This is a story describing erotic encounters between males. There are explicit descriptions of sexual activities here.
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All the characters in this story are purely products of my imagination and are not based on real people. Any resemblance is purely coincidental and is not intended.
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The Old Valley Road Hotel.
By Wombat. -------------------------
------------------------------------ Chapter 3. Education and Induction.
Parts 17 - ------------------------------------
------------------------------------ Part 17 - Educating Derek. ------------------------------------
Derek and Hal arrived back in the loft of Derek's garage after their slap-up meal at Maxim's in Paris 1901. The eastern horizon was becoming lighter with the approaching dawn. Both men stood naked in the cool of the predawn air. Derek embraced Hal and kissed him. The two big heavily muscled men stood hugging each other.
Derek: << That was a really great meal we had last night. Thank you for taking me there. I really enjoyed it. >>
<< That's good. I really enjoyed it too. You are fun to be with. >>
Their thoughts passed freely between their two minds. Derek was getting interested in more sex but Hal was preoccupied.
<< Can you ride a motorbike? >>
<< Yes. I often rode an agricultural bike when I helped to round up the sheep on my sister's and brother-in-law's sheep station in Western Victoria. I got quite good at it too. >>
<< Do you have a licence to ride a bike on the road? >>
<< Nope. Never bothered. I never needed a bike in Sydney. >>
<< I'd better fix that. Can I have your licence please? >>
Derek used his psychokinetic power to make his wallet float over to him from the bedside cupboard. He extracted his driver's licence and handed it to Hal. He was curious as to what Hal was going to do.
Hal held the licence card in his hand. Something changed and Hal held it up for Derek's inspection. Derek could see that he was now licensed to ride a motorbike as well as drive a car.
Hal: << That was the easy part! >>
Hal then summoned a horde of pixies and imps. The tiny pinpoints of energy gathered in a luminous cloud around Derek's licence that Hal was holding in his hand while Hal issued them instructions to go into the computers of the Roads and Traffic Authority and the Police Department of the State of New South Wales and change all the files, records and backup tapes there relating to Derek's licence. In a few seconds they were back having completed their task. Now according to the computer files, Derek was now a fully licensed motorcycle rider and he had been for the past five years since his twenty-first birthday.
Derek was amazed.
<< You make it look so easy. >>
Hal smiled. << Years of practice. It is a good thing to build up a good relationship with the minor beings of the spirit world as well as the major ones. It can make life a lot easier. >>
<< I never would have guessed that pixies and imps would be, like, computer savvy, I mean, like being able to program computers and alter computer records and things like that. >>
<< It took us a lot of patience for us to teach them to do that and now they can do it quite easily. >>
Hal handed Derek back his licence. Derek examined it. Sure enough, it showed him to be licensed to ride a bike as well. Derek shook his head in wonder.
<< Soon you'll be able to do this sort of thing too, Derek. Now we'd better get you a bike. Have anything in mind? >>
<+ No idea. +>
<< A Harley? >>
<< OK, I guess. Or what about a Honda or a Suzuki? Or maybe a Yamaha? >>
<< Jap bikes?! I wouldn't bother. There's something about a Harley- Davidson motorbike that's hard to beat. A Harley is a real heavy he- man's bike. It is an enduring symbol of masculine potency; it is a thoroughly butch bike. A Harley-Davidson is a great pose bike; it is attention getting, loud, noisy, intimidating and very masculine. It radiates brute force. It asserts dominance. When you ride one, it shows off your muscles splendidly. It is not a bike for women! And Jap bikes are really not the same. They really don't have that sort of character. And to tell you the truth, the Jap bikes are a wee bit squeezy for a big fellow like me. A Harley will take a bloke my size easily. >>
<< I guess you're a Harley man. >>
<< Yeah! Right on! Would you like one? >>
<< After a recommendation like that, how can I refuse? >>
<< Well, I have a black 1992 Dyna Low-Rider I can let you have. I'm afraid it'll cost you $2000. Much as I would like to, I am not going to give it away. You can pay me when you're ready. >>
<< Sure. >>
Hal concentrated his will and Derek heard a soft whoosh in the garage below the loft. They jumped downstairs and Derek saw a second Harley-Davidson motorbike parked next to Hal's. Derek was thrilled as he admired the gleaming black machine that was now his. It was in mint condition and the chrome highlights sparkled. It was filled with petrol and ready to go. He thanked Hal profusely.
Derek: << Are Roadknights allowed to have other makes of bikes besides Harley-Davidsons? >>
Hal laughed. << Of course they are. Our members ride bikes like Triumphs, BSA's, Nortons, Ducatis, Motoguzzis, BMW's, and yes, even the good Jap bikes like Hondas, Kawasakis, Yamahas and Suzukis. I just prefer Harleys myself. >>
<< Sounds like some of your guys ride some real antiques. >>
<< Yep. We look after them with our superhuman powers and so we are riding old bangers that are kept in mint condition. >>
<< Way to go! >>
As Derek watched, Hal exerted an act of will and clothed himself in his bike-riding gear, the same clothes that he was wearing when he first arrived in Derek's life that morning six days ago. He had on the sleeveless blue denim jacket with the Roadknights' insignia on the back, the faded blue denim jeans, the knee-length black leather flying boots and the elbow length black leather riding gloves. He looked awesomely muscular, just the same as he did back then. Derek looked at him with admiration and love. Hal put on his black bike helmet.
Derek was about to get into an identical outfit when Hal warned him that he, Derek, could not yet wear the insignia of the Roadknights. Before he could, he had to be admitted into the motor cycle club and there were a number of things he had to learn first.
Derek thought up Plan B and created around his muscular body a black leather sleeveless jacket with matching tight-fitting black leather riding pants. He also put on black leather gloves and riding boots similar to Hal's. He looked truly spectacular in the outfit with his big powerful body packed with rippling hard muscles, his massive broad shoulders with his thick, heavily muscular 24-inch arms with football sized biceps, the thick, robust, bulging curve of his pectoral muscles and the hard chiselled bulges of his abdominal muscles. He stood 186 centimetres (6'1") and weighed 135 kilograms (300 lb).
Hal whistled appreciatively. << You look like a hot muscle hunk out of Tom of Finland. You are really hot! >>
Derek flashed a wide grin, put on his black helmet and mounted his bike. The bike fired up easily when he kick-started it. Its roar filled the garage interior as Derek rode out the back door. Hal followed him out. Derek used his psychokinetic power to close the door behind him. It was an odd sight to see the door slide shut noisily apparently under its own power. The two men sat side by side on their idling bikes in the gravel car park between the garage and the hotel.
Derek took off. His powerful bike roared as it accelerated up Valley Road. Hal was close behind him. As Derek rode quickly up the road, he quickly discovered that the big Harley handled quite differently to the agricultural bikes he was used to riding on his sister's sheep station. For a start it had considerably more momentum. Information flowed telepathically from Hal's mind to Derek's and Derek quickly learnt to handle the big bike well.
Hal introduced the concept of 'superstick' where the tyres were made to have an infinite coefficient of friction. In other words the bike tyres in this state simply could not slide on the road surface. The bike went around the tight corners as if it were on rails. Hal warned Derek not to lean the bike over too far or else he would scrape the shiny chrome exhaust manifolds on the road. Derek was exhilarated as he sped along the winding road through the forest.
They quickly reached the intersection with the main road at the top of Valley Road. Hal got Derek to ride back down again. They rode up and down the 18 kilometre (11 mile) length of Valley Road several times while Hal tuned Derek's riding skills by continually assessing him and feeding back ways of improvement. Derek learned to attune himself to the dynamics of his bike. Hal was satisfied when they reached the top of Valley Road for the last time. The trainee superman had improved considerably.
They headed northwest on the road to Gundagai. It did not take them long to cover the distance to the town. Derek used his telepathic sense to scan the road ahead so when it was clear he was able to overtake the slower moving traffic without any dramas. He felt marvellous as they sped past the cars and caravans on the road. Hal cautioned the young superman against feeling too superior.
They stopped briefly at the statue of the dog on the tuckerbox. The tourists gathered around gawked at the two powerful musclemen. Derek looked spectacular in his black leathers.
They turned onto the Hume Highway and headed northeast into the morning sun towards Canberra and Sydney. Astride his motorbike, Derek felt like the king of the road. He felt great. They sped up out of Gundagai. Travelling at about 150 klicks (kilometres per hour, 90 miles per hour) Derek revelled in the feel of the wind blasting his bare chest. The bikes cruised easily at that speed. They had received superhuman treatment. The traffic was light and most vehicles were observing the posted 100 k.p.h. (62 m.p.h.) speed limit. Derek happily sped along in the fast lane. Big Hal rode alongside him. This was the life!
Just before Jugiong, Hal slowed down rapidly to the speed limit. He sensed telepathically the radar trap several miles ahead. Derek could feel it too and matched speeds with Hal. He could sense the minds of the police officers manning the trap. A motorist who had been clocked at 140 klicks (88 m.p.h.) had just been issued with an infringement notice and was driving off in a very sour mood that Derek sensed clearly. The two motorcyclists rode past the radar trap at a very proper 99 k.p.h. They did not look at the police officers eyeing them off.
Several miles beyond the radar trap they were sitting comfortably at 110 klicks. They heard the roar of a V8 motor as an old Ford F-100 pickup truck came up behind them and sat three feet from the two men's bikes. Derek's anger rose as he sensed the driver getting a kick out of hassling the two 'bikies'. In his rear-view mirror he could see the driver grinning at them like an ape. Derek wanted to throw a bolt of lightning at the man and fry him to a cinder, or at least use his psychokinetic power to flip the truck over.
Hal was not the least perturbed.
Hal: << Keep your shirt on, mate. There's absolutely no point in killing him, Derek. I'll just make him suffer a little for his insolence. >>
He stabilised his bike, turned around and made a gesture at the radiator grill of the Ford F-100 close behind them. A sprite leapt into action and disconnected the high-tension lead from the coil to the distributor. The Ford's engine died immediately. The pickup truck fell back and coasted to a halt in the breakdown lane at the side of the highway. Derek enjoyed the look of astonishment and dismay on the driver's face. As they sped away, the F-100's driver was trying to restart his engine.
Derek grinned at Hal. << Neat trick! >>
Hal: << We'll be miles away by the time that dimbo realises that the high-tension lead has come away from the coil. With luck, he'll flatten his battery trying to start his truck again. It certainly is more fun than frying him. >>
<< Yeah, I guess. I kind of liked the idea of him going up in flames though. >>
<< You can't going around killing people just because they annoy you. It just simply isn't done. Besides, The Boss doesn't like His agents going around killing people. He will come down very hard on you if you do. This way is more fun. Anyway, you only kill another human being if you have absolutely no choice to do otherwise. You can do all sorts of things with your super powers, even though at times you have to reach deep into your bag of tricks. You don't kill a guy merely for being an idiot. You can just make life difficult for him if you choose to, like, you could have oiled up his spark plugs, clogged the carburettor jets, caused a vapour lock in the fuel line, caused the engine control computer to lock up and stop working, or made the fuel disappear from his fuel tank. That last one's a beauty. It makes a guy look like a real idiot running out of fuel on the highway. But you don't go around killing people. If you do kill someone, it's seen as a complete failure on your part. It does not go down well. >>
<< All right. >>
<< You may have noticed that the driver of the pickup was not the sharpest tool in the shed. When he tells his mates in the pub about his little adventure, they'll all laugh at him. They won't believe him. They'll tell him he's stupid and that he doesn't look after his truck properly. The consequence is, hopefully, he'll think twice before trying that sort of trick again. >>
<< You hope. >>
<< I doubt that he'll try that stunt with a Roadknight again. I made sure he noticed the insignia on my back. If he's silly enough to do it to a bunch of Hell's Angels, well, that's not my problem. >>
At Yass, they took the exit and rode through the town. Just outside the town, they turned off the Barton Highway to Canberra and headed south. In a while they were riding along the western side of the Brindabella Range. The bitumen petered out and they were riding on a rough dirt road.
Hal showed Derek how to set up a force field around his bike so that it glided smoothly over the potholes and corrugations. After that Derek was a lot happier cruising along the dirt road.
They rode deeper into the forest that clothed the western ramparts of the Brindabella Range. The road became narrower and rougher but the bikes were insulated from the road shocks by the force fields under their wheels. The tall trees stood close to the narrow dirt road and arched overhead. The forest rang with the calls of bellbirds and parrots. Bright flashes of colour appeared as parakeets and lorikeets flew across the road in front of them.
Hal turned off onto a narrow dirt track that wound deep into the forest that was part of the Kosciuszko National Park. The track was smooth but little used. Hal stopped in a clearing full of long grass on the banks of a burbling stream.
Hal: << We shouldn't disturb anyone here. The nearest person is miles away. Now is a good time for you to sharpen your combat skills, particularly after that set-to with the pickup truck. You got quite angry then. Right now, one punch from you will kill a man. With your tremendous strength, ordinary people squish rather easily. You need to be able to put a person out of action temporarily rather than kill them or cripple them. The Lord has transformed you into a baby Bodhisattva with big bulging biceps. Your mission is to bring love and joy and beauty and happiness into the world. You do not damage or destroy people. You aim to uplift them into the Light, to transform them as well. You are a beautiful man now, a superman. You are a blessed being with tremendous power now. It is possible for you to destroy the Earth if you chose to do so. It is possible for one superman to destroy utterly an entire galaxy and all that is contained in it. It is even possible for one superman to destroy the entire Universe. >>
<< What would happen if I destroyed the Earth?
<< God would insist that you recreated it again exactly as it was. >>
<< And if I wouldn't? >>
God: << I WOULD STRIP YOU OF ALL YOUR POWERS. I WILL NOT TOLERATE DISOBEDIENCE, ESPECIALLY ON AN ISSUE LIKE THAT. I WILL NOT TOLERATE WILFUL MISUSE OF THE POWERS THAT I HAVE GIVEN YOU. >>
Derek was awed. He was surprised that The Lord was watching and listening to them all the time. Derek had considerable freedom, but The All-Seeing, All-Knowing, All-Powerful Lord God Creator of the Universe was watching and assessing him all the time, seeing how Derek reacted to the various situations presented to him. Hal was close to The Lord and Hal was guiding Derek ever onward along the path of further growth and development as a superhuman agent of The Lord.
Derek: << OK >>
First Hal showed Derek how to throw lighting bolts. Derek used his psychokinetic power to pull in a cloud of electrons from his surroundings, concentrate the electrons around his body, open a channel through the air to his target and throw the charge at the target. Derek blasted an old tree stump with a thick heavy spark that made a very loud bang that echoed through the forest. It sounded like a piece of heavy artillery being fired and the flash was blindingly bright. It was truly a bolt of lightning. The tree stump disintegrated into a pile of charred remains. Next, Derek fired a lightning bolt at a thick branch of a dead gum tree about 500 metres (quarter of a mile) away. The bolt severed the branch next to the trunk and the branch came crashing to the ground. Again there was a blinding flash and a deafening bang. Where the branch had been attached to the tree remained as a charred stub.
Then Hal showed Derek how to use his electrokinetic power to disable a man. Both Hal and Derek stripped naked for the demonstration. Derek jabbed his outstretched fingers into Hal's stomach and fired a small bolt of electric charge into his torso. Hal grunted but he was not hurt.
Hal: << Good! Do that to an ordinary man and he will end up curling up on the ground writhing with pain. A charge into his guts will cause all his abdominal muscles to cramp up and all his intestines will go into a temporary spasm. The pain is hideous. It feels like a grenade going off in your guts. You only do that to someone who seriously needs punishing. >>
Hal duplicated himself. His avatar who had no super powers stood dumbly next to Hal who showed Derek how to perceive the electric fields of the human body. Derek could see them as a network of small glowing nodes connected by glowing lines projected onto the skin of both Hal and his duplicate. Derek used his electrokinetic power and found that shooting a small electric charge into this network could seriously disrupt the functioning of the human body. Hal's avatar shrieked in sudden pain and collapsed. Hal revived him quickly and showed Derek how to paralyse an arm or a leg with his electrokinetic power, thus disabling an opponent temporarily.
Hal got his avatar to attack Derek, who easily disabled the huge heavily built muscleman by judicious application of electric charge. The avatar lay heaving and groaning at Derek's feet. Hal revived him again and Derek kept on practising until Hal was satisfied.
Hal absorbed the abused avatar back into himself. Then he showed Derek how to create fireballs by using his psycho-electrokinetic power to pulling electrons from air molecules to form a cloud of glowing charged particles. Derek had great fun shooting a stream of glowing, fizzing fireballs from his outstretched hand. These fireballs would drift in the air for a few seconds to a minute or two like soap bubbles. Some would just fade away while others would implode with a bang. With a little fiddling of the charge ratios, Derek found he could shoot off fireballs of various different colours from the standard electric blue-white to blue, violet and green through to pink and yellow.
Hal: << Fireballs are a great way of stopping an attack by a savage animal. Pop one in its face and it runs a mile. It really is effective in scaring an animal off. I'd be careful about throwing them at people though. You could easily get an inconvenient reputation for being a sorcerer or an alien from outer space. You don't want that. >>
Derek put his arms around his lover and hugged him vigorously. Hal bent down and kissed Derek hard on his lips. They held each other in a passionate clinch.
It was now the middle of the day and the sun shone down brilliantly from high in the bright blue sky. The trees around the clearing were all out in blossom and their scent hung heavily in the still air. The drone of bees busy in the wattle flowers filled the air.
Derek ran his hands over Hal's powerful form feeling with pleasure his broad muscular back, his robust shoulders and his magnificent thickly muscled 26" arms. Hal did the same to Derek's similarly powerfully muscled body. He relished Derek's splendid 24" upper arms. He ran his hands over Derek's wide heavily muscled shoulders, down Derek's brawny broad back, grasped firmly the thick round muscles of Derek's magnificent bubble butt and spread the butt cheeks apart. Both their cocks stiffened rapidly as their desire for each other rose. They kissed each other fervently. Hal's stiff cock found its way between Derek's great thickly muscled thighs as Derek hungrily rubbed his cock against the mountain ridges of Hal's belly.
Hal pulled Derek on top of him as he lay back onto the grass. Derek straddled Hal's huge body and eased his arse back against Hal's great big, stiff and willing penis. His arsehole opened readily and the anal pucker enfolded itself around the cock head of Hal's mighty penis. Derek let out a heartfelt groan as Hal pushed his cock into Derek's anal canal. Both penis and arsehole had force fields switched on so that they felt deliciously well lubricated. Derek felt wonderful as Hal's huge cock penetrated into his arsehole up past his prostate and deep into his bowels. He rode the bearded muscleman's huge body as Hal's penis thrust deep into his body with long powerful strokes. Derek's own big steel-hard penis rubbed against the muscles of Hal's rock hard stomach. Both held off their orgasms for a time as each relished the fantastic sensations of their fuck that flowed between each other's telepathically linked minds. Hal kept on thrusting his penis in and out of Derek's beautiful and silky smooth arsehole while Derek howled in his intensely sensual carnality. He relished every millimetre of Hal's mighty 40 centimetre (16 inch) cock. Hal clung onto Derek's huge and powerfully muscled body. He really enjoyed fucking this magnificent muscleman who had grown under his tutelage from an ordinary young man into a dream lover.
Derek released his orgasm and it exploded in him like the detonation of a thermonuclear bomb. Simultaneously Hal released his. Hal roared as his semen boiled up out of his balls through his churning groin and gushed out of his mighty penis and squirted deep into his partner's bowels. Derek howled as his mighty body shook with the intensity of his orgasm. The two men's orgasms intertwined together into a telepathically linked firestorm that enveloped their heaving bodies.
This attracted the attention of the spirit beings of the forest. Curious fauns, satyrs, nymphs, sylphs, dryads, pixies, elves and fairies gathered around the two men locked together in their orgasmic lovemaking. The bolder beings passed through the bodies of the men. Their tingling passage intensified the men's orgasms. Fauns and satyrs clustered around and groped the men's heaving bodies and wallowed luxuriantly in the ecstatic tumult. Satyrs put their hands into Derek's body and felt the explosion of energy within him. This only spurred the men onto greater orgiastic heights.
Finally after some time the orgasms came to an end. Derek lay upon Hal replete with satisfaction. Hal hugged Derek fervently to him. They kissed happily and saluted the ranks of spirit beings around them that had celebrated their towering orgasm.
The men lay together in the afternoon sun.
Hal: << Derek, mate, you'll do nicely. You're ready to be admitted into the Order. >>
Derek watched as Hal sent out a telepathic call for people to come and help Hal perform the induction. Six of Hal's old friends and lovers replied that they would come. They would meet at Derek's garage the following morning.
The two lovers separated and mounted their motorbikes. Their clothing had been sent to somewhere else earlier except for Derek's boots and gloves, which he put on, wearing nothing else. The men rode naked along the narrow winding forest trails back towards Derek's garage on Valley Road.
Derek found it exhilarating riding through the forest with the wind of his passage playing on his bare skin and blowing through his hair. Hal knew where he was going as he had formed a mental map of the area. Derek was happy to ride with him.
They came out of the forest and rode into farmland along a wide dirt road. Derek accelerated to high speed. He was invulnerable. However he was mindful that his bike was not. He did not wish to make a fool of himself in front of Hal on the day before his induction into the Roadknights and damage his bike. He used his supernatural powers to stabilise the bike as he sped over the rough surface. Farmhouses were set well back from the road and they saw no other traffic. Feeling the gale on his naked body as he sped along was a real blast.
============================================ Continued in Part 18. ============================================