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The Old Valley Road Hotel.

By Wombat.
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Chapter 7 - 'A Rainy Day' Part 18.

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Part 78: Earl's Court
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BJ and Ellis chose to leave the community and they travelled to London
where BJ had come from originally and where he had friends.  There
were tearful farewells as they departed.  Theodora was very sad to see
them go.

Some old school friends of BJ had a house in Earl's Court, a suburb in
the west of London.  They invited BJ and his partner to join them.
The house they lived in with a number of other people had five floors,
a liveable attic with dormer windows and a basement.  It was actually
one of the mansions surrounding Bramham Gardens in Earl's Court.  When
BJ and Ellis moved in, some of the others commented that BJ and Ellis
were the two most masculine homosexuals they had ever seen.  BJ and
Ellis were intrigued.  They were told that the other gay men the
others knew were quite effeminate.  Some wore women's clothing, make-
up and accessories all or most of the time.  Two such cross-dressers
lived in the house in Earl's Court, Elizabeth and Juliana.  They
declared to all and sundry that they were the two queens.  Juliana's
boyfriend was Julian, an old schoolmate of BJ as was Elizabeth.  Two
other proudly gay men lived in the house, Trey and Ray.

Two of the women in the house were Mandy, a nurse at the Royal
Brompton Hospital and Diana who was doing a Ph.D. in biochemistry at
the University of London.  Another was Denise, a qualified
nutritionist and dietician working at the Royal Brompton Hospital and
the girlfriend of Jerry, one of BJ's old schoolmates.

The house was owned by William or Will who had inherited money from a
bachelor great-uncle.  Will was one of BJ's old schoolmates and he had
a beautiful tall thin willowy blond Norwegian boyfriend named Haakon.
Will was doing a master's degree in archaeology.

BJ and Ellis moved into the attic.  They like the area because it was
airy, spacious and filled with light.  The dormer windows at the front
looked out over the Bramham Gardens, to which all inhabitants of the
house had access.  The dormer windows at the back looked out over the
houses and gardens of Earl's Court.  The ascent up six flights of
stairs deterred many people but not two strong fit muscular young men.

The attic was once divided up into small rooms as servants' quarters.
Then at some time in the 1930s it had been converted into an artist's
studio by removing all the dividing walls leaving a large empty space.
It had plenty of space for BJ and Ellis.   There was one double bed in
the attic and it looked lost in the vast space.  There were two
wardrobes, two chests of drawers, a dining table, a coffee table, a
couple of desks, various office chairs and armchairs.  Despite the
furniture, the white-painted attic looked vast and empty.  The only
other rooms on the floor were the bathroom and a separate toilet.

The upper three floors were each divided up into six bedrooms, a
bathroom and a separate toilet.  The lower two floors contained living
and entertaining rooms, a dining room, kitchen and ballroom.  The
basement had been divided up into eight cosy flats which were now
considered part of the mansion.

Ellis was the only Australian in the house.  As Edmund or Eddie, one
of their housemates remarked, that now entitled them to be part of
Kangaroo Valley, so named because of the number of Australians living
in Earl's Court.  All the other housemates were English, many of whom
had gone to school with BJ in London.

Ellis started writing to his parents again after several years away.
The first letter back from his mother was rather reproachful in tone
because so much time had passed since he had left Australia.  They had
been expecting him to be away for only about a year but Ellis was
staying much longer.  Nevertheless, both she and Ellis's father were
happy to receive news of Ellis's very much sanitised adventures
abroad.

Every few months Ellis would write a letter back home.  His mother
kept him up to date in her letters with the happenings within the
family, the weddings of his sisters, the births and christenings of
his nieces and nephews.  Every now and then his mother would ask Ellis
in her letters whether or not he had an intended in view and if he was
ever going to get married.  She asked about that sweet young Scottish
woman Theodora whose parents were Greek and who had stayed a few weeks
with Ellis in Sydney.  Ellis had not told anyone in his family apart
from his great-aunt that he was gay before he left to go on his big
trip overseas mainly because he was not sure himself in 1967.

At least his parents seemed to love him still.  Since he had inherited
all his great-aunt's wealth, his sisters were consumed by jealousy and
had hardly spoken to Ellis virtually since the reading of the will.
He was OK with his brother who did not seem to care much about the
will.  Life was going well for his brother, particularly in the
business sphere.

Out the back of the house in Earl's Court was an overgrown, weed-
covered back yard.  It had enough room for a decent-sized vegetable
garden.  Ellis and BJ set to work with a will creating one.  After a
lot of work it grew enough to supply the whole household.

BJ soon found a hard-core gym nearby.  Both he and Ellis went there
for workouts every day.

With all the intensive exercise, the heavy work in the productive
vegetable garden and their excellent nutrition supervised by Denise,
Ellis slapped on a whole lot more muscle.  His weight increased quite
quickly to sixteen stone four pounds (103 Kg or 228 pounds) of solid
lean hard chiselled muscle.  Ellis was about five feet eleven inches
(180 cm.) tall and the extra muscle looked impressive on his hairless
body with the broad powerful shoulders, deep and well-muscled chest
with thick strong pectorals, V-shaped torso with thick wide lats, slim
muscular waist sporting a well-developed six-pack, narrow hips and
muscular thighs.  He was proud of his bulging biceps and triceps
measuring nineteen inches (48 cm.) flexed and cold.  He was proud of
his body and he was happy to show it off.  He was very strong.

He had grown a lot bigger since he left Australia.  Back then in 1967
he weighed 11 stones (70 Kg, 154 lb.).  When Theodora was staying with
him in Bombay, she commented that he had put on weight.  He went
around to the nearby chemist shop the next day, jumped onto the coin-
operated scales and it showed his weight was 76 kilograms or 12 stones
(168 lb.) but the extra weight was all flab from him living the life
of the idle rich.

When he left Kirkmadrine approximately two years later, his weight had
increased to thirteen and a half stones (86 Kg, 182 lb.) of solid lean
hard muscle with very little body fat.  His shoulders had grown broad
and had much more muscle.  He possessed strong sturdy arms and legs
and narrow hips.  His slim lean muscular waist displayed a six-pack.
His muscular definition had increased from nothing while he was in
India to excellent before he left Kirkmadrine.  His biceps had a nice
hard bulge and his triceps were hard mounds of muscle.  He was proud
of his upper arms that measured sixteen inches (41 cm) flexed.  He was
as lithe as a ballet dancer.  At Kirkmadrine the ladies said he had
grown into a real hunk and what a shame it was that the two hunkiest
guys in the community were gay.

Now with the extra size he was not so lithe but still very quick and
light on his feet.

He let his straight hair grow longer until it was a thick shaggy mop
of glossy blond hair.  Denise said that it made Ellis look like a
sheep dog and she loved it.  She said it looked really nice and it
suited him to a T.  Mandy looked at him wistfully and said his hair-
style reminded her of the Beatles in the good old days.  It was a real
shame, she said, that the band had broken up.  It was only recently
that the break-up occurred.

BJ meanwhile grew into a muscle monster.  He built his muscle mass up
so that he tipped the scales at twenty two stones (140 Kg., 308 lb.).
He was solid ripped muscle like his partner Ellis but bigger.  His
shoulders and arms were massively developed.  His lats were very wide
and tapered down into a quite narrow waist and narrow hips.  His legs
were thick masses of solid muscle.  As an indication of his
muscularity, his biceps/triceps measurement was twenty three inches
(58.5 cm.).  His abdominal muscles were awesomely well-developed.
They had become a spectacular eight-pack.  He was so lean and muscular
with so little body fat that every vein, muscle and sinew showed.

He was massive and Ellis could outrun him quite easily.  Despite his
own muscularity, Ellis was nimble and light on his feet.

It was sheer joy for Ellis when BJ wrapped his huge arms around Ellis
and he was enraptured to be ravished by the muscle monster that was
BJ.

Roland or Roly was another of the housemates.  He was doing a Ph.D. in
psychology.  He took a particular interest in Ellis and BJ because he
wanted to work out their motivation for doing all the heavy exercise
and garden work.  Neither Ellis nor BJ were very cooperative.  Ellis
told Roland that they wanted to get really fit and build up their
muscles.

An indication of Ellis's considerable new-found strength came one day
at the Prince Rupert, a nearby pub that was gay-friendly if not
exactly a gay pub.  Many gay and lesbian people drank there and many
straight people went there as well.

The Prince Rupert was an old pub situated around the corner in Old
Brompton Road.  It had a long tradition of non-conformist, dissident
and radical ideas and discussions dating back to before the French
Revolution.  During the 1960s and 1970s it was a haven for the anti-
Vietnam War protests even though Great Britain was not directly
involved in the Vietnam War.

All the people in the house went to the Prince Rupert that evening.
BJ was busy in an animated discussion with Denise, Mandy, Diana and
Roland while Jerry sat on his barstool looking bored.

Ellis sat with the two queens Elizabeth and Juliana.  The group also
included Julian, Trey, Ray, Will and Haakon.  Elizabeth and Juliana
could not completely disguise their masculine features despite their
excellent makeup and dress sense.  Someone observant would discern
that they were both men dressed up as women.  Elizabeth played the
part of the aristocratic grand dame perfectly and overdone in a manner
reminiscent of Lady Bracknell in Oscar Wilde's play 'The Importance of
Being Ernest'.

Jerry got tired of being bored and came over to join the group
including Ellis, Elizabeth, Juliana, Julian, Will and company.  He
carried over his barstool and sat with them enjoying the repartee.

Ellis was wearing a very brief and tight shiny black pair of leather
shorts and shiny black leather knee-high boots but no top.  His cock
was visibly espaliered across the front of his shorts.  He delighted
in showing off his muscular physique.  BJ was wearing the same outfit
but with a shiny black leather waistcoat open at the front.

Trey and Ray were kissing with their arms around each other when a
gang of young toughs came into the pub looking to beat up some gays.
They were spoiling for a fight.

"You gay shits ruined this English pub and we're going to do something
about it," shouted one, a big tall beefy young man the biggest of the
gang.

The gang made straight for Ellis's group.  The two queens, Trey and
Ray were standouts.

"We're gonna get rid you fucking sick gay homosexual queer faggots
once and for all.  We're gonna smash you all and get rid of you all.
You lot do such disgusting things that would make Prince Rupert turn
in his grave," snarled the biggest and tallest man, clearly the leader
as the gang advanced on the group.

Ellis slid off his barstool and stalked over towards the group with
his muscular arms held wide ready for action.  He was shorter and
lighter than the leader and many of the other toughs.

The leader saw Ellis approaching.

"What's this baby-face pretty boy going to do about it?" he sneered.

"Fuck Prince Rupert and stick his head in a shit bucket," Ellis
replied in his distinctly Australian accent.

A horrified gasp ran around the bar.

"Oooo-er, fa...ark!" muttered Ray.

"Oh my God!" gasped Juliana.  "Ellis is so brave!"

The leader of the thugs ran at Ellis.  He swung a haymaker of a punch
at Ellis's head.  Ellis ducked and sprang up with an uppercut of such
devastating force that the thug's teeth sprayed in all directions.
The crack of his jaw breaking echoed through the deathly silent bar.
His body stiffened, his eyes rolled up into his head so that just the
whites were showing and then he crashed over backwards completely
unconscious.

Other thugs ran in a bunch at Ellis but with his hair flying, he
knocked out four more of them with mighty punches to their heads.
Another big burly fellow received a flying kick in his guts that
felled him immediately.  The tough gasped, collapsed onto the floor
doubled up clasping his belly and making gasping high-pitched cries of
intense pain.

A big burly young man lumbered at Ellis swinging his fists but Ellis
sank his fist up to his wrist in the young man's belly.  Like the
other man, he fell to the floor gasping with pain.

Then BJ leaped off his barstool and joined the fray.  The remaining
toughs took one look at BJ's massive form and they turned tail and
fled out of the bar.  BJ managed to grab one of them by the scruff of
the neck.  He dropkicked the young man right in between the buttock
cheeks with such force that the thug screamed as he sailed through the
air and landed in an ungainly heap on the other side of the bar room.
The thug clambered to his feet and hobbled painfully out the door.

"Oooh!  That must have hurt.  That fellow copped BJ's kick fair and
square in his arsehole," commented Ray.

Jerry winced.  "That guy's arsehole is going to be so awfully
bruised!" he commented.

"Goodness me!  I bet that guy won't be able to shit for a week without
screaming," exclaimed Trey.

"Serves him jolly well right," said Elizabeth in her aristocratic
voice.  "I hope the little piggy squeals his little head off every
time he takes a shit for the next six months."

Relieved laughter ran around the bar.

"Holy shit, Ellis, you're lethal," declared Jerry.

"My God, Ellis!" exclaimed Roly.  "Where did you learn to fight like
that?"

"At school," replied Ellis.  "I did boxing and martial arts.  Benefits
of a Catholic education.  And the older kids taught me the street-
fighting skills so we could defend ourselves against the Protestant
kids.  We used to trounce them."

"Sounds like Northern Ireland," remarked Diana.

"No, not really," replied Ellis.  "At least in Australia people
weren't shooting each other or planting bombs."

"You got balls, Ellis, that's for sure, taking on that lot," remarked
Eddie.

"You have to watch these wild colonial boys from Australia," said Will
in his upper class accent.  He pronounced Australia as 'Orstralia'.
"I hear that they're demons in a fight."

Ambulance officers arrived and carted the damaged, unconscious or
pain-racked bodies of the toughs away on stretchers.  They were shown
to the scene by a couple of the bar staff and performed the deed with
a minimum of fuss.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've just witnessed an excellent demonstration
of the psychology of a bully," announced Roly.  "They think that gay
people are easy victims for their bullying behaviours.  Gays would
offer no resistance to their aggression and most times they're right.
However, tonight they ran up against Ellis de la Mare who put up a
stiff resistance to their bullying behaviours.  When he started
knocking them out right, left and centre, they realised they had a
real fighter on their hands.  I think that they initially thought that
they could overcome him because he is shorter and smaller than many of
them and he was outnumbered many times over.  However, his ferocious
resistance and his obvious strength and power gave them pause.  Then
when the mighty BJ joined the melee, they realised that they had no
chance of prevailing at all.  They all turned tail and fled.  That
demonstrates that bullies are cowards who like to direct their
aggressive behaviours onto those much weaker than themselves and
cannot defend themselves against these brute's aggression.  They
cannot cope with those of equal or greater strength."

"Hear, hear," declared Elizabeth.

People clapped and cheered.

Juliana raised her glass of champagne and said, "Ladies and gentlemen.
Tonight I propose a toast in whatever you're drinking to those two
brave and valiant he-men who saved all of us here tonight from being
beaten to a pulp, regardless of whether we're gay or straight or
whatever, especially to Ellis who offered the initial resistance and
was fighting incredibly courageously on his own for a few minutes.
Ladies and gentlemen, Ellis and BJ."

Everyone in the bar except for Ellis and BJ raised their drink glasses
and drank the toast to Ellis and BJ.  Then they clapped and cheered.

"Ellis, you must be a real roundhead to say what you did about Prince
Rupert," remarked Elizabeth.  "But the image!"  She pretended to have
a fit of the vapours.  "It's just too horrible to contemplate!
Goodness me!"

Everyone laughed.

A young woman wearing platform shoes walking past slipped over but was
caught by BJ.  Something small and white skittered off under a bar
stool.  The young man sitting on the stool next to his girlfriend got
down and fished out the object.

"My God!" exclaimed the man examining the thing in the palm of his
hand.  "It's a tooth!"

"Golly, so it is!" exclaimed his girlfriend looking at it.

Immediately people were playing hunt the toothy-peg.

Soon a handful of teeth were found scattered around the bar.

"Goodness me!  Ellis, I think you knocked out most of that thug's
teeth," remarked Mandy as she inspected the handful.  "I don't think
he'd have many left."

"Well, the poor dear is just going to have to wear dentures for the
rest of his life, poor thing," declared Elizabeth.

That raised a laugh.

Two policemen arrived and spoke to the bar staff.  One of the barmaids
pointed out Ellis to the policemen.  They looked at Ellis and grinned.
Then they walked out after taking no action.

That night BJ took great joy fucking the strong and dangerous fighter
that was Ellis.  He had no idea that Ellis had such formidable street-
fighting skills until that evening in the pub.  It was with the
deepest pleasure that he thrust his cock enthusiastically up into
Ellis' powerfully muscled torso and it was with the greatest joy that
Ellis received BJ's mighty cock thrust up into him.

Knowing that Ellis was a fearsome fighter was a powerful turn-on for
BJ.  He was in raptures sinking his cock up the arse of a fearsome,
dangerous and powerfully muscled he-man.

It was a wonderful way for Ellis to release the tension after the
fierce fight.  After several delirious orgasms they went to sleep
together with BJ's cock imbedded snugly up inside Ellis's arse and
BJ's huge arms wrapped around Ellis's body.  Ellis felt as though he
was in Heaven as he drifted off to sleep.

There was a congenial cafe in Mayfair off Regent Street not far from
Piccadilly.  Called 'Caffe Risorgimento', it was run by an Italian
family and had been discovered by Juliana and Julian a while ago.  It
had become a favourite with the housemates of the Bramham Gardens
house.  Trey and Ray suggested that they meet Ellis and BJ there.
Ellis and BJ agreed that they would after a run there.  The cafe did
not have a dress code so it was perfectly acceptable for the two men
to go there shirtless but wearing just running shorts and running
shoes.

They made the arrangement and Trey gave Ellis and BJ clear directions.
Ellis and BJ set off on their run clad in a brief pair of running
shorts, socks and runners.  They ran from Earl's Court north through
Kensington past Kensington Palace, continued on around Hyde Park to
Hyde Park Corner and then along Piccadilly around the Statue of Eros
then along Regent Street and through Mayfair to the cafe.

It was a warm day so both men were soon covered in sweat.  They
covered a distance of about seven miles (11 kilometres).  Entering the
cafe they saw that Trey and Ray had been joined by Will and Haakon.
The people in the cafe stared at the two muscular men whose shirtless
bodies glistened with sweat.  The two joined the four at their table.

"What took you two so long?  Were you two making love somewhere in
Hyde Park?" asked Will with a smirk.

"Yes," replied Ellis.  "BJ fucked me cross-eyed in the open air on the
banks of the Round Pond in Hyde Park."

Haakon gasped and put his hand over his mouth.

"You are very brave," he said.  "What about all the bird pooh around
the pond?  Also all the people who were there and who would have been
watching you?  Your sexual intercourse would be public."

"Doesn't matter, not when the passion overtakes you and you just have
to have a fuck right then and there," replied Ellis with a straight
face.  "BJ and I like to put on some street theatre."

BJ started laughing.

"Haakon," said Ray grinning, "Ellis is pulling your leg."

"No, he's not," asserted Haakon.  "He is not touching my leg."

"Oh God," muttered Ray and put his head in his hands.  "English is
clearly not your first language."

"Haakon," explained Will, "Ellis is telling stories.  He's playing on
your gullibility.  If Ellis and BJ had indeed been so foolhardy as to
have sex out in the open in Hyde Park, someone would've called the
police quick smart and they both would have been arrested.  By now,
they'd be languishing in a police cell charged with gross public
indecency.  They certainly wouldn't be here with us now."

BJ was laughing fit to bust.  He put his arm around Haakon's narrow
shoulders.

"That was so much fun," he said grinning from ear to ear.  "You are so
funny, even when you don't realise it."

"I'm sorry," said Haakon.

"Don't be," replied Ellis grinning.  "It was good fun though."

"Look," said Will sternly.  "You two chaps shouldn't be making fun of
him.  You know he's not completely at home with English."

Trey and Ray burst into fits of giggles.  BJ and Ellis started
laughing again.

"Oh God!" bleated Will. "Stop it!  You lot are hopeless!"

That only made the others laugh more.  Haakon sat there looking
bewildered.

"Seriously though, guys, why did you two take so long getting here?"
asked Will.

BJ described the route they ran.

"You ran for miles!" exclaimed Trey.  "No wonder it took you so long."

"You are both extremely fit and you both have very big muscles,"
observed Haakon with a delicate wave of his hand.

"Do you wonder?" remarked Ray.

"And you lot did it the lazy way and took the Tube to get here," said
Ellis.

"We were obliged to walk from the Tube station," put in Haakon.

"Oh poor you!" jeered Ellis.  "What an imposition!"

"Stop it, you two," scolded Will.  "Leave the poor man alone."

Coffee arrived.  A handsome cheerful young Italian waiter brought the
coffee and cakes on a tray and placed each order in front of the man
who ordered it.

"Thank you kindly," said Will.

The waiter smiled in reply and walked off.

"Ooh, he's so cute," observed Trey.  "I wouldn't mind getting up his
arse."

The waiter heard him.  He turned around looking embarrassed.

"Oh really, old chap," said Will with exasperation.  "That's really
too much.  You really should stick a cork in it!"

"Stick a cork in what?" asked Trey.  "My arse?"

"That will do for a start.  But I meant your mouth, my dear fellow."

"He'd appreciate it more if it were a champagne cork," put in Ellis.

Will sighed gustily.  The others laughed.

"Yes, Ellis," Will said with resignation.

"This cake's really delicious," said BJ putting another spoonful in
his mouth.

Then he said to Ellis, "And so are you, lover boy."

He promptly planted an eager kiss on Ellis's lips.  Ellis put his arms
around BJ's neck and returned the kiss with fervour.

An expensively well-dressed middle-aged woman walking past the table
behind the two men stopped and stared with a raised eyebrow at BJ and
Ellis kissing each other passionately.

Will fixed her with a hard look from his blue eyes.

"Madam, is there anything in particular that takes your fancy?" he
asked sarcastically.

"I see that these two muscular young men are working up quite a sweat
enjoying each other's company," she replied tartly.

Suddenly aware that they had an addition to their audience, BJ and
Ellis stopped their kissing and looked up at the woman behind them.
They kept their arms around each other.

"What a shame it is that you two splendid specimens of manhood are not
doing your bit to keep the English race strong, healthy and pure and
to keep England white," she said.

"Oh?" asked Ellis innocently.

"Well, it is very obvious that you two homosexuals are not going to
father any children," commented the woman.

"Our private life is our business," said Ellis acidly.  "It is
absolutely none of your business."

"Nevertheless," replied the woman unperturbed, "most young men these
days are such skinny effeminate little weaklings who grow fat and
sluggish as they get older.  You two strong, well-muscled and powerful
young men obviously each have a splendid genetic inheritance so
instead of fathering many children and improving the race, you are
wasting your manly essence on each other.  What a shame that is!  What
a complete waste of genetic potential!  It's such a shame, especially
with England being overrun these days by the tinctured races."

Ellis drew breath ready to make a devastating reply but the woman
stalked off and returned to her table where her smirking husband sat.

Ellis let out his breath with a gust.  Ray giggled.

"The bloody cheek of that woman!" Ellis expostulated angrily.  "Who
the bloody hell does she think she is?  The fucking Queen of the
Parade?"

"Lady Muck, more like it," said Ray grinning.

Ellis calmed down.

"You know," he said quietly, "I thought Elizabeth spoke in an overdone
exaggerated aristocratic manner but that woman talks just like her.
That woman could have gone to the same school as Elizabeth.  They
sound so much alike."

"But Elizabeth didn't go to the same school as that woman," said Will.
"He went to the same school as I.  This is Mayfair and that woman has
the classic Kensington Voice that drills holes in your eardrums from
across the room.  She would have come from Kensington which is just
the other side of Hyde Park from here.  They all sound like that
around here."

"It's just so overdone," remarked Ellis.

"Well, they are all upper class or have pretentions in that direction.
So, old chap, Elizabeth is spot on with his accent.  He takes women
like that off perfectly."

"Yes," replied Ellis with a laugh.

He looked around the cafe.  About half the people were men in business
suits.  The remainder was a varied collection of individuals like the
six friends.

"You know, I love this place.  It is so full of colour.  The people
here are so interesting."

That loud remark came from a young American woman sitting with a group
of young men in suits at a nearby table.

Ellis caught her eye and grinned.  She smiled back.  She said
something to the suited young men at her table.  Ellis saw one man
roll his eyes and another raise an eyebrow.

The gay scene in London was developing apace in the 1970s and it was
busily coming out to be extremely lively.  They were exciting and
halcyon days for gay and lesbian people.  The hub was in Soho around
Old Compton Street, a short tube ride and a walk from Earl's Court.

After several years of intensive daily workouts, Ellis eased off by a
day or two going to the gym.  He was satisfied with his size.  He had
already put on a whole more muscle.  His magnificent body was rippling
with muscle.  His weight had increased to seventeen and a half stones
(111 Kg. or 245 lb) of solid hard ripped muscle with no visible fat.
His biceps/triceps measurement had increased to twenty inches (51
cm.).  His arms were huge and powerful with great big bulging masses
of veined muscle.  His abdomen sported a spectacular eight-pack.  He
did not really want to get very much bigger.  He liked to remain fast,
nimble and light on his feet.

Ellis spent much of his extra time working hard in the productive
garden that now supplied all the vegetable needs of the housemates
including the two who were vegetarian.

BJ said he had to continue going to the gym every day to maintain his
size and strength.

People said that both Ellis and BJ had excellent genes for muscle.

Ellis wrote to Theodora occasionally when he found out that she had
moved to the spiritual community at Findhorn right up in the north of
Scotland and he had her address.  He was surprised when Theodora
informed him that she was now Mrs Ferguson.  She was married with
three children.

Ellis and BJ frequently went to parties and the gay bars and
nightclubs that were springing up, not just in Soho but elsewhere in
inner London.

Ellis became known as the wild colonial boy and a dangerous opponent
in a fight.  He could easily land knockout punches with his powerful
arms on those who dared to pick a fight with him or his friends or
other gay men and he was very quick on his feet.  When outnumbered by
very big opponents, he would bring his other street-fighting skills
into play with fists and feet flying.  A kick in the guts propelled by
his thick muscular thighs was guaranteed to bring down the biggest
opponent.  He became extremely popular on the gay scene.  His
reputation quickly grew so that aggressive people backed off very
smartly when Ellis made his appearance.  It was not long before no-one
dared to pick a fight when either he or BJ was around.  They were just
too strong and intimidating and BJ was huge.

During this time the people in the house often held parties, big ones
too with a few hundred people of all different types.  The large
ballroom on the ground floor was a favourite place.  It could fit
hundreds of people.  The house was indeed a mansion.

A real star turn was the comedy routines Ellis performed with
Elizabeth and Juliana that had the other party-goers falling about
howling and shrieking with laughter.  Ellis quickly proved to be the
equal of the two queens when it came to biting, mordant, devastatingly
funny wit.  The interchanges between Ellis, Elizabeth and Juliana had
people rolling on the floor with laughter.  Elizabeth and Juliana
openly declared their love for Ellis.

Their comedy routines were always held in the ballroom in front of a
party audience of a hundred or two.  Ellis and the two queens would
perform in a space in the centre of the ballroom around which everyone
else sat or stood.  Party guests took to bringing cushions or folding
chairs so that they could watch, listen or participate in comfort.

Ellis would frequently appear shirtless wearing just a pair of brief
shorts or underpants, speedos, G-string, cache-sexe or just a pouch
around his cock and balls or even completely naked.  The clothing,
such as it was would be teamed with running shoes, basketball shoes,
big heavy workman's boots, biker boots, knee-high black leather boots,
thongs or just barefoot.  He delighted in showing off his powerful
well-muscled body.

Occasionally for a routine where he would play a yobbo, he would wear
a tight short-sleeved shirt sometimes beer-stained and open down the
front, torn jeans and workman's boots.  Now and then he would wear a
black T-shirt with the slogan 'I'm tired of being a sex object' in
bright fluorescent pink.  That would raise a laugh especially when he
entered wearing either a cache-sexe, a genital pouch or no pants at
all with the T-shirt.

Elizabeth would often dress up in a tight black or white leather
outfit like Emma Peel in 'The Avengers' in which her false breasts
were prominent or an elegant blue pants suit or a cocktail party dress
or a dress she termed 'High Street Dior'.  In the early 1980s she
would wear royal blue dresses very similar to those worn by the then
British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher and a wig very like Mrs
Thatcher's hairdo.  Her appearance would raise a laugh as soon as she
entered the ballroom.  Some people said her appearance so dressed was
scary.

Juliana would often wear frilly, very feminine dresses often in pink.
Sometimes she would base her 'more sensible' dresses on those worn by
Queen Elizabeth or Queen Juliana.

People took care not to get picked on by the performers.  Elizabeth
could be viciously funny as she made fun of the person she had
selected.  Often the victim would be summoned out into the performance
space so that he or she could 'face the music' as Juliana put it.  If
the victim demurred, Ellis would go and pick him or her up cushion or
chair and all and place the victim in front of the two queens who were
like goddesses awaiting their sacrificial victim.  The worst the
victim would ever suffer would be a red face and acute embarrassment
but that was very rare because the audience did not like to see a
person humiliated.  If that happened, Elizabeth, who was the usual
perpetrator, would get booed.  Usually the victim would be happily
laughing along with everyone else.

Ellis would often squat or kneel next to the victim and support the
victim stoutly against Elizabeth's vicious verbal assaults.  The
repartee was often side-splittingly funny.  If Ellis was either
wearing just a pouch around his genitals or naked when next to the
'victim' particularly if the 'victim' was a man, Elizabeth would tease
the victim about his hypermasculine, over-muscled and over-sexed
exhibitionist of a boyfriend.  Ellis gave as good as he got and the
audience would be rolling around on the floor with laughter.  Not
infrequently someone would fall out of his or her chair laughing and
the two queens would make merry.  Quite often Juliana would go and
comfort the person while Ellis picked the person up and returned him
or her to the chair.  Meanwhile Elizabeth would stand in the middle of
the space with a thoroughly scornful expression on her face and make
bitingly funny comments.  People laughed even more.  Elizabeth did
scorn well, particularly when she was dressed up like Maggie Thatcher.

One evening Ellis was with a 'victim' swapping banter with Elizabeth.
He was naked and proud to show off his splendid body.  And he was
getting the better of Elizabeth with his repartee.

Elizabeth stated, "Ellis, you really do have the devil in you."

"Maybe I do," replied Ellis with a wicked grin.

"What beautiful green eyes you have, Ellis," said Elizabeth.  "You
remind me of a French nursery rhyme I knew as a child.  The French
version goes like this:"

"Les yeux bleus
Vont aux cieux.
Les yeux gris
Vont au paradis.
Les yeux verts
Vont en enfer.
Les yeux noirs
Vont au purgatoire."

Some of the audience who understood made noises of discomfort.

"That's horrible!" exclaimed a woman.

"That's not playing fair, Elizabeth," cried out Will.

"Translation, if you please," yelled out another man.

"Certainly," replied Elizabeth.

"Blue eyes
Go to heaven.
Grey eyes
Go to paradise.
Black eyes
Go to purgatory.
Green eyes
Go straight to hell."

She continued: "And hasn't Ellis got such lovely green eyes?"

The audience fell silent.  Many were uncomfortable.  They thought
Elizabeth had gone too far, again.

Ellis stood up in all his magnificent naked muscular glory and folded
his powerful arms across his chest.  His sizeable half-erect penis
protruded out between his strongly muscled thighs.  He grinned evilly
at the audience.

"Well, now my secret's out.  I'm a demon in disguise," he laughed.

"Golly, you make me nervous when you're like that," declared Diana.
"It's weird.  Your eyes, like they're glowing green!  In fact you
really scare me when you're like that."

She was sitting on a cushion in the front row.

"He doesn't scare me," came from BJ.  "He's super fun."

Everyone turned to look at him.  Some laughed.  BJ stood at the back
with his big arms folded.  He was wearing just a brief pair of black
vinyl shorts and knee high black leather boots.

"He wouldn't," said Diana and sighed.

"We all know that Ellis's a demon in fights.  And I believe he's a
demon in bed too," commented Trey.  "Now we know why."

A few nervous titters ran around the audience.

"Moving right along," said Juliana and took charge.

She told a dreadful joke that had everyone groaning with laughter.

A favourite routine at these soirees was 'Cinderfella', a gay take on
the Cinderella story.  Ellis would play Cinderfella, Elizabeth and
Juliana would play the two ugly sisters and BJ would be roped in to
play the handsome prince.  BJ was perfect as the prince.  He certainly
had the looks for the part.  When at the end when Cinderfella was
found to fit the magic slipper, glass slipper, house slipper, condom,
cock ring, cock sock or whatever and BJ swept Ellis off his feet up
into his arms and planted a great big juicy kiss firmly on Ellis's
lips and Ellis put his arms around BJ's thick stallion's neck,
everybody would clap, cheer and stamp their feet loudly.  If the
article involved a cock, Ellis would remove his shorts entirely if he
was wearing any, revealing his all and the audience would go wild in
its appreciation.

Ellis was perfect for the part dressed in just tiny tight black
leather shorts and cheap black running shoes with pink socks and
without a shirt so that all his splendid muscular body was on full
display.

BJ would wear a slightly bigger pair of black leather shorts, knee-
high black leather high-heeled boots and a black leather bolero jacket
with short sleeves and cut to just below his armpits.  It showed off
all his awesome lower torso with abdominal eight pack and most of his
magnificent heavily muscled chest.

Elizabeth and Juliana would both wear Victorian-era ladies' ball gowns
bedecked with ribbons and lace.

Now and then just to spice things up, Ellis and BJ had sex right there
on the floor in front of the entire audience who cheered them on
raucously.  BJ stripped Ellis naked, lay down on his back on the floor
and Ellis lay face-up on top of him.  BJ pulled Ellis's legs up by the
knees and thrust his big spit-lubed cock its full length right up into
Ellis's arsehole in full view of the audience.  With a very
appreciative audience cheering them on he often came quickly with a
roar up Ellis's anus and Ellis screamed in ecstasy as he ejaculated
his semen all over his belly and chest, particularly when people came
out and licked the semen off his torso and thighs.  Not infrequently
someone was unable to resist the temptation to participate and he or
she came out and sucked on Ellis's penis and swallowed his ejaculate
when Ellis climaxed.  This enhanced Ellis's orgasms greatly.  The
audience were deafeningly loud in their appreciation of the
performance, clapping and cheering on Ellis and BJ.  The noise from
the audience could be heard all over Bramham Gardens.

As people often remarked, it was definitely not Disney.

Things developed so that the audience demanded that Ellis and BJ put
on a live sex show.  They chanted "We want a fuck.  We want a fuck."
Or they chanted just "Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck."

People pushed BJ out into the performance space.  Ellis was already
out there with the two queens.  He would quickly strip himself naked
if he was not naked already.  Ellis and the two queens stripped the
clothes off BJ and he stood there in all his magnificent naked glory.

Juliana produced a tube of lubricant from her dress.  Either that or
Will tossed a tube to the performers.  It was often handed to
Elizabeth who delighted in applying it to and lubricating BJ's rapidly
stiffening cock.  Then Ellis bent over and Elizabeth applied the
lubricant to his anus.

When that was all done, Ellis leapt up at BJ who caught him under the
arms.  Ellis wrapped his legs around BJ's waist and BJ plunged his
cock up to the hilt into Ellis's arsehole.  Ellis cried out in joy as
his innards were filled with BJ's big thick dick.  Often he would
ejaculate very quickly shooting his spunk all over BJ's massively
muscled chest.  BJ often had a touch of performance anxiety and it
would take some time before he reached orgasm.  In the meantime Ellis
would have had several orgasms.  He had no such anxiety.

Often there was a table in the performance space.  BJ at times lay
full length on the table with Ellis on top of him facing him and his
ramrod stiff penis sticking out proud in front of him.  He found he
could enhance his orgasms greatly by leaning backwards over BJ's legs
so that BJ's cock was forced to ram full tilt into his prostate.

Ellis screamed in the intensity of his orgasms.  When BJ was pushed
out for a fuck show, he often took some time to reach an orgasm
because of performance anxiety.  Ellis took full advantage and had a
number of orgasms.  They were enhanced even more when someone came out
from the audience and sucked on Ellis's cock.  Ellis cheerfully filled
the person's mouth with his semen.

After BJ had reached his first orgasm, his anxiety disappeared and he
fucked Ellis with rampant enthusiasm.  The two powerful muscled men
had orgasm after orgasm.  Ellis shot his semen all over the place
unless someone had his or her mouth over his cock.  Often BJ shot so
much semen up Ellis's arsehole that it leaked out all over BJ or
dripped onto the floor.  People often came out and licked the semen
off the men's bodies or even off the floor.

The audience clapped and cheered Ellis's and BJ's live sex show loudly
and with unbridled enthusiasm.  They loved it.  The raucous applause
could be heard all over Bramham Gardens.

A group from the house would go to the gay dance clubs that were
springing up in Soho and nearby.  On the dance floors crowded with
topless hot sweaty dancing men, Ellis would frequently get groped.
Other men were keen to get a feel of Ellis's splendid body.  Ellis
found that he enjoyed being groped.

Life seemed to be one big party for Ellis at that time.  Ellis and BJ,
the two gay musclemen, were very popular and very much in demand as
eye candy for the many gay parties.  However, Ellis had to put limits
on his nocturnal activities so that he could get enough sleep to
maintain his fitness and his considerable strength and muscularity.
BJ did the same.

Through all this, Ellis and BJ remained loyal to one another.  BJ
revelled in fucking the strong and powerful muscleman that Ellis had
become and Ellis was enraptured to be monstered by the muscle monster
that was BJ.  That did not change.

Often they would go on quite long runs together for about ten miles
(16 km.) around the district or around Hyde Park which was not far
away.  Many times they would go shirtless on longer runs up through
Hyde Park, past Buckingham Palace, along the Mall to Trafalgar Square,
then down Whitehall to the Houses of Parliament, past Big Ben over
Westminster Bridge across the Thames, then down the South Bank of the
Thames through Battersea Park across the Thames again at the Battersea
Bridge and back home to Earl's Court.

Ellis was superbly fit and he was fast on his feet.  Frequently just
to piss BJ off, Ellis would run rings around him.  Irritated, BJ would
try to catch him but when Ellis ran off, BJ had no chance of catching
him.  After a while Ellis would let BJ catch him.  BJ would lift him
up and Ellis would wrap his legs around BJ's waist.  Then Ellis would
throw his arms around BJ's neck and kiss him passionately on the lips
right there and then on the street.  Passers-by would stop and stare
at the two muscular men whose shirtless bodies were slick with sweat
and were clad in just brief running shorts and running shoes and
kissing each other with steamy fervour.

When they performed this routine in Trafalgar Square, the tourists
watched fascinated.  The Japanese tourists in particular would take
many photographs with their big expensive cameras of the two semi-
naked powerfully muscled male lovers.  Some were like paparazzi they
were so intrusive with their cameras.  That was long before digital
cameras came into general use.  Now and then either BJ or Ellis or
both would ejaculate in his running shorts.  Ellis would wonder how
many audiences back home in Japan would be entertained by slide shows
of his and BJ's passionate display of love sometimes to the point of
coming in their shorts.  Occasionally BJ would shoot so much semen
that it would run down his massively muscular thighs.

Occasionally Ellis would go to church with BJ who had been brought up
in the Church of England.  BJ liked to attend services at Saint Paul's
Cathedral where his grandfather had been ordained first as a deacon
and then as a priest.  Ellis was amazed by the splendour of the
interior of the cathedral.  It was overwhelming.  Because he had been
brought up as a Catholic, he did not take Holy Communion with BJ even
though he was invited to do so by the celebrant.  He did not feel
comfortable with doing that.

Sometimes they would go to Holy Communion services at Westminster
Abbey.  Sometimes they would go to All Saints' Church Fulham where
BJ's grandfather had been the vicar.  Occasionally they would go to
the local parish church St Mary's Church, The Boltons.  Ellis always
accompanied BJ even though he never took communion despite being
invited to do so in the Church of England.

Despite accompanying BJ to the Anglican church services, Ellis never
once set foot in a Catholic church.  He had not been inside a Catholic
church since leaving Australia.

By this time Ellis had been living in the United Kingdom for so long
that he was eligible for permanent residency.  He applied for it and
got it.  He could have applied for British citizenship but at that
time it would have meant forfeiting his Australian citizenship and
Ellis did not feel ready for that wrench.  In any case, all his assets
that he had inherited from his great-aunt and provided his generous
income were located in Australia.

The 1970s were a dazzling dizzying joyful decade for Ellis and BJ as
well as for a lot of other gay men.  A harbinger of change at the end
of the decade was the election of Margaret Thatcher as British Prime
Minister.  That was followed a year later by the election of Ronald
Reagan as President of the United States.

Then in the early 1980s people started dying of a mysterious new
disease that became known as AIDS.  The British newspapers dubbed it
the 'Gay Plague' because most victims were gay men.  An acquaintance
of a friend of Will was one of those who died of AIDS then.

Within a year many other men including those known to Ellis and BJ
died of AIDS.  Ellis was shaken to hear of the illness and death from
AIDS of Mikey and Arthur, who were friends of Will and were frequent
guests at the parties held in the house.  Arthur had come over from
New York because the London gay scene was more interesting and lively
and he had quickly palled up with Mikey.  Ellis had known them both
well.  Then there were Jimbo and Algy, Freddie, Steele, Kurt, Jan and
Danny Boy.  They all died.

The AIDS panic had well and truly taken hold, stoked by the
sensationalised lurid stories published enthusiastically by the
British media, stories that were full of misinformation,
disinformation and outright lies.  People were full of anxiety.  Some
Conservative politicians were even proposing in Parliament that all
homosexual men should be rounded up and locked up in concentration
camps to protect decent clean-living ordinary citizens from the dread
disease.

Ellis felt nervous and exposed as an openly gay man.  He was
uncomfortably aware that the tide of public opinion was turning
against the gay world.  Even though he was very strong and fit and a
formidable fighter, he would have had no chance on his own against the
forces of the media and the British state.

He was extremely grateful that he was in a relationship with a loyal
partner and that neither of them had been having sex with other people
although the temptations at times had been enormous.

An instance of the negative public opinion against gay men and AIDS
was when BJ's cousin Randolph's first child was baptised.  It was BJ's
uncle's first grandchild so it was a grand occasion.  The cousin and
his wife invited BJ and his partner to attend the christening and the
buffet luncheon afterwards.  Most of the extended family came.

The christening was held in May and the weather was warm.  Both Ellis
and BJ wore short-sleeved button-up shirts with dress slacks when they
attended the occasion.

The christening in the church was performed by BJ's clergyman
grandfather.  The baby boy screamed loudly when the priest poured
water from the font over the baby's forehead but was quickly comforted
by his mother.  BJ's eldest sister was the godmother.

The buffet luncheon held afterwards in the garden of the uncle's
residence was a grand affair.  If people were troubled by the nature
of the relationship between BJ and Ellis, they did not show it openly
even though BJ and Ellis did not hide their affection for one another.

That was until luncheon was served in the marquee.  An aunt of
Randolph's wife saw Ellis ahead of her getting food from the serving
dishes on the table.

"What is that homosexual doing in here helping himself to our food?"
she demanded in a loud voice indicating Ellis.  "He might give us all
AIDS and then where would we all be?"

Ellis immediately rounded on her.

"Madam," he said angrily, "for a start I do not have AIDS.  And if I
were to have it, the only way you could possibly catch it from me
would be if you were to accept bodily fluids from me into your own
body and believe me, Madam, I would not dream of touching you with a
forty-foot barge-pole."

The elderly clergyman who was BJ's grandfather guffawed.  He was clad
in a black suit and clerical collar.  Snickers and sniggers ran around
the serving table.  The aunt glared around and she saw Randolph
smirking across the table.

"Randolph, how dare you laugh at such obscenity," she demanded
angrily.

Randolph blushed and looked down.

"Madam," Ellis addressed the aunt in a clipped angry voice.  "If you
have a problem with what I just said, you take it up with me.  You do
not take it out on someone else.  That is the act of a bully!"

The aunt reddened.  She glared at Ellis angrily but said nothing more.
The woman between them was hyperventilating with horror with her hand
over her mouth.  Ellis turned back to the table and calmly continued
getting his food.

All through lunch people talking quietly among themselves, looking at
Ellis and the aunt and laughing.

At their lunch table BJ praised Ellis for calling out Randolph's
ferocious aunt-in-law.  He said it was high time someone put a stop to
her aggression.

Afterwards the old clergyman came up to Ellis grinning from ear to ear
and shook his hand enthusiastically.  He introduced himself as Jim,
BJ's and Randolph's grandfather.  BJ was named after him.  He was the
retired clergyman who had been ordained in St Paul's Cathedral and who
had been the vicar of All Saints' Church, Fulham.

"Ellis," he said, "I hear you're a real fighting cock.  The wild
colonial boy, they call you.  I'm so glad that someone had enough
spunk to put a stop to that dreadful woman's rampage through human
decency and I hear that you most certainly have no shortage of spunk.
Young James must have a real handful with you but he certainly seems
very happy with you.  He seems quite head-over-heels in love with you
and I understand you two have been together quite some years since
young James met you when staying in that alternative community on that
god-forsaken island somewhere off the Scottish coast."

He winked broadly and nudged Ellis in the ribs with his elbow.

"I'm glad you two are so happy drilling each other's arseholes," he
chuckled.  "I almost envy you two splendid physical specimens."

With that he walked off chuckling to himself.

One day Ellis discovered that BJ was getting himself fucked frequently
by other men in the gym on the days Ellis was not there.  Horrified
and seething with rage, a sense of utter betrayal and the sense that
both of them had been put in grave danger of catching AIDS, he
confronted BJ.  With angry tears pouring down his face, he demanded to
know why BJ had done such a stupid thing as to put them both at risk
of catching the lethal disease.

"Because I need to get fucked," said BJ.  "I've never been fucked
before and I wanted ..."

"Mate, why didn't you ask me to fuck you?" demanded Ellis furiously.
"I would have been rapt to fuck you.  It would have been great to do
it."

"Because ... because ...", BJ began lamely.

"Look, mate, when I was told about this, the guy who told me about all
this said his cock was six inches long and that's shorter than mine.
My cock is seven and a half inches long and two inches thick (19 cm by
5 cm) when stiff. It's a lot bigger than his cock.  You know that!
You've always known that!  And some of the guys who fucked you had
cocks smaller than his.  I would have loved to fuck you and it sounds
like my cock would have been perfectly satisfactory for you.  Not only
that but none of the guys who fucked you in the gym were wearing
condoms.  It was all unprotected sex.  And often more than a dozen
guys would come and fuck you.  They would all be lined up to fuck you
like you're a penny-a-time whore.  Look, you've gone and put yourself
at risk of catching AIDS and you've put me at risk of catching AIDS
too.  Look, BJ, why the hell didn't you ask me to fuck you?  I'd have
loved to fuck you, you great big sexy hunk of muscle and we could've
avoided all this shit.  Why the hell didn't you ask me?"  Ellis cried
out in fury and despair with tears running down his face.

"B ... B ..." stuttered BJ.

"Look, BJ, this means I cannot trust you.  I cannot trust you at all
ever again.  You've gone and put me at risk and yourself at risk of
catching AIDS.  For all I know, you're already carrying the AIDS
virus.  You probably are.  I cannot have sex with you ever again.  You
know, I may have already got the AIDS virus in my system too and maybe
I'm going to die of it.  And maybe you're going to die of it too.
This is just too horrible for words.  You've gone and betrayed us both
and you've put us both in danger.  I'm sorry but this means it's all
over between us now.  I cannot trust you ever again.  Our relationship
is finished.  It's dead and gone as of now.  And I'm moving out of the
attic.  I can't have sex with you ever again."

"No, please don't ..." bleated BJ.

"Look, mate, we've been together for fifteen whole wonderful years.
We've discussed all sorts of things.  Why the hell didn't you ask me
to fuck you?  I'd have willingly given it a go.  I'd have loved to
fuck you, BJ.  Look, I simply do not understand why you didn't ask me
to fuck you."

"I ... I ..."

"Oh fuck!" snapped Ellis and stormed out of the room.

He moved his things down from the attic into one of the spare flats in
the basement.

Haakon said with a smile to Ellis, "I see you're going down in the
world."

Angry, Ellis waved his fist in Haakon's face.

"Do you want this in your face?" he snarled fiercely.

At six feet nine inches (206 cm.) Haakon stood a full head taller than
Ellis but was a lot lighter with a thin willowy build.  He leant
backwards as he looked wide-eyed with fear at Ellis's fist waving
inches from his nose.

"I'm extremely very sorry," he said humbly.  "Please accept my most
humble and abject and grovelling apologies for my insensitive joke."

"So you bloody well should be," snapped Ellis and stalked off.

He decided that he would telephone Theodora in Scotland.  He really
wanted to talk with her.  It would be long distance and it could take
some time.  He did not want to use the phone in the house because
there would be the inconvenience of sorting out the phone bill and
people could overhear him.  However, there was a long-distance phone
booth that accepted credit cards in front of the Earl's Court post
office.  He said he was going for a run and, stripped down to just his
running shorts and runners, ran off to the post office.

Luckily the phone booth was empty.  He dialled the number of the
Findhorn Community and to his immense relief got Theodora straight
away.  She was on phone duty that day.  He poured out her heart to her
over the phone in tears and told her of his breakup with BJ and the
circumstances around it.  Theodora told him that he should come up to
the Findhorn Community as soon as he could.  Then they would have all
the time in the world to talk.  The conversation ended sooner than
Ellis had expected.  Even so, his credit card was charged nine pounds
and forty seven pence.

While Ellis was talking to Theodora, passers-by would stare at the
powerfully-built muscleman crying his eyes out while on the phone.

The phone call finished, he went on a very long run through Hyde Park
and Marble Arch, down Oxford Street and Regent Street across
Piccadilly Circus down Old Compton Street through Soho past Saint
Paul's Cathedral and the Bank of England through the City of London to
the Tower of London, across the Thames over the Tower Bridge, back
across the Thames over London Bridge, along the Embankment on the
north side to the Houses of Parliament and Big Ben, then back along
the route home that he and BJ often ran.  He thought of the run as his
farewell to London.

For the next few days Ellis went for long walks or runs on his own
trying to work out what to do next.  He knew he had to leave the
house.  He could not stay, particularly with BJ moping around
miserably.  BJ even stopped going to the gym.  Ellis in the meantime
continued going to the gym almost daily where he worked out with
ferocious energy.

Ellis packed up his luggage and a few days later said his farewells to
his housemates while waiting for the taxi to take him to Kings Cross
Station.  From there he planned to catch the 'Flying Scotsman' through
to Aberdeen.  He went up to the attic and bade BJ a stiff goodbye.  He
observed that already BJ had lost some weight but his mind was made up
to leave the house.

For his departure Ellis wore a red tank top, running shoes and a pair
of Wrangler jeans he had bought recently from a boutique in Carnaby
Street.  His hair was still a shaggy mop.  He took his luggage out to
the footpath in front of the house.  On the footpath both Elizabeth
and Juliana were in floods of tears, so much so that their makeup,
eye-shadow and mascara ran all over the place making their faces look
like disaster areas.  Ellis hugged everyone who had come to farewell
him.  Even some of straight men like Roly and Jerry were in tears.
Will was crying.  Trey and Ray were inconsolable.  The traditional
black London taxi arrived.  Ellis loaded the luggage into the boot
with Jerry's help and got into the taxi.  The taxi did a U-turn to go
back to Earl's Court Road.  As it passed the house again, Ellis looked
up to the top floor and saw BJ standing at the attic window looking
down at him forlornly.  That was the last time he ever saw BJ.  He
waved to the other housemates standing on the footpath waving farewell
to him.

At Kings Cross Station Ellis carried his luggage to the luggage
compartment of the carriage he was booked into.  He was easily strong
enough to carry it all at once by hand.  He settled into his seat as
the diesel-powered 'Flying Scotsman' High Speed Train pulled out of
the railway station on its journey north.  As he watched London pass
by him, he reflected on the previous times he had travelled long-
distance by train.

His first trip north on the 'Flying Scotsman' with Theodora was so
much fun.  He was like an excited schoolboy enjoying himself hugely.
His mood now was more like the train trip north from that nameless
town in South India back to Bombay after Sashi had left him.  He felt
heavy hearted after the acrimonious breakup with BJ.  He had loved BJ
so much but BJ had betrayed him.  Now he felt rootless and cut off.
He was not sure what he hoped Theodora would do but he felt he had to
talk with her.

Ellis thought back over the past decade and a half that he had spent
with BJ.  Now he was within a couple of months of turning thirty nine.
He was still extremely fit, strong and in his prime.  He put his hand
over his biceps and flexed his arm.  He felt immensely reassured to
feel his big rock-hard biceps bulging powerfully under his hand.  He
loved the feel.  It was thanks to BJ that he had put on all that
muscle.  He still felt in the prime of his life, extremely strong and
fit and ready for anything.

BJ, BJ, lost and gone forever.  He had betrayed Ellis utterly and
there was no way that Ellis felt that he could continue their
relationship, certainly not with the danger it posed to him.

Ellis thought back to their time on Mull.  The memory of one
particular day he treasured.  It was at the end of the last winter
Ellis and BJ had spent there.  It was early March and the weather was
still very cold.  The days were still short.  That day was windy with
the occasional heavy shower of rain.  Ellis and BJ had gone on a hike
through the wind-blasted bare rocky crags surrounding the community.
The frequent rain showers had washed away all the snow.  The sky was
heavily overcast with low grey clouds.  The constant strong north-
wester wind was bitterly cold.  It felt as if it was coming straight
from the Arctic over the North Atlantic.  Ellis and BJ were relatively
rugged up wearing a light spray-proof jacket over their t-shirts,
faded jeans and hiking boots.  Both men were so fit, strong and
healthy that the cold wind did not bother them.  Their strong bodies
generated enough heat to keep them warm.

"You know, these hills remind me of Transylvania, like in the vampire
movies with all those weird crags and things," remarked Ellis.

"Yeah, I suppose you could, you know, with all these crags.  They are
a strange shape when you think about it," replied BJ.

"You really could imagine vampires, orcs and goblins lurking in this
landscape."

"With you, my valiant trusty companion, we'd easily beat them off with
our swords."

"What swords?" Ellis asked.

"If there really were vampires, orcs and goblins, we'd have magic
broadswords and we'd be invincible.  We'd slaughter them all, both me
and you, my sturdy valiant partner and comrade-in-arms.  Oh God, I
love you."

Before Ellis could say anything, BJ grabbed him and wrapped his big
arms around him.  He planted a big sloppy wet kiss on Ellis's lips and
Ellis responded eagerly.

After a fervent kiss, BJ panted, "Wanna fuck?"

"Ooh yes, please!" declared Ellis eagerly.  "But surely not up here.
It's way too cold and windy."

They went off together and soon found a deep sheltered hollow in the
rocks that was out of the cold wind.

They quickly stripped off naked and lay down together in the stunted
dry brown grass.

BJ lathered his cock liberally with spit and inserted it up Ellis's
arsehole.  He pushed it up further until it was buried right up to the
hilt inside Ellis's bowels.

Ellis gasped with the sheer joy and pleasure of feeling that mighty
cock being thrust up his arse up right inside his slim muscular torso.

"Oh God, that feels so good," he gasped.

"It feels so good sticking my cock up your hard muscly arse, my
dearest muscle-bum," groaned BJ.  "It's sheer fucking bliss."

BJ started thrusting his cock up Ellis's arse with a fast steady beat
and Ellis was soon rushing into his first orgasm.  He screamed in the
intensity of his climax.  BJ thrust a few more times and roared like a
bull in rut as he thundered into his orgasm.

They had several more rounds of passionate love-making punctuated by
their ecstatic noisy climaxes.  Their ardour was not dampened at all
by the occasional heavy shower of sleety rain.  Their bodies were so
hot and sweaty with their energetic sex that the icy rain on their
naked bodies did not matter a bit.  Ellis delighted in the warmth of
BJ's heavy body on his back.

Finally after a couple of hours, they both ran out of spunk.  They lay
together connected by BJ's stiff penis up Ellis's anus.  They
luxuriated in the closeness of each other's hot sweaty bodies and
basked in the golden afterglow of glorious sex.

After a while, BJ whispered in Ellis's ear, "See that stag there up on
the hill?  He's watching us."

Ellis looked up and saw a massive big mature stag with a splendid
spread of antlers up the slope from their hollow.  The stag was indeed
looking at them.

"Well, I'll be well and truly fucked.  He is watching us.  The bloody
perve!"

BJ giggled.  The shaking of his big cock up inside Ellis's arse was
very stimulating for Ellis but he did not have enough spunk left to
take advantage of it.

"Perve?" whispered BJ.

"Pervert," replied Ellis.

BJ giggled again.  Ellis wriggled underneath him.

"God, that feels good when you giggle and your cock shakes inside me,"
Ellis muttered.  "I wish I could go again but my balls are aching from
overuse and I don't have anything left.  I'm completely fucked."

BJ giggled again.  "So am I."

The stag approached the two men cautiously, sniffing the air as he
came.  He stopped and pawed the ground.  He put down his head and
nibbled at the scanty dry brown grass.  Then he came closer to the two
naked sweaty men still joined together, sniffing the air cautiously as
he approached.

"What a magnificent animal!" exclaimed BJ in a whisper.  "My God!
He's a fourteen-pointer!  You don't often see antlers like those."

"I wonder why he's coming so close," whispered Ellis.  "I wonder if he
likes the smell of our semen and our sweat".

The stag slowly and cautiously approached.  He came up close to them
and stopped.  The two men could have reached out and touched him.
Ellis and BJ dared not move for fear of frightening him off or
provoking him into attacking them.  They hardly dared to breathe.

The stag inspected them, sniffing them closely.  The two men could
feel his hot breath on their bodies.

After long, long minutes the stag seemed satisfied.  He lifted his
splendid head and trotted off up and over the hill.

Both the men exhaled.

"I wonder where his ladies are," said Ellis quietly.

"Probably safe over the hill out of sight while the big fellow goes to
investigate," breathed BJ.

"Wow! What an experience!" exclaimed Ellis quietly.  "Fancy having
such a magnificent wild animal come up to us like that.  I'll never
forget it."

No, Ellis never would forget that experience, he thought as he sat in
his seat watching the scenery speed past.  That was something he would
always remember.

Bitter tears coursed down his face as he remembered all those fifteen
wonderful years he had spent with BJ.  He loved and trusted BJ
totally.  He had complete faith in BJ's love, trust and loyalty until
that final dreadful day.  That was now gone irretrievably.  The
trapdoor had slammed shut and there was no way that Ellis with all his
power and strength could ever get it open again.  He could never go
back to those halcyon days again.

He thought back to that morning when he left Earl's Court and he saw
BJ's miserable face as he stood forlornly at the attic window watching
Ellis depart.  What a memory!  What a sad, bitter, poisonous memory!
It was a memory that tarnished all those happy memories of those
glorious days he and BJ had spent together, first on Mull and then in
London participating fully in and revelling in the gay world.  Ellis
wept at the memory of the sad, miserable BJ in the attic window.

On the other side of the aisle were two middle-aged women looking at
him curiously.  One made to say something to Ellis but her friend
shook her head and stopped the first woman.

On arrival in Aberdeen he telephoned Theodora and told her when the
local train from Aberdeen would arrive at Forres, the railway station
for Findhorn.  She said she would meet the train there and drive him
to the Findhorn Community.

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Continued in Part 79.
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