Date: Sat, 4 Apr 2009 01:26:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Wombat Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #56' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc Biker ) [ 56 ! ?? ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel. By Wombat. ------------------------- Any constructive comments are appreciated. I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'. ------------------------------------ Chapter 6 Part 1: Christmas Day. ------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ Part 56: The Altar of Sacrifice. ------------------------------------ << Scott. Derek. >> The still small voice was insistent. It could not be ignored. It kept on calling Scott and Derek who were enjoying the golden afterglow of their tremendous series of orgasms. Scott lay with his cock still stiff up Derek's arse on the big double bed belonging to Scott's parents. Their sex had been wonderful. They had both undergone a huge prolonged train of tsunami-like orgasms. Scott's parents' bed had become wet through with Derek's semen. On the walls of the bedroom large splats of Derek's semen dripped down the striped wallpaper. The two men roused themselves from their happy and fulfilled semi- comatose state and kissed sensuously. Scott ran his hands over Derek's slicked muscles bulging with power. He appreciated the masculine beauty and strength of the man he was fucking. Derek's muscular torso was awesome. Scott wrapped his huge muscular arms around Derek and kissed him. Scott: << Merry Christmas, mate! >> Derek replied with a languid sloppy kiss. He wriggled happily on Scott's mighty stiff penis up his arse. Scott: << What a way to celebrate Christmas! >> Derek agreed happily with a sleepy, fulfilled groan. It was still dark outside the bedroom window but the western hills were faintly lit by the lightening horizon in the east. Scott and Derek paid attention to the still small voice of God calling them. God was calling them to celebrate their love on top of Mount Wattabang. This forested mountain towered over the town of Ringtail Springs. The old Valley Road hotel stood at its foot. Valley Road wound around the foot of the mountain along the river valley up to the intersection with Browns Hill Road the other side of Mount Wattabang. Browns Hill stood behind Mount Wattabang. It was lower. God wanted Derek and Scott to consecrate with their love the sacrificial altar that was the big granite block right at the very top of Mount Wattabang. The block had been used for human sacrifices in the past and the mountain was full of evil energies. God wanted Derek and Scott to cleanse the mountain of evil by celebrating their love with rollicking good sex on the granite block on the mountaintop. The two men readily agreed. God explained that He wanted Scott's semen to wash away the blood that had been split on the top of Mount Wattabang. He required litres (quarts) of Scott's semen. The reason for this was that Scott was a living descendant of the last human sacrifice victim on Mount Wattabang. Scott agreed to God's request. Immediately he felt a large bolt of divine energy thrust into him. He gained five kilograms (11 pounds) of solid muscle on his arms, chest and shoulders, bringing his weight up to 175 kilograms (385 pounds). God rearranged Scott's spectacular abdominal eight-pack into an even more spectacular and perfectly symmetrical ten-pack of hard chiselled bulging muscles. Scott's slim waist was packed with muscle. With his broad powerful shoulders, hard chiselled torso, massive arms and legs bulging with huge extraordinarily defined muscles, Scott looked freakishly muscular. God increased Scott's masculine confidence. He increased the size and sensitivity of Scott's prostate until it was the size of an apple and exquisitely sensitive. Next, God supercharged Scott's balls. They grew considerably in size and commenced pouring out large quantities of semen into Scott's seminal vesicles located inside his pelvis. Scott felt some discomfort as his seminal vesicles swelled up inside him. They were becoming engorged with semen. In addition, God gave Scott's semen the magical property that any man who either swallowed it or had it squirted up his anus would have his muscles grow much bigger. Scott's semen became a magic elixir for muscle growth. The time had come for them to go. Derek restored the bedroom of Scott's parents back to its former state using the checkpoint he had set earlier. The runnels of his semen down the walls vanished miraculously. The bed magically reverted back to its former neat and tidy state. The floor was clean. The two supermen jumped out of the bedroom and flew up into the sky. They could see spread out below them Ringtail Springs lit by the early morning twilight. The old Valley Road hotel and the old garage next to it were visible but in deep shadow at the foot of the mountain. The dawn of Christmas Day was approaching. They flew to Mount Wattabang and alighted on the mountaintop next to the big pink granite block known as the altar of sacrifice. That was the highest point of the mountain. Surrounding the block were tall pink granite pillars further down the mountain slope. They gave the scene a spooky surreal air even in broad daylight. They were distinctly eldritch in the predawn twilight. The pillars looked as if they formed some kind of Stonehenge but without the crossbars at the top. The thick forest petered out about thirty metres (100 feet) from the granite pillars. Small shrubs, drying grass and succulent plants grew on the stony ground up to the bases of the pillars. The Archangel Michael appeared. He did not glow in the dark but he was quite visible to the supermen in the predawn half-light. He towered over them both. Scott and Derek were full of questions. Scott wanted know how he was related to the last human sacrifice victim on Mount Wattabang. Michael transmitted to them a string of mental images. He knew the whole story. It was a terrible tale told only in whispers around Ringtail Springs. Scott and Derek saw a party of men climbing up the mountain one dark night in November 1888. They lit their way with flickering flaming torches and lanterns. There were fourteen men in the party. They reached the mountaintop. One member of the party was a handsome, very muscular and powerfully built man with blond curly hair and bright blue eyes. His name was Sam Rigby. He looked like a champion body builder. The leader of the party was a tall broad-shouldered man with striking features and a mane of straight light-brown hair. He was Doctor Seth Forsythe. At his invitation Sam Rigby stripped naked and lay down on the large pink granite block at the top of the mountain. This block was known locally as the altar of sacrifice. The other men tied Sam's powerful limbs securely to four iron stakes driven into the ground around the granite block. The torches were either pushed into the ground or into holes in the surrounding granite pillars. Their flickering light gave the scene a wickedly supernatural air. It was like a witches' sabbath. The thirteen other men started licking Sam's muscular naked body all over until it was slick with their saliva. By this time Sam had a raging erection. His big rock-hard penis stood up stiffly to attention. Two of the men licked at Sam's penis, making it stiffer still. It was dripping precum. Sam writhed in utmost pleasure. His orgasm was approaching rapidly. While Sam was totally distracted by many tongues licking his naked body including his penis, Doctor Forsythe produced a large sharp knife. With a swift motion he cut open Sam's chest from side to side. Sam's screams were terrible. They echoed back and forth between the granite pillars. Sam's screams turned to gasps and gurgles as air rushed into his opened chest. Sam's huge muscles bulged as he strained against the ropes restraining him. He was in agony. Doctor Forsythe quickly cut out Sam's beating heart and held it high for the admiration of the other men. It dripped blood down the doctor's naked arm and onto the stone altar. Sam died with one last frightful gurgle. His face contorted with agony. Doctor Forsythe divided Sam's heart into thirteen portions and gave a portion to each of the thirteen men including himself. They each ate their portion reverently. Next, Sam's large balls were cut up into twenty-six pieces and divided up amongst the men who ate their two portions. Sam's penis was sliced up and divided amongst the men. Forsythe ate the cock head. Doctor Seth Forsythe cut open Sam's belly from breastbone to pelvis. He made a transverse cut across the belly just above the pelvis and laid back the muscular walls of Sam's belly exposing Sam's internal organs. Sam's body looked like a dissected laboratory rat. The organs steamed in the cool night air. The stone altar ran red with Sam's blood. Red runnels of blood streamed down the sides to the ground. Doctor Forsythe cut out some organs. He divided up the sacrificial victim's kidneys and some of the liver amongst the men and they all ate their share. The doctor sliced up some of Sam's mighty muscles and shared the slices around. Sam's huge bulging biceps were a favourite. However, the muscles were tough and chewy. The men stood around the altar chewing the slices of raw meat while lit by the flickering torchlight and lamplight. When the sacrificial meal was finished, the thirteen men took their torches and lanterns and trooped off down the mountainside, leaving Sam's body in darkness still tied to the stakes around the altar. Scott and Derek watched the unfolding scene from more than a hundred years ago with a horrid fascination. Michael continued. A few days later, a band of hikers discovered Sam's horribly mutilated body when they reached the mountaintop. It was in an even worse state than when it was left by Doctor Forsythe's party. The crows, foxes, dingoes, kites and eagles had feasted on the corpse. Parts of the skeleton were showing through the rotting flesh. The appalled hikers quickly raised the alarm. The foul murder aroused considerable alarm in the community of Ringtail Springs. The police investigated but could not find the culprits. Detectives arrived by steam train from Sydney and took over the investigation but still with no result. The police were baffled by the circumstances of Sam's death. Sam was a big strong young man. He was twenty-six years old. He was five foot eleven inches (180 cm) tall and he weighed eighteen stone (252 lb, 115 kilograms) of strong hard solid muscle. He was known throughout the district as being freakishly strong. It was said he could lift a horse. The police could not understand how a big, extraordinarily powerful and fit young man like Sam could have been tied naked to the granite block and be cut open and have his internal organs removed. They reasoned that he would have put up a terrific fight. He was known to defeat many men at once in pub brawls. Doctor Forsythe performed the autopsy on Sam Rigby's body and reported that the heart, kidneys, penis, testicles and various other organs had been cut out and were missing. Also cut out were Sam's biceps and other muscles. The doctor found no indications of the identity of the perpetrators of this terrible crime. The police were troubled by the testimony of the Reverend Augustus Smythe, the incumbent at that time of St Aidan's Church of England (Anglican). Late one night shortly before the discovery of Sam Rigby's body, the good clergyman was making astronomical observations with his telescope. His son noticed a flickering glow coming from the top of Mount Wattabang. The clergyman turned the telescope to the mountaintop and observed the glow. He could not see what causing it because his view was blocked by the trees surrounding the mountaintop. There was no sound. It was not a bushfire because the glow did not spread. A few hours later it had disappeared. Sam Rigby had been the head stockman working for Archibald McBride, a very wealthy landowner in the area. Archibald McBride was the great- grandfather of George McBride. He was grief-stricken by Sam's untimely death. He pushed hard for a satisfactory resolution of the investigation. What the police did not know was that Sam had an enormous sexual appetite. In the twentieth century he would have been regarded as a sex maniac. He was well known for his fine handsome good looks and his magnificent herculean physique. He was a beautiful man who looked like a Greek god. He had many lovers, both male and female. He had fathered quite a number of children on young women around the district. He had many men as lovers too. Michael informed Scott and Derek that Archibald McBride was one of Sam's lovers. That was a deep dark secret well hidden by the McBride family. Archibald McBride was an ardent lover of Sam Rigby. In his diaries he sang of his delight in having Sam's massive rigid organ inserted up his anus. It was the most delightful experience on earth. He delighted in Sam's powerfully muscled physique to the utmost. He loved having Sam's thick muscular arms wrapped around him. He loved Sam more than anyone else in the world. He took many photographs of Sam naked. After Archibald McBride's death, the family had burnt his diaries and the more pornographic photographs. In 1990 his great-grandson George McBride had donated Archibald's photographs to the local museum as art studies. Archibald had been a keen photographer and had taken many photographs of local identities, buildings and landscapes. He had made an excellent record of Ringtail Springs and the surrounding district in the latter half of the nineteenth century. The less pornographic photographs of the naked herculean Sam Rigby were passed off as an artistic part of that record. The grief-stricken Archibald McBride had commissioned a remarkable monument to mark Sam's grave in the graveyard of St Aidan's Church of England (Anglican). Atop the granite plinth was a heroically muscular marble statue of Sam holding a shepherd's crook and leaning against a rock. Derek and Scott knew the statue well. It reminded Derek of a statue of Hercules he had seen in a picture years ago. Both Scott and Derek had come to the graveyard often and had admired the magnificent muscular statue. Archibald McBride had paid 538 pounds for the memorial, a huge sum for those days. The statue became well known and admired. People said that the Sydney sculptor was a genius; he was the colonial Michelangelo. Sam Rigby had recently married. His pregnant young wife, Eleanor Rigby, was so grief-stricken by his untimely death that she lost her unborn baby, her only child. She was nineteen years old at the time. She lived for another seventy-seven years performing many charitable good works and died at the age of ninety-six years in 1965. Scott's father Max knew the old widow always dressed in black. He was twelve years old at the time she died. Eleanor Rigby was the first inhabitant of Church Mews next to St Aidan's Church. She lived there until her death. Archibald McBride had donated the money to build Church Mews, a small street of eight cottages to house people deemed worthy by the parish council of St Aidan's Church. A singular pleasure enjoyed by Sam Rigby was that of being tied naked to a table and then being licked all over his magnificent muscular body by his male admirers. They would lick him all over as they worshipped his mighty muscles. His body would become slick with their saliva. His enormous penis would become a rampant raging erection. Some would lick his armpits, some his nipples. Some would lick his anus, causing him to go into paroxysms of bliss. Some would lick and suck on his big balls in his scrotum. Others bolder would lick and suck on his penis until his semen would spray all over them as a blessed asperges. The spunk that had fallen on his body would then be eagerly licked off by his admirers. One who took part in these ceremonies of pleasure was Doctor Seth Forsythe, the local medical practitioner. He also used to like hiking around the district. He climbed Mount Wattabang often. He was fascinated by the place, particularly the big granite block on the top of the mountain. 'Wattabang' was a corruption of the local Aboriginal name meaning place of evil, or Mount Terrible. The local Aborigines avoided the mountain; they regarded it as a place of ill omen. One day Doctor Forsythe sat on the granite block on the mountaintop. Crows cawed in the surrounding forest. Evil entered his heart. He wished to empower himself through a human sacrifice. The more powerful and muscular the victim the better. Doctor Forsythe decided upon Sam Rigby as a suitable victim. He would entice Sam up to the granite block that would serve admirably as an altar of sacrifice by promising him a most pleasurable licking all over in the open air on the top of the mountain. His plan succeeded completely. His sacrifice of Sam went exactly according to plan. He and his twelve disciples were totally fulfilled by the ceremony that they had enjoyed. Not only that but they had covered their tracks well. Not one was brought to account for his actions. Even after Sam's death, babies were being born to unwed mothers. They were beautiful babies with blue eyes and blond curly hair. As mentioned before, Sam had fucked many young women. Pregnancy was often the result. Early in 1889, one such baby was left in a rough pinewood box outside the front door of the Ringtail Springs police station early one morning. On the box was an unsigned note reading "Please look after my baby. I can't." The baby inside the box was a beautiful baby boy with bright blue eyes and blond curly hair. This baby boy, Michael informed Scott and Derek, was a son of Sam Rigby, fathered on a teenage girl unable to look after the baby. The police sergeant in charge of the station had moved to Ringtail Springs a few years before. Sergeant McKechnie and his wife were childless and had been married for many years. They fell in love with the baby boy and adopted him. They had him christened Hector and brought him up in the Catholic faith. Hector McKechnie grew up into a fine strong and handsome young man with blond curly hair. He had a brother also strong and handsome with blond curly hair and bright blue eyes. The brother arrived some months later on the front doorstep of the police station. He was christened Ian. Both he and Hector were a pleasure to their parents. Hector followed his adoptive father into the police force and ended up a mounted trooper in the New South Wales Police Force. He was a fine horseman. When World War I broke out in 1914, Hector joined up with the Australian Light Horse. He distinguished himself in action at Gallipoli in 1915 by his bravery and his actions under fire. He was made a commissioned officer by the end of 1915. He fought with conspicuous bravery against the Ottoman Turks and the Germans in the Middle East and covered himself with glory at the Battle of Beersheba in 1917. By the end of the War he had risen to the rank of major. His brother, Ian, had been killed in action at Gallipoli on April 25th, 1915 during the landing of the Anzacs at Anzac Cove on that dreadful first Anzac Day. Many men died then. After the War, Hector returned briefly to the New South Wales Police Force. However, he suffered from a profound discontent and restlessness as a result of his wartime experiences. He resigned his position as a policeman. After wandering for a year or two around Eastern Australia, he ended up working as a stockman on a large sheep station not far from Dubbo. The station was one of several owned by one wealthy squatter whose family had been in the district since the 1840s. Hector was a dashing man. With his bright blue eyes, handsome face, curly blond hair and powerful, muscular physique he cut a fine figure, particularly on horseback. He caught the eye of the station owner's daughter, an only child. Their relationship blossomed. They fell in love. The station owner and his wife were initially against the relationship because Hector was a Catholic. However, Hector converted to Anglicanism and this appeased the station owner and his wife. Hector soon married their daughter, Esther, with their blessing. They had a fine family of four healthy strong boys and three fine daughters, one of whom was Mavis McKechnie. She married Robert Gordon Reeves and had two sons, Matthew and Maxwell or Max, Scott's father. She was Scott's grandmother. She was the granddaughter of Sam Rigby but did not know it. Mavis McKechnie trained as a nurse during World War II. When the war finished, she took up a position at the Ringtail Springs Hospital. She was curious about her father's childhood. She knew that he was born and had grown up in the town. He was the son of the local police sergeant at the time. She knew that her father Hector and his brother did not look at all like the sergeant and his wife. She had wondered how two such plain-looking people had produced two such beautiful sons. Her father had parried all her questions. By this time Sergeant McKechnie was more than ninety years old. He had retired many years before to a seaside cottage at Austinmer, between Sydney and Wollongong. Mavis went to see her grandparents often. She had known them well. Sergeant McKechnie confessed to Mavis that he and her grandmother were not the real parents of Hector or his brother Ian but that the boys were both foundlings. Both boys had appeared in a box or basket at the front door of the police station early in the morning some months apart. Sergeant McKechnie had made discreet enquiries around the district but had no idea who the parents of the two baby boys were. He and his wife had adopted both boys and brought them up as their own. Sergeant McKechnie had made his granddaughter promise not to tell anyone. It was a secret. She had kept that promise. However, she had heard the rumours around the town that her father was a foundling brought up by the police sergeant. She had also heard the local rumours that her father and his brother were sons of Sam Rigby. Hector McKechnie lived to the grand old age of 107 years. Scott Reeves remembered his great-grandfather well. He was twelve years old when the old man died. Scott understood now that he himself was the great-great-grandson of Sam Rigby. In 1889, nine months after the murder of Sam Rigby, Doctor Seth Forsythe was returning from seeing one of his patients living in an isolated cabin in the bush when he was thrown from his horse. It took fright and bolted into the bush. Doctor Forsythe struggled to his feet and was limping slowly back to the distant town of Ringtail Springs when he was speared by two young Aboriginal warriors who wanted to strike a blow for the defence of their homeland against the white invaders. The doctor died of his wounds. His body was found by a search party a few days later. In revenge a posse of men from Ringtail Springs went out and massacred all the Aborigines they could find living in the traditional manner. Dozens of Aborigines were shot dead, men, women and children. However, they were all the wrong people. The clan group, to which the warriors who had speared Doctor Forsythe belonged, feared the revenge of the white men. They quickly struck camp and travelled to another district. They escaped the massacre. The doctor's body was buried in an elaborate grave in the graveyard of St Aidan's Church of England. Inside the church was erected in his memory a large ornate marble plaque paid for by the mourning people of the district. Archibald McBride died in 1903 when he choked on his porridge. A stained glass window to his memory was placed in Saint Aidan's church. It depicted Christ feeding the five thousand. Scott knew it well. All this, the Archangel Michael showed to Scott and Derek as a series of telepathic images. The story went back further in time. Some hundreds of years previously, long before white men came to Australia, a powerful Aboriginal sorcerer wanted to greatly increase his power by conjuring up the Chluruthuu, an enormous and extremely potent spirit monster. At first his spells, incantations and rituals were unsuccessful. He then performed human sacrifices on the top of Mount Wattabang. He scoured the countryside for victims. He sacrificed dozens of young women, children and strong young warriors whom he had held entranced by the power of his spells. He had cut them open on the altar of sacrifice and offered their hearts to the Chluruthuu. The stone ran red with the victims' blood. The sorcerer was greatly feared throughout the region because of his relentless search for victims. Eventually the spirit monster was appeased and came into this plane of existence. It feasted upon the sorcerer's sacrificial victims. After a while it tired of this and consumed the Aboriginal sorcerer totally, body and soul. It feasted well. However it was unable to return to its former place of existence. It was forced to remain on Earth. It dwelt deep inside the Earth in a cavern far underneath Mount Wattabang. The Chluruthuu was the spirit monster that Derek had courageously attracted out of its hiding place, and when the angels had cleansed the Old Valley Road Hotel of the demonic infestation, the cherubim had cast it into the Outer Darkness. The hotel was conveniently close to Mount Wattabang. Michael finished. Scott: << Wow! What a story! >> He knew now how he was the living descendent of the last human sacrifice victim. They were all aware of the loud dawn chorus emanating from the bushland forest surrounding the mountain peak. The birds of the Australian bush, the bellbirds, the whipbirds, the currawongs, the magpies, the kookaburras, the parrots and lorikeets and the others announced their presence to the approaching sun. On the mountaintop the dawn chorus was almost deafening. Scott became distracted by the painful fullness in his testes and groin. His seminal vesicles were filled with many litres (quarts) of his semen. They had become painfully distended. He had in the meantime become extremely horny. His large supercharged testes had been working overtime. They ached for release. His mighty penis extended itself to its full forty-centimetre (16- inch) length as it became fully erect and rock hard. It was about eight centimetres (3 inches) thick. As he stood next to the stone of sacrifice, his penis stood almost upright along his muscular abdomen and reached up to the hard bulging hemispherical boulders of his thick pectoral muscles. The altar of sacrifice stood about a metre (3 foot 3 inches) above the surrounding ground at the top of the mountain. The top was about two metres (6'7") long and 1.25 metres (4'1") wide. The sides sloped outwards somewhat, giving it the appearance of a truncated conical shape. Derek leapt up onto the pink granite rock and stood up on it. His robust form bulged with powerful muscles as he stood in the predawn twilight. The large 'God's Man' tattoos stood out on the big deltoid muscles of his broad shoulders. He looked around. Mount Wattabang was the highest peak for a long way around. It was a splendid view in the predawn light. The only rivals were the distant peaks of the Brindabella Range in the east hiding the approaching sun. Lesser mountains and hills marched off into the distance in all directions. They dwindled in size as they approached the distant western plain. The air was crystal clear. The stone altar was the perfect high point for their lovemaking. The two men and the archangel were on top of the world. Derek leant down and offered a hand to Scott. Scott refused it. He flew up and joined Derek up on the rock. Derek embraced him and gave him a long hard kiss. Scott stood seven centimetres (three inches) taller than Derek so Derek had to reach up just a little. Scott lowered his head a bit and their lips met in a passionate kiss. They wrapped their thick muscular arms around each other's powerfully muscled bodies. They held each other close and tightly. They writhed against each other appreciating each other's massive muscularity. Their muscles bulged. Scott panted and snorted in his sexual excitement like a horny stallion. He was extremely randy. He was close to orgasm. However, Michael had locked down Scott's approaching orgasm. He did not want Scott to blow until Scott had Derek's cock fully up his arse. Derek's cock soon became fully erect. It was the same mighty size as Scott's penis. Their rock hard cocks rubbed together leaking precum while their fervent kiss continued. Derek broke the kiss. He held their rampant stiff cocks together and rubbed his hand up and down the precum slick shafts. He had switched on a small repulsive force field over his entire body making it slick and slippery all over. Scott had done the same. At the same time Derek had locked down his own orgasm. Scott delighted in feeling Derek's hand holding their huge cocks together and rubbing up and down the shafts. With his other hand, Derek held Scott's scrotum containing two huge engorged testicles aching for release. Then Derek massaged the base of Scott's penis. Scott groaned and panted with passion. His balls and groin ached. He lay down on the altar of sacrifice pulling Derek down on top of him. They writhed together and kissed with ever-increasing fervour. Their arms were wrapped around each other's bodies. Scott turned around in Derek's arms so that his back was against Derek's front. He drew up his knees exposing his arsehole. His hungry arsehole eagerly sought Derek's big stiff cock. He pressed it against the thick shaft of Derek's cock. Derek placed his thick slick cock head against Scott's anus and pushed gently. Scott's arsehole relaxed quickly in response to Derek's gentle urging and admitted Derek's cock head. Derek held it just inside Scott's anus for half a minute but Scott was eager for him to continue. Gently Derek pushed his cock further into Scott's anus until it fetched up against Scott's prostate. Derek withdrew a little and bumped his cock head up against Scott's enlarged hypersensitive apple- sized prostate several times. Scott moaned with the strong stimulation. It was as if his prostate were receiving electric shocks, it was so sensitive. It was exceedingly arousing. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" moaned Scott with great passion. He writhed underneath Derek as Derek pushed his cock further up his arsehole. His prostate was being squeezed against Derek's big thick cock as it pushed past. The sensations were amazing. Derek worked his penis further up Scott's arse into Scott's magnificent torso. He could feel Scott's large prostate pressing against the underside of his thick, rock solid cock. Scott groaned and writhed underneath Derek with considerable passion as he felt Derek's mighty cock working its way up his rectum. Scott straightened his legs out and lay face down on the smooth stone surface of the granite altar. Scott's arsehole tightened up tremendously around Derek's thick cock fucking him. He loved the feel of Derek's penis penetrating up inside him vigorously. Derek lay on Scott's back and continued thrusting his penis up into Scott's anus, groin and torso with stronger in-out motions. Scott's body was so full of his semen that his whole torso was tight around the whole length of Derek's cock. It was as if a thousand gloved hands were tightly gripping all of Derek's cock. Derek had locked down his orgasm but the sensations were tremendous. After a while, Derek had pushed the whole length of his penis up Scott's arse into Scott's mighty muscular torso. He appreciated the hard round hemispheres of muscle of Scott's buttocks pressing against his groin. His big balls lay against Scott's huge bull's balls. They ached for release. He propped himself up on his powerful, thickly muscled arms and looked around. His cock was inserted its full length up inside Scott's utterly magnificent torso. Derek took the time to admire Scott's amazingly muscular back. It was a symphony of muscle. Scott had gigantic trapezius muscles. They were like a thick cowl of muscle stretching from his thick neck halfway down his back. It was like Scott was wearing a thick hoodie made of hard solid muscle. It overlay the massive thick twin mountain ranges of his spinal erector muscles. A deep groove ran between the ranges of muscle. Thick, hard, striated masses of muscle rippled and crisscrossed each other over Scott's back. Scott was lying on his front on the smooth granite surface of the altar. His huge arms bulged with muscular power. They both were flexed each side of him. Since God supercharged him that morning, his arms had a girth of a genuine 66 centimetres (26 inches). His veined biceps were bigger than bowling balls. His triceps were thick hard massive mountains of muscle. His forearms bulged with thick powerful muscles and were covered with veins. Scott had a back, arms and shoulders like the Incredible Hulk. Derek was lost in admiration. Derek looked up to the east. The Brindabella Ranges were black jagged masses back-lit by the approaching dawn. The dawn chorus of the birds in the forest continued with unabated volume. Sunrise was not far away. Michael was keen for the lovemaking to resume. His mighty winged presence hovered nearby. Scott was eager for the fuck to continue. He wanted to be fucked hard and vigorously. Derek lay down on Scott's back and put his arms around Scott's slim waist. He stroked Scott's huge rock hard penis sandwiched between Scott's belly and the top of the granite altar. He partially withdrew his penis and plunged it lustily deep into Scott's torso. The torso was so tight around his penis that it formed a wonderful fuck hole. Scott's abdomen was full of litres (quarts) of semen ready to burst out of him. It was partially distended. Scott moaned with deep and desperate passion. He loved the feeling of Derek's penis plunging up through his arse and into his torso. His orgasm was so very close but Michael still had it locked down. Derek kept on plunging his penis its full length deep into Scott's abdomen with long strokes. Scott groaned lustily with each thrust. He relished the fuck. His prostate was stimulated energetically by Derek's penis thrusting in past it. He was teetering on the edge of a huge orgasm. His balls and groin ached for release. After a while, Michael released the block on Scott's orgasm. A huge orgasm exploded inside Scott's groin. The internal organs inside his groin contracted painfully. Huge hot quantities of semen burned painfully inside him and boiled up the length of his penis and gushed out the cock head like a burst water main. The first ejaculations were agonising. They produced huge squirts of semen. Scott screamed in the agony and ecstasy of his gigantic orgasm. Great quantities of glowing white magic semen with pink and gold sparkles in it gushed out of Scott's penis like a geyser and started flowing down the sides of the stone of sacrifice. Derek released the block on his orgasm. He thrust his penis as far as it could go deep into Scott's torso. His cock head came up against Scott's pounding heart. Orgasm exploded within his groin and testicles. His hot semen boiled out of his groin, out of his penis and deep into Scott's torso. It pooled in Scott's upper intestines next to his heart. Many litres (quarts) of semen squirted out under great pressure from Scott's penis and ran down the sides of the altar. It glowed white like a radioactive liquid in the predawn light. Pink and gold sparkles ran through it. Scott's subsequent ejaculations became less painful. Soon the pain vanished altogether. Scott howled in the ecstasy of his huge gigantic orgasm. He revelled in the tremendous magnitude of his orgasm. Derek cried out in the intensity of his. Their love flowed into each other like mighty rivers of molten gold. Each revelled in the other. Derek loved having his mighty penis squirting semen deep into Scott's mighty muscular torso. Scott loved having Derek's enormous penis thrust hard up his arsehole and deep into his abdomen and chest. A speck of blinding bright light appeared as the sun peeped above the Brindabella Ranges in the east. Dawn was breaking. Scott and Derek remained locked together in the force of their huge combined orgasms. The speck of sun grew larger. It illuminated the altar of sacrifice on top of Mount Wattabang. The Archangel Michael thrust a great bolt of energy like a bundle of spears into the heaving bodies of the two men fucking. It forged a deep connection between Scott and Derek. All their chakras were connected with each others, particularly their heart, sacral and root chakras. The two men were in a towering state of loving orgasmic ecstasy. They were like two white-hot rivers of molten metal flowing into one another. They were like two mighty pillars of fire melding together. They were two gods fucking. They were two and one. Michael extended the bolt of energy so that it speared down through the granite of the altar deep down into the roots of the mountain. Like metal shafts it conducted the love of the two men 15 kilometres (nine miles) down through the rock of the mountain to a gloomy dank and dark cavern lying at the root of the mountain like the remains of an abscess. It was where the Chluruthuu had formerly dwelt in darkness. The energy of love caused the rock deep below to split. Red-hot magma poured into the cavern filling it completely. Suddenly the dawn chorus of birds stopped. The silence was breathless. The altar of sacrifice shuddered violently underneath the two men. The whole mountain shook. The pressure of the magma filling the cavern far below forced up the long column of granite on top of which was the altar of sacrifice. It pushed the column up many metres (yards) up into the air. The mountaintop itself rose up higher too. Deep wide cracks formed in the soil around the altar. The surrounding pillars of granite toppled over. Some rolled down the mountainside deep into the forest. Flocks of birds flew up from the forest and around in the air. They shrieked in alarm. The combined orgasm of Scott and Derek continued. They were in meltdown together. Their minds ran together. Their bodies were locked together in orgasmic bliss. Derek's penis remained rammed deep into Scott's torso. The earth tremors ceased. The sun rose higher. It cleared the mountains in the east and flooded the mountaintop with a glorious golden light. Valley Road remained in shadow. The first glints of sunlight touched the town. The birds settled. The men's towering combined orgasms continued. Some time later, their orgasms wound down to a quiet happy bliss as they remained united with each other. The warm sunlight came down upon them as a blessing. Scott was spent. He lay sleepily upon the surface of the altar of sacrifice. He had emitted many litres (quarts) of semen. The granite top was covered with his semen and it ran down the sides. Derek's penis was still stiff up his anus. Scott loved having it up inside him. The Archangel Michael withdrew into the heavenly realm. His work was done. Derek nuzzled Scott's curly black hair. "Did the earth move for you too, mate?" he murmured. Scott: << Did it what! Everything shook. >> Derek: << What a fuck! >> Still keeping his stiff cock up Scott's arse, he propped himself up on his arms and looked around. He saw that they were a lot higher up than they were before. Derek: << Look! You can see the town now above the trees. We're a long way up. >> Scott stirred himself and looked up. Scott: << Yeah, you can see the church and see the steeple. >> << And all the people. >> << Well, not really. But you're right. We are a long way up now. >> Scott moved closer to the edge of the altar. Derek moved with him. They remained joined together. They peered over the edge. They saw that the altar was now part of a conical structure made of granite that seemed to sit on some sort of tall pillar on the mountaintop. Scott: << We must be a hundred feet up now. >> Derek: << You're right. Wow! The view is fantastic! You can see the town clearly. >> << Look, there's our house down there. >> << There's the main street. You can see the pubs and lots of houses and shops. >> << I wonder if anyone's up yet. >> << Maybe a bit early still. >> << It felt like a real earthquake back there. I wonder if other people noticed it. >> Derek laughed. << We just both had one hell of an orgasm. It's no wonder the earth shook. >> Scott laughed too. They kissed tenderly. They lay on the rock in a state of happy bliss. Derek lay on Scott's back with his stiff cock up Scott's arse. He enjoyed having it there. Scott loved having Derek's cock up his arse. They did not want to separate. -------------------------------------- Continued in Part 57. --------------------------------------