Date: Thu, 17 Jun 2004 21:12:59 +1000 (EST)
From: "[iso-8859-1] Wombat" <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Robber' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc Biker ) [ 1 ! 1 ]

The Robber.

By Wombat.
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Any constructive comments are appreciated.
I'm at "bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au".
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I stood naked in front of the enormous mirror that ran the length of
the motel room I was using.  I ran my hands over the big muscles of my
massively powerful body and I liked the feel.  My tanned shiny
hairless skin felt satiny smooth.  I like my body.  I like the
powerful physique, the thick mop of straight golden blonde hair that
falls down over my big bright blue wide-set eyes.  I like my handsome
head with the strong jaw and cheekbones and the golden sideburns.  I
like my wide powerful muscular shoulders and the way my torso tapers
in a convex curve down to a nice slim muscular waist with an
impressive eight-pack of abdominal muscles.  I like my deep wide chest
packed with muscle, particularly the thick massive rounded slabs of
pectoral muscles.  I stand 185 centimetres (6'1") tall and weigh in at
135 kilograms (300 lb.).

I did a double biceps pose in front off the mirror.  It is very
satisfactory the way my great big well-veined biceps muscles swell up
into nice big round peaks.  My ripped body was shiny all over like it
had been oiled.  Well-veined muscles stood out all over.  I look
magnificent.  I am a seriously sexy hunk of muscle.

I had given up waiting for the good-looking young American guy whom
I'd been chatting up in the bar of the General Havelock Hotel a couple
of hundred yards down Hutt Street from the Hutt Motel where I was now.
In room thirteen.  Using my telepathic sense I tuned into the American
guy's mind and found he was still in the General Havelock's front bar
chatting up yet another girl.  He was determinedly heterosexual
although he had been interested in me.

I had consoled him after a tiff with a girl in the bar.  He had got
her to agree to go to bed with him, but she had been still dallying
with her friends.  He got impatient and asked if she was "going to sit
on her fanny with her girl friends all night".  At that she had
slapped his face and told him to fuck off.  She wasn't interested in
rude Yankee bastards.

Crestfallen, he had wandered up to the bar and sat next to me and
started talking.  He took a liking to me, the big blonde muscular man
dressed in pale fawn moleskin trousers and a blue short-sleeved shirt
that showed off my big muscles.  Guys like this particular American
seem to take comfort in my powerful physique.  They see me as a kind
of protective big brother.

Gently, I explained to him that in Australia, "fanny" meant a vagina.
It certainly did not mean an arse or butt.  He did not understand what
a vagina was, so I told him it was a cunt. He blushed and giggled.  We
continued talking.  I bought him a couple of drinks.  I could feel him
running his eyes over my body.  He admired my musculature.

He talked about himself.  He was over here in Adelaide working for a
large American computer company that had a big contract with the South
Australian State government.  He was a computer systems programmer.

While he was talking, I transmitted ideas of sex with me into his mind
and he did not reject them out of hand.  It is fun being a telepath.
Other people's minds are completely open to me and usually they have
no idea that I know what's going on in their heads.  You've got to be
subtle though.  You can't afford to give the game away.  Telepathy's
power lies in the fact normal people don't believe in it.  At this
time it is one big awesome secret.

I set him up so that he broached the subject first.  Our conversation
slid from computers to sex.  He found it hard to understand Australian
girls.  They were not like American girls and he was not having much
luck.  He was a long way from home, which was in Cincinatti, Ohio.  We
started talking about alternatives.  He wondered out loud what it
would be like to have sex with another man and looked at me
meaningfully.  I played hard to get, keeping it friendly but not too
interested at first.  But he got more and more excited by the idea of
having sex with the big blonde muscleman that was I.  He had never
done it with another man before and was curious to try.

I told him about my room in the Hutt Motel and he agreed to see me
there.  I left and he was going to follow me there after a decent
interval.  Well, he didn't.  He got sidetracked by this woman and he
had completely forgotten about me.  Well, them's the breaks.  He was
obviously not a long-term proposition.  In fact right now, he was
about to leave the bar with a German backpacker.  He was taking her
back to his town house just down Carrington Street.

The General Havelock Hotel is on the corner of Hutt Street and
Carrington Street in Adelaide.  It is well known as one of Adelaide's
meet markets.  I go there now and then to see whom I can pick up.
Sometimes a guy misses out on a lay and is willing or desperate enough
to try having a fuck with another guy.  I am a pretty impressive
specimen.

I switched off the light in my motel room and got into bed.  It was a
fairly warm night so I lay naked in the bed with only a sheet over me.

As I lay in darkness, I let my telepathic sense wander around the
vicinity.  The Hutt Motel used to be on the corner of Hutt Street and
Gilles Street in Adelaide.  It was demolished several years ago and
was replaced by an edifice called Oxford Terraces that contains shops
and apartments.  Just south of Gilles Street is the southern part of
the belt of parklands that surrounds the city centre.  My mind ranged
as far as Glenside Mental Hospital outside the southeast corner of the
parklands.  The Great Stone Mother was where I used to work as a
psychiatric nurse many moons ago.  Not any more.

In the south parklands were sleeping out a few sad destitute homeless
souls who had not been able to get a bed for the night in either the
St. Vincent de Paul hostel or the Salvation Army Hostel.

My mind ranged closer to my fellow guests staying in the motel. The
rooms on each side of mine were vacant.  In the next room but one lay
a lady aged 82 years old.  She had just become a great-grandmother and
was so excited that she had difficulty sleeping.  Her granddaughter
and great-granddaughter were in St Andrew's Hospital just down Gilles
Street.  She had travelled to Adelaide from Hamley Bridge to be at the
birth.

The rooms on each side of mine were vacant and the next room along on
the other side was occupied by a travelling salesman selling
industrial cleaning products for a company in Melbourne.  He did not
much like what he was doing and was a boring person to boot.  His main
interest was making money.

There were few other people staying in the motel.  It was fairly run
down then.  It was only a matter of time before it was sold and
demolished.  The competition from the Clarice Motel a few doors north
was stiff and the Arab Steed Hotel was directly across the road.

My telepathic sense was drawn to a mind harbouring a nefarious intent.
A teenage boy had seen the splendid array of rings that the old lady
wore on her fingers and was planning to break into her room and rob
her of them.  She was carrying a fortune on her fingers.  I had seen
them myself.  She wore rings with rubies, emeralds and diamonds.  I
peeked into her mind and found that she had had them valued recently
at about $30,000.  That was a very nice sum.  Mind you, he would have
got only a tiny fraction of that amount from a receiver.  Certainly it
was enough to feed the teenager who had not eaten for a day.  He was
starving.

The boy sneaked into the motel grounds.  It was quite dark.  No one
had seen him.  He had taken note that the old lady was staying in room
15.  I sent a mild mind glitch into his brain changing his memory to
room 13, my room.  I was going to have some fun tonight.

The young robber pulled on his balaclava over his head and approached
my darkened room.  I was at full alert.  My mind was recording every
thought and impression that went through his mind.  He was a strong
well-built lad of sixteen years old.  He had been thrown out of his
home by his father because he could not get on with his stepmother.
She had accused him of sexually abusing her two daughters who were
much younger than he was.  It was a complete lie and the injustice
rankled.  Homeless, he had been living on the streets for about three
weeks.  His mother had married another man and had gone off overseas
to work with some charity looking after homeless young people in
Burkina Faso, a country in West Africa.

Using telekinesis I hastily arranged the pillows on the bed to look as
if someone was sleeping there and stood naked behind the door.  My
skin was shiny and slick because I had created a force field on the
skin.

The boy opened the door with a thin flexible plastic card and
cautiously looked around my room with his torch.  He saw the huddle of
pillows on the bed and thought it was the old lady sleeping.  Quietly
he crept over to the bedside cupboard looking for the rings.  He held
his knife ready to use it.  I was troubled to perceive that he would
have at least threatened the old lady with it; he would have used it
if necessary.  He would have even cut her fingers off to get the
rings.  He was desperate and dangerous.

I slammed the door shut, it locked automatically, and snapped on the
light.  The teenager jumped and whirled around.  I could see his eyes
grow round inside his black balaclava.  He got a tremendous surprise
to see a big naked blonde muscleman with shiny skin standing behind
the door.  Recovering quickly, he whipped around with his hunting
knife and rushed at me.  The end of the knife blade broke off when it
hit my rippled steel-hard abdomen.  I am invulnerable; I am a
superman.

Before he could recover from the shock, I grabbed him and whipped off
his balaclava.  By the room light I saw that he had short straight
medium brown hair and steely grey eyes.  He would have been quite good
looking except for the pimples marring his face.  He had moderately
severe acne.

I threw him face down onto the bed, leaped on top of him, removed what
was left of the knife from his hand and took off his runners.  I
pulled off his black jeans.  He struggled furiously.  He was strong
but he was no match for my superhuman strength.  Compared to me he was
as helpless as a small child.

I did not bother pulling off his black T-shirt as I would have ripped
it, but I pulled the front over his head to the back of his neck so
that his big rounded pectoral muscles and all his muscular abdomen
were exposed.  His body was hairless except for his bush of pubic
hair.  As I held him tightly in my powerful arms, I relished the feel
of his lean hard strong young body struggling against mine.  His
struggles were a real turn on.  I liked the way his big biceps bulged
as his strong arms strained.

"What are you going to do to me?" he demanded.  There was real fear in
his voice.

I said nothing.  I knew that things were going to get noisy so I
created a force-field barrier against any sound getting out.  There
was no point in alarming the old lady.

I folded the boy up double with his knees up near his armpits and held
him tight with one arm.  He struggled furiously in my grip to no
avail.  I groped his nice hard muscular round buttocks.  His arsehole
was nicely exposed.  I felt around his bottom until my finger rested
on his arsehole.

"You bastard", he yelled.  "What are you doing?"

I gently worked my finger into his arsehole.

"You fucking poofter", he screamed, more with fear and horror and with
any pain.  I was not hurting him and I was not going to hurt him.

"What are you going to do to me?" he screamed again.

"I'm going to fuck you", I replied quietly.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooo!"  He screamed again.  He struggled violently
but he was helpless in my grip.

I gently worked my finger further into his arsehole and used a force
field to make all the shit in his bowels vanish away into nothingness.
There had not been much shit inside him but his colon ended up as
clean as a whistle.  When I had pushed my finger all the way in, I
started massaging his prostate gland with one finger in his rectum and
my thumb outside on his perineum between his cock and balls.  Most men
find it a very pleasurable sensation.  His struggles diminished in
intensity.  He started crying and begging me not to do it to him.
Unmoved, I held him doubled up in a vice-like grip.

His anal sphincters relaxed enough for me to get a second finger up
his arsehole.  I massaged his prostate with both fingers up his anus.
He was crying in loud deep sobs now but his cock was fully erect as I
continued with massaging his prostate.  I sent signals to the nerves
in his groin and caused his arsehole to relax completely, enough for
me to get my cock in.

My cock was now fully hard and erect.  It is quite a sight, fully
twelve inches (30 cm) long and eight inches (20 cm) in circumference;
in fact it was as thick as a coke can.  It was as hard as a steel
ramrod.  My unwilling fuck partner however had his back pressed
against my front so he could not see what was about to impale him.

Gently I removed my fingers and, still keeping him folded up double,
pushed my cock head up against his arsehole, which was still relaxed.
I put in place a small repulsive force field around my cock, which
made it feel wonderfully slippery and well lubricated.  The force
field eased open his arsehole.  Gradually, gently and painlessly I
pushed my cock up into it.  The teenager felt his anal sphincters
being stretched by my slippery cock like they had never been stretched
before.

He realised then that I really was fucking him.  I had inserted my
cock a little way up into his anus.  He screamed again and struggled
violently as I held him still doubled up in my iron grip.  He could
scarcely move.  He kept on screaming as I continued pushing my cock
relentlessly up into his arsehole.  I let him scream.  It was from
fear and anger.  No noise was getting out from the room.  With my
technique I certainly was not hurting him.  His strong virile young
body struggling in my arms was a powerful erotic stimulus to me; I
found it increasing my lust for him even more.

My cock head rubbed up against his prostate making it tingle
pleasurably. His groin was being flooded with erotic sensations.  His
cock was as stiff as a ramrod.  As I thrust my cock deeper into him, I
used a force field to straighten his bowel ahead of my cock so that
all my cock would fit snugly inside him and cause him no pain, only
the purest utmost pleasure.  His screaming stopped but his struggles
continued unabated.  He grunted with the effort.

I kept on gently thrusting my big fat cock up into his lovely hot
tight arsehole.  The stimulation was intense for both of us.  I
blocked my impending orgasm, intending to enjoy this fuck to the full.
I was not going to blow until he started to come.  He whimpered as
intense erotic sensations coursed through his body.

Finally I had pushed the whole length of my cock up into his arse.  It
felt really good.  He whimpered.  His struggles stopped.  He could
feel that his rectum had a remarkably full sensation.  It felt good,
really good, better that he expected.  I caused my cock to swell in
thickness even more inside him.  It was hugely thick now.  It
stretched his anal sphincters tremendously, but not enough to cause
him any pain, just pure pleasure.  I kept on thrusting it in and out.
My cock pressed against his prostate, massaging it intensely.
Orgasmic pressures started to build within his body.

I released his legs and straightened them out while keeping a firm
grip on his hard strong body.  His arsehole and muscular pelvis felt
so wonderfully tight around my cock as I kept thrusting it in and out
of him in short strokes that the sensual feelings flooded through my
body as they did through his.

He started crying.

"Why are you fucking me like this?" he whimpered.  "I'm not a queer.
I'm not a poofter, you know."

"I know that," I replied.  "I'm fucking you because you're bad to the
bone, you're a hot, seriously sexy young robber and you really turn me
on.  I lust after your strong muscles, your hot, hard, manly body,
your hard round buttocks, your muscly chest and your sheer hot
maleness.  It's your hot, undiluted masculinity that really gets my
lust going.  You're all man and you're fucking gorgeous."

He fell silent.  I kept on fucking him slowly, easily and inescapably.
My huge fat stiff hard cock lubricated by the force field slid in and
out of his hot tight arse easily.  His hard muscly well-rounded bottom
was pressed against my groin as I held his body tightly, enjoying the
feel of his muscular torso.  I took hold of his sweet uncircumcised
cock, which was stiff and hard with velvety skin.  My hand also had a
force field for lubrication.  To him it felt deliciously soft and
slippery like it was soaped.  I felt the thrill run tremulously
through his body as I rubbed my encircling hand up and down his stiff
cock, masturbating it gently.  I ran my other well-lubricated hand
over his strong young body, gently massaging the hard muscles of his
abdomen.  There was no way he could get away off the huge cock rammed
up his arsehole.  His rectum felt incredibly full and pressing hard
against his prostate with my moving cock inside it.  It was extremely
arousing sexually.  His groin was congested and intensely stimulated.
He groaned as passionately erotic feelings flooded through his body.
He started to relax against me into his approaching orgasm.  I had
blocked my own until he started.

I thrust my cock into him faster with longer strokes, thumping it up
against his prostate and seriously stimulating his insides.  My groin
thumped up against his perfect hard bubble butt.  I fucked him with a
ferocious joy.  With my hand I kept on masturbating his cock.  Just
for fun I increased the length of his cock from six inches (15 cm) to
a splendid eight inches (20 cm) and in thickness to that of a coke
can.  It was splendid.  I could feel it swell in thickness even more a
bit in my hand as ejaculation came close.  His body tensed all over.
Orgasm hit him like an express train.  He gave a great shuddering
groan as his hot white spunk gushed out in spurts all over the sheet.
Using my penis as a conduit, I pumped a lot of energy and good
vibrations of love and sensual enjoyment into him to prolong his
orgasm greatly.  He howled as great orgasmic gusts swept through him.
I released the block on my own orgasm and rammed my cock up into his
torso as far as it would go.  It was sheer joy to squirt a bucket load
of semen up his anus into that lovely muscly slim-hipped torso of his.
I kept on pouring love and energy into him and fuelling his continuing
orgasm.  With my telepathic sense I could feel his every sensation
that coursed though his body and it fired my orgasm to greater
heights.  He could feel the energy pouring into him from me as being
like great thick sparks of electricity shooting from my cock into all
the nooks and crannies inside his body.  He felt tremendously
stimulated.  I pushed him into a hugely prolonged, overwhelmingly
powerful multi-peak orgasm that went on and on and on.  He was on an
orgasmic roller coaster going up and down; one peak would never finish
before the next one started.  He felt as if he was caught in an
endless train of gigantic orgiastic tsunamis of orgasms that swept
over him in fiery joy.  His body became slick with sweat.  He felt as
if he was on fire.  To him my cock felt like it was this huge hard
red-hot throbbing bollard rammed all the way up into his arse and was
pouring great torrents of white-hot molten metal all over the insides
of his body.  He screamed with the sheer intensity of his endless
orgasms.  I could feel his groin pulsing vigorously against my cock as
he squirted great gobs of his spunk out of his steely hard cock.  I
kept on shooting my spunk up into his body as my orgasm continued on
and on.  I revelled in his intense ecstasy that coursed through him.
Never before had he had such a hugely powerful sexual experience.

His consciousness blurred, stretched out like molten toffee and
wrapped around my huge cock up his arse.  Orgasm was like a great
pillar of fire that burned inside him without consuming him.  Orgasm
filled his mind with this huge and powerful sexual ecstasy.  There was
no room for anything else.  He was conscious of nothing else but my
great big fat cock up thrust up his arse way up into his torso past
his belly button and his anal sphincters being hugely stretched by its
thickness.  That just added to the enormous force of his orgiastic
rapture.

His orgasm continued on and on for a couple of hours as I kept pumping
my orgasmic energy into him.  Finally I eased up on the torrent and
allowed our concurrent orgasms to subside into a state of bliss.  The
boy relaxed against me.  His big fat cock was still ramrod stiff
because I had locked it into an erection and it was going to stay
stiff until I let it go down.  It was fun.  I held his hot stiff cock
in my hand.  My cock was still huge, swollen, thick and erect up his
arse.  I delighted in running my hands over his body.  His muscular
hardness felt good to touch.

"You are beautiful", I said quietly.  "And you're a really hot and
sexy hunk of muscle.  You're just so male."

He turned and looked at me sleepily but said nothing.  He was trying
to come to grips with the situation in which he found himself.  He had
just had the most enormous orgasm of his life with this big
muscleman's huge cock thrust up his arse.  It had not hurt a bit.  In
fact it had been an incredibly fantastic orgasm.  It was the best he
had ever had.  Guiltily, he admitted to himself that he had enjoyed
it.  He did not know that I was reading every thought that passed
through his mind.

I lifted up one of his legs and swivelled him around easily on my
force field lubricated cock up his arse until he was face to face with
me.  I lay him back down on the bed and I lay on top of him with his
legs either side of my body.  I partially levitated myself so that he
was not bearing the full weight of my body.  I held him tightly so
that our fronts were pressed together.  His rock hard cock was
sandwiched between our bellies.  I ran my hand through his hair.  I
really like the way his cowlick at the front stood up.  He looked
really sexy, despite the pimples.

"You are one gorgeous hunk", I said.

He did not say anything.  He felt confused.  He was angry at forced
into being fucked by me but it had been a fantastically enjoyable
experience.  He hated to admit it but he would like to do it again.

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him gently on his lips.  He
did not respond.  I inserted my tongue between his lips and into his
mouth.  He bit down hard on my tongue but I am invulnerable.  He just
could not bite into my force field protected tongue.  It was a really
strange experience for him to be unable to bite down with all his
strength onto a soft fleshy tongue that was moving freely inside his
mouth.  I transmitted a heavy beam of loving, sensual and joyful
vibrations into his mind.  I liked him.  He had been going through a
hard time and I wanted to bring some joy into his life.  He relaxed
and started to respond to my enthusiastic tongue kissing.  Soon he was
kissing me back as enthusiastically as I was kissing him.

Our passions rose as our kissing became more fervent.  He started
humping his big stiff cock against my belly.  It fell into the slick
central groove between the thick ridges of muscle running down the
eight-pack of my abdomen and slid easily along it.  I started
thrusting my cock into his arse once more.  Our fervour increased.  He
actually enjoyed it as I rammed my huge stiff cock up his arsehole
into his torso, thrusting against his prostate and heavily stimulating
his insides.  He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and his legs
around my waist while I fucked him vigorously.  His ramrod stiff cock
sandwiched between our bodies thrilled with intense feeling as it slid
along the muscular groove of my abdomen.

Our orgasms started simultaneously and quickly.  He arched his back
and screamed in the intensity of his passion while I poured torrents
of spunk and energy into him.  Again I took him on a roller coaster
ride of continued orgasmic peaks.  His lovely muscular body was tense
and hard all over as it shuddered with the force of the experience he
was undergoing.  Hot white spunk gushed out of his cock sandwiched
between our bodies.  It was rapture beyond compare.  His body filled
with the energy that I was pouring into him.  He felt as if I was
filling him with electric fire.

I was a state of glorious bliss as I had my cock thrust up his anus
into his lovely strong young body.  My balls and groin kept on pumping
my semen deep into his muscular torso.

I kept our mutual orgasms going for around about an hour then
gradually diminished the flood of loving energy I was pouring into
him.  Our orgasms wound down to an end.  I rolled over onto my side
still keeping his hot and sweaty body clasped to mine.  We lay front
to front together with our arms around each other.  He lay quite
limply against me with his eyes closed.  He had gone through one more
huge almighty multiple orgasm and he was still coming down.  I let him
take his time.  I let our cocks go limp.

When I gently removed my cock from his arsehole, his eyes opened.

"I liked that", he said with a sleepy smile.

I kissed him.

"I really liked it too", I replied.  "You're really hot, sexy, hunky
guy.  You're just so masculine."

"You're into fucking guys", he said.

"I sure am.  I'm heavily into manly love.  You're just one gorgeous
hunky guy.  You're a real man and that's the way I like it.  You've
got nice big muscles.  You're a real he-man."

"You've got absolutely huge muscles.  You're one hell of a big
muscleman.  I wouldn't mind muscles like yours."

"Stick around and you will.  You've been working out.  You played
football at school and you worked out at the gym.  I like your
muscles.  You know, you'd never think that you were only sixteen.  You
look older, say in your early twenties.  You're a really hunky man
with nice muscles."

He grinned.

I continued.  "It's pretty awful being homeless and having to live on
the streets, Robin.  You must have been pretty upset being chucked out
of home because your stepmother told awful lies about you to your
father, Robin.  You left school because you were ashamed to admit you
were homeless."

His eye flew open.  "How did you know all this about me?" he demanded.
"How did you know my name?"

"I can read your mind.  I'm telepathic.  I know you were going to rob
the old lady of her rings but you blundered into my room instead.  I
thought I'd show you there's an alternative to the shit and misery
that was filling your life."

He looked at me with those steely grey eyes of his wide open.

"What kind of guy are you?  Are you some kind of freak?  How come my
knife shattered when I tried to stab you in the guts?  Are you human?

"I am a superman.  I've got all these super powers, like I'm
invulnerable, I can read minds and I'm super strong.  I once was just
an ordinary guy like you until another superman taught me how to
become a superman."

"Can you fly?"

I floated up off the bed into the air to demonstrate.

"Wow!" he exclaimed.

"Would you like me to teach you how to become a superman yourself?" I
asked.

"Oh, yeah!  I sure would."  His eyes shone brightly with eagerness.

"Well, we've already started", I said.

"Like you teach guys by fucking them?"

"Well, actually I have already started preparing you."

"Fantastic!  Can you take me flying?"

He jumped onto my back and I floated up into the air.  He wanted to go
outside.  I jumped from my room outside into the motel yard.  It was
still dark.  He was confused by suddenly finding himself and me
floating in the air outside above the motel yard.  I explained that I
translocated myself and him from my room through the wall to the yard
by a process like jumping through hyperspace.  He was mightily
impressed.  We shot up high into the night sky until we could see the
lights of Adelaide spread out from Sellicks Beach in the south to
Gawler in the north between the sea and the hills like a glittering
carpet way below us.  The golden light of the sodium street lamps
illuminating the main roads were like long golden threads running
through the blackness.  White suburban streetlights made up the
background.

We floated in the air about a mile (1600 metres) above Adelaide.

"What would you like to do now?" I asked.

I could feel Robin grinning as he lay on my back clasping me tightly.
He rubbed the front of his body against my thickly muscled back.  He
was not the least bit afraid.

"Why don't we go and have a fuck on a tropical desert island
somewhere?" he suggested.

With that I climbed up higher into the sky and accelerated away to the
southeast rapidly.  I put a force field around us so that Robin would
not be buffeted by the high wind of our passage and to minimise our
sonic boom.  We ascended into the stratosphere.  A couple of minutes
later we were streaking high over the east coast of Australia.  To the
south in the distance we could see the blazing lights of Melbourne.
North of us far away were the lesser lights of Canberra.  The eastern
horizon was showing a little light from the approaching dawn that was
still a couple of hours away from Australia.  We flew over Cape Howe
and headed in a more or less easterly direction across the Tasman Sea.
We flew over the North Island of New Zealand about halfway between
Auckland and Wellington as we headed to an uninhabited coral atoll I
knew of in French Polynesia in the Eastern Pacific Ocean.  It was six
time zones east of Adelaide or about 8300 kilometres (5200 miles)
away.  The sun was well and truly risen there.  We flew into the dawn
after passing New Zealand.  Robin was dazzled by the rising sun.
Ahead of us lay the vast empty watery space of the Pacific Ocean.  Far
below us were visible the tiny waves on the ocean's surface.  I could
feel Robin's sense of wonderment.

"I hope you know where we're going", he said.

"I do.  We're going to a tropical desert island just like you said."

After about ten minutes of hypersonic flight our destination came into
view.  It was a small coral atoll at the eastern end of the Tuamotu
Archipelago about 300 miles (500 km) northwest of Pitcairn Island
where the mutineers from the Bounty had settled.  It was one of a
small cluster of atolls.

We flew down towards the largest of the islands that made up the ring
shaped atoll.  All the islands of this atoll were uninhabited.  They
formed a ring of emerald green dots of varying sizes around the clear
blue lagoon.  I could feel Robin's amazement as we made a leisurely
descent.  In the middle of the island we were heading for grew a thick
grove of coconut palms about twenty acres (8 hectares) in extent.  In
the shade of the palm trees grew a thick carpet of soft green grass.
Surrounding the grove was a broad beach of soft white sand.  We landed
at the edge of the grove on the lagoon side of the island and Robin
slid down off my back.  He was eager to explore this little piece of
tropical paradise.

His broad shoulders, deep chest and muscular torso narrowed down into
a narrow well-muscled waist above a perfect bubble butt marred only by
a pimple.  His body was almost hairless.  He was a beautiful virile
young athlete except for his acne.  He was naked apart from his black
T-shirt with the front pulled over onto the back of his neck showing
the hard round mounds of his pectoral muscles and the well-defined
six-pack of his abdomen.  His nice big cock hung invitingly down
between his thick muscular thighs.  He looked faintly ridiculous but
extremely cute; he looked like a kid; indeed he was a kid with
muscles.  He was grinning from ear to ear.  He was so happy.

I suggested that he remove his T-shirt, which he did, and we raced off
and dived into the clear blue water of the lagoon.

The morning sun shone warmly on us as we swam and splashed and laughed
in the calm water.  We swam out towards the centre of the lagoon where
it was quite deep.  I was pleased to see that Robin was a strong
swimmer.  He swam up to me and put his arms around my waist.  We
kissed as we floated together in the warm salt water.  We wrapped our
strong arms around each other, as our kisses became more and more
passionate.  Our cocks stiffened rapidly and rubbed together as we
pressed our bodies fervently against each other.  It was time for
another fuck.

I held him tight with my thick powerful arms and flew up from the
water with him over to the edge of the palm grove.  I released him and
we ran together through the palms to a nice shady nook carpeted
thickly with soft green grass growing on the soft sand in the centre
of the grove.  I threw myself down on my back on the grass and Robin
leapt on top of me.  We entwined our arms around each other and kissed
passionately.  Our raging hard cocks rubbed together vigorously.
Robin was coming close to orgasm.

He lifted himself up off me a little then instinctively backed his
anus up against my huge stiff cock.  He was really horny.  I sent
telepathic feelings of ease and love to him and his arsehole opened up
readily.  I guided my swollen cock head to his arsehole and gently
thrust the end of my force field lubricated cock into the opening.
His anus closed tightly around the shaft.  Already my cock head was
rubbing against his prostate driving him wild with lust.  He backed up
against my groin then sat up astride it, driving the full twelve-inch
length of my big fat cock deep up into his torso.  Suddenly it was
buried to the hilt up his anus.  I raised my thighs and he leant back
against them.  I expanded the thickness of my cock inside him and
thrust it into his bowels.  He loved it.  It felt wonderful for both
of us.  His anal sphincters were tight around the base of my cock as I
kept on thrusting.  The muscles inside his narrow pelvis were pressing
hard against my shaft.  Above them my cock head plunged into the soft
velvety pleasures of his bowels in the centre of his torso.  I poured
energy into him.  He felt the massive pillar of my cock thrusting up
his arse into the core of his being stimulating all his insides.  He
felt as if great sparks of electricity were shooting from my cock all
the inside of his body.  His groin was pulsating and congested, filled
by my huge thick thrusting penis.  He was awash with rampantly
powerful erotic sensations and pure rapturous bliss.

Robin was desperately keen to become a superman and if being fucked by
a superman with a huge cock was the way to do it, he was an
enthusiastic participant.  He was really getting off on me.  He was
strongly aroused sexually by my great big bulging biceps, my thickly
muscled arms and wide powerful muscular shoulders, my massive thick
rounded slabs of pectoral muscles, my deep wide chest tapering down
with a convex curve into a small muscular waist, the mountainous
ridges of the eight-pack of my abdomen and my shiny, slippery,
glistening skin.  He was really getting off on seeing my huge hard
muscles working vigorously as I fucked him hard and deep.  He was
having a fantastic ride.  His whole body was slick and shiny with
sweat.

His own cock was stiff thick hard and splendid.  It was still the
eight-inch length and coke-can thickness to which I had increased it
earlier.  It bobbed up and down as I fucked him vigorously.  It was
slick and dripping precum on my belly.  He leant back against my
raised thighs and rubbed his cock with his hand.  He looked at it
uncomprehendingly, realising that it was a lot bigger than before.

Suddenly he burst into orgasm.  He shuddered and yelled as gouts of
his white spunk shot out of his stiff cock.  It was a massive turn on
for him to see his hot spunk shooting forth in great gobs from his big
fat cock all over the great big thick rounded mounds of my pectoral
muscles and my huge bulging muscular arms and pooling in the cleft
between my pectoral muscles.

I roared into orgasm too.  I continued pumping energy into him taking
him on a wild long lasting orgasmic roller coaster ride.  It was sheer
joy to thrust my huge cock deep into his torso and pump my hot spunk
deep into his lovely body.  He thrilled to feel my fuck rod pulsating
inside him.  His anus was clamped tight upon my shaft although it was
being stretched enormously.  Our orgasms continued on and on.  It was
the most glorious rapture.  Torrents of his hot white spunk shot forth
from his cock all over my front.  It became covered in a slick white
layer.  His spunk ran down between my chest and my arms into the grass
beneath me.  My whole chest was covered in a thick gooey white layer
of his spunk.  His head was thrown back and his mouth was open with an
expression of the utmost joy and rapture that filled his whole being.

Our orgasms went on for ages.  Finally I wound down the energy I was
pumping into him and our orgasms came to an end.  He sat on my groin
with my cock still stiff up his arse with a blissfully happy
expression on his face.  That said it all.

He leant forward and gleefully rubbed his hands over my chest slick
with his semen.

"Fuck!  Did I shoot out all that spoof?" he asked.

I grinned up at him.  "You sure did."

"Fuck!  You made me shoot a fucking bucket load!  Fuck!  That was
fucking incredible!"

He lay down on top of me and rubbed his body sensuously against my
semen-slicked torso.  It felt fantastic to feel his muscular body
slipping and sliding against the huge muscles of my own body.  He
loved it.  He kissed me full on the mouth and I responded eagerly,
holding him in my arms.  I realised then that he was nearly as tall as
I am.  The fervour of our kiss increased.  His cock stiffened up
rapidly again.  He started thrusting his body back and forth along my
torso against my stiff cock still up his arse.  His cock slid back and
forth along the semen-slicked cleft between the thick ridges of muscle
of my belly.  He delighted in thrusting his butt against my groin
forcing my cock deeper into his torso.  I commenced thrusting my
pelvis too, timing my thrusts with his so that my penis slid in and
out his tight anus with long and rapid strokes that were highly
stimulating for both of us.  He was really getting into the fucking
business.  It felt fantastic for both of us.

Suddenly he stopped and gave a deep groan.  His body tensed and
shuddered as another mighty orgasm swept over him.  He hung onto my
shoulders with desperate lust.  I thrust my cock deep into his body
one last time and my orgasm exploded within me.  It was sheer joy to
feel my hot spunk squirting into his hot insides that gripped my cock
and to feel his hot cock throbbing against my belly as it squirted his
hot spunk all over my front.  It was sheer joy to feel his intense
pleasure at having my huge cock up inside him squirting my man juice
into his bowels and feeling his own cock squirting his spunk against
my hard muscular belly.  He was absolutely crazy with lust as he
thrust his arse against my groin forcing all of my cock up into his
torso.  I pumped more energy into him, prolonging our joyful orgasmic
togetherness.

After a while I let the energy flow diminish and the orgasms faded
away to a close.  Robin lay quietly on top of me, spent and blissfully
happy.  My arms were wrapped around him and he felt comfortable and
secure.  He was filled with joy.  I loved him.

I focused my mind on my friends in South Australia, 8300 kilometres
away to the west.  It was lightening in the east there.  Dawn was
approaching in Adelaide.  I wanted to get back to the motel while it
was still dark.  I was not willing to take the chance that someone
might see us fly in.

I rubbed my hands over Robin's sweat-slicked back.  He lifted his
head.  Our eyes met.

"I love you", he said.

"And I love you, Robin", I replied.

We hugged and kissed and nuzzled each other gently.  We savoured this
moment of bliss as we lay in each other's arms on the soft green grass
under the palm trees in the morning sun.  All we could here was the
pounding of the surf on the ocean beach, the rustling of the palm
fronds in an occasional zephyr and the sporadic cry of a seabird.  It
was beautiful but I was conscious that this was not our permanent
place.

After a while I managed to get Robin to stir.  I explained that we
needed to return to Adelaide while it was still dark.  We walked hand
in hand to the lagoon where we swam and washed off the semen drying on
our bodies.  It was fun to stick my head under water and watch a shoal
of small colourful fish that came in and gobbled up the lumps of semen
floating in the water.  I produced a pair of eye goggles from
Somewhere Else so that Robin could see them too.  He watched
entranced.  The fish finished and moved on.  Robin and I swam in the
lagoon a little while longer then swam into shore.

Robin retrieved his black T-shirt which I then put Somewhere Else for
him.  To him it just vanished.  I explained to him that I took
advantage of the multi-dimensional nature of space-time and had tagged
a particular set of coordinates as my own private storage space.  It
was like a huge storeroom and it had many things in it that I kept
there, all sorts of things, keepsakes and mementos.  There were an
infinite number of dimensions but ordinary space-time could be
described completely using only 21 dimensions.  My tag had 36
coordinates for 36 dimensions.

He did not understand it.  He just grinned at me cheerfully and said
that he hated physics at school anyway.

"Anyway, you're just fucking fantastic.  You're a most incredible guy,
you great big blonde beautiful superman", he said.

He climbed onto my back and we ascended slowly up in the air over the
island.  We circled the atoll in farewell and then sped off westwards
back towards Adelaide.

We flew back across New Zealand where it was already broad daylight.
Dawn was approaching Australia's East Coast.

Robin clung tightly to my back as we flew.  He really liked being up
close to my powerful muscularity.  He found my body a real turn on.
The cheeky rascal was humping me as we flew.  His cock was really
stiff again and I could feel him thrusting it between my buttocks.  I
laughed to myself.

Adelaide was still in darkness when we returned but the eastern
horizon was becoming lighter.  The black outline of the Mount Lofty
Ranges was distinctly silhouetted against the lightening eastern sky.
Directly above the city I dived straight down vertically several
kilometres towards the motel roof.  Robin's grip tightened on me.  I
jumped into the motel room from above the roof.

Inside the room Robin slid off my back.

"Wow!  That was fucking incredible!" he exclaimed.

He looked at me with a sly smile on his face.  His fat erect cock was
sticking straight out in front of him as stiff as a ramrod.

"Can I fuck you?" he asked.

I grinned at him.  I had to admire his boldness.  He was a real spunk.

"Yeah, alright", I replied.

He literally jumped at me.  We kissed passionately again with our arms
around each other.  My cock stiffened rapidly.

I lay down on the bed with my knees up and he leaped on top of me
landing between my thighs.  He fumbled with his cock as he tried to
find my arsehole.  He poked around with his fingers and found my anus,
then placed his cock head against the opening.  He pushed against it.
My force field lubricated anus opened easily and he quickly rammed his
penis all the way into my arsehole.  To him my force field lubricated
arse felt wonderfully smooth, slippery and tight as he eagerly thrust
his cock in and out.  His technique was ratshit; many men would have
found his rapid thrusting unpleasant, but then, I have had thousands
of men come up my arse.  His vigorous and enthusiastic thrusts like an
animal up my arse bumping my prostate I found strongly stimulating.
While he thrust up inside me, he squirmed around on my front really
enjoying the feel of my great big fat stiff hard cock and the massive
thick hard muscles of my torso rubbing against his body.  My cock
swelled in thickness even more as my orgasm approached.  I really
enjoyed him squirming on top of me too.  I wrapped my powerful arms
around him and held him close against me.  I was careful not to crush
him with my arms or between my thighs as my sexual excitement
increased rapidly.  I delighted in feeling the muscles of his torso
working hard as he thrust into me.  He kneaded my big thick rounded
slabs of pectoral muscles with his hands while he kept on ramming his
cock up me.  He was really getting off on the huge muscles of my
magnificent body.

He stiffened suddenly, plunged his cock as deep as he could up into my
arsehole and groaned deeply as he squirted his spunk deep into my
bowels with orgasmic joy.  I clamped my anal sphincters and pelvic
muscles onto his cock, intensifying his pleasure even more.  He
grasped tightly me round my chest.  I could feel his hot spunk
shooting deep into my pelvis.  I pumped energy into him to prolong his
orgasm and roared into my own.  It was sheer joy to feel him pumping
his spunk into me while my own cock pulsed and squirted hot semen out
between our bodies tightly clasped together.  My semen squirted up
underneath his jaw.  His orgasm slowed but mine continued apace.  He
sucked on the end of my penis swallowing my semen as it came squirting
out the end.  My cock head was almost too big to fit into his mouth
but he made an effort and got it all in.  He relished the taste of my
sweet tasting semen.

My orgasm slowed to a stop.  He lay on top of me between my thighs
with his cock still stiff up my arse.

"Fuck, that was good", he said.  "I really enjoyed that.  You're
really hot, big fella.  I really love your huge big enormous muscles.
You're so fucking hot."

I grinned up at him.

"How big are your arm muscles?" he asked.

"24 inches (61 cm)."

"They're fucking massive.  How big's your chest?"

"60 inches (152 cm)."

"Fuck, that's huge.  You're one huge big fella with a huge big chest.
I love those huge big pectorals of yours."

He looked my body over including down at my slim muscular waist.

"You're incredibly ripped all over.  Your muscles really stand out.
And your veins do too.  They look so thick.  You must have zero
percent body fat."

"Well, it kind of looks like that."

"Your waist looks so slim.  How big is it?

"32 inches (81 cm)."

He ran a hand over my thighs admiringly.

"How big are these?  They're so thick and huge, like tree trunks."

"29 inches (74 cm)."

"God that's big.  How much do you weigh?"

"135 kilograms or 300 pounds."

"You're one big heavy guy.  How tall are you?"

"185 centimetres or six foot one."

"That's not much taller than me.  I'm 180 centimetres or 5' 11" if you
like.  And I weigh in at 90 kilos (200 lb.).

"90 kilos of solid hard muscle.  I like it!"  I squeezed him
affectionately and ran my hands over his body appreciatively.

He continued.  "I never thought I'd say this, but your spoof tastes
like ice-cream.  It's really nice and sweet and creamy."

I laughed cheerfully.  "Glad you like it."

He lifted himself up and looked down at my cock beneath him.  It was
still massively erect and swollen out to 11 inches (28 cm)
circumference.

"How the hell did I manage to fit that fucking great big donkey dick
of yours up my arse?  It's fucking huge!  It's the biggest dick I've
ever seen on a human being."

I grinned.  "You've got a nice elastic arsehole."

"This cock of yours, it must be a foot long, it's so fucking huge."

"It is."

"Shit.  You know, I gotta admit it felt really great up my arse.  I
reckon I had the biggest bang of all time with you."

I hugged him.

He went on: "You know, we've been fucking all this time.  You know my
name's Robin because you can read my mind.  What's your name?"

"Steve.  But my friends call me Wombat."

"Wombat!  Wombat!  I like it."

His face suddenly split open in a wide grin.  His eyes sparkled
merrily.

"Wombatman!  I'm Robin and I'm gonna be Robin and you're Wombatman.
We're gonna be Wombatman and Robin together.  Wombatman and Robin!
Fantastic!  You'll teach me how to be a superman and we can be
superheroes together."

He climbed further up my body, thrusting his cock deeper into me, put
his arms around my neck and kissed me hard on the lips.  His face
smelled of my semen.  We kissed eagerly with our arms wrapped around
each other.  He started thrusting his cock into my arse once more and
started sucking on my cock head in his mouth at the same time.  He was
rewarded with me erupting with another gush of semen into his mouth.
He swallowed my semen down but after a few strokes he exploded into
orgasmic joy as well.  He plunged his cock as far as he could up into
my arse and arched his back as he squirted his spunk deep into my
pelvis.  It felt really good.  He yelled out his joy as he clung
tightly to my chest.

Our orgasms slowed to a close.  This time they did not last as long.
Robin lay on my chest sleepily.  His limp cock slid out of my
arsehole.  However, he was a horny young man.

He looked at me.  "You know, I kinda miss that great big huge fat cock
of yours up my arse.  It feels really tremendous up there."

We kissed again.  Our tongues slid ravenously around inside each
other's mouth.  He was really getting into the swing of manly love.
He then started kissing and licking my cock, which soon became almost
painfully stiff and as hard as steel.  It was really big, fat, veiny
and purplish in colour.

"Fuck me again, big fella?"

Robin slid forward up my body then backed his anus onto my cock head,
which I held in place.  His anus opened lusciously when penetrated by
my cock it then closed tightly around my shaft.  He groaned with utter
delight as he forced more of my cock up into his arsehole by backing
onto it.  He squealed as the cock head impacted his prostate and
pushed on further up his bowel.  He kept on backing up his anus until
it had accepted the full length of my cock.  His anal canal felt
wonderfully full and distended.  His groin felt joyfully congested as
he sat astride my groin.  I compounded his pleasure by thrusting my
cock in and out his arsehole and deep up into his torso.  He rode up
and down on my thrusting pelvis getting really aroused sexually by
seeing the huge ripped muscles of my powerful body working hard
pumping my cock into him.  He also saw that his fully erect cock was
bigger that it had been before.  It was back to its eight-inch length.

"Fuck me!" he yelled.  "Fuck me hard.  Fuck me as hard as you can, big
fella.  Oh fuck me, fuck me like hell.  Your cock is so fucking huge
inside me, it feels so fucking fantastic, oh fuck me, Superman,
Wombatman with your huge muscles, fuck me hard and fuck me deep."

He quickly went into orgasm and ejaculated all over my front, covering
my chest and belly with his thick white semen.  That was quite enough
to tip me over into orgasm as well and joyfully I rammed my cock right
up into him and squirted my semen deep into his body.  I pumped a
blast of energy into him.  Delirious with orgasmic delight, he fell
forward on top of me, clung desperately to my chest and squirmed
wildly on my semen-slicked chest and belly.  He went absolutely crazy
with the orgasmic joyous rapture that was exploding inside his body.
He felt that his body was being raked by great arcs of electric fire
shooting out from my cock implanted deep in his torso.

He slobbered and drooled on my chest, quite unconscious of anything
else but the huge orgasm that was shaking his body.  His cock kept
squirting his hot spunk all over my belly as I kept shooting my spunk
into his torso.

I took him on another wild orgasmic roller coaster ride, but not as
long this time.  Gradually I let him come down from his orgiastic high
until he lay quietly on top of me with my cock still up his arse.

After a while he raised his head.  His grey eyes looked into my blue
eyes.

"You've got such blue eyes", he said.  "Christ, I love you, Wombat."

"I love you too, Robin", I replied.

He kissed me.  We kissed and hugged replete in the golden afterglow of
glorious sex.  He ran his hand admiringly over the massive thick
rounded slabs of my pectoral muscles.  He was enraptured.  His mind
overflowed with love for me and I did not need to be a telepath to
know that.  He had attached himself to me as firmly as an abandoned
puppy, which in a sense he was.  To me he was rather special and he
would grow quickly under my tutelage.  This Batman and Robin thing he
had about me made me smile.  He obviously had a long running fantasy
about joining up with a big powerful hero like Batman and I was
filling that role.  I was Wombatman.  In his mind I was better that
Batman.  I am a real superman.

He saw his acne as a real problem.  I know that teenagers often regard
one single zit as a major catastrophe, but Robin did have a problem.
I had to admit that, but it was nothing I could not fix easily.  He
had been applying all sorts of lotions and creams and had undergone a
number of treatments but they had not made much difference.  It was
clear he had bucket loads of testosterone coursing around his virile
strong young body.  He had big muscles for his age and his balls were
significantly bigger than average.  While he was still at school and
playing football, he had been working out intensively and his muscles
had thrived massively.  He obviously had the genes for it.  He was
going to grow into a big powerful man even if I had not been around.

Of course, once he had been chucked out of his home by his father, he
had been too ashamed to go to school and the workouts had stopped.
The past three weeks had been a lean time for him.  He had been living
rough out in the open and he had little to eat.  The last thing he had
eaten was half a meat pie he had found in a rubbish bin two days
previously and he had been ravenously hungry.  He was still very naive
and still had a lot to learn about living as a street kid.  Most of
his clothes and things he had brought from home had been stolen by the
other street people.  Virtually all he had left were the clothes he
had been wearing.  He had swapped his good Nike runners for the
hunting knife that he had broken on my belly.

It had not been all bad, however.  All the puppy fat had melted off
him, leaving him with a lean hard strong body with well-defined
muscles.  He had a body many men would envy.  He was starting to
realise that his strength was a real asset.

It was broad daylight outside.  The sun had well and truly risen some
time ago.  Sunlight shone on the blinds covering the windows.  I
suggested breakfast to Robin and he was very keen on the idea.  He was
not as desperately hungry as he had been before because he had
swallowed a lot of my semen, which is packed full of protein and
carbohydrate.  It is very nutritious.  However, he wanted to have a
shower first.

We got off the bed and stood in front of the mirror that ran the
length of the room regarding our naked bodies.  He ran his hands over
the huge veined muscles of my arms lost in admiration.  Then he came
up behind me and ran his hands over the massive musculature of my
torso.  It was quite clear that he was only a little shorter than I
was.  I snapped a double biceps pose and the sight in the mirror of
all my muscles bulging massively caused his cock to snap to attention.
It was quite amazing how quickly it stiffened to its enhanced eight-
inch length.  He started rubbing it between my buttock cheeks.

"I've been meaning to ask you", he said.  "But how come my cock is so
big now?  It's a hell of a lot bigger and fatter than it was used to
be."

He looked down at his big long fat ramrod stiff cock sticking straight
out in front of him.

"You are really turned on sexually", I said.

"Oh yeah.  I got to say that I've never felt so fucking horny before I
met you.  You are so incredibly fucking sexy.  Your huge muscles make
me feel so terribly horny.  You are just so hot.  Is that why my cock
is so big now?  And so fat?  Because of you?"

"I guess so", I replied.

He ran his hand along his shaft admiringly.  He tensed up and all the
muscles of his lean hard torso bulged.

"Jesus, my cock is just so fucking huge and hot.  This is incredible.
I feel so fucking horny again and your huge muscles make me feel so
hot."

I had pumped a lot of energy into him during our sex together, maybe a
bit too much.  This boy was rearing to go again.

He put his arms around my torso again and ran his hands over the thick
massive rippling rock-like muscles of my chest and belly relishing the
feel of my smooth soft shiny skin.  The previous evening I had put in
place a force field on my skin that made it look and feel beautifully
slippery, glistening and wet like it had been soaped all over.  Robin
revelled in the slick feel.  He rested his chin on my shoulder like a
randy dog and rubbed his front against my slick shiny back while he
rubbed his hands over my torso.

I threw another double biceps pose and Robin got really horny.  He
started thrusting his cock in between my arse cheeks along the tops of
my thighs.  All this attention from him caused me to feel strongly
aroused too.  My cock stiffened like a ramrod and stood up vertically
along the midline of my belly.  Robin ran his hands along the thick
hard shaft with delight.  The reflection in the mirror made us both
incredibly horny.  He felt my balls with amazement; they are big, the
size of goose eggs.

He bent his knees and guided his cock to my anal opening with his
hand.  I relaxed my arsehole in anticipation.  He gave a thrust and
his cock entered my arsehole easily.  He straightened his knees and
rammed the full length of his cock into my anus.  It felt incredible.
He thrust his cock vigorously in and out my arsehole, delirious with
joy.  He loved the sight in the mirror of himself fucking hard the
massive muscleman with the huge muscles all bulging and standing out.
He loved the smooth velvety well-lubricated feel of the inside of my
anal canal and the hard muscles inside my pelvis against his cock.  He
loved the feel of the steel hard rippling muscles of my washboard
abdomen.  He loved the feel of the mighty rounded slabs of my rock
hard pectorals.  He loved the feel of the thick hard powerful muscles
of my back pressed against his front.  He loved the hard round
hemispheres of my muscular buttocks pressed against his groin.  I
loved the feel of his big fat stiff cock thrusting into my arsehole
and ramming into my prostate.  My arsehole felt nicely full.  It felt
really good.  As his orgasm approached, he wrapped his arms tightly
around my chest clasping my pectoral muscles hard.

Together we ejaculated simultaneously.  He thrust his cock as far up
inside my torso as far it was possible to go.  It was wonderful to
feel him pumping his hot spunk deep into my bowels with such ardour.
My spunk spurted out of my cock in great ropy arcs all over the
mirror.  I stood as stiff and hard and strong as a bronze statue with
my muscles bulging out all over while Robin clung to me with an
overwhelming passion.  I tightened my steel hard buttocks and clamped
my anal sphincters on the shaft of his cock.  The tight grip of my
anal canal on his stiff cock sent him berserk with passion.  His knees
wobbled with the intensity of his rapture and he desperately clung for
support to my solid robust torso with his chin on my shoulder.  But
still his cock remained thrust up deep inside me squirting his man
juice into my bowels.  Clamped inside my arse, it was taking a fair
amount of his weight.  The sensation was incredible for him.

I could not help myself.  I pumped more energy into him prolonging his
orgasm.  It felt really good.  He was absolutely crazy with lust as he
pumped lots of spunk into my anal canal.  His arms were like thick
tough graspers held tight around me.  His consciousness blurred.  He
howled in the heights of his ecstatic passion.

Finally our concurrent orgasms wound down to a close.  Robin was
almost limp but he still held onto me tightly with his chin on my
shoulder.  His cock was still clamped inside my arsehole.

He moaned.  "Oh, fuck that was incredible."

I grinned at him in the mirror.  I knew that it would not take much
more for me to switch on telepathy in his mind.

He saw the ropes and splats of semen that I had ejaculated all over
the mirror and giggled.

"Fucking hell, you shot a real bucket load all over the mirror", he
laughed, full of admiration.  "You're like a fucking great big stud
bull.  You must have a ton of cum inside your fucking huge bull's
balls."

His cock softened and when I relaxed the grip of my arse, it slipped
out.  He leant against me with his arms around me replete with joy.
He had a lovely big happy dopey grin on his face.  He closed his eyes
and snuggled up against me.

"Do you still want that shower?" I asked.  I had a feeling that it
could be a long one.

He nodded.

Reluctantly, Robin released me.  We made our way to the bathroom.  It
was big for a motel bathroom.  Three walls were covered in white
tiles.  A vast mirror covered the remaining wall over the hand basin.
The capacious shower alcove was behind the door and opposite the
mirror.  The toilet was between the shower alcove and the mirror away
from the door.  The exhaust fan whirred into action when we turned on
the light.  There was no shower curtain.

I turned on the water and he got in the shower alcove with me.  There
was no way he was going to shower separately from me.  The warm water
sprayed over both of us.  I soaped him all over gently with my special
wash lotion that leaves the skin nice, soft, smooth and clean.  He
really enjoyed the attention as I washed every corner and crevice of
his body.  His cock became fully erect to its new size and stood out
straight in front of him with its foreskin folded back.

I noted the acne particularly on his face and chest.  It concerned me
and I knew it troubled him greatly.  He had completely forgotten about
it in the past few hours.

"Would you like me to get rid of your acne for you?" I asked him.

"Oh fuck yeah!  Would I ever!" he exclaimed in reply.

I explained to him that I could cure him quickly in about a minute but
it would hurt a lot, or I could do it in about several hours and that
cause him to tingle all over for that time, or I could take a couple
of months and he would feel no pain at all.

He chose the short sharp painful method.  I told him that he was a
real tough guy.  He grinned, but he was a little bit apprehensive.

He saw a powerful aura appear around me as I switched modes.
Telepathically I asked a healing angel for help and called up a host
of lesser spirit beings like fairies, elves and pixies to remove the
acne from Robin.  He stiffened as the spirits entered his face and
body to remove the poisons festering in his system and to perform the
healing process.  Because it was a rapid process, his nerves were
touched and jangled as the scarred flesh was repaired and renewed.
His whole body was burning, stinging, raw and sore all over.  He was
tensed up and hot against mine.  He was in pain.  He whimpered and
groaned and shuddered and I held him in my arms pumping energy into
him to supplement the healing process that the healing angel was
guiding.

It was all over quickly.  I thanked the angel and the other spirit
beings and they departed into the higher dimensions.  Robin's pain
stopped.  He ran over to the mirror and saw that all trace of his acne
had disappeared.  His face was smooth, unmarked and beautiful as was
the rest of his body.  He put his hands to his face and felt that his
skin was as smooth, soft, supple and unmarked as a newborn baby's.
His grey eyes were big and round with wonder.  He turned his body so
he could see all over in the mirror.  His chest, arms and buttocks
were unmarked and free of pimples.  His naked muscular body was very
nice indeed.  His face was handsome, no, beautiful.  His brown hair
was plastered down with water.  He looked really attractive and
fuckable.

Robin was overwhelmed with gratitude.

"Oh Wombat, thank you, thank you, thank you so much", he cried.  "You
are so absolutely wonderful.  Thank you so much."

He leapt across the bathroom, jumped into my arms as I stood in the
shower and planted lots of kisses on my face like an eager puppy.

"I love you, I love you so much", he panted between kisses as I held
him in my arms.  "You are just so wonderful."

The kisses became more serious.  Our lips locked together.  He wrapped
his arms around my neck and writhed against my slick wet body panting
with passion.  Our cocks stiffened quickly and he humped his cock
against my chest.  He felt my massive member sandwiched between our
wet bodies and pressed against his groin.  He wanted it inside him
badly.  He wriggled around against me trying to get it into his anus.
I lifted him up in my arms.  He lifted up his legs and I impaled his
arse on my great big cock.  His anus opened easily under my influence.
He wrapped his legs around my waist and bore down on my cock.  He gave
a deep heartfelt groan as I thrust my cock full length up deep into
his torso.  He writhed in absolute pleasure as I moved it up and down
his anal canal.  All his internal organs were being stimulated.  His
prostate thrummed with pleasure as my great big thick penis pressed
and rubbed against it.  His anus was stretched tremendously as my cock
thickened even more inside him.  His groin felt incredibly full and
congested.  The muscles inside pressed hard against my shaft as I
thrust it joyously up inside him until my cock head felt the soft
velvety guts deep inside his torso.

Robin erupted, deliriously shooting his spunk all over my chest.  It
was washed away by the warm shower water pouring over us.  Orgasm hit
me.  I thrust my cock deep up inside him and ejaculated joyously into
the core of his being.  I pumped lots of energy into him to prolong
his orgasm greatly.  He arched his back and screamed in his orgasmic
rapture.  He was on the wild roller coaster ride of orgasms except
this time there was little difference between peaks and dips.  He felt
that he was in a wild sea of orgasmic fury.  He was completely crazy
with lust and love.  He tried to sink his teeth into the steel hard
muscles of my neck.  He wanted me incredibly badly.  His whole being
ached to merge with me totally.  He wanted to be swamped by me
completely.  He wanted to consume me and get inside me at the same
time.  He wanted to be one with me.  His brain, his mind, his soul
opened up and reached out for me like a flower with tentacles.

Now was the time to switch on telepathy.  I reached into his mind that
had opened up to me trying to envelop me and merge with me.  I reached
the region deep in his mind that trying to sputter into action and
with a mind glyph started it up.  It was like pressing a big red
button.  His telepathy switched on.  His telepathic sense started to
function.  His mind resonated with me and with the barriers taken down
his mind just flowed into mine.

It felt like some kind of schizophrenia as his mind launched into
mine.  His being was threatened with being swamped by mine but so
ablaze he was with love for me that he had no fear at all.  He was
burning with love for me and he wanted to be part of me forever.  Our
minds touched and partially merged.  Each impression and feeling
coursed between us.  He could feel my sensations as I fucked him to
the full, my pleasure in squirting my spunk deep inside his lovely
muscular torso, my feeling his teeth on my invulnerable neck.  He knew
that I sensed every sensation that coursed through his body.  I could
feel his joy at my cock pulsating deep inside him, his arsehole
stretched considerably by my cock, the currents of energy pouring in
great arcs from my penis to throughout his whole body, his delight in
the huge muscles of my magnificent body, the great big thick powerful
arms wrapped around him, the warm water from the shower pouring down
upon us both.  He knew that I was spurring his huge gigantic orgasm on
and on and he was crazy with ecstatic rapture.  I had this crazy man
inside my head and he was crazy for me and I loved him totally.  I
wanted him to grow and be beautiful.  I wanted him to become a
superman like me.  Telepathy was the first step and he had made it.
It was sex magic that did it, pure and simple.

Our orgasms were fuelled to an even greater intensity by our
telepathically linked minds.  We were like twin pillars of fire
entwined about each other.  He revelled in the energy that poured from
me into him.  He was in a state of the utmost rapture.

There was a refrain running through him and on to me; Wombatman and
Robin; Wombatman and Robin.  He saw me as a god-like figure to whom he
was conjoined and he worshipped me with everything he had.  He was at
an ecstatic peak.

At last I brought us both down to a soft landing.  Our orgasms came to
an end.  Robin clung to me burbling happily.  He looked at me with
sleepy happy eyes.

He knew that something had happened to him.  He remembered his acne
disappearing.  But something had happened to his mind.  He was looking
at himself through my eyes.  He saw his clear skinned handsome face
through my eyes.  The acne that was the bane of his life had well and
truly disappeared.

He felt his body through mine.  He felt my love for him.  He knew now
that I loved him.  He was like an open flower in the warmth of the sun
of my love.  He revelled in it.

A thought formed in his mind.  << Am I telepathic like you? >>

<+ Yes +>

<< Like I now can read minds like you? >>

<+ Yes +>

<< Wonderful!  You made me telepathic!  It's marvellous. >>

He hugged me

<< Thank you so much.  I love you so much.  You are so wonderful.
Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. >>

I beamed at him.

Robin: << You are fantastic.  You are like a god.  You are a god.  You
are my own personal private god, my own private muscle god. >>

<< I'm, well, like you could say, a very junior god.  You certainly
don't have to worship me.  I'm far too junior.  I haven't been around
all that long.  I think you have to be at least a million years old
before you can be a proper god.  All you have to do is make lots of
love to me. >> <+ Amusement +>

Robin clung to me as the shower ran upon us.  He was busily sorting
through things in his mind.  I offered him my experiences.

Robin: << Can you guys live a million years?  You mean, I can live
forever too, like when I'm a superman.  How old are you?  You're
thirty-five?  You dirty old bugger!  I'm less than half your age.  You
mean you're immortal now. >>

Thoughts buzzed silently and rapidly between our minds.  We rubbed
noses together affectionately and kissed gently.  Robin pressed his
body against me.  He was buzzing with the wonder of it all.

Robin: << You know, I thought you were only about twenty or twenty-
five at the most yourself.  I never would have guessed that you're
nearly twenty years older than me.  And you will live forever and look
young and beautiful forever!  Wow! >>

I tuned into the mind of the motel owner and sensed that he was
wondering when I was going to come and pay up.  He would charge me
extra if I were late.  Robin piggybacked on my mind and saw for
himself.

Robin: << He's a bit of a mean old bastard. >>

I laughed. << We'd better get a wriggle on and get out of here. >>

My limp cock slid out of his arsehole much to his regret.  He stood up
and leaned against me with his arms around me.

He was alive with new wonder.  His mind joyfully scampered around mine
and tentatively explored further afield.  He was like a puppy or a
very young child.  It was as if he had been born again.  In effect he
had been born again.  He was alive with a new and wonderful sense.
His whole being had just stepped up to a new level.

Robin: << You could make heaps of money playing poker using telepathy.
You could read people's minds and see what cards they had. >>

I laughed.  << We just don't do that kind of thing.  We don't take
advantage of normal people because we recruit from normal people, like
you were until just now.  Anyway, it's not fair. >>

I picked up his black jeans from the floor and retrieved his semen-
soaked black T-shirt from my storage space in Somewhere Else.  Robin
was fascinated by that.  Both items were dirty.  I washed them in
water using ultrasonic sound and dried them with 'superheat'.  The
whole process took two seconds flat.  Super powers come in handy.
Robin was agog.

I called up some fairies to clean the splats of my semen off the
mirror.  Robin watched amazed.  He was like a small child open-mouthed
with wonder.  He could not see the fairies clearly like I can; he
could perceive them as small ripples against the background.  However
he was able to sense them with his telepathic sense.

Robin: << Fairies!  I never thought I would ever see fairies!  I never
thought they would exist and they do. >>

The fairies finished their task quickly.  I thanked them and they
slipped away.  Robin giggled at the realisation he had to believe in
fairies; they really did exist.

I left the double bed unmade with its semen stained sheets because I
knew that the motel owner got a buzz out of that.  He got a real
thrill out of guys fucking each other in his motel rooms.

I pulled on my biker gear, blue denim jeans, flying boots and a
sleeveless blue denim jacket with the Roadknight Motor Cycle Club
insignia, a red flared German-style cross on a white shield with the
word 'Roadknights' in gothic script underneath, on the back.  I left
the jacket open at the front showing off my muscular chest and
abdomen.

Robin sat on the bed still naked and looked at me in awe.  He drank in
the sight of me clad in denims.  I explained telepathically that the
Roadknights were a biker club for supermen and superwomen.  You had to
be superhuman to become a member.

I suggested breakfast again.  Robin was interested.  He got dressed
and delighted in the feel of clean clothes against his skin once more.
I telephoned the Arab Steed Hotel across Hutt Street and ordered
breakfast in advance.  There are lots of eating places in Hutt Street,
but most of them cater for the coffee and croissant end of the market.
The Arab Steed was the only place nearby where you could get a hearty
man-sized breakfast.  Robin salivated at the idea of steak, sausages,
eggs and bacon.

I packed up quickly and we got to the motel office about ten minutes
before checkout time which was ten a.m.

The motel was one of those that charged the same whether one or two
people used the one room.  I handed the motel owner two twenty-dollar
notes in payment for the night.  The owner was a corpulent man past
middle age.  He sat behind the counter and looked us both over with a
dour interest as he took the money.  He was fascinated by my muscles.

"You two fellows have a good time last night?" he asked.

Robin grinned from ear to ear.  The owner looked at him thinking what
a handsome young buck he was.  He was almost wistful under his gruff
exterior.

I smiled easily and replied: "Yep, sure did."

We could feel his eyes boring into our backs as we swaggered out the
office.  We mounted my trusty Harley Davidson.  It roared into life
and we rode out into Gilles Street.  It was only fifty metres (yards)
across the tree-lined boulevard of Hutt Street to the Arab Steed Hotel
but I did not want to leave my bike at the motel.  We parked the bike
in the street outside the hotel, which is a rather striking art deco
edifice.  It was a glorious morning.  The sun was shining from a
bright blue sky with a few fluffy white clouds about.

The people inside stared at us as we entered the dining room.  The
barmaid came up to us and I flashed a megawatt smile at her, almost
bowling her over with good vibrations.  She looked admiringly at us.
She was so dazzled by me as to be almost speechless.  I told her that
we had already ordered and she showed us to a table next to a window
overlooking Hutt Street.  She apologised for the chip cooker being
turned off and asked if toast was all right.  That was fine by us.  It
was nearly ten o'clock in the morning.  You cannot expect too much.  I
ordered a pint of beer for each of us.  The barmaid had no inkling
that Robin was underage; she thought he was in his early twenties and
a really handsome hunk.

Robin looked around the dining room.  I shared his perceptions and
scanned with my telepathic sense.  The room was nearly half full of
mainly elderly diners taking their time over a late breakfast.  The
exceptions apart from us were a young English couple in their twenties
touring Australia and a man in his thirties in a suit with his nose in
a newspaper.

Behind me was an old man with a nasty angry mind.  He kept glaring at
my back disapprovingly.  He hated bikers and any one who was not what
he considered 'normal'.  Nothing was said but Robin was quite
disconcerted by the blast of anger and hatred coming from him.  Dear
Robin was getting quite angry on my behalf.  His eyes flashed.  I sent
soothing thoughts to him to calm him down.  If he got too upset or
angry, his telepathic sense would just implode in on itself and stop
functioning.  I would have to fuck him again to restart it.  I passed
that knowledge on to him and got a grin from him in reply.  I was not
the least bit concerned.  The old man could not harm either Robin or
me.  Robin was far too strong for him and I am, well, a superman with
an impressive array of tricks to play.  The longsuffering wife of the
old man sat opposite him at their table.  I could detect the smell of
burning martyr coming from her.  She had endured forty-five self-
denying years of marriage to him and she was sure she was due for a
reward in heaven.

The other people cast sidelong glances at us.  They did not want to be
caught staring at us but they could not keep their eyes off us.  My
physique impressed them mightily.

Breakfast arrived for both of us.  As promised, each steaming plate
contained a large rump steak of about a pound (half a kilogram) with
sausages, three eggs, plentiful bacon and toast.  Robin fell upon his
with gusto.  It was the best meal he had eaten since before leaving
home three weeks ago.  He was ravenous.  He wolfed his meal down,
finishing before I did and sat back with a satisfied burp.  He looked
at me gratefully.  He had a full stomach for the first time in weeks.
I continued on eating happily.

Robin: << Life's really worth living with you around. >>

I sent him a warm buzz of acknowledgement.

<< How do you become a superman? >>

<< Through God.  You go up to Him in Heaven, stand before Him and
pledge to serve Him forever and then He grants you superpowers. >>

<< Just like that? >>

<< Well, sort of.  That's a very cut down version of the story.  You
need to be a telepath, which you are, and you've got to be brave.  You
don't want to go shitting yourself in terror before the Lord God
Almighty. >>

Robin grinned.  The thought amused him.  << Don't worry.  I won't. >>

He continued.  << You know, when I'm a superman, I guess I might go
and kill my father and that ugly fat bitch of his who got him to marry
her. >>

I was amused.  << God would not approve of that.  That's certainly not
what He wants people doing.  Anyway, there's a much better way of
dealing with the situation and that's to do nothing.  You just stay
out of sight and your father will be consumed by guilt at tossing you
out of home.  That guilt will eat away like acid at his relationship
with your stepmother.  He'll blame her and she'll blame him.  Those
two are going to be living in hell together.  God wants us to take
responsibility for our actions.  You do nothing and there's no one
there to alleviate his guilt and redirect her anger.  Your father and
your stepmother will have to live with the consequences of their
action.  That's how God wants it.  You don't do a thing and meanwhile,
you grow big, beautiful and strong and they suffer.  You never know,
they could end up like the old couple behind me. >>

<< So God really does exist. >>

For answer I pointed to God.  For the first time Robin became aware
through his telepathic sense of an overarching loving nimbus of being
that surrounded and permeated all that is, the whole Universe
including this very dining room.  This was a Being that was all-
loving, all-knowing and all-powerful and in Whom and by Whom the whole
Universe was kept in being.

Robin was awed.  << I serve Him?  He wants me to serve Him? >>

<< Yes. >>

The huge numinous Presence focussed on Robin.  << YES, ROBIN, I DO
WANT YOU TO SERVE ME.  I LOOK FORWARD TO THE DAY WHEN THE WHOLE HUMAN
RACE SERVES ME JOYFULLY AND WILLING.  I LOOK FORWARD TO WHEN A RACE OF
POWERFUL SUPERHUMAN AGENTS FURTHER MY INTERESTS THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE
UNIVERSE.  ROBIN, I WOULD LIKE YOU TO SERVE ME. >>

Robin trembled.  A current of love flowed from God over both of us.

God: << DO NOT BE ANXIOUS OR FEARFUL.  STEPHEN, OR WOMBAT, HAS SERVED
ME WELL.  HE WILL LOOK AFTER YOU.  TRUST HIM AND HAVE FAITH IN ME.
COME TO ME WHEN YOU ARE READY. >>

The Presence drew back a little.  Robin was silent.  This was far
bigger than he had ever dreamt of and he was being called to serve
this gigantic numinous Being, the Lord God Almighty.  He needed time
to think things over.  Events were moving so fast that his
comprehension was stretched.

The other diners carried on oblivious to the Presence of God.  Since I
had first become a superman, it had always seemed a little odd to me
that so few normal people had any inkling of the huge loving Being
that was all around them and that permeated and held in existence the
whole of reality around them.  Normal human beings were so very
ordinary, but they had within them the potential to become superhuman
beings like me.  Some were difficult to transform like the cranky old
grump sitting behind me, some were easy to transform.  Robin was a
gift.  He glowed with appreciation.

I flicked my telepathic sense back to the owner of the Hutt Motel
across the street.  He was cleaning up in the room where we had spent
the night.  He had pulled the sheets off our bed and he held them up
his nose inhaling the strong odours of our semen and sweat that had
soaked into the sheets.  He revelled in the smell.  His mind was full
of the lurid images of two strong virile muscular young men fucking
each other with lusty enthusiasm.  I felt sorry for the lonely old
man.  Robin burst out sniggering.  The image of the old man sniffing
our sheets and getting excited by the smell of our semen appealed to
his schoolboy sense of humour.

I finished my breakfast and swigged off the remains of my beer.  Robin
had finished well before me.  He had been starving but now he was well
filled.  We stood up, paid up and left the dining room, the cynosure
of all eyes.

Outside we stood in the sunshine next to my motorbike and Robin
stripped off his T-shirt exposing his muscular torso.  He wanted to
show off his body too.  I put the T-shirt in one of the bike's
panniers and gave him a red neckerchief with a Roadknight insignia of
a flared red cross on a white shield on the back.  He put it on
proudly around his neck.  It was held in place with an old Boy Scout
woggle with a small Roadknight pin.  I also gave Robin a chinless bike
helmet and aviator style sunglasses, both like mine.

We put on our bike helmets and sunglasses and mounted the bike.  Robin
sat behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist.  With one kick my
hog roared into life and we took off down the leafy tree-lined Gilles
Street towards Pulteney Street.

We were waiting for the Pulteney Street traffic lights to change.

I asked: << Do you prefer to be called Robin or Rob? >>

<< I don't care much.  My friends at school call me Rob but I want to
be Robin with you, Wombatman. >>

The lights changed, we turned left onto Pulteney Street and roared
south over South Terrace onto Unley Road past the playing fields and
gum trees of the South Parklands.  The traffic lights at Greenhill
Road were green and we continued south along Unley Road.  People call
Adelaide the City of Traffic Lights and Unley Road is one of the worst
places with traffic lights and pedestrian crossings scattered densely
along its length.  Unley Road passes through the leafy well-heeled
suburbs of Unley, Parkside, Malvern, Hyde Park and Unley Park.  Our
destination was our community house in Unley Park.  The road was
clogged with all these shiny, spotlessly clean new four-wheel-drives,
Toyota fucking Landcruisers and their Lexus clones, Range Rovers,
Nissan Patrols, Landrovers, Jeep Grand Cherokees, Mercedes Benz M
class, Honda CRVs and a few Mitsubishi Pajeros.  Most of them were
being driven by women who had what they considered more important
things on their minds than paying attention to their driving.  Several
times I had to flick the attention of a driver telepathically so that
she would see us and not pull out into us.  I had the headlights of
the motorbike switched on but still they did not see us.  Robin
clasped me tightly around the waist.  He was agog at the goings on
around us as we threaded our way through the traffic.  His telepathic
sense was working hard as he struggled to take in all the impressions.

On Unley Road in front of the Unley Shopping Centre and the Unley
Civic Centre there are three sets of traffic lights within a hundred
yards (metres).  We rode down in between the two rows of halted
traffic waiting at the red lights and pulled up alongside a white 1959
Ford Thunderbird convertible.  The big car with red upholstery had
been converted to right-hand drive and was in immaculate condition.
It was being driven by a middle-aged man sporting a grey ponytail and
wearing a spiffy slim black pair of Raybans, blue jeans and a black T-
shirt celebrating Metallica.  His face looked well used.

Robin: << Look at that old poser driving the old Yank Tank. >>

I just smiled with amusement.

The Thunderbird driver looked up at the two of us apprehensively.  His
eyes travelled along the thick muscles of my huge arms.  I looked an
impressive sight with my helmet, sunglasses and powerful denim-clad
physique on a powerful motorbike with my mate.

I grinned showing my white teeth.  I soaked up the deep-throated
rumble from its big V8 motor as it idled.

"Nice car", I said warmly.  "Very nice.  It sure is a magnificent
machine you've got there."

The man's eyes took in the two of us.  He noted Robin's bare well-
muscled torso and arms, the red neckerchief he was wearing and the way
he held me around my waist.  He saw that Robin was a hot hunky young
spunk bucket.  He knew.

"Thanks", he replied uncertainly.

The lights changed to green.  We roared away.  Thank heavens the three
set of traffic lights were synchronised so Unley Road was relatively
clear ahead of us for a short distance.  The Thunderbird was stuck
behind an old lady driving a Toyota Camry; she was accelerating
sedately.

The Thunderbird driver looked after us wistfully.  His eyes bored into
Robin's broad strong back as we rode away down Unley Road.  He was
into his third marriage now and that was failing.  His first marriage
went bust thirty years ago when he had a wild and passionate love
affair with another man.  It was fantastic and beautiful while it
lasted.  Robin reminded him of his first lover.  He had had but a few
sexual encounters with other men in the intervening years since then
but they were very furtive and secretive; he told no one.  Since the
AIDS scare hit the scene in the early mid-eighties, he had only had
one fling with another man.  Sex with another man was a pleasure that
seemed denied him now, what with AIDS and haemorrhoids and creeping
old age.  What was he now?  A sound engineer with one of Adelaide's
commercial FM radio stations.  He was considered a bit of an old
hippie who was over the hill.  A hippie?  Not!

He knew of the Roadknights and that some of them enjoyed sex with
other men.  I represented to him all that was wild, wonderful and
free.  I was a beautiful blonde young muscle god and I had a gorgeous
young hunk as a lover.  He was pensive, envious and melancholy,
yearning for the good old days and all those things that he thought
were out of his reach now.  I sent a thought back to him that he
should join the Roadknights.  He thought that maybe he was too old.  I
made a mental note to look him up after his current marriage had
finished in divorce and bring some joy back into his life.

We arrived in Unley Park and waited in Unley Road to turn right when
the oncoming traffic cleared sufficiently.  The sun was warm on our
backs.  Our chance came and turned into the narrow tree-lined street
where our community house was.  'Bethany' was a vast roomy old neo-
gothic stone mansion with two towers and had been built by a wealthy
Adelaide merchant in 1897.  It has stayed in the family ever since.
It was now owned by my friend Guy Talbot who had inherited it and a
fortune at the age of twenty-one when both his parents were killed in
a car crash.  He was an only child.  For several years afterwards he
had lived a drug and drink soaked life that had been one continual
party.  The party stopped while he was away overseas in Paris with his
girlfriend when the police raided his house and arrested everyone
living there.  It had been a real hippie style commune with lots of
drugs and freewheeling sex but it was happening years after hippiedom
had gone out of fashion; things were not the same.  Guy had come back
after he had broken up with his girlfriend and found his house trashed
and empty.  All his friends were either in gaol, in mental hospitals,
dead or gone away.  He was in despair and about to commit suicide when
one of our Order rescued him, made love to him and persuaded him to
become a superman and join us.  He invited a group of us to move in
and we comprehensively cleaned and restored the house using our
superpowers.  'Bethany' is now one of several community houses in
Adelaide where members of the Order live and others like me stay a
while when passing through.

Robin picked up all the thoughts passing through my head as we came up
to the house.  He jumped off the bike and opened the gate.

We rode round to the back of the house.  Julie and Jenny welcomed
Robin in the kitchen.  Robin was fascinated to meet two telepathic
women and they were beautiful too.  Information buzzed back and forth
between their minds.  He was intrigued to discover that it is easier
for a woman to become telepathic and then superhuman than it is for a
man.  The result is that there are noticeably more women than men in
the Order.  They also explained that the Order is made up of supermen
and superwomen.  Its full title is the Order of the Knights of God and
it is a chivalric order organised on lines like the medieval chivalric
orders, except that men and women are equal and there are not lots of
silly rules.  The term knights is used in a non-sexual sense.  The
existence of the Order and its superhuman members is kept secret on
the direct orders of the Lord God Himself.  It is not yet time for us
to reveal our presence.  Our numbers are still too low.

Julie and Jenny thought Robin was a real cutie.  He glowed with their
attention.  The word went out telepathically that Wombat had picked up
another beautiful boy.  Other members started gathering in the kitchen
to see.

First in was Fiona followed closely by her husband Douglas.  She was a
little above average height and very attractive and nicely built.
Doug was powerfully muscled with a similar physique to mine.  Robin
looked at him with awe.  Then he realised that there was something
alive inside Fiona's belly.  She laughed gaily and informed him that
she was two months pregnant.  She and Doug had been married three
months.  Robin focussed his mind on the little foetus growing inside
her belly; he was fascinated.  There was no real consciousness
detectable at this stage; the foetus's mind was still yet unformed.
Her pregnancy had not started to show yet.

Fiona: << He's a little boy.  He is going to grow into someone
gorgeous like you, or him. >>

She jerked her thumb back at Doug.  He came up behind her and wrapped
his massive arms around her gently, smiling happily.  He was wearing
only a pair of shorts.  He was absolutely delighted to be the father
of this unborn child.

Fiona and I had been lovers at one stage.  She had several men as
lovers at the some time but she had wanted me to be the father of her
children.  I was not ready to make the commitment to her and to
bringing up children.  I really enjoy lots of sex and I love making
love to people but I still prefer men.  Doug was very keen on her and
when I got cold feet, he jumped in willing to make the commitment.  He
was one of her lovers and he was more than happy to make babies and
raise children with her.

The other people in the house trooped into the kitchen, Craig, Helen,
Annette, Brian, Kevin, Henry, Mark, Philip, Rick, Jared, Sarah, Sally,
Linda, Ruth, Wolf, Peter, Susan and Guy.  With them came a bunch of
about half a dozen small children.  The older children were at school.
Keir, a boy of four years old, boldly went up to Robin and asked who
he was.  Robin sent back a reply telepathically which Keir was not
able to receive.  With amusement Sally explained to Robin that Keir
was far too young to be telepathic.  Robin told Keir briefly who he
was.

Robin was enthralled by the supermen and superwomen around him.  They
all liked him.  He was like a puppy going from one to the other.  His
mind was busily absorbing all the impressions and information coming
at him from the others.  He was beside himself with wonder, awe and
happiness at being welcomed into this group of wonderful superhuman
beings.  They were appalled to know that he had been thrown out of
home and was living as a street kid.  They thought Robin's father and
stepmother were complete idiots.  Doug put it well when he considered
that their loss is our gain.

The men and women were all beautiful and the men all had muscular
physiques ranging in build from not much bigger than Robin was through
to truly huge.  None of the men apart from me were wearing any sort of
top.  Jared was a fifteen-year-old superman and he sported a
fantastically well muscled body; he stood 185 cm (6'1") and weighed
145 kilograms (320 lb), a little more than me.  He had been a superman
for less than a year.  Robin goggled at Jared the gorgeous handsome
blonde super hunk with awe.  He was overjoyed at being invited to
become a superman himself.  He had never dreamt that such a thing was
possible.

Jared assured Robin that pledging himself to serve God was easy.  The
main thing was not to get frightened of God who loves us absolutely.
Jared told the story of one man who shat himself with terror in front
of God who was not impressed.  The cherubim fell about laughing.  The
man had been pushed into it too quickly by his over eager young
teacher.  Jared was really rapt in being a superman.  He would never
ever go back to being a normal again.  That would be just too boring.
Serving God was not onerous.  The main thing was to stay within in the
parameters of God's Will and avoid working against God.  Jared was
recruiting new people himself and really enjoyed it.  He also liked
lots of sex.  He flashed a double biceps pose and let Robin feast his
eyes on his huge 25-inch (64-cm) flexed biceps.  Robin just gaped in
awe and admiration.  Jared had a really hot, perfectly symmetrical,
massively powerful and muscular body with great broad shoulders and
deep wide muscular chest tapering down to a slim and muscular waist.
His latissmus dorsi muscles flared like a cobra's hood.  Robin's eyes
were round like saucers.

I took Robin up to my room.  We stood and hugged.  Robin was grateful
to have my arms around him.

Robin: << Do you think I'm ready to become a superman? >>

<< If you feel ready, you are ready.  My mates and I will teach you
all that you want and need to know.  With telepathy it is really easy
to gain knowledge, especially once you are a superman.  You don't have
to know heaps when you go to see God.  You just have to have the right
stuff and I know you have it. >>

<< Can you back out after you have made your pledge? >>

<< Yes.  You'd be weak to do that and also it would mean that God
would take your superpowers away from you and you would go back to
being a normal.  Nobody has ever done that.  Life is just too good as
a superman to give it up. >>

<< Being a superman would be a hell of a lot better than being a
street kid chucked out of home and robbing people to make a living. >>

<< It sure would. >>

<< You are my family now.  And your friends are really wonderful.  It
would be fantastic to be like them. >>

Robin leant against me thinking hard.  His mind was buzzing.  Finally
he made a decision.

<< OK, Wombat, let's do it.  Take me to God.  I'm ready. >>

We both stripped naked.  I held Robin in my arms and jumped up into
the higher dimensions.  The walls of the rooms dissolved around us
into a formless grey with sparkles shooting through.  It seemed to be
moving like windblown fog.  The grey lightened into a brilliant white.

Robin wrapped his arms around my chest and held onto me tightly but he
watched the changes with fascination.  I could feel his heart beating
hard against my chest.

We arrived in Heaven in amongst the billions of spirit beings who
dwell there, the souls of the departed and the angels, archangels and
elder gods.  Overall ruled the Lord God Almighty.  Robin eagerly
pledged to serve Him forever and in return received the benefice of
supernatural powers.  A lot happened but I won't go into details here.
However the result was that Robin was transformed into a magnificent
superman.  He chose to have a body like mine, six feet one inch (185
cm) and 300 pounds (135 kg) of huge solid hard ripped powerful
muscles.  His face was very slightly altered to make him look even
more beautiful.  The slight asymmetry was ironed out.  He also found
out that he could transform himself into any shape he chose.  If he
wanted a different body, he could easily change it to whatever he
wanted.  However, he was in raptures in the magnificently muscular
body he had now.

We returned to my room.  I stood back and admired Robin.  He was
recognisable as the same person but now he had a truly magnificent
body.  He was a brown haired, grey eyed, gorgeously handsome, muscular
superman.  I looked him in admiration.  He had really turned out well.

I made a full-length standard mirror float over to him so he could see
himself.  He stood in front of it looking at his new body with rapt
wonder.  He ran through a couple of poses making his muscles bulge
hugely.  I came up behind him and put my arms around him.  I delighted
in the feel of his huge hard muscles.  He twisted around and kissed me
hard on the lips.  He wanted to celebrate his transfiguration.

Robin: << I feel so awesome and so hot.  This is tremendous.  Wombat,
you are just so wonderful. >>

<< So are you, mate. >>

<< It's just so fantastic to have such huge muscles.  I'm just as big
as you and that's how I like it. >>

<< Let's fuck. >>

I turned on a force field around my body that made it look slick,
shiny and slippery as if I was covered in oil or soapy water.  I
showed Robin how to do it and he did the same thing.  We held each
other tight and rubbed our big muscular bodies together revelling in
the feel of our big muscles slipping and sliding over one another.  We
floated over towards the big double bed writhing and kissing in mid-
air.

Robin lay back on the bed and looked up at me, his eyes desperate with
lust.

"Fuck me, Wombat, please fuck me", he moaned.

I slid down his body and wrapped my lips around the head of his huge
stiff hard penis.  I sucked it gently and he bucked his hips.  I ran
my tongue down his shaft and mouthed his large balls one by one.  With
pleasure I licked his whole shaft.  He moaned and groaned with sheer
joy especially when I concentrated my tongue at the top of his shaft
just below the piss slit.  I put my mouth over his cock head once
again and went down on his shaft, taking his whole penis into my
mouth.  My mouth went up and down on him a couple of times and he
erupted with passionate joy.  His savoury semen flooded into my mouth
and I swallowed it with relish.  He was a superman now and he could
come as many times as he liked.  While he writhed with orgasmic joy, I
rubbed my hand over the hard ridges of muscle on his belly and stroked
his thick hard muscular thighs.

Afterwards, I sucked him dry then licked down the length of his shaft
past his balls until I reached his exposed arsehole.  His cock was
still as stiff as a ramrod.  So was mine, but I'm patient.  Delicately
I ran the tip of my tongue around the rim of his anus.  He groaned
with delight.  He was a superman and his arsehole was clean and
smelled of manly musk.  I delighted in the musky odour of his balls
filling my nostrils.  He writhed with delight as I licked the ridged
pucker of his arsehole.  My tongue put a little more pressure on the
anal opening and his anus opening willing.  My tongue slipped inside
into his anal canal and pushed further inside, pushing his anal
sphincters open wider.  He was beside himself with sheer joy.

Once his anus was sufficiently relaxed, I withdrew my tongue and sat
up.  I poked the head of my big fat cock against his anal opening and
pushed.  My cock slid into his arsehole easily.  He watched with
fascination as my cock slid its full length into his body.  I started
thrusting into his arsehole joyfully with long sweeping strokes that
drove him wild.

I lay down on top of his big strong heavily muscled body and fucked
him with all the vigour I could muster.  We both held each other
tightly.  He wrapped his legs and arms around my body as I fucked him
deeply.  He howled with sheer rapture as I thrust into him.  Our
orgasms exploded simultaneously within us and our bodies felt filled
with liquid fire.  Our telepathically linked minds merged together in
a firestorm of passionate love.  It was ecstasy to pump my semen deep
into his powerfully muscled torso and to feel his utmost joy at having
my huge fat pulsating penis imbedded deep within him.

Our interconnected orgasms went on and on for the rest of the
afternoon.  Robin was sheer joy.

We stayed another couple of days at 'Bethany'.  Robin revelled in his
newly acquired supermanhood.  He learnt quickly the essential skills
of being a superman from me as well as the other people in the house.

Afterwards we flew up to the Mount Remarkable Community, which is near
Melrose in the Flinders Ranges north of Adelaide.  It is the largest
community of the Order, or the People of the Way as we call ourselves
publicly.  There are a couple of thousand of us living there but the
population varies widely as people come and go.

Robin grew into a lovely superman.  He had many friends and lovers but
he always has loved me as his teacher.

His mother wrote to him from Burkina Faso and invited him to spend
Christmas with her and her second husband in Ouagadougou, the capital
of Burkina Faso.  Robin decided to spend Christmas with us at Mount
Remarkable because we were his family in his eyes and it was
preferable to the fractured family he had left behind.

However, he decided to spend some time with his mother and her husband
after the New Year celebration.  Guy donated the money for the airfare
and in January Robin took a series of airline flights to Ouagadougou
pretending he was a normal human being.  After all, we had to keep our
superpowers secret.

His mother and her husband were delighted to see him and were filled
with admiration at what a fine young man he had grown into.  They
worked with a Christian charity looking after homeless children and
young people.  About half the population of the country are Muslim.

Robin with his characteristic superhuman energy and charm organised
some of the older boys into clubs for playing Australian Rules
Football.  He attracted the intense admiration of some of the boys.
These boys he transformed into supermen and the movement snowballed
rapidly.  There were problems with street gangs in Ouagadougou.
However, Robin and his comrades persuaded the gang members to join
them.  They all had tremendous fun fucking all these black guys and
turning them into supermen.  These days there is a growing community
of superhumans in Burkina Faso that is also spreading to other
countries in West Africa.

Robin's visa expired and he returned to South Australia.  When he left
Ouagadougou, many people turned out to farewell him.

A number of supermen and superwomen jump over here to Australia from
all over the world to participate in the activities here but we don't
tell the Australian immigration authorities that.  It's all a lovely
big wonderful secret now but we will be coming out some day.


The End.