Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2007 03:35:21 -0800 (PST) From: Wombat Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #43' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc Biker ) [ 43 ! ?? ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel. By Wombat. ------------------------- Any constructive comments are appreciated. I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'. ------------------------------------ Chapter 5 part 8. ------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ Part 43: Drop Bear. ------------------------------------ Derek continued. "Rod is a porn actor who is trying to make a career as a photographer. He is fast running out of spunk. His career as a gay porn star is almost finished and he desperately needs to branch out into something else. You told me that. OK, then. He takes those photos of you stark naked with your huge muscles and bloody great big stiff cock big enough to satisfy the most extreme size queen and he sells them to a gay porn magazine. Ramzilla the Great. Thunder Down Under. The biggest and best hung freaky fucking muscle stud in the world. The biggest thing out of Australia ever. It causes a sensation. Then what? What if some busybody do-gooder drops a copy of the gay porn mag on your father's desk at the shire council office?" "Oh no! I hadn't thought of that," groaned Scott. "Yeah. And it could get worse. What if some grandstanding politician decides to go on a crusade against gay porn? Let's say that politician is our new local Federal Liberal Party Member of Parliament, our beloved George McBride. He decides he wants to ban gay porn in this country and he gets a lot of media attention. Like most politicians, he loves the media spotlight. He decides to stick it up your father all around Australia and makes you the pin-up boy for his crusade. I wouldn't put it past him. There are pictures of you naked in the newspapers all over Australia with an obscenely large black rectangle with the word 'CENSORED' on it covering your erect penis. That'll make people choke on their Kellogg's corn flakes. What then?" "Oh God! What am I going to do?" wailed Scott. The prospect appalled him. Derek clasped Scott affectionately around the shoulders. "Well, mate," he said cheerfully. "That's the worst case scenario. The best case scenario is that the suits who run the publishing corporation Rod works for decide that your photos aren't suitable. They decide that really big musclemen would appeal to too small a market segment and your photos get dropped. Not only that, but my mate Hal has a lot of influence in business circles both here and in America. He keeps it quiet but he is a wealthy businessman himself and he has an excellent network. I reckon he could use a bit of influence to stop the photos of you getting published if need be. So don't worry, mate. We'll work something out." Scott heaved a sigh of relief. "The point is, Scott, that all your actions have consequences. Hal told you not to screw around for very good reasons. Now you are starting to appreciate what those reasons are. Do you understand now?" "Yes, Derek." "Now, do you reckon you'll be seeing much of Hot Rod again?" "No. He's buggering off back to America in a couple of days. In fact he's flying back to Los Angeles on Christmas Day." "Oh right." "I guess I'll never see him again." "Do you want to?" asked Derek. "Nah, not particularly. He kept calling me things like a cunt pig or a cock whore or a man pussy while he was fucking me. I thought it was a bit awful, like it was some kind of putdown. I wouldn't want to be the lover of someone like that. In fact, I don't really want to be fucked by him again ever. He certainly knew how to fuck, it was really good, but I felt that I didn't mean that much to him, like I was cheap. I felt like I was just a big lump of meat to him. It was nothing like having sex with you, Derek. You were beautiful." "Thanks, mate," said Derek with a smile. "I appreciate the compliment." Scott sighed. Derek went on. "Well, Rod is a gay porn star. I don't think you can expect much better of him. Maybe they're trained to be like that. I guess they have to be pretty tough and hard to stay in the business. Personally I reckon it would be a dreary existence having to have a fuck with other men day in and day out in front of a camera for a living. You'd wear out pretty quickly. How old do you reckon he'd be?" "Early thirties, I guess. Maybe mid thirties." "He is twenty-six years old, the same as me," said Derek. "I know because I used to be a big fan of his. I went and looked up all his details on the Internet. Yeah, he's the same age as me." "Shit! He looks heaps older than you," exclaimed Scott. "Thanks for the compliment. But, like I said, porn stars would wear out pretty quickly." "You know, I never would have guessed that Rod is the same age as you, Derek. And you look so young. You know, I didn't think you were that much older than me. I thought, like, you were in your early twenties. Like, when I first met you last year, I thought you were only about twenty or twenty-one. You looked younger than my brother Robbie and he's twenty-two. And you still look young, even with all those really big muscles." "And Robbie's a good-looking hunk of muscle too," said Derek with a laugh. "Yeah, I guess I didn't really know what I was doing with my life until Hal arrived. I know a lot more now than I used to. And thanks for the compliments." "It's amazing. Rod looks ten years older than you. Like you say, I guess porn stars wear out pretty quickly." "I saw Rod today," said Derek. Scott gaped at him. "What? Really?" "Yeah. You know Matilda's Cafe in Gundagai? I was having lunch there today on my way home and I got talking to Matilda. I know her fairly well. I've been there a few times. Anyway, I was eating my lunch when Rod drives up in this little red sports car and walks into the cafe. I recognised him straight away. And yeah, you're right, Scott. He does look like he's in his early to mid thirties. I got a bit of a surprise when I saw how old he looked." "Shit, eh," said Scott wide-eyed. "It gets better. When Matilda went to go and serve someone else, Rod gets up from his table and comes and sits down at mine. As soon as he sits down, he starts rabbiting on about this wonderful guy called Ramzilla. He was asking how he could get hold of you. Don't worry. I didn't let on a thing. I got the distinct impression he had been having sex with Ramzilla and desperately wanted one last final fling before he flew off back to the United States. I knew it had to be you he was talking about because he described you. You had black curly hair, really nice blue eyes and tremendous great big muscles bigger than mine. And he said you were driving my Pajero. He even gave my numberplate. And you are the only person I know who fits the description and who has the keys to my Pajero." "So you knew all along that that I had been having sex with Rod," said Scott bewildered. "You didn't say anything." "Yes, I did know. Scott, I'm glad you were open and honest about telling me. I didn't have to push you too hard to tell me about it. That's good." Derek hugged Scott. "You know something else, Scott. Rod even tried to pick me up." "What? Shit! What happened?" "I just gave him the cold shoulder. Matilda gave him the deep freeze. She didn't like him much. After that he buggered off back to his own table. Rod's not my type. Poor bugger. He really had the hots for me." Scott laughed. "Shit, that's amazing! What a coincidence! Fancy you running into Rod like that. It's weird. You knew about me and Rod all along." Derek smiled and ran his fingers over Scott's huge bulging pectoral muscles. His other arm was still around Scott's massive shoulders. "Yes, Scott," he said. "Your sins shall find you out." Scott smiled sheepishly. "I'm glad you took it so well," he said bashfully. "You're really understanding." "No worries," said Derek brightly. "While we're on the subject, is there anyone else you've been having sex with?" Derek felt Scott stiffen with alarm. He ran his fingers gently over Scott's mighty chest. "Be honest, Scott," said Derek gently. "If there is someone else, I need to know if I'm going to help you deal with the fallout." "Er...er..." Scott was stuck for words. "It's OK, Scott. Just take your time and let it come out." Scott took a deep breath. His eyes filled with tears. "Scottie, it's OK," said Derek gently. "Whatever happened, I can deal with it. I know you're not a bad guy." A tear trickled down Scott's cheek. He sighed and took another deep breath. "I'm so sorry, Derek. There's Cave Bear too. I'm really sorry. It just happened," said Scott in a strangled voice. Derek hugged Scott. "She's right, mate," he said. "Don't get yourself in a knot over it. Relax, mate. It's OK. I'm OK about it. Don't worry. You're fine with me." Scott sniffled and wiped away the tears with the back of his hand. He looked gratefully at Derek. He was glad that Derek was so understanding. "But Cave Bear?" asked Derek. "Last night I fucked Cave Bear." "Is he that huge retarded guy who lives in the Riverside Caravan Park?" "Yes." "I remember him. He used to come and talk to me when I was staying in a caravan there when I first got here. He's huge, like about seven feet tall, but he's friendly. I didn't mind the company. How the hell did you end up fucking him? I must confess to being a little surprised." Scott felt sheepish and embarrassed. "It was last night after my last session on Alfred the workout bike when I got to be this huge. I finished about midnight and the Carol Night had just finished in High Street. I ducked down a side street because I didn't want anyone to see me. I couldn't find any clothes to fit me I was so big. I was driving your four-wheel-drive because I can't fit into my ute any more. Anyway I saw Cave Bear dancing down the street in front of me. He stopped me. He was desperate for a fuck and I was pretty randy myself. My cock just would not go down. It was so bloody huge and stiff. He got in and I took him to his caravan and we had a fuck there." "Oh right," said Derek. "I heard some story going around that Cave Bear used to go up to Walkley's Farm and get himself fucked by their jack donkey. It all ended in tears when the female donkey bit Cave Bear on the arse so badly that it had to have stitches put in." Derek laughed merrily. Scott cracked a smile. "Yeah, that's him," he said. "I guess if anyone could take that monstrous great big cock of yours up his arse, it would be Cave Bear. It's like he's built for it." Derek grinned. "It's a bloody enormous great big cock you've got there." He gently ran his fingers up and down the long thick fleshy mass of Scott's cock that hung down limply between his extraordinarily massive legs. He felt Scott's cock thicken and start to harden. "I guess you'd better tell me all the gory details," he said. Scott told him all about the sex he had with Cave Bear. Derek laughed out loud when Scott told him how his stiff cock had become stuck up Cave Bear's arse most of the night. Derek's shoulders shook with laughter. Scott was nonplussed at first but he soon saw the funny side. When Scott had finished, Derek spoke. "You said, Scott, that Cave Bear told you he loved you. Do you reckon he'll be around for more?" "I guess so. But Cave Bear said I gave him the best fuck of his life. It might last him a while before he goes looking for me." Scott grinned. Derek rubbed Scott's smooth chest affectionately. "You're a gorgeous big fellow," said Derek. "Do you want to fuck Cave Bear again?" "Nup. No way." "Cave Bear could present a problem if, or rather when, he comes round looking for another fuck. There's no telling what that furry-brained big lug might do if he doesn't get one. Anyway, don't worry about it now. I, or we, will think of something. I've got some friends coming over in the New Year. They should be able to help if there's a problem. But now, let's just concentrate on each other." Derek stroked Scott's massive bull neck fondly. "Scott, is there anyone else?" "Nup. That's all," replied Scott. "Good." "You mean you believe me?" asked Scott. "Yes. Of course I do. I know you're not lying." Scott hugged Derek. He felt very happy that Derek had lifted the burden of his guilt from his shoulders. Derek was very good about it. They both walked naked arm-in-arm out of the secret room and back into the sunlit loft. Derek revelled in the feel of Scott's massively muscled 666-pound body next to his. "Derek, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," said Scott tentatively. "Fire away, mate." "How come you are so strong and feel so hard? When you were fucking me, I hugged you pretty tight when I was going off. I thought I might hurt you, but you weren't the least bit worried. You felt really hard like your whole body was made of steel. And you lifted me and carried me around like I was a kid. And I weigh 303 kilos. You are hell strong." Derek smiled. "I'm a big strong tough guy. I'm stronger and tougher than I look. I'm a Roadknight and if you want, I can train you up to be one too." "It's just that when Rod was fucking me, he made me put my hands behind my head. He said he was scared I might crush him in my arms when I come." Derek laughed. "I reckon he just wanted to perve on those beautiful great big bulging biceps of yours to help him get to an orgasm. Maybe he has a biceps fetish." "No. He really was scared I'd crush him." "He sounds like a bit of a wimp then." "Well, he certainly is compared to you, Derek." Derek smiled. Scott went on. "I dunno. You seem as strong as I am, maybe stronger. I'm wondering if my arms are getting weak." "No. Of course not," replied Derek. "Why don't you try tossing me up to the rafters. I weigh 135 kilograms, less than half of your weight. You should find me pretty light." Scott picked Derek up under the arms and threw him up with such force that Derek would have received a nasty crack on the head when he hit the white painted wooden ceiling. However, Derek somersaulted in midair and landed with his feet on the ceiling with a thump that made the whole building rattle. He bounced off down and grabbed a white painted rafter with his hands. He used his superhuman power of flight disguised to look like masterful acrobatic ability. He swung from one rafter to the next like an ape in the jungle until he traversed the loft to the other end. The rafters were 6 metres (20 feet) from the floor. Scott watched open-mouthed as he marvelled at Derek's muscularly athletic ability. Derek sat on the rafter and grinned down at Scott. "Want to join me up here?" he asked. "How do I get up there?" asked Scott. "Jump. Use those glorious massive muscle-packed thighs of yours to propel yourself up here." Scott squatted down, then with a mighty explosive leap that shook the loft, jumped up to the rafter above his head and grabbed hold of it. He tried to scramble onto the rafter but could not manage it. He hung from the rafter by his hands. He became anxious. Derek swung across to the rafter Scott was holding on to. He grabbed Scott by the hands and hauled him up until Scott was standing on the rafter next to him. Scott held tightly onto the supporting truss and looked nervously down at the floor below. "How do I get down?" he asked. "Jump. Er, on second thoughts, perhaps not." Scott was having similar thoughts. "Do you think I might go through the floor?" Scott asked nervously. "Don't know about that. But you may hurt your ankles." Derek had a vision of Scott breaking his ankles when he landed. They were not able to tolerate the stress of supporting Scott's huge body when he landed on the floor. Scott did not know how to land properly. "I know," said Derek. "When you jump down, I'll catch you." Scott demurred. "I'm so heavy," he said. "Scott, this is where you are going to have to trust me. I know I can catch you, so don't worry about it." Derek jumped down off the rafter and landed on the floor like a big cat. "No worries when you know how," he said cheerfully. Following Derek's instructions, Scott manoeuvred carefully down off the rafter until he was hanging from the rafter by his hands. Derek watched Scott's massive musculature working hard as he clambered off the rafter. His cock stiffened with excitement. The sight of Scott's huge hard chiselled muscles bulging with exertion was a real turn on for Derek. Derek was standing directly underneath Scott who could not see Derek over the enormous bulging boulders of his pectoral muscles. Derek's rampant cock stood straight up. After a couple of minutes Scott's massive body was hanging from the rafter well above Derek's head. His hands gripped the wooden beam tightly. Derek suggested that he lift his legs up and spread them apart when he let go so that it would be easier for Derek to catch him when he let go. Scott did as Derek suggested. Derek looked up at Scott's huge and mightily muscular body hanging directly above his head while Scott plucked up his courage to let go. Scott's arsehole was nicely exposed. Derek's stiff cock pointed right at it. Derek willed Scott's anal sphincters to relax. He set up force vectors to guide Scott's anus to the end of his stiff penis. He set up a force field ahead of his penis that would dilate Scott's anus without damaging it. It would also lubricate his penis once inside Scott's anus. Scott felt his arsehole tingle. It felt exposed. He thought wouldn't it be nice if Derek stuck his enormous cock up his arse when Scott dropped into his arms. He found himself eagerly anticipating it. His cock stiffened at the thought. Derek picked up Scott's thoughts. Scott knew at a subconscious level that Derek was lining up on his arsehole. Derek realised that Scott had some rudimentary telepathic ability. He started to understand why God was keen to get Scott to serve Him. Derek remembered Hal telling him that a number of people suffering from schizophrenia were failed telepaths. Being telepathic made their teenage traumas much more severe, particularly if they had insensitive parents or if they were bullied at school. Scott did not have that problem. His telepathy was too undeveloped and his parents were good people. Scott let go and dropped down. Derek caught Scott in his arms. At the same instant his enormous ramrod stiff penis speared up into Scott's bowels through his anus. Scott gasped with the sudden penetration of Derek's penis as it rammed up his arsehole deep into his torso. Derek's crotch smacked up against Scott's arse. Air was forced from Scott's lungs by the sudden inrush of Derek's penis. Scott suffered a sudden sharp pain as his internal organs were thrust roughly aside by the precipitous invasion. His prostate suffered some minor bruising from Derek's cock head as it plunged past. The pain eased quickly. Scott's aching prostate was pressed against Derek's huge thick steel hard penis rammed up his arsehole. It felt really good. Scott felt as horny as hell. He relished having Derek's long thick penis stuffed up inside him. His gigantic penis rapidly expanded and stiffened to its full 55-centimetre (22-inch) length. Precum dribbled from the piss slit. Derek held Scott firmly around his waist. His thick biceps bulged powerfully. He leaned backwards supporting Scott's great weight on his groin. Scott was held firmly in place with Derek's penis embedded up his arse. Derek looked into Scott's bright blue half-closed eyes. "How does that feel, mate?" asked Derek in a deep throaty voice. "Fucking fantastic," groaned Scott blissfully. He clasped Derek's rock hard, thickly muscled shoulders. Derek lifted Scott's massively muscular body up partially withdrawing his penis from Scott's anus. He brought Scott down again, sliding his penis into Scott's anus. Derek repeated the exercise, increasing the stroke of his penis in and out of Scott's tight anus. He kept on going. Scott moaned with blissful pleasure as he felt Derek's big thick penis thrusting up his arse. His gigantic penis dribbled precum like a leaky tap. Every muscle in Derek's body bulged with power as he pumped Scott's enormous body up and down the length of his penis. It was sheer delight to thrust his penis up into the very core of Scott's body and feel Scott's great heart pounding against his cock head. Scott groaned with the delight of his splendid internal stimulation. His aching prostate was being wonderfully massaged, sandwiched as it was between Derek's thick hard penis thrusting up his arse and his own massive rock hard penis root. This was bliss beyond compare. Scott's massive body tensed up. He arched his back as he could feel in the depths of his pelvis an orgasmic volcano preparing to erupt. Derek revelled in the sight of the freakishly huge muscles of Scott's body tensing up hard. They all bulged mightily. Scott's huge striated pectoral muscles were like great hemispheres of granite 45 centimetres (18 inches) across. His great broad shoulders packed with muscle nearly dwarfed Derek's broad powerfully muscled shoulders. Scott's deltoid muscles alone were bigger than basketballs. His gigantic biceps muscles bulged with power. The biceps alone were the size of watermelons. Two thick veins like cables ran either side of the bulging peak. For Derek, it was glorious to fuck this enormous 666-pound (303- kilogram) mountain of muscle that Scott had become. It was better than fucking Big Dick. Big Dick was 2.15 metres (7'1") tall and he weighed 225 kilograms (495 pounds) of solid hard ripped muscle. But Scott was 25 centimetres (10") shorter and weighed a lot more. Scott was a huge freaky mass of rock hard, solid, ripped and veined muscle. He was as big as the wildest morphs published on the Internet. He was a muscle fucker's wet dream. Derek was an unashamed muscle fucker. He was a big and powerfully muscular man himself. It was sheer bliss for him to pump Scott's huge body bulging with gloriously enormous muscles up and down his mighty penis. Scott cried out and exploded into orgasmic joy. Thick white ropes of semen squirted out of Scott's enormous penile cannon, arced over Derek's shoulder and splattered on the floor behind Derek. Derek pumped energy into Scott prolonging his orgasm. Scott's insides churned around Derek's penis thrusting into him. Scott was delirious with ecstatic bliss. Derek's penis felt like a white-hot rod of fire surging into him. To Scott, it felt like great fat sparks of electric fire were shooting all over his insides from Derek's penis, stimulating him to greater orgasmic heights. Scott roared. He was delighted to be free of the burden of his guilt and enjoyed being fucked by Derek to the utmost. It was wonderful to feel Derek's thick fat penis sliding in and out of his arsehole while Derek pumped his body up and down his penis. Derek felt incredibly hard and strong. The continuing orgasmic tsunami fuelled by the storm of sensations overwhelmed Scott's consciousness. His gigantic legs wrapped around Derek's slim waist with a crushing pressure that would have killed a normal man. The telepathic part of Scott's mind started to open up, but Derek did not feel ready to switch it on just yet. After pumping Scott into continual orgasmic ecstasy for some time, Derek let go and howled into orgasm. It was wondrous bliss to feel the pressure built up in his pelvis let go, his balls contract and his white-hot semen gush up his the length of his thick, rock-hard and well-stimulated penis out into the inmost depths of Scott's writhing torso that bulged with huge muscles. He became like a steel statue as all the muscles in his body tensed up hard. It was a challenge to balance Scott's enormous body on his groin while he was being shaken by the orgasmic storm. Scott's mighty legs still held Derek's waist in a crushing embrace. His massive strong arms clasped Derek's shoulders tightly. It was sheer bliss for Derek to shoot his semen into the core of Scott's mighty torso shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. Scott's consciousness blurred with the intensity of the orgasmic storm shaking him. It stretched out like toffee. All he was conscious of was Derek's huge throbbing penis embedded in the core of his being. It seemed to be shooting thick hot sparks of electric fire all over and through his internal organs. Everything inside him was being zapped and stimulated. It was wonderful beyond compare. As Derek's orgasmic tumult thundered towards its close, Derek's legs buckled. Scott's enormous body was still shuddering in its orgasmic storm while impaled upon Derek's penis. Every muscle bulged hugely. Derek sank slowly to the floor as his orgasm finished. He ended up lying on the floor with Scott's monstrous sweat-slicked form astride him. His stiff cock was still rammed up Scott's anus. Scott writhed deliriously. His body was racked by a tumult of sensations. Finally Scott's orgasm came to a symphonic close. Panting, he lay back against Derek's thighs. A wonderful post-coital glow enveloped them both. Scott relished the feel of Derek's cock up his anus. While Derek lay on the floor beneath Scott, his thoughts turned to Rod Boylin. He tuned into Rod's mind and saw that Rod had departed from Matilda's cafe and was driving along the Hume Highway towards Sydney in his red Mazda sports car. Rod was thinking about the big powerful and gloriously handsome biker he had spoken to in the cafe. He was disappointed that the biker had been so cool towards him. It would have been great if he had been able to get the biker into bed with him. But he was out of luck. He had nowhere to go, now that he had left the settler's cottage he had been renting. Now he was going back to dear safe boring old Simon in Sydney. At least Simon's apartment was really nice and comfortable. Then on Christmas Day he was flying home. The thought filled him with mixed feelings. Rod thought dreamily about the wonderful sex he had with Ramzilla the previous day. That was truly fantastic. The great big muscleman was so hot and sexy that Rod was able to break his orgasmic drought. It was incredible that he was able to come twice in a single day. Ramzilla was the biggest hottest muscle stud he had ever encountered. All those huge glorious muscles! One day he hoped to meet up with Ramzilla again. His cock swelled at the thought. Derek cast a spell on Rod that caused his orgasmic drought to stay broken a while longer. Rod would be able to experience orgasmic bliss again. This would last until he was back on the porn movie set and having to fuck men in front of the camera. Derek judged that the effects would last for a few weeks after Rod started back at work. "Oh wow oh wow oh wow," groaned Scott blissfully. "That was fucking fantastic." Derek's cock softened inside Scott. Scott looked down at Derek, who was lying on the floor underneath him. "You all right, mate?" he asked. "Never better," replied Derek with a slow dreamy smile. "Christ! The drop fuck is one hell of a trick. It felt incredible when your cock rammed up into me. Jesus, Derek, you are hell strong. You caught me when I let go and you felt so dammed hard and strong. Jesus, your cock felt like a pole being shoved up my arse. It was amazing." Scott was chattering away happily. "Christ, Derek, you look so incredibly sexy." Scott lay down on top of Derek and kissed him on the lips. They lay kissing gently and savouring each other's powerfully muscular bodies. "You know, Scott, I've been lusting after you for a long time," said Derek in a slow deep sexy voice. "And now I've got you right where I want you. It's taken a while." He and Scott kissed. "I never dreamed it was like this," said Scott. "It's fucking wonderful. And so are you." "Thanks, mate." Derek went on in a slow dreamy voice. "When I saw you in the car park here that time last year, I thought you were the most beautiful guy I'd ever seen. There you were doing doughnuts in the car park in that old orange Falcon ute of yours. You'd just got it, I seem to remember. Anyway, you got a puncture on a broken bottle. I heard you swearing away. I laughed. I thought it was really funny. I was watching you from the loft window. Then you got out with the jack in your hand and you stood there scratching your head because you didn't know where to put the jack. I got a good look at you and thought, wow, you're gorgeous. I came down and helped you change the tyre. I saw the P-plates on your ute. When I asked you how old you were, you said you were sixteen. You were big and strong for your age. But you were too young. I realised you were off limits and I didn't want to get into trouble. Then you came inside for a cup of coffee. You were quite friendly and I enjoyed looking at you and perving on your muscles. You started coming round here quite often. You know your father and mother came around and checked me out?" "Yeah. Nosy bastards. But they said you were OK. Anyway, I'm seventeen now. Am I legal yet?" "Yes. You are. But you aren't going to tell anyone?" "No way. We're having way too much fun. Besides, I don't want people in this town calling me a poofter." "Like your brother Robbie?" "Specially Robbie!" "I get the impression he has a few problems in that direction." "Dicken! Anyone he thinks is a bit suss he says is a poofter. I reckon you're right. He might have a few problems there. When he was a kid, everyone used to say how pretty he looked, with his curly blond hair and blue eyes. He hated that. He hates people calling him 'Blondie' even now. Anyway, I'm not going to worry about that now. The whole family's gone away to Queensland for five whole weeks and you and me are going to have fun. And I got the biggest muscles I ever thought possible. I'm fucking huge." So saying, Scott flexed his arms in an eye-popping spectacular display of muscularity. His biceps swelled up like giant pumpkins. They were hard, striated mountain peaks of muscle. Derek reached up and felt the iron-hard boulders of biceps. His limp cock fell out of Scott's arsehole. He delighted in running his hands over Scott's enormous biceps and feeling how hard they were. Scott was an enormous mountain of solid hard muscle, 666 pounds of it. Scott wrapped his gigantic arms around Derek in a crushing bear hug. Derek wrapped his muscular arms around Scott's neck in a gentle embrace. They hugged, enjoying the close physical contact of their naked bodies packed with muscle. "Were you and Mark lovers?" asked Scott. "Yes, we were." "What happened to Mark?" "I had to boot him out. He was just impossible to live with. We got into a fight and he beat me up. Then he raped me. Fuck, he really hurt me when he did that! After that I had to chuck him out." "What a bastard!" exclaimed Scott. "And I was thinking what a great guy he was. He and I used to have lots of good times together. He was really great with me. But we never did anything sexual, I mean. He was really nice to me, like he treated me like I was grown up, I was kind of equal to him. I missed him when he went. Fuck! What a bastard to rape you like that so it hurt. You and me are so different. It's absolutely fucking fantastic when you fuck me. I've been getting the biggest bangs in the world with you." Scott kissed him. "I bet you'd beat him to pulp now with your great big muscles," he said. Derek laughed. "I don't care all that much these days." "Why am I not surprised? He'd be nothing compared to Hal. Hal's really incredible. You know, that silly bastard Mark got me into trouble. I let him drive my ute and he was doing burnouts in it. Some silly old bugger rang up Dad and complained. Dad grounded me for three months. I couldn't tell Dad that I let Mark drive because I would have got into even more trouble if he'd found out. Anyway it turned out I got grounded for only one month in the end. I got chucked out of school for punching that silly twat Cynthia McBride and giving her a black eye, so I had to go and work for Dad. That meant he had to unground me so that I could drive to work." Scott paused, then went on. "You know, after he went, I wondered if you and Mark were lovers. I used to get a bit stirred up thinking about you two fucking each other." "It was all one way. He always fucked me. He never let me fuck him. Mind you, he was a strong and wiry fucker. I used to love it when he stuck his cock up my arse. That's why I put up with him for so long. But he was a lazy bastard. I had to do everything about the place. And he used to make an incredible mess. And he treated me like I was some dumb bitch just there to be fucked and wait on his lordship hand and foot. Trouble was I was so much in love with him I didn't care. Until one day it all got too much and we had that fight." Derek looked downcast at the memory. Scott hugged him. "You know," said Scott. "I sort of guessed you were gay when you used to get a stiffy when I was working out on your gym equipment. You used to get all embarrassed and red-faced and race off downstairs to your scrap metal sculptures. I wondered if you were attracted to me." "I was. Very much so." "Why didn't you do anything?" "I was too afraid of getting into trouble. Especially after that visit from your parents and I found out later that your father is best mates with the local copper." Scott grinned. "Shame about that. When I worked out you were gay and you were attracted to me, I used to get really horny thinking about having sex with you. I used to jack off heaps of times thinking about you. And now we're making up for lost time." Scott kissed Derek passionately. Derek responded equally passionately. They stopped for breath. "Shit! This is fun," said Scott panting. "Let's fuck again." He was grinning from ear to ear. This magnificent mountain of muscle was like a great big eager dog. "I don't know if we ought to do the drop fuck again," Derek laughed. "Might be a bit dangerous." Scott giggled. "It was fun though. I reckon I'd be a good drop bear, don't you reckon?" Derek laughed. "You sure would. You'd squash anyone underneath you." "Not if they're a big strong muscly bloke like you, Derek. You feel like you're fucking indestructible. And your prick feels like it's made of solid steel. I wouldn't mind having it up me arse again." "Sure thing! But let's do it somewhere more comfortable like on the bed. It's a bit boring doing it on the floor." Scott scooped Derek up in his enormous arms and carried him over to the bed. He deposited him gently on the bed. Derek lay back on his bed and looked up appreciatively at Scott's massively muscled body towering over him. He gave a slow sexy smile as he looked up at Scott towering above him. "I've got some stuff that will make this go really smoothly," he said. Derek arose from the bed and walked over to his sausage bag deposited by the door. Scott watched fascinated by the interplay of the big powerful muscles of Derek's naked body contracting and expanding as Derek walked. To Scott, Derek looked perfect. Derek bent over and retrieved a one-litre (one-quart) plastic squeeze bottle from inside the bag. He walked back to the bed. Scott was entranced by Derek's big bulging biceps contracting as Derek tossed the squeeze bottle from one hand to the other. "This stuff is a body lubricating lotion," explained Derek. His brown eyes sparkled as he smiled. Scott's heart beat fast with anticipation. Derek continued. "This stuff makes your skin really nice. You know how good it feels when you're all soaped up in the shower and your skin feels really nice and smooth and slippery. Or when you're jacking yourself off and you put a few good really big gobs of spit on your cock. Spit on your cock feels really nice when you're pulling yourself off. Your cock is as hard as a rock and the skin is so nice and slippery. So fucking nice and sensuous." "OK," said Scott. "I'll give it a go." "This lotion takes ages to dry off on you and even then your skin feels really nice and smooth." "What is it?" "It's a special concoction of mucopolysaccharides, proteins and other goodies which does really nice things to your skin. It's similar to the anti-wrinkle lotion these people make. I bought a large chunk of shares in the company that makes it. It's going absolutely gangbusters. They're selling the anti-wrinkle stuff as fast as they can make it and they need to expand fast to keep up with the demand. It's like that every woman in Australia wants the stuff. There're plans to expand to the United States. And the stuff really works. It really does smooth away the wrinkles. This stuff here is like a kind of offshoot of that. It's great for sex. Your skin feels fantastic." Derek grinned from ear to ear. "I'm game," said Scott as he stood up from the bed. -------------------------------------- Continued in Part 44. --------------------------------------