Date: Wed, 28 Apr 2004 00:03:16 +1000 (EST)
From: "[iso-8859-1] Wombat" <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel' {Wombat} ( MM, SciFi, Anal, Size,
     Biker ) [ 8 ! 50 ]

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The Old Valley Road Hotel.

By Wombat.
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Part 8 - A Breakfast Interlude.
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Derek awoke.  His nostrils were filled with the musky manly smell of
Hal's body.  The morning sunlight streamed into the loft,
illuminating everything brightly.  The forest outside was alive with
the discordant cries of the parrots and parakeets.  Somewhere in the
distance, kookaburras laughed.  Derek was still snuggled up against
Hal's massive body and Hal still had his arms around him.  Derek
stirred.  Hal ran his hands through Derek's clean hair
affectionately.

"Good morning, sunshine," he greeted Derek cheerily.

Derek was full of love for Hal.  He was glad Hal was in the bed with
him.  He sent loving happy thoughts to Hal.  He rolled over onto his
back, then stretched and yawned luxuriously on the black vinyl sheets
of the bed.  When he looked up, he got a surprise when he saw his and
Hal's enlarged reflections hanging above them.

<< What the fuck!? >>

<< It is a reflecting mirror out of an astronomical telescope.  You
know how you copy and paste things on a computer.  Well I did that in
the real world with this.  It's a 120 inch mirror copied out of the
one in Hawaii and I pasted it in here and got the fairies to hang it
up from your roof with chains. >>

<< You're bloody incredible! >> Derek was amazed and filled with
admiration for his friend.

<< It's a concave mirror so it enlarges our images.   I thought you
might enjoy it. >>

<< I reckon! >>

Derek looked up at his enlarged image lying next to Hal's.  Hal still
had his arm around Derek.  The sight of the reflection of the two
powerful musclemen lying on the bed together was decidedly arousing.
His cock was already stiff but Derek became aware that his bladder
was extremely full.  He jumped out of bed.

"Sorry, mate.  I've gotta take a leak.  I'm busting."

<< Your body needs a good flush. >>

Hal sent his thought as Derek raced off to the toilet.  Derek's cock
softened a little, enough for him to aim it at the toilet bowl.  The
noise of his urine hitting the surface of the water in the toilet
bowl echoed around the garage and the loft.  He raced back into the
loft and jumped onto Hal in the bed.  He kissed him eagerly.

"I must have pissed out half a gallon out there," he panted.

Hal grinned.  He wrapped his arms around Derek and kissed him hard.
He rubbed the back of Derek's head.  Derek's penis quickly became
fully stiff again.  He was ready for action.  So was Hal.  His huge
cock was fully erect and his body already had the force field turned
on so it was all nice, slick and well-lubricated.  To Derek if felt
fantastic.  Hal turned Derek over onto his back so that Derek was
lying on top of Hal looking up at the magnifying mirror overhead.
Hal put his arms around Derek's slim waist.  Derek looked up at their
magnified reflections directly above.  Derek could see every detail
of their bodies as he lay upon Hal's front.  It was as if their
images were floating only a few feet above them.  The mirror itself
was suspended about 3 metres (10 feet) above the bed.  Derek was
highly aroused by the sight of his own powerful, heavily muscled,
golden tanned, champion body builder's body lying on top of Hal's
truly massive, mighty bronzed body with the enormous muscles.  Both
of the men were solid hard brawn.  His own cock was huge as it lay
pointing straight up the centre of his robustly muscle-ridged abdomen
almost all the way up to the thick virile curve of his mighty
pectoral muscles.  Derek flexed his powerful, thickly muscled arms in
an awesome double biceps pose and tensed his body up all over in an
overwhelmingly virile display.  Those upper arms were a genuine 23
inches.  Huge muscles bulged with potency all over his body.  He was
awesome.

Hal: << You are utterly magnificent. >>

<< As if you can talk! >>

<< I know I am but you are too.  You have an absolutely glorious
physique and you have film star quality good looks.  You seem to
combine the looks of the young Paul Newman, Marlon Brando, Mel
Gibson, Steve Reeves, Cary Grant, Tom Cruise, or a dark-haired Brad
Pitt with a beautiful muscular body that would make Arnold
Schwarzenegger green with envy.  You are really something! >>

<< Thanks, mate.  I owe it all to you. >>

<< My undying pleasure! >>

Hal took hold of Derek's big, fat, stiff, hard, well veined penis in
his big hand that circled it almost entirely and stroked it slowly.
The force field made his hand gloriously slippery and well
lubricated.  Derek panted with excitement.  Hal blocked the impending
orgasm and keep on stroking.  Hal's other hand massaged the big
powerful muscles of Derek's abdomen.  The magnified reflection in the
mirror of Derek being stimulated in this fashion drove his excitement
to a fever pitch.  Hal's enormous penis protruded through in between
Derek's thickly muscled thighs and rubbed against his perineum.  It
stuck straight up from under Derek's huge bull's balls which felt as
though they were about to burst.

Derek was becoming desperate for release.  He lifted up his thick,
powerful legs, exposing his anus.  He grabbed Hal's huge cock that
felt so beautifully hard silky and slippery because of the force
field.  He positioned the great cock head against his anal opening
and pushed down on it, relaxing his anal sphincter to receive it.
Hal needed no more encouragement and thrust it deep into Derek's
arsehole.  In only a few strokes the enormous, slick 15 inch penis
was all the way in up inside Derek's muscular torso.  Derek put his
legs back down and enjoyed the fuck.  Hal's penis pressed against
Derek's prostate, stimulating it overpoweringly.  Hal thrust
vigorously inside Derek, sweeping in great long strokes from anus to
chest and powerfully stirring up his insides.  He kept on massaging
Derek's tortured, overstimulated penis.  Derek contracted the
powerful muscles in his groin and abdomen and squeezed vigorously on
the thick hard shaft of Hal's penis, driving Hal closer to orgasm.
Hal released the block on Derek's orgasm and Derek's powerful body
exploded with the intensity of his orgasm.  His hot white spunk
boiled up out of his huge overheated balls, erupted through his
tightly congested groin and gushed out of his steel hard penis over
the thick hard bulges of his great big pectoral muscles.  He let fly
with a mighty shout as he gloried in his blessed release.  Hal's
orgasm erupted shortly after and his semen squirted as from a fire
hose into Derek's bowels, flooding all the corners and crevices of
Derek's torso.  Hal groaned and roared in the sheer intensity of his
orgasm and the telepathic link between the two lovers compounded the
intensity of each other's orgasm.  Both their bodies tensed all over
in a spasm of ecstasy.  Through half closed eyes Derek watched the
magnified reflection of himself and his lover writhing in the throes
of their interlinked orgasms and that sight spurred him on to greater
orgasmic heights.  It was highly thrilling to watch his white semen
gushing in great spurts out his large penis all over his tanned and
tremendously muscular chest.  Hal telepathically picked up Derek's
ecstatic state and that drove him too to great orgasmic heights.

The orgasms finally came to an end.  Derek lay on top of Hal in a
state of complete bliss.  He was fully satisfied.  He stretched and
yawned, flexing his powerful biceps for his and Hal's delectation.
Hal smeared Derek's spunk all over the front of Derek's body, making
it all nice, slick and shiny.  His cock was still up inside Derek's
anus but was starting to soften.  Derek wriggled sensuously and
clenched his groin muscles on Hal's penis but Hal had had enough.

Hal:  << You are one powerful fucker all right.  You are really
getting the hang of using those powerful arse and groin muscles of
yours.  You really tipped me over.  You were tremendous. >>

<< Thank you.  I really enjoyed it too. >>

<< Yeah!  Don't I know it, you hot fuck-man. >>

Derek glowed with pleasure.

Hal: << Your lovely narrow waist and hips are packed with muscles and
it does not leave a lot of room for your bowels there.  They're
further up towards your chest.  I had great fun remodelling your
body.  Your rectum goes almost all the way up to your chest so you
can take a truly massive cock up your arse.  You can take a sixteen
incher with ease and you could take a twenty incher now with only a
little discomfort.  When you are a superman though, you can do what
you like. >>

He continued: << That 32-inch waist of yours is a joy.  It needs to
be packed with muscle to support that great big massive powerful
chest of yours. >>

Derek puffed his chest out with pride and Hal ran his hands over it,
enjoying the feel of Derek's powerful muscles.  Hal put his arms
around Derek and gave him an affectionate hug.

<< I'm glad I have my beautiful Adonis with me. >>

Derek thrilled to feel Hal's love.

Derek: << When I am a superman, you said.  Is it a forgone
conclusion? >>

<< Do you want to become a superman? >>

<< I do, I guess. >>

<< When you're sure, I'll take you to God but not before.  Don't
worry.  You've got plenty of time to say yes or no. >>

<< I don't think saying no is an option for me.  I'm pretty sure I do
want to be a superman but isn't it really scary meeting God? >>

<< No!  It's certainly a grand occasion.  You are meeting the King,
The Lord God Almighty, the Commander-in-Chief of all the Heavenly
Host, He who commands all the angels and archangels.  He is your
King.  You will be there in front of Him and all the angels and
archangels and great spirits and all the Company of Heaven, along
with all the apostles and saints and martyrs, all the blessed and the
elect and the good.  Of course you are going to feel nervous about
meeting Him, especially for the first time.  It would be like meeting
the Queen of England, only grander.  Don't you think your father
would have been as nervous as a cat on hot bricks when he went to
meet the Queen at a reception at Buckingham Palace?  I'll bet you
anything you like he was. >>

<< I'd forgotten about that.  You must have read my mind. >>

<< I sure did.  I had a bit of a rummage through your memories and I
like very much what I see. >>

<< Cheeky bugger! >>

<< Just try and imagine what your father was like in that situation.
If you like, I can take you back in time so you can see for yourself.
>>

<< What?  Go back in time?  I didn't think it was possible! >>

<< It is possible but we will go back in a 'look but don't touch'
situation.  It will be like being in a 3-D video.  You can move
though the scene and watch and listen to everything, even read their
minds, but you can't change anything.  You are not physically there.
It's like watching a film.  You can move back and forward at will,
like you can with a videotape, even fast forward and back if you
want.  But, as soon as you change something in the past, like put
yourself physically back in that time, you cause a forking in time.
The time-line you have altered separates from the main time-line and
it forks at the instant you change it.  You in effect create a
parallel universe that grows at the speed of light from the instant
it's formed.  So if you stay for four years in the past, the boundary
would only reach out to the nearest star, Alpha Centauri.  It is
embedded in the main Universe in parallel with the part you didn't
change.  It occupies a different set of coordinates in the many
dimensional Universe. >>

Derek thought over it.

Hal: << Do you want to have a go? >>

<< Alright. >>

<< O.K.  Here we go. >>

The loft faded from around them.  There was a weird sense of motion
and small shimmerings shot past them.  Light took form and Derek
found himself in a bedroom furnished in the style of the 1970's.
Standing in the room was a youngish well-built man who looked around
30 years old and was smartly dressed in an army officer's uniform.
He was quite good-looking, Derek thought.  With him was a young woman
dressed in smart 1970's style clothes, a tan corduroy pants suit with
a bright yellow skivvy.  She wore her light brown hair long; it
flowed down her back.  Both figures were frozen motionless.  Derek
recognised the couple as his parents.  Derek saw that his father was
wearing the insignia of a major.  Derek and Hal could move around
like ghosts around and through objects.

Hal: << Let's set the tape rolling. >>

The scene before them sprang into life.

Derek's mother said: "Darling.  You look fine.  Absolutely splendid."

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely.  You look fabulous.  Don't worry.  The Queen will
probably spend only five seconds talking to you."

"God!  I'm nervous."

"You!  Nervous!  My big brave soldier afraid of a middle-aged woman
who is a proper lady?"

"She is the Queen.  I can't afford to muck this one up."

"You won't.  You'll be fine.  Stop worrying."

His father brushed an imaginary piece of lint from his very smart and
well-pressed dress uniform.  Derek moved up closer to his father.  It
was obvious that he, Derek, had inherited his father's colouring.  He
had the same dark hair and brown eyes.  He was his father's son
alright.  He remembered his father as grey-haired at first, then
bald.  He peeked into his father's mind and saw it was a turmoil of
anxiety.  The man was petrified.

His mother kissed her husband.

"You will be alright," she said.  "I know you will.  You are always
nervous before these big occasions and you always come through well.
And you will this time too."

"Darling.  She's the Queen.  I'm going to see the Queen."

"Yes.  And I'm not," replied his mother acidulously.  "I didn't get
invited to see the Queen.  The Army is a real men's club."

"My dear, I'm not responsible for that.  I'm sorry.  It was GHQ that
made that decision.  No wives, I'm afraid."

"Look.  It's fine.  I'm alright.  You'll be absolutely fabulous.  You
look fabulous.  You really do."

Just then the bedroom door opened and in came two young children, a
girl of about eight years old and a little boy aged about three.  The
little boy ran over the army officer who swept him up in his arms.

"Are you going to see the Queen, Daddy?" asked the little boy
excitedly.

"Yes, kiddie, I am indeed" replied his father affectionately.

With a shock, Derek recognised the little boy as himself at the age
of three, twenty-three years ago.  He was a cute little boy.

"Is she going to wear a crown?"

"I don't think so.  Not this time but maybe she'll wear a tiara
sparkling with real diamonds instead."

The little boy's face beamed with delight.  He threw his little arms
around his father's neck and hugged him.

"Careful, Derek," warned his mother.  "You'll muss up your father's
uniform.  He's been fussing about it for hours."

"Daddy," piped up the little boy.  "You look like a real soldier."

His father hugged him and put him down.  Derek could see that the
affection was real.  Back then his father really did love him.

His father squatted down to greet his daughter.  She put her arms
around him and hugged him too.  He hugged her back.

"I wish I could see the Queen too," she said wistfully.

"Maybe you will, one day, dearest poppet," his father replied.

The girl smiled happily.  Just then the doorbell rang.

"I think your car's here, darling," said his mother.

She went off to answer it.  Derek's father went out through the
bedroom door into the hallway followed by his children.  Derek and
Hal followed through the wall, moving like ghosts.  Derek's mother
returned down the hallway followed by a young blonde army sergeant.
He was cute, Derek thought.  The sergeant snapped a crisp salute to
the major.

"Sir!  Your car is ready," he said in a definite London accent.

His father gave his children a final hug and kissed his wife with
real affection.  He gave a final wave then departed out of the front
door with the sergeant for Buckingham Palace.  The scene faded from
view.  Derek and Hal were back in the loft.

Derek was very quiet as he lay in Hal's arms.  Thoughts churned
through his mind.

Derek: << You were right, Hal.  My father was really nervous about
meeting the Queen.  He was like a cat on hot bricks like you said.
Funny though, he relaxed visibly when my sister and I came into the
bedroom.  He was very fond of us both.  He really loved us both.  He
really loved me when I was three years old!  What went wrong? >>

<< You changed from a cute little boy to an awkward teenager.  Then
you grew into a man with different ideas to his. >>

<< More like because I'm queer. >>

Hal's arms tightened around Derek's body.

<< Get this, Derek, mate.  You are not queer.  Not now, not before,
not ever!  You are not queer.  You are not a queer.  Your father
couldn't handle the fact that you were different.  That's why you
grew apart.  He sent you to the Lord Kitchener school to make a man
of you but you ended up being the bumboy for the school rugby team.
He never knew that but he could see that you were different.  He
doesn't know now about your sexual activities with other men.  And
now, Derek, my mate, you are a real, red-blooded, heavy-duty he-man.
You are a real big tough-guy with huge muscles.  If your father could
see you right now, he probably would not approve of you, he may not
even like you, but by God, he would respect you.  He would treat you
with great respect.  He would know that one punch from you would
fracture his skull.  Even before I got to you, you were strong enough
to give him a good pasting.  You were quite a muscly hunk then.  Add
the fact that you are half his age and you could have beaten him to a
pulp.  Not only that but you are at least his equal in intelligence,
probably brighter. >>

<< I did pretty poorly at school. >>

Hal snorted.  << You didn't even bloody try!  You were too busy
having a good time screwing around with the rugby players.  You have
the intelligence to study at University if you so choose.  The mere
fact that you found the job as a payroll clerk so easy as to be dead
boring shows you had intelligence, in my view.  What were you?  A
level 2 clerk bored out of his brain?  I can see for myself that you
have a high quality brain. >>

Derek turned these things over in his mind.

<< You know, I never thought of these things.  I never would have
thought that I am that intelligent.  You are the first person who's
ever said that I'm intelligent.  Thank you for saying that. >>

<< My pleasure.  It's funny how often people say that to me, that I'm
the first person to pick their intelligence.  Part of the deal of
being a telepath.  >>

Derek: << About my father.  You talked about me punching his lights
out and fracturing his skull.  I don't think I could be bothered
doing that.  I don't think I care all that much about what he thinks.
I'll be polite to him, shake his hand and make small talk but I don't
think I'd ever bother telling him about the real me.  I mean, it's
irrelevant to him.  He's kind of irrelevant to me these days.  I've
got along without him for thirteen years, so it really doesn't
matter.  It made me laugh and feel sorry for him at the same time
when you patched me into his mind yesterday and there he was at that
diplomatic reception in Washington in full uniform, the poor bastard,
getting bored out of his brain by a Volvo nut.  I wonder if they make
Volvo tanks.  Not the car, I mean the real army tanks. >>

Hal laughed and hugged Derek tightly.

Hal: << I'm really glad to hear all that from you, that you have no
hard feelings towards him.  I'd be a little concerned if you wanted
to kill him. >>

Derek shrugged.  << Huh!  Why bother?  He leads his life and I'll
lead mine, thank you. >>

Hal was relieved.  << You know he's just been promoted to a major
general? >>

<< No! >>

<< Well, neither does he, yet.  He'll get notification through
diplomatic channels soon, I guess. >>

<< How did you know?  You must have been busy! >>

<< Yep.  I just did a little snooping around Canberra.  Mental
telepathy does have its uses.  I'm sure your father will be the very
model of a modern major general.  Why don't you drop him a line
congratulating him on his promotion?  That'd give him a buzz.  Don't
do it too soon or he'll wonder how you knew before anyone else did.
>>

Hal chortled.

<< He'll have to leave Washington and come back to Australia to take
up his new post.  Just think, he'll be back here in Australia soon.
>>

Derek shrugged.

<< If I see him, I'll see him.  I'm not particularly fussed. >>

Derek lay happily in his arms.  He felt wonderful with Hal.  His
lover seemed to have the gift of lifting the heavy burdens from his
shoulders.  Every time he used to think about his father he felt
resentment and anger.  That had all gone now.  Hal seemed to have
magicked it away.  All the other things, his anger towards Mark, his
conflicted feelings about Scott, his self-disgust at his gayness and
his lust for other men, his difficulties with other sexual partners,
his hurt and anger at being raped, all had been taken away by Hal's
magic.  He felt cleansed and purified.

He went to thinking about his father who was so nervous about meeting
the Queen.  It can't have been so bad after all.  He can't have
mucked up as he had feared.  After all he had just been promoted to
major general so he must have been doing something right.  Maybe
meeting God was not so bad as he thought.  But the commitment sounded
awesome.  Forever!  That's heavy stuff.  He drew comfort from the
warmth of Hal's massively muscled arms around him.  He thought that
maybe he'll make that commitment soon, but not yet.  He was aware of
Hal watching his thoughts with a tolerant good humour.  Hal had done
this many times before with other men.  Hal was patient.  He was a
rock of confidence.

Hal: << For the first time in quite a while, I feel like a decent
meal.  Would you like breakfast too? >>

<< Dunno. >>

Hal tickled Derek on his belly just under his ribs.

<< Underneath all that muscle you've actually got a stomach. >> Hal
laughed.  He wriggled out from under Derek, got out of bed and walked
across the loft to the kitchen end.

"Um, Hal," Derek said uncertainly.  "I don't have any food here
unless you count protein supplements."

<< Don't worry.  I'll magic something up.  Would you like a nice
thick fillet steak done rare with a couple of eggs, bacon, fried
onion, and lean beef sausages? >>

Derek: << Sounds good to me. >>

Derek lay back luxuriating in the bed with his hands behind his head
while Hal rummaged around in the kitchen cupboards looking for pots
and pans.  He studied his magnified reflection in the overhead
mirror.  He really looked a sexy virile hunk of muscle, no doubt of
that.  His big biceps bulged very satisfactorily.  He looked and felt
utterly masculine and he enjoyed the feeling.  Idly he wondered what
his father would think of him now, his son grown into this big husky
125-kilogram (275-pound) he-man with huge muscles.  He found he
didn't care what his father thought.  He ran his hands over the thick
massive bulges of his robust pectoral muscles and over the rippling,
hard, mountainous, perfectly symmetrical eight-pack of his abdominal
muscles.  He felt fantastic.  He looked at his broad, powerful and
heavily muscled shoulders that looked as though they had been built
by years of dedicated weight lifting.  The deltoids were huge and the
large trapezius muscles formed a convex curve as they sloped up to
his thick muscular neck.  His great thick latissmus dorsi muscles
spread perfectly symmetrically on either side of his heavily muscular
chest like a cobra's hood or the wings of a bat.  He felt really
powerful, vigorous, virile and potent.  He was really hot.

His attention was diverted by some heavy-duty clanging and crashing
from the kitchen end.  He rolled over and looked at the bedside
digital clock.  It showed 9:57 a.m.  How long had he been asleep?  He
stretched and yawned luxuriantly like a big cat, a big powerful
panther.  He got up off the bed and padded down towards the kitchen.
His arsehole felt deliciously well used as he swaggered down naked
towards Hal.  His whole body rippled with muscle and it felt
magnificent.  On one of the tables he noticed a cardboard carton
containing the moon rocks.  Next to it was the plastic two-litre jar
full of moon dust.  Derek picked up the jar and tried to unscrew the
lid.

Hal warned: << Careful, mate.  You'll break it if you're not careful
with those big muscles of yours.  It's still under vacuum.  You're
going to have to be very careful getting the lid off. >>

Derek concentrated his whole attention on easing the lid off the
screw-top jar.  He applied a steady pressure to the lid until he
broke the seal and he heard the hiss of air rushing into the jar.  It
was easy unscrewing the lid after that.  He inspected the grey dust
inside.  He sniffed it.  It smelled like dust.  It looked like
ordinary grey dust.  He replaced the lid.  Next to the carton full of
moon rocks he saw the little plastic zip-lock bag.  Hal had attached
a label to it on which he had written 'Derek's vacuum-dried semen
from the Moon'.  He picked it up and inspected the contents.  Inside
was the grey leathery gob of his semen with moon dust stuck to it.
He held it up towards Hal with a grin.

"You can't leave that label on it like that!" he drawled in an easy
manner.  His voice had dropped a couple of octaves and was now quite
a deep, pleasant, resonant baritone.

<< Why not?  It'd be a good conversation piece. >>

Derek replied: "What?  What would people think?"

<< They'd think that you squirt your semen out under such pressure
that they have to send a rocket to the Moon to collect it! >> Hal
grinned devilishly.

"Yeah!  Sure!"

<< I do like the sound of your voice by the way.  It sounds really
nice, manly and sexy. >>

Derek then noticed that the whole kitchen had changed.  Hal had given
it a complete make-over.  The old stove had disappeared and had been
replaced by a big, gleaming white new stove with four hotplates.  The
sink had been replaced with a shiny new double sink with new taps.
Underneath was a new dishwasher.  Over the sink the window had been
expanded to picture window size.  There were acres of bench space.
The little old refrigerator had gone and had been replaced by a big
new one with double doors placed against the side wall.  On the other
side of the sink was a large high wide cupboard with pinewood double
doors.  All the old cupboards had been replaced by pinewood
cupboards.  In the middle of the kitchen end of the loft was a big
new table made of pinewood.  Around it were eight square-backed
pinewood chairs with blue-checked cushions tied to them.

Derek looked at his new kitchen with his eyes wide in amazement.

"Hal, mate.  It looks bloody magnificent.  Thank you.  Thank you so
much."

He hugged Hal enthusiastically.  He lifted the big 375-pound muscle
god up off his feet and swung him around.  Hal wrapped his huge
thighs around Derek's waist and Derek was surprised how easily he
could lift the huge man.  Hal kissed him on the lips and Derek
responded eagerly.

After an enthusiastic kiss, Hal got down from Derek's big arms and
went to the new table.  On it was an array of new pans, a trio of
cast alloy frying pans and a big square cast iron steak griller with
ridges on the bottom.

<< Food >> telepathed Hal.

In front of him on the table appeared a wooden board with two thick
large juicy raw steaks that looked about two pounds each, eight eggs,
a pile of bacon rashers, three big whole onions and twelve lean beef
sausages.

Derek started salivating.  He realised that the idea of food was a
very good one.  He hadn't eaten for several days.  Hal winked and
waved his hand over the onions.  Instantly the onions were converted
into a pile of onion slices in a glass bowl.

<< Don't worry, Derek.  This is real food.  It will fill your stomach
and nourish those big powerful muscles of yours.  I'm simply going to
enjoy the luxury with you. >>

Hal commenced cooking the breakfast.  The smell of frying onions and
steak soon filled the air.  Derek realised that he was ravenous.  He
went over, leant against the bench next to Hal and watched him cook.

Hal: << One more thing. >>

He gestured at a space on the kitchen bench and instantly a coffee
dripolator appeared.

<< Derek, be a good chap, please and get some coffee going. >>

"Can't you get the fairies to do it?"  Derek smiled lazily.

<< I could, but I love to see that beautiful body of yours in motion.
>>

"Oh, alright."

Derek looked around.

"Where's the coffee?"

<< In the fridge. >>

Derek walked over to the new fridge with a muscular swagger conscious
of Hal's approving eyes upon him.  He found a jar of ground
Kilimanjaro coffee and put a few scoops in the dripolator.  He filled
the jug with rainwater from the tap and poured it into the dripolator
and switched it on.  Soon it was burbling and chuffing away, adding
the delicious aroma of coffee to the air.  Derek returned to leaning
on the bench next to Hal watching him cook.

"How long did I sleep last night?" he drawled in his easy baritone.

<< A bit over twelve hours.  You slept like a babe. >>

"Jeez!  I must have needed the sleep."

<< I think you did!  You were quite tired last night.  >>

Derek switched back to telepathy. He found it was easier than
talking.

<< That was a glorious fuck this morning.  Thank you. >>

<< My unalloyed pleasure.  Thank you! >>  Hal grinned happily.

<< The telescope mirror over the bed is a brilliant idea.  It really
made things rock.  Thank you for that. >>

<< Again, my unalloyed pleasure. >>

<< That was really fantastic on the Moon yesterday.  I had a
tremendous time there.  There's so much you can do.  You're
wonderful. >>

Hal inclined his head and smiled.

Derek looked over to the moon rocks and the jar of moon dust on the
table.  He thought about yesterday afternoon on the Moon.  It had
been a fantastic experience but there was something that was niggling
in his mind.  He thought about the little LEM left abandoned and
lonely in the middle of the vast grey plain of the Sea of
Tranquility.  Hal had said something about the Order when he would
not let Derek get down next to the LEM.

Derek asked: << You remember yesterday when we were at the Sea of
Tranquillity looking at the LEM and you said that you plural of the
Order had decided that it was not to be touched?  What is the Order
you were talking about? >>

Hal grinned cheerfully.  << I see your mind is sparking on all twelve
cylinders this morning. >>

<< Yeah? >>

<< The Order is what I and other supermen and superwomen belong to.
It's called The Order of the Knights of God.  It's our union if you
like.  It was founded quite a few years ago and there are around a
hundred thousand of us now who are members.  You have to be a
superhuman who has pledged to serve God to be a member, of course.
Our numbers are increasing as we recruit more members.  It's set up
as an order of chivalry.  If you decide to serve God and become a
superman, you have the choice of joining the Order.  Most people do.
The Roadknights Motor Cycle Club is made up of the members of the
Order.  It is, if you like, our public face.  Our public image is
that of big muscly bikers who ride around doing good, like fixing
flat tyres of stranded motorists and getting them out when they have
become bogged and that sort of thing.  Admittedly our public image is
pretty low profile. >>

Hal's sleeveless denim biker's jacket appeared on his torso.  On the
back Derek could see clearly the colours made up of a white shield
with a red cross flared at the ends in a germanic style.  Underneath
was the word 'Roadknights' in gothic script.

<< Oh!  Right!  I think I've seen some of you guys around Sydney.  So
I can become a member. >>

<< When you are a superman. >>

<< Why is it kept a secret? >>

<< First and foremost, that is the direction of the Lord God Himself.
We have to obey that order until He decides that the time is right
for us to reveal ourselves publicly. >>

<< What would happen if I made it public? >>

<< No-one would believe you.  People would think you're some kind of
nutter.  They wonder what kind of drugs you're on.  No-one would want
to believe you.  Like I said, the time is not yet right for us to
reveal ourselves publicly.  Don't ever underestimate the power of the
Lord God.  It is literally awesome.  He is truly omnipotent.  If you
try and defy him, you will just get swept aside.  Everyone apart from
other nutters would ignore you.  And believe me, a union of nutters
doesn't get far at all.  Every member is pulling in several different
directions at once.  They've all got their own barrows to push. >>

<< I see.  Point taken. >>

<< Second point.  There are still too few of us to cope if we did go
public about our super powers.  Everyone would want us to do all
sorts of things for them, from the trivial little mundane things to
things which are either simply impossible or would damage God's game
plan irretrievably.  Things like someone who lives in Montana in the
Northern United States wants the earth moved closer to the sun so the
winters wouldn't be so cold.  Doing that would cause global warming
with a vengeance.  It would really screw up the world's weather
patterns.  It's hard enough at the moment trying to manage Earth's
weather system and preventing climatic catastrophes.  It'd be far
simpler to get the guy to move further south like to Florida.  Also,
we'd be swamped by huge numbers of people all wanting to become
superhuman themselves, then discovering it's an awesome
responsibility serving the Lord God and backing out.  The idea is to
let our numbers grow exponentially.  I train up someone, then he
trains up someone, then his student trains up someone else, and so it
goes on.  When you finish with one person, you send him out on his
mission and you pick up the next person, teach him and send him out,
then you pick up the next.  If most people do that, our numbers grow
exponentially.  A gorgeously attractive super hunk like you would
have no trouble pulling them in.  I'm pretty sure you would do a lot
to boost our numbers.  I wouldn't mind betting that Scottie Reeves is
very high on your list of potential recruits. >>

Derek grinned.  He folded his arms across his chest and leant back
against the bench.  He could feel Hal admiring his magnificent and
powerful body as Hal continued cooking breakfast.

Hal continued: << Third point.  Going public would expose us to
severe attack by the powerful forces that rule the world today.  Our
Order, our commitment to serve the Lord God, threatens their very
existence.  The whole basis of capitalism is to maximise consumption.
If everyone could magic up everything they needed, scarcity would
vanish and there would be no need for the corporate world.  It would
just wither away and die.  Some corporations now have superhuman
sleepers as employees and executives who would take control of these
corporations and steer them in accord with God's Will.  These
corporations would survive and be transformed into vehicles for the
human expansion into the Universe and interaction with the other
intelligent races there.  These corporations will eventually market
our skills and products throughout the Universe because there is a
real need for them out there.  The others which have no use will
simply disappear.  The men of real power in the world today would
understand this and would counterattack with great force.  The media
would turn against us viciously, particularly as we would not be able
to meet initial expectations.  We would have horror stories about
homosexual bikie musclemen abducting boys, raping them and
brainwashing them into joining our vile, satanic gang.  We would have
grandstanding politicians appealing to the lowest common denominator
and wanting to pass laws banning us.  Mass hysteria would be whipped
up against us.  Things could possibly get so bad that we would have
to leave Earth and find somewhere else to live.  As you could
understand from yesterday, it would be very hard living in exile from
Home.  Whatever happens, it would set God's Plan back years, if not
centuries.  It is possible that if we superhumans are banned from
Earth, the human race could drive itself into extinction and the
Earth would become uninhabitable.  And we would be under orders from
God to stand by and watch it happen.  We, the superhuman race, would
be the only remnant of the human race left.  That would be an
unmitigated catastrophe for God's plan.  We, the human race now, are
God's Chosen People, all six billion of us.  Once it was the Jews
alone but they blew their chance when they handed His Son, Our Lord
Jesus Christ over to the Romans to be nailed to the Cross and to
suffer and die.  God punished the Jews severely for sending their
Messiah to crucifixion.  He visited upon them great tribulations and
many massacres and pogroms culminating in the Nazi Holocaust during
World War Two.  He removed the status of Chosen People from the Jews
alone and extended it to the whole human race and that includes the
Jews as well.  He loves the human race very much.  We, the human
race, have a great potential within us, more so than any other race
in the Universe.  There are far more human beings with supernatural
powers than all the other races in the Universe put together and
there are only a hundred thousand of us.  That says something!  The
Lord God is not interested in people trying to please him with petty
rituals and purifications and living by an inflexible code of laws.
That's really primitive.  He wants people to be His powerful and
puissant agents and officers, The King's Men, who strive mightily to
do His Will and perform His Great Works.  He wants people to be
prepared to work their butts off for Him.  He wants people to be
prepared to throw away the rulebook where necessary.  He wants people
who are willing to work in areas where there are no rules.  He wants
people to use their intelligence, initiative and wisdom.  He wants
people to revel in their freedom in His service.  He wants people who
one day will rank equal with the Great Archangels and Elder Gods and
share their heavy burdens of responsibility.  He wants us, the human
race, to become gods under His Command.  We humans are going to be
tasked with transforming the entire Universe into a wondrous paradise
to His Greater Glory.  And believe me, that is going to be a ten to
fifty billion year project. >>

Derek looked at Hal with wide eyes and open mouth.

"Golly!" he breathed.  "Is that what I would be getting into?"

<< Yes, indeed.  That is the future that is being offered to you.  I
would deceive you to pretend otherwise. >>

"Golly!"  Derek's head reeled.

Hal's denim biker's jacket vanished from his torso.  He was naked
again.

<< Anyway, dearly beloved mate, breakfast is ready.  Will you grab
the coffee please?  And a couple of mugs? >>

Large white plates appeared on the pinewood table and Hal served up
breakfast.  Derek came over carrying the coffee jug, two big mugs
including the one his sister had given him and the cutlery.  He
poured the coffee, then bounded over to the fridge and got the milk.
Hal liked his black.  They sat down opposite one another at the end
of the table and ate their breakfast.

Derek really appreciated his meal.  It was delicious, the thick juicy
steak done rare and pink in the middle, the eggs cooked with the
whites soft but solid and the yellow yolks warm and runny, the nicely
browned onion slices, the nice crisp bacon and the beef sausages done
perfectly.

Derek guzzled down half his coffee.

<< Hal, mate, you're a bloody ripper.  Not only do you fuck
fantastically, fly me to the Moon and other places, transform my
place into a palace, but you cook up a really beaut meal as well. >>

<< Thank you.  I can sing and dance as well. >>

Derek grinned and polished off the rest of the meal.  He felt full
and well satisfied.  He felt really great.  He looked lovingly at Hal
who seemed to be thinking.  Derek tried to probe into his mind but
there was some kind of barrier.  The outer area was calm and still as
if Hal were meditating but Derek could not penetrate any further.
Hal turned his attention to Derek.

<< I'm intrigued by the shower cubicle with the two shower roses in
it. >>

Derek replied: << It's been like that since before I got here.  It's
been useful when I've had people staying here.>>

<< I'm sure.  I can just picture you and Mark in there showering
together.  You two wouldn't have been able keep your hands off each
other. >>

Derek coloured and smiled sheepishly.  Hal finished off his
breakfast.

Derek: << I'm glad Mark's gone.  It's good riddance as far as I am
concerned.  He's not a patch on you, Hal.  There's simply no
comparison between you and him.  I would almost hope he does die of
AIDS. >>

Hal looked at Derek with his penetrating brown eyes.  Derek had the
uncomfortable feeling that something serious was coming.

Hal: << Assuming that you become a superman and it was within your
power to save him, would you save Mark from dying? >>

Derek's mind churned as he thought frantically, tossing several
different possible answers around in his head.  He was acutely aware
of Hal monitoring his thought processes.  He felt as if he was at a
job interview or a viva voce examination.

After what seemed a very long time Derek gave his answer.

<< If Mark wanted me to save him, I would save him.  If he didn't
want me to, I wouldn't force him to accept my help. >>

Hal approved.  << A good answer. >>

Derek relaxed with a grin.

<< You really put me on the spot there for a minute. >>

<< I did.  I need to know these things to see what further direction
your education takes.  You're doing well. >>

<< Thanks. >>

<< I'm just considering what went on in that shower cubicle when this
place was a machine shop with about 30 men working here.  I'm just
looking back at that time now.  Some of the men refused to shower
with some other men.  Some were afraid to bend over in the shower to
pick up the fallen soap-cake.  And quite a few of the men really
enjoyed showering with each other.  They would soap each other up and
have an orgasmic experience together.  Some would even have anal
intercourse together in the shower.  Most of the men involved were
married or had girlfriends. >>

Derek looked at Hal incredulously.

<< What?  That was happening here in Ringtail Springs? >>

<< Some of the men are still living here in Ringtail Springs, so when
you do find out, I recommend strongly that you use your discretion
wisely. >>

<< That's amazing.  It sounds that this place was a hotbed of
homosexual activity. >>

<< Shoosh!  You shouldn't use the H-word.  But yes, sexual activity
did occur here.  There are many men who like a lot of sex, and sex
with another man is a powerful turn on as you well know.  I guess
you'd be surprised how commonly sexual activity between men occurs.
There are many outwardly straight men who have had a string of
liaisons with other men.  It is very hard on them having to keep it a
secret because people make such an issue of it.  And often it's the
men with something to hide who make the most noise about the evils of
homosexuality.  So the juggernaut is kept rolling by lies and
mendacity and deception.  It will be up to us supermen to stop the
juggernaut. >>

<< Shit eh! >>

<< Yes indeed. >>

Derek paused, thinking.


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