The Old Valley Road Hotel.
By Wombat. ------------------------- Any constructive comments are appreciated. I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'. ------------------------------------ Chapter 3. Education and Induction.
------------------------------------ Part 21: Derek goes to Town. ------------------------------------
Derek drove down Brown's Hill Road into Ringtail Springs in his blue Mitsubishi Pajero four-wheel-drive wagon. As he reached the outskirts, he looked out over the town nestling in the valley towards the mountains of the Snowy Mountain Range and the Brindabella Range to the south and east. The buildings shone in the mellow light of the morning sun.
At the northern edge of the town where the road divided and became High Street the town's war memorial stood at the northern end of the wide median strip of High Street where it intersected with Sydney Street. The memorial itself was a white stone statue of a World War I Digger in an army uniform and slouch hat standing with rifle reversed. Around the plinth were inscribed the names of the local men who had gone to fight in World Wars I and II. A cross marked the names who had sacrificed their lives.
The first stop on Derek's shopping expedition was at the newsagent. It had been several weeks since Derek last had been into the town and he wondered if people would recognise him. His big, powerfully muscled new body would be sure to attract attention. However, Hal had shown him how to influence people's memories of him so that they would not too astounded by the enormous change in his physique that had occurred in such a short space of time. Only a week had passed since Hal had arrived in his life with such an impact. Now it was time for Derek to venture out into the outside world.
It was a beautiful mild morning with a promise of warmth later in the day. Derek was lightly dressed in a white close fitting T-shirt that showed off his splendidly muscular arms and torso to perfection, a tight fitting pair of thin blue cotton shorts. His magnificent thighs and calves were bare except for the dark blue socks and heavy black hiking boots he wore. He squared his broad powerful shoulders and thrust them back into his seat. He felt really good and potent and powerful this morning. After he and Wolf had got back to the garage after the glorious round of sex on the slippery dip in High Street, he had several tremendous rounds of sex with the other guys, Wolf, Kevin, Andy, Paul, Peter, Big Dick and Hal. His cock, his arsehole, in fact his whole body felt deliciously well used. His muscles still throbbed with pleasure.
Derek pulled up under a tree outside the post office and newsagency. The substantial stone building with an ornate clock tower had been built in the nineteenth century on the corner of High Street and Denison Street. It had been the town's post office but Australia Post had sold it off and it had been converted to the town's combined newsagency and post office agency.
High Street was busy with people doing their Friday morning shopping. When he got out of his four-wheel-drive, his telepathic sense picked up the amazement of the people going past as they gawked at his incredible body. His great big muscles felt good as he walked to the shop. He almost swaggered into the newsagency and post office.
Inside, a group of teenagers were standing at the magazine racks in the main hall leafing through magazines. The girls were from a posh girls school on Sydney's North Shore and they were staying at their parents' houses after the finish of the school year. They considered muscles most uncool that year, so they pretended not to take any notice of Derek. That did not stop them making sidelong glances at him as he walked past. Their boyfriends were desperate not to show too much interest in Derek for fear of losing face in front of the girls. However, Derek could sense them covertly staring at him as he strode past to the shop counter.
The middle-aged couple owning the newsagency, Phil and Liz Nelson, stood behind the counter and stared without recognition at the big, devilishly handsome and heavily muscled stranger striding towards them. Derek could feel their apprehension with his telepathic sense. He flicked their minds with a message, a mind glyph, of whom he was and at the same time tweaked their memories of him to his more muscular self as Hal had taught him.
"G'day! How'r'ya goin'? Any mail for me today?" he asked cheerfully as if nothing was wrong.
Liz Nelson was the first to recover.
"My God, Derek!" she exclaimed. "So that's what you've been hiding under those daggy baggy old khaki overalls of yours all this time! I just didn't recognise you like that!"
She came out from behind the counter and circled Derek cooing with admiration.
"Oh my God, Derek! You look absolutely fantastic! You have a most magnificent physique! I just cannot believe that you have been hiding that beautiful body inside those awful old overalls of yours."
Derek grinned. She recognised him all right. He was conscious of the teenage girls in the shop looking at the middle-aged proprietress with undisguised horror. She was just so uncool.
Liz ran her hands over his arm and gently squeezed his biceps.
"I just love muscles," she sighed. "Derek, you're a really hot hunk of spunk and you are terribly handsome. You can put your shoes under my bed any time, gorgeous."
Derek grinned cheekily. Liz just about swooned. From the counter Phil looked over his glasses at Liz and Derek.
"Hey, Liz, steady on, old girl," he said.
"Aw, Phil, don't be like that," complained Liz.
Phil looked directly at Derek.
"Are you any relation to Brigadier William Powers, now Major General Powers?" he asked.
Derek looked at him a little surprised by the change in subject. He was also conscious of Hal's mind taking in the situation in the newsagency. Dear old Hal. He was just keeping a telepathic eye on Derek.
Hal: << Don't worry. Phil had been reading the paper when you came in. He's meaning to ask you about it and here you are, being chatted up by his tipsy wife. >> - <+ Laughter +>
"Yeah. He's my father," Derek replied to Phil's question. "Has he been promoted again?"
Phil showed Derek the newspaper he was reading. "It says here in the 'Australian' that he has just been promoted to Major General. Look, here's his photo. There's quite an article on him here too. He sounds quite a big shot, being the Australian military attache in Washington and all that. And here's his son, rusticating here in Ringtail Springs. There's an article on your father in the 'Canberra Times' too. Do you know when he'll be coming back to Australia?"
"No," was Derek's reply.
Derek smiled at Phil and read the newspaper article quickly. Liz brushed her hands over Derek's muscles as she went past Derek to behind the counter. Derek noticed that her breath smelled strongly of Minties.
Hal was in telepathic contact with Derek continually.
Hal: << So your father has made it into the papers. Well, fancy that! By the way you noticed old Lizzie's breath stinks of mint. It's just to hide the fact that she needs a few sweet sherries to get going in the morning and be nice to the customers. Phil's learned over the years that she's better a bit pissed than sober. >>
Phil busied himself at the back of the shop. Derek checked on his mind and found that Phil was looking for Derek's mail. It had been four or five weeks since Derek had last been in. Phil was having difficulty remembering where it was.
Liz leant over the counter and looked into Derek's eyes.
"Jesus, you're gorgeous, Derek," she said. "You seem to really have come out of your shell. You're a real mystery man."
Even though she was a bit drunk, she was perceptive.
"Liz," Phil called out. "Do you remember where Derek's mail is?"
Liz hummed and hawed but Phil found the slim bundle of mail, brought it over and handed it to Derek.
"There's a letter for you from a woman," said Liz. "It's been here for weeks."
"My sister, very likely."
"You're a dark one!"
Derek purchased a copy each of the 'Australian' and the 'Canberra Times' and left the shop.
Leaning against his four-wheel-drive in the car park he looked at his mail. There were a couple of bills, a couple of pieces of advertising junk mail and a letter from his sister, which he opened and read quickly.
He continued leaning against the Pajero pretending to read his sister's letter. He was conscious of Liz gazing at him through the post office window. The old lush was lusting after him. Other people stared at the really powerful and good-looking muscleman as they walked past.
Next stop was the supermarket. It was in an old building over on the other side of the car park. Once upon a time it had been a picture theatre but now it had been reincarnated as a supermarket.
People stared at Derek's muscular broad-shouldered form as he strode towards the supermarket. He was certainly attracting a lot of attention. He saw no one he knew though. There appeared to be a lot of weekenders and other strangers about in the town. It could be because he rarely came into the town. He had come to know only a few of the local people in the two years he had lived in Ringtail Springs. He was glad of the warm friendly telepathic contact with Hal, Wolf, Peter, Paul, Andy, Kevin and Big Dick back at the garage.
Inside the supermarket he grabbed a trolley and started filling it with groceries. Big Dick and Hal between them had worked out what was needed and Big Dick had created a list that he held in his mind for Derek's attention.
As he went around the aisles he was aware of attracting a lot of attention from the other people in the shop. With his telepathic sense he was picking up comments like "Look at those huge muscles", "Who's he?", "What a freak!", "I haven't seen him around before", "He's beautiful", "I'll bet he's really up himself" and "He's bloody enormous but he's awfully good looking".
Progressing further into the supermarket he detected a mind that he recognised. It was Scott Reeves in the next aisle. He was helping his mother do the Friday morning shopping. At the moment his mother was talking to another woman a couple of aisles away and Scott had drifted away with the supermarket trolley. He did not like the woman his mother was talking to and he was feeling surly and irritable.
Hal: << Now is your chance to wow him with those magnificent muscles of yours. >>
With a tingle of excitement Derek rounded the end of shelves into the next aisle and quietly looked at Scott who was looking at the shelves without seeing. Scott had with him a trolley full of groceries. At the moment he was not a happy man. His mouth was turned down and he was sullen and unhappy. Scott was a strongly built, broad shouldered young man of seventeen years old who had a very handsome, square jawed face with black curly hair hanging down over beautiful blue eyes. He stood 6'2" (188 cm) tall, a little taller than Derek, and weighed in at 220 lb (100 kg) of solid muscle. He was proud of his 18" (45 cm) biceps.
Derek had lusted after Scott for months, particularly after Derek had chucked out Mark, his previous boyfriend, but he had been too afraid to make a move previously. Scott really liked Derek a lot.
Derek approached Scott who looked up and stared at the fantastically built muscle man coming towards him. Scott recognised him almost straight away. His face lit up with pleasure at seeing Derek. Derek tried to tweak Scott's memory of him to make Scott remember him as being a much more muscular man but Scott knew Derek too well for the tweak to stick. He remembered Derek as being rather a hunky man of 183 lb (83 kg) and 5'10" (178 cm) tall but who was much smaller that he is now. He experienced Derek's attempted tweak of his memory as a moment of doubt that surely Derek can't have been that small then only three weeks ago. His strong mind rejected the tweak, as he knew perfectly well that Derek certainly was that small then. Something miraculous must have happened to Derek in the meantime. Derek even looked to be several inches taller than he was before. He looked quite different, better looking as well. Even his dark brown hair was longer. It came down over his eyes and it shone in the lights.
Scott's eyes widened in wonder as he looked over Derek's massively strong form. Derek gave a friendly smile.
"G'day, mate," said Derek cheerfully in his baritone voice. "How'r'ya goin'? Haven't seen you around for a while."
"God, Derek, you're huge!" exclaimed Scott. "Where did you get those incredible muscles?"
"Out of a Weeties packet."
"No, seriously. Those muscles are real, aren't they?"
Derek grinned. "They sure are."
"Christ, Derek, you look really hot and sexy. Fuck, you're a really hunky muscle stud."
Derek inwardly was surprised but he maintained his easy, cheerful manner. This was gay talk. Scott was lusting after him and was coming close to admitting it.
"Thanks, mate, for the compliments," said Derek with a grin.
"Tell me really, how did you get those huge muscles? You weren't that big a few weeks ago. I know."
Derek was in a quandary for a second. He was conscious of Hal and his six friends telepathically in contact with him. Thoughts buzzed rapidly around between them and an array of ideas was set up as a guide to what Derek should say.
Derek tapped the side of his nose and winked.
"Unorthodox methods, you know," he said dropping his voice. "I can't say much now."
Derek was conscious of the other people near by staring at them as well as Scott's mother in the next aisle.
"Unorthodox methods?" asked Scott softly. "Can I get into that too? I would do anything to have huge muscles like yours. It would be really fantastic."
"Well, I'm not able to do anything now but I'm going to learn how to teach people how to do it."
"Ripper! It'd be great if you could teach me. You are absolutely huge. How big are you, like, how big are your biceps, for instance?"
"24 inches".
Derek flexed both arms in a truly spectacular double biceps pose. Scott's eyes widened in wonder. The other people gawked.
"Christ, you're huge!" Scott exclaimed. "What about the rest of you?"
Derek gave him the details, weight 300 pounds (135 kg), height 6'1" and a bit (186 cm), chest 60 inches (152 cm) and so on. Scott was truly amazed.
"How did you get into this? You were heaps smaller before."
"A mate of mine turned up and showed me how. Look, Scott, please do me a favour, and don't say anything to anyone. You are the only person in this town who knows me that well. Most people don't realise that I've grown so quickly. They just think I'm a big fellow who's been hiding his body in baggy old overalls. You know different. It's our secret."
Scott agreed readily to keep Derek's secret. Derek sent a mind glyph into Scott's mind to reinforce the need for secrecy. Not only that, it also made Scott feel valued and needed. His mood lifted. Scott would not tell anyone. He felt proud and important that Derek had trusted him with such a tremendous secret and he would never betray Derek's trust.
Derek was aware that Scott's mother had managed to extricate herself as politely as possible from the other woman and was now looking for her errant son.
Veronica Reeves came round from the next aisle and spied her son. As she approached, she looked curiously at the sinfully handsome and muscular young man that her son was talking to. He looked familiar.
When she came up to them, Scott said, "Mum, you remember Derek Powers, don't you?"
Derek telepathically tweaked her memory so that she remembered him as a big, very handsome and muscular young man.
"Yes, of course I do. How do you do, Derek?"
Veronica was an attractive, nicely built woman who looked to be in her late thirties. Her long straight blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail. She was wearing a bright blue short sleeved and low cut blouse that matched her blue eyes along with white slacks and sandals. It occurred to Derek that she must be older than she looked as her eldest son was in his mid twenties.
Derek looked her up and down with interest. His eyes lingered on her cleavage for just a fraction of a second too long. She cleared her throat. Derek looked up and met her bright blue eyes. He grinned sheepishly and coloured slightly. It was an excellent act. Veronica did not know whether to be insulted or flattered by the attention she received from this beautiful specimen of a muscleman who shone with health. She decided to be flattered and smiled sweetly at Derek who grinned back cheerfully.
He's a bold one, she thought to herself. But he is so incredibly gorgeous. She noticed that he had really lovely brown eyes. With his longish shining dark brown hair and glowing shiny skin with a rich golden tan, he really was tall, dark and handsome.
"How's Chrissie Watson?" Scott asked her flippantly.
Veronica rolled her eyes. "She is so concerned by other people's troubles," she said.
Scott snorted. "You mean she's an old stickybeak who loves a good gossip. Fancy being worried about whether Mrs Biggs rinses out her milk cartons before she puts them out in the garbage bin. I couldn't stand her yakking on any longer."
"When one is the mayor's wife, one has to be polite to all one's husband's constituents, however tedious they may be. Besides, she's one of Max's mother's friends." She looked meaningfully at Derek, who perceived that she thought Mrs Watson utterly boring. Derek was much more interesting.
She turned to Scott. "Well, young man, we'd better get this lot of goodies and tuck back home to feed the hungry horde. It's nice to see you again, Derek. You're welcome to drop in for a meal any time."
Derek thanked her. Veronica and Scott walked off. As they reached the end of the aisle, Scott looked back with a wistful look of longing and admiration on his face. Derek grinned back at him and gave him the thumbs up.
<< God, he's so cute and fuckable. >> Derek thought.
God: << YES, HE CERTAINLY IS. AND HE HAS OTHER DESIRABLE QUALITIES TOO. LET ME REMIND YOU THAT YOUR PATIENCE WILL BE WELL REWARDED. >>
Derek finished off the shopping and wheeled his trolley to the checkout. Maree was the checkout chick today and she chatted happily to Derek while she put his shopping through the till. Derek tweaked her memory of him as well. She knew him quite well as he shopped there many times over the past two years. However, she had always seen him before wearing baggy clothes and overalls that were many sizes too big. She was most excited to see Derek showing his magnificently muscular body. She had not realised that he was so handsome a hunk but she always thought he was really sweet.
She was a good-hearted girl, overweight but really nice and understanding. She was in her mid twenties and lived with her parents in the town. When Derek had shopped at the supermarket previously, she had always a friendly word for him.
With the supermarket shopping stowed away in the Pajero, Derek drove round to the butcher shop in Denison Street almost opposite the police station. As he got out of his vehicle, Derek checked on the mind of the policeman. He was still sound asleep. Hopefully, the likes of Mrs Chrissie Watson will leave him alone a while longer yet.
As usual on a Friday morning, the butcher shop was full of people waiting to get their fresh country killed meat for the weekend. Derek knew none of the customers inside. Most of them were either weekenders or holiday makers with only a few of the locals amongst them. The three staff serving were frantically busy rushing from one customer to the next.
Derek stood calmly at the back of the shop and watched while he waited to be served. Other people turned and stared at the magnificently built muscleman who had come into their midst. Derek tweaked the memories of two of the staff members, the young assistant butcher and the old butcher's married daughter who was helping out. The dour old butcher, Mr Plumrose, did not appear to have any memory of Derek at all and Derek's tweak did not register.
Derek caught the eye of the young assistant butcher, Ian Kirk, who looked at him wonderingly with raised eyebrows, but Ian was busy with a customer. Ian was a tall slim good-looking young man with short spiked dark red hair and a broad open friendly face. His long-limbed body was lean, muscular and hard and he was a little bit taller than Derek. Previously, he had always had a friendly chat with Derek when he was not busy. Now he 'knew' what kind of body Derek had been hiding under those baggy khaki overalls and he was very impressed. His mind was full of questions that he wanted to ask Derek.
More people came into the butcher shop after Derek. It was getting crowded. Derek noticed that Ian was pacing himself serving the waiting customers so that he would be the one that would serve Derek. He started considering how he would answer Ian's questions. Ian would very much like to slap on more muscle himself. And Derek was a hellishly handsome guy.
Ian finally finished with the last customer before Derek and nodded to Derek.
"Can I help you?" he asked Derek.
Derek felt steely aggression from a blonde woman who had arrived after Derek.
"Excuse me! I was here before you!"
The blonde woman, who was dressed in a black skivvy and black jeans, pushed up to the counter. Derek turned to her and held out his arm indicating the counter.
"Be my guest," he said lazily.
She looked Derek over, impressed by his body. He felt her eyes linger on his massive pectorals and arms. He perceived a flash of frustration and anger from Ian who was keen to talk to Derek.
Half a minute later, Mr Plumrose was ready to serve Derek.
"Can I help you, sir?" The old butcher's voice was flat.
"Good morning, Mr Plumrose. How are you?"
"Well, thank you. And you?"
"Fine, thanks."
There was no trace of any recognition or familiarity in his manner. It was as if Mr Plumrose had never seen Derek before. Derek noted that something was not right with Plumrose's mind. There seemed to be gaps and things were not functioning smoothly. It was like a car engine that was missing on a cylinder or two.
Lauren Bletchley, his daughter, looked up from wrapping her customer's parcel and said, "Dad, you remember Derek, don't you? He lives up at the old hotel on Valley Road."
Lauren certainly did recognise Derek and she really liked the look of him now that he had shed those baggy overalls. She had married one of the Bletchleys of Bletchley Park, a well-known Merino sheep stud in the district. Since her mother had died, she often helped out in the butcher shop. It was easier now that her children were at University in Sydney. She worried a little about her father; he seemed to be becoming quite forgetful and irritable these days.
Hal: << The old boy is suffering from the early stages of Alzheimer's disease. He's realised that his memory is not as good as it used to be, so he keeps lists of everything he needs to do. He's obsessional and rigid and that keeps him going. He's got a number of years yet before the wheels fall off his wagon, provided he does not do anything stupid. >>
Derek decided to make things easier for the old man, got a pen and piece of paper from him and wrote out the list of his meat order on it. He watched as Plumrose went off with list in hand to fill the order. The old man internally was grateful for Derek's consideration but he did not show it.
Meanwhile, Ian was having a frustrating time with the blonde woman who had pushed in front of Derek. She was having one of these posh cute little dinner parties and required small cuts of many and varied different types of meats. Ian was getting surlier and surlier as he went about the shop obtaining her requirements. Every now and then he would catch Derek's eye.
Derek had ordered a quantity of steak, chops and sausages. It did not take Mr Plumrose long to get everything together. He heaved all the meat up onto the counter.
"What are you doing, feeding an army?" Plumrose was more conversational now.
"Something like that. I've got some friends over and we're having a barbecue for lunch."
"Good. I hope you all enjoy yourselves." The dour old butcher actually cracked a smile. He liked Derek.
Ian's ears pricked up when he heard Derek say he was having a barbecue with some friends. He was surprised to hear that Derek had any friends. However, his blonde customer was keeping him busy as she asked him for the items from her list one by one. He was tempted to check out Derek's barbecue later on but he was going out to a party in Cootamundra that evening after work with his girlfriend Agnetha McBride, Cynthia McBride's elder sister.
His shopping finished, Derek drove up the hill back to the garage. His friends took only a few seconds to unload the purchases from Derek's four-wheel-drive and put them away in the kitchen end of the garage loft.
Hal: << Derek, you certainly wowed them in Ringtail Springs. >>
Wolf: << There's quite an interesting lot of people. >>
Kevin: << Scott looks a handsome hunk of muscle. I can see why you fancy him. >>
Derek: << He is very fuckable. I would really like to have a fuck with him. >>
The others grinned.
Wolf: << Why don't you go back in time and have a fuck with him, Derek? >>
Derek: << Won't that stir things up? >>
Peter: << Whatever you do in the past cannot affect the present, the now, because it is in a different time-line. When you go back in time, you cause a stub time-line to fork off from the main time-line and that stub time-line cannot connect with the present. Whatever happens back then in the stub cannot have any effect now. It's an irrevocable law of the Universe. That's the way God designed the Universe. >>
Big Dick: << There is an important consideration, however. If you do go back, you cannot get Scott to become a superman. God will simply not accept him because he is a duplicate of the real Scott. That is God's Law, His policy if you like. And if you made Scott telepathic, it would be an awfully cruel thing to do. He would be stuck in the stub time-line knowing that he and the rest of his duplicated world are going to disappear out of existence as soon as you depart from his stub time-line. You hold the stub time-line in existence while you are there. So, Derek, you must not make Scott or anybody a telepath when you go back in time. You must understand this. >>
Derek understood and agreed. He started to think that going back in time to have sex with Scott was not such a good idea.
Hal: << Look, it will be all right provided you don't make him telepathic. It might be interesting for you see what happens when you stir things up by having sex with him. I think it may be a useful learning experience. >>
Peter: << We've got an hour or two before we need to get the barbecue going. Why don't we kill a bit of time and go back now? >>
Derek: << We? What, you lot as well? >>
Peter: << Why not? You go back time and have heaps of sex with Scott and we'll tag along and watch. We'll become disembodied spirits so Scott won't know we're there. We'll just float around the rafters and watch you and Scott make sweet music together. It'll be fun. >>
Derek laughed. << You bloody voyeurs! >>
Big Dick: << Don't worry, mate. We'll stay out of the way and we won't bother you. Anyway, if things get tricky, you may be glad to have us around to help out. If we don't go back with you, we'll stay here and now in the main time-line. You would have to jump back to now to get hold of us if you needed us as we'll be in the future that doesn't exist in that time-line. That may be difficult. >>
Derek: << OK. You've convinced me. When do you reckon would be a good time for me to go back to? >>
Hal: << Why not that Sunday afternoon about three weeks ago when Scott came around here hoping to have a fuck with you? He was very keen then, I remember. You went back to that time and fucked your earlier self because little Derek felt so angry, frustrated and miserable. >>
Derek: << Sounds good to me. >>
Hal: << I'll offer you a further piece of advice. You tried to tweak Scott's memory of you when he saw you in the supermarket, but he rejected the tweak because he knew perfectly well that you are a hell of a lot bigger than you were when he last saw you. He knows you well and he was astounded by your increase in size and muscularity. He knew it was not natural and you did very well to reinforce with him the need for secrecy. What I suggest you do is decrease your size to closer to what you were back then. I reckon you should be the same height as you were then but I see no harm in you having about ten or so kilograms more muscle on you than you did. You don't want to be so big that you can't tweak his memory of you. When you are too big you would need to use a modified mind glitch on Scott, which is a far more heavy-duty instrument and you don't have enough experience to use that yet. >>
Derek sighed. He really liked his beautiful and massively powerful new body.
Hal: << Don't worry. You'll look really hunky with only ten or twenty extra kilograms of muscle on what you had before. And keep your current gorgeous looks. Your face is not much different to what it was before. That shouldn't cause a problem. You'll look really fantastic. Scott will be just about coming in his pants when he lays eyes on you. Trust me. >>
<< OK. You're right as usual. I'll change now. >>
They were standing at the kitchen end of the loft. Derek made his clothes vanish, then decreased the size of his body from the 300- pound (135-kg) muscle monster he was to a 240-pound (110-kg) hunk, still 55 pounds (25 kg) heavier that he had been originally. His height diminished from 6'1" (186 cm) to his original height of 5'10" (178 cm). He was a lot chunkier and more muscular that he was before but not so much that he would not be able to tweak Scott's memory. His shoulders were broad and muscular, his arms were thick and powerful, his full-bellied biceps measured 20" (50 cm), his deep, broad chest was 51" (130 cm) with thick, fat, hard slabs of pectoral muscles, his torso tapered down in a convex V-shape to his slim and well-muscled waist that measured 28" (71 cm) with a spectacular abdominal eight-pack, his muscular thighs measured 26" (66 cm). His strong, robust body was trim and hard with no visible fat. He reduced the length of his hair from the mop-top to the crew cut it had been before. Lastly, he reduced the size of his erect penis from the 18" (45 cm) monster to a more reasonable length of 10" (25 cm) and circumference of 7" (18 cm).
Peter wolf-whistled. << Ver-r-ry nice! >>
Andy: << You're seriously hunky. >>
Kevin: << You still look spectacularly muscular but really nice and trim. >>
At Hal's suggestion, Derek made his skin shiny and smooth and almost oily. He then fabricated around himself a tight-fitting blue pair of overalls made of a thin but tough, very stretchy, body-hugging material that was like Lycra but was not. The sleeves were rolled up high showing off the big strong muscles of his upper arms. The press-studs were left undone down his front to his belly button. The finishing touch was the pair of big, black leather, calf-length work boots. The others approved. Derek was a really hot hunk.
Hal: << It shows off your glorious bubble butt to perfection. >>
The other seven supermen were naked. The eight of them linked arms in a circle and they jumped back in time together. With Hal's help Derek guided them back along his time-line to that afternoon about three weeks ago when Scott came around to see Derek wondering what it would be like to have sex with him. They watched the scene at the kitchen end of the loft where Scott and Derek were having a cup of coffee together.
The loft was a lot messier then. The smaller version of Derek was sitting at the kitchen end having coffee with Scott. Little Derek was wearing the blue overalls with the slit in the seat seam. The overalls were open down to his navel exposing his lean and muscular chest and abdomen. His sleeves were rolled up high exposing his lean, muscular 15" arms and he was wearing his big, black leather, calf-length work boots. Scott sat opposite Derek. The big, husky and muscular young man looked gorgeous with his black curly hair hanging down over his bright blue eyes. As they watched the scene play out before him, they saw that Scott was looking at Little Derek with big soulful eyes. He was hoping to have sex with Derek, but Little Derek was in no mood to cooperate. Scott was circling around the subject of sex but was too afraid to broach it. Derek was not receptive. The circling and fencing continued with Little Derek getting more and more irritable and curt. This went on until Scott put down his coffee mug with exaggerated care and announced that he had better go home now. Little Derek's relief was palpable. He went downstairs with Scott, taking care not to get too close to him. He saw Scott drive off in his utility and went back to his scrap iron sculpture.
Andy: << Derek, you certainly didn't throw Scott a lifeline. The poor kid didn't have a chance. >>
Derek: << I didn't know any better. The last thing I wanted then was to get involved with Scott. >>
Little Derek stood there looking at the unfinished sculpture with his mood getting worse and worse. He ached with lust for Scott but he did not dare start anything with him. He was seething with frustration both sexual and on account of his inability to continue with his sculpture. After a while he threw down the welding rod and the mask, switched off the welder and stomped upstairs.
Inside the loft he ripped open the rest of the press-studs on the front of his blue overalls so that the whole of his front was exposed including his penis and balls. He had a lean and muscular physique then weighing 83 kilograms (183 pounds) at 178 centimetres (5'10"). He looked quite hunky and muscular. The round curve of his pectoral muscles showed through the open front of his overalls as did the well-developed muscles of his abdomen. He stood over by the smaller mirror with the red jarrah frame and started stroking his penis, which was already semi-hard. He put a handful of coconut oil on it and stroked it until it was fully hard and erect.
He got out the tube of personal lubricant, put a generous gob on his fingers, inserted them into the slit in the seat of his overalls and massaged his anus thoroughly until it was well lubricated with gel.
He went over to the bedside cupboard and got out the dildo. This was a thick tan expensive instrument about 28 cm. (11") long with a well- defined longitudinal ridge that rotated under the soft outer skin when the motor was turned on. Derek walked back over to in front of the mirror. He grabbed a nearby stool and positioned it near the mirror. He switched on the motor in the dildo. Then, while standing in front of the mirror, he inserted the vibrating dildo through the slit in the seam in the seat of his overalls until the head of the dildo was resting against the pucker of his arsehole. He let it vibrate against his anal opening for a few seconds relishing the stimulation. He twisted the dildo around against his anus and made sure that the opening was well lubricated with the gel. Slowly he increased the upward pressure of the dildo against his anus and inserted the head of the dildo into his arsehole. He kept pushing gently and slowly worked further into his anal canal until the head was vibrating against his prostate and the rotating spiral was massaging his tightly stretched anal sphincters. At the same time with his other hand he was massaging his stiff hard penis. He gasped at the increase in sensory stimulation. His orgasm was getting close so he ceased stroking his penis, which was locked now into a steely hard erection. The veins that snaked over his penis stood out. He looked at himself in the mirror. The front of his overalls gaped open and all the muscles of his torso were tense and bulging. The veins on his muscular arms stood out. The muscles on his 15" arms bulged sexily. He continued working the vibrating dildo further into his arsehole. He pushed it in, pulled it out then pushed it further in, gradually working it up into his bowels. His steel-hard, stiff cock stood directly out in front of him like a steel bar. From the hole at its end dribbled a steady flow of precum. He was tremendously aroused. Orgasm was close. Finally he succeeded in working the entire 11-inch length of the dildo up into his rectum. He was panting with sexual tension. He sat back on the stool pushing the dildo a little further up into his body. The rotating ridge of the dildo was steadily massaging his prostate. The whole dildo was now inside his body. The stimulation inside his groin and lower bowels was intense. His face flushed red. Beads of sweat ran down his face and down the front his body. Patches of sweat appeared in his overalls. Very gently he stroked his stiff hard penis. He watched himself in the mirror. His arms were tensed up hard and the well-veined muscles stood out in bulges all over his arms. His well- rounded biceps looked really good. The vibrating, rotating dildo made his groin ache with congestion. The pressure was building steadily to unbearable levels. His balls felt full and ready to explode. He clamped his pelvic muscles on the dildo and felt them being stimulated by the rotating ridge. He kept on stroking his penis gently until he felt his groin start to churn. He gave his penis a few quick hard strokes and felt his balls and groin explode. His hot spunk boiled up out through the base of his penis, shot up the shaft and squirted out in thick white ropy loops all over the mirror. He groaned with blessed release as his body shook with the intensity of his orgasm. He had twenty seconds of ecstasy. It felt wonderful while it lasted.
Wolf: << Wow! Scott really stirred you up, Derek. >>
Derek: << He sure did. How do I get into the picture now? Take over his mind? >>
Big Dick: << Too difficult. You've grown too far apart from your earlier self to be able to merge with him easily. >>
Hal advised Derek to make his earlier self disappear out of existence. Derek was shocked at the thought of doing away with his earlier self but the others reassured him that he would not be murdering himself. There would be no harm done. Whatever he did in the past would not affect him now and his other self would not know a thing; he would just disappear. Hal had caused himself to disappear many times in stub time-lines when he wanted to replace himself in the past. There were never any ill effects.
The supermen travelled back along the time-line to about quarter of an hour before Scott arrived when Little Derek was in the garage trying to rearrange the collection of scrap iron into some sort of arrangement to weld together into a sculpture. They dropped into physical space as disembodied spirits and watched Little Derek heaving the lumps of iron around the garage floor.
With the encouragement of the others, Derek exerted his will and caused Little Derek to wink out of existence in an instant. Little Derek never knew what happened. One instant he was there, the next he was not. He just suddenly vanished out of existence.
Derek materialised himself physically in the empty garage. He was noticeably more muscular than his earlier self. It was strange walking around the garage as it was three weeks ago. His Pajero four-wheel-drive wagon was parked inside near the back door. There were piles of scrap metal scattered over the floor of the garage among the old machine tools left from the time the garage was used as an engineering workshop.
Derek floated around the garage exploring it quickly. He remembered it as it was, but it seemed so long ago now. He landed back on the garage floor, put on gloves and started heaving the lumps of scrap iron around working up a sweat. Everything seemed a lot lighter now to his robust body. He picked up a rusty old engine block and tossed it easily across the garage floor onto the growing pile.
The rumble of a V8 motor announced the arrival of Scott Reeves. He swung his old orange Ford utility around the corner and parked it behind the garage out of sight of the road. Before he got out of his ute, Hal sent a very sophisticated mind glyph into Scott's mind altering his memory of Derek before he had seen him. It was like a very special sort of mind glitch. Scott's recollection of Derek became that of the ruggedly muscular man that Derek was now.
Scott walked in through the open garage door as Derek was hefting another engine block. Scott looked at Derek admiring his thick powerful arms bulging from the rolled up sleeves of Derek's snug- fitting overalls. Veins stood out on Derek's arms and neck. Derek could feel Scott's eyes roving over his muscular body.
"G'day, mate. How're things?" Derek greeted him with a friendly grin.
"Oh, yeah, OK, I guess."
Derek threw the engine block onto the pile of scrap iron and dusted his gloved hands.
"I'm not getting anywhere with this bloody sculpture. It's still just a pile of junk. I'm not getting anything in the way of inspiration today."
Scott laughed. Derek pulled off his gloves and cast them on the bench.
"I could do with a cup of coffee," said Derek. "Want one too?"
"Thanks, yeah."
They climbed up the stairs to the loft. Scott sat down sprawling at one of the tables while Derek filled the electric jug with water and switched it on. Scott was wearing a blue T-shirt, a brief pair of khaki shorts that showed off his muscular thighs and well-developed buttocks, and a scuffed pair of black leather work boots. He was a strongly built, broad-shouldered young man who looked a bit older than his seventeen years. His muscles were well developed from keen weight lifting and working as a labourer in his father's plumbing business.
Derek was aware of Scott looking at his powerfully muscled body with interest. Scott watched as Derek walked over and sat down opposite Scott at the table. Derek was aware of Scott's desire for him. Scott found him very sexy but he found the thought of raising the subject nerve-wracking. Scott did not know that Derek was gay.
"The jug'll be a few minutes before she boils," Derek said conversationally in his easy baritone. His smile was open and friendly.
"Geez, Derek, you've got really big muscles and you've oiled them up too. Fuck, you look fantastic."
"Thanks, mate."
"Like, how big are your biceps, for instance?"
"Twenty inches."
"Wow! You're a seriously big hot muscle stud."
Derek gave an easy, open grin, leant back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his head. His big biceps bulged powerfully in a splendid show that excited Scott. Derek was giving Scott some encouragement but not too much. Scott was full of lust for Derek. Derek was aware that his friends the seven invisible and disembodied spirits were watching with interest and amusement. He will give them a show.
"God, Derek, you're really hot, like you're beautiful. I mean you're really hot and sexy. I feel ..." The words tumbled out of Scott's mouth then faltered.
Derek's brown eyes held Scott's bright blue eyes. Derek was conscious of Scott's curly black hair and his handsome face.
"Scottie," said Derek with a slow, easy and sexy smile, "I almost get the impression that you'd like to jump into the sack with me."
Scott reddened.
"Would it help if I told you I'm into manly love?" asked Derek smiling.
"Manly love? What's that?"
"It means I like making love to other blokes."
"You mean you're gay?"
"Well, yeah. It's just that I think terms like gay and homosexual don't mean anything. A man does what he likes to do. There's nothing wrong with that. And if that means having a fuck with other men, that's quite OK."
"Do you like taking it up your arse?" asked Scott.
"You bet I do."
Scott's blue eyes were round and shining with anticipation.
"Um, then can I fuck you please?" asked Scott eagerly.
Derek grinned. "You sure can."
Derek got up from his chair and so did Scott. Derek put his arms around Scott and they kissed hard and passionately. Their hard muscular bodies writhed together as they held each other tightly. Scott was trembling with excitement. Derek could feel Scott's stiff hard cock as they ground their pelvises together. His own cock was stiff from rubbing against Scott's. Derek joyfully ran his hands over the hard muscles of Scott's powerful body. He could feel Scott getting close to orgasm.
They stripped off their clothes and ran over to Derek's bed. Derek threw himself onto it and rolled over onto his back with his knees in the air. Scott leapt on top of Derek and their naked bodies writhed against each other as their lips locked together in heated passion. They wrapped their muscular arms around each other. Derek could feel Scott's stiff hard cock probing clumsily against his buttocks. He grabbed Scott's cock with his hand. It felt nice and fat and rock hard. Scott trembled. He was close to ejaculation so Derek blocked Scott's orgasm for the moment.
Scott broke off from the kiss and leant back up. He held his cock and pushed the cock head against the pucker of Derek's arsehole. Derek relaxed the sphincters of his anus and groaned with pleasure as Scott gave an experimental thrust and popped his cock head into Derek's anal canal.
"I'm in," exclaimed Scott.
Derek held out his arms to Scott. "Come on," he said. "Come and fuck me."
Scott lay down again on top of Derek and thrust his rock hard cock further into Derek's exquisitely tight and slippery anal canal. Derek had switched on a small repulsive force field inside his anus, which made it feel beautifully well lubricated. Derek's bowels were completely empty of shit. Scott thrust his cock vigorously into Derek's arsehole and with a few thrusts he had rammed its six-inch length fully into Derek's bowels. To Scott, Derek's arsehole felt wonderful tight and slippery as he kept thrusting his cock energetically into it. Scott felt a twinge of performance anxiety so Derek removed the block on Scott's orgasm. His anxiety vanished and he enthusiastically kept on ramming his penis deep up into Derek's arsehole. Derek was getting very close to orgasm himself. He was really enjoying this fuck. His penis was pistoning along the vertical groove along the middle of their well-muscled bellies. He was forcefully stimulated by Scott's animal vigour as he wrapped his muscular arms around Scott's powerful heaving body. With relish he felt the thick strong muscles of Scott's back working hard as Scott thrust his penis deep into Derek. Scott's penis was vigorously stirring the contents of Derek's pelvis as it thrust up into his anus. Derek's prostate was being pounded and bonked. It all felt wonderful. Scott was fucking him like a wild animal. Scott's hot breath blew against Derek's neck as Scott panted with the force of his exertion. Scott was in raptures as he fucked Derek deep up his wonderful tight and slippery arsehole.
Suddenly Scott emitted a deep shuddering groan and went rigid. His balls contracted and his groin exploded as his thick hot spunk was squirted up into Derek's body. Scott was in the throes of an intense orgasm. Its strength was enough to tip Derek over into a splendid orgasm too. Derek's hot spunk shot out of his stiff penis and ran all over the fronts of the two men fucking. Derek arched his back in the throes of his orgasm, lifting Scott off the bed. Scott was beyond caring. This was the most tremendous orgasm he had ever had.
Eventually, the orgasms wound down and Scott relaxed happily on top of Derek, who was blissfully well satisfied. Finally he had been fucked by Scott and it was well worth it.
"Gee, Derek, that was fan-fucking-tastic!" Scott said happily. "We'll have to do that again."
Derek kissed him.
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