy Day' Part 16.

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Part 76: Leaving Riverside
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A cavalcade of motorcycles with a couple of four-wheel-drives and
Scott's ute towing a trailer arrived at Riverside Caravan Park.  They
proceeded to the little old white fibreglass caravan in which Cave
Bear had been living.

The motorcyclists dismounted and removed their denim jackets which
they left hanging from the handlebars of their bikes.  All the men
were now shirtless but they were wearing brief workman's shorts or
denim jeans shorts or brief jeans cut-offs with runners, basketball
boots, high-sided workman's boots or big biker boots.  Some women
arrived in the four-wheel-drives. Two arrived in Scott's ute.

It was no surprise that the arrivals attracted much attention from the
inhabitants of the caravan park.  A small crowd soon gathered around
to watch the activity.

The motorcyclists soon set to work cleaning up the caravan in which
Bear had been living.  Bear looked around inside the caravan and
decided that there was nothing he wanted to keep.  Some of the
arrivals set to work cleaning out the interior of the caravan.

Derek, Fox, Red, Travis and Bat set to work cleaning the exterior of
caravan of all the gum, resin and stuff that had fallen from the
overhanging eucalyptus trees.  As a result the caravan had taken on a
mottled greyish appearance.  The men poured some interesting-smelling
blue liquid from the tins in the back of Derek's Pajero into buckets
and mixed it with water.  They then started scrubbing the caravan's
exterior.  The accumulated gum and stuff came off quite easily
exposing the gleaming white original surface of the fibreglass shell
of the caravan.

All the old bedding was taken out and dumped in the trailer hitched to
Scott's ute.  It was destined for the rubbish dump along with
everything else put in the trailer.

Jessica went around the exterior and ensured all the fittings were
sound.  She used her super powers to subtly fix any that were not.

Bear, Gabriel, Paul, Zack, Luke, Alex and Gazza cleaned out the
interior of the caravan both physically and by using their super
powers to clean up the mess and the stains.  Becky and Angela were
using their super powers to make any repairs necessary to the interior
fittings of the caravan.  Both the women were wielding screwdrivers
just for show.

Bear stood out because of his great height and heavily muscled
shirtless body.  He removed an apparently new double bed mattress
wrapped in plastic from the back of the Land Cruiser.  He ripped off
the plastic wrapping with one hand while holding the mattress up with
the other hand holding one of the mattress handles.  The display of
his huge bulging muscles working had most of the watchers open-mouthed
with awe.  Bear then took the mattress over to the caravan and placed
it on the now spotless double bed base.

Perry sidled up to Scott.  He had seen Paul but he was afraid of him
because he had lost a fight with the big young man in the Prince of
Wales Hotel and he had been beaten up painfully.  When he saw how much
more muscular Paul had become since then, he was very afraid.
However, he thought that Scott was alright.

He was amazed at how much muscle Scott had gained.  He said that Scott
was truly awesome.  He expressed his unstinting admiration for Scott
and he remarked how huge and muscular all the men were with their tops
off.

A little hesitantly he asked, "Do you know where's Cave Bear?  I
haven't seen him around for a while.  Is he OK?"

"He's fine," said Scott with a smile.

Bear was just coming past after dumping a cardboard box full of
rubbish in the trailer.

Scott's smile turned into a wide grin.

"That's him," he said indicating Bear's massive form walking past.

Perry's mouth opened wide, his jaw dropped and his eyes opened so wide
that they nearly popped out of their sockets.

He managed to collect himself.

"You ... you ... you mean ..." he stammered.

"G'day, Perry," said Bear in his deep masculine baritone.  "I'm Bear
now.  I used to be Cave Bear but not anymore."

Perry stared at him stupidly.

"You are fucking awesome," he managed to get out.  "How ... how ...
how did ..."

"How did I get like this?" said Bear.

He put his hand on Scott's shoulder and said, "In a nutshell, Perry,
this man showed me how to become what I am now and I did it."

"Oh," replied Perry weakly.

His brain was approaching overload.

Ellis de la Mare walked down from his house.  Despite the warm summer
weather, he moved with some care because of the arthritis troubling
his joints.  He had heard the cavalcade of big motorbikes rumble past
his house.  When he got to a window and looked out, he had seen all
the people gathered around Cave Bear's caravan.

He shook hands with Bear.

"It's good to see you, Bear," he said.  "Please excuse my rather
strange demeanour when I saw you the other day.  I was just so blown
away by the enormous changes that you have undergone.  I'm still
struggling to come to grips with it all.  Please do excuse me, Bear."

"Not a problem, Mr De la Mare," rumbled Bear cheerfully.  He grinned.
"You're excused."

Ellis's smile was wry.  He was getting some of his own medicine back.

Scott introduced Ellis and Perry to the other people in the group.

When they came to Paul, they all sensed a certain stiffness with Paul
and Perry's fear.

"I hear there's a bit of history between you too," commented Scott
cheerfully.

"You could say that, mate," replied Paul looking down at Perry from
his magnificently muscled height.

Perry hid behind Scott.  Muffled snickers went around the group.

Ellis wondered what was going on but did not feel free to ask.

He took an immediate liking to Jessica.  He admired the tall brunette
with the no-nonsense air about her.  She reminded him of a woman
friend he had whom he had not seen in many years.

He was introduced to the five men scrubbing the outside of the
caravan.  Fox was standing on the roof of the caravan with a scrubbing
brush in his hand.  He said "Hi" from the roof.  Ellis thought Fox
looked like a blond god with his shirtless torso glistening in the
sun.

Jessica remarked that it showed how strongly built the little
fibreglass caravan was.  Fox weighed 125 kilograms (275 lb.) of solid
muscle and the caravan showed no signs of stress.

Ellis did a quick approximate conversion in his head.

"My goodness!" he exclaimed.  "That is nearly twenty stones standing
on the roof like that and the roof's not caving in."

"Yes," replied Jessica, "they're sturdy little vans, those little egg-
shaped fibreglass ones and they're very much sought after because
they're Australian made.  They are very collectible these days because
they're so rare.  Your van looks really good now that it's all
scrubbed up, spruced up inside and it's all in very good condition
too.  I was browsing through EBay the other day and I saw one that
went for $28,000.  It was over in Western Australia too, Perth I
think, a good 4000 kilometre (2500 mile) drive from here.  So if you
do want to sell it, you'd get good money for it."

Ellis was impressed.  So much for taking it to the rubbish dump.  That
was out of the question now.  He thanked Jessica for letting him know.

Scott introduced him to Derek.  Ellis thought that Derek was about the
most beautiful man he had ever seen.  He was taken aback by Derek's
perfect good looks and magnificently muscled body.  Derek looked like
a god descended to Earth.  Despite his looks and body, Derek had a
friendly, easy-going manner.  Ellis liked him instantly.

With Derek was a man who looked as if he had Down Syndrome.  He was
another of the men cleaning the exterior of the caravan.  Scott
introduced Bat to Ellis who saw that there was real intelligence in
the bright blue eyes that seemed to bore into him.  Yet Bat appeared
friendly enough.  He had the same lean and powerfully muscular build
of the other men who certainly appeared to treat him as an equal.

Bat was a little taller than Ellis and shirtless like all the other
men.  His splendidly muscular torso, arms and legs were on display.
Prominent veins showed on his thickly muscled arms.  Bat was wearing a
brief but expensive-looking pair of suede leather shorts with yellow
leather work boots with khaki socks rolled down to their tops.

To Ellis he was an interesting sight, a man with the appearance of
Down Syndrome but of obvious intelligence and with a lean, very strong
and massively muscled build.  Ellis thought he was surprisingly sexy.

A little boy of about five years old came up to Bear.

"Mister, can I have the alarm clock in the big white car with the
jumping fish?" he asked.

"Sure," said Bear.  "I'll just go and get it for you.  It was going to
the op-shop anyway so I'm glad it's going to a good home."

Bear ran with a long-legged lope over to the white Land Cruiser and
picked up the old blue wind-up alarm clock with the jumping fish and
two chromed bells on top from the open back of the four-wheel-drive.

He loped back to the boy.  He squatted down and presented him with the
alarm clock.  The little boy accepted the alarm clock with gratitude
and threw his little arms around Bear.

The boy's mother came over and thanked Bear.

Perry peeled away from the group.  He felt intimidated by all the huge
musclemen.

Ellis, on the other hand was very much impressed by the amazing
athletic grace with which the massively built musclemen moved about.
To him they looked like heavily muscled ballet dancers.  He was
wonder-struck to see all those big powerfully-built men moving with
such elegant and agile beauty.  It seemed to him that he had
transported from Earth to some paradisiacal utopia.

Perhaps the stories about the Roadknights were right.  Maybe they were
all into martial arts.

Scott introduced Ellis to Zack who was helping to clean out the
caravan.  Ellis could not help but eye Zack up and down as he took in
Zack's shirtless and truly magnificent muscular and tanned body, the
spectacular thick mounds of pectorals muscles, his broad heavily
muscled shoulders, the huge thick muscular arms covered with veins
with mighty bulging biceps, the mountainous abdominal eight-pack and
thick powerful thighs.  Zack wore a brief white pair of shorts that
covered a large set of genitals and on his feet wore calf-length
yellow leather work-boots with thick soles and thick black socks
rolled down to the boot tops.  What most drew Ellis's attention were
Zack's penetrating but haunting and sensitive eyes.

To Ellis, Zack looked of foreign descent but he spoke with an
Australian accent.  Ellis was unsure of Zack's ethnic origins but he
did not appear to be of Anglo-Saxon decent.  He did not feel confident
about asking Zack about his origins.  Zack's dark eyes appeared to
bore into him uncomfortably.  To Ellis Zack appeared tremendously but
intimidatingly sexy and Ellis felt he could never take up with a man
like Zack.

Then Scott introduced Ellis to Luke who was returning from dumping a
carton full of rubbish in the trailer.  Ellis looked at the huge,
stunningly good-looking muscleman with bright blue eyes, a flourishing
golden blond moustache and a helmet of curly golden blond hair.  The
man was beautiful and appeared to be in his absolute prime in his mid-
twenties.  His skin was a golden tan.  Like all the other musclemen he
was not wearing a shirt and his magnificent, powerfully muscled body
was on full display.  Luke had a very similar build to Zack.  He wore
a faded dark blue pair of Stubbies or brief workmen's shorts and big
brown leather workmen's boots with thick khaki socks rolled down to
the tops of the boots.  To Ellis he looked remarkably sexy, a dream
lover or a blond sex god complete with the outline of a big cock
visible in the front of his shorts.  His name rattled something in
Ellis's memory but Ellis could not place him.  He had no recollections
of the man standing before him.  Luke too moved with the same agile
athletic grace as the other muscular men.

Next Scott introduced Ellis to Alex and Gazza.  They were both about
to enter the caravan.  Ellis saw each man had a large ornate
Roadknight insignia tattoo that covered most of his back.  Both men
were of similar height and with the same huge muscles as both Zack and
Luke.  They turned back and came over to Scott and Ellis.  Alex put
his arm around Gazza's shoulders.

Alex was well tanned and bearded with rugged good looks.  He sported a
magnificent wide mohawk of thick straight black hair that stood out
horizontally over his forehead and formed a high ridge over the top
and back of his head.  The sides of his head were covered with very
close-cut hair.  The effect was like a stallion's mane.

Gazza was a very good-looking man with medium-length straight reddish
blond hair, a moustache and a golden tan.  Both men were wearing brief
shiny black tight vinyl shorts and big shiny black leather knee-high
biker boots.  Both were heavily tattooed all over their bodies with
motifs of skulls, dragons, snakes, daggers, swords and guns.

Alex was wearing his thick solid gold cock ring studded with medium-
sized deep blue diamonds under his tight black vinyl shorts.  The
result was that his big thick cock was half erect.  To a superman like
Alex using his psychokinetic powers, the solid gold cock ring was
easily manipulable like putty or elastic.  He could stretch out to put
it on over his cock and tighten it up as much as he wanted.

Alex had magicked it into existence.  A jeweller had valued the cock
ring at about $250,000 when Gazza had taken it in to be valued just
for fun.

Ellis could not help but notice Alex's big cock espaliered across the
front of his shorts.  He thought he saw the outline of a thick cock
ring around the base.  It was difficult for him to move his eyes from
the bulge.  It was obviously a big penis.

He smirked when he saw a thick black snake with one eye tattooed down
the inside of Alex's left thigh from the edge of the very brief shorts
down to his knee.

"Is that the dreaded one-eyed trouser snake on your leg?" he asked
Alex.

"Yes," replied Alex with a grin.

Ellis could not help but notice that both men had the words 'Vietnam
1969-1972' tattooed on their right arms.  He had to ask but he thought
he had better be tactful.  There may be painful memories of lost loved
ones.  Both men looked far too young to have been involved in the war
in Vietnam.

"I'm intrigued by the Vietnam tattoos you've both got on your arms,"
he began carefully.  "Are they in memory of someone near and dear to
you who gave his life in Vietnam?"

"No," replied Gazza.  "We got them because we both fought in the
Vietnam War.  And, yes, quite a few of mates of ours did get killed in
action then.  Our battalion under Peter Kursky saw a lot of action in
Vietnam during the war."

"But... but... you couldn't have been born then," Ellis blurted out.
"Most Vietnam veterans in their fifties or older and you two look
nothing like that old, like you're both half that age."

Gazza and Alex laughed.

"Thanks for the compliment, Ellis," said Gazza, "but we're a lot older
than we look."

"But... but... how is that possible?"

Both men grinned.

"Magic," said Alex.

"I don't understand."

Scott put his hand on Ellis's shoulder.

"Ellis, there're a lot of things that people don't understand," he
said.  "If your consciousness grows sufficiently, then I'll explain it
all to you but not until then."

"Why not?  Why not now?"  Ellis became querulous.

"The reason is that right now you simply would not understand it if I
tried to explain it all to you so I'm not going to waste my breathe,"
replied Scott

Ellis noticed that both Gazza and Alex were grinning but Scott looked
serious.

Alex: << Well handled, Deputy Prior. >>

Scott: << Thanks. >>

Ellis said, "I still don't understand."

"No and I wouldn't expect you to," replied Scott.  "If the opportunity
to grow and develop your consciousness presents itself to you, you
should grab it with both hands and run with it like I did."

"This consciousness-growing business, do the huge muscles you fellows
have come with it?"

"If that is right for you, then yes."

Perry was still within earshot and heard the interchange.  He
considered asking Scott when the time was right.

Ellis still had questions but at that moment Gabriel walked past after
putting some of Bear's old clean clothes that were clean in the back
of the Land Cruiser ready for the op-shop.  Scott introduced him and
Ellis.

Ellis looked at Gabriel with interest.  He was intrigued by the tall
shirtless black man's powerful build, huge bulging muscles, shiny
black skin, curly black hair, piercing big black eyes and stunning
good looks.  Gabriel was wearing a tight brief faded low-slung pair of
denim jeans cutoffs that showed off his spectacularly well-developed
thighs and abdominal ten-pack.  He had on as well a thick leather
calf-length pair of yellow workmen's boots with thick, light khaki
woollen socks rolled down to the tops of the boots.  He had a similar
build to Scott and Paul but was slightly bigger.  His spectacularly
muscular torso was completely hairless.

Ellis took note of the prominent large genital bulge in the front of
the shorts.  He was also feeling irritated by Scott being obscure in
his answers to Ellis's questions.

"How long have you been in Australia?" Ellis asked him.

"All my life," replied Gabriel.

"When did your family arrive here?"

"In the dream time about seventy thousand years ago."

"What?  Are you really an Aboriginal?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry.  I didn't realise.  You look too good-looking to..."
Ellis's voice trailed off as he realised he was about to make a bad
social blunder.

Gabriel smiled tolerantly.

"You were going to say I'm too good-looking to be an Aboriginal," he
stated.  "Yes, I am indeed Aboriginal.  Don't worry too much.  I'm
used to that sort of crap.  I'm a man of the Adnyamathanha nation and
my country is centred around the North Flinders Ranges in South
Australia."

Ellis felt embarrassed.

"I'm dreadfully sorry."  Ellis was very apologetic.  "I really did
think that you were Indian.  You look so like the statue of a black
god I saw in India once.  I'm sure that the statue was modelled on
you.  You look so Indian.  In fact you look like that Black God come
to life.  You look like you must be an avatar of the Black God."

"When did you see the statue?  How old would the statue be?" Gabriel
asked gently.

"I saw the statue when I was last in India in 1969 and it was probably
hundreds of years old if not a thousand years or more."

"I wasn't born when you saw the statue thirty two or thirty three
years ago.  I am twenty four years old.  I turn twenty five this
year."

"But the statue is of you.  You must be..."  Ellis's voice halted.
The words were stuck.  No more would come out.

Gabriel pinged Ellis's memories trying to bring them to the surface.
The dam wall broke inside Ellis's mind.  Ellis's face crumpled.  Tears
poured down his face.  He began a high keening cry as remembered
misery surged up and flooded through his brain.

Immediately the telepaths homed in on Ellis's mind to pick up the
chaotic torrent of memories.  They worked hard as a team piecing
together into a coherent narrative all Ellis's memories that were
flooding in from all the forgotten corners of his mind.

Scott contacted Lovedeep who was in bed with a man in a bedroom in the
Paddlesteamer Motel on the banks of the River Murray at Cobdogla in
South Australia.  Lovedeep had his cock firmly embedded in the arse of
the man, Dustin.  They had just had another round of wonderful sex
that morning and Dustin was glorying in the golden afterglow.  He felt
so gloriously happy and relaxed.  He was almost asleep after enjoying
every minute of the most wonderful sex he had ever had in his life.

Scott: << Glad to see you're enjoying yourself, Lovedeep.  >>

Lovedeep: << I am indeed. Dustin is one sweet fuck. >>

<< Lovedeep, I see you're making love deep inside Dustin. >>

<< Scott, that is an execrable pun and we have not even met yet. >>

Smiles ran around the group of telepaths in the Riverside Caravan
Park.

Scott: << Sorry.  I couldn't resist it.  >>

<< You'll have to do better than that, young man. >>

<< I'm humbled.  Mind you, you're doing pretty well for a man of a
hundred and seven years old.  And you've got your cock up a man who's
less than a third of your age. >>

There was muffled laughter in the Riverside group.

Lovedeep: << Dear Scott, I'm an immortal superman just like you.  And
I can morph into any shape or form I choose, just like you can. >>

Scott pressed on bravely: << What I mean to ask, Lovedeep, is do you
recognise the black god that Ellis was talking about with Gabriel? >>

<< Can you get me a clearer picture of the statue of the god and of
the temple in which it resides?  If you could find out in which town
or city the temple is situated that would be helpful. >>

Gabriel wrapped his mighty arms around the crying Ellis in a
comforting hug.  Instinctively Ellis put his arms around Gabriel and
buried his face between the thick bulges of pectoral muscles on
Gabriel's chest.  He took comfort in the solid mass of muscle and the
hot bare sweaty back of the big man hugging him but the misery rose up
inside him in a gush that could not be quelled.  Gabriel could feel
Ellis's tears tickling as they ran down his chest and belly.

Gabriel, Jessica, Becky, Luke, Fox, Derek and Bear got a fairly clear
picture of the Black God from Ellis's memory.  Jessica, Gabriel, Luke,
Derek and Bear retrieved a somewhat blurry recollection of the temple
itself both inside and outside.  The name of the black god could not
be retrieved from Ellis's memory.  Ellis's recollection of the
location of temple was distinctly fuzzy.  The best they could do was
that it was in a town somewhere in South India a long tiring one-and-
a-half-day train journey south from Bombay (or Mumbai as the city is
known now) covering a distance of over 1600 kilometres (1000 miles).
The name of the town was lost from Ellis's memory.  The information
gleaned was passed instantaneously to Lovedeep.

Lovedeep: << Thank you, people.  However, I do not recognise the god
that Ellis is referring to. >>

Scott: << Even though Ellis thinks Gabriel looks just like him. >>

Lovedeep: << I am doubting that Ellis's memory can be relied upon.
The incidents he is recalling happened a long time ago.  Right now
Gabriel has Ellis enveloped in a big hug and Ellis is drawing much
comfort from Gabriel.  I think that it is quite possible that the
image of Gabriel in Ellis's mind is overlaying his recollection of the
Black God.  It is likely that the Black God resembles Gabriel but that
does not prove to me the identity.  There are many gods who are black
or have black manifestations or avatars. >>

Scott was disappointed.

Lovedeep: << Scott, do not be unhappy.  It is impossible for me to
pinpoint the black god that has had such an impact upon Ellis.  After
all, the Hindu scriptures state that there are 330 million gods in
Hinduism. >>

Scott was amazed.  << 330 million!  How on earth do you manage to keep
track of them all?  >>

<< You don't.  People usually worship the gods that are traditional in
the family and in the village. >>

<< How do you reconcile being a Hindu with being a superman who has
pledged to serve the One Lord God Almighty? >>

<< That's easy.  All the Hindu gods can be regarded as emanations
from, manifestations of or avatars of the One Real God, the Ultimate
Infinite Reality, That which contains the whole Universe and holds it
all in being, That whom we Hindus know as Brahman.  Most Christians
believe that there are three persons in one God, the three persons
being the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.  These three persons
who make up the Holy Trinity are manifestations of or emanations from
the One God who is the Trinity.  Looking at it another way, they are
three manifestations of the Christian God, the Creator, the Word and
the Wisdom or if you like, the Creator, the Sustainer and the
Revelator, that who reveals or shows forth.  These three
manifestations are analogous to an extent to the three major gods in
Hinduism, Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva.  The God to whom we have pledged
ourselves to serve is but a manifestation of The One True God who is
all gods and in whom are all gods and all of reality, the Atman, the
Pneuma, Ishvara, Brahman, a perceived manifestation that our still as
yet not fully fledged human intelligences can comprehend and relate
to.  However, when we pledged ourselves to God, from a Christian
viewpoint, we pledged to serve the Father, the Son and the Holy
Spirit, all three and the One.  We have pledged to serve the One God
in all His multitude of manifestations.  Bear in mind that we all
exist in something like a gigantic computer game spanning the entire
Universe and running in the Mind of God.  In effect we humans and
everything else are all constructs in this giant computer game and
therefore manifestations of the Mind of God although we humans have
been given the gift of free will.  We can therefore act independently
of the Mind of God. >>

<< I think I understand. >>

<< You shall and as you understand more and more until the time comes
when you completely understand, you fully comprehend the completeness
of the One God, the Atman, you will be a great man indeed, fit to
command angels and archangels. >>

Dustin stirred.  He twisted around in Lovedeep's arms and planted a
kiss on Lovedeep's cheek.  Scott perceived that he was a plump chubby
man in his early thirties with short straight sandy blond hair.

"I love you, Lawrie," said Dustin.  "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Dustin," replied Lovedeep alias Lawrie.

"Let's spend the day like this just making love."

"Yeah, all right.  Sounds like a plan."

"I just love having your cock up my arse.  I never thought being
fucked by another man would be like this.  It's just so totally
wonderful being fucked by you, 'specially a man as gorgeous as you,
Lawrie.  You're like a god, the god who fucked me."

Dustin giggled.

Scott perceived that Dustin had been divorced for about three years
and he was working as a call centre operator in Sydney.  His ex-wife
lived with their two daughters in Ascot Park, a suburb in the south-
west of Adelaide.  There were no sons.  Dustin lived alone in a block
of flats in Blacktown, one of the western suburbs of Sydney.  Every
now and again Dustin would drive his car across to Adelaide to visit
his ex-wife and their daughters.  This time he was returning from one
of these visits.

Dustin had never had sex with another man until he met Lovedeep a.k.a.
Lawrie at the Paddlesteamer Motel.  Since his divorce he had
progressively become more and more disenchanted with women.  He had
had no luck with women in Sydney at all.  Often their response would
be something like "Piss off, Fatso!"  He started noticing that he was
looking at handsome muscular young men with all sorts of mixed
feelings, admiration, envy and not a little sexual attraction.
However, he felt totally inadequate.  He had no confidence at all in
approaching such a man for sex.

Then he met Lawrie in the bar of the Paddlesteamer Motel the previous
evening.  He found himself being strongly attracted to the powerfully
muscled and gloriously good-looking fit tanned man without a shirt.
He got talking to Lawrie. When Lawrie suggested they have sex
together, Dustin eagerly accepted.  They went to Dustin's motel room
soon afterwards.  They immediately stripped naked and jumped into the
double bed together.

Scott withdrew and tuned in with the other telepaths stringing
together a coherent story from the chaotic impressions they were able
to glean from Ellis's mind.

Around the time Ellis saw the Black God, he was in love with an Indian
man, Sashi, whom he had met shortly after he arrived in Bombay (now
called Mumbai) from Sydney in September 1967.  He had inherited a
large amount of money, real estate and investments from his beloved
great-aunt and had embarked on his big trip overseas.

Sashi was a fit, strong and virile man aged in his mid-twenties while
Ellis was younger.  Sashi had a lean, athletic and muscular build with
broad shoulders, strong back and slim strong waist, very dark skin, a
hairy chest and black curly hair with a luxuriant black moustache.  He
was tall, somewhat over six feet (183 cm.) and very good-looking,
beautiful in fact with cute boyish looks.

Ellis on the other hand had a lean athletic build and was about five
feet eleven inches (180 cm.) tall.  He had fair skin and straight
golden blond hair, big wide-set emerald green eyes with dark eyebrows
and a cute little snub nose.  He had very little hair on his body,
mainly just the pubic hair, and he was very good-looking with sweet
angelic looks.  At school he used to be called things like 'cherub' or
'pretty boy' at least in his earlier years.

Sashi and Ellis had an excellent relationship.  It was the best
relationship that Ellis had been in and it was the first long-term
relationship that Sashi had with another man.  When Ellis was at
school, he was often fucked by the other boys but there was no real
love in the sex even though he enjoyed being fucked.

It was sheer joy for Ellis to have Sashi powering up his arse while
making love.  It was energetic and beautiful with guaranteed orgasms.

Ellis used to love Sashi's body odour, the strong and musky masculine
smell of a strong, fit and vigorous man.  He used to love it
particularly after Sashi had been doing one of his heavy work-outs in
the gym downstairs on the first floor of the apartment building where
they lived.  Sashi used to arrive in the apartment all hot, sweaty and
smelly and fuck Ellis into a state of delirium.  For Ellis it was the
sweetest thing.

Sashi insisted that they kept their relationship secret.  There was to
be no kissing or holding hands in public.  Sashi said that if their
relationship had become public knowledge, it would bring much shame
upon Sashi's family.  People would stop doing business with Sashi's
father and that would drive the family into bankruptcy.

Not only that, but sexual activity between men was then and is now
totally illegal in India.  Those prosecuted under this law, a hangover
from the days of the British Raj, faced up to a lifetime sentence in
prison.  There have been moves to reform this law but they faced stiff
opposition from conservative religious groups, Hindu, Muslim and
Christian alike.

Ellis and Sashi lived together in a spacious and well-appointed
apartment that they both rented in a tall tower block in Bombay
overlooking the Arabian Sea.  Sashi kept a separate bedroom in which
he could pretend to sleep so that his family and friends would not
suspect anything unusual was going on when they came to visit.  A very
few of Sashi's closest and most trusted friends were let in on the
secret.

Sashi had a job in the financial district to which he drove his
Mercedes-Benz 560 SL V8 hardtop sports car while Ellis was able to
live comfortably off his income from Australia.  Often they were able
to meet for lunch.  Ellis felt frustrated at not being able to get
close to Sashi during lunch but Sashi forbad any close contact in
public.  To the world they were just friends.  However, it did not
really matter to Ellis for he was head over heels in love with Sashi.

Just for fun and much to Sashi's merriment Ellis bought himself a new
Hindustan Ambassador to get around in.  The car was just like the 1958
Morris Oxford that belonged to his dear departed great-aunt and that
Ellis had kept.  The Morris was still in good condition.  Sashi
considered Ellis delightfully eccentric and so English to buy the
Ambassador.

In June 1969 Sashi decided to visit the temple dedicated to the Black
God to perform the observances for the summer solstice.  Ellis could
remember neither the god's name nor the name of the town in South
India where the temple was situated.

Sashi refused to drive his Mercedes-Benz sports car all the way to
South India.  Villagers in rural areas were prone to throwing rocks at
very expensive foreign cars and the Mercedes was worth more than ten
thousand times the average villager's annual income.  It stank of
money, lots of money.

Ellis was very hesitant about driving his Ambassador over India's
variable rural roads for the 1600-kilometre (1000-mile) journey.
Sashi strongly discouraged him from considering the idea.

Instead, Sashi booked them both into a twin-bed sleeper on a luxury
train going through to their destination.  He also booked them into a
two-bedroom suite in a luxurious hotel in the town.

On boarding the train hauled by two diesel-electric locomotives, Ellis
noted that there were few Indians as passengers.  Most of the
passengers were European, British, American or Japanese tourists.  The
fact that Ellis, a white Australian, was travelling with a dark-
skinned Indian friend was noticed by the other passengers.  Some
considered it most unusual.  Sashi felt out of place and somewhat
paranoid.  He regretted the idea of travelling on a luxury train with
a whole lot of foreign tourists who regarded him as an exotic
creature.  Ellis and Sashi did not have sex that night.

When they arrived in the town early in the afternoon after a day and a
half travelling from Bombay, they were both tired.  They took a taxi
to the hotel and left their luggage in their suite.  Sashi knew the
town because he had attended the temple a number of times before with
his family.  He took Ellis to a pleasant little restaurant near the
hotel where they both had lunch.  They both enjoyed their meals.  The
restaurateur greeted Sashi like an old friend even though Sashi had
not seen him for several years.  He asked after Sashi's parents and
siblings whom he knew well.  He was very interested to meet Sashi's
Australian friend Ellis and wanted to know all about Australia.

That night they had sex briefly and afterwards Sashi went to sleep
with his arms around Ellis.  He was tired after the train journey.

The following day they both walked around to the temple of the Black
God, a huge and splendid building.  Ellis was fascinated by all the
ornate and highly coloured statuary ornamenting the exterior of the
temple.  The statues were of gods, goddesses and other beings known in
Hinduism and many of the figures were depicted in openly sexual poses
including actual sexual intercourse.  The couples were either the same
sex or the opposite sex.

Ellis reflected that the explicit sexuality of the statuary would
cause grave offence to most Christians and Muslims.  They would be
unacceptable in most Western countries, especially in the United
States.  In most Muslim countries they would have been destroyed.

Inside the temple was a large cathedral-like space that was richly
decorated with even more explicit sexual imagery than outside.  The
space was full of worshippers, many of whom were lined up to pay their
obeisance to the Black God, whose idol or statue stood at the end of
the space in a kind of sanctuary.  Sashi joined the queue and Ellis
accompanied him.  A flower vendor came along the queue selling
garlands of flowers.  From him Sashi bought two garlands of mixed
orange and yellow flowers.

The statue of the Black God was a magnificent work of art.  It
appeared to be made of a highly polished black metal like waxed black
oxidised iron.  The god was depicted as a big, totally naked and
massively muscular man built like a superhero with shiny polished
black skin and curly black hair.  His huge muscles bulged mightily.
Every detail of his chiselled anatomy was perfect.  His wide deep
chest, broad powerful shoulders, thick heavy-lifting arms, rippling
abdomen, bulbous buttocks and mighty legs were all thickly packed with
heroically sized muscles complete with anatomically correct networks
of veins on his arms, legs and belly.  His muscular abdomen sported a
mighty ten-pack bulging with muscle.  His realistic-looking eyes had
whites and black irises.  The thing that really grabbed Ellis's
attention was sticking out from the front of the statue's groin was a
majestic thick black erect penis well over a foot (30 cm.) long.  It
was richly detailed with shaft, cock head, slit, folded-back foreskin
and a network of veins.

In the Riverside Caravan Park the Black God had come to life and had
wrapped his mighty arms around Ellis and enveloped him in a firm and
comforting hug.  Ellis was sure that the black man was an avatar of
the Black God despite what the black man told him and even though the
man said he was Aboriginal.  The black man looked exactly like the
Black God that Ellis had seen in the temple in South India.  The black
man and the Black God were identical.  Every detail was exactly the
same.

In the Hindu temple Ellis watched absorbed by the rituals the
worshippers were performing for the Black God.  Most of them kissed
the mighty cock of the idol.  Some took the cock head into their
mouths while other just kissed the end or the shaft.  When they had
completed their obeisance, they would hang one or two garlands of
flowers from the base of the penis.  Whenever there were more than a
few garlands, a temple attendant would appear, remove them and place
them reverently on a nearby table already piled high with garlands.

The queue inched slowly forward.  Ellis could not help but be reminded
of the queues lined up to receive Holy Communion when he attended Mass
at the Sacred Heart Parish Church at Pymble, a suburb of Sydney and
later at Saint Innocent XIX College when he was a teenager.  The
rituals being performed by the worshippers of the Black God seemed to
him a bizarre variation on Holy Communion.

Ellis was fascinated to see a woman clad in a colourful sari kneel
down and kiss the end of the god's huge black penis.  She opened her
mouth wide and took in the entire head.  She then proceeded to take
the entire length of the penis into her mouth and down her throat like
a professional sword swallower.  She remained in position for a few
minutes looking up in rapture at the god's face.  Then she slowly
withdrew.  The saliva-slicked penis slowly emerged from her mouth.

Ellis watched the whole performance open-mouthed.

"Wow!" he whispered.  "That's just amazing!"

Sashi ignored him.

The queue inched forward.

"I wouldn't mind taking that magnificent cock up my arse," Ellis
whispered to Sashi in front of him.

Sashi immediately whirled around and glared at Ellis.  His eyes blazed
with fury.

"How dare you, Ellis," he hissed angrily.  "How dare you utter such
blasphemy!"

"I... I'm sorry," muttered Ellis.  "I'm so sorry.  I didn't realise
that would cause such offence."

"Then you're a fool, Ellis, a complete fool!"

"But... but I..."

"Just shut up, Ellis.  Just shut up and don't utter another word!"

With that Sashi turned his broad back on Ellis.

The queue inched forward with painful slowness.  Ellis could feel the
cold anger radiating from Sashi.

Eventually it was Sashi's turn.  He instructed Ellis to wait off to
one side while he paid his devotions to the god.

Ellis watched while Sashi made his act of worship.  First Sashi put
his hands together and uttered some prayers in a language Ellis could
not understand.  Then Sashi opened his mouth wide and took the god's
cock head into his mouth.  He stayed there for what seemed to Ellis an
eternity but in reality it would have been only a couple of minutes.
Then he slowly withdrew his mouth from the cock and hung the two
garlands of flowers he had bought from the base of the cock.  As he
walked back, Ellis could see his eyes glittering angrily.  Ellis knew
he was in trouble.

Outside the temple, Sashi hailed a taxi to take them both back to the
hotel.  They rode in silence.  They had lunch in the hotel.  Sashi was
curt with Ellis for the rest of the day.  That night Sashi slept in
one of the other bedrooms.  Ellis found it difficult to sleep.  He was
worrying about the state of his relationship with Sashi, whether or
not he had irretrievably damaged it.  The comment he made in the
temple, he realised was stupid and out of place.

Breakfast arrived early in their suite.  They ate in silence.  Ellis
picked at his food.

After breakfast Sashi made his announcement.

"Ellis," he said, "the gods have shown me that you and I cannot
continue this unlawful relationship we have.  It must end now.  I must
return to my town and my family and marry the woman whom my parents
have arranged to be my wife.  I have booked myself onto the train home
today and I shall leave here shortly.  So, Ellis, this is the end.
This is goodbye.  You may accompany me to the station if you wish but
there must be no displays of emotion.  Do you understand?  After my
departure I do not want to see you again ever.  You must never come
and visit me.  Is that understood?"

Ellis nodded dumbly.

Sashi continued thoroughly businesslike.  "The apartment in Bombay we
are sharing, if you wish to continue staying there, you may take over
the lease.  Otherwise we either terminate the lease or make other
arrangements.  OK?  Fine then, I or one of my family shall be in
contact.  And, Ellis, you must say nothing about our relationship to
anyone, especially to members of my family.  Do you understand me?"

Ellis nodded.  He could not speak.  He was full of emotion and he did
not want to burst into tears in front of Sashi.

Sashi had already packed.  He called a taxi, a yellow Ambassador, and
they rode in silence to the railway station.

When they arrived, the train was waiting in the station.  A large
Pacific-class (4-6-2) locomotive sat at the head of the train steaming
quietly with a thick plume of steam rising up from the top of the
boiler.

Sashi hauled his luggage out of the boot of the taxi.  He was easily
strong enough to manage it all on his own and he refused Ellis's
offers of help.  He strode through the station to the platform with
Ellis tagging along behind him.

He shook hands with Ellis in a businesslike manner and climbed aboard
the carriage.

A few minutes after he disappeared inside, the guard blew his whistle
and waved his green flag.  The locomotive emitted an ear-piercing
high-pitched whistle like a whistling kettle and started moving with a
mighty hiss of steam.  It quickly gathered speed as it puffed out of
the station.

As it receded down the railway line into the distance blowing its
whistle at intervals, a wave of despair washed irresistibly over
Ellis.  Tears poured from his eyes and he howled with grief and his
feelings of abandonment.

He stood on the platform crying uncontrollably as the train
disappeared into the distance.

Several minutes later he heard an Indian voice saying, "Sir, would you
like a cup of tea?"

He looked around through his blur of tears but could see no-one.

The voice came again.  "Sir, would you like to share a cup of tea with
me?"

Ellis felt a pat on his bare forearm.  He wiped his eyes with the
backs of his hands and looked down to his side.  He saw next to him a
diminutive Indian man in a dark blue uniform complete with peaked cap
that had a cap badge that read 'Stationmaster'.  The man was in his
late middle-age, grey-haired, dark-skinned and wearing round steel-
rimmed spectacles.  He did not come up to Ellis's shoulder in height.

At the stationmaster's invitation Ellis followed him to his office in
the station building where the stationmaster put a kettle on over a
gas ring.  He invited Ellis to sit down at the little round polished
wooden table in his office.

When the stationmaster had made a pot of tea, he brought it over and
poured a cup for Ellis and himself.  He sat down with Ellis and asked
him gently if Ellis wished to talk about his troubles.

Ellis welcomed the understanding and blurted out the whole story about
his affair with Sashi, his deep love for Sashi, the incident in the
temple and Sashi's departure.

When Ellis had finished his story, the stationmaster looked sorrowful
and placed his hand on Ellis's forearm.

"I hate to be very frank about this," said the stationmaster, "but the
god has punished you for your most unfortunate and profane remark in
the temple in his presence.  That is in addition to the fact that your
relationship was immoral.  The god has turned your lover against you
and sent him away from you so that you both may be led to
righteousness.  I'm so sorry, but there is no other way of putting
what I say to you."

Ellis burst into a flood of tears.  Deep down he felt that what the
stationmaster was saying to him had some truth in it.

While Ellis was crying, the stationmaster gently squeezed his forearm
while comforting him.

After some time a bell rang in the office.  The stationmaster let go
of Ellis's arm.

"I'm so sorry," he said.  "A train is coming and I must attend to it.
You may stay in here if you wish."

He went out the door.  Ellis's tears finally stopped.  He sat at the
table thinking about what to do next.

He could hear a steam engine puffing quietly as the train waited in
the station.  Then the piercing whistle of the engine sounded, the
engine chuffed as it started out of the station.  Ellis could hear the
train whistle blowing as the train pulled away down the line.  Ellis's
eyes filled with tears again but he managed to refrain from weeping
again.

After a few minutes the stationmaster came back into his office.

"How are you?" he asked solicitously.

"All right, I think," replied Ellis with a wavering voice.

They chatted briefly about inconsequential matters.  Then Ellis asked
about making a booking to return to Bombay.  The stationmaster took
him to see the booking clerk who found that Sashi had cancelled his
own return trip to Bombay but had not altered the booking for Ellis's
return trip.  Ellis was still booked on the luxury train back to
Bombay leaving in two days' time.  The return trip had already been
paid for as was the hotel stay.  Ellis thanked both the stationmaster
and the booking clerk for their kindness, help and attention and took
his leave.

He walked back to the hotel without incident.  The following day he
hardly stirred from his hotel suite because he was feeling so
depressed.  His meals were delivered to his suite where he picked at
the food.

The day after that after breakfast he took a taxi from the hotel to
the railway station.  He went and paid his respects to the
stationmaster thanking him for his kindness and help.

The luxury train headed by two diesel-electric locomotives pulled into
the station.  The stationmaster got one of the many porters to carry
Ellis's luggage to his cabin.  Ellis farewelled the kindly
stationmaster and boarded the train.

The return trip was uneventful.  Ellis spent much of the time either
sitting in his cabin watching the scenery go past or in the club car
watching the scenery go past and having a few drinks.  He attracted
little attention from the other passengers, none of whom he had seen
on the journey from Bombay.

The train arrived at the enormous and heavily ornate British-designed
Victorian Gothic building of the Bombay Central Railway Station in
about the middle of the next day.  Ellis got a porter to take his
luggage to the luggage room while he went to the station cafe for a
long black coffee while he considered what to do next.  He did not
want to return to the empty apartment just yet.  It would feel awfully
strange being there without Sashi.

He was dawdling over his third long black and a small cake at his
table.  He was staring vacantly at the busy crowd in the cafe lost in
his thoughts.

"Well, hullo, Ellis.  Fancy seeing you here," came a woman's voice
with a Scottish accent.  "This is a surprise!"

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Continued in Part 77.
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