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---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel.
By Wombat. ------------------------- Any constructive comments are appreciated. I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'. ------------------------------------ Chapter 4 part 3.
------------------------------------ Part 29: Derek's Treasures. ------------------------------------
This was the first time Scott had opened up Derek's garage since Derek had gone away with Hal. He had been reluctant to open up the garage with Sergeant Rowling around. He did not feel comfortable about letting the policeman look around inside Derek's place.
Scott drove his utility inside the garage, parked it next to Derek's dark blue Mitsubishi Pajero four-wheel-drive wagon, slid the garage door shut and slid the bolt to stop the door being opened. He looked around the ground floor of the garage. There was a reasonable amount of light coming through the skylights in the roof. There were Derek's scrap iron sculptures standing around a pile of scrap metal that Derek had collected. Next to it was the welder that Derek used. Along one side of the garage were the old items of machinery, things like drill presses, lathes, band saws and jigsaws left over from the days when the garage was used as a machine shop. Everything appeared to be as Derek left it.
Scott ascended the stairs into the loft and looked around. It appeared to be unchanged from the day he left it with Derek and Hal nearly seven weeks ago. This was the first time that Scott had been inside the garage since then.
Derek was coming back in three days. Scott felt a thrill of excitement.
On one of the laminex-topped tables lay an unsealed envelope with 'Scott' written on it. Scott opened it to see a hand-written note from Derek.
It read, "Hi Scott, Thanks very much in advance for looking after the place. I'm very grateful. Please feel free to help yourself to anything here. You can use anything you like here. If you get the chance, can you take the Pajero for a spin please and blow some of the cobwebs away? It's got a full tank. Don't bother refilling it. See ya around Xmas. All the best, Cheers, Derek"
Scott looked around the large airy loft. All the windows were closed. They had no curtains. The loft was filled with light.
Scott had been here a number of times before when Derek was here. He had worked out on Derek's bodybuilding equipment quite a few times. Derek's gym equipment was not anything like as comprehensively equipped as the gym Scott's father had constructed at home but at least here he was left alone. When he worked out here, Derek would leave him alone.
Scott grinned when he remembered how Derek would get a stiffy after watching him work out for a few minutes then Derek would get embarrassed and scoot off downstairs to his sculptures. He wished Derek had not been so shy. They might even have got a good thing going together sexually. It might have been good fun to fuck him. Derek was quite an attractive and sexy hunk even before Hal got to him. Never mind. With a bit of luck, he might get another chance with Derek, who seemed to be attracted to him. Scott's cock stiffened at the thought. He was really hot for Derek. He rubbed his cock through the fabric of his tight brief shorts. It felt good. He took a deep breath expanding his powerfully muscled chest and ran his hands over the huge bulging muscles of his arms. He was horny.
He left off rubbing his cock. He did not want to come just yet, certainly not in his shorts. Derek might have some interesting stuff around. Scott noticed a big TV with a 26-inch screen on a mobile trolley. Underneath was a DVD player. There were no DVDs anywhere in sight. Maybe Derek had some porn DVDs hidden away somewhere. Scott hoped that they were gay porn DVDs.
He turned on the TV. It was tuned to the ABC that was showing some rural program about rising salinity destroying farmland. He switched channels and found a commercial channel showing one of those mindlessly boring midday chat shows. That was the only other TV channel available. Derek did not have an external TV aerial, just the bunny ears antenna on top of the TV set. He turned the TV off again.
Scott sauntered over to one of the two substantial polished red jarrah-wood cupboards that served as capacious bedside tables next to the big king-size bed. On it were a digital alarm clock and a box of large 'Man-size' tissues. The cupboard was locked. He opened it with one of the keys on Derek's bunch. Inside was a big thick tan coloured dildo next to a tube of personal lubricant, a pair of torch batteries, a roll of paper towels and a one-litre (1.75-pint) plastic squeeze bottle full of coconut oil. On the bottom shelf was a cardboard carton almost full of tubes of personal lubricant. Scott's eyes widened.
Curious, Scott picked up the dildo and looked at it. It was shaped like an erect penis with a long blunt conical cock head at one end and the base at the other. Connecting the two was a well-defined longitudinal ridge about a centimetre (< 1/2 inch) thick. The whole dildo was covered with a soft and pliable tan plastic material and it was nearly a foot (30 cm) long and over two inches (5 cm) thick. It was nearly as thick as a soft drink can. Scott sniffed it. He detected a very faint odour of shit. It dawned on Scott what it was that he was holding. He grinned. He had heard of dildos before, he had been called one many times, but he had never seen one before. So Derek used to stick this thing up his arse and get off on it. Wow! The thought made Scott's cock stiffen again. The dildo was thicker than the back brush handle he used at home but not as long. He could have fun with this thing. His cock stiffened more.
He hefted the dildo. It felt satisfyingly heavy. Attached to the base was about 30 centimetres (1 foot) of yellow plastic line with a knot on the end. On the base and flush with it was the lightly fluted knob of a small waterproof rotary switch. He switched it on. It started vibrating heavily in his hand. Scott almost dropped it in surprise. He recovered and noticed that the longitudinal ridge was rotating around the cylindrical shaft of the dildo. He discovered he could control the speed of the vibration and the rotation with the rotary switch. Turn it one way and it went fast; turn it the other and it went slow. He whistled softly to himself. Oh boy! He could have some fun with this! He looked at the writing on the base. This was the 28 cm x 6 cm model (11" x 2.4") model, the 'Gigant' made in Germany. It'll do.
He placed the dildo carefully on the bedside cupboard and put a tube of personal lubricant, the towel roll and the bottle of coconut oil next to it. His cock was stiff with anticipation. He rubbed it through his shorts.
But first he wanted to know what other treasures Derek had stored here. He unlocked the other bedside cupboard and found an unopened cardboard box still shrink-wrapped in plastic. Scott picked it up and saw it contained another dildo. According to the laser-printed leaflet wrapped around the outside of the box this was the 'Monster' dildo. The box was 50 centimetres (20 inches) long and 20 centimetres (8 inches) square. It felt heavy when Scott hefted it. According to the leaflet, the dildo's unique form-fitting design was guaranteed to give 'Ultimate Pleasure'. Scott looked at the box wide-eyed in wonder and thought he might leave that one until later.
Scott scanned around the loft. There was a clothes rack with several pairs of overalls, shirts and slacks hanging from it. Next to it was a square wooden wardrobe. Inside were hanging only clothes, two suits, some good shirts, two jackets and some good slacks. To Scott they looked too small for Derek in his current size. They would have fitted him when he was smaller. In the drawers were more clothes like socks, underpants, T-shirts and shorts and personal items like deodorant and nail clippers. One drawer held a sewing tape measure, a worn old surveyor's tape measure that wound onto a reel, a pair of scissors and a couple of screwdrivers. There was nothing else of great interest.
Around near the bed stood two swivelling full-length mirrors. One was the big one, six feet high and six feet wide framed in pinewood. The other was about three feet wide and framed in red jarrah. It was quite a nice piece of furniture.
Above the bed the large magnifying mirror hung from the rafters by solid steel chains. The big king-size bed itself was covered with a textured black vinyl bed-cover. A mound of pillows was heaped up against the polished red jarrah headboard underneath the bed-cover.
Nearby were three chromed steel standard lamps. Each consisted of a chromed steel pole with three incandescent lamps clamped to it. They looked so eighties.
Down at the kitchen end were the three laminex-topped tables and a scattering of plastic chairs with the remainder stacked up against the inside wall. Scattered around the centre of the loft were half a dozen large tan vinyl beanbags.
Suddenly it struck Scott what was different about the loft. It was really clean and tidy. It was much tidier that it had been before. Previously, there had been old newspapers, pizza cartons, aluminium foil food containers and all sorts of rubbish scattered all over the floor. During the time that Mark lived here and for a couple of months afterwards the loft had looked like a rubbish tip. It had looked as if squatters had moved in and trashed the place. Hal must have gone through the loft like a dose of salts. It was so clean and tidy now that it seemed to gleam.
Even the floor looked like it had a fresh coat of Estapol on it. It shone.
Scott was feeling a bit thirsty. He wanted a drink before he started on his fun with Derek's dildo so he decided to check out the refrigerator. He was surprised to see a big shiny new-looking refrigerator in place of the old tired-looking one that had been there before. Derek must have acquired it recently.
He opened the freezer compartment and saw what looked like several steaks and some sausages frozen inside. Scott was intrigued to see down the bottom a yellow medical sharps container for disposing of syringes and injection needles. It was empty.
In the fridge compartment was a large assortment of cans of soft drink but no beer. Scott was mildly disappointed. He opened up a can of Coca-Cola and chugged down the contents.
Down on the bottom shelf was a large opaque purple plastic container with a lid sealing it. There were no food items visible in the fridge.
Curious, Scott pulled out the plastic container and opened it up. Inside it he found stacked neatly several dozen plastic syringes with capped needles attached. The syringes each contained five millilitres of a clear deep purple liquid like water with a purple food colouring. Also inside the container was a plastic box full of alcohol swabs. On top inside the container was a sheet of paper inside a clear plastic sleeve.
The paper had writing on both sides. Scott read it with rising interest.
The syringes contained what the instruction sheet said was Muscle Growth Stimulating Factor with enhancing and rectifying biologicals. There was a list of ingredients that meant nothing to Scott. This preparation when injected into the body would stimulate the growth of the muscles markedly. It did not contain steroids but it contained muscle growth stimulating peptides. It was recommended that the preparation be injected into the abdominal rectus muscles if the subject was strongly built and wanted to increase his muscle mass. There was a picture of a very muscular man with a splendidly ripped and vascular body lying down and injecting the syringe into one of the ridges of his magnificently developed abdominal muscles. His muscles were relaxed. Then afterwards one could perform some abdominal crunches to increase the blood flow to the muscle and, if there were any discomfort, to ease it. There was a picture of the man with his hands behind his neck curling up his torso in an abdominal crunch. One could inject the preparation into other muscles, but the bigger the muscle, the slower the effect. If the muscle were too small, the injection would hurt. One could work out after the injection but there was no need to.
Scott felt uneasy about sticking a needle into the very well developed muscles of his belly and injecting himself with the stuff but if it was going to make his muscles grow, he was willing to give it a go. He picked up a syringe and a swab and returned the container to the refrigerator.
Scott took the 5-ml syringe full of muscle growth stimulating factor and the swab and walked to Derek's big black vinyl-covered bed that stood at the other end of the loft. His heart was pounding with anticipation and excitement. He was almost shaky. He had never done anything like sticking needles into his body before. He did not like going to the doctor and being given an injection. But here he was, about to give himself an injection.
He tore off a paper towel from the roll, put the syringe and swab down on the bedside cupboard next to the dildo on the towel. He lay down on the bed and noticed that the black vinyl bed-cover had an oily feel to it. He sniffed it and noticed the faint odour of coconut oil and semen. He grinned to himself as he pictured Derek oiling himself up all over then getting himself off on that large dildo stuck up his bottom and squirting his semen all over the bed cover, just like Scott did at home.
He lay back down on the bed and admired his magnified reflection in the mirror hanging above. His reflected image seemed so close that he could almost touch if it were real. He flexed his big arms and they bulged very satisfactorily. 21 inches they were and they were going to get bigger. He looked really hot in his black T-shirt, brief black shorts that showed off his splendid thighs, big black work boots and his baseball cap pulled down over his eyes on the background of the black textured vinyl of the bed cover. He lifted up his T-shirt and exposed his bulging ridges of abdominal muscles. He had a very well developed eight-pack. He quivered in anticipation.
He thought he might make a real thing of this and inject himself naked. Then afterwards he'd have some fun with Derek's dildo. He stripped off his T-shirt and shorts and pulled his baseball cap on down over his eyes again. He left his big black work boots and his black socks on. His boots were clean and the bed was protected by the black vinyl bed cover.
He lay naked but for his boots and baseball cap on the bed and looked up at his magnified reflection in the mirror. His powerful muscular body looked really hot and sexy. He had a fantastic body for a seventeen-year-old and it was going to get even more fantastic and muscular. He tensed his muscles all over and flexed his powerful arms. His thighs and abdominal muscles bulged magnificently. Christ, he looked hot!
With a slight tremor, he picked up the swab and the syringe. He ripped open the foil packet containing the swab and extracted it. Then he selected one of the bulging segments of the eight-pack of his ridged abdominal muscles and wiped the swab over it. The sharp tang of isopropyl alcohol tickled his nostrils. The skin over the selected segment of abdominal muscle felt cool.
Scott picked up the syringe. His hands trembled slightly as he removed the cap and exposed the needle. He lay back against the mound of pillows and willed his abdominal muscles to relax. He settled comfortably into the mound of pillows behind him and took a deep breath. He looked at the thin glinting needle attached to the syringe he was holding, then at the mounded segment of abdominal muscle he had swabbed. He could feel the alcohol cooling the skin. He checked the syringe and saw that there were no air bubbles in the purple liquid.
He took another deep breath and pricked the skin of the mound of muscle with the needle. His skin was very thin. There was no fat between it and the underlying muscle. Pulsing veins snaked over the well-defined muscles of his abdomen. With one motion he pushed the needle through the skin into the abdominal muscle. He did feel some pain as the needle penetrated his abdominal muscle but it was not great. He felt the pain and sting as well as the motion of the point of the needle sinking into his flesh as he pushed the needle into the muscle all the way up to the needle's base. For about 15 seconds he stayed still looking at the syringe with the needle embedded in his flesh. His heart was pounding hard. He could see his hammering heartbeat shaking the thick powerful pectoral muscles that covered his chest. The front of his muscular abdomen was pulsing in time with his heartbeat. His cock was still partially stiff but the cock head had vanished inside the foreskin. His cock too was pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
He took another deep breath and with an effort kept his abdominal muscles relaxed. He pushed down on the plunger and injected all the deep purple contents of the syringe into the segment of abdominal muscle. There was a sharp sting and almost immediately afterwards there was a warm, tingling sensation in the muscle segment.
Scott pulled the needle out of his abdomen. There was a minuscule hole left in his skin which closed up quickly. No blood appeared. He placed the used syringe back on the bedside cupboard.
The warm, tingling sensation in his abdominal muscle increased. The stinging feeling vanished. Scott lay back against the pillows. He looked down at his belly and saw that the segment of muscle that he had injected the stuff into was swelling visibly. The warm feeling became hot. Scott ran his fingers over the swelling muscle segment. It felt hard, hot and swollen. It quickly bulged out to be noticeably bigger that the other segments of the abdominal eight-pack and it started to ache a bit. Scott remembered the instructions and did a series of abdominal crunches, curling his torso up and back with his hands clasped behind his head. He repeated this exercise quickly for several minutes. The slight ache soon vanished. While he kept on with the abdominal crunches, the focus of sensation in his abdominal muscle dissipated and he noticed a warmth spreading over his entire body. His skin seemed to tighten all over. All his muscles seemed to be getting pumped. They were becoming engorged with blood.
Scott lay back down on the bed breathing heavily. He had been exercising vigorously. He looked up at his magnified reflection in the mirror overhead and was elated to see that his muscles had all increased in size. The muscle pump felt fantastic. He felt really hot. His whole body felt pumped. Engorged veins stood out all over his arms, legs and torso. He flexed his arms and his biceps bulged magnificently. He felt one of his biceps and it did feel a little bigger. Wow! This stuff works, he thought. He flexed his arms again in a double biceps pose and tensed up all the muscles of his torso and legs. His muscles bulged magnificently all over. He looked absolutely incredible with his ripped, vascular and powerful muscles all over his body. His tanned and seriously muscular body looked fantastic lying on the black vinyl bed-cover. He lay on the bed and went through a series of poses, admiring his reflection in the overhead mirror. His cock stiffened at the sight. He was overjoyed to see how big his muscles were.
He got up off the bed and grabbed the tape measure from the wardrobe. He wrapped it around his flexed biceps muscle and found that his upper arms measured over 22 inches, about 22.25 inches (56.5 cm). They were bigger. His chest had increased to 58 inches (147 cm). His pectoral muscles were definitely thicker and the latissmus dorsi muscles were definitely bigger. They took on a somewhat convex curve now instead of forming the straight-sided V as before. His waist was the same size at 34 inches. His thighs had increased to 28 inches. This was the biggest pump he had ever had. He felt huge. This stuff worked. So this is the stuff that Derek got huge on, Scott thought to himself. He'll use it all right. There was plenty in the fridge.
His cock was as stiff as a ramrod. It remained the same length as before but it was as hard as steel. He felt hot and horny. His whole body buzzed.
He went and worked out on Derek's weights but soon became bored with it. He wanted to maintain the pump as it felt so good. However, Derek's weights were too light for his liking. Scott was puzzled that a guy who had grown as huge as Derek had used such light weights. It seemed that Derek only used them when he was still a relatively little guy. Scott realised that he himself was much stronger than he was when he lasted used Derek's weights. Nonetheless, Scott's pump did not abate. It continued as hot and strong as ever.
He looked at the dildo lying on the bedside cupboard. It was the 'Gigant', the 28 cm x 6 cm model (11" x 2.4") model. It was big. He thought he would give that a go. He needed pleasuring. His balls felt heavy and full.
He picked up the big six-foot square mirror and positioned it at the foot of the bed so that he would see himself in the mirror while lying on the bed as seeing himself reflected in the magnifying mirror overhead. He wanted to be able to see his arsehole when he poked the dildo up into it. The mirror felt unusually light. His pumped up body thrummed with strength and power.
Scott lay down on the bed and rubbed his hands sensuously over his great big muscles. His cock was still as stiff as a ramrod. He tore off several sheets of paper towels and pub the dildo on them. He squirted a generous dollop of coconut oil over his body and joyfully rubbed it into his skin all over his body. When he ran his oily hands over his steely hard stiff penis, he came close to ejaculating. He removed his hands quickly and took several deep breaths. His penis remained so stiff that it ached. His balls felt hot, heavy and they ached. Milky fluid trickled out of the piss slit. Scott kept his hands away from his penis as he admired in the overhead mirror his magnificently muscled and tanned body that glistened with oil. His muscles bulged powerfully all over. Thick veins snaked over them. He was still fully pumped.
His heart hammered inside his chest. He could see his entire front pulsing with the strength of his heartbeat.
He reached over to the bedside cupboard and picked up the dildo and the tube of personal lubricant. He curled up his torso so that he could see the pink pucker of his arsehole in the mirror at the foot of the bed. He squirted a decent glob of lubricant onto his anal opening and massaged the immediate area. He pushed his finger into his anus and spread some of the lubricant into the anal canal. Everything felt nice and suitably slippery. He pushed his finger in as far as it would go. He could feel no shit. Good! He fiddled around inside his arsehole and found his prostate gland. He tickled his prostate and came close to coming. He partially withdrew his finger. His aching stiff steely hard penis was still dribbling a mixture of clear precum and milky seminal fluid all over his glistening oily abdomen.
His anus felt a little tight to admit the large dildo, so he pushed a second finger into his arsehole and spread them, dilating his arsehole gently. He had read about doing this in the stories he had seen on the Internet. His arsehole relaxed more, so just for fun he poked in the third finger. He spread them out dilating his arsehole still further. In the square mirror he could see his arsehole spreading out to form a sizeable hole. It could fit the dildo, no worries. He withdrew his fingers and looked at them. There were no signs of any shit on them. He sniffed them. There was a faint shitty smell on them. No problems. He had been working knee deep in shit as a plumber's labourer for the past six months and was used to it. His own shit was OK.
He picked up the dildo and covered it with a coating of lubricant. His heart pounded vigorously. He felt a bit shaky as he found the switch. He turned the dildo on. It vibrated powerfully in his hand. The longitudinal ridge rotated under his fingers.
His heart pounded. He was panting with excitement as he curled his torso up again with his legs spread wide, exposing his arsehole. He twitched when, watching himself in the mirror, he touched the tip of the vibrating dildo to his anal pucker. He gently pushed the rounded end of the long conical cock head of the dildo into his arsehole. It felt incredible vibrating against his anal opening. His arsehole and the base of his penis were being strongly stimulated.
He slowly pushed the dildo further into his arsehole. His anal sphincters stretched as the full width of the large dildo penetrated his anus. It felt tremendous. He gasped when the vibrating head came into contact with his prostate. His steel hard penis twitched. It leaked a steady stream of precum onto his oily belly. He pushed the dildo in further until it stopped halfway in against a bend in his bowel.
He straightened his torso and legs out and lay flat on the bed. He reached down with both hands and pushed the dildo further up into his anus. It was fantastic to feel it stretching his anus wide and pushing up deep into his anal canal. It was nearly as thick as a beer can and he could take it. He could take it all. He was gasping and panting with excitement. His heart was pounding furiously. His whole torso shook with his heartbeat. The big striated muscles on his thick powerful arms bulged splendidly. Thick veins ran down the sides of the biceps muscles and his forearms were covered with a network of veins.
He turned up the speed of the dildo motor so that it was vibrating even faster and stronger inside him. The longitudinal ridge pulsed against the prostate and the base of his penis about once a second. He pushed the dildo up further until it disappeared up into his arsehole entirely. Only the piece of yellow plastic string protruded from his anus.
He lay on the bed gasping and panting with excitement while the dildo vibrated away deep inside his torso. He was sweating. He did not touch his penis that was dribbling precum in a steady stream. Steel hard, it stood up at an angle from his supine body. He ran his hands over the big bulging vascular muscles of his glistening oily ripped torso and writhed with the pleasure of the strong stimulation from the big vibrating dildo embedded deep in his rectum. In the overhead magnifying mirror he looked boiling hot with his tanned heavily muscled body with his heavy black work boots and socks on, his baseball cap pulled down over his blue eyes and his black hair curling out from under it, writhing on the black vinyl bed-cover in a state of intense sexual arousal. Veins stood out all over his body, his arms, neck, torso and legs. In his excitement he saw that his muscles were still as strongly pumped up as ever. They bulged with raw hot masculine power, his pectorals, his abdominal eight-pack, the rest of his torso, his thighs and his arms.
He ran his hand over his flexed biceps muscle that was like a cannon ball. He admired the way it bulged with raw strength. He ran his hands over his abdominal muscles and writhed with the intensely pleasurably stimulation of the dildo inside him and it vibrated his prostate and the base of his penis. He revelled in the way his body seemed to be bursting with intense virile strength and power.
He tensed his body all over, clamped his pelvic muscles on the dildo vibrating deep inside his torso and massaged the eight-pack of his abdominal muscles just above his steel hard penis.
Suddenly something seemed to explode deep within his groin from around the dildo. His penis twitched violently and shot forth a volley of semen all over his chest and belly. He saw stars, such was the intensity of the orgasm.
Scott yelled out in his sexual ecstasy. "Fuck me, oh fuck, fuck me. Oh that was so good, so fucking good. Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me. That was so good."
The volley of semen slowed to a trickle and stopped. Scott repeatedly groaned deeply in the profundity of his sexual relief.
"Oh God that was good," he moaned as he relaxed on the bed. The dildo still buzzed busily inside his torso.
Scott looked up at his magnified reflection in the overhead mirror. It seemed that he could almost touch his semen-splotched torso. Sensuously he rubbed the semen over his glistening oily chest and abdomen. It felt good, really good. He moaned happily in his release of sexual tension. He looked at his softening cock as the cock head disappeared inside the foreskin again. For the first time in his life he had come without anything touching his penis. Not counting his frequent wet dreams of course.
The dildo buzzed away inside him, vibrating the interior of his groin. Scott enjoyed the sensation at first but after several minutes it started to irritate him.
He rolled over onto his side, pulled on the yellow plastic string coming out of his arsehole and pulled out the dildo. He felt a strange sucking sensation inside him as he extracted the large dildo out through his arsehole. He turned the dildo off and examined it. There were a few small smudges and specks of shit on it. Never mind. He put the dildo on the paper towels on the bedside cupboard, then lay back on the bed enjoying the post-orgasmic glow. He stretched and flexed his muscles, which were still pumped up fully. Wow! This pump is not going to go down in a hurry. Sensuously he ran his hands over his oil and semen slicked body. This was fantastic. And he was awesomely big and muscular and ripped and pumped up mightily. His body looked and felt marvellous.
He lay on the bed drowsily and relaxed for a little while. He was feeling quite sleepy when his stomach rumbled. He realised that he was hungry. Reluctantly, Scott arose from the bed, picked up the used dildo and swaggered down to the kitchen end of the loft. The smell of mixed semen and coconut oil rose up from his hot torso to his nostrils as he walked naked but for his baseball cap and his work boots. His arsehole felt delightfully well used, as did his great big muscles. His big cock slapped heavily against his thick powerful thighs.
He washed the dildo in the sink with warm water and detergent, then rinsed it. Next he washed his hands.
Scott saw the microwave oven on the bench next to the fridge. Beside it was a stack of lidded microwave dishes for heating food. He rummaged through the kitchen cupboards and selected a 750-gram (26.5- oz) tin of beef stroganoff. It promised at least 50% beef. He opened the tin, tipped the contents into one of the microwave dishes, put it in the microwave and set the microwave to heat it for twenty minutes.
He felt oily and sticky with the semen, oil and sweat on his body, so he decided to have a shower. He was amazed to see and feel that his muscles were still pumped up fully. He was one awesome big dude with 22-inch biceps.
Scott walked out of the loft onto the stair landing and opened the door into the bathroom. It was dim inside, lit only by the light filtering through crinkle glass windows from inside the garage. Scott found the light switch and turned on the fluorescent lights. The extractor fan set in one window whirred quietly into action.
The white-tiled shower area occupied the end wall of the large bathroom away from the door. There were two shower roses side by side and a white plastic stool against the wall in the middle. Behind the door were two hand basins side by side with a large mirror over them. Between the basins and the shower cubicle were two cubicles, each containing a toilet. In the middle of the long wall opposite was a white enamel bath. Next to the bath opposite the bathroom door was what appeared to be a large cupboard with two wide doors. The whole room was painted white.
He put down the bathmat, took off his boots, socks and baseball cap, and turned on one of the showers. The hot water came quickly. He set a comfortable temperature and stepped under the stream of water. It felt good. He washed himself with some shower gel from a plastic bottle he found in the cubicle and luxuriated under the hot water. It felt so good. He delighted in running his hands over his powerful body and feeling his big pumped up muscles.
He finished his shower quickly and shook the water off himself. He considered where there might be a bath towel. He opened one door of the large cupboard and saw that it was the linen cupboard. In it were kept towels, face washers and bath mats, as well as the black vinyl bed 'linen'. He pulled out a nice big bath towel and dried himself all over. It felt good to be clean again. He put the towel over the towel rail.
He looked at himself in the large mirror over the hand-basins. His muscles were still pumped up, hard and bulging. The thick veins still stood out. He flexed his muscles and admired the reflection of his fantastically muscular naked body in the mirror. He looked huge and fantastic. He rubbed his hands sensuously over his splendid muscles. Grrr! He felt hot. He was really getting off on his magnificently muscled naked body. He had such fantastic muscles. His cock stiffened. He rubbed his cock. It was so nice, big, fat and hard. His sexual arousal increased. He felt horny again. But not yet. He wanted to eat first and the dildo up his arse had given him one hell of a bang. He had not heard the microwave beeping yet to signal that it had finished. He was getting quite hungry.
He took a deep breath and relaxed. The sexual tension eased.
Scott opened up the other cupboard door expecting more shelves of stuff, hopefully including gay porn DVDs. He was surprised to be looking into a dark empty space behind the door.
Curious, he padded barefoot in through the doorway and found himself in a big dark windowless room. Along the end wall lay a large dark object. Scott could not see what it was in the gloom. Against the dark coloured wall opposite the door he could see a chair. He ventured further in and let go the door.
The self-closing door slammed shut. Shit! Scott found himself in complete darkness. The room was pitch black. He could not see a thing except for a tiny yellow light on the mysterious object.
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