Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2004 15:45:53 +1000 (EST)
From: "[iso-8859-1] Wombat" <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel' {Wombat} ( MM, SciFi, Anal, Size,
     Biker ) [ 3 ! 50 ]

Any constructive comments are appreciated.
I'm at "bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au".

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The Old Valley Road Hotel.

By Wombat.
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Part 3 - The Bike Ride.
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Finally, after what seemed centuries, the orgasm wound down and came
to an end.  Derek opened his eyes and was amazed to find that it was
now broad daylight outside.  The globes of the standard lamp were
throwing a feeble yellow glow, overwhelmed by the sunlight that
poured in through the windows into the loft.  The orgasm had lasted
this long?  All night?  He looked down at Hal, who still had his arms
wrapped around Derek.  His eyes were sleepily half-closed.  His penis
was still erect and still right up in Derek's arse.  Derek's cock was
still stiff also and still pushed in through Hal's navel.  Derek
couldn't move.  Hal smiled sleepily.  He looked really sexy.  Derek
kissed him full on the lips.  Hal responded.  He massaged the back of
Derek's neck with his big hands, sending shivers all over Derek's
back.  Derek wriggled happily on Hal's body, feeling the mountain of
muscle beneath him with his whole body.  He held on to Hal's huge
upper arms, enjoying the feel of the thick mass of muscle beneath his
hands.  He thrust his cock into Hal.  Hal responded by thrusting his
penis into Derek.  They thrust happily together and an orgasm came
quickly to both of them.  It was a happy little orgasm, a coda to the
mighty magnum opus that had gone before.  When it finished, they
smiled happily at each other.  Derek felt completely satisfied and
completely happy as he lay in Hal's arms.  Life was wonderful.  And
he knew that he loved this man.  He was falling head over heels in
love with Hal.  The feeling was much greater than with Mark.  The
comparison was like the pallid glow of the light globes in the
standard lamp compared to the sunlight streaming in around it.  His
feeling for Hal was much greater and more joyful.

After a while Derek lifted his head and looked at the digital alarm
clock on the bed-head.  It showed 10:24 a.m.  Derek's eyes widened in
disbelief.  Things were happening that just did not make sense.  Just
in the past day, there seemed to have been an adjustment to reality.

"Hal," he said.  "That huge orgasm we had last night lasted all
night!  It must have gone on for twelve hours."

Hal looked at Derek with those deliciously sexy brown eyes and
grinned.

"Yeah!  It was pretty fantastic, wasn't it."

"But twelve hour orgasms?  That's impossible!" exclaimed Derek.

"You, my lovely hunk, and I have just proved that it is indeed
possible."

"But twelve hour orgasms aren't supposed to happen."

"Says who?"

"But I couldn't have lasted through an orgasm for twelve hours.  I
would have shagged myself out long ago.  I would have squirted myself
inside out!  How could've I lasted all that long, for twelve hours?"

"Because you are a hunk full of spunk."

Derek sensed that Hal was just playing with him.  He looked down at
Hal who was grinning merrily back up at him.  Derek shook his head
bemused.  He realised that he wasn't going to get a sensible answer
out of Hal.

Another thought came to Derek.

"Do you want something to eat?" he asked.

"No, thanks.  I'm quite satisfied."

"It's funny.  I'm not hungry either.  I haven't eaten since yesterday
morning and I must have used up a lot of energy having sex with you."

"Yes, you certainly have."

"Gee.  I must have lost a ton of weight."  Derek was worried.

Hal ran his hands over Derek's body, feeling his muscles.  As he ran
his hands over Derek's back, Derek arched back in pleasure.

"No, mate," said Hal.  "You have not lost any weight.  In fact I
reckon you've put on quite a bit of muscle, about 20 kilograms
worth."

"Bullshit!  How do you know?"

Hal grinned.  "I can feel it.  And you feel heavier."

"Feel it?  How?"

"If you don't believe me, go and check it out.  Don't worry, I won't
be offended.  First, have a look at yourself in the mirror, then go
and jump on the scales."  Hal grinned cheerfully.

Derek lifted himself up off Hal's mighty body, extracting his now
floppy cock from Hal's navel.  Hal's flaccid penis fell out of
Derek's arsehole with a plop.  Derek got up and looked at it.

"There's no shit on it," he said.

"No, indeed.  You are absolutely right."  Hal inspected his penis.

"How come there's no shit on it?  And there was no shit on it
yesterday, either.  I didn't wash myself out.  There should be shit
on your dick by now."

"Are you saying you're full of shit?"

Derek felt confused.  Hal was enjoying himself.

"No," he said.  "But I wonder where all the shit has gone?"

"Somewhere else."

"Where?"

"Go and have a look at yourself in the mirror."

Derek went over to the jarrah mirror and looked at his reflection.
He certainly did not look gaunt at all.  In fact he really did look
bigger.  His shoulders were noticeably a bit wider by several inches.
All over his body his muscles stood out more and were better defined.
His arms were significantly bigger.  He flexed his biceps in a double
biceps pose and was surprised by the significantly bigger bulge of
the muscles.  His big thick biceps had grown bigger than tennis
balls.  His pectoral muscles had become a lot bigger and thicker.
His thighs had gained a lot more muscle on them.  His waist looked as
slim as it was before.  His abdominal muscles were a lot more
prominent.  Instead of a six-pack, they formed an eight-pack of
rippling muscle.

"Verrrry nice," purred Hal on the bed behind him.  "You look
seriously hunky."

Derek looked at the reflection.  Hal was happily, openly admiring
him.  Derek felt marvellous.  His body was much bigger than he had
ever dreamed was possible.  It was beautiful.  His cock stiffened
into another erection.  It was huge.  In fact it looked bigger that
the 8" length it was the previous night.  It was much bigger than its
original six and a quarter inch length.

"I'd better go and find the scales," said Derek.

"Not yet" said Hal getting up off the bed.  "Let's just have a feel
of you, you gorgeous, seriously hunky guy."

He came up behind Derek and put his great big muscular arms around
him in front of the mirror.  He ran his hands all over Derek's front,
feeling his now well-muscled torso and running his hands over his
muscular abdomen.  Derek lapped up all the attention.  He really
enjoyed the feel of Hal's hands rubbing over him and the feel of
Hal's huge powerful body rubbing against his back.  His cock was
really stiff and hard.  It appeared about 10" long and it was still
fat.  The sight in the mirror of the two naked and muscular men, one
feeling up the other, was a real turn-on.  Hal grasped Derek's stiff
cock and started rubbing it.  His own huge cock was fully erect and
hard again and, slick with precum, had found its way in between
Derek's muscular thighs.  Derek really liked the feel of that big
penis rubbing along his perineum and between his legs.  Suddenly
Derek's groin and balls contracted in a pulsing spasm and great gobs
of semen boiled up along his cock and spurted out all over the floor.
His body stiffened all over, then bucked and heaved with the strength
of the orgasm.  Hal held him tightly with one hand grasping firmly
Derek's ejaculating cock and his penis was still held between Derek's
thighs.  The orgasm was intensified for Derek by the sight in the
mirror of him with all that semen squirting out and his newly
powerful hunky body being held in Hal's arms with bulging muscles.
The muscle hunk was being held by the muscle god.

Hal held him tight until the orgasm gradually subsided.  With a groan
Derek sagged in Hal's arms.  He smiled up at Hal.

"This is wonderful," he said.  "Thank you so much, for everything."

Hal laughed, picked him up and carried him over to the bed.  He lay
down with Derek lying face up on top of him.  Derek loved the feel of
the powerful muscles of Hal's front against his back.  He looked at
himself in the big mirror at the foot of the bed.  His cock was still
fully erect.  Hal raised Derek's thighs up and pushed his huge cock
slowly into Derek's arsehole.  As he humped and thrust and pushed his
penis all the way in past Derek's sphincter and prostate, Derek
wriggled in pleasure and straightened himself out on top of Hal as
Hal held him by the waist.  His cock stood straight up.  Hal finally
pushed his penis all the way in.  Derek felt marvellous.  In the
mirror he could see himself, this muscle hunk being fucked vigorously
by the huge muscle god with the enormous penis, working it visibly in
and out of his anus.  His anus, groin and internal organs were being
stretched out of recognition as they were being worked vigorously by
Hal's huge penis.  His heart pounded.  Hal grabbed Derek's cock and
started rubbing it with those marvellous soft and slippery hands of
his.  Derek's orgasm came like a shotgun blast.  Something exploded
in Derek's overfull groin and his spunk squirted from his hard stiff
cock in a thick stream of white gobs all over his front.  Hal held
Derek's cock in a firm grip as he continued his enthusiastic humping
and thrusting.  His own orgasm came with a roar shortly after.  The
squirts of semen shooting up into Derek's body spurred him on to
greater heights.  His whole body tingled as sperm seemed to flood
into every corner and crevice and fill it with a savage joy.

Finally the orgasms wound down to the end.  Derek lay on top of Hal
quiet and happy.  Hal cheerfully rubbed all the semen squirted out by
Derek all over Derek's torso until it was slick and shiny all over.
Then he kissed Derek on the neck.  Derek was too spent at the moment
to raise another stiffy.  They lay quietly a while until Hal's
erection subsided.  Derek's energy returned.

"Do you want to find out how much weight you've lost or gained?"
asked Hal.

"Yeah.  O.K."

Derek got up off the bed to look for the scales.  He hunted around
through mess on the floor of the loft but couldn't find them
anywhere.

"Try looking in the cardboard box next to the table," suggested Hal
helpfully.

Derek did so and found them under a pile of clothes.

"How did you know they were there?" he asked.

"X-ray vision."

"What?"

Derek looked at Hal, the great big bronze muscle god sitting on the
bed and gleaming in the sunlight as if he really were made of bronze.
He shrugged, brought the scales over to the bed and stood on them.

He was surprised.

"I weigh 103 kilos now!  I've put on 20 kilos!  That 44 pounds!  I
weigh 227 pounds now!  Shit!  That's amazing!  You're absolutely
right!"

Hal got up, came over and inspected the dial.

Derek looked at Hal in wonderment.  He did not understand what was
going on but he decided to stick with Hal anyway.  He marvelled that
he now weighed more that he had ever weighed in his life and he had
more muscles than ever before.  Here he was, weighing 103 kilograms.
That's 227 pounds or 16 stone 3 pounds.  He was now quite a hunk.  He
wished he was a bit taller, like 6 feet, but his body looked really
nice and muscular now.  And somehow, his body did actually look a bit
taller.

"Want to see how much I weigh?" asked Hal.

"Yeah!  Sure!"  enthused Derek.

He stepped back off the scales and tripped over a barbell weight
lying on the floor under some old newspapers.  By the time he had
recovered himself, Hal was already standing on the scales.

Derek went, stood in front of Hal and looked at the dial of the
scales.

"What!  Only 20 kilos!" exclaimed Derek in surprise.  "You can't
possibly be that light!"

"They call me Fairy Lightfoot," chuckled Hal.  "O.K. then, lift me
up."

Derek put his hands under Hal's bulbous buttocks and lifted.  He
quickly realised that Hal weighed considerably more than 20
kilograms.  In his surprise, he dropped Hal back down on the scales.

He looked down at the dial, realising what had happened.  The maximum
weight shown on the dial was 150 kilograms.  When Hal had stepped on,
the dial had reached the 150-kilo mark and just kept on going.  The
scale was on its second time around.  That meant that Hal weighed 150
plus 20 kilos.  170 kilograms!  375 pounds!  Derek had wondered
before what would happen if a really heavy person stepped on those
scales.  Well, now he knew.

"170 kilos!" exclaimed Derek, looking up at Hal in awe.  "You are one
big man!  375 pounds of solid hard muscle!  Wow!"

Hal grinned and said, "All right now, lift me up again.  You lifted
me once, so you can do it again."

"What?  Me?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes.  You.  You did it before, so do it again."

Derek obeyed, put his hands under the huge muscleman's buttocks and
lifted with all his strength.  Hal came up clear off the scales, much
to Derek's surprise.

"OK, carry me around the room," said Hal.

Derek did so, carrying the big man around.  He was surprised that he
could do it.  Hal didn't seem quite so heavy after all.

"Ha!  Mate, you don't realise your own strength.  You are really
quite really quite strong, you know.  You don't seem to realise how
strong!  Yeah, mate.  You're one solid hunk of muscle.  I'm carried
away!"

Derek was dizzy with disbelief.  Never in his wildest dreams did he
ever imagine that he'd be able to lift such a weight.  He revelled in
his newfound strength.

At Hal's request, Derek put him down.

"Now I want you to carry me on your shoulders."

"What!  Me!"

"Yes!  You!  I want you to prove something.  Go on now.  Do it!"

Derek obeyed.  He squatted down and placed his head between Hal's
massive legs as Hal leant back onto Derek's shoulders.

"Now lift!"

Derek strained with all his strength and stood up with the huge man
on his shoulders.  He staggered under all the extra weight but
quickly regained his balance.  He stood up straight, quite taken
aback with his considerable newfound strength.  Hal ran his hand
through Derek's hair affectionately.

"Did you ever play cock-fights when you were a kid?" asked Hal.  "I
mean the clean kind, the kids' game."

Derek shook his head.

Hal got Derek to take him at a trot around the loft.

"Ride 'em cowboy.  Yahoo!" he yelled as Derek trotted around the
loft.  "You are my strong sturdy mountain pony and I like to ride
you.  You are my wild strong brumby."

"Brumby?" asked Derek.

"You call yourself an Australian and you don't know what a brumby is?
It's a wild horse.  The Americans call them mustangs."

"Oh!"

"Ride 'em cowboy!  My wild and lusty mustang!"

Derek continued trotting until he started to run out of breath.  He
managed to put Hal's bulk gently down in front of the mirror.

"I must say I'm impressed with your fitness.  And you are distinctly
chunky.  You are one strong fit hunk of muscle.  Few men could have
carried me around like you just have.  You're really strong.  I guess
you don't know just how strong you are."

Derek stood in front of the mirror, his powerful chest heaving with
his panting and glowed.  As his arms hung down at his sides, they
were pushed out wide a little by the bulk of the latissmus dorsi
muscles under his shoulders.  He couldn't help but be impressed.

"Let's measure up the new you and see how big you are," said Hal.

He spotted the measuring tape on the table, picked it up and
commenced measuring up Derek's body and running his hands over it

"Chest first.  OK, puff it out, right out.  49"!  Not bad at all, a
49" chest you've got now.  Waist - 28" still.  Nice!  Biceps - 19".
Excellent!  Thighs - 25".  Very nice."

Derek stood there grinning, enjoying the process of being measured
and felt all over by Hal.  It all seemed like a dream.  And he had
this wonderful body.  His cock stiffened quickly until it stood out
stiff and hard in front of him.  Hal looked at it with a grin then
measured that too.

"I do declare it has grown!"  He laughed.  "It's now 10" long and 7"
around.  It's still nice and fat.  You've got a whopper of a dick now
mate!  A nice big fat whopper!"

Derek could not believe it.  He felt in a dream but it was a
wonderful dream.

Hal suggested he measure Derek's height.

"You do look a bit taller" he commented.

Derek stood against a wall while Hal grabbed the tissue box and a
pencil and marked his height on the wall.  Together they measured it.
Derek looked at it in disbelief.

"I'm 180.5 centimetres.  That's 5'11".  I've grown an inch" he
exclaimed in wonder.  "Whatever you've done to me, I like it!"

Hal grinned.

"Would you like to measure me up?" he asked cheerfully.

Derek nodded.  Hal handed him the tape and stood in front him
relaxed, easy, with his mighty vein covered arms hanging wide at his
sides.  Hal was truly huge.  His massive tapering bull neck supported
a fine and noble broad-browed head that reminded Derek of a picture
of a strong, muscular and strikingly handsome Jesus he saw pinned up
outside a Lutheran church somewhere one day.  His long hair cascaded
down to his shoulders but the fringe was plastered to his forehead.
His relaxed biceps were the size of footballs.  His shoulders were
nearly a yard wide they were so big.  The twin slabs of pectoral
muscles jutted out six or seven inches from his massive chest and
they were separated by a deep groove in the centre.  His waist
appeared quite narrow in comparison to that mighty chest but it was
not wasp-like, just solid.  His giant circumcised cock hung down like
a large German sausage between two veiny thighs the thickness of
tree-trunks.  Derek noticed that the shiny smooth skin was flawless.
There was not a mark on it.  There was not a mole or pimple or scar
or any blemish to be seen.

After being lost in the admiration of the muscle god before him,
Derek set to with the measuring tape.  The results were impressive.
Chest 66"; biceps 26"; waist 36", neck 21"; thighs 36".  His height
was 6'3".

Derek stood open mouthed in awe.  Hal grinned and ran his hand
through Derek's hair.  He pulled Derek close to him and held him
tight.  After a minute or so, he bent down and kissed Derek on the
lips, holding him tightly.  Derek's erect cock was squeezed tightly
upright between the two muscular bodies.  They kissed for a while
until Hal stopped the kiss.  He looked down at Derek and held Derek's
chin in his hand.  His eyes held Derek's mesmerically.

After a few minutes, he said:  "Derek, I love you.  I love you very
much."

This took Derek by surprise.  Of all his lovers, none had said this
to him.  But then, none had been remotely like Hal.  This was
something special and miraculous.  He looked up at Hal in dumb
adoration.

He finally recovered his tongue.  "Hal, I love you, too.  I love you
so much.  Thank you.  I want to be with you forever."

He jumped up and kissed Hal full on the lips.  Hal caught him and
held him tightly up off the ground as they kissed with quickly
growing fervour.  Derek's cock was stiff and hard and he was humping
Hal's belly as their passion grew.  Hal held him tightly in a bear
hug as the kiss continued.

Hal carried Derek over to the bed and lay him down on his back.  Both
their penises were fully erect by now and they were both panting in
passion.  Hal knelt between Derek's thighs, applied his giant cock
head to the pucker of Derek's arsehole and started pushing his great
big penis into his arse.  Derek wrapped his arms around Hal's neck
and his legs around Hal's waist as Hal grunted and pushed his penis
all the way in up to the hilt.  Derek thrilled to feel Hal's massive
body between his thighs as Hal lay on top of him humping and grinding
his penis deep into him.  His own cock fitted in snugly in between
the thick ridges of Hal's abdominal muscles and it slid back and
forth easily as Hal fucked him vigorously.  Derek had no difficulty
supporting the great weight of the muscleman on top of him as they
coupled in a frenzy.  The mass of muscle writhing and humping on top
of Derek and driving his penis deeply into him as he held his lover
tightly with his arms around him drove him quickly to an orgasm.
Derek let out a yell and a series of groans as his body shuddered in
spasms of ecstasy.  Hal came quickly after and with a roar shot great
loads of hot spunk deep into Derek's bowel.  It felt like gobs of
molten steel charged with electricity were being squirted into his
body.  Derek's muscular body felt like a furnace inside with this
great rod charging him up all over.  He arched his back in the
intensity of his orgasm, lifting Hal up into the air.

Finally, their orgasms died down.  Hal lay stretched out on top of
Derek with a big smile.  He was happy and relaxed.  Derek was
supporting his full weight.  He wrapped his arms around Hal's neck
and kissed him fervently.

"Oh, Hal, I love you.  I love you so much" he sighed with feeling.

"Mate, I love you too.  I love you very much.  You are beautiful, my
strong young muscle-hunk."

Playfully, Hal ran his hands over Derek's shoulders and arms, feeling
the muscles.

"You really are a beautiful strong hunk of muscle, Derek.  I love you
heaps."

"You only love me for my body," joked Derek.

"I love you for your body, your mind and your spirit as well.  I love
all of you," replied Hal and kissed him.

After a while, Hal said, "You know something?  I've left my bike out
the back of this place all night.  Do you mind if I put it in your
garage downstairs?  I don't like leaving it out in the open because
of the likelihood of bird shit getting on it and the seat getting
sun-damaged."

"No worries.  That's fine."

They separated reluctantly.  Derek put on his black calf length work
boots.  Hal put on his boots and retrieved his keys from his jeans.
Otherwise naked, they went down stairs, out the back through the open
sliding doors and walked over to Hal's motor bike.  It was a
magnificent machine, a Harley-Davidson all black and chrome.  It
stood out in the sun gleaming and on the pillion seat was still
strapped Hal's sausage bag left from the previous morning.  Hal
informed Derek that his bike was a '57 Flathead.  That meant nothing
to Derek but he was impressed.  It was an old machine, over 40 years
old and kept in mint condition.  No wonder Hal wanted it under cover.
The two men stood naked except for their boots in the sunshine around
the bike as Derek admired it.  The warmth of the sun felt good on
their skins.

"Tell me about your previous lover, Derek" said Hal out of the blue.

Derek sighed.  It was a beautiful warm day outside with the sun
streaming down out of a cloudless blue sky.  It was a typical spring
day.  The eucalyptus trees that surrounded the buildings were in
flower and the air was heavy with their scent.  The buzz of the bees
and the drone of the cicadas made the air seem heavier and sleepier.

Derek sighed again as he saw Hal waiting patiently.  He did not want
to spoil the mood of the day but the recollection of Mark was like a
cloud coming in.  Hal smiled.  His eyes were full of love.

Derek took a deep breath and exhaled gustily.  He told Hal everything
about Mark, about how he had picked Mark up at the party, the wild
passionate sex, the death of the relationship, how Mark told him he
was HIV positive and how used Derek had felt.

Hal was very understanding and supportive.

"Well, mate, at least you know now you yourself are HIV negative," he
said cheerfully.  "It's a bummer about Mark.  It sounds you had a
rotten time of it towards the end."

Derek sighed.  He felt silly as his eyes filled with tears.  Hal
wrapped his huge arms around him in a bear hug.  Derek buried his
head in Hal's great hairy chest and cried.  The tears lasted just a
short while.  Derek looked up at Hal and smiled through his tears.
Gently Hal licked the tears from Derek's face.  They kissed tenderly.
Very soon Derek felt as happy as a songbird.  Somehow he knew that an
irksome burden had been lifted from him.  There was now no pain
associated with the recollection of Mark.

He grinned happily up at Hal who smiled back fondly.  They separated
and Hal went over to his bike to wheel it inside.

Suddenly the thought occurred to Derek that Scott Reeves might turn
up.  What if he should turn up now while Derek and his big muscular
friend were standing naked out the back in the open?  What would he
think?  He looked around worried, half expecting to hear the rumble
of the V8 motor of Scott's utility any moment.

"Are you expecting someone?" asked Hal, looking at Derek quizzically.
Derek realised Hal didn't miss a thing.

"Yeah, that young kid Scottie Reeves.  He hasn't been around for a
few weeks now.  It'd be just my luck if he turned up now and caught
us standing around outside stark naked."

"Do you reckon we'd hear him coming?"

Derek nodded.

"Well, then.  No worries!  Plenty of time to race inside and get some
clothes on!  Don't worry about it, mate.  Is he a regular visitor?

"I guess so."

"Perhaps you'd better tell me about him too."  Hal leant back on his
bike and waited with a steady gaze.  His skin and hair shone in the
sun.  It looked to Derek that there was a golden aura around him.

Derek took the plunge and started telling Hal.

He said, "Scottie Reeves is a really gorgeous young hunk of a kid."

He went on to tell Hal all about him.

Scott was only 17 years old but he was big and strong for his age.
He was a good-looking young man with curly jet-black hair falling
over his forehead and bright blue eyes.  He was powerfully built with
broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips.  He had been the biggest
player in the local high school rugby team until he got banned for
two years for grabbing some other kid around the neck during a rugby
match and putting him in hospital.  Not long afterwards, he was
expelled from the local high school for punching Cynthia McBride in
the face and giving her a black eye because she teased him horribly
about how he couldn't get his cock up when he tried to have sex with
her hot blonde friend Jayne Molesworth.  Jayne had humiliated Scott
utterly and took great pleasure in telling all her friends including
her best friend Cynthia.  Scott had beaten up several other kids
around the town.  He had started to acquire a reputation around the
town for being trouble.

Derek told Hal it really wasn't fair.  This gorgeous beautiful young
man who looked as though he could easily fill the role of Superman in
a movie was hanging around his place.  However, Derek didn't dare
make any sort of move in his direction because of the possibility
that he, Derek was carrying HIV, even though frequently he ached with
lust for Scott.  And poor Scottie did not have a girl friend.  All
hell would break loose in the town if Derek gave Scott AIDS.  Scott
was the third son of the local plumber, Max Reeves and one of seven
children.  Max was a big bull of a man who was well respected in the
town and the local communities in the surrounding area.  He had a lot
of friends.  His two eldest sons who were numbers one and two in the
family, both strong and powerful young men, had joined their father
in the business, which was thriving.  Scott was number five in the
family with two sisters either side of him in the birth order.  His
father had made it clear to Scott that there was no room in the
business for him as well as his brothers.  Scott worked only as a
casual labourer for his father and brothers.  Digging ditches,
digging up blocked drains and bending pipes kept his muscles big and
strong.

Scott often used to come around and to use Derek's bodybuilding
equipment.  He proudly told Derek one day that he was 6'2" tall and
weighed in at 15 stone 10 lb, or 220 pounds or 100 kilograms and that
his biceps were 18".  If Derek watched the big powerful lad on the
equipment working out stripped to his waist and wearing only shorts,
he would get a really hard erection.  So Derek busied himself doing
other things like creating junk sculptures downstairs in the garage
when Scott was working out.  It got to the stage that Derek dreaded
hearing the rumble of the V8 motor of Scott's Ford Falcon utility.
It was bright orange with black go-faster stripes and was one of
those curvy creations built in 1973.  Despite its age, it was still
in excellent condition.

Mark had made friends with Scottie easily.  He took a real shine to
Scott's ute too.  One day when he and Scott were out driving
together, Mark persuaded Scott to let him drive.  One thing lead to
another and Mark ended up doing burnouts on a road at the edge of the
town.  Scott's bright orange old utility was highly distinctive;
everybody knew it was his.  One of the people living in a nearby
house phoned Scott's father and complained vigorously.  Max Reeves
had flown into a rage and grounded his son for three months.  Scott
did not dare admit to his father that he had let Mark drive, so he
told Derek.  The sentence must have recently expired as Scott started
hanging around again after Mark left.  He had been to see Derek
several times in the past two months.

"It really wasn't fair!  He is absolutely beautiful.  He looks like
Superman and I can't touch him!"  Derek finished off his monologue
with a cry of despair.

"Well, mate, now that you know you are not going to give him AIDS,
you can go and give him a good screwing," Hal laughed easily.  "It
sounds like he likes you.  Particularly now that you've got that nice
big penis."

"I can't.  He's only 17.  There'd be a hell of a rumpus if anyone
found out and I'd probably go to prison.  Besides, I've got you.  I
don't need anyone else."

Hal laughed and put his arm around Derek affectionately.  Derek felt
relieved of his worry that Hal was sitting in judgement on him.
Unbelievably, he was actually suggesting that Derek have sex with
Scott.

Derek continued.  "Anyway, I like to have a man up my arse.  I used
to really lust after Scottie."

Hal grinned.  "I'll bet you anything you like that Scottie's never
fucked another male in his life.  It's going to be pretty
uncomfortable even for you until he gets the hang of the technique,
which could be a while.  In my view, it's much better for a man to be
fucked first by a caring partner before he fucks other men.  Then he
knows what it's like and is likely to be more considerate of his
partner.  I know it doesn't always happen like that but it is the
best way."

"But what about you?" asked Derek.  "Wouldn't you mind if I had it
off with Scottie?"

Hal shook his head and laughed.  "Nah.  If you did, knowing me, I'd
probably jump in and make it a threesome.  I don't mind.  Really, I
don't mind.  I'm a big enough man not to get jealous.  Anyway, do you
want to go for a ride with me on my bike now?"

Derek stared.  "What?  Now?  In the nude?" he asked astonished.

"Why not?  You said there's hardly any traffic on Valley Road.  I
thought we'd go for a quick burn up to the main road intersection up
the top.  Anyway, if anyone does see us, they won't believe their
eyes.  By the time they've realised we've got no clothes on, if they
do, we'll be out of sight."

"Man, you're out of sight!" said Derek with feeling.

Hal laughed, pulled on his black leather riding gloves, sat astride
his bike and kick started it.  The big V-twin fired up immediately
and settled quickly into an idle with the sound of low thunder.
Derek picked up Hal's sausage bag and put it in the garage.  When he
came out again, Hal was still sitting there on the idling bike.  He
looked magnificent, naked except for his knee length black leather
bike boots and elbow length gloves with his long hair flowing down
his back.

"Are you game?" asked Hal looking back at Derek with a big wide grin.

A little hesitantly, Derek climbed onto the bike behind Hal and put
his arms around Hal's waist.  Hal gunned the motor bike and
accelerated away between the garage and the hotel onto the bitumen of
Valley Road.  The bike roared up Valley Road away from Derek's home.
Derek felt concerned that he had no clothes and no helmet on, just
his boots, but he quickly banished that concern and made the decision
to enjoy himself with Hal.  It was a real thrill to go speeding along
on the bike with his arms wrapped around Hal's thickly muscled torso.
Hal's massive body protected him from the wind.  By resting his chin
on the muscles of Hal's shoulder, he could see the road ahead.

Tall gum trees, eucalypts, crowded in on the twisting road.  In some
places their branches met overhead, giving the effect of a dark
tunnel.  In others, sunbeams from the afternoon sun shone down
through the trees and dappled the road.  In Hal's expert hands, the
bike sped around the corners as if it were on rails.  Derek clung
tightly onto Hal's body, moving his own body in unison with Hal's.
Derek found it exhilarating with the wind in his face on the bike
speeding up the road.  His cock had stiffened quickly into a hard
erection and was now sandwiched tightly between his belly and Hal's
back.

All too soon they reached the main road intersection 18 kilometres
away up the top.  No other traffic was visible.  Hal executed a wide
sweeping U-turn and the bike returned down Valley Road speeding
through the gum trees.  The heady smell of the eucalyptus oil coming
from the trees in flower hung heavily in the still warm air of the
afternoon and stimulated Derek's nostrils.  Derek felt as though he
was in heaven.  He was on a real high.  With delight he ran his hands
over the ridges of muscle on Hal's belly.  He continued down and
stroked Hal's penis, which stiffened quickly into a huge erection.
Derek kept on stroking it, happily feeling the silky smooth skin
stretched tight over the steel hard rod and lazily wondering what
would happen if Hal came as they were riding along on the speeding
bike.

Derek continued until Hal grunted and said with the merest trace of
annoyance: "If I'm going to come, I'm going to have to stop the
bike."

Derek removed his hands from Hal's penis quickly but started rubbing
Hal's belly instead as the bike sped along through the trees.  Every
now and then he would touch Hal's penis, feeling its steely hardness.
A small part of him marvelled at Hal's iron willed concentration.
His whole being thrilled in exhilaration.  He was surrounded by
awesome power,

There were bursts of colour as a flock of lorikeets flew across the
road in front of them between the trees.  They were beautiful, highly
coloured birds.  Hal slowed as the bike came up to a tight hairpin
bend.  They rounded the corner with the bike heeled over into it.  As
they passed the apex they saw an oncoming car.  Derek peered over
Hal's shoulder and caught a quick glimpse of a white Ford Falcon
sedan about six or seven years old.  The woman in the front passenger
seat was peering crossly down into something on her lap.  Her
handbag?  The man driving was staring fixedly straight ahead.  He did
not appear to react to the bike and its riders.  Derek had a fleeting
impression of unhappiness inside the car.  Were they having an
argument?  As the bike accelerated out of the corner past the car,
Derek caught a glimpse of a wide-eyed face of a boy pressed against
the rear passenger's window.  As the bike sped on to the next corner,
Derek could feel the boy's eyes boring into his back.  Derek could
not resist having another feel of Hal's penis.  Yes, it was still
steely hard and stiff.

All too soon they arrived back at Derek's garage.  The bike left the
road and they rode around the back into the garage through the open
sliding doors.  Hal parked the bike next to Derek's Pajero.  He got
off the bike with a steely glint in his eyes.  He kept his gloves on.
The big muscleman's huge penis was still fully erect.

"Right, my lusty young fellow, there is a ritual we have to perform
now" he said without a trace of a smile.

He grabbed Derek as he was dismounting from the bike.  He placed
Derek back on the pillion seat and positioned his boots on the
passenger's foot pegs.  He bent Derek forward until Derek was lying
pressed down flat along the bike and positioned Derek's hands on the
rider's foot pegs.  Derek could feel the heat radiating from the
engine onto the fronts of his arms.  They were very close to that hot
metal.  The engine was tinking as it cooled down.  Derek's heart was
pounding.  He wondered what Hal was going to do to him.  He felt a
little apprehensive but more he felt full of anticipation.  His cock
was still fully stiff and erect.  It was pressed against the leather
of the bike's seat.  He could feel it throbbing against his muscular
abdomen.  His thighs were bent forward and his arse felt horribly
exposed.

Hal stood behind the bike and placed both hands on Derek's hips
pushing them down.  His leather covered fingers moved around to the
front of Derek's belly and the tips tickled his cock making it
tingle.  Derek was close to orgasm.  He hadn't seen Hal like this
before.  There was something grim about Hal that concerned Derek a
little.  What was the ritual?  He was trembling with anticipation.

"What are you going to do to me?" asked Derek.

Hal said nothing.  For an answer he dealt Derek's bare buttocks two
hard slaps with his hands.

"Ow!  That hurt!" yelled Derek in angry protest.

Hal remained grimly silent and slapped his bottom again hard twice
more.  Derek's buttocks stung.  He bit his lip and decided to remain
silent.  A bit of punishment could be fun.  Hal's huge gloved hands
pressed down on Derek's hips, holding him firmly.  Derek could not
move his arms for fear of burning them on the hot engine.  His heart
was pounding so hard and fast that he thought it might burst.  He was
a bit angry that Hal had slapped his bottom.  He was also full of
anticipation and he was perilously close to an orgasm as well.  All
his muscles were tensed up hard.  His whole body was trembling.  It
was a peculiar feeling.

Hal's gloved hands held Derek tightly.  They moved up to his waist,
still holding it tightly.  Suddenly his fingers dug hard into the
muscles of Derek's waist.  Derek grunted and writhed but Hal held him
tightly.  This was no gentle tickle.  It hurt.  Hal's fingers moved
further around and squeezed hard on Derek's abdominal muscles that
were tensed really hard.  That really hurt!  Derek gasped and grunted
with the sudden pain.  Hal pushed his fingers in harder and the pain
increased in intensity.  Derek grunted again and pain increased again
in intensity until it was a huge hard throbbing ache.

"Ow!  That's hurting me!" said Derek, his voice rising in anger.  He
was tiring of this.  His abdominal muscles ached terribly under Hal's
increasing pressure.  There was no sensual pleasure to be derived
from this at all.  Hal said nothing but continued on.  Derek grunted
angrily with the pain and struggled hard, trying to break loose from
Hal's tremendously powerful grip but to no avail.  Incredibly,
despite the pain, his cock was still as stiff as a ramrod.

Finally, Hal relaxed his vice-like grip on Derek's abdominal muscles
and the pain ceased.  He still held Derek tightly around the waist.
His gloved fingers moved further in beneath Derek's front and arrayed
themselves along Derek's steel hard cock.  Just as Derek was
wondering what further torture Hal was going to inflict upon him, he
felt the fingers press harder against his cock.  Suddenly his cock
tingled as though an electric current was passing through it.  It was
incredibly stimulating and Derek teetered on the edge of an orgasm
but was unable to go any further.  He was still angry.  He wondered
what sort of games this bastard was playing with him.  Then Derek
felt Hal's precum slicked cock head pressing against the pucker of
his anus.  Hal twitched his penis against Derek's anus, tickling it
unbearably.  Hal pushed and Derek's arsehole relaxed a little.  He
had no choice.  Hal's penis pushed in down the anal canal, squeezing
past the prostate.  Hal thrust in hard pushing his penis all the way
up to the hilt into Derek's muscular body.  He ploughed Derek's anus
with that huge penis for he was worth, vigorously thrusting it deep
into Derek's bowels until it came up next to his pounding heart,
stirring up all his internal organs in his abdominal cavity.  They
seemed to be turned into jelly and set on fire at the same time.  The
sensation was so intense that it was perilously close to pain.  Derek
gasped and groaned with each mighty thrust that was now traversing
the entire length of his abdomen.  He felt as though he was going to
be split asunder by the mighty organ of the god Thor himself.  His
cock felt on fire and ready to burst.

Some small part of his consciousness remembered that it was a
tradition amongst some bikers that each moll was broken in by being
fucked on the bike.  That's what Hal, the huge naked muscleman biker,
was doing to him, breaking him in by fucking him on his bike.  When
the realisation hit him, he laughed out loud and the orgasm hit him
like an earthquake.  He arched his back and screamed as hot globs of
semen boiled up out of his groin and pulsed out of his cock all over
the bike seat.  His whole body tensed up into one gigantic muscle
spasm.  Hal gave a few more thrusts and roared as he ejaculated his
sperm deep into Derek's body, making it tingle and sparkle all over
the inside.  Derek's orgasm continued on into status orgasmicus as
Hal kept on pumping his sperm into Derek.  Derek's consciousness
blurred and became meaningless.  The sole reference point in his
universe was that huge penis up his arse pumping electric fire into
him.  His own cock just kept pumping out semen by the bucket load.
His hands grasped the foot pegs in a spastic grip.

Finally, Derek's awareness slowly returned.  He could feel Hal's big
hands gently rubbing his back and his fingers gently massaging his
scalp.  Hal's penis was still up his arse but it was starting to go
soft.  Derek was utterly happy and fulfilled.  He twisted his head
around and looked at Hal who grinned back irrepressibly.  Hal was
happy.  Derek loved that man.  He loved Hal more than anyone or
anything else in the world.  He would willingly walk barefoot over
hot coals of fire for him, he loved him so much.  He couldn't find
the words to express his feelings, so he just grinned stupidly and
happily at Hal.

Hal's penis had gone down so he extracted it slowly from Derek's
arse.  It fell out with a plop.  Derek just lay on the bike in a
state of bliss.  His eyes closed.  He was completely relaxed.  Hal
came around and ran his fingers through Derek's thick crewcut hair.
Derek purred like a cat.  Then Hal kissed him once.  Derek opened his
eyes and realised that the bike's seat was not the most comfortable
place to go to sleep.  His body felt awkward.  He started to get up.

"You right there mate?" asked Hal with a grin.  "Want a hand?"

Derek shook his head, got off the bike and straightened up.  He
stretched and yawned.  Hal smeared the gobs of Derek's semen on the
leather bike seat all over the surface with his hands until it was a
uniform sheen.

"It's a rare privilege for a man to spill his seed on my bike," he
said to Derek.  He grinned at Derek, a wide, open, happy grin.  Derek
stood there in a blissful high.  His body was slick and shiny with
his spunk.

"You are certainly one hot horny he-man," Hal said.

He came around and rubbed Derek's body all over, his pectorals, his
shoulders, his belly, his arms and his thighs.  He held Derek
tightly.  Then he kissed him on the lips.  Derek loved the feel of
Hal's beard against his face.  He put his arms around Hal's neck and
kissed him with a rising passion.  Their penises became stiff and
hard again.  Hal grabbed Derek's bubble butt and held his groin
tightly against his own, grinding them together in the heat of the
rising passion.  Derek could feel Hal's cock head up on his
breastbone between his pectoral muscles.  His own cock was pushed
hard against Hal's cock.  He was getting close to orgasm again.

Hal broke the kiss and stared at Derek breathing heavily.

"Do you want to fuck me?" he asked Derek breathlessly.

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Continued in Part 4.
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