Date: Sun, 30 May 2004 13:52:10 +1000 (EST)
From: "[iso-8859-1] Wombat" <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #21' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc Biker ) [ 21 ! 50 ]

The Old Valley Road Hotel.

By Wombat.
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Any constructive comments are appreciated.
I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'.
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Chapter 3.  Education and Induction.

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Part 21: Derek goes to Town.
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Derek drove down Brown's Hill Road into Ringtail Springs in his blue
Mitsubishi Pajero four-wheel-drive wagon.  As he reached the
outskirts, he looked out over the town nestling in the valley towards
the mountains of the Snowy Mountain Range and the Brindabella Range
to the south and east.  The buildings shone in the mellow light of
the morning sun.

At the northern edge of the town where the road divided and became
High Street the town's war memorial stood at the northern end of the
wide median strip of High Street where it intersected with Sydney
Street.  The memorial itself was a white stone statue of a World War
I Digger in an army uniform and slouch hat standing with rifle
reversed.  Around the plinth were inscribed the names of the local
men who had gone to fight in World Wars I and II.  A cross marked the
names who had sacrificed their lives.

The first stop on Derek's shopping expedition was at the newsagent.
It had been several weeks since Derek last had been into the town and
he wondered if people would recognise him.  His big, powerfully
muscled new body would be sure to attract attention.  However, Hal
had shown him how to influence people's memories of him so that they
would not too astounded by the enormous change in his physique that
had occurred in such a short space of time.  Only a week had passed
since Hal had arrived in his life with such an impact.  Now it was
time for Derek to venture out into the outside world.

It was a beautiful mild morning with a promise of warmth later in the
day.  Derek was lightly dressed in a white close fitting T-shirt that
showed off his splendidly muscular arms and torso to perfection, a
tight fitting pair of thin blue cotton shorts.  His magnificent
thighs and calves were bare except for the dark blue socks and heavy
black hiking boots he wore.  He squared his broad powerful shoulders
and thrust them back into his seat.  He felt really good and potent
and powerful this morning.  After he and Wolf had got back to the
garage after the glorious round of sex on the slippery dip in High
Street, he had several tremendous rounds of sex with the other guys,
Wolf, Kevin, Andy, Paul, Peter, Big Dick and Hal.  His cock, his
arsehole, in fact his whole body felt deliciously well used.  His
muscles still throbbed with pleasure.

Derek pulled up under a tree outside the post office and newsagency.
The substantial stone building with an ornate clock tower had been
built in the nineteenth century on the corner of High Street and
Denison Street.  It had been the town's post office but Australia
Post had sold it off and it had been converted to the town's combined
newsagency and post office agency.

High Street was busy with people doing their Friday morning shopping.
When he got out of his four-wheel-drive, his telepathic sense picked
up the amazement of the people going past as they gawked at his
incredible body.  His great big muscles felt good as he walked to the
shop.  He almost swaggered into the newsagency and post office.

Inside, a group of teenagers were standing at the magazine racks in
the main hall leafing through magazines.  The girls were from a posh
girls school on Sydney's North Shore and they were staying at their
parents' houses after the finish of the school year.  They considered
muscles most uncool that year, so they pretended not to take any
notice of Derek.  That did not stop them making sidelong glances at
him as he walked past.  Their boyfriends were desperate not to show
too much interest in Derek for fear of losing face in front of the
girls.  However, Derek could sense them covertly staring at him as he
strode past to the shop counter.

The middle-aged couple owning the newsagency, Phil and Liz Nelson,
stood behind the counter and stared without recognition at the big,
devilishly handsome and heavily muscled stranger striding towards
them.  Derek could feel their apprehension with his telepathic sense.
He flicked their minds with a message, a mind glyph, of whom he was
and at the same time tweaked their memories of him to his more
muscular self as Hal had taught him.

"G'day!  How'r'ya goin'?  Any mail for me today?" he asked cheerfully
as if nothing was wrong.

Liz Nelson was the first to recover.

"My God, Derek!" she exclaimed.  "So that's what you've been hiding
under those daggy baggy old khaki overalls of yours all this time!  I
just didn't recognise you like that!"

She came out from behind the counter and circled Derek cooing with
admiration.

"Oh my God, Derek!  You look absolutely fantastic!  You have a most
magnificent physique!  I just cannot believe that you have been
hiding that beautiful body inside those awful old overalls of yours."

Derek grinned.  She recognised him all right.  He was conscious of
the teenage girls in the shop looking at the middle-aged proprietress
with undisguised horror.  She was just so uncool.

Liz ran her hands over his arm and gently squeezed his biceps.

"I just love muscles," she sighed.  "Derek, you're a really hot hunk
of spunk and you are terribly handsome.  You can put your shoes under
my bed any time, gorgeous."

Derek grinned cheekily.  Liz just about swooned.  From the counter
Phil looked over his glasses at Liz and Derek.

"Hey, Liz, steady on, old girl," he said.

"Aw, Phil, don't be like that," complained Liz.

Phil looked directly at Derek.

"Are you any relation to Brigadier William Powers, now Major General
Powers?" he asked.

Derek looked at him a little surprised by the change in subject.  He
was also conscious of Hal's mind taking in the situation in the
newsagency.  Dear old Hal.  He was just keeping a telepathic eye on
Derek.

Hal: << Don't worry.  Phil had been reading the paper when you came
in.  He's meaning to ask you about it and here you are, being chatted
up by his tipsy wife. >> - <+ Laughter +>

"Yeah.  He's my father," Derek replied to Phil's question.  "Has he
been promoted again?"

Phil showed Derek the newspaper he was reading.  "It says here in the
'Australian' that he has just been promoted to Major General.  Look,
here's his photo.  There's quite an article on him here too.  He
sounds quite a big shot, being the Australian military attache in
Washington and all that.  And here's his son, rusticating here in
Ringtail Springs.  There's an article on your father in the 'Canberra
Times' too.  Do you know when he'll be coming back to Australia?"

"No," was Derek's reply.

Derek smiled at Phil and read the newspaper article quickly.  Liz
brushed her hands over Derek's muscles as she went past Derek to
behind the counter.  Derek noticed that her breath smelled strongly
of Minties.

Hal was in telepathic contact with Derek continually.

Hal: << So your father has made it into the papers.  Well, fancy
that!  By the way you noticed old Lizzie's breath stinks of mint.
It's just to hide the fact that she needs a few sweet sherries to get
going in the morning and be nice to the customers.  Phil's learned
over the years that she's better a bit pissed than sober. >>

Phil busied himself at the back of the shop.  Derek checked on his
mind and found that Phil was looking for Derek's mail.  It had been
four or five weeks since Derek had last been in.  Phil was having
difficulty remembering where it was.

Liz leant over the counter and looked into Derek's eyes.

"Jesus, you're gorgeous, Derek," she said.  "You seem to really have
come out of your shell.  You're a real mystery man."

Even though she was a bit drunk, she was perceptive.

"Liz," Phil called out.  "Do you remember where Derek's mail is?"

Liz hummed and hawed but Phil found the slim bundle of mail, brought
it over and handed it to Derek.

"There's a letter for you from a woman," said Liz.  "It's been here
for weeks."

"My sister, very likely."

"You're a dark one!"

Derek purchased a copy each of the 'Australian' and the 'Canberra
Times' and left the shop.

Leaning against his four-wheel-drive in the car park he looked at his
mail.  There were a couple of bills, a couple of pieces of
advertising junk mail and a letter from his sister, which he opened
and read quickly.

He continued leaning against the Pajero pretending to read his
sister's letter.  He was conscious of Liz gazing at him through the
post office window.  The old lush was lusting after him.  Other
people stared at the really powerful and good-looking muscleman as
they walked past.

Next stop was the supermarket.  It was in an old building over on the
other side of the car park.  Once upon a time it had been a picture
theatre but now it had been reincarnated as a supermarket.

People stared at Derek's muscular broad-shouldered form as he strode
towards the supermarket.  He was certainly attracting a lot of
attention.  He saw no one he knew though.  There appeared to be a lot
of weekenders and other strangers about in the town.  It could be
because he rarely came into the town.  He had come to know only a few
of the local people in the two years he had lived in Ringtail
Springs.  He was glad of the warm friendly telepathic contact with
Hal, Wolf, Peter, Paul, Andy, Kevin and Big Dick back at the garage.

Inside the supermarket he grabbed a trolley and started filling it
with groceries.  Big Dick and Hal between them had worked out what
was needed and Big Dick had created a list that he held in his mind
for Derek's attention.

As he went around the aisles he was aware of attracting a lot of
attention from the other people in the shop.  With his telepathic
sense he was picking up comments like "Look at those huge muscles",
"Who's he?", "What a freak!", "I haven't seen him around before",
"He's beautiful", "I'll bet he's really up himself" and "He's bloody
enormous but he's awfully good looking".

Progressing further into the supermarket he detected a mind that he
recognised.  It was Scott Reeves in the next aisle.  He was helping
his mother do the Friday morning shopping.  At the moment his mother
was talking to another woman a couple of aisles away and Scott had
drifted away with the supermarket trolley.  He did not like the woman
his mother was talking to and he was feeling surly and irritable.

Hal: << Now is your chance to wow him with those magnificent muscles
of yours. >>

With a tingle of excitement Derek rounded the end of shelves into the
next aisle and quietly looked at Scott who was looking at the shelves
without seeing.  Scott had with him a trolley full of groceries.  At
the moment he was not a happy man.  His mouth was turned down and he
was sullen and unhappy.  Scott was a strongly built, broad shouldered
young man of seventeen years old who had a very handsome, square
jawed face with black curly hair hanging down over beautiful blue
eyes.  He stood 6'2" (188 cm) tall, a little taller than Derek, and
weighed in at 220 lb (100 kg) of solid muscle.  He was proud of his
18" (45 cm) biceps.

Derek had lusted after Scott for months, particularly after Derek had
chucked out Mark, his previous boyfriend, but he had been too afraid
to make a move previously.  Scott really liked Derek a lot.

Derek approached Scott who looked up and stared at the fantastically
built muscle man coming towards him.  Scott recognised him almost
straight away.  His face lit up with pleasure at seeing Derek.  Derek
tried to tweak Scott's memory of him to make Scott remember him as
being a much more muscular man but Scott knew Derek too well for the
tweak to stick.  He remembered Derek as being rather a hunky man of
183 lb (83 kg) and 5'10" (178 cm) tall but who was much smaller that
he is now.  He experienced Derek's attempted tweak of his memory as a
moment of doubt that surely Derek can't have been that small then
only three weeks ago.  His strong mind rejected the tweak, as he knew
perfectly well that Derek certainly was that small then.  Something
miraculous must have happened to Derek in the meantime.  Derek even
looked to be several inches taller than he was before.  He looked
quite different, better looking as well.  Even his dark brown hair
was longer.  It came down over his eyes and it shone in the lights.

Scott's eyes widened in wonder as he looked over Derek's massively
strong form.  Derek gave a friendly smile.

"G'day, mate," said Derek cheerfully in his baritone voice.
"How'r'ya goin'?  Haven't seen you around for a while."

"God, Derek, you're huge!" exclaimed Scott.  "Where did you get those
incredible muscles?"

"Out of a Weeties packet."

"No, seriously.  Those muscles are real, aren't they?"

Derek grinned.  "They sure are."

"Christ, Derek, you look really hot and sexy.  Fuck, you're a really
hunky muscle stud."

Derek inwardly was surprised but he maintained his easy, cheerful
manner.  This was gay talk.  Scott was lusting after him and was
coming close to admitting it.

"Thanks, mate, for the compliments," said Derek with a grin.

"Tell me really, how did you get those huge muscles?  You weren't
that big a few weeks ago.  I know."

Derek was in a quandary for a second.  He was conscious of Hal and
his six friends telepathically in contact with him.  Thoughts buzzed
rapidly around between them and an array of ideas was set up as a
guide to what Derek should say.

Derek tapped the side of his nose and winked.

"Unorthodox methods, you know," he said dropping his voice.  "I can't
say much now."

Derek was conscious of the other people near by staring at them as
well as Scott's mother in the next aisle.

"Unorthodox methods?" asked Scott softly.  "Can I get into that too?
I would do anything to have huge muscles like yours.  It would be
really fantastic."

"Well, I'm not able to do anything now but I'm going to learn how to
teach people how to do it."

"Ripper!  It'd be great if you could teach me.  You are absolutely
huge.  How big are you, like, how big are your biceps, for instance?"

"24 inches".

Derek flexed both arms in a truly spectacular double biceps pose.
Scott's eyes widened in wonder.  The other people gawked.

"Christ, you're huge!" Scott exclaimed.  "What about the rest of
you?"

Derek gave him the details, weight 300 pounds (135 kg), height 6'1"
and a bit (186 cm), chest 60 inches (152 cm) and so on.  Scott was
truly amazed.

"How did you get into this?  You were heaps smaller before."

"A mate of mine turned up and showed me how.  Look, Scott, please do
me a favour, and don't say anything to anyone.  You are the only
person in this town who knows me that well.  Most people don't
realise that I've grown so quickly.  They just think I'm a big fellow
who's been hiding his body in baggy old overalls.  You know
different.  It's our secret."

Scott agreed readily to keep Derek's secret.  Derek sent a mind glyph
into Scott's mind to reinforce the need for secrecy.  Not only that,
it also made Scott feel valued and needed.  His mood lifted.  Scott
would not tell anyone.  He felt proud and important that Derek had
trusted him with such a tremendous secret and he would never betray
Derek's trust.

Derek was aware that Scott's mother had managed to extricate herself
as politely as possible from the other woman and was now looking for
her errant son.

Veronica Reeves came round from the next aisle and spied her son.  As
she approached, she looked curiously at the sinfully handsome and
muscular young man that her son was talking to.  He looked familiar.

When she came up to them, Scott said, "Mum, you remember Derek
Powers, don't you?"

Derek telepathically tweaked her memory so that she remembered him as
a big, very handsome and muscular young man.

"Yes, of course I do.  How do you do, Derek?"

Veronica was an attractive, nicely built woman who looked to be in
her late thirties.  Her long straight blonde hair was tied back into
a ponytail.  She was wearing a bright blue short sleeved and low cut
blouse that matched her blue eyes along with white slacks and
sandals.  It occurred to Derek that she must be older than she looked
as her eldest son was in his mid twenties.

Derek looked her up and down with interest.  His eyes lingered on her
cleavage for just a fraction of a second too long.  She cleared her
throat.  Derek looked up and met her bright blue eyes.  He grinned
sheepishly and coloured slightly.  It was an excellent act.  Veronica
did not know whether to be insulted or flattered by the attention she
received from this beautiful specimen of a muscleman who shone with
health.  She decided to be flattered and smiled sweetly at Derek who
grinned back cheerfully.

He's a bold one, she thought to herself.  But he is so incredibly
gorgeous.  She noticed that he had really lovely brown eyes.  With
his longish shining dark brown hair and glowing shiny skin with a
rich golden tan, he really was tall, dark and handsome.

"How's Chrissie Watson?" Scott asked her flippantly.

Veronica rolled her eyes.  "She is so concerned by other people's
troubles," she said.

Scott snorted.  "You mean she's an old stickybeak who loves a good
gossip.  Fancy being worried about whether Mrs Biggs rinses out her
milk cartons before she puts them out in the garbage bin.  I couldn't
stand her yakking on any longer."

"When one is the mayor's wife, one has to be polite to all one's
husband's constituents, however tedious they may be.  Besides, she's
one of Max's mother's friends."  She looked meaningfully at Derek,
who perceived that she thought Mrs Watson utterly boring.  Derek was
much more interesting.

She turned to Scott.  "Well, young man, we'd better get this lot of
goodies and tuck back home to feed the hungry horde.  It's nice to
see you again, Derek.  You're welcome to drop in for a meal any
time."

Derek thanked her.  Veronica and Scott walked off.  As they reached
the end of the aisle, Scott looked back with a wistful look of
longing and admiration on his face.  Derek grinned back at him and
gave him the thumbs up.

<< God, he's so cute and fuckable. >> Derek thought.

God: << YES, HE CERTAINLY IS.  AND HE HAS OTHER DESIRABLE QUALITIES
TOO.  LET ME REMIND YOU THAT YOUR PATIENCE WILL BE WELL REWARDED. >>

Derek finished off the shopping and wheeled his trolley to the
checkout.  Maree was the checkout chick today and she chatted happily
to Derek while she put his shopping through the till.  Derek tweaked
her memory of him as well.  She knew him quite well as he shopped
there many times over the past two years.  However, she had always
seen him before wearing baggy clothes and overalls that were many
sizes too big.  She was most excited to see Derek showing his
magnificently muscular body.  She had not realised that he was so
handsome a hunk but she always thought he was really sweet.

She was a good-hearted girl, overweight but really nice and
understanding.  She was in her mid twenties and lived with her
parents in the town.  When Derek had shopped at the supermarket
previously, she had always a friendly word for him.

With the supermarket shopping stowed away in the Pajero, Derek drove
round to the butcher shop in Denison Street almost opposite the
police station.  As he got out of his vehicle, Derek checked on the
mind of the policeman.  He was still sound asleep.  Hopefully, the
likes of Mrs Chrissie Watson will leave him alone a while longer yet.

As usual on a Friday morning, the butcher shop was full of people
waiting to get their fresh country killed meat for the weekend.
Derek knew none of the customers inside.  Most of them were either
weekenders or holiday makers with only a few of the locals amongst
them.  The three staff serving were frantically busy rushing from one
customer to the next.

Derek stood calmly at the back of the shop and watched while he
waited to be served.  Other people turned and stared at the
magnificently built muscleman who had come into their midst.  Derek
tweaked the memories of two of the staff members, the young assistant
butcher and the old butcher's married daughter who was helping out.
The dour old butcher, Mr Plumrose, did not appear to have any memory
of Derek at all and Derek's tweak did not register.

Derek caught the eye of the young assistant butcher, Ian Kirk, who
looked at him wonderingly with raised eyebrows, but Ian was busy with
a customer.  Ian was a tall slim good-looking young man with short
spiked dark red hair and a broad open friendly face.  His long-limbed
body was lean, muscular and hard and he was a little bit taller than
Derek.  Previously, he had always had a friendly chat with Derek when
he was not busy.  Now he 'knew' what kind of body Derek had been
hiding under those baggy khaki overalls and he was very impressed.
His mind was full of questions that he wanted to ask Derek.

More people came into the butcher shop after Derek.  It was getting
crowded.  Derek noticed that Ian was pacing himself serving the
waiting customers so that he would be the one that would serve Derek.
He started considering how he would answer Ian's questions.  Ian
would very much like to slap on more muscle himself.  And Derek was a
hellishly handsome guy.

Ian finally finished with the last customer before Derek and nodded
to Derek.

"Can I help you?" he asked Derek.

Derek felt steely aggression from a blonde woman who had arrived
after Derek.

"Excuse me!  I was here before you!"

The blonde woman, who was dressed in a black skivvy and black jeans,
pushed up to the counter.  Derek turned to her and held out his arm
indicating the counter.

"Be my guest," he said lazily.

She looked Derek over, impressed by his body.  He felt her eyes
linger on his massive pectorals and arms.  He perceived a flash of
frustration and anger from Ian who was keen to talk to Derek.

Half a minute later, Mr Plumrose was ready to serve Derek.

"Can I help you, sir?"  The old butcher's voice was flat.

"Good morning, Mr Plumrose.  How are you?"

"Well, thank you.  And you?"

"Fine, thanks."

There was no trace of any recognition or familiarity in his manner.
It was as if Mr Plumrose had never seen Derek before.  Derek noted
that something was not right with Plumrose's mind.  There seemed to
be gaps and things were not functioning smoothly.  It was like a car
engine that was missing on a cylinder or two.

Lauren Bletchley, his daughter, looked up from wrapping her
customer's parcel and said, "Dad, you remember Derek, don't you?  He
lives up at the old hotel on Valley Road."

Lauren certainly did recognise Derek and she really liked the look of
him now that he had shed those baggy overalls.  She had married one
of the Bletchleys of Bletchley Park, a well-known Merino sheep stud
in the district.  Since her mother had died, she often helped out in
the butcher shop.  It was easier now that her children were at
University in Sydney.  She worried a little about her father; he
seemed to be becoming quite forgetful and irritable these days.

Hal: << The old boy is suffering from the early stages of Alzheimer's
disease.  He's realised that his memory is not as good as it used to
be, so he keeps lists of everything he needs to do.  He's obsessional
and rigid and that keeps him going.  He's got a number of years yet
before the wheels fall off his wagon, provided he does not do
anything stupid. >>

Derek decided to make things easier for the old man, got a pen and
piece of paper from him and wrote out the list of his meat order on
it.  He watched as Plumrose went off with list in hand to fill the
order.  The old man internally was grateful for Derek's consideration
but he did not show it.

Meanwhile, Ian was having a frustrating time with the blonde woman
who had pushed in front of Derek.  She was having one of these posh
cute little dinner parties and required small cuts of many and varied
different types of meats.  Ian was getting surlier and surlier as he
went about the shop obtaining her requirements.  Every now and then
he would catch Derek's eye.

Derek had ordered a quantity of steak, chops and sausages.  It did
not take Mr Plumrose long to get everything together.  He heaved all
the meat up onto the counter.

"What are you doing, feeding an army?"  Plumrose was more
conversational now.

"Something like that.  I've got some friends over and we're having a
barbecue for lunch."

"Good.  I hope you all enjoy yourselves."  The dour old butcher
actually cracked a smile.  He liked Derek.

Ian's ears pricked up when he heard Derek say he was having a
barbecue with some friends.  He was surprised to hear that Derek had
any friends.  However, his blonde customer was keeping him busy as
she asked him for the items from her list one by one.  He was tempted
to check out Derek's barbecue later on but he was going out to a
party in Cootamundra that evening after work with his girlfriend
Agnetha McBride, Cynthia McBride's elder sister.

His shopping finished, Derek drove up the hill back to the garage.
His friends took only a few seconds to unload the purchases from
Derek's four-wheel-drive and put them away in the kitchen end of the
garage loft.

Hal: << Derek, you certainly wowed them in Ringtail Springs. >>

Wolf: << There's quite an interesting lot of people. >>

Kevin: << Scott looks a handsome hunk of muscle.  I can see why you
fancy him. >>

Derek: << He is very fuckable.  I would really like to have a fuck
with him. >>

The others grinned.

Wolf: << Why don't you go back in time and have a fuck with him,
Derek? >>

Derek: << Won't that stir things up? >>

Peter: << Whatever you do in the past cannot affect the present, the
now, because it is in a different time-line.  When you go back in
time, you cause a stub time-line to fork off from the main time-line
and that stub time-line cannot connect with the present.  Whatever
happens back then in the stub cannot have any effect now.  It's an
irrevocable law of the Universe.  That's the way God designed the
Universe. >>

Big Dick: << There is an important consideration, however.  If you do
go back, you cannot get Scott to become a superman.  God will simply
not accept him because he is a duplicate of the real Scott.  That is
God's Law, His policy if you like.  And if you made Scott telepathic,
it would be an awfully cruel thing to do.  He would be stuck in the
stub time-line knowing that he and the rest of his duplicated world
are going to disappear out of existence as soon as you depart from
his stub time-line.  You hold the stub time-line in existence while
you are there.  So, Derek, you must not make Scott or anybody a
telepath when you go back in time.  You must understand this. >>

Derek understood and agreed.  He started to think that going back in
time to have sex with Scott was not such a good idea.

Hal: << Look, it will be all right provided you don't make him
telepathic.  It might be interesting for you see what happens when
you stir things up by having sex with him.  I think it may be a
useful learning experience. >>

Peter: << We've got an hour or two before we need to get the barbecue
going.  Why don't we kill a bit of time and go back now? >>

Derek: << We?  What, you lot as well? >>

Peter: << Why not?  You go back time and have heaps of sex with Scott
and we'll tag along and watch.  We'll become disembodied spirits so
Scott won't know we're there.  We'll just float around the rafters
and watch you and Scott make sweet music together.  It'll be fun. >>

Derek laughed.  << You bloody voyeurs! >>

Big Dick: << Don't worry, mate.  We'll stay out of the way and we
won't bother you.  Anyway, if things get tricky, you may be glad to
have us around to help out.  If we don't go back with you, we'll stay
here and now in the main time-line.  You would have to jump back to
now to get hold of us if you needed us as we'll be in the future that
doesn't exist in that time-line.  That may be difficult. >>

Derek: << OK.  You've convinced me.  When do you reckon would be a
good time for me to go back to? >>

Hal: << Why not that Sunday afternoon about three weeks ago when
Scott came around here hoping to have a fuck with you?  He was very
keen then, I remember.  You went back to that time and fucked your
earlier self because little Derek felt so angry, frustrated and
miserable. >>

Derek: << Sounds good to me. >>

Hal: << I'll offer you a further piece of advice.  You tried to tweak
Scott's memory of you when he saw you in the supermarket, but he
rejected the tweak because he knew perfectly well that you are a hell
of a lot bigger than you were when he last saw you.  He knows you
well and he was astounded by your increase in size and muscularity.
He knew it was not natural and you did very well to reinforce with
him the need for secrecy.  What I suggest you do is decrease your
size to closer to what you were back then.  I reckon you should be
the same height as you were then but I see no harm in you having
about ten or so kilograms more muscle on you than you did.  You don't
want to be so big that you can't tweak his memory of you.  When you
are too big you would need to use a modified mind glitch on Scott,
which is a far more heavy-duty instrument and you don't have enough
experience to use that yet. >>

Derek sighed.  He really liked his beautiful and massively powerful
new body.

Hal: << Don't worry.  You'll look really hunky with only ten or
twenty extra kilograms of muscle on what you had before.  And keep
your current gorgeous looks.  Your face is not much different to what
it was before.  That shouldn't cause a problem.  You'll look really
fantastic.  Scott will be just about coming in his pants when he lays
eyes on you.  Trust me. >>

<< OK.  You're right as usual.  I'll change now. >>

They were standing at the kitchen end of the loft.  Derek made his
clothes vanish, then decreased the size of his body from the 300-
pound (135-kg) muscle monster he was to a 240-pound (110-kg) hunk,
still 55 pounds (25 kg) heavier that he had been originally.  His
height diminished from 6'1" (186 cm) to his original height of 5'10"
(178 cm).  He was a lot chunkier and more muscular that he was before
but not so much that he would not be able to tweak Scott's memory.
His shoulders were broad and muscular, his arms were thick and
powerful, his full-bellied biceps measured 20" (50 cm), his deep,
broad chest was 51" (130 cm) with thick, fat, hard slabs of pectoral
muscles, his torso tapered down in a convex V-shape to his slim and
well-muscled waist that measured 28" (71 cm) with a spectacular
abdominal eight-pack, his muscular thighs measured 26" (66 cm).  His
strong, robust body was trim and hard with no visible fat.  He
reduced the length of his hair from the mop-top to the crew cut it
had been before.  Lastly, he reduced the size of his erect penis from
the 18" (45 cm) monster to a more reasonable length of 10" (25 cm)
and circumference of 7" (18 cm).

Peter wolf-whistled.  << Ver-r-ry nice! >>

Andy: << You're seriously hunky. >>

Kevin: << You still look spectacularly muscular but really nice and
trim. >>

At Hal's suggestion, Derek made his skin shiny and smooth and almost
oily.  He then fabricated around himself a tight-fitting blue pair of
overalls made of a thin but tough, very stretchy, body-hugging
material that was like Lycra but was not.  The sleeves were rolled up
high showing off the big strong muscles of his upper arms.  The
press-studs were left undone down his front to his belly button.  The
finishing touch was the pair of big, black leather, calf-length work
boots.  The others approved.  Derek was a really hot hunk.

Hal: << It shows off your glorious bubble butt to perfection. >>

The other seven supermen were naked.  The eight of them linked arms
in a circle and they jumped back in time together.  With Hal's help
Derek guided them back along his time-line to that afternoon about
three weeks ago when Scott came around to see Derek wondering what it
would be like to have sex with him.  They watched the scene at the
kitchen end of the loft where Scott and Derek were having a cup of
coffee together.

The loft was a lot messier then.  The smaller version of Derek was
sitting at the kitchen end having coffee with Scott.  Little Derek
was wearing the blue overalls with the slit in the seat seam.  The
overalls were open down to his navel exposing his lean and muscular
chest and abdomen.  His sleeves were rolled up high exposing his
lean, muscular 15" arms and he was wearing his big, black leather,
calf-length work boots.  Scott sat opposite Derek.  The big, husky
and muscular young man looked gorgeous with his black curly hair
hanging down over his bright blue eyes.  As they watched the scene
play out before him, they saw that Scott was looking at Little Derek
with big soulful eyes.  He was hoping to have sex with Derek, but
Little Derek was in no mood to cooperate.  Scott was circling around
the subject of sex but was too afraid to broach it.  Derek was not
receptive.  The circling and fencing continued with Little Derek
getting more and more irritable and curt.  This went on until Scott
put down his coffee mug with exaggerated care and announced that he
had better go home now.  Little Derek's relief was palpable.  He went
downstairs with Scott, taking care not to get too close to him.  He
saw Scott drive off in his utility and went back to his scrap iron
sculpture.

Andy: << Derek, you certainly didn't throw Scott a lifeline.  The
poor kid didn't have a chance. >>

Derek: << I didn't know any better.  The last thing I wanted then was
to get involved with Scott. >>

Little Derek stood there looking at the unfinished sculpture with his
mood getting worse and worse.  He ached with lust for Scott but he
did not dare start anything with him.  He was seething with
frustration both sexual and on account of his inability to continue
with his sculpture.  After a while he threw down the welding rod and
the mask, switched off the welder and stomped upstairs.

Inside the loft he ripped open the rest of the press-studs on the
front of his blue overalls so that the whole of his front was exposed
including his penis and balls.  He had a lean and muscular physique
then weighing 83 kilograms (183 pounds) at 178 centimetres (5'10").
He looked quite hunky and muscular.  The round curve of his pectoral
muscles showed through the open front of his overalls as did the
well-developed muscles of his abdomen.  He stood over by the smaller
mirror with the red jarrah frame and started stroking his penis,
which was already semi-hard.  He put a handful of coconut oil on it
and stroked it until it was fully hard and erect.

He got out the tube of personal lubricant, put a generous gob on his
fingers, inserted them into the slit in the seat of his overalls and
massaged his anus thoroughly until it was well lubricated with gel.

He went over to the bedside cupboard and got out the dildo.  This was
a thick tan expensive instrument about 28 cm. (11") long with a well-
defined longitudinal ridge that rotated under the soft outer skin
when the motor was turned on.  Derek walked back over to in front of
the mirror.  He grabbed a nearby stool and positioned it near the
mirror.  He switched on the motor in the dildo.  Then, while standing
in front of the mirror, he inserted the vibrating dildo through the
slit in the seam in the seat of his overalls until the head of the
dildo was resting against the pucker of his arsehole.  He let it
vibrate against his anal opening for a few seconds relishing the
stimulation.  He twisted the dildo around against his anus and made
sure that the opening was well lubricated with the gel.  Slowly he
increased the upward pressure of the dildo against his anus and
inserted the head of the dildo into his arsehole.  He kept pushing
gently and slowly worked further into his anal canal until the head
was vibrating against his prostate and the rotating spiral was
massaging his tightly stretched anal sphincters.  At the same time
with his other hand he was massaging his stiff hard penis.  He gasped
at the increase in sensory stimulation.  His orgasm was getting close
so he ceased stroking his penis, which was locked now into a steely
hard erection.  The veins that snaked over his penis stood out.  He
looked at himself in the mirror.  The front of his overalls gaped
open and all the muscles of his torso were tense and bulging.  The
veins on his muscular arms stood out.  The muscles on his 15" arms
bulged sexily.  He continued working the vibrating dildo further into
his arsehole.  He pushed it in, pulled it out then pushed it further
in, gradually working it up into his bowels.  His steel-hard, stiff
cock stood directly out in front of him like a steel bar.  From the
hole at its end dribbled a steady flow of precum.  He was
tremendously aroused.  Orgasm was close.  Finally he succeeded in
working the entire 11-inch length of the dildo up into his rectum.
He was panting with sexual tension.  He sat back on the stool pushing
the dildo a little further up into his body.  The rotating ridge of
the dildo was steadily massaging his prostate.  The whole dildo was
now inside his body.  The stimulation inside his groin and lower
bowels was intense.  His face flushed red.  Beads of sweat ran down
his face and down the front his body.  Patches of sweat appeared in
his overalls.  Very gently he stroked his stiff hard penis.  He
watched himself in the mirror.  His arms were tensed up hard and the
well-veined muscles stood out in bulges all over his arms.  His well-
rounded biceps looked really good.  The vibrating, rotating dildo
made his groin ache with congestion.  The pressure was building
steadily to unbearable levels.  His balls felt full and ready to
explode.  He clamped his pelvic muscles on the dildo and felt them
being stimulated by the rotating ridge.  He kept on stroking his
penis gently until he felt his groin start to churn.  He gave his
penis a few quick hard strokes and felt his balls and groin explode.
His hot spunk boiled up out through the base of his penis, shot up
the shaft and squirted out in thick white ropy loops all over the
mirror.  He groaned with blessed release as his body shook with the
intensity of his orgasm.  He had twenty seconds of ecstasy.  It felt
wonderful while it lasted.

Wolf: << Wow!  Scott really stirred you up, Derek. >>

Derek: << He sure did.  How do I get into the picture now?  Take over
his mind? >>

Big Dick: << Too difficult.  You've grown too far apart from your
earlier self to be able to merge with him easily. >>

Hal advised Derek to make his earlier self disappear out of
existence.  Derek was shocked at the thought of doing away with his
earlier self but the others reassured him that he would not be
murdering himself.  There would be no harm done.  Whatever he did in
the past would not affect him now and his other self would not know a
thing; he would just disappear.  Hal had caused himself to disappear
many times in stub time-lines when he wanted to replace himself in
the past.  There were never any ill effects.

The supermen travelled back along the time-line to about quarter of
an hour before Scott arrived when Little Derek was in the garage
trying to rearrange the collection of scrap iron into some sort of
arrangement to weld together into a sculpture.  They dropped into
physical space as disembodied spirits and watched Little Derek
heaving the lumps of iron around the garage floor.

With the encouragement of the others, Derek exerted his will and
caused Little Derek to wink out of existence in an instant.  Little
Derek never knew what happened.  One instant he was there, the next
he was not.  He just suddenly vanished out of existence.

Derek materialised himself physically in the empty garage.  He was
noticeably more muscular than his earlier self.  It was strange
walking around the garage as it was three weeks ago.  His Pajero
four-wheel-drive wagon was parked inside near the back door.  There
were piles of scrap metal scattered over the floor of the garage
among the old machine tools left from the time the garage was used as
an engineering workshop.

Derek floated around the garage exploring it quickly.  He remembered
it as it was, but it seemed so long ago now.  He landed back on the
garage floor, put on gloves and started heaving the lumps of scrap
iron around working up a sweat.  Everything seemed a lot lighter now
to his robust body.  He picked up a rusty old engine block and tossed
it easily across the garage floor onto the growing pile.

The rumble of a V8 motor announced the arrival of Scott Reeves.  He
swung his old orange Ford utility around the corner and parked it
behind the garage out of sight of the road.  Before he got out of his
ute, Hal sent a very sophisticated mind glyph into Scott's mind
altering his memory of Derek before he had seen him.  It was like a
very special sort of mind glitch.  Scott's recollection of Derek
became that of the ruggedly muscular man that Derek was now.

Scott walked in through the open garage door as Derek was hefting
another engine block.  Scott looked at Derek admiring his thick
powerful arms bulging from the rolled up sleeves of Derek's snug-
fitting overalls.  Veins stood out on Derek's arms and neck.  Derek
could feel Scott's eyes roving over his muscular body.

"G'day, mate.  How're things?"  Derek greeted him with a friendly
grin.

"Oh, yeah, OK, I guess."

Derek threw the engine block onto the pile of scrap iron and dusted
his gloved hands.

"I'm not getting anywhere with this bloody sculpture.  It's still
just a pile of junk.  I'm not getting anything in the way of
inspiration today."

Scott laughed.  Derek pulled off his gloves and cast them on the
bench.

"I could do with a cup of coffee," said Derek.  "Want one too?"

"Thanks, yeah."

They climbed up the stairs to the loft.  Scott sat down sprawling at
one of the tables while Derek filled the electric jug with water and
switched it on.  Scott was wearing a blue T-shirt, a brief pair of
khaki shorts that showed off his muscular thighs and well-developed
buttocks, and a scuffed pair of black leather work boots.  He was a
strongly built, broad-shouldered young man who looked a bit older
than his seventeen years.  His muscles were well developed from keen
weight lifting and working as a labourer in his father's plumbing
business.

Derek was aware of Scott looking at his powerfully muscled body with
interest.  Scott watched as Derek walked over and sat down opposite
Scott at the table.  Derek was aware of Scott's desire for him.
Scott found him very sexy but he found the thought of raising the
subject nerve-wracking.  Scott did not know that Derek was gay.

"The jug'll be a few minutes before she boils," Derek said
conversationally in his easy baritone.  His smile was open and
friendly.

"Geez, Derek, you've got really big muscles and you've oiled them up
too.  Fuck, you look fantastic."

"Thanks, mate."

"Like, how big are your biceps, for instance?"

"Twenty inches."

"Wow!  You're a seriously big hot muscle stud."

Derek gave an easy, open grin, leant back in his chair and clasped
his hands behind his head.  His big biceps bulged powerfully in a
splendid show that excited Scott.  Derek was giving Scott some
encouragement but not too much.  Scott was full of lust for Derek.
Derek was aware that his friends the seven invisible and disembodied
spirits were watching with interest and amusement.  He will give them
a show.

"God, Derek, you're really hot, like you're beautiful.  I mean you're
really hot and sexy.  I feel ..."  The words tumbled out of Scott's
mouth then faltered.

Derek's brown eyes held Scott's bright blue eyes.  Derek was
conscious of Scott's curly black hair and his handsome face.

"Scottie," said Derek with a slow, easy and sexy smile, "I almost get
the impression that you'd like to jump into the sack with me."

Scott reddened.

"Would it help if I told you I'm into manly love?" asked Derek
smiling.

"Manly love?  What's that?"

"It means I like making love to other blokes."

"You mean you're gay?"

"Well, yeah.  It's just that I think terms like gay and homosexual
don't mean anything.  A man does what he likes to do.  There's
nothing wrong with that.  And if that means having a fuck with other
men, that's quite OK."

"Do you like taking it up your arse?" asked Scott.

"You bet I do."

Scott's blue eyes were round and shining with anticipation.

"Um, then can I fuck you please?" asked Scott eagerly.

Derek grinned.  "You sure can."

Derek got up from his chair and so did Scott.  Derek put his arms
around Scott and they kissed hard and passionately.  Their hard
muscular bodies writhed together as they held each other tightly.
Scott was trembling with excitement.  Derek could feel Scott's stiff
hard cock as they ground their pelvises together.  His own cock was
stiff from rubbing against Scott's.  Derek joyfully ran his hands
over the hard muscles of Scott's powerful body.  He could feel Scott
getting close to orgasm.

They stripped off their clothes and ran over to Derek's bed.  Derek
threw himself onto it and rolled over onto his back with his knees in
the air.  Scott leapt on top of Derek and their naked bodies writhed
against each other as their lips locked together in heated passion.
They wrapped their muscular arms around each other.  Derek could feel
Scott's stiff hard cock probing clumsily against his buttocks.  He
grabbed Scott's cock with his hand.  It felt nice and fat and rock
hard.  Scott trembled.  He was close to ejaculation so Derek blocked
Scott's orgasm for the moment.

Scott broke off from the kiss and leant back up.  He held his cock
and pushed the cock head against the pucker of Derek's arsehole.
Derek relaxed the sphincters of his anus and groaned with pleasure as
Scott gave an experimental thrust and popped his cock head into
Derek's anal canal.

"I'm in," exclaimed Scott.

Derek held out his arms to Scott.  "Come on," he said.  "Come and
fuck me."

Scott lay down again on top of Derek and thrust his rock hard cock
further into Derek's exquisitely tight and slippery anal canal.
Derek had switched on a small repulsive force field inside his anus,
which made it feel beautifully well lubricated.  Derek's bowels were
completely empty of shit.  Scott thrust his cock vigorously into
Derek's arsehole and with a few thrusts he had rammed its six-inch
length fully into Derek's bowels.  To Scott, Derek's arsehole felt
wonderful tight and slippery as he kept thrusting his cock
energetically into it.  Scott felt a twinge of performance anxiety so
Derek removed the block on Scott's orgasm.  His anxiety vanished and
he enthusiastically kept on ramming his penis deep up into Derek's
arsehole.  Derek was getting very close to orgasm himself.  He was
really enjoying this fuck.  His penis was pistoning along the
vertical groove along the middle of their well-muscled bellies.  He
was forcefully stimulated by Scott's animal vigour as he wrapped his
muscular arms around Scott's powerful heaving body.  With relish he
felt the thick strong muscles of Scott's back working hard as Scott
thrust his penis deep into Derek.  Scott's penis was vigorously
stirring the contents of Derek's pelvis as it thrust up into his
anus.  Derek's prostate was being pounded and bonked.  It all felt
wonderful.  Scott was fucking him like a wild animal.  Scott's hot
breath blew against Derek's neck as Scott panted with the force of
his exertion.  Scott was in raptures as he fucked Derek deep up his
wonderful tight and slippery arsehole.

Suddenly Scott emitted a deep shuddering groan and went rigid.  His
balls contracted and his groin exploded as his thick hot spunk was
squirted up into Derek's body.  Scott was in the throes of an intense
orgasm.  Its strength was enough to tip Derek over into a splendid
orgasm too.  Derek's hot spunk shot out of his stiff penis and ran
all over the fronts of the two men fucking.  Derek arched his back in
the throes of his orgasm, lifting Scott off the bed.  Scott was
beyond caring.  This was the most tremendous orgasm he had ever had.

Eventually, the orgasms wound down and Scott relaxed happily on top
of Derek, who was blissfully well satisfied.  Finally he had been
fucked by Scott and it was well worth it.

"Gee, Derek, that was fan-fucking-tastic!" Scott said happily.
"We'll have to do that again."

Derek kissed him.

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Continued in Part 22.
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