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 26: Hit the Road. ------------------------------------
Derek tuned into Scott's mind telepathically. Scott was at the Sunday morning Holy Communion service in St. Aidan's Anglican Church in Ringtail Springs along with the rest of his family. His mind was seething with resentment. He really did not want to be at church this morning. He very much wanted to see Derek and his friend before they left to go to South Australia. Scott had heard a lot about Derek's huge friend Hal from Sergeant Rowling at dinner the previous night. The policeman was quite funny when he had had a few drinks.
This bloody sermon was so bloody boring. The parish priest was a boring old fart who talked on and on and bloody on. The Reeves family sat a few rows back from the front of the church. In the pew in front of Scott sat his parents and his four sisters. His father wore a dark blue suit. He and his two brothers were now too big and broad-shouldered to fit into the pew with the rest of family so they sat in the pew behind. The three young men wore white short-sleeved open-neck shirts and dark slacks. Robert was sidesman today so he sat next to the aisle. Scott sat between his eldest brother Matt and his grandmother, Mrs Reeves. On the old lady's other side sat two of her friends, Miss Lavinia Longbottom and Mrs Chrissie Watson.
The parson was so fucking long-winded. Scott sneaked a look at his watch. The sermon had been going on for twenty-seven minutes now and still the old windbag showed no signs of stopping. Scott had lost track of what the parson was talking about long ago. He fidgeted restlessly, impatient to be out of here.
"Be still and pay attention," whispered his grandmother. "It's good for the soul."
Scott did not dare to reply. Granny was a real old battleaxe.
He looked around the church, which had built in the middle of the nineteenth century in the style of an English village church by the English settlers wanting to recreate Home. Stained glass windows donated by local families in memory of their dear departed loved ones filled the church with coloured light.
Scott's eye wandered to two brass plates at the front of the church. The upper one was in memory of Matthew Gordon Reeves who was killed in action in Vietnam in 1970 at the age of twenty. Scott's uncle was killed many years before Scott was born. The lower one was in memory of Robert Gordon Reeves, Scott's grandfather, who died in 1972 at the age of forty-eight. Scott's father Max was only nineteen years old when Scott's grandfather died. Max had kept his father's plumbing business going and it had grown well over the intervening years. People said that Scott's grandfather had died of a broken heart because of the death of his elder son. Scott realised that his father Max was now the same age as his own father when he died. Scott wondered how his grandmother felt when she saw the plates commemorating her elder son and her husband on the wall when she went to church every Sunday.
His attention drifted to a stained glass window in memory of one Archibald McBride who had departed this life in 1903. The window depicted Christ feeding the five thousand. It was rather a mediocre window that had been imported from England shortly after McBride's death. The manner in which Christ was holding what looked like a baguette triggered something in Scott's mind.
To Scott, Christ seemed to saying to his disciples: "Take this and stick it up your arse in remembrance of Me."
Scott burst out into a fit of giggles at the thought. His shoulders shook as he tried to stifle his giggles but the blasphemous thought was too much for his composure. The heads of his two younger sisters sitting in front of him whipped around immediately. They looked back at him and smirked. His parents and his two older sisters appeared to ignore him. Maxwell Reeves was a churchwarden as well as mayor; he had his image to maintain.
His grandmother tapped a warning finger on his thigh.
"Stop it, Scott," she hissed sharply. "Stop that nonsense at once."
Scott took a deep breath in an effort to stop his secret mirth. He turned away from his grandmother and looked at his eldest brother. Matt's eyes were twinkling with merriment. Scott caught his eye and started giggling again.
His grandmother leant forward and glared at Matt. "Matthew," she hissed. "Don't encourage him. You are old enough to know better."
"Scottie, settle down, mate," Matt whispered in Scott's ear. "The old girl will inflict a dire penance on you if you don't. How does the thought of polishing all the brass in the church grab you?"
Scott managed to stop his giggles. The parson beamed beatifically down upon the congregation and continued with his sermon.
Derek and Hal withdrew. However, Hal still kept a part of his mind tuned into Scott in the background. Derek thought that was a clever trick. Derek had to concentrate quite hard when reading someone else's mind.
Derek: << Did you send that thought about Christ and the bread stick to Scott? >>
Hal: << You know I didn't. Our minds are telepathically linked together. Scott thought that one up all by himself. >>
<< I can understand Scott feeling bored and angry. Church services are such boring and joyless affairs. Now that I know how wonderful and joyful it is knowing God and working for Him, church services seem so pointless and such a waste of time. It makes some people feel good, that's all. And the priest has no idea! >>
Hal: << Some of the congregation think he's very learned and holy. >>
Derek rolled his eyes derisively. << Scott doesn't. >>
<< That's for sure. That reminds me. How would you like to stick something up my arse, as long it's not a baguette? >>
<< Sure would! >>
Derek heaved himself up on top of Hal. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed with rapidly rising passion. Their cocks quickly became rock hard as Derek writhed on top of Hal, rubbing his powerful muscles against Hal's mighty body. Hal pulled his massive legs back and hooked his ankles over Derek's thickly muscled shoulders. His arsehole was nicely exposed.
Derek positioned the head of his cock on the pucker of Hal's arsehole and pushed. Hal's arsehole opened up easily and Derek's big fat penis squeezed in through the opening. Hal's anal canal was delectably tight around Derek's cock as Derek thrust it in. With a few thrusts, Derek's cock was imbedded up to the hilt in Hal's arse. Derek kept on thrusting his penis deep up into Hal's bowels with long sweeping strokes that drove Hal wild. Hal wrapped his legs around Derek's waist and enjoyed to the full Derek's vigorous thrusts up into his torso. His rock hard cock was sandwiched between their muscular bodies and rubbed against the bulging ribbed musculature of Derek's abdomen. Derek's body was slick and slippery with sweat.
Hal delighted in the passionate thrusting of Derek's penis up his arsehole into his torso. He held onto Derek's thickly muscled broad shoulders and delighted in feeling Derek's huge powerful muscles working hard as Derek pounded his cock into Hal's tight arsehole. Hal was robustly stimulated by Derek's cock pushing against his prostate and pulling and stretching his arsehole and thrusting up into his bowels.
Derek revelled in fucking the huge muscleman who was really aroused by Derek's powerfully muscled body. Hal's anus was tight and slippery around his cock and Hal's anal canal felt deliciously smooth, silky and slippery. The muscles that packed Hal's pelvis were tight against Derek's penis but further up inside Hal's torso, Hal's bowels felt soft and velvety.
Hal was really hot and burning with lust for Derek. He arched his back underneath Derek in sheer rapture, thrusting Derek up into the air. His mouth was wide open in exultant bliss. He held Derek in a joyful bear hug. Derek found his face buried in Hal's massive hairy thick hard bulging pectoral muscles; he kept on thrusting his penis vigorously deep up into Hal's body with long sweeping strokes. Derek's mouth found one of Hal's nipples and he sucked on it enthusiastically. Hal roared with ecstatic joy.
"Fuck me, Derek," Hal yelled. "Fuck me hard and fuck me deep. Oh, Derek, you are so hard and strong and virile."
He clutched Derek fervently. His fingers dug into the big hard muscles of Derek's shoulders and back while Derek clutched him in a bear hug around his huge chest. Hal let go and exploded into orgasm. Derek kept on fucking him with long rhythmic strokes while a torrent of semen squirted out of Hal's cock all over his and Derek's chests as they ground together in the heat of passion. Hal screamed, delirious with delight at feeling Derek's mighty penis ramming up into him while he was ejaculating.
Derek held off with his orgasm for a little while longer. A part of him was fascinated by the extreme pleasure that Hal derived from Derek's penis thrusting up into him while his orgasm continued. Hal was highly aroused sexually by Derek, his muscularity, his virility, his sexuality, his manly vigour, his strength and power. Derek was one very hot champion fucker. Hal's orgasm was thunderous. Derek revelled in ramming his ramrod stiff penis up into Hal's anus while Hal roared in ecstatic joy. He loved being fucked hard while he was still coming.
Derek released the block on his own orgasm. He rammed his penis as far as possible up Hal's tight anus and deep into Hal's mighty muscular hard torso. His whole body tensed hard and he erupted with delirious joy. His hot spunk boiled out his churning groin and squirted deep into Hal's bowels. They both howled in their orgiastic rapture. Derek revelled in having his hard hot big cock thrust up into Hal's massively powerful body just as Hal revelled in feeling Derek's cock thrust up into the core of his mighty body.
Thick hot white ropes of semen were still erupting from Hal's cock sandwiched between their bodies. Semen splashed on the underside of Derek's chin and ran into Hal's beard. Their chests were coated with Hal's semen as he roared out in his ecstatic bliss.
Their interlinked minds ran together in their sexual rapture. Each man's orgasmic joy was stoking that of the other man, wrapping each other round and round with mounting intensity like a pillar of fire.
When their orgasms finally came to an end, they lay together blissfully relaxed in each other's arms. Hal was happy to feel Derek's penis still stiff up his arsehole filling his pelvis. It felt really good inside him.
Hal hugged Derek.
Hal: << You are one hot fucker. >>
Derek smiled his appreciation.
Hal: << You were one very horny little fellow even before I got to you. You have a very strong sex drive. I had a lot of fun with you even before you became a superman. >>
Derek: << I don't mind at all. I'm really enjoying having sex with you. I've never had so much fantastic sex until you came along into my life. This is absolutely marvellous. I'm really enjoying being a superman. >>
<< You can change it if you want to. You are a superman. >>
Derek laughed. << I don't know. Being horny is too much fun. >>
They relaxed entwined together. Hal kissed Derek affectionately. They were full of love for one another.
Hal had part of his mind tuned into Scott. Derek tuned into Scott's mind too. Scott was now attending the obligatory cup of tea and biscuits in the church hall for the congregation after the service with the rest of his family. His mother was busy talking with the other parishioners. His father was in serious conversation with George McBride. His grandmother was busy organising the tea and biscuits with the other good ladies of the parish. Scott was bored and drifted outside to the porch with a handful of biscuits. He was joined by his brother Matt who wanted to know what Scott found so funny about the sermon. Matt was mystified that anyone could find anything funny in it. Scott told him about his thought about Christ and the stick of bread in the stained glass window. Matt laughed out loud and told Scott he was a grubby boy.
Derek: << He will be a while yet before he gets here. He's got to have lunch first. >>
Derek knew that Scott was still determined to come around to the garage.
They lay together and their minds roved around the town. Old Mr Plumrose the butcher had gone to the early morning service at the Uniting Church and was now driving over to Bletchley Park for lunch with his daughter, her husband and family. The Shanahan family was still at Mass at the Catholic Church of Our Lady of Dolours. Sergeant Kym Rowling was sleeping in.
Derek looked at the smart new kitchen that Hal had created at the end of the loft after they had been to the Moon.
Hal: << Scott will wonder what the hell is going on when he sees that. >>
With a flick of his will, Hal undid the changes and it reverted back instantly to the somewhat shabby old kitchen it was before, all except for the gleaming big new refrigerator, which he left. It looked like Derek had been extravagant.
They decided to leave the big magnifying mirror suspended over Derek's bed. If Scott asked how they got it in, it was through the big double doors to the outside at the back of the loft. Derek had never opened them. Just for fun he decide to open them this time. He had to be careful as the doors were stuck; they had not been opened for many years. He created grease in the hinges and eased the doors open successfully with his super powers. They opened wide into the outside air. The room filled with more light and air. It seemed half the outside wall had opened out.
Derek and Hal flew out the opening and checked out the old hotel next door. With the help of fairies they replaced the boards over the windows and doors facing the inside courtyard of the hotel. The boards over the outside doors and windows had not been removed. Hal asked a deva to protect the hotel and garage while Derek was away with him. He informed the deva about Scott. The deva would only act against people who had bad intentions. He would frighten them away by spooking them telepathically. The hotel already had a reputation in the district for being haunted.
They flew to the dam near the hotel and dived into the water like cormorants. The water was nice and cool. The dam was about a hundred metres (yards) across and ten metres (30 feet) deep. It held water for the hotel. They swam about and frolicked in it and washed the semen off their bodies. Derek discovered that he could stay underwater indefinitely or at least until he got bored. The water was very murky so he could not see at all but he was able to use his superhuman senses to perceive the bottom of the dam, which was alive with yabbies (freshwater lobsters).
After the swim they flew back to the garage. Derek checked his motorcycle. It was in excellent shape and ready to go. Hal knew his was fine.
There was not much that Derek needed to take on the trip to South Australia. Most of his clothes were too small now. Hal created a sausage bag for Derek, so that he could put some things in it. He also created a bedroll for Derek as they were going to camp out on the way. They packed the bags onto their bikes and were ready to leave straight away.
Scott finished his Sunday lunch and finally managed to get away from the table. He changed out of his Sunday clothes into an old red, white and blue flannelette shirt that had its sleeves removed. He wore it unbuttoned at the front. He also wore a skimpy tight dark blue pair of work shorts and a pair of runners. He did not bother with underpants. He got into his old Ford utility and drove over to the garage on Valley Road.
Hal and Derek knew that Scott was coming. Nice and clean, they both had a manly, musky odour. Hal put on his Roadknight biker gear, the denim jacket with the insignia, the jeans and boots. Derek wore just a pair of jeans and boots. He left his Roadknight jacket on the bed.
Hal looked at Derek with his thick muscular arms folded across his naked powerfully muscled chest and rippled abdomen.
Hal: << You look really hot like that without your top. Scott's going to get a real buzz when he sees you. >>
Derek grinned.
They heard the rumble of the V8 motor of Scott's utility as it approached. Scott parked his vehicle around the back of the garage as he usually did when he visited Derek. He was relieved to see that the garage door was still open. He walked into the garage and saw inside the door two motorcycles packed with gear. They were parked next to Derek's Pajero.
Scott walked around the two Harley-Davidson bikes admiring the two splendid shiny big black and chrome machines. They looked in mint condition.
Derek appeared at the top of the stairs.
"G'day, mate," he called out.
"Hi. Nice bikes you've got here," replied Scott. "You're packed up and ready to go, I see. I thought I'd come and catch you before you left. I'm glad I came when I did."
"Great. Come on up and meet Hal."
Scott sprinted up the stairs. He looked with open-mouthed admiration at Derek's thickly muscled torso and arms. He stared at Derek's massive thick pectoral muscles and the abdominal muscles like cobblestones. The muscles of Derek's arms bulged hugely.
"Jesus, Derek! You've got such huge muscles. I can't get over how big you are these days."
Derek grinned. Behind Derek Scott saw a huge bearded muscleman with long brown hair. He was even bigger and more muscular than Derek's mighty physique. The man was wearing a faded denim jacket open at the front showing a massive chest and belly rippling with muscle. His huge arms bulged with muscles. His denim-clad legs were like tree trunks. He wore biker boots like Derek's.
Derek introduced Scott and Hal and they shook hands. Scott was awed by Hal's huge presence but Hal was warm and friendly. Scott liked Hal's warm kind brown eyes.
"Dad said that he met you both in the pub last night," said Scott. "He said he liked you both when he saw you. Derek, he said that you put that bloody Cynthia McBride back in her box. Thanks for sticking up for me."
"No worries," replied Derek.
"He said that you're going away today or tomorrow to Hal's property in South Australia for about six or seven weeks. I'm glad I caught up with you before you left."
"I'm glad you came around, Scott. I'll back here around Christmas time. Will you keep an eye on this place while I'm away please?"
"Yeah, sure thing."
Derek grinned. His eyes twinkled merrily. "Then you and I can get to know each really well and I can teach you a few things. We can have a lot of fun together. And I can show you how to get huge muscles."
Scott's face lit up with anticipation then fell. "Like yours? But it's going to be a long time. It's going to be ages before you get back."
He looked at Hal who was standing next to Derek.
"What about Hal?" he asked.
"What about me?" asked Hal.
"Are you, um, er, are you and Derek, um, like, er..." Scott stumbled, fearful of committing a dreadful gaffe.
Hal laughed. "Yes, Scott. Derek and I are lovers. We like having sex together."
Scott was relieved that Hal was so open about it. Derek grinned.
"Like you two are gay. I'm gay too. I hate having sex with girls. I just can't do it with girls," declared Scott.
Hal smiled tolerantly. "With all due respect, Scott, I do not think that at the age of seventeen you are quite mature enough to make a decision like that to confine your sexual activities to men only. Most men I know like having sex with both men and women. Only a minority of men confine themselves exclusively to one sex or the other. In any case, terms like gay, homosexual and queer are meaningless in my view. They are labels quite without value. It's quite OK for a man to have sex with another man. It's a normal part of male behaviour. Derek and I are two men who like having sex with other men. You, Scott, can choose to fuck another man, you can choose to be fucked by another man, you can choose to fuck a woman. It doesn't matter. It's your choice. It's not fixed and immutable."
Derek put in: "Anyway, you can't wipe off all women just because you had a bad experience with Jayne Molesworth. And that was your first and only time you've ever tried to have sex. That's what you told me."
Hal continued. "Sex is a normal part of life, whether it's with the same sex or the opposite sex. I make love with both men and women and I really enjoy both kinds of sex. Having sex with another man is different. It's a real buzz, but then, so is having sex with a woman.
"You two are lovers," said Scott. "I'd like to find out what it's like to have sex with another man, but, Derek, when you came back, if you and I have sex, won't Hal be jealous?"
"Of course I won't be jealous," said Hal with a chuckle. "I don't claim exclusive rights over Derek. I never have. I never will. He's free to fuck whomever he wants to."
"And I certainly don't claim exclusive rights over Hal," laughed Derek.
Hal smiled conspiratorially. "You should have seen Derek when some friends of mine turned up here. Derek had great fun fucking them and being fucked by them. He had an absolute ball, particularly with Wolf and Big Dick. You know, Scott, Derek actually fucked Wolf on one of the slippery dips in High Street in the middle of town. Can you imagine it, Scott, two big naked musclemen fucking in the middle of the main street?"
Scott's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean...?"
Hal and Derek laughed at Scott's amazement.
"Mind you, Scott, it was in the early morning before sunrise. Hardly anyone was about then." Derek laughed merrily.
Scott grinned.
Hal went on: "So, Scott, if you still want to find out what it is like to have sex with Derek when he gets back from my place at Christmas time, that is fine by me. I certainly don't dictate what he does. He makes his own decisions."
"But, Derek, you won't be back until Christmas. We're all going up to Noosa in Queensland to spend Christmas with my bloody Aunt Rosalind. The whole family's going, including Granny Reeves. All Mum's brothers and sisters are getting together for Christmas and Granny and Grandpa Houston as well. They do it every year and most times it's at Aunt Rosalind's place. I won't be here when you get back. It's gonna be horrible!" Scott's voice was a wail.
"Do you want to go?" asked Hal gently.
"No way! No way on Earth!"
"Don't you want to be with your family for Christmas?"
"No! I get sick of having them around me all the time. They never leave me alone. You don't know what it's like living in a large family."
Hal and Derek looked at one another and smiled.
Scott continued: "And bloody Aunt Rosalind, she's always bossing me around and telling me what to do. She's the biggest fucking bossy bitch around. She's horrible. Nothing's ever right for her. She even bosses Mum and Dad around, just because she's Mum's big sister. And Uncle Graham, her husband, is a bit peculiar."
"Well, Scott, what would happen if you did not go up to Queensland with your family?" asked Hal.
Scott looked at the huge bearded biker wonderingly. He thought new thoughts.
"I guess... I guess I'd be home alone. The rest of the family would be a bit stinky about it though."
"Do you reckon you could handle that?"
"I guess so. But at least, Derek, you'll be back around Christmas, won't you?" Scott looked at Derek hungry with hope.
"Oh yeah, I suppose so," replied Derek.
Hal: << If he does stay here, Derek, you'd better be back then. >>
Derek: << Sure thing. >>
"I'm certain Derek will be finished by then," said Hal. "So don't worry about that. Just think it through though, Scott. If you were to decide to stay back here, the rest of your family will put you under a lot of pressure to change your mind."
"But I don't want to go up to bloody Queensland," said Scott with feeling.
"You may spend Christmas alone."
"That's OK. It'd be great to have time on my own for a while. I could do just what I want."
"Within reason," said Hal. "Seriously though, you need to think this through."
"No. Bugger it!" declared Scott. "I don't want to go. I won't go. I'm fucking well staying here." Scott folded his arms, squared his shoulders and looked at Hal defiantly.
Hal saw that Scott had definitely made up his mind to stay when his family went away. So far, so good. He looked at the handsome and muscular teenager appreciatively. Derek was going to have lots of fun. Hal smiled.
"OK then, Scott," said Hal. "I'll just give you a few tips on strategy. First of all, don't tell your family about your decision not to go just yet. Give it a few weeks. That means you won't have to endure the pressure from them to change your mind. Also, you've got a chance to change your mind."
"I won't," said Scott defiantly.
"Right, OK then. You might let them know of your decision a couple of weeks before they go. With a bit of luck your mother and grandmother will cook up all the food you need for the time they're away and they'll make sure to buy in all the supplies you're likely to need but you'll need to give them time to do all that. If you tell them just before they leave, you're likely to cause a major panic. And that won't go down well. You need to give them time to get used to the idea and make the preparations. They'll put you under pressure to change your mind. However, I'll leave that to your sound judgement, Scott."
Derek smiled. The thought of Scott having sound judgement was amusing. Scott was an impetuous young hothead.
Hal: << Derek, you may be pleasantly surprised. I reckon he'll come to the party, particularly if you and I give him plenty of telepathic support. >>
Hal continued: "Second thing, Scott, keep it a deep dark secret that Derek is the real reason for you staying. Don't mention him at all to anyone except in passing if you say that you might help Derek with doing up the old hotel next door. Don't make it definite. If your parents think that Derek is the real reason you're staying back, they are going to worry. They are going to wonder what's going on between you two. They're going to ask people to check up on you and that will be a nuisance. People will check on you anyway but not nearly as much. Tell your family that you can't stand your Aunt Rosalind, you hate being bossed around by her. Also you want to spend some time on your own."
"And the third thing, Scott, is listen to your parents' advice. They'll tell you what to do about looking after the house and the garden. Agree to do what they tell you, even if you think it's a pile of bullshit. You don't have to do everything while they're away in the exact manner specified, you can take a few shortcuts and you will have help." Hal winked at Derek. "That will take a load of worry off their mind. They'll think that you're responsible enough to be left on your own. They'll feel happier about leaving you alone."
Hal reinforced his words to Scott telepathically. Scott was willing and eager. He was grateful for Hal's advice.
Scott's eye was caught by the big concave mirror hanging over Derek's bed. "What's that thing?" he asked.
"It's a magnifying mirror," replied Derek with a cheerful grin.
Scott walked over to the bed and looked up at it.
"It's big," he commented. "How did you get it in here?"
Derek indicated the big double doors that were now closed. "With lots of lift and grunt," he replied.
Scott lay back on the bed and looked up at his magnified image in the mirror above. "Fantastic!" he exclaimed. "You could watch yourself having sex like this."
"That's the idea," said Derek.
Scott flexed his arms and admired his biceps in the mirror.
"You've got quite big muscles for a young fellow," remarked Hal who had strolled over to the bed. "You look good. How big are your arms?"
"18 inches (45 cm)."
Hal looked at him doubtfully. "Is that 18 inches flexed and cold or flexed and pumped?"
"Flexed and pumped."
"What are they cold?"
"17 inches."
"Still impressive. What do you weigh?"
"100 kilos or 15 stone 10 pounds (220 lb.)."
"That's big for a guy your age. You're a lot bigger than average. You're 6 foot 2 inches, I believe."
"Yep."
"Chest size?"
"47 inches (120 cm)."
"Yes! You're quite a hunk of muscle, Scott," said Hal. "And you have a nice slim muscular waist. 32 inches?"
"Yep. But, Derek, you're huge. Are your biceps really 24 inches (61 cm)? Is that flexed and cold?" Scott asked.
Derek indicated the tape measure on the table. "Why don't you measure me and see for yourself?"
Derek went into a spectacular double biceps pose. His football-sized biceps bulged enormously with a magnificent peak. Scott's eyes widened with amazement as he beheld the muscle god before him. He put the tape measure around both of Derek's arms and both came out at 24 inches.
Scott could not resist running his hands over Derek's mighty arms and feeling the iron hard muscle under the silky smooth skin. The biceps muscle he felt could not be pressed in at all. Scott ran his hands over the big thick hard muscles of Derek's magnificent powerful chest and shoulders. While he did so, his penis quickly became erect. To his embarrassment the bulge was obvious in his skimpy shorts but both Derek and Hal reassured him that they did not care. Hal washed away Scott's embarrassment with powerful vibrations of love and acceptance. Derek appreciated Scott's interest. He purred like a cat feeling Scott's hands run over his torso. Scott's cock became stiffer.
Scott looked at both Derek and Hal admiringly.
"You know, I'd do anything to have huge muscles like you two guys," he declared. "Really, I'd do anything. I really want stay here in Ringtail and grow big, really big. I don't seem to be going anywhere right now. I haven't got bigger for months."
"Scott, would you like me to give you a hand on the way?" asked Hal.
"Yeah, I would. What would you do?"
"I could, well, cast a sort of spell on you to make your muscles grow. When I say a spell, I harmonise and facilitate the auric fields of the energy centres of your body and integrate the energy flows in your meridians."
"Sounds good. I'll be in it," said Scott cheerfully.
"Fine. You need to strip off naked for this."
With a little embarrassment, Scott took all his clothes off. Again Hal beamed love, reassurance and acceptance to Scott and washed away all traces of shame and embarrassment. Derek marvelled at the ease with which Hal manipulated the thought processes in Scott's mind, building up Scott's confidence and self-assurance and helping him to be happy with his body.
Soon the muscular teenager stood proud and naked before them with his erect penis sticking out from his groin. He was a splendid sight with broad shoulders tapering down to a slim waist. His arms and legs were thick and strong. His curly black hair hung over his blue eyes.
Hal stood at Scott's side and placed one hand on Scott's chest over his heart and the other diametrically opposite on his back. To focus his mind on the task, Hal intoned an ancient Sanskrit chant taught to him by a master in the Himalayas years ago. At first Derek watching thought it was a piece of charlatanry put on just for show but he soon sensed the deep purpose of the chant. He saw that Hal was totally attuned to the Primal Energy Source; he was at one with Him, the Lord God.
As Hal rubbed his hands slowly up and down Scott's nicely muscled torso, Scott felt the tingling of his energy fields being tuned by the harmonised interaction with Hal's powerful aura. Scott felt the thrill of the electricity passing through his body. It was an oddly pleasant sensation. His erect penis became even stiffer.
Hal was doing several things to Scott's body. He focussed energy to transform body tissues to a noticeable amount of extra muscle mass almost immediately and set up processes in Scott's body to increase his muscle mass still further over the coming weeks so that Scott would become a big, powerfully built hunk. He straightened out Scott's colon so that his rectum became much longer; it could easily fit an object more than 12 inches (30 cm) long inside up his anus. He integrated the metabolic and immune processes of Scott's body so that they would work in total harmony together. Scott's very mild acne would disappear entirely very soon and he would stay in excellent health.
Hal moved around to Scott's back and continued to rub his hands over Scott's body. In addition to the ultra-healing he was giving Scott, he was continuing to beam love, acceptance and self-confidence to Scott who would not feel ashamed of his body and its functions. Hal rubbed his hands over Scott's back, chest and abdomen, his shoulders and arms, his buttocks, thighs, lower legs and feet. Scott's penis remained very stiff and hard. Hal cupped Scott's hot balls in one hand and focussed energy on his testicles to harmonise and integrate the production of male hormones to the end of making Scott's muscles bigger and making Scott more confidently masculine. He wrapped his other hand around the shaft of Scott's penis and moved it slowly up and down. The small repulsive force field made it feel nice and slippery. The focussed energy made Scott's ramrod stiff penis quickly lengthen from six inches (15 cm) to ten inches (25 cm) and thicken to two inches (5 cm) in diameter. Scott watched in amazement as his penis grew to an enormous size for a normal man. His cock head was even bigger. The flange was now big enough for his foreskin to catch behind it easily.
The sight of Scott's newly big penis, the tingling in his balls and penis as well as Hal's manual stimulation was too much for Scott. His balls contracted, his groin churned. Scott gasped and groaned. His body twitched in a muscular spasm. All his muscles tensed and bulged. Hot white ropes of spunk squirted out of his rock hard erect penis ten feet (3 metres) across the floor. His knees buckled under the influence of his intense orgasm so Hal wrapped one massive powerful arm around Scott's chest in support but continued to hold Scott's penis firmly with the other hand. That only intensified Scott's orgasm more. Scott leant back against Hal and cried out in the heat of his ejaculation, which continued unabated.
After about a couple of minutes, the orgasm subsided and Scott hung limply in Hal's arms. Hal was pleased. The orgasm served to complete the integration of the metamorphoses starting to occur in Scott's body. Derek grinned as he wiped up the splats of spooge from the floor with paper towels.
Scott sleepily opened his eyes and smiled up at Hal. The orgasm was good. It was all part of the process. Scott was certainly not ashamed of it. He said that it was the best orgasm he had ever had. Hal held him firmly in his arms while Derek gently wiped the remnants of semen from his cock.
After Scott had rested a little while, Hal released him and said the process was finished and that the spell was successful. Scott was overjoyed to find that his muscles were bigger all over. His chest had increased to 48 inches (122 cm) and his biceps to 18 inches (45 cm) cold and flexed. His waist remained the same at 32 inches (82 cm) but the musculature was much better defined. He had a real washboard abdomen now. His thighs had increased to 26 inches (66 cm) from 25 inches (64 cm). His body weight had increased about 1 kilogram (2 lb.) but the existing fat and body tissue had been redistributed and transformed into muscle by Hal's magic. He had a splendid physique, even better than before, with broad shoulders tapering down to a slim waist and with powerful muscles bulging all over. His muscular torso was kite shaped with well-developed trapezius muscles sloping up to his neck and his latissmus dorsi muscles tapering down to his waist. His big half-erect penis hung down his thighs to near his knees now. The foreskin was still held back by the ridge of his cock head. His arms were thick and strong. His full-bellied biceps had a nice bulge to them. His black curly hair hung over his blue eyes.
Scott was so overcome with joy and gratitude that he hugged both Hal and Derek.
Grinning broadly, he put his clothes on. Even with his clothes on, he looked sexy, proud, erect and confident. His muscles showed through the battered old flannelette shirt he wore. The energy and love that Hal had poured into him had its effect.
Hal created a five-kilogram (11-pound) plastic tub of special muscle growth enhancer in one of the kitchen cupboards and gave Derek a telepathic cue.
Derek winked at Scott and said, "I've got something for you that you might find useful."
He strode over to the kitchen cupboard and pulled out the tub that, unbeknownst to Scott, Hal had just created.
"Scott, this is a tub of super muscle growth enhancer. I don't need it any more. I'm big enough," he said with a smile as he handed it to Scott.
"Oh wow! Will it make me as big as you?"
"Mmmm, yeah, it could. There's enough there in that tub to last you about six weeks. We'll see what you're like when I get back. It costs an awful lot but I'm happy to give it to you."
"Thanks very much."
Scott looked at the tub in his hands. It had inscrutable Chinese characters on the label. He turned it over and found the English language label.
"You just follow the instructions on the label," said Derek helpfully. "It's all there."
"It's made by some outfit called Long Phat Kok and Company!" exclaimed Scott. "Is that some kind of joke?"
"Well, yes and no," said Hal. "It's a company that started off making potent aphrodisiacs from Australian herbs based on traditional Australian Aboriginal medicine. The idea was to stop the slaughter of rhinoceroses and tigers that feeds the demand for traditional Chinese aphrodisiacs. It is based in Singapore and it was founded by a group of Australians, hence the name, Long Phat Kok. Yes, it is a joke, but the beauty of the name is that it translates easily into Chinese characters. The company is doing very well, however. It has recently branched out into making muscle growth enhancers and selling them worldwide. I'm a shareholder and it's quite a profitable investment.
"And it works?"
"Most definitely."
"Look at me," chimed in Derek and flexed into a spectacularly muscular pose.
Scott's eyes widened. "Wow! Derek, you look fantastic."
"Scott, a word of advice," said Hal. "You'd better keep that tub a dark secret from everyone. Once your older brothers get wind of the fact you've got that stuff, they'll starting helping themselves and soon you'll have none left. As Derek says, it's very expensive and it's very effective. And one more thing, don't exceed the recommended dose. You'll just waste it if you do. Your body will just tip out what it doesn't use in your urine. You can work out in the gym as much as you feel like."
Hal reinforced his advice telepathically. Derek gave Scott a plastic bag to put the tub in.
"OK," said Scott.
Hal looked seriously at Scott.
"There's something I need to tell you, Scott," he said. "You are a big, muscly and sexy guy and you are going grow into an even bigger and sexier guy with even bigger muscles under the effects of the spell I cast on you, the muscle growth enhancer and the work you'll do in the gym and for your father. You must not have sex with anyone, male or female, until Derek gets back, otherwise you could easily queer things up horribly for yourself. You must remain celibate for the duration. This is important. Having sex with anyone too soon is very likely to lead to a very difficult situation."
Scott shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, all right."
"However, Scott," Hal grinned. "You can masturbate as much as you like, as many times a day as you want. It'll do you good and it's fun and it will keep your juices flowing. You've got a nice big tool to play with now."
Scott gave a wry grin. "OK, then, you're the doctor. Thanks. I really like the long fat cock you gave me."
"It's a pleasure," said Hal.
He looked at Derek then back at Scott. He gave Derek a telepathic cue. Derek put on his Roadknight jacket.
Derek said, "Well, Scott. It's time for us to hit the road. Thanks in advance for keeping an eye on the place while we're away."
"No worries," replied Scott. "Thanks for the tub of the good stuff." He looked at Hal and grinned. "Thanks very much for casting the spell on me. I feel really good."
Scott swaggered and flexed his muscles appreciatively.
They all trooped downstairs. Derek and Hal hugged Scott in farewell. They mounted their motorcycles already packed and kick-started them into life. The bikes rumbled outside. Derek gave Scott his bunch of keys and told Scott he was welcome to go inside and make use of the facilities whenever he liked.
Scott pulled the garage door closed and snapped the heavy padlock into place. He waved while Derek and Hal rode towards Valley Road and watched as they rode away down the road until they disappeared around the bend. He was sad to see them go but he was keen to see Derek again. Seven weeks seemed an awfully long time. He slung the tub that Derek had given him into his ute and drove home.
Derek thought how forlorn Scott looked as they rode away. But he was really happy to be with Hal. Scott was a treat to be looked forward to when he returned.
Meanwhile, he and Hal were riding off to Melrose in South Australia. They would take several days to get there so they were going to camp out along the way. Hal planned to follow the quieter roads just north of the Murrumbidgee River and camp on the banks of the river one or two nights. Then they would strike out northwest from Hay across the outback of New South Wales across the Darling River, across the desert and over the border into South Australia and then on to Melrose in the Flinders Ranges of South Australia. Derek had never camped out in the outback before and he was looking forward to sleeping out under the stars with Hal.
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To be continued in Chapter 4. --------------------------------------