Old Valley Road Hotel

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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 6.

------------------------------------ Part 32: Willabalangaloo ------------------------------------

Scott awoke before sunrise after a sound night's sleep. It was still dark in his bedroom. The dawn chorus of birds was in full voice as it greeted the approaching dawn. He got out of bed and looked out the window. The east was streaked with light. There were some clouds and they were coloured gold and red. He looked at the glowing numerals of his bedside digital clock. It showed shortly after 5 a.m.

The birds were making a real racket, he thought. He could hear kookaburras, currawongs, magpies and a host of other birds of the Australian bush. Parrots were squawking discordantly. It was just as well that he was not suffering from a hangover, the noise was so great. In fact, he felt fine, as fit as a fiddle.

He switched on his bedroom light and caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. It was no dream. He was huge all right. He admired his incredibly muscular body and flexed his biceps, which swelled up like bowling balls.

He went to the gym and stood on the electronic scales. It beeped and showed 'HHHH' on the display. He was too heavy. The scales could only weigh up to 150 kilograms (330 lb). Scott would try Derek's scales over at the garage instead. Good idea. He would jump on the workout bike and get bigger still. He relished the prospect of having huge muscles bulging all over his body. He felt ultra-masculine now. He would become hyper-masculine. He really enjoyed the feeling of having huge muscles and feeling incredibly strong.

He pulled on his socks and black leather work boots, then his shorts, which felt a bit too tight. He was going to get bigger, so he found a looser pair and put those on. Then in front of the mirror he put on his old New York Yankees baseball cap. He pulled the curved visor down over his eyes. His arms bulged magnificently. He looked really hot and sexy. He did not bother putting on a shirt. Besides, few of his shirts would fit him now.

He drove through the town. Nobody was about. The streets were deserted. The sun had still not yet risen when he arrived at Derek's garage. He parked his ute in the garage and locked the door behind him. He ran up the stairs. As he did so, he noticed that his thighs were so thick with muscle now that they bounced against each other, impeding his progress.

While he was driving over, he conceived the idea of injecting himself with two syringes at once and seeing what effect that would have. He did not recall any warning about overdosing himself. His cock stiffened at the thought.

Inside the loft, he stepped on Derek's scales and saw the dial go well past the 150-kilogram mark. It stopped at 20 kilos. That meant that Scott now weighed 170 kilos (375 lb). He was huge and he loved it. But he wanted to get bigger still.

He stripped off his shorts and fetched two syringes of the purple muscle growth stimulating factor from the refrigerator. He thought of giving himself a real buzz and using the electro-stimulating capabilities of the monster dildo to make the muscles of his torso contract and work out. It might be better than doing abdominal crunches. His groin and balls felt full of semen that needed to get out. His cock stiffened at the thought.

He got out the monster dildo, set it up and plugged it into the power point and lubricated it well. He lay on the bed and pushed it up his anus as far as its ten-inch length would go. He made sure that the metallic knob was resting up against the skin behind his balls.

He picked up the two syringes and pushed the needles into the thick bulges of his abdominal muscles each side of the groove running down his centre-line. It did hurt a little as the needles sank into his muscle but Scott found the pain of the needles penetrating his flesh quite strongly erotic. It was a real turn on. His cock stiffened until it was rock hard. He did not push down on the plungers yet but left the syringes sticking out of his muscular belly.

He looked up at his magnified reflection in the overhead mirror. His body was utterly magnificent now as it was thick and bulging with great big muscles all over. The syringes sticking out of his belly and the dildo plugged up his arsehole with all the cables and hoses leading from it looked made him look most surreal and sexy, particularly as he was still wearing his boots and baseball cap.

His hard erect penis lay along the midline groove of his belly between the syringes. It was huge, reaching up well past his belly button. To Scott it looked nearly a foot long (30 cm) and it was starting to dribble precum into the midline groove.

He flexed his huge biceps. They bulged incredibly now. They were 26 inches (66 cm) and the biceps muscles were the size of bowling balls. He tensed the muscles of his torso but stopped because it was too painful with the needles sticking into his abdominal muscles.

He switched on the dildo and felt it vibrating and pulsating inside his torso. It started expanding and contracting inside him. It would expand a bit, contract a bit, then expand a bit more. It increased in thickness, stretching his arsehole bit by bit. It kept on expanding bit by bit inside his anal canal until Scott could feel this enormous throbbing and pulsating thing reaching up inside him from his arsehole to up under his rib cage. His arsehole felt considerably stretched as it expanded inside him. His heart was pounding and he was panting in excitement and agitation. The dildo's air pump whirred busily.

The needles stuck into his belly were hurting quite a lot now. Scott pushed down on both plungers simultaneously and injected the purple fluid into his abdominal muscles. He withdrew the needles from his flesh and cast them on the floor as the huge hard inflated dildo started writhing inside his torso. The sensory stimulation was tremendous. The segments of abdominal muscle into which he had injected the two syringes of purple fluid were tingling intensely and swelling as well. He could not do abdominal crunches because of the greatly inflated dildo that was inside his torso. It was writhing, pulsating and throbbing vigorously inside him, probing all the corners of his torso. He wondered dimly if this was what being fist fucked was like.

The swelling segments of abdominal muscle were hurting him quite a lot now. They were hot and swollen and felt as though they were about to burst.

He tensed his abdominal muscles as best he could. It hurt. He grunted with the pain.

Just then the electro-stimulation kicked in. Rhythmic electric shocks pulsated through his torso. They felt as though they were concentrated in and around his prostate gland, which was already stuffed full of implants and injected with fluid from the previous night's session. This made it exquisitely sensitive. The electric shocks were painful now. Scott's body tensed all over. Every muscle in his hugely muscular body was alternately contracting and relaxing in time with the electric shocks from the dildo. The cannonade of sensations exploding around inside his torso was agonising. Scott howled and writhed in great pain. The purple fluid he had injected into himself had made his body much more sensitive. All the veins stood out like thick cables and all his muscles were engorged and bulging. Rivulets of sweat ran off his body as Scott lay writhing and howling in pain on the bed. Painful flashes of electric fire coursed throughout his torso. Every muscle of his torso tensed in the agony he was suffering.

His tortured innards could take no more stimulation. His prostate and balls exploded in a great orgasmic wave of pain. Scott screamed. His penis which, incredibly, was still rock hard, twitched violently. Hot gouts of semen gushed out of it all over his belly and chest. The huge and painful orgasm continued on and on under the influence of the dildo and Scott's entire front was covered with a thick layer of his semen.

Finally, when the orgasm died down, the stimulation from the monster dildo ceased and the thing stopped throbbing and pulsating and it decreased in size to what it was before.

Scott lay limp and sweaty on the bed like a rag doll with thick white gobs of semen all over his front. It had been an incredible experience, bordering on horrific. He felt utterly wrung out.

He lay on the bed panting and covered with sweat and semen. His heart pounded in his chest. His body had increased in size and felt tremendously pumped up because of the purple fluid. All his muscles were bigger and pumped; all the veins were like cables.

He started to feel better. Before long he was feeling really good. He pulled the dildo out from his anus and saw that it was covered in some sort of pale yellow goo. He sniffed it. It smelled faintly organic. There was no trace of shit. He surmised that the yellow goo had been put in his intestines by Alfred. It must be the soothing unguent balm that filled his intestines. Alfred had told him about it on the first day.

Scott noticed that the sun had risen outside. The morning sunlight shone on the eucalyptus trees outside, making the shiny leaves sparkle like jewels.

Scott washed the dildo and put it away. He removed his boots, socks and baseball cap and took a shower to wash off all the semen and sweat.

He bounded naked into the secret room and jumped aboard the workout bike. Once he had put the helmet on, the workout session started. Scott experienced a train of glorious tsunami-like muscle-building orgasms. It was a much more pleasant experience than with the dildo. Scott revelled in the sheer joy of his growing muscles and the endorphins coursing through his system and flooding his brain. The long-lived orgasms repeated again and again. Scott revelled in the huge penis object thrusting in and out of his arsehole at the same time he thrust his mighty penis in and out of the highly stimulating fuck tube. Nutrients were pumped into his body, causing the muscles to grow significantly.

Time passed. Finally the joyfully orgasmic muscle-building session was completed and Scott reluctantly separated himself from the workout bike.

In the bathroom Scott looked at himself in the mirror admiringly. He was truly massive now. He was a mountain of muscle. The wide muscles of his back flared out like bat wings. The trapezius muscles formed a convex curve up to the point of his jaw. His shoulders were wide and massively packed with muscle. His arms and legs were great thick bulging masses of muscle. He felt extremely hot, potent and ultra- masculine. His prostate had been pumped full of enhancing fluid and more implants had been inserted. It throbbed with sexual energy. So did his balls. They too had been injected with growth enhancing medium. They were big. They were still egg-shaped, but they were as thick as tennis balls and were longer. They were like the balls on a bull. His cock was definitely bigger. He rubbed and it quickly stiffened into a long fat rod that was rock hard.

He strode into the loft, found the measuring tape and measured his cock at 13 inches (33 cm) long and 2.75 inches (7 cm) thick. It was satisfyingly huge. He flexed his biceps muscles and ran the tape around the flexed mountain peak of muscle. He saw that it had grown to 28 inches (71 cm). He used the scuffed old surveyor's tape to measure his chest. That had grown to 69 inches (175 cm). His pectoral muscles were like great big hard striated hemispherical boulders with the nipples underneath. When his pectorals were relaxed, his whole hand could fit in the cleavage between the mountains of muscle. His pectorals jutted out so much that Scott had to lean forward to see his feet. They were over six inches (15 cm) thick.

Scott stepped on Derek's scales. The dial whizzed past the 150 kilogram mark and stopped with a clunk at 54 kilograms. 150 plus 54 made 204 kilos. And Scott weighed a fair bit more than that. The scales could not go any higher. 204 kilos, that was 449 pounds, or 32 stone 1 pound. He was massively huge, weighing well over than 32 stone of solid ripped hard muscle. Scott was reasonably happy with his newfound size but he would have liked to get bigger. He would have to wait until Alfred had finished recharging. It was still quite early in the morning so the whole day stretched ahead of Scott.

He did not feel like another go with the monster dildo. That was just too painful just now. Maybe he could have a go with the 'Gigant' dildo but maybe that could wait until later. He was not too horny right now.

It was warm in the loft. The day was going to be another hot one. Scott looked out of the window across the forest. Amongst the trees not far from the garage, the dam caught his eye. He decided to go for a swim in the dam. And he would do it naked, just as he was now. No one was around at this time of the morning. No one would see him. Few people travelled along Valley Road at any time.

He opened the garage door, locked it again and ran naked through the trees. It was a thrill to feel the cool morning breeze on his bare skin. He came to the diving board that somebody had put out over the dam years ago. The water looked inviting, although it was a murky brown in colour.

Scott hid the garage key in a hollow tree stump. He sprinted out along the diving board and dived straight into the deep part of the dam where it was 30 feet (10 metres) deep. He sank straight to the bottom. He had so much muscle on him, he was so dense that he had the buoyancy of a brick. He hit the clay bottom of the dam with his hands stretched out before him. He tried to swim up to the surface but he could not stay off the bottom. Instinctively he had exhaled as he dived in off the diving board so he had little air in his lungs. He had no flotation at all.

Down at the bottom of the dam the water was so murky that it was almost completely dark. Scott could not see anything except the faintest brown light coming from somewhere up above him. His lungs were bursting. He was desperate to breathe. Panic started to set in, particularly when he realised that nobody knew he was there. Nobody would be able to find him in time before he drowned. Few came past on Valley Road and no one would have known his car was parked in the garage. No one would know he was out of sight under thirty feet of water. He desperately did not want to die. He was only seventeen years old and he had a magnificent body with huge muscles. Life was going to be sweet and Derek was not coming home until tomorrow. If Scott died, all his huge muscles would just feed the yabbies at the bottom of the dam. Already he could feel them nibbling around his feet. His skeleton would be picked clean and nobody would ever find it.

He struggled futilely to reach the surface but there was simply no way that his heavy dense body could swim the thirty feet up to the surface. His throat constricted. His chest heaved. He started to feel dizzy. His consciousness was starting to blur.

He was about to slide completely into panic when the words 'DON'T PANIC' flashed into his mind. The idea came to him that he should try and walk towards the edge of the dam until the water was shallow enough for him to get his head above water and breathe the air he so desperately needed. He tried walking along the bottom but he had to expend a lot of effort and energy walking against the resistance of the water. He had precious little energy left.

He dropped down on all fours and crawled across the clay bottom of the dam. He could feel the yabbies scuttling around him. The bottom seemed alive with the crustaceans. Angrily he squashed a few who had the temerity to nip his hands with their pincers. There seemed to be so many that a few dead would not matter.

He crawled on through the murky darkness of the water. He could not see anything. He progressed entirely by feel. It was easier going on all fours against the water resistance. Somehow, he knew what direction to go. His lungs felt as though they would either burst or collapse. Scott was not sure which. The huge muscles of his arms, legs and torso ached painfully through being forced to work while starved of oxygen. However, he struggled on with grim determination. His state of panic seemed to have subsided.

The clay bottom of the dam sloped upwards underneath him. He kept on crawling upwards. His whole consciousness focussed on keeping on moving one foot and one hand after the after. It had contracted down to that one single purpose. He was going to make it to the edge. All the powerful muscles of his body were rancid with pain. It took all his will and effort to continue moving on, but move on he did. His lungs ached for the air that was far above him. The agonising pain was not important. Survival was. A weird thought flashed through his mind that wished he were a yabbie so he could breathe underwater. He pushed it aside and kept on crawling on his hands and knees towards the edge of the dam and air, precious air.

After what appeared to be a long and pain-racked interval, the thought came to him that he should try standing up. He sat up and his head broke the surface of the water. It was sheer joy and relief to gulp in the great lungfuls of air that had been so torturously denied him. He stood up in sheer gratitude and relief. He had survived. He was so glad to be alive.

He took a number of steps forward as he struggled up the slippery clay of the dam bottom towards the edge. Dizziness overcame him and he fell forwards onto his hands and knees. Fortunately he had progressed far enough for his head to remain above water. He remained there panting heavily as he greedily sucked in the precious air to oxygenate his aching body. It was an effort to hold his head up but if he relaxed, his face fell into the water.

After several minutes of heavy breathing, the pain in his muscles had subsided sufficiently for him to be able to move again. He crawled up the bank and collapsed at the edge of the water. He lay exhausted and panting heavily in the wet clay at the water's edge. His head was far enough away from the water for him to be able to breathe easily.

As he lay collapsed half out of the water on the bank of the dam, he gave desperate and heart-felt thanks to God, Yang, the angels, Hal, Derek and whomever else who might have had a hand in saving him from death by drowning at the bottom of the dam.

His breathing eased. He lay relaxed in the clay at the water's edge. He became aware of the warmth of the morning sun on his back and arms. The parrots, the galahs, rosellas, lorikeets and cockatoos were screeching noisily in the trees around the dam. He was grateful to be alive. He felt quite comfortable lying half out of the water in the soft wet clay on the bank of the dam. He appreciated the warmth of the sun soaking into the massive muscles of his huge and enormously powerful body.

He became aware that his penis had fallen into an old yabbie burrow that had been dug in the soft wet slippery clay in the shallows at the water's edge. It felt interesting. He flexed his pelvis and thrust his cock in and out of the burrow. The sensation of the soft wet slippery clay walls sliding against his thrusting penis made it a very nice fuck hole indeed. His penis stiffened rapidly into the massive thick thirteen-inch steely-hard rod of flesh that was made to fuck. While he squirmed and thrust vigorously into the soft wet clay, glorious sensations flooded through his body. His prostate ached for release.

He kept on thrusting and writhing in the wet clay. This was wonderful. He had never fucked a dam before. He revelled in the feel of his long fat cock thrusting as deep into the yabbie burrow as it could go. With his penis, he could feel no end to the burrow. He wondered idly if there was a yabbie or something at the bottom of the burrow. He did not care. Perhaps his huge rock hard cock would mash it to bits like a steel bar if it got too close. He did not feel anything else but the soft wet clay sucking sensuously on his penis as he thrust it repeatedly down the hole in the dam bank. He gloried in the sensation.

He humped and thrust into the clay of the dam awash with sensations. Finally, his groin contracted brutally and his prostate and balls erupted in an orgasmic explosion. He thrust his penis as deep into the clay as it could go and his hot semen jetted in a geyser down into the deep recesses of the yabbie burrow. He lay heaving and groaning as wave after pulsing wave of orgasmic joy swept over him and gushed out through his throbbing penis into the murky water of the burrow.

After the last final jerking pulse and squirt of his orgasmic delirium, Scott lay blissfully in the muddy clay at the water's edge relishing the post-orgasmic sensations flooding through his body as well as the warmth of the sun on his back and the water lapping lazily around his body. His stiff cock was still thrust down the burrow. He enjoyed the feel of the soft slippery wet clay sucking on it.

After a while he wondered if he should get a move on. If someone by chance should come along and see him stark naked with his cock rammed up a yabbie burrow in the dam wall, he would look awfully silly. He would never live it down. People would tease him forever about the time he was seen starkers sticking his cock in a hole in the side of the dam. It would be awfully embarrassing. Everyone would call him the dam fucker.

His cock's erection slackened a little. He stood up reluctantly. He could stay there all day. He looked down his front. He was covered all over in wet clay from where he had been squirming and writhing in his sexual frolic. He rinsed off most of it and decided to have a shower up at the garage.

He looked down at the burrow where he had been ramming his cock. It had felt good. There was no sign of the semen he had squirted down the hole. Maybe it would provide a feast for whatever lucky yabbie that discovered it. Or maybe some fish or some other water creature would feast on it. It was hard to tell what kinds of life forms were lurking in the murky waters of the dam.

He clambered up the bank and retrieved the garage key from its hiding place in the hollow tree stump. He trudged up the slope to the garage and let himself inside. It was with a little awkwardness that he climbed the stairs to the loft. His thighs were so thick with muscle now that it was hard to move them past one another as he ascended the narrow staircase.

In the nice warm shower he washed the clay from his body. As he did so, he considered what to do next.

He wanted to show off his magnificently muscled new body at a swimming pool, but if he appeared at the Ringtail Springs swimming pool, he would cause a sensation. He was much bigger than he was a few days ago. He was nearly double the weight. He had stacked on an incredible amount of muscle. People would start asking questions. He knew he must keep the workout bike and Hal's magic spell secret. How would he handle it?

He thought he would go and try the swimming pool at Willabalangaloo, a town about an hour's drive or 90 kilometres (55 miles) north west of Ringtail Springs on the plains west of the Great Dividing Range.

He loved having all these huge muscles. He posed naked in front of the bathroom mirror.

He felt tremendously hot and powerful and potent. He was brimming with masculine power. His chest was huge. His pectoral muscles were like striated granite boulders. His biceps ballooned up until they were the size of bowling balls. His thighs were great massive corded bulging mountains of muscle that were as thick as tree trunks. His waist was slim, almost tiny in comparison, but it was strongly packed with hard, well-defined muscles. His abdomen was a treasure trove of eight rock hard well-defined veiny cobblestones.

The sight in the mirror of his huge muscles bulging with so much power and masculinity caused him to have another orgasm, which he jetted into the hand basin. His cock was huge and thick in his hand. It was a huge fat thick monster thirteen inches long. It was like a fat rigid one-eyed python. Scott loved it. He loved his whole body, every single one of those huge bulging powerful muscles, his huge bulging biceps, his mighty triceps, his mountainous pectorals, his balls as thick as tennis balls and twice as long. He was mighty and massive. He weighed well over 450 pounds, maybe nearly 500 pounds. He could not get over how big and massive and strong and masculine he was.

In the loft he browsed through Derek's clothes and found a white tank top and a pair of half-thigh shorts with yellow and black V-shaped stripes. Both were made of nice stretchy spandex. He tried them on. They were a bit tight and fitted him very snugly. He liked them. They showed every bulge of his massively muscular body.

He found a pair of royal blue Speedo racing briefs and tried them on. They just covered his massive genitalia and showed off his well- sculpted bubble butt to perfection, not to mention the rest of his body.

He pulled on the spandex tank top and shorts and then his socks and boots. He put on his baseball cap.

He borrowed a beach towel and stuffed that into a tote bag along with the borrowed Speedos.

Scott remembered that Derek in his note had asked him to take the Pajero four-wheel-drive for a spin. It had not moved in the whole seven weeks that Derek had been away. Now would be the ideal time to take it for a run.

He made his way carefully down the stairs. His massive thighs kept getting in each other's way as he descended the narrow stairs.

He opened up the garage door and kicked the Pajero's tyres. They all seemed fully inflated. The vehicle started on the second attempt and roared into life. Scott backed it out carefully and locked the garage doors. He spent a few minutes adjusting the steering wheel and the seat in the Pajero until he was comfortable, then adjusted the mirrors.

Carefully he drove the four-wheel-drive around the corner of the garage through the car park and onto Valley Road. At the intersection with Brown's Hill Road he turned right up the hill instead of left into the town and proceeded on the road to Gundagai. Past Gundagai he crossed the Hume Highway and drove on to Willabalangaloo.

When he reached the town of Willabalangaloo, he drove the Pajero down the main street, which was named Llewellyn Street. The town was smaller than Ringtail Springs. It was a hot, dry and dusty town on the western plains. Few people knew him here and it had a public swimming pool.

He saw the Royal George Hotel in the main street. He decided to stop and have a beer at the hotel. That was something that he had never done before. He was still underage and his father had never allowed him to drink beer in a hotel. He had been allowed by his father to have an occasional lemon squash in the front bar of the Lion and Unicorn. His brother Matt drank at the Prince of Wales Hotel more often than not. His brother Rob drank very little alcohol.

Scott thought that since he was so huge and muscular now, no one would dare challenge him for being underage. He parked the Pajero and strode into the front bar of the Royal George Hotel. As he entered, everyone in the bar turned and stared at him. Furtive muttering ran around the bar room. Scott heard the word 'muscles' several times. He braved all the attention and went to the bar. A cute blonde young barman, who looked barely of legal age himself, scurried up to Scott and asked him nervously what would be his pleasure. Scott grinned and resisted the temptation to say fucking his arse. He asked the young barman for a pint of beer.

While the barman was pouring the beer, he kept staring at Scott wide- eyed. He placed the pint glass on the bar in front of Scott. Scott fished out his wallet, which was tightly wedged in his spandex shorts, and paid him.

Scott took a mouthful of beer and promptly spat it back out into the glass. It tasted foul. Scott grimaced in disgust.

The young barman watched Scott with rising apprehension.

"Is everything all right, sir?" he inquired tentatively.

"No," snapped Scott. "It bloody well tastes like something dead's been in it. It tastes bloody horrible."

"I'm sorry, sir. Would you like me to get you glass of something else?"

Scott realised that maybe there was a message. He should not be drinking alcohol.

He felt uncomfortable and underdressed in the bar. Everyone was staring at him and whispering to one another.

"No," he growled. "Just give me my money back."

The barman went and rattled around in the till.

While he was there, a skinny old man sitting at the bar gave Scott a gap-toothed grin and said, "Don't worry, Muscles, it always tastes like that. It's Toohey's draught. I love the stuff."

The barman came back and gave Scott some coins as refund. Scott took the money and walked out the door.

As the door closed behind him, he heard the old man say, "What a shame! He doesn't like Toohey's."

There was laughter.

Another man's voice said, "Maybe he's one of those poofters who drink only Heineken's."

More laughter. The door shut.

Scott climbed into the Pajero and drove to the swimming pool. In the changing rooms he changed into the Speedo racing briefs.

He strode to the side of the pool. There were quite a lot of people both in the water and on the lawn surrounding the pool. Nearly everyone was staring at him. He resisted the temptation to flex his muscles in a double biceps pose. After the cool reception in the bar, he did not feel confident. Instead, he strode purposefully to the diving board at the deep end of the pool.

A bunch of lanky young men gathered around the land end of the board stepped back and made way for him. They stared at him open-mouthed.

"Fuck! Look at those muscles," Scott heard one of the group murmur.

"Jesus Christ on a bicycle, he's fuckin' huge," said another quietly.

Scott sprinted down the diving board and dived into the water. He swam vigorously towards the shallow end but he still sank to the bottom of the pool because of the density of his hugely muscular body. He propelled himself to the shallow end with his powerful arms pushing on the bottom. Needing to breathe, he broke the surface next to a group of young women. They all stared at him.

"Fuck off, freak," a thin blonde woman in a pink bikini said coldly.

Scott observed she had tiny tits before he swam off and sank to the bottom again. He could not float. He had no buoyancy at all. He was just too dense. He just could not swim any more. All he could do was crawl along the bottom. And being a bottom crawler seemed a total waste of time.

He swam around submerged in the pool for a little while longer. He was like a whale, coming up for air at the shallow end and sinking down again. He tired of this and hauled himself out of the pool with his huge muscles bulging. He retrieved his towel and dried himself. He made his way back to the changing rooms.

He was about remove to remove his bathers when a troupe of teenage boys entered the changing rooms.

"Oh, wow, look, here's the muscleman," exclaimed one of them.

They gathered around Scott. Their eyes were wide with admiration. They begged him to 'make a muscle', to pose and display the size of his muscles for them. Chattering with glee, they ran their hands over Scott's massive muscles while he went through a series of posing routines. It was a real turn-on for Scott to feel their hands roving admiringly over his body and feeling his huge bulging iron-hard muscles. The boys were getting excited too. Some clustered around him and rubbed their bodies against his. His cock stiffened particularly as he could feel a number of the boys' erections rubbing against him.

One boy pulled open the front of Scott's racing briefs and peered down at Scott's mighty penis.

"Fuck!" cried the boy. "What a horse-dick! It's fuckin' huge! It's the biggest cock I've ever seen."

Someone else pulled Scott's briefs down further, exposing his huge erect penis for all to see. Eagerly they ran their hands over it, feeling its soft silky surface. It took a mighty effort for Scott to stop himself ejaculating all over them and humiliating himself.

"OK, you boys can all buzz off right now." A voice with a strong American accent shouted across the room.

Scott looked up and saw a tall, handsome and muscular blond man standing in the doorway watching them. He was wearing a pair of white board shorts. His tanned body looked splendid.

"Go on, you kids, get outa here. Move," said the man sternly.

The boys slunk off outside.

The American walked up to Scott and spoke softly. He looked Scott over admiringly. He was shorter than Scott but still about six feet (183 cm). He looked a bit over thirty years old and possessed a strong muscular build. His body looked very nice.

"You could've had a whole lot of trouble if one of those young guy's parents had come in and seen you frolicking around with them with that huge cock of yours hanging out. I don't know what the laws are like in this country but back home you'd have gone to jail for sure."

"Yeah," was all Scott managed to utter.

The American continued. "You got the most incredibly huge body I've ever seen in my life. It is just fantastic. I've never seen muscular development like that before. And definition! Sweet Jesus, your muscular definition is awesome. It redefines definition. And your cock, it's heroic. That is one star quality cock you got there."

Scott blushed and tucked his deflating cock back into his bathers.

The American held out his hand to Scott and smiled. "The name's Rod Boylin. They call me Hot Rod Boylin, or Boylin Hot Rod. Depends." He grinned. "I guess you haven't heard of me."

"No," replied Scott.

He shook Rod's hand.

"They call me Ramzilla," Scott said shyly. "I suppose I ought to thank you. It was getting a bit embarrassing there."

"Did you like those boys rubbing their hands over that incredible body of yours?" asked Rod with a wickedly cheerful grin. "Your cock was sure stiff as hell."

Scott reddened. "I s'pose I did," he admitted. He felt hot and awkward.

"You looked pretty damned horny there," laughed Rod. "You like guys, Ramzilla?"

Scott reddened more. "I guess so," he admitted sheepishly.

"Don't worry, buddy. So do I, especially you. You got the most fantastic body I've ever seen. I never seen anything like it before in my life and that's saying something. I've been around."

Scott remained silent.

"Look, Ramzilla, I got a proposition for you. I want do a photo shoot with you and I want to do it with you naked. What do you say, buddy? There'll be a few bucks in it for you."

"How much?"

"Aw, a thousand."

"A couple of thousand," replied Scott wondering what he was getting himself into.

"Done! Great! You know, Ramzilla, I really like the name. It really suits you, you glorious great big mountain of muscle."

Rod punched Scott playfully on the shoulder. "Because size matters," he laughed. "I can just see it. Ramzilla, the mightiest, most incredible fucking muscle freak in all the world. And you are, buddy. You sure are."

Scott smiled shyly.

The American continued. "I'm renting a place just out of town for the week. They call it a settler's cottage here. It's cute. You can follow me out there. Don't bother about changing. Just come as you are. You're fucking magnificent."

They walked out of the changing room together to where the cars were parked in the street. Scott climbed into the Pajero and followed the red Mazda sports car that Rod drove out of the town.

Not far from the edge of the town they arrived at the settler's cottage. To Scott, it looked like an ordinary farmhouse from the late nineteenth-century. It was built of stone with a corrugated iron roof and was well kept. A verandah surrounded it on all four sides. Parts of the verandah had been built in.

Dark tall old pine trees grew around the house, shielding it from the road.

They parked their vehicles around the back of the farmhouse. Scott followed Rod inside. The house had been restored tastefully inside and out. The floors were polished pinewood with scatter rugs. The walls were painted white or a very pale beige. There was little furniture beyond the essentials so the rooms looked uncluttered and airy.

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