Date: Wed, 3 May 2017 11:35:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Wombat Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #81' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc Biker ) [ 81 ! ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel. By Wombat. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Any constructive comments are appreciated. I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Nifty Readers, If you enjoy this story or others on Nifty, please send a generous donation to Nifty.org at 'http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html' to help support and maintain this free service full of wonderful stories so it may continue to remain available to everyone. Thank you all, Wombat ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 7 - 'A Rainy Day' Part 21. ------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ Part 81: The AIDS Test ------------------------------------ Some weeks later Geoffrey went to Ellis's penthouse and asked Ellis to see Professor Pszczolinski at the RPA. They had interesting news for Ellis but Geoffrey would say nothing more. He was quite excited but said he did not want to steal the professor's thunder. Wearing a short-sleeved shirt and slacks, Ellis turned up at the appointed time one morning at the RPA and was directed to the professor's office. In the office was Geoffrey who introduced him to Professor Peter Pszczolinski. The professor asked Ellis if Ellis was related to the family the professor knew who worshipped at the Church of the Sacred Heart at Pymble, the same church at which the professor worshipped. Ellis said he was. Professor Pszczolinski broke into a grin and said, "So you're the son who's returned from overseas after many years away. I must tell you that Geoffrey has already told me your history including your adventures in India, Scotland and London. I hope you don't mind. It sounds to me that you are a classic example of a man who has been involved in high-risk behaviour. You are an excellent example of someone who is likely to be carrying the AIDS virus, or as we immunologists like to call it these days, Human Immunodeficiency Virus or HIV. And you are a man who appears to in excellent health. You're very fit and extremely strong. There is no sign of the muscle-wasting characteristic of the disease. Or any odd opportunistic infections." "Yes?" Ellis was feeling nervous. He awaited the professor's next words with trepidation. Professor Pszczolinski beamed. "The good news, Ellis, is that you're HIV negative. Your blood does have very low levels of HIV antibodies that are just detectable. That indicates that you have been exposed to HIV or the AIDS virus at some time in the past. We then performed a PCR or polymerase chain reaction test, an extremely sensitive test, on your blood for the virus particles themselves and we found absolutely nothing. I can safely state that you have no HIV particles in your blood at all. Ellis, you are completely free of the AIDS virus. I can safely state that you're HIV negative even though you do have very low levels of HIV antibodies." "And the bad news?" "The interesting news, Ellis," the professor continued imperturbably, "is that we were intrigued by your test results and looked further at your immune cells. The indications we had were that you had been exposed to the AIDS virus or HIV at some time in the past but somehow you have managed to beat off the infection. That is most unusual. Usually what happens is the virus infects the T-cells of the immune system and disables them, thus disabling the whole immune system and this exposes the person to all kinds of opportunistic infections. That did not happen in your case. Your immune system managed to clear your body of HIV completely." The professor went on. "Geoffrey suggested we take a closer look at your white blood cells, the ones that defend your body against infections and we found that your T-cells were completely resistant to attack by HIV. In fact they killed off the HIV particles. You are, Ellis, what we immunologists call a super elite suppressor. In other words, Ellis, you are immune to HIV. You cannot get AIDS. In fact the indications are that you are resistant to virtually all viral and bacterial infections. We tested your blood for all the other sexually transmitted diseases like gonorrhoea, syphilis, hepatitis, chlamydia and so on and we found nothing. Ellis, you are completely disease- free. And, Ellis, you are the first such super elite suppressor we've discovered here in Australia. People like you are extremely rare. A few others have been reported overseas in the literature but you are the only one so far discovered in Australia." Geoffrey beamed. "The upshot of all this, Ellis, is that you'll be around for a good long while yet, provided you don't go and do something utterly stupid like kill yourself on that motorbike of yours." "Is there any possibility that I can give people AIDS?" asked Ellis. "Do you mean that your semen is infective?" asked Professor Pszczolinski. He went on. "Given what we know already about you, I consider it highly unlikely that your semen is infective. However, there is the extremely low probability that there could be HIV particles in your semen. On the other hand, it is completely impossible for you to pass any HIV particles to a partner if you indulge in receptive anal intercourse with him." "In other words," said Geoffrey, "if you allow another man to insert his penis into your anus, there is absolutely no possibility that you could pass HIV to him, even if we were to find HIV in your semen." Geoffrey continued with a wry smile: "We can prove definitively that your semen does or does not have HIV in it if you could provide us with a sample of your semen. That is if you're willing." "Yes, please. I'll do it. I'd really like to know for sure," declared Ellis. "I'll do it now if you like." "Why not?" said Geoffrey. His smile became even wrier as he got up from his seat and fetched a plastic specimen jar from a cupboard. He handed it to Ellis. "There you go," he said. "There's a toilet down the corridor that you could use." Professor Pszczolinski watched with raised eyebrows as if he could not quite believe what was happening in front of him. Ellis took the jar and left the office. In the toilet he stood in front of the mirror over the hand basin and began masturbating. He found it stimulating to see the big muscles of his strong right arm bulging as he rubbed his hand up and down his spit-lubricated penis which was stiffening. He got his penis fully erect but somehow he seemed to be going nowhere. After a while he realised that an orgasm was not going to come soon. He stripped off his shirt and slacks and stood naked in front of the mirror. He went back to masturbating but nothing much happened. Normally he could get off on the big bulging muscles of his body but not on this day. He kept at it for a while then gave up when he understood that he was not in the mood for masturbation. It was not going to come. He felt empty and frustrated. He put his clothes back on, picked up the empty jar and returned to the professor's office. He knocked on the door and was invited in. In the office was a third man whom Professor Pszczolinski introduced as Doctor Bryn Powys. Ellis found him very attractive. Doctor Powys was a handsome man with a rich tan. He looked to be in his middle to late twenties and he had a powerful muscular body. He looked like a body-builder with broad shoulders and strong, thickly muscled arms visible below the short sleeves of his shirt. The big muscles of his chest bulged under his shirt. He stood taller than Ellis. His straight dark brown neck- length hair was an unruly mop that came down over his big wide-set intelligent hazel eyes with thick dark eyebrows that were set in an open almost square face with a strong handsome jaw. His thick dark brown sideburns came down to the bottoms of his ears. There was a light growth of stubble on his face. As Doctor Powys shook Ellis's hand warmly, he said, "So you're the super elite suppressor we've all been getting so excited about here. Great to meet you. Call me Bryn." "Doctor Powys is one of our researchers," said Professor Pszczolinski. "He's one of the team who's been working on your blood sample." "Bryn's our lead researcher," interjected Geoffrey. "Pleased to meet you," said Ellis feeling somewhat overwhelmed. He found himself strongly attracted to Bryn and he was almost tongue- tied with admiration. His knees felt like jelly. "How did you go with the semen sample?" asked Geoffrey. "No luck, I'm afraid," replied Ellis as he pulled the specimen jar out his pocket. "I just couldn't do it." Bryn gave a cheeky grin. "Would you like some help?" he asked. Geoffrey snickered like a schoolboy. Professor Pszczolinski gave an embarrassed cough. "Doctor Powys, that is not..." he began. "Don't tell me these two were expecting you to shoot your spunk into that thing," said Bryn scornfully indicating the specimen jar in Ellis's hand. "That's no bloody use. You need a proper semen collector, a collection condom." He took the jar from Ellis and placed it on the desk in front of the professor. Then he hastened out the door. "Bryn's a force of nature, I think you'll find," said Geoffrey with a smirk. "He's great to have around but he can be difficult. Oh, and by the way, he's gay." He winked at Ellis. The door swung open and Bryn burst in. He waved two condom packets at Geoffrey and the professor. "These, gentlemen, are what you use for collecting semen samples," he declared. "They're proper collection condoms." He grinned at Ellis salaciously. "Well, would you like me to help you produce a semen sample?" he asked. Ellis's heart pounded with excitement. Bryn was one hell of an attractive hunk. Ellis had not had sex with anyone since the last time in London with BJ. That was well over a year ago. And most importantly, he now knew he was safe to be fucked by another man. It was highly unlikely he had any AIDS virus to transmit in his semen. The professor and Geoffrey both said he was HIV negative. It was almost certain he was totally clear. "Er, yeah. Yes please," he replied. "OK. Let's go." "Doctor Powys, may I..." started the professor. "See you gentlemen later, probably much later and hopefully with a decent semen sample," laughed Bryn as he ushered Ellis out the door. He ushered Ellis down the corridor to a small room with a hospital bed made up. The room contained a toilet against one wall and a workbench with a hand basin and cupboards underneath and a big mirror above it along another wall. Bryn slid the indicator on the outside of the door to show 'In Use' and locked the door shut. With a lecherous grin he asked, "Would you like to get naked to make your donation of semen?" Ellis laughed. He liked Bryn a lot. He realised he was falling in love with Bryn. "OK", he said. He stripped off his clothes. Bryn wolf-whistled him as he eyed Ellis off. "You sure are a stunning big solid hunk of muscle, Ellis," he said. "You're fucking gorgeous and wickedly sexy. My God, you've got an eight-pack too! Like me. I'd love to have a feel of you." "Sure," replied Ellis. Bryn pulled Ellis close and ran his hands over his body. Ellis loved feeling Bryn's big hands roving over his body touching him and squeezing his muscles all over. Bryn seemed to pay particular attentions to Ellis's abdominal muscles. Ellis groaned. His cock was fully erect. He was definitely aroused. It would not take much more stimulation for his to shoot his load. "There's just so much hard solid muscle on you. That eight-pack of yours feels like a stone wall it's so hard and strong. Oh God, you're beautiful. Can I fuck you please? That would definitely help you donate a goodly quantity of semen." "Er... yeah, sure," replied Ellis surprised by the speed at which things were moving. Bryn stripped off his clothes and stood before Ellis magnificent in his naked muscular splendour. Ellis's eyes widened with delight as he took in Bryn's wide muscular shoulders, the big lean thickly muscled arms, the thick bulges of the pectoral muscles on his big broad hairy muscular chest that tapered in a conspicuous V-shape down to a slim but strongly muscled waist and narrow hips, and the narrow trail of dark hair running down the well- developed eight-pack of his strongly muscled abdomen through to his bush of pubic hair. Lust roared within Ellis. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "You are hot, Bryn. You're one hot hunk." "I sure am," replied Bryn with a sexy grin. "I'm hot for you, Ellis. You're one gorgeous sexy guy and I can't wait to make deep contact with you." "Oh, boy! Neither can I." Bryn immediately wrapped his big muscular arms around Ellis and Ellis did likewise. Ellis revelled in the solid mass of hot hard muscle in his arms. Bryn fastened his lips onto Ellis's lips in a hot passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined and rasped against one another. Ellis grabbed Bryn's hard buttocks and pulled his groin firmly against his own. He found himself getting more and more excited and aroused. His cock was already ramrod stiff as it rubbed against Bryn's equally stiff cock. Ellis broke off the clinch. "I'm getting so close," he panted. Bryn opened a condom packet and slid the collector condom over Ellis's erect penis. Ellis gasped as he did so. He was close to ejaculating. "You're definitely ready to go," commented Bryn. "You sure have a nice big hard fat cock. I like it! And you're so fucking fuckable." Ellis noted that Bryn's fully erect cock was about the same size as his own. It was a bit smaller than BJ's cock but certainly it was a decent size, perfectly adequate. Bryn fetched a tube of lubricant from one of the cupboards under the workbench and placed it on the bed. He picked up Ellis and laid him on the bed. He lay down behind Ellis. He wrapped his arms around Ellis and pulled him close to his front. He kissed Ellis on the neck. He slid the condom up and down Ellis's rock hard cock until Ellis gasped, "Oh fuck, I'm so close." "I reckon!" replied Bryn. He applied a generous dollop of lubricant to Ellis's arsehole and massaged it well into the hole. Ellis gasped. He was tremendously aroused by Bryn's fingers moving around in his arsehole. He gasped and groaned in his passion. Bryn applied a liberal glob to his stiff cock and slid it in between Ellis's arse cheeks until the cock head fetched up against his anal opening. "Ready?" asked Bryn. "Am I ever!" moaned Ellis. "Fuck yes!" He had no qualms about letting a cock up his arsehole. He had cleaned it out thoroughly with a session on his bidet as he always did after a shit. He felt increasing pressure from Bryn's cock head against his arsehole until suddenly it popped into his anal chute. Slowly Bryn's ample cock slid all the way up into his rectum. Bryn let it rest embedded up to the hilt inside Ellis's rectum for a short while. Ellis revelled in feeling a decent cock all the way up his arse. It felt so good inside him. More than a year had passed since he last had sex. He realised how much he had missed it. He had been fucked by BJ at least once a day for all those years right up to the break- up. He loved being fucked. "Oh fuck, you're hot, Ellis," Bryn murmured into Ellis's year. "You're so fucking hot and strong." With that he withdrew his cock so that just the head was held inside Ellis's anus by the anal sphincters. Then he started thrusting hard into Ellis with a fast steady beat that rocked Ellis's prostate and drove him wild. Bryn's cock was just the right size to give Ellis's prostate a good pounding. At the same time he put his hand firmly around Ellis's cock and started sliding the lubricated condom up and down the cock shaft. Suddenly Ellis yelled and arched his back as he was seized by a mighty orgasm. He could feel his balls and his whole groin emptying their load into the collection condom. Bryn continued fucking Ellis and hitting his cum-button. Being fucked during his orgasm intensified it even more. Ellis screamed. His consciousness blurred as he shot a heavy load of semen into the collection condom. Bryn sped up his fucking rate even more, thrusting his cock rapidly up and down into Ellis's anus. Ellis had barely come down from his previous orgasm when another started. Once more he erupted and shot a healthy load of semen into the collection condom. This time it seemed to trigger Bryn's orgasm. He cried out and rammed his cock as far as it could go up Ellis's arse. He stiffened as he wrapped his arms around Ellis and held him tightly against his own body. They came down off their highs together. Bryn kissed Ellis on the neck and behind his ear. His penis remained stiff up inside Ellis who eventually turned around so that their lips met. They kissed a happy post-coital kiss as the golden afterglow enveloped them both. They lay together savouring the closeness of their sweaty bodies. "Oh fuck that was good!" sighed Ellis. "I'm so glad I found you," murmured Bryn into Ellis's ear. "Fuck without fear." "Thank you. I feel likewise," said Ellis. "I don't have to worry now about giving anyone AIDS." "That's for sure. We'll know for sure when we put your semen through the PCR machine but I'll bet you anything you like we won't find any HIV in it." They stayed together for a little time relishing the close contact of each other's strong hard sweaty bodies. Bryn's cock softened. He withdrew it. With regret Ellis felt it depart from his anus. They got dressed. Before they left the room, Bryn warned Ellis to try and act as if nothing had happened. "Try and be normal," he said. "Hospitals are hotbeds of gossip, rumour and innuendo. You and me having sex would fly around this place in no time flat. And the prof would be most unamused if he hears about it. I reckon Geoff would be cool about it though." "OK," laughed Ellis. "I'll resist the temptation to maul you." Bryn laughed. They walked down the corridor to the laboratory. Bryn put a sample of Ellis's semen in the PCR machine and set it going. Several hours would pass before there was a result. Bryn put a drop of Ellis's semen on a microscope slide and looked at it under a microscope. "You wouldn't want to let that near a woman," he commented. "Why not?" asked Ellis. "She'd get pregnant quick smart," he laughed. "It's full of nice wriggly little spermatozoa. You've got a high sperm count, Ellis." "Can I have some of that?" A dark-haired woman of medium build appeared next to them. She was wearing a white lab coat. She had attractive brown eyes. "You'll get pregnant," laughed Bryn. "That's the whole idea," replied the woman. "I would love to have the child of our super elite suppressor, especially one who's such a gorgeous hunk o'spunk like this one." The woman looked at Ellis. "Aren't you one of Roman Kuzniewski's friends, the old mate of his from school who came back from overseas a little while ago?" she asked. "I'm sure I've seen you at Roman's and Bill's parties in that interesting piece of architecture they live in in Mosman. I'm Claire, by the way, Claire Duncan and my partner is Leonie. And you're Ellis de la Mare, the super elite suppressor. I don't know if you'd remember us from the parties, would you?" "Those parties are such a whirl," said Ellis weakly. "There're so many people there." "Yes, of course." Bryn laughed. "I see no introduction is necessary." "Well, Ellis, would you mind if I get a squirt of your semen up my fanny?" asked Claire. "I would dearly love to have a child by you. I want to get your semen while it's hot." "It certainly is hot and it sure is from a hot guy," giggled Bryn. Claire looked at Bryn. "You didn't, Bryn." She laughed. "You did, Bryn. You would've been up his arse like a rat up a drainpipe. I know you. You sure are one fast mover!" "Um, Claire, we haven't made sure his semen is clear of the AIDS virus yet," said Bryn. "It's not likely to have HIV in it. Maybe it's not one hundred percent certain but it'd be at least 99.9999 percent certain. I'd have to be the unluckiest woman in the world to get AIDS from his semen. We already know his blood is clear of the virus. And I don't want to wait until the semen goes cold. The sperm won't be viable then. You know that." "We could freeze it." "No! I want it now! Will you do the honours please, Bryn?" "OK." Bryn drew up a burette full of Ellis's semen. He and Claire disappeared into one of the treatment rooms. Ellis was left alone in the lab. He watched the PCR machine making noises while it processing his semen. Claire and Bryn reappeared a little while later. Claire was smiling. "Well, good luck," said Bryn with a grin. "I hope you have quads." "Oh god, no thanks," declared Claire. "One'll do nicely." Geoffrey walked in. "Well, how did you go?" he asked. "We got the semen sample and it's cooking nicely," replied Bryn with a grin. "I certainly hope so," said Claire with a smile. She walked off whistling. Geoffrey raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?" he asked. "You know Claire, Geoff," smiled Bryn. "You know, the more I see of that woman, the less I understand her. She's always doing something quite unexpected." "She's a very creative woman." "Yes, Bryn, I do realise that," sighed Geoffrey. "By the way, Bryn, I hope you didn't resort to extreme measures with Ellis to obtain a sample of his semen. You know Professor Pszczolinski wouldn't approve." "Never, Geoff." Geoffrey raised an unbelieving eyebrow. He walked into his office. Bryn turned and smiled at Ellis. "Shall we do lunch?" he asked. "Yeah, why not," returned Ellis smiling broadly. He realised he was falling in love with Bryn. They went to one of the many cafes near the hospital where they had lunch together. During the meal Bryn told Ellis of his unsatisfactory living arrangements. He currently shared a house with six other people in Marrickville southwest of the Sydney CBD. It was noisy and the others liked to party. That made it bothersome for Bryn when he had work to do at home. He found difficult it to concentrate. In desperation he would work late into the night at the hospital where at least it was relatively quiet. The kitchen and laundry in the house were always in a mess. His bedroom was small with one small window that looked out onto a brick wall and there was only just enough space for a double bed. The dining room was impossible as that too was always in a mess. He felt that he had no privacy. On the occasions he brought a man home for sex, there would be much comment from the other housemates. He was eager to move out but had little time to spare hunting for somewhere else to live. Ellis immediately offered him a room in his penthouse. He suggested that Bryn come around and have a look at the place. They lingered over lunch. Afterwards they returned to the laboratory. When eventually the PCR machine had finished its work, Ellis, Bryn, Claire, Geoffrey and the other researchers crowded around the machine to see the results. It found no trace of HIV in Ellis's semen. Ellis was completely clear of HIV. His immune system was able to destroy any invasion of the virus. "That's to be expected," said Geoffrey. "Thank God for that!" exclaimed Claire. Geoffrey turned and looked at her. "Why?" he asked. Doris, a young blonde woman who was one of the researchers, giggled. "Oh, Claire, you didn't, did you?" she asked giggling. "Did what?" asked Geoffrey. Doris blushed. "Er... Er..." she stammered. "It's OK, Geoff," said Bryn smoothly. "Claire is conducting an experiment with Ellis's semen. We should have some results in a few months. It's all rather hypothetical at the moment so it's best if we wait until we get some more certain results." "Oh yes," replied Geoffrey with a quizzical eyebrow raised. He put his hand on Ellis's shoulder and said, "It's really good to know that you're completely clear of HIV. That is indeed an excellent result." Ellis grinned happily. "You've no idea what a relief it all is," he said. "I think I can guess," said Geoffrey with a smile. "You've been carrying that burden around for more than a year. It must be wonderful to have it lifted from your shoulders." "It sure is," replied Ellis with feeling. "However, Ellis, I must warn you that if a man infected with HIV deposits his semen in your anus, your semen also will become infected with HIV for a time and therefore will be likely to infect your sex partners with HIV until your immune system is able to clear the virus completely from your body. How long that would take, I have no idea. It could take months or even a year and it has been more than a year since you last had sex with someone who's likely to be HIV positive. No-one's done any research on that particular question. Super elite suppressors such as you are extremely rare." Bryn patted Ellis's bottom. "In other words, mate, your arse isn't just anybody's," he said. "Yes, Ellis," said Geoffrey, "you would be well advised to choose your sex partners very carefully." Claire burst out into a fit of giggles. Doris put her hand over her mouth, gasped and started giggling too. "Oh, Bryn," she giggled. "Oh, Bryn, you..." "What's going on?" asked Geoffrey. "Just you, Geoff," giggled Claire. Geoffrey raised one eyebrow. "Bryn," he said, "I take it that you..." "And finally, Geoff, the penny has dropped with a loud clang," laughed Claire. "Bryn," Geoffrey continued with a smirk, "I had a feeling you would be unable to resist having sex with Ellis. It's all right with me. I won't be telling the prof though. I'm very well aware he takes a very conservative view of such matters." "Prof is such a Roman Catholic," laughed Claire. "And so is Ellis, for that matter," replied Geoffrey. His smirk continued. "Oh shit, I'm sorry," said Claire. "It's all right," replied Ellis with a laugh. "I reckon I'm a pretty lapsed Catholic by now." "You're a bastard, Geoff," declared Claire. "By the way, Geoff, are you going to ask Ellis about a bone marrow donation?" asked Doris. "We have been discussing it." "Oh yes," replied Geoffrey. "Ellis, because you're an super elite suppressor able to fight off pretty well any infection and people like you are so extremely rare, we would really love to be able to examine your immune system more closely and find out how it manages to resist the attack by HIV and actually kill off the virus. We hope to develop a treatment that could indeed save many lives. What we would like to do is to take some of the bone marrow from inside your bones because that's where your white blood cells that control your immune system are grown. Are you willing to do that, undergo a bone marrow extraction?" "Yeah, OK," replied Ellis. "It'll hurt," said Bryn. "It'll hurt like buggery when they stick a bloody great needle into your bones." "Thank you muchly, Bryn," said Geoffrey sarcastically. "Are you trying to frighten him off?" "No. Just warning him," replied Bryn. "I wouldn't worry too much," replied Ellis. "I'm a body-builder in case you haven't noticed. I'm used to the pain of pushing my muscles until they scream with pain. As Arnold Schwarzenegger said, 'no pain, no gain'. Thanks for the warning, Bryn, but I will go through with it." "Thank you, Ellis," said Geoffrey. "Thank you very much indeed. We can do the procedure under general anaesthetic so you won't feel a thing." "No thanks. I'd rather not," replied Ellis. "My mother had a hell of a time recovering from the general anaesthetics she had when she had her operations. She seems to be allergic to everything." "Ellis, you did tell me that you've never had a cold or the flu. You'd go to school during a flu epidemic and there'd be hardly anyone in your class. They were all home sick. You just said your mother is allergic to everything. Did she ever get the flu or a cold?" "Er... yes, she did get the flu or a cold very rarely indeed. But I remember that Dad never got colds or the flu. He'd go to work sometimes and there'd be hardly anyone there. He'd stay home when Mum and my sisters and brothers were sick and he'd look after them. It used to shit me to death having to go to school all by myself." Bryn laughed, "Yeah, I guess it would, you super elite suppressor, you. It sounds like you inherited your immune system from your father along with something from your mother. This is getting really interesting." "Look, we could give you a strong painkiller like morphine to deaden the pain," said Geoffrey with concern. "We certainly don't want you writhing in agony on the operating table." "Dunno about that," laughed Ellis. "I was brought up to endure pain. 'Pain is good. Suffering is good', the religious brothers would tell me at school. They said I should be prepared to suffer like Jesus in His agony on the cross. Good Catholic shit. So I guess I'm used to pain. It doesn't worry me." "Be that as it may. It would make things awfully difficult if you were even to twitch on the operating table. It would be better if you did have some analgesia." "Oh well, let's see how we go." "There is one more thing I should remind you, Ellis. If you were to indulge in an orgy involving you inserting your penis into someone's anus in company with a number of other men like the orgies in the gym involving your ex-partner BJ having a whole lot of other men inserting their penises into his anus as you have told me, as you rightly said at the time, you would be at risk of picking up HIV from the semen of a HIV-infected man who had preceded you in the orgy. Even though you are immune to the disease, you are likely to pass the virus in your semen to any sex partner on whom you practice insertive anal intercourse and that could have tragic consequences." "And that means no orgies, mate," said Bryn quietly. "Of course," replied Ellis. "I've never been into orgies and the thought of indulging in the sort of gang-bang BJ was involved in at the gym is a real turn-off. I guess I'm a one-man man." "Good on you," said Geoffrey with feeling. "I would hate to lose Bryn, particularly to a nasty disease like AIDS. He is really good to have around. And, Ellis, I would hate to lose such a good friend as you." Bryn beamed. "Thanks, Geoff, for letting me know," he said. Bryn came around to Ellis's apartment that evening. He loved the idea of living in the luxurious penthouse with a hot lover like Ellis. Delighted, he agreed to move in. They sealed the deal with a glorious long vigorous fuck in Ellis's bed. They could not keep their hands off each other and Ellis revelled in having Bryn's cock up his arse. They were filled with passion for each other. Later that evening they had a shower together and Bryn fucked Ellis once more in the shower. Replete, they got dressed and had an enjoyable dinner at a steak restaurant on a wharf in Woolloomooloo. Bryn spent the night with Ellis. They had one more good hard fuck and they fell asleep with Bryn's cock up Ellis's arse. Bryn moved in the very next Saturday morning. He had few belongings and no furniture. All his stuff fitted into his car. When Ellis turned up at the house in Marrickville to help, his big Mercedes with its capacious boot was superfluous. Back at the apartment building, Bryn parked his car, a bright metallic blue 1973 Holden HQ Monaro GTS 350 two-door coupe in one of Ellis's parking spaces. The two men did not take long to unpack. Bryn moved his clothes and his PC into the second bedroom but Ellis made it clear that he wanted Bryn to share his bed with him. Ellis introduced Bryn to Marica Brcic. She was doing the cleaning that morning. She was delighted to meet him, a doctor, and said he was a fine young man. She asked him to call her by her first name. She referred to Ellis and Bryn as her boys. When she asked Bryn about his ethnic background, he told her that he had been born in Wales and he was three years old when his family migrated to Australia. Afterwards Ellis suggested that he and Bryn have lunch together at the Ritz Cafe on Darlinghurst Road in Kings Cross. It was run by a Mrs Vuong, a Vietnamese refugee who provided delicious meals and excellent coffee. Mrs Vuong used to be a senior chef at the Ritz Hotel in Saigon before the Communists took over South Vietnam and renamed Saigon to Ho Chi Minh City. Bryn was interested to try the Ritz. On the way down in the lift Bryn laughed and said, "Your housekeeper is Brick by name and brick by nature." "What do you mean?" asked Ellis. "She's built like a brick shithouse and her hair's the colour of a brick." Ellis laughed then said, "Yeah, she sure is but don't you dare tell her that. She's got a heart of gold. She tolerates my little foibles and she really looks after me. Yeah, and she seems pretty broad- minded for a Catholic. I would hate to see her upset." "No way I'd do that, mate," replied Bryn. He hugged Ellis and they had a quick kiss until the lift doors opened. They got into Bryn's Monaro and Ellis guided Bryn to the Ritz Cafe where they had a long and enjoyable lunch. Mrs Vuong greeted Ellis who had eaten at her restaurant regularly since he had moved into the penthouse. He introduced her to Bryn. While they were eating, Ellis asked Bryn about his body size statistics. Bryn was 190 centimetres (6' 3") tall and weighed 135 kilograms (298 lb, 21 stone 4 lb). As Ellis had already noted, Bryn had excellent muscular definition. His bulging biceps measured 22 inches (56 cm). Ellis noted that Bryn was the same height as BJ but weighed a little less. Ellis had been working out hard at the gym in Kings Cross more or less every day since after he moved into the penthouse. As a result he had put on more muscle since he left Britain but still retained the excellent muscular definition he had before. His weight had increased to 19 stones 10 lb (276 lb) or 125 kilograms. The size of his big biceps and triceps had increased to 22 inches (56 cm). He was very proud of his arms and the rest of his body. His chest, shoulders and legs had increased in size but that still did not impede his agility. Bryn was impressed by Ellis's compact broad-shouldered muscularity. He commented that Ellis must be genetically gifted to grow so much muscle so easily. Ellis was filled with desire for the new man in his life and it showed. He blurted out, "I love you, Bryn." Bryn broke into a broad grin and said, "That's the first time anyone has said that to me. And, guess what? I've gone and fallen in love with you too, Ellis. Yeah, I love you." They held hands under the table. It was a special moment. At Bryn's request, Ellis told him the story of his activities since he left Australia all those years ago. He told Bryn about Sashi and the breakup over the Black God, his enduring friendship with Theodora, now Mrs Ferguson, his stay on Mull and the start of his relationship with BJ. His time on Mull seemed to have acquired the golden glow of an idyllic and innocent age. He described his relationship with BJ. He recounted the fun times he had in Soho and the other parts of London, the gay clubs, bars, discos and pubs as well as the parties at the house in Bramham Gardens and his friendship with the two queens. He disclosed that he had got into many fights defending his other gay companions and the formidable reputation he had gained as a fighter. Bullies would back off quick smart when they saw him. "I could teach you judo and karate, Ellis," offered Bryn. "You'd be less likely to kill someone with your great strength." "I haven't been in a fight since I got back here," returned Ellis. Bryn told Ellis that he was a black belt exponent of both judo and karate and he was qualified as a teacher in both. He and an older friend, the professor of Orthopaedic Surgery at Sydney University, Professor Hiroyoshi Nakamura, taught boys and men the martial arts as a hobby. He said that Ellis would have a tremendous advantage because of his enormous strength and his agility. It would be awful if Ellis went to gaol on a murder or manslaughter conviction. Instead he could just punish someone sufficiently for that person to learn his lesson. Ellis readily agreed to become Bryn's pupil. Martial arts would be useful skills for him to learn. He continued with his story. He told Bryn of his breakup with BJ, his anger and regret that BJ had not bothered to ask Ellis to fuck him before BJ had got the other men in the gym to fuck him, his time at Findhorn. He related his conversation with Hilda, particularly her suggestion that he should fuck Morgan who was infatuated with him. "You know, the old girl was spot on about you not having AIDS," remarked Bryn. "You are absolutely clear of HIV. We've proved that. And she's right about you being as fit as a scrub bull. You're bulging with muscle and you're as strong as a bull. I wonder if there really is something in aura-reading. It does sound like New Age magical thinking to me but in Hilda's case, I wonder. She sure got it right with you." "Yeah, strange isn't it." "She obviously didn't want you to go." "Yeah, I guess so. I've got to say there have been times since I got back that I've regretted leaving Findhorn, particularly with all the shit with the family here." "Does your family know you're gay?" "Nup. The only family member I told here in Australia was my great- aunt and she's dead now. I haven't bothered to tell anyone else. I often wonder if she left everything to me because I'm gay and maybe it's because I took her into my confidence." "Maybe she did. Anyway, what's this about the Black God that Hilda was talking about, the one who's supposed to rescue you from the black hole of depression? Did she mean the black god you saw in the temple in India when you broke up with Sashi?" "Dunno." Ellis shrugged. "Got no idea." He broke into a grin. "Could be you, mate." "Don't know about that. Do I look anything like the black god in the temple?" asked Bryn "Nope. But I live in hope. You may just be dark enough," replied Ellis still grinning. Bryn laughed. "OK, then, what about you?" asked Ellis. In turn Bryn told his story. He had gained his medical degree and was currently working towards a doctorate of medical science in immunology under Professor Pszczolinski and Doctor Bland as well as training as a medical specialist in immunology. He had become interested in immunology when the AIDS epidemic struck and it became known that the virus disabled the human immune system. While he was a medical student he had sex with a number of women, particularly with the nurses. One nurse wanted very much to get married to Bryn but he was horrified by the prospect. In desperation he had started fucking a sturdy gay friend who played rugby. He discovered he liked fucking a man and the man had loved being fucked by Bryn. Their relationship put the nurse right off. She was furious that Bryn had not told her that he was gay. The trouble was that he did not think he was gay until he had started fucking the gay friend. The relationship with the rugby player continued for about two years until it fell apart. He moved out. Then he lived in a couple of other share houses until he ended up in Marrickville. None had provided satisfactory accommodation. In the next few weeks they spend a lot of time having lots of sex together. It was wonderful. Bryn introduced Ellis to face-to-face fucks. Previously Ellis's partners had always entered him from behind. Now Ellis lay on his back with Bryn on top of him. He was strong enough to support Bryn's weight easily. Ellis would wrap his legs around Bryn's waist while Bryn powered into his arsehole. Ellis was in raptures. Bryn was too. They had many long and enjoyable fucks. Naked, they would kiss passionately and that added to their enjoyment. A variation they liked was with Bryn lying on his back with Ellis sitting on Bryn's groin facing forward but leaning backwards with Bryn's cock up his arse. It was one of the positions Ellis and BJ used in their live sex shows in Bramham Gardens back in London. The fucker's cock ramming into Ellis's prostate drove Ellis into the heights of ecstasy. He loved it. Bryn enjoyed it very much as well. Ellis would shoot his semen all over Bryn's chest and belly. Bryn loved it when Ellis licked up all the semen from his front afterwards. Ellis liked the new positions. He enjoyed the variety. Marica insisted on changing and washing their bedlinen every day because of the semen deposits. She complained about the extra work taking her longer. Ellis agreed to pay her more. He was happy to have her do all the housework. Ellis made excellent progress in learning judo and karate under Bryn's instruction. Soon he became skilled enough to join Bryn's intermediate martial arts classes. He acquitted himself well when sparring with his classmates. His strength and agility gave him an enormous advantage. He was aware that Bryn was watching him like a hawk. Bryn was quick to intervene if he saw that Ellis's sparring partner was in danger. He made it clear to Ellis that already Ellis was a most formidable fighter. The martial arts skills he had already acquired as well as his great strength gave him a huge advantage over any streetfighter. However, Bryn was keen to refine Ellis's techniques as much as he could. He declared that Ellis was extremely dangerous in a fight and he gave Ellis intensive instruction in restraining an opponent without killing him or inflicting serious injury upon him. A number of Ellis's classmates feared sparring with Ellis because he was so powerful. Bryn reassured them that if Ellis looked like damaging them, he could come down on Ellis like the proverbial ton of bricks. He made it clear to his class that Ellis was under strict orders not to damage his sparring partners in any way whatsoever even though Ellis was his boyfriend. Professor Nakamura, Bryn's martial arts colleague, was impressed with Ellis's martial arts skills and the quickness with which Ellis learnt them. It was not long before the professor and Bryn promoted Ellis to the advanced class. There Ellis's strength and agility was less of an advantage. The class made good progress in learning to handle an opponent as strong, agile and aggressive as Ellis. Having a sparring partner like Ellis sharpened their skills considerably. Even so, Ellis made very good progress. Bryn still watched him closely when Ellis was sparring but he was less concerned about Ellis damaging his opponents. He said many times pity help any unfortunate silly enough pick a fight with Ellis who could easily kill or badly injure an opponent. Ellis could stop someone's heart with a karate jab to the stomach. He could break an arm, leg or neck with ease or totally wreck a knee, elbow, hip, shoulder or any other joint. Bryn emphasised to Ellis that his martial arts skills and his great strength should only be used for defence, never for offence. Anything else would go against The Way which Bryn had taught him. Professor Hiroyoshi Nakamura, or Yoshi to his friends, reinforced that. One thing that Bryn often remarked upon was how much more graceful Ellis's movements had become. He was moving like a real martial arts exponent even when he was just walking down the street. He could be mistaken for a ballet dancer despite his muscles. Bryn took to going to the Sparta Gym in Kings Cross with Ellis. He really liked the hard-core feel of the place. He definitely preferred it to the gym at the hospital. The Sparta Gym was more his kind of place. He had been using the hospital gym but he felt out of place because he was so much bigger, stronger and more muscular than the other users. Also using the hospital gym were a lot of rehabilitation patients. Some busybody told him that some of the rehabilitation patients were being driven to despair by the sight of the big powerfully muscled doctor doing heavy workouts in the gym. Bryn treated her with scorn but it did make him feel uncomfortable about using the hospital gym. He did however continue to use the gym some of the time. He found it good to have a strenuous workout after a hard day's work in the laboratory or the wards. At the Sparta Gym he upped his exercise routine. With that and the excellent and nutritious meals cooked by Marica he increased his muscular size even more until he grew to be even bigger than BJ. His weight increased to 150 kilograms (330 lb), his upper arms grew to 23 inches (58 cm.), his thighs became 33 inches (84 cm.) and his chest increased in size to 60 inches (152 cm.). His arms were enormous but in keeping with the rest of his massive muscular body. His waist remained at 36 inches (91 cm.). Ellis was delighted that Bryn was bigger than BJ. He told Bryn that but also said that Bryn's personality was quite different from that of BJ. Ellis liked the difference. For himself, he felt he had become big and strong enough. He had put on a lot more muscle since he had left London and he felt that he did not need to get any bigger. He took Bryn to see Mr Huynh, the tailor in Kings Cross. Mr Huynh was very happy to accept Bryn as a customer. His brother was a cobbler or shoemaker who worked in the same shop. Bryn was glad to find someone who could make shoes that fit him to order. Up until then Ellis had Mr Huynh the cobbler make him a few shoes for special occasions. They were very comfortable. Bryn took a real liking to Ellis's Ferrari. He delighted in driving the car around town. He especially liked taking Ellis for a drive in the Ferrari up into the Blue Mountains. Ellis was not at all nervous. He enjoyed having someone else drive the car and stopping off at some alternative little teahouse for a pleasant cup of tea and cakes. At times Ellis preferred driving the Mercedes because of its solid German engineering, its comfort and predictability. He saw the Ferrari as a bonus, a nice something extra to drive occasionally and to show off in when he went to Roman's and Bill's parties. However, he liked driving Bryn's Monaro. He really likes its raw power and its gutsy get-up-and-go. The big V8 begged to be worked hard. Ellis thought it was a bit like Bryn. With the Mercedes he felt he had to drive it sedately but with the Monaro he felt he could really let his hair down. He drove it accordingly. One day he was pulled over by the police and issued with an on-the-spot fine for speeding. Bryn was helpless with laughter when Ellis told him. "First of many, no doubt," he laughed. "Piss off," retorted Ellis unamused. When driving the Monaro again, Ellis made sure to keep an eye on the speedometer. He did not want to suffer the embarrassment again. As Ellis grew more confident in his driving ability, he too took a real liking to the Ferrari. He really grew to appreciate its nimbleness, responsiveness and handling ability. He used to love taking it for a burn through the Blue Mountains. He often took Bryn as a passenger but he found that Bryn's extra weight did influence the car's acceleration and handling. He was not bothered. He found he could cope easily with the changed handling but when he threw the car into a sideways drift, he teased Bryn about his extra weight affecting the car. He grew to be very fond of the Ferrari. He loved Bryn's Holden Monaro. Often he and Bryn would go for a drive together up through the Blue Mountains. Bryn would drive the Ferrari and Ellis would drive the Monaro. They had to observe the speed limits on the motorway west out of Sydney because it was too well patrolled by the police. The alternative was via Blacktown through North Richmond and Kurrajong Heights. Once out of civilisation, they could really cut loose on the road. The Ferrari had a significantly higher top speed and better handling than the Monaro but Ellis really enjoyed driving the Monaro. When Ellis floored the accelerator, the Monaro gave a joyous bellow from its big gutsy V8 and shot forward like a rocket. It could keep up on open curves but on a straight road the Ferrari took off like a rabbit leaving the Monaro behind. On tight corners the Ferrari would whip around like a fox but Ellis would throw the Monaro sideways and it would leave a cloud of blue smoke pouring from its screeching tyres. Ellis was grinning from ear to ear and he said the Monaro was good old Detroit iron made and tweaked up in Australia. When they stopped at a little teashop deep in the Blue Mountains that they had prearranged, Bryn would say that Ellis would have to buy the next set of tyres for the Monaro and Ellis would readily agree. Ellis offered to buy a set of Pirellis for the Monaro but Bryn said that Michelins would do. In Kings Cross there were many games arcades. Ellis and Bryn often went to the one near the Sparta Gym. It was called 'Firepower'. It became their favourite. Ellis took a real shine to an arcade game called 'Starfighter'. The video was presented on a large TV screen in front of him. He soon discovered he had blazingly fast reflexes and very soon he was knocking up huge scores of seven figures. He attracted a crowd of watchers who cheered him to the rafters every time he shot up an enemy space craft. Another similar game he enjoyed playing was 'Top Gun' where he would fly one of the USAF F15 Eagle jet fighters. Very soon he was knocking up huge scores in that game too thanks to his abnormally fast reflexes. Again he attracted an enthusiastic crowd of watchers who cheered him loudly every time he shot down an enemy MIG or Sukhoi. One day when he had broken the 7,000,000 point barrier playing 'Top Gun' amid loud enthusiastic cheers, a well-dressed middle-aged man came up to him and suggested he consider a career as a fighter pilot. When Ellis demurred, the man said that Ellis had brilliant potential. He tried very hard to persuade Ellis to consider joining the Royal Australian Air Force fighter pilot training program and fly the new FA18 Hornet jet fighters. The pay was excellent and Ellis would become an officer straight away. Bryn came up to them and asked "What's going on?" "Excuse me! We're having a private conversation," snapped the man. "Please leave us!" Ellis put his hand on Bryn's shoulder and said to his interlocutor, "This man is my partner, my lover." "Oh!" said the man as his eyes widened in surprise as they ran over Bryn's massive physique. "A shame about that! Perhaps you're not suitable after all." He turned on his heel, walked off and disappeared into the crowd. "What was all that about?" asked Bryn with a raised eyebrow. Ellis told him. Bryn laughed and said, "No queers in the RAAF!" "Like hell!" laughed Ellis. "You got to laugh," said Bryn. "You've got to be more than twice the age of most of the blokes in here yet that guy goes and picks on you. Well, you do have incredibly fast reflexes and you have been knocking up fantastic scores. And also you do look a lot younger than your age." "Thanks mate." One day Roman phoned Ellis and invited him to dinner at his and Bill's house. When Ellis asked him if he could bring his partner, Roman was glad to hear the news but he was agog with curiosity. Ellis gave few details except that the partner's name was Bryn. "Male or female?" asked Roman. "Male of course," retorted Ellis. "What did you expect?" He had to explain that Bryn had come out to Australia from Wales when he was very young. When Ellis and Bryn arrived at their house, Roman greeted them effusively. He looked Bryn up and down and exclaimed, "By the Blessed Virgin, you're one magnificent specimen of manhood!" Bill laughed and said, "Well, with you around, at least I won't have worry about Ellis lusting after me anymore." Bryn looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Only joking," smiled Bill. "When I first met Ellis, he was still missing his previous lover BJ very much." "I'm sure he's an adequate replacement for BJ," remarked Roman. "Yes, Roman, he certainly is!" replied Ellis tartly. Roman smiled sweetly and asked, "Shall we go inside, gentlemen?" "Bryn, you'll get used to Roman," laughed Bill. "He is rather an acquired taste." "Yeah, it took me a year or two," said Ellis with a grin. As they were walking down the hallway, Roman remarked, "Ellis, you're very light on your feet these days. You're moving really quite gracefully." "That's because I've been doing judo and karate," replied Ellis. "Yeah, I've been teaching him," interjected Bryn. "He's in my advanced class and he's doing extremely well. At the moment I'm helping him to refine his technique so he'll be less likely to kill someone with his enormous strength." He laughed. Roman put his arm around Ellis's shoulders. "Sounds like you're a good man to have around," he said. "I love the feel of all that solid muscle on you." "Ellis, remind me never to pick a fight with you," laughed Bill. "Don't you dare even think about it," Roman retorted. They went into the reception room. One of the dinner guests was Sue, the woman who had propositioned Ellis at Roman's and Bill's New Year's Eve party. This time she was accompanied by a tall blond blue-eyed man younger than Sue by well over a decade. He was very good-looking with the strong muscular build of a rugby player and about as tall as Bryn. Sue introduced him to Ellis, Bryn and the other dinner guests as Tom. It was the first time Tom had been to the house or met any of the other guests. "So Sue, I take it Tom meets your selection criteria," remarked Ellis with a smirk. "Yes, Ellis, he does," replied Sue tartly. "Good!" Dinner was prepared by Bill and, with the wines from the hosts' cellar the meal was most enjoyable. Many questions were fired at Bryn. The guests were interested to hear that he was a medical doctor doing research into immunology. When Roman pressed him for details of his research, Bryn demurred saying that whenever he tried to explain the technicalities to Ellis, Ellis's eyes would glaze over. He assumed that most people would be the same. He said that Ellis was a super elite suppressor which meant that his immune system was able to beat off infections by any virus or bacteria, HIV or the AIDS virus in particular. Ellis could not get AIDS. That created a lot of interest. Sue took a long look at Ellis and said, "It's a shame, Ellis, that you're not spreading those magnificent genes of yours around." "AIDS is God's punishment for homosexuals," remarked Tom. "We shouldn't interfere in His justice." Roman's eye's glittered. No-one took the bait. "You know, Ellis," said Roman, "I would think that there'd be many women who'd love to have babies sired by you. Just think, you could father lots of babies who can't get AIDS and if they're boys, they could grow up to be gorgeous muscular young men like you." "Interesting thought, Ellis," smiled Bryn, "if you don't mind having your life full of one-night stands." "In fact Ellis," continued Roman, "I know lots of lesbian couples who very much want to have children but they can't in this antiquated morally uptight society. You would be an ideal sire. Just imagine, lots of people who're immune to AIDS." "You're a bunch of perverts," snarled Tom. "And you're so gorgeously fuckable," retorted Roman. The big muscles on Tom's strong arms bulged with tension. His blue eyes blazed with anger. He made to rise from his chair but was restrained by Sue's firm hand on his shoulder. "Don't, Tom," she said tersely. "Those three musclemen would beat the crap out of you if you even laid a finger on Roman." "They certainly would," returned Roman, his eyes glittering. He indicated Ellis and Bryn. "And these two men are martial arts experts," he said. "OK, guys, cool it," said one of the other men at the table. He was older and sat next to his wife. "Anyone for dessert?" asked Bill rising from his seat. -------------------------------------- Continued in Part 82. --------------------------------------