Date: Fri, 14 May 2004 21:08:17 +1000 (EST) From: "[iso-8859-1] Wombat" Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #16' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc Biker ) [ 16 ! 50 ] The Old Valley Road Hotel. By Wombat. ------------------------- Chapter 2. Getting used to Supermanhood. ------------------------------------------------ Part 16 - Double Derek and Dinner at Maxim's. ------------------------------------------------ Derek lay on the bed luxuriating in the feeling of the huge orgasm he had shared with the three Hal avatars fucking him. It felt utterly wonderful. Now the three avatars had merged again into the one body lying on top of him. Derek decided to follow Hal's example and duplicate himself. He would heed Hal's advice and create only one duplicate. Hal gently disengaged himself from Derek and Derek lay on the bed looking up at the magnifying mirror suspended overhead. Derek put his hands behind his head and tensed his abdominal muscles. They rose up into a mountainous eight-pack of muscle. He looked really hot and hunky with his magnificent and heavily muscled 135-kilogram (300 pound) superman's body, particularly now with his dark brown hair made longer and coming down over his eyes. He put his hand down over his cunt and removed it, restoring his groin to its usual masculine state. Essentially he undid the changes that Hal had made to him, like pressing the Undo button on a computer. His resplendently proportioned 18-inch cock was still stiff and hard. It reached up to the powerful bulging curve of his pectoral muscles. His body looked really hot. Hal stood up next to the bed watching Derek with interest. He had shown Derek how to duplicate himself. All that remained now was for Derek to put the theory into practice. With an exertion of his mental powers, he willed his body into two identical duplicates. Hal was encouraging. Very quickly, there appeared two identical copies of Derek lying side by side on the bed. Hal: << Well done. You got that right. >> He was waiting with interest to see what Derek would do next. Derek found himself looking at Hal through two pairs of eyes. He was disconcerted very briefly but quickly learnt to integrate the perceptions coming from the two bodies. There was still only the one mind and it had two bodies. He looked up at the reflection of his two bodies in the overhead mirror. There were indeed two big, deliciously hunky and well-muscled Dereks lying sided by side on the bed. One of the Dereks rolled over to look at the other. He took in that magnificent, heavily muscular body next to him and ran his hand over the other avatar. He relished the feel of the thin, silky smooth, skin that overlay the hard muscle and he delighted in the feel of the soft-skinned hand sensuously feeling the hard muscles of his torso. He ran his hands all over his other self and quivered in delight. He gently stroked the other's cock that was stiff and steely hard. Both cocks were in the same state of erection. Thick veins snaked all over them. The one body rolled on top of the other and the two Derek duplicates kissed each other passionately while eagerly running their hands over each other. Their cocks rubbed together in the deep furrows of their powerful abdominal muscles. Derek locked down both approaching orgasms and both his bodies continued pleasuring each other. He felt really hot and excited at the thought of fucking himself. The sensations from both bodies poured into him. The top body rolled off but still kept one arm tightly wrapped around the bottom body. He inserted his finger into the bottom body's belly button and found that the tube still led through the thick wall of abdominal muscle into the abdominal cavity all the way through the diaphragm up to the top of the chest. Hal: << If you are going to stick your cock into your belly button, I suggest that you shorten it to no more than 16 inches if you want it to be comfortable inside you. Any longer than that and it will be banging against the base of your throat. That doesn't feel very nice, believe me. >> Derek shortened the cock of the upper body as advised by Hal but he kept the cock of the lower body at its colossal 18-inch size. He licked that enormous penis sensuously. He ran his tongue over the great cock head and inserted the tip of his tongue into his piss slit that was leaking copious quantities of precum. Both penises were leaking precum steadily. He could just fit his mouth over the cock head and he sucked, getting himself into an agony of pre-orgasmic tension. Both groins ached with congestion. Derek released the other body's penis from his mouth and his upper body straddled the lower body. He pushed his anus back against the painfully stiff and hard 18-inch penis of the lower body. The anus opened readily and admitted the huge cock head. The lower body thrust gently until that penis was partially pushed in. Derek's upper body delighted in the ravishing pleasure of having the huge cock thrust into his arsehole, considerably distending the anal sphincter and pressing against the prostate with blissful feelings. For the moment he resisted the powerful urge to back down on it so that he could insert his shorter 16-inch cock into the belly button of the fantastically beautiful and muscular Derek beneath him who was identical. The shorter penis was still the same circumference at 14 inches (35 cm.). He inserted the big fat cock head into the lower Derek's navel and gently thrust it partially into his belly. The lower Derek groaned in excitement and passion. The two Big Dereks started thrusting slowly in unison and pushing their penises further into each of the bodies. Each groaned and panted as their combined sexual tension mounted. Soon each enormous penis was full embedded up to the hilt in the other body. One cock was up an arsehole and the other was inserted into a belly button. Each of Derek's two bodies fervently thrust their penises into each other as they clasped each other's powerfully muscled bodies in the heat of passion. The internal organs of each body were vigorously stirred up by the energetic thrusting of the penises into the other's torso. The 18-inch penis rammed up the arsehole reached all the way up to the diaphragm and the sixteen incher jammed into the belly button passed through the diaphragm high up into the chest cavity just below the throat. The lower Derek's heart pounded against the penis thrusting up past it, just as the upper Derek's heart pounded against the mighty penis thrusting up against it. Derek kept the orgasms locked down for the moment and both of his bodies kept thrusting their huge penis into each other's orifices. The lower Derek's belly button felt wonderfully distended by the upper Derek's penis pistoning in and out of it and the same with the upper Derek's arsehole with the lower Derek duplicate's gigantic penis sweeping in and out of it with long sweeping strokes. Both Derek's avatars clung to each other hard in the fervour of rut. They kissed each other passionately. Each rammed his tongue down the other's throat. Derek was in the peak of excitement as his two bodies made ardent love to each other. The lower Derek could see the magnified reflection in the overhead mirror of his two magnificent, powerfully built bodies with the great big bulging muscles standing out fully taut and hard with sexual tension. The big muscles of the broad sturdy back of the upper Derek rippled as his body bucked and thrust his penis into the lower Derek's navel as in unison the lower Derek thrust his penis into the upper Derek's arsehole. This was fantastically enjoyable fun. Derek was aware that Hal had replicated himself into six avatars standing around the bed. Each was slowly stroking his huge penis. Each of Hal's penises had grown to be the same size as Derek's 18- inch monster. Each Hal avatar continued masturbating steadily while watching Derek's two avatars taking heady pleasure in fucking each other with the utmost vigour. Derek felt powerfully stimulated at having Hal multiplied into such an audience. As Derek's rapture increased to dizzying heights, a troupe of cherubim came in close to the vigorously coupling Derek avatars. Attracted by the exuberance of Derek's sheer joy, they touched the heaving bodies of the doubled human. Derek's skin tingled at the touch of their curious magic fingers and that spurred him on to greater heights of joy. The lower Derek clenched his robust abdominal muscles on the penis thrusting into his navel at the same time as the upper Derek clenched his pelvic muscles on the penis ramming into his arsehole. Now was orgasm time. The double-barrelled orgasm burst upon Derek's two avatars like the explosion of a hydrogen bomb. Locked together in orgasmic spasm, the two Dereks roared together in their overwhelming ecstasy. Hot semen boiled up out of each avatar's penis and gushed in a torrent that flooded into the other avatar's body. Energy poured into Derek and sloshed back and forth between the two bodies like white-hot plasma from the heart of the sun. The two avatars were like two nuclear reactors melting down together and molten metal ran together in the one pool. Derek was in the height of ecstasy as his two avatars heaved and roared in the intensity of the orgasm. Suddenly he felt a shower of hot semen splattering on his back, his buttocks, and his legs and all over his two bodies. The six Hal avatars had each erupted in a geyser of semen from their monstrous 18-inch (45 cm.) penises and were spraying it all over the two exuberantly copulating avatars of Derek. The Hal avatars continued spraying their spunk from their huge stiff penises all over the duplicated Derek so that both his bodies were soon drenched and slick with Hal's man-juice. Derek slid into status orgasmicus. His bodies were locked together in the never-ending orgasm. The Hal avatars kept on spraying the Derek avatars with their cum as a puddle formed on the bed around Derek. He gloried in the semen shower. Hal's orgasms eventually came to an end. Unable to restrain himself, his six avatars leapt onto the bed with Derek and wrapped themselves around the semen soaked bodies of Derek's avatars. An orgy developed as the six avatars groped for purchase on each other. One Hal avatar covered himself with semen and, slickly lubricated, lifted up Derek's two bodies locked together in orgasmic bliss, slid underneath them and inserted his great 18-inch penis into the lower Derek's arsehole. Gently he worked the penis in as Derek's arsehole opened up in rapture to admit the loving invader. Derek's orgasmic rapture intensified as Hal's mighty cock rammed up through the arsehole of his lower avatar into his torso then swept in and out with energetic strokes. The five other Hal avatars clung to either Derek's avatars or each other. Two of the avatars rammed their penises into the arseholes of two that were clinging to Derek and rubbing their penises against Derek's tense, hard, orgasmicly spasmic bodies. The fifth found an arsehole of one of the other Hal avatars fucking another Hal avatar and joyfully rammed his penis into the willing arsehole. Almost immediately, Hal exploded into orgasmic rapture as well and his orgasms commingled with Derek's towering firestorm of pleasure. His spunk gushed out of his two free penises and added to the quantity of semen already coating Derek's two conjoined avatars. Hal slid into status orgasmicus as well. Two interlinked minds and souls with eight bodies clumped together in a huge, uncontrollably ecstatic mass. The troupe of cherubim flittered around the heaving and groaning mass of bodies and ran their small hands over the semen-slicked skins. They happily basked in the towering firestorm of ecstasy of the two multiplied supermen. The pleasure was so beautiful that it was almost wicked. The cherubim moved around and through the heap of bodies linked in sexual rapture. Their passage through the bodies caused thrills that added to the pleasure of the supermen. Time passed as the interlinked orgasms continued. It became dark in the loft after the sun had set and still the orgasms continued. In the early morning as the eastern horizon was lightening with the approach of dawn, Derek and Hal came down from their exuberant, orgasmic exultation together. Derek's lower avatar reached out and embraced the bodies piled on and around him. He was replete with happiness and blissful satisfaction. Yesterday had been a day of fantastic fucks. A Hal avatar looked at the bedside clock. It showed 4:27 a.m. Hal: <+ Sweet love and happiness. Derek, you're beautiful +> Derek lay luxuriating in the ocean of love and happiness. He reached out with his telepathic sense and saluted the angelic beings surrounding them. He reached further, vaulting out through Hal's tremendously powerful mind into the interlinked network of telepathic superhuman beings. There were literally many, many thousands of minds like bright lights linked together in this marvellous network. He was very young, very junior, but they all acknowledged his presence and welcomed him with love. The vast majority were human. Over all arched the Mighty Presence of the Lord God. It was just as it was earlier in Heaven when he was immersed in the Lord God. Derek glowed with happiness as he realised that he would never be lonely again. Hal hugged Derek in his generous love. Hal: << Derek, I would like to take you out to dinner. I had planned to take you out earlier in the evening, but you and I sort of got waylaid. Would you like to go somewhere really posh for dinner? I feel like something really slap up. >> << Where would you find a place open at this time of the morning? >> << We have the whole planet to choose from. Not only that, we have all of time and space. >> << OK. I'm willing. >> <+ OK? Paris, May 1901 at Maxim's Restaurant. I've set up an identity in that time-line as Professor Alain de Berry. +> <+ Fine +> Hal merged his six avatars back into the one body with his arms around the two Dereks. Derek merged his two avatars back into the one body. He did that with a feeling of regret because having the two bodies connected together was really nice. Hal hugged Derek and kissed him. Hal: << You are so much fun to be with. >> They lay together arm in arm on the bed as the dawn lightened in the east. Hal: << OK. Let's go out. >> <+ Affirmative +> The two lovers disengaged. Derek was unwilling but Hal was keen to get on. Hal suggest that they shower to wash all their semen off each other. They floated off to the bathroom and got into the showers. Derek and Hal could not keep their hands off each other. Derek jumped up on Hal and they had a quick and happy fuck in the shower with the hot water running over their bodies. Then they washed and shampooed each other in the same shower until both were clean and fresh smelling. Back in the loft, Hal clothed Derek in the attire suitable for a young gentleman going out at night in Paris of 1901, a black evening suit that fitted his powerful body perfectly, along with a white shirt and a discreet black bow tie. Hal did the same for himself, but then transformed himself quite amazingly into a rather elderly looking but slim and athletic gentleman with long grey hair, bushy grey eyebrows and a grey goatee. He was much slimmer than before. His weight was now much less than the 170 kilograms he was before, about 85 kilograms, Derek guessed. Hal's face became lined with interesting wrinkles. He looked like a man in late middle age who had lived a busy and interesting life. The evening suit adjusted in size to fit perfectly. A gold tipped dark wooden cane appeared in Hal's hand. Derek looked at Hal in wonder. There seemed no end to Hal's surprises. Hal gave a little bow. "Monsieur le Professor Emeritus Alain de Berry at your service," said Hal with a slight French accent. "I used to teach wild colonial boys to appreciate the beauties of the French language and literature at the University of Sydney until I retired a few years ago." Derek: << I can't speak French. >> "I can teach you quickly and without tears, my dear friend." Derek perceived Hal offering him the knowledge of the French language all wrapped up in a telepathic package like a plug-in cartridge. << If you take this, Derek, you too will understand and speak French. This package is a copy of my own French language skills. It is like a piece of additional software that you load into your mind and, viola! You speak French! >> Derek accepted the package and suddenly he found himself able to understand and speak French fluently. Hal was speaking to Derek in French now. "Well done, my friend. See, it was quite easy and painless. It really is French without tears." "This is amazing. I never though I could do this. I avoided foreign languages like the plague at school." Derek spoke in French. "Aha! You speak very well, despite your lack of diligence at school. Now no-one would ever know that shameful fact." "Thank you, Hal. This is crazy. I just downloaded the French language from you and I can speak it. How do I sound." "Pretty good. You have an accent, of course, but yes, that will be a social asset in Paris. You will appear to Parisians as an exotic creature, a most magnificent specimen of manhood from that faraway country called Australia. Your accent will add to your exotic quality. Some people will pick you correctly as Australian, but I regret to tell you that many will confuse your accent with an American, Canadian or South African accent. Don't be too easily offended if they are incorrect." "That is truly amazing. So then you can just pass a language around like if it were on a computer disk or something." "It is a little like that. But of course, it is not as simple as that. In your brain now is a suite of French language skills that is not confined in one neat package any more. Your knowledge of French is located in several parts of your brain now. That is essential for fluency." Derek looked into Hal's mind and was astounded to see that Hal knew literally dozens of languages besides French. He knew German, Dutch, Italian, Spanish, Russian, Polish, Ancient and Modern Greek, Latin, Danish, Scots and Irish Gaelic, Arabic, Hebrew, Hindi, Urdu, Chinese, Japanese, Malay, Thai, Bahasa Indonesian, Tamil, Persian, as well as many other languages. Hal: << I get to know a speaker of a language I want to understand then I download telepathically, in a sense, the language skill from his brain to mine. As he speaks, I copy his skills. To him I appear as an extremely fast learner. >> "Enough of this, my friend, let us not waste any more time. Let us go to gay Paris and eat at Maxim's," Hal said in French. He produced a comb and combed Derek's hair so that it was neatly parted. "Now you look like a real young gentleman," said Hal with a grin. Hal and Derek travelled back in time to May 1901. They passed through the shifting greyness as Hal sought a time-line stub that he had left. He found it and they went to the end of the stub. Derek saw that they were in a dark apartment. It was night outside but Derek could see that it was furnished in an old-fashioned style. A little light came in through the windows from the gas-lamps in the street outside. They were not physically in the scene yet. Hal and Derek dropped bodily into physical space-time inside the apartment with a soft whoosh of sound. Hal waved his hand and immediately the gas lamps in the apartment lit up. Derek saw that the interior was sumptuously furnished and decorated in the late Victorian style. Thick persian rugs lay on parquet floors. The walls were furnished with dark red wallpaper with paintings on the walls. Hal took Derek on a quick tour of the apartment which was quite big. It had three bedrooms, a dining room, well-appointed kitchen, salon, drawing room, study and a library lined with books. Derek approved. << Very posh. I like it. >> The two men left the apartment and went downstairs. As they walked down the street outside, Derek was struck by the quiet. There was none of the roar of traffic one would expect in a big city the size of Paris. All he could hear was the clip clopping of a solitary horse pulling a hansom cab along the street. << This is 1901. Very few cars around then. Most people walked. >> Derek followed Hal as he strode off down the footpath. << Maxim's is quite close to here. >> Hal turned a street corner into a narrower street with a number of people strolling along. The two men strode along the footpath. People turned and stared at Derek's broad shouldered and massively powerful physique. "We have arrived, my young friend," he said in French. Hal stopped outside a rather ordinary looking but brightly gas-lit restaurant that had a sign reading 'Maxim's' over the door. Hal breezed up the door that was opened by a small man in evening dress. Hal tipped him a ten-centime coin as he and Derek entered. The small man gawked open mouthed at Derek as Derek passed him. The maitre d'hotel greeted them at the entrance. "Good evening, Monsieur le Professor. You are well?" He looked Derek up and down curiously. Derek looked back coolly. "Yes," said Hal. "This fine young man is one of my former students. He has come all the way from Australia to see me." "The Grand Salon is quiet tonight. A table for two in there, Monsieur?" "That will be suitable." The maitre d'hotel led the two men to a table in the corner of the richly and ornately decorated salon. When they had sat down, Derek's eyes feasted on the sweeping fluid curves of the Art Nouveau ornamentation. "It is a magnificent eating place, is it not?" queried Hal. He went on telepathically: << I am Professor Alain de Berry. I formerly taught at the University of Sydney from which you have graduated with honours. French was one of the subjects you studied and you did well in it. Whenever you open your mouth, people will hear that you are an educated man. You have arrived on the train from Marseille this evening after travelling from Athens and Rome. You arrived in Athens by steam-ship from Sydney a month or so ago and you have been steeping your romantic soul in the antiquities of the classical world. You are a young Australian sculptor on his grand tour and you have very kindly consented to spend a little time with your dear old professor while you are in Paris. >> Derek grinned. << If I didn't know you better, I'd say you were a first class bullshit artist. >> << I enjoy this. This is my escape hole, my little fantasy world, Paris in 'la belle epoque'. I have spent nearly two years building up my identity in this fantasy world. Things happen pretty much as they did in the real Paris of 1899-1901, except I too am here to partake of the pleasures of beautiful Paris. >> A waiter appeared to take their order, interrupting their telepathic conversation. "Later, in about five minutes, if you please?" asked Hal/Alain. To Derek he said in French, "We should decide soon on what we should eat." To Derek the menu was mysterious and fascinating but Alain quickly demystified it, commenting on the dishes offered. Derek's French was now quite good enough for him to translate but Alain advised Derek on the various menu items. They discussed the menu together. They spoke as well as communicating telepathically. It did not take long for them to reach a decision and Alain quickly caught the waiter's eye. The order taken, bread rolls appeared beside the two diners. As Derek looked around the Grand Salon, he could see it was half empty. Alain informed him it was empty because it was Tuesday. Derek was fascinated by the richly ornate decor of the large room in which they were to dine. A waiter brought a bottle of champagne, Moet et Chandon 1891. Alain tasted it delicately and pronounced it to his satisfaction. The waiter expertly filled their glasses. Alain raised his glass. "To you, my dear friend. May your endeavours prosper." Derek came close to blushing. Hal/Alain was really fond of him. He took a sip from the glass and found the champagne very much to his taste. It was very good indeed, as good as, if not better that any Australian champagne of the late twentieth century. The fresh Ostend oysters arrived shortly after. A plate of two dozen was put down in front of Derek, whose eyes widened in surprise. "Eat up, Derek. You are a big strong young man who needs a lot of filling." The oysters were delicious. Derek took his time and enjoyed each one of the twenty-four in front of him. Following these were canapes de foi gras. This course was accompanied by an excellent and robust Bordeaux wine, a Chateau Latour of 1886. Derek relished the taste. He completely forgot his aversion to liver and happily ate the lot on his plate. Next came barquettes de caviar (pastries filled with caviar) accompanied by a delicious white wine, an aromatic and delicately flavoured Riesling from Germany. This was a Steinberg of 1894. "Weren't France and Germany at war a little while back?" Derek asked. "The Franco-Prussian War was in 1870. That was more than thirty years ago now and most people here are willing to forgive and forget the war. Most Parisians see it as the war of Napoleon III. They say it was entirely his fault that it happened." Derek tucked in eagerly. He was enjoying himself. "It is very kind of you to bring me here, Monsieur le Professor. This is great food and wine." "It is indeed my pleasure. Welcome to my beautiful Paris. And there is no need to be formal. You may address me as Alain." "Thank you, sir, I mean, Alain." Derek grinned cheerfully. His eyes shone. "The caviar is from the Volga River, the artery of the Russian Empire. The beluga is still relatively common at this time. It is most regrettable that they are just about extinct at the next turn of the century thanks to greed, short-sightedness and corruption. However, let us enjoy the fruits of the sturgeon in beautiful Paris in the year 1901." Derek grinned and raised his glass to Alain. "To you, my dear teacher. Thank you for all that you have taught me." "My pleasure indeed. But wait, there's more. There is much you can learn." They sipped their white wine. << Derek, you are immortal now. It is good to keep on learning. That way you will never get bored. I am fifty-one years old in chronological terms. I am not counting the side trips I have made in time and space. However, I may seem old to you, but I am just a very young sprout compared to many other beings, some of whom are many, many millions of years old. These great old beings have taught me a lot and one of my functions is to pass this knowledge on to people such as you. Then there is the Lord Himself whose life span is infinite and beyond comprehension. He is always willing to help people such as us to learn and grow in wisdom and knowledge. >> The subsequent dish was lobster a la parisienne, a splendid creation of cold poached lobster with artichoke hearts, creamed eggs, tomatoes and truffles. Two red lobsters were placed on a large silver platter on a lavish bed of lobster meat and accompaniments. The white wine served with the course was an Aloxe-Corton Musigny-Blanc of 1890. Alain chose not to eat more than a quarter of this superb dish. He was quite happy for Derek to finish the rest, which Derek did with gusto. Alain sat back quite happily watching the heavily muscled young man demolish the superlative creation before him. Derek finally finished and sat back in his chair. He stifled a belch. "This is the life, Alain. I could get used to this." "These are the little pleasures one bestows upon oneself. Do it too often and they lose their zest." Derek looked around the restaurant and noticed that more diners had arrived in the salon. He perceived that quite a few other people were looking at him and Alain surreptitiously or overtly. "You will have to get used to people here staring at you here. They would never have seen such a magnificent physique as yours. You appear to them as a god, a figure of Herculean proportions," Alain said quietly. "I am going to have some merriment spreading the story that Australia is full of magnificent specimens such as you." He smiled wickedly. Derek felt hot. He had already eaten a big meal and there was more to come. He removed his jacket and was immediately conscious of the other diners staring at him more intently. He telepathically eavesdropped on a conversation at a nearby table. "Sacred Heaven! It is real," declaimed one of the men softly to his companions at the table. "The young man with the Professor is a veritable Hercules. He has muscles as big as those on a horse. It is truly incredible. And, my god, he has an enormous appetite." Derek noted that his shirt fitted him quite snugly. His braces holding up his trousers were hidden by his tight fitting black waistcoat that accentuated his massive chest and narrow waist. Hal had set him up to be a real eye-popper even in a dinner suit. Alain raised his glass to Derek and winked. He drained his glass. Derek returned the compliment. Instantly a waiter came and refilled the glasses. He lingered at the table and looked at Derek admiringly. "That will be all for the moment," said Alain brusquely. The waiter departed. Another waiter removed the remains of the course. Shortly afterwards the wine waiter returned with the bottle of burgundy that Alain was keen to try. This was a Clos de Vougeot of 1877. Alain tasted it reverently. "This is indeed an excellent wine. It is very acceptable." To Derek he said, "Drink this and be thankful." The waiter coolly poured Derek's glass as Alain smirked, then refilled Alain's. Derek sipped the burgundy. As Alain had remarked, it was excellent, a ripe, fruity wine with delicate and complex symphony of flavours. The main course arrived. For Derek was the filet de boeuf Richelieu, an especially large roast fillet of steak with mushrooms stuffed with duxelles, braised lettuce, pommes chateau and tomates etuvees au beurre. Alain received the faisan Souvaroff, roast pheasant baked with truffles and foie gras in madeira sauce. Derek chewed thoughtfully. This was a marvellous meal. The wine was like ambrosia, a splendid accompaniment to the beef that was absolutely delicious. Derek found it hard to believe that he was not in a beautiful dream. Back in the loft a week ago he could never have imagined a life like this. Back in Australia in 2001 was dawning the sixth day since Hal arrived in his life. So much had changed. "Life gets better, Derek." Alain interrupted Derek's thoughts. "Do what you do and enjoy it. You are a superman now. Live your life as an artist." "I've drunk enough to be more than a little tipsy but I feel quite sober still." "It is your superhuman physique. A normal man with your huge muscles will still soak up a lot of alcohol and still remain relatively sober because the muscles metabolise the alcohol rapidly. However, since you are a superman, you are impervious to the effects of alcohol." Derek finished his meal and the plates were cleared away. The men lingered over the royal burgundy. Derek felt quiet warm. He rolled up his sleeves exposing the powerfully bulging muscles of his mighty arms. The rest of the diners gawked at Derek. Alain watched the excitement with a sardonic smirk. "My dear friend, you have certainly made yourself the cynosure of all eyes in this room." Derek leant back in his chair, which creaked under his weight. He could feel people's eyes on the bulges of his huge biceps and triceps muscles. The men at the nearby table spoke quite excitedly. Derek: << Where's the toilet in this joint? >> Hal drew a mental map for him. Derek stood up from the table. All eyes in the room were fixed upon the young Hercules now. A waiter scurried up to him, eager to help. Derek informed him that he knew the way to the lavatory. The waiter looked disappointed. Hal: << Derek, mate, don't let anyone suck you off or indulge in any sexual activity with you. That little waiter is keen to get his hands on you. It would queer things up horribly if anything happened, so please refrain, I ask you. >> <+ OK. +> Alain breathed a sigh of relief with Derek's assent. Derek's trip to the lavatory proceeded without incident. As he returned to his seat, the sweets course arrived. Alain had ordered fraises Romanoff, strawberries in Grand Marnier. For Derek was a souffle Rothschild, a souffle with glace fruit and fresh sweet strawberries. The accompanying wine was a Mittelheimer Edelmann Riesling Trockenbeerenauslese of 1881 vintage. This extraordinary wine quite overshadowed the deserts that were symphonic creations in themselves. The wine was like a splendid arch raised over the deserts. Derek and Alain partook of their sumptuous repast in silent enjoyment and a measured pace. Derek finished and leant back in his chair that creaked under his 135-kilogram weight. Derek: << Way to go, man. >> "I am gratified that you found your meal here satisfactory," said Alain. "Satisfactory!? I think it was brilliant. It must be the best feed I've had in a very long time. Thank you indeed." Alain inclined his head in acknowledgment. "My pleasure." The final course was served. This was petits fours with coffee and an excellent Delamain cognac. There were also nuts and yet more strawberries as well. When they were close to having finished their meal, three well- dressed and made-up young women came bouncing up to the table. One put her arm around Derek who showed a distinct lack of interest. Alain: << Cocottes, or prostitutes if you like. They're expensive, about 100 francs a pop or 1000 francs a night. >> "No, thank you," said Derek to the girl with his arm around him. Alain looked at the three girls slyly. "I don't think you will get far with him," he said to them. "He has never had to pay for sex in his life and I doubt that he will start tonight." "He is such a handsome fellow with such big muscles. Surely he should have some exercise." "The poor man is quite tired. He has travelled all the way from Australia. He arrived on the train from Marseille this evening. There were some unchaperoned young ladies on the train as well and they were all demanding his attentions. He was very busy today." The cocottes giggled gaily. "Oh those lucky ladies! But fancy giving themselves away for free!" "But he is so beautiful," said another. "Surely you could raise one more," said the first looking into Derek's face. "It has been a long trip and I am quite tired" said Derek with mild irritation. "I look forward to a quiet and restful night." "You speak French," exclaimed the third cocotte to Derek with amazement. "But you are from Australia, are you not?" "I am." "Did you see much of the countryside today from the train?" simpered the first. Derek ignored the question. The three cocottes left the table giggling and looking back at Derek. They met up with another larger group of young women and the whole group were giggling frantically and looking at Derek. Derek: << You bastard! You've dropped me right in it. >> Alain grinned mischievously. He whispered, "Those young cocottes are going to get a lot of mileage from the powerful and lusty young Australian who went through a trainload of young women." The young women dispersed into groups of two and three and started working the other tables. The buzz of conversation increased. Many of the diners were looking at Derek who felt a little self-conscious. Alain called for the bill. He left a gold fifty franc coin with the account. That included a generous tip. Derek slung his jacket over his shoulder and the two left the table. As they walked to the exit, Derek was acutely aware of all the diners' eyes feasting on his huge muscles. The buzz of conversation increased to a higher pitch and Derek perceived that they were all talking about him. Derek was happy to reach the cool air outside. He slapped Alain's shoulder playfully. << You utter bastard. You really enjoyed that. >> "They are getting a lot of enjoyment from the story the cocottes are spreading about the mighty young Hercules from Australia going through a trainload of young women on the journey up from Marseille," Alain said gleefully. "I really did enjoy that." Derek grinned happily. He was happy to be outside in the fresh air. He did not care that people stared at him as he and Alain strode along the footpath to Alain's apartment. Life was good despite Hal's little pranks. Upstairs in the apartment the gaslights were glowing invitingly. Derek cast his dinner jacket over a chair and stripped off his clothes, which immediately vanished to Somewhere Else. He stood naked before Alain, who made his clothes disappear then transformed himself quickly back into the massively muscular Hal whom Derek knew and loved. Derek swept up Hal in his arms and enveloped him in a joyful bear hug. They kissed passionately and their sexual excitement mounted. They raced off to the master bedroom and jumped onto Hal's ornate four-poster bed. Hal rolled onto his back, wrapped his arms around Derek's neck and his legs around Derek's waist. He pressed his anus against Derek's mighty and steely hard erect penis. Derek needed no further invitation and thrust his penis into Hal's willingly opening arsehole. Derek's long sweeping strokes into Hal's bowels brought them both swiftly to orgasm. They roared in the intensity of the fiery orgasm that enfolded them both. They frantically clasped each other in their powerfully muscled arms as their mighty and robust bodies locked in spasm together. Joyfully Derek pumped great quantities of his spunk deep into Hal's body as Hal groaned with the utmost pleasure and delight. Hal's own penis squirted his semen all over his and Derek's chests, lubricating them both slickly. Hal had been looking forward to this. He had been wanting Derek for most of the evening and now that he had Derek filling his arse with his huge penis, he was flooded with joy and gladness. The interlinked bifocal orgasm continued on and on. Finally the orgasmic pleasure wound down to an end and the two lovers fell asleep happily in each other's arms. Derek awoke with the morning sunlight streaming through the half- opened curtains into the bedroom. Hal was still blissfully sound asleep in Derek's arms. He was snoring gently. Derek's now limp cock had fallen out of Hal's arsehole during the night. Derek lay half upon Hal's sleeping form and ran a finger through the hair on Hal's tremendously thick and powerful pectoral muscles. He looked into Hal's sleeping mind but nothing was happening in there. Hal was quiet all over. Derek looked at Hal's face with the brown beard and long brown hair straying across the pillow. All trace of the grey had gone. Derek loved Hal. He snuggled into the sleeping body with his arms wrapped around it as he half lay upon it. He rested his head on Hal's shoulder and thought about the previous night. He and Hal had both enjoyed themselves tremendously. It had been a truly excellent meal and Hal had thoroughly amused himself by telling the cocottes about Derek's fictional adventures on the train from Marseille. After a while Hal stirred and awoke. His liquid brown eyes looked loving into Derek's. They kissed. Hal ran his hand affectionately through Derek's hair. There was no doubt about the love Hal and Derek had for each other. Hal: << Breakfast? >> <+ OK. +> << Do you want a French loaf and croissants? Do you mind getting them from the patisserie just down the street? >> << Yep. >> Derek was bubbling over with happiness. They got up and Hal produced some clothes for Derek. The top was a sleeveless tank top with horizontal blue and white stripes while the trousers were of a light grey material with a black leather belt. There was a black pair of boots as well. Derek put them all on in a flash. Hal: << You look perfect. >> Derek looked at himself in the mirror. He looked fine. Hal gave him a handful of small change. Derek skipped out the door of the apartment and slid down the banister to the ground floor. He vaulted athletically over the banister post at the bottom and skipped exuberantly out the door. It was a beautiful spring morning in Paris and, full of joy, he danced and skipped along the footpath. He made a prodigious leap upwards and just tipped an overhanging sign enough to set it swinging. He was overflowing with happiness and quite unconcerned by the stares of the passers by. He reached the patisserie. From the entrance came the delicious smells of baking pastries. There were a few people in the shop but Derek did not mind waiting. Everyone turned and looked at the handsome and powerful young man who came breezing in. The young ladies serving in the shop were quick to fulfil the needs of the other customers and all four vied to serve Derek. He ordered a long loaf of French bread and a dozen croissants. One of the girls picked his accent incorrectly as an American. He told them he was Australian and the girls were fascinated by this magnificent and exotic specimen from so far away. Other customers came into the shop so the girls were obliged to attend to them. Derek gambolled out of the shop with the French loaf and the croissants under his arms. He ran back to the apartment and took the stairs three at a time up to the apartment. Hal was just inspecting the contents of the ice-chest and thinking about breakfast so Derek put his purchases in the oven to keep warm. He announced that it was such a nice day he would go for a fly. Hal: << Fine by me. >> Derek skipped out the door of the apartment and flew up the stairwell to the entrance onto the balcony on the roof. From there he took off and soared high up into the sky over Paris where he could see the entire city spread out like a tabletop model below him. He could see a steam train leaving the Gare du Nord. Using his telepathic sense he saw that it was heading to Belgium and Holland. Derek felt elated. He was soaring higher than an eagle up among the clouds. The air was hazy so he could not see as far as he liked. He flew higher still, well above the cloud layer, higher than any lark, until he reached the stratosphere. Paris was visible far below him through the haze on the ground. He could see far out over the rich green cloud-speckled countryside of France. He could see silvery glint of the English Channel over in the northwest. Beyond that he could see the faint smudge of the English coast 250 kilometres away. Hal announced that breakfast was ready. Derek shot downward like a striking falcon and landed on the balcony on the rooftop of the apartment building. When he arrived in the apartment breakfast was ready. It was a good meal and they were sitting at the dining room table. Hal: << You and I have been having a lot of fun together. >> Derek grinned. << We sure have. That was a great meal and a great fuck we had last night, thank you. >> << My pleasure. Thank you. Today when we get back to Ringtail Springs in the year 2001, I'd better start pumping more knowledge into that beautiful head of yours. >> ----------------------------- To be continued in Chapter 3. -----------------------------