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 5 part 6.

------------------------------------ Part 41: Waltzing Matilda ------------------------------------

Fox rode towards the City to find his mate Chainsaw.

It was not difficult. All Fox had to do was use the telepathic tag to tune into Chainsaw. He knew precisely where Chainsaw was. He saw that Chainsaw was hurt. Some man had beaten Chainsaw up at the back of a restaurant. Chainsaw was now sitting in a small park nursing his bruises and feeling sorry for himself.

Fox cruised along The Norwood Parade on his big growling Kawasaki. He passed all the smart outdoor cafes with their tables and chairs covered by large brightly coloured umbrellas on the footpath. The diners stared at the big muscular biker as he rode into the City of Adelaide.

Chainsaw was sitting on a patch of grass in the shade of a tree in a small park that was situated on the corner of King William Street and Wright Street behind the South Australian Supreme Court building. He was sore and bruised.

Fox rode his bike down Carrington Street across King William Street into Wright Street. He saw Chainsaw sitting on the grass in the park and made a show of doing a U-turn and parking his Kawasaki ZZR1100 in front of him. With rising fear Chainsaw watched the big biker with huge muscles. He did not recognise Fox even when Fox removed his open face helmet.

Fox ambled over towards the patch of grass where Chainsaw was sitting. He projected positive friendly vibrations to Chainsaw to ease his fear.

It took some time and effort by Fox to convince Chainsaw that he was indeed Fox. Chainsaw was incredulous at first. Fox had been so small. Chainsaw found it impossible to believe that Fox had been transformed into the big tall blond biker with the huge muscles. He looked long and hard at Fox's face. Fox looked back at him steadily with his beautiful blue eyes. To Chainsaw, Fox looked like Fox's big brother but he knew that Fox did not have a brother. Fox sent a series of mind glyphs into Chainsaw's mind to assuage his suspicions. Eventually Chainsaw came to understand that the big extraordinarily handsome blond muscleman really was Fox transformed. When his suspicions were overcome, he was delighted to see Fox. They hugged with joy.

Chainsaw had missed Fox a lot. He had been terribly worried by his little friend's disappearance. Some of his street friends had disappeared never to be seen again. He feared that the same fate had befallen Fox. He was overjoyed to see Fox again and amazed at Fox's transformation.

He was astounded at just how big Fox had become. He was mightily impressed by Fox's incredible 23-inch (59-cm.) biceps. He had to have a feel of the huge rock hard muscles. He could not get over the fact that Fox had more than quadrupled his weight to 275 pounds (125 kilograms) and had grown one foot (30 cm.) in height to six foot one inch (185 centimetres). Fox was awesome.

Chainsaw had to know the rest of Fox's measurements. Fox's chest was 59 inches (150 cm.). His waist was a slim and muscle packed 31 inches (79 cm.) and his thighs were 31 inches. He looked absolutely magnificent.

Chainsaw told Fox how he had been beaten up that day by a man when he raided rubbish bins looking for food at the back of a restaurant in Gouger Street near the Central Market. He wanted revenge.

Reluctantly Fox consented to deal with the man. He felt obliged to act in order to win Chainsaw's trust. Chainsaw saw the transformed Fox as his big muscular friend and his new champion. Fox knew that he had to be careful if it came to a fight. With his superhuman strength it was all too easy for him to kill a man.

Previously Chainsaw had looked after Fox. Fox had been too small and weak to look after himself. He and Chainsaw had made an unlikely pair. They were best mates.

Chainsaw was seventeen years old and taller that Fox had been previously. He was below average height at 170 centimetres (5'7") tall and had a lean, almost skinny build. He had shaggy dark brown hair and quick brown eyes. He wore a tattered black T-shirt and faded holey blue jeans. His shoes were a battered pair of cheap runners.

Fox mounted his motorcycle and Chainsaw got on behind him. Chainsaw was very impressed by Fox's big powerful four-cylinder motorbike.

They rode off down Gouger Street. Chainsaw pointed out the restaurant. Fox telepathically detected a man in the small alley at the back of the restaurant. He and Chainsaw rode up to the alley and dismounted.

The man looked up and saw the big powerfully muscled biker clad in blue denim pull up with his pillion passenger. Fox tuned into the man's mind. He sensed that the man was a hang-around with one of the motorcycle clubs that had been at war with the Roadknights. When Fox helped Chainsaw remove his helmet, he made sure that the man could see the Roadknight insignia on the back of his jacket. He felt the fear rising in the man.

Chainsaw turned around, pointed at the man and shouted, "That's him. That's the bastard who beat me up."

Fox strode purposefully towards the man. Chainsaw trotted eagerly at his side. The man recognised Chainsaw as the street kid to whom he had given a hiding earlier that day for raiding the rubbish bins at the back of the restaurant. The man's fear rose to a higher pitch seeing the kid in company with the big handsome blond Roadknight with the huge muscles. He knew of the awesome reputation of the Roadknights. He had known many of his mates in the motorcycle club who had been hospitalised after tangling with Roadknights.

The Roadknights were invincible. They were terrifyingly tough, strong and quick. They dealt out severe bone-breaking beatings. It was rumoured they were able to dodge bullets. Anyone who shot at them got their arms broken.

Here was a Roadknight coming for him right now. He was an extremely good-looking brute with huge muscles. A retired policeman had told him once that the better looking they are, the more dangerous they are.

The man was trapped in the alley with the big massively muscular Roadknight striding towards him. He had no escape. Fox transmitted a tiny and subtle mind glitch into the man's mind and ramped up the man's fear even more. He saw that the man was a little shorter than he was, about 180 centimetres (5'11") and was of medium build.

Fox walked up to the man and tapped him on the chest. He said, "I need have words with you."

At that, the man slid into abject terror. His arsehole opened up and his shit filled the seat of his light grey slacks. A foul faecal odour filled the air in the alley.

The man blubbered, "Please don't hurt me. I didn't mean to hurt the kid. Please. I'm really sorry."

"Get down on your knees and beg forgiveness from him," commanded Fox.

The man immediately dropped to his knees and grovelled before Chainsaw begging his forgiveness. He was almost out of his mind with terror.

"Please forgive me," begged the man tearfully.

"No!" said Chainsaw. He was adamant. And he enjoyed the feeling of power. He enjoyed seeing the man cringing, crying and shitting himself in terror before the mighty Fox.

Fox was aware of Derek, Hal, Lou, Peter, Jenny and Kevin following the interaction telepathically.

Derek was a little worried that Fox had stimulated too much fear in the man. He was uncomfortable that the man had shat himself in terror. Peter and Kevin were of the opinion that the man had it coming to him. He was a bully who liked beating up street kids. He deserved it. Derek should not worry.

Jenny: << Chainsaw has got some work to do on his attitude. >>

She was amused.

"OK. That's enough. Get up and get out of our sight," Fox commanded the man.

The man struggled to his feet. He stumbled off back to the restaurant with an awkward gait. Shit stuck to his arse and underpants and made walking difficult. A large stinking dark khaki stain spread over the seat of his pale grey slacks and down the inside of each leg.

Chainsaw was rapt. "Fox, you're real awesome. You're so fucking awesome you made that guy shit his pants," he crowed. "He was so fucking shit scared of you he shitted himself in his pants. Fantastic, Fox. You're fucking fantastic. You're a legend."

He stopped for breath.

"Why didn't you beat him up like you were going to." Chainsaw was a little disappointed.

"It would have been cruel," replied Fox. "He was so scared of me he shat himself, like literally. It would have been like thrashing a terrified puppy. We Roadknights don't do that, not to a bloke who's shitting his daks with terror."

"Why not?"

"Code of honour. If you become a Roadknight, you'll learn about that. And lots of other things, like how to grow tall and get big muscles."

"Can I become a Roadknight like you, Fox?"

"Yeah. I can teach you if you want. You're going to have a fair bit of work to do."

"Gee, that'd be great. I really want to be a Roadknight like you, Fox. I want to be real big and muscly like you, Fox. That'd be totally awesome."

Chainsaw grabbed onto Fox's arm and delighted in feeling his huge big hard muscles.

"Geez, Fox, you're so totally huge and muscly and strong. And you're so handsome and good looking. I really want to be like you." Chainsaw sighed in admiration.

Back at the motorbike, Fox asked Chainsaw if he wanted to tell the others that he was going away with Fox for a while. Fox knew how worried Chainsaw had been when Fox had disappeared with Derek to become a superman. Chainsaw thought that was a good idea.

They found Red, Roo and Razorback sitting under a pine tree in Adelaide's south parklands near the tramline to Glenelg. Chainsaw greeted them excitedly. Red, Roo and Razorback were totally amazed by Fox's transformation. Roo wanted to become a Roadknight right away. Fox had to explain that he could only train one at a time. However, when Chainsaw was trained up, he too may be able to train one of them up.

Fox took Chainsaw back to the Norwood House. There Chainsaw had a good meal. It was the first decent feed he had for weeks.

Chainsaw could not keep his hands of Fox's magnificently muscled body. He was rapt in Fox's 23-inch biceps. He delighted in feeling Fox's powerful body all over. Fox ended up fucking Chainsaw into deliriously orgasmic bliss. As a street kid, Chainsaw was used to being fucked. However, he had never had so much pleasure before.

Beforehand Fox had decreased the size of his penis to 10 inches (25 cm.) long and two inches (5 cm.) thick. He did not want to frighten Chainsaw with the sixteen-inch monster he had previously.

Afterwards Fox revealed his super powers to Chainsaw. Chainsaw was awed and a little bit frightened at first. However, he quickly learnt to appreciate his friend's tremendous capabilities. He was in raptures when Fox hoisted him on his back and flew him up to the Mount Remarkable Community near Melrose.

It took a few days for Chainsaw to become a superman himself. He did not make the extremely rapid progress that Fox had made. However, he did well. Fox was a patient teacher.

Chainsaw wanted to become really big. He grew into a superman 195 centimetres (6'5") tall and weighing 175 kilograms (385 pounds). He developed wide and powerful shoulders with massive arms bulging with muscle. His upper arms measured 66 cm (26 inches). His deep, massive chest was 170 cm (67 inches) around. His muscle packed waist was 33 inches (84 cm) and his magnificently muscular thighs measured 33 inches (84 cm) also. He sported a golden tan all over. His dark brown hair became short. He grew into an enormous muscleman. He was bigger than Hal.

Hal asked Chainsaw if he really wanted to be a big man with all that entails. He explained to Chainsaw that people expect a lot from a really big man with huge muscles. People expect big things from big men. Chainsaw would not be able to hide in the pack like his smaller mates. He would stand out like a lighthouse. People would expect him to be a leader and take responsibility for getting things done. Normal people would look up to him. It was a deep-seated instinctive reaction of people from the primitive past to expect the big men to be the leaders and protectors. Hal asked Chainsaw seriously if he was willing to shoulder that burden. Chainsaw appreciated what Hal was asking of him. He loved his massively powerful body. With just a little trepidation Chainsaw agreed to be a big man with all that it entailed.

Hal was pleased. He willingly taught Chainsaw the art of being a big man. Fox and Derek drank it all in.

Chainsaw looked a little like Derek with his brown eyes. However, he kept his dark brown hair cut short. Hal worked his magic on Chainsaw and transformed him into a very handsome muscleman.

Next Fox and Chainsaw recruited Roo and Red from their gang of street kid mates. They too both became supermen. They chose to have almost identical bodies to Derek. They both became 185 centimetres (6'1") tall and weighed 135 kilograms (300 lb.) of solid hard muscle. They were proud of their 24-inch biceps. Roo had straight coal black hair and brown eyes. Red had bright blue eyes and straight dark red hair. It was a vivid copper colour. Both of them looked Celtic.

By this time, Derek's departure date for Ringtail Springs was quickly approaching.

Derek rode his motorbike along the Sturt Highway. He had left Hay when it was still quite early in the morning. At least at this time the sun had risen high enough so that it was not shining into his eyes as he rode eastwards.

He remembered his last night in Adelaide. It was an orgy he had with Fox, Chainsaw, Roo, Red, and Lou as well. They all had a fucking good time. He smiled fondly at the memory.

Derek cruised past Narrandera. He checked on Scott telepathically. Scott was admiring his huge body in the gym at his home and lifting barbells loaded with weights. Scott had received the message Derek had left on the answering machine. He felt guilty about his sexual affairs with Rod and Cave Bear.

When Derek arrived in Wagga Wagga an hour later, Scott had fallen asleep on Derek's bed in the loft. Derek decided to leave him. Scott was tired out after his exertions the previous night.

Most shops in Wagga Wagga were shut because it was a Sunday. Church bells rang out from the magnificent redbrick Catholic church in the centre of the town. Many cars were parked in the nearby streets. People were making their way to the church.

Derek found a coffee shop open in the main street. He stopped there. He was happy to dawdle over his cup of coffee and a delicious apple and cinnamon gateau. A few other customers were sitting in the shop. They stared at him covertly. The waitress was very friendly. She thought he was an awesome hunk and liked him a lot.

Afterwards he rode his bike north out of Wagga Wagga towards Willabalangaloo.

On the way he passed farmland that had been made desolate by rising salt. He had seen this sort of problem in the area before.

At Mount Remarkable he had been troubled by some verses from Psalm 107 he had read in the Bible.

"33: He turns rivers into a desert, springs of water into thirsty ground, 34: a fruitful land into a salty waste, because of the wickedness of its inhabitants."

Pan, the god of nature, wild places and wild things, explained to Derek that it meant the land was being destroyed by the ignorance and stupidity of the British settlers who had come here and abused the land. They ignored the accumulated wisdom of the original inhabitants gained over scores of thousands of years. They cut down all the trees and cropped the land mercilessly, destroying its fertility. The verses certainly did not mean that all the inhabitants of Australia were wicked.

Pan was very fond of Derek. Pan was an ancient god many millions of years old who gladly served the Lord God. He delighted in being a mentor to the young superhumans wanting to gain natural wisdom and in teaching them to understand the wondrous complexities of nature. He knew and loved Planet Earth and all her inhabitants dearly. He and Derek were developing a loving relationship.

Pan appreciated beauty. He liked to facilitate the evolution of animals into beautiful forms. He was very happy with the way that the human race was evolving, particularly the superhuman beings. Derek was shaping up to be a fine specimen of the human race. Derek was like a champion stallion, a champion stud bull or a superb panther or leopard. Form and function flowed together beautifully.

Pan had taught Hal much about form and function flowing into beauty. Derek was learning from both.

Derek passed through Willabalangaloo. None of the shops were open in the town. Not even the Royal George Hotel was open. It was Sunday. Derek continued north. He rode past the farmhouse where Rod Boylin was staying. Using the tag he acquired the previous day, he tuned into Rod's mind.

Rod was packing up. He was going to leave that afternoon and drive back to Sydney. On Christmas Day he was leaving Sydney and flying back home to the United States. He did not want to leave Australia. He had been having a great time.

Derek rode on a little further, turned around then rode back past the farmhouse into Willabalangaloo.

Rod heard the big motorcycle go past and back again on the road. He pricked up his ears hopefully. Alas, the motorcycle did not stop. Rod could not see the road because of the pine trees surrounding the house. He found bikers fascinating. Disappointed, he heard the sound of the motorcycle fading into the distance.

When Derek arrived in Willabalangaloo again, he turned onto the road to Gundagai.

He rode up through the mountain range. As he travelled along the winding road, he saw the signs of a very recent flood, the one that had occurred the previous day. Debris and vegetation were jammed in the railings of the bridges he crossed. Debris marked the high water mark of the flood. The bridges had been under water. The ground was still wet and muddy despite the savage heat of the summer sun. It had been a humdinger of a thunderstorm.

He crossed the Hume Highway and rode into Gundagai.

The main street of Gundagai baked in the hot December sun. A number of shops were open for the tourist trade. Christmas decorations were hung from lampposts and strung across the street.

Derek pulled up outside Matilda's Cafe. He had eaten there previously, before Hal had revolutionised his life. It had been nearly nine months since he had last been to the cafe. That was even before Mark had moved in.

He walked into the air-conditioned cafe. The cool air was a welcome relief from the summer heat outside. Inside, he saw that that the cafe was more than half full of diners. His broad-shouldered form filled the doorway.

Matilda was serving her customers. She looked up at Derek apprehens- ively. She did not recognise the powerfully muscled biker walking in through the doorway. Derek sent into her mind a mind glyph connecting him to the Derek she knew and subtly altering her recollection of him to accord with his current physique. Matilda's face broke into a wide smile as recognition dawned.

"Oh, Derek," she cooed. "How beaut to see you! It's been such a long time."

Matilda marvelled at how big, strong and handsome he was. She had not realised he had such a magnificent physique hidden under the baggy clothes he used to wear. And he was so very good-looking these days. She had not noticed that before. He had been a very quiet unassuming young man but very nice looking. She had thought he was rather sweet and liked to fill him up with good food. She really liked his big brown eyes.

She sat Derek at a table next to the wall and with a flourish presented him with a menu. She bustled off to attend to her other customers.

Matilda was a stout handsome woman with collar-length blond hair and bright blue eyes. She was aged in her late fifties.

Derek sat facing the front and he could look out into the street through the windows. As he sat perused the menu, he was telepathically aware that the other diners were looking at him curiously. Some wondered what the big biker clad in a sleeveless black leather jacket and black leather pants was doing in the rather smart cafe. Others admired his huge muscles and his dark handsome looks. Some were fearful of him.

A number of the diners had travelled the 160 kilometres (100 miles) from Canberra to eat at Matilda's Cafe. It was well known in the district.

Derek selected a dish of marinated fillet steak with salad accompanied by a carafe of a good red wine.

Matilda brought out his order.

Derek asked, "Sprechen Sie Deutsch?"

Matilda looked at him in surprise. Derek had been peeking into her mind and knew she was German. She did not have a German accent any more. It had been very many years since anyone had picked her as a German.

Matilda had no idea that Derek could speak German. Derek had downloaded the language skill from Hal who was a master of many languages. The first language Derek had learned was French. He had downloaded French from Hal's mind when Hal took him back in time to dine at Maxim's Restaurant in Paris in 1901. He had truly learnt French without tears. It was extremely quick. Derek had become proficient in both languages in a few minutes. Not only did he know French and German but he had learnt Spanish, Italian, Greek, Dutch, Russian, Arabic, Indonesian, Mandarin and Japanese as well.

Matilda replied in German. She was busy at the time so she could not stay and talk. However she was fascinated.

Derek tucked into his fillet steak. He tuned into Scott's mind and saw that he was still sound asleep on Derek's bed.

The cafe emptied out as the diners finished their meals and departed. Some people lingered over their desserts and coffee. The smells in the cafe were delicious.

Matilda had more time now. She sat down and joined Derek at his table while her daughter Elizabeth kept an eye on things. Matilda and Derek spoke rapidly in German.

Matilda was curious about Derek's ability to speak German and she complimented him on his fluency. He still had a slight Australian accent that Matilda found charming. He told a fib and said that he had learnt German at school but had not been confident to try his German with her before. He had been practising with friends. She laughed.

She found Derek very attractive. She was thrilled that he spoke German so fluently. She gazed into his big brown eyes and told her story.

Matilda had been born in Leipzig in Germany during World War II. Her father had been a civil engineer in the Wehrmacht, the German Army. He had spent a lot of time in Berlin and on the Eastern Front during the war. Leipzig had been damaged severely by Allied bombers and their house had been destroyed. Matilda and her mother had gone to live with her mother's brother in Chemnitz, later known as Karl Marx Stadt during the Communist regime. When the Soviet armies were pushing westward into the tottering Nazi Reich, Matilda and her mother had fled west into Bavaria, which became part of the American Zone of Occupied Germany. They lived in a displaced persons camp until her mother found work as a typist in Munich. Her father had been trapped in the Russian Zone that became Communist East Germany. He managed to escape four years after the end of the war and rejoined his family in Munich.

Times were hard in Germany. Her parents migrated to Australia in the middle 1950s. Her father found a job as a civil engineer in the Snowy Mountains Scheme, the gigantic hydroelectric construction project being built in the 1950s and 1960s. Her parents and Matilda moved to Cabramurra. Many people from all over Europe lived there. Matilda was thirteen years old then. She knew a number of German-speaking families, including a family of Volga Germans who had escaped from Stalin's Russia.

Her parents later retired to live by the seaside in Bateman's Bay on the New South Wales coast. Both were still alive.

Matilda married an Australian man of English descent who had a farm near Gundagai. When her children had grown up, she opened up Matilda's Cafe in Gundagai.

Derek was fascinated to hear her story. They spoke German the whole time. Matilda patted his arm and said that she was glad that she was able to tell him her story. Derek suggested that she write it down. It was an important part of history. Tears came to her eyes when Derek said that. No one had ever said that to her before. Nobody had said that her story was important.

Derek was acutely aware of the effect he had on people. Previously he had seen Matilda as some kind of mother goddess. She was warm, cheerful and generous, everything that his own mother was not. Now he saw Matilda as a very vulnerable human being who had taken a strong liking to the big, dark-haired, tanned, very handsome and muscular biker.

Matilda asked Derek if he would like to try the Dobostorte that she had made that day. She got up and returned shortly with a wondrous confection. The torte was made up of thin alternate layers of sponge cake and rich chocolate butter cream. The whole was glazed with toffee. She presented Derek with a huge helping with a large whorl of whipped cream alongside. It was for a big man, she said with a giggle. She also brought him out a Vienna coffee in a large long- stemmed glass. A thick white whorl of whipped cream floated on top of the milk coffee.

She sat down with Derek again. She watched as Derek started eating the Dobostorte. It was delicious. Derek made very appreciative noises. That pleased Matilda.

Matilda asked Derek what he was doing. She knew from before that Derek was hoping to make a career as a sculptor. She had the impression that he was having little success. He was such a sensitive soul. It had been many months since she had last seen him. Derek told her that he had been staying on a friend's sheep and cattle station in the Flinders Ranges of South Australia.

Some more people had come in for a late lunch. Her daughter Elizabeth was getting just a little bit frazzled keeping up, so Matilda got up again, took orders and served the dishes. The staff in the kitchen were coping well.

Derek leisurely enjoyed the Dobostorte and the Vienna coffee. Scott was still asleep.

A red Mazda sports car pulled up outside. A man got out and entered the cafe. Derek recognised him as Rod Boylin, both telepathically and from his view of Scott's affair through Scott's mind. He glanced up briefly at Rod then continued eating his delicious torte. It would be a bad idea to pay him much attention. He did not need to look at him. Some of the other diners were looking at Rod with interest. Derek just read their minds and saw what they saw. The other diners had no idea that Derek was looking through their eyes.

Rod had short blond hair, blue eyes and a tanned and nicely muscular body. He was wearing a peacock blue polo shirt with very short sleeves that showed off his tanned muscular arms. He wore as well as a loose pair of dark khaki cargo shorts with many pockets and a pair of joggers. The shorts came down to below his knees. He stood at 180 centimetres (5'11") and weighed 95 kilograms (210 pounds). Derek saw that through the others' minds. Rod did not have the spectacular muscular definition that Derek possessed but he was pleasing to look at. He was a good-looking well-muscled blond man who looked to be aged in his early thirties. His blue polo shirt was a real look-at- me. People looked at him.

Derek also knew him from the gay porn DVDs he used to own. Rod had been a hot star. Derek had got rid of the DVDs in a fit of depression after Mark had gone.

Elizabeth bustled up to Rod with a smile and showed him to a table across the room from Derek. She left him while he looked at the menu.

Rod looked hungrily across the room at Derek. He was fascinated by bikers, especially muscular bikers. This man was a spectacularly muscular and good-looking specimen with a shaggy mop of dark brown hair and long dark sideburns. He looked awesome in his black bike leathers and boots. Rod guessed his weight at well over 275 pounds, probably 300 pounds. Rod found it difficult to concentrate on the menu. He kept looking over at the biker eating his way through a large helping of a rich and creamy chocolate confection. The biker did not appear to be taking any notice of Rod at all. He appeared to be much more interested in his dessert. Rod thought he was terribly sexy.

The biker seemed nearly as big as the magnificent and hugely muscled specimen called Ramzilla whom Rod had fucked the previous day. Ramzilla was well over 450 pounds of solid hard muscle, probably nearly 500. That was a glorious fuck, one of his best ever. Rod had fantastic orgasms when he fucked the huge muscleman and it was well over a year since his last orgasm. It broke the drought with a vengeance. He considered the chances of getting into the biker's pants. His cock stiffened at the thought.

The biker had magnificent thick thighs clad in tight black leather with heavy biker boots. He was wearing a sleeveless black leather jacket that displayed his thick powerful arms and the outstanding muscular development of his deep chest. His shoulders were huge. His deltoids were like soccer balls. His traps looked as though they had been built up through years of lifting heavy weights. They formed a thick convex curve from his shoulders up to his neck nearly to his ears. The biker's huge veined and chiselled biceps bulged sexily as he spooned the chocolate confection into his mouth.

Rod's heart pounded with excitement. He seemed to be on a roll during his last days in Australia.

Matilda came up and asked Rod if he was ready to order. Rod was taken by surprise. He blushed and stammered that he was not ready. Matilda smiled and said he could take his time.

She went and sat at Derek's table. She asked Derek about South Australia. They continued speaking in German.

Rod watched. The old lady was being very friendly towards the big biker. They spoke in a language that Rod did not understand. Rod felt a pang of jealousy towards the old lady who was clearly the proprietress. She obviously knew the biker well.

Derek told Matilda a very much sanitised account of his time in South Australia.

When he finished, Matilda said she had been to South Australia. She had distant relatives who had migrated from Germany in the 1840s and had settled in the Barossa Valley north of Adelaide. When she was young, her father had taken the family to visit his relations. Some families had the same surname as her father. Matilda was bored by her fourth cousins once removed. They were about her own age. Some of the younger cousins called her a kraut. That was silly. How can she be a herb? Her cousins were very rustic. They all spoke more English than German.

Despite her feelings, Matilda and her parents had returned to visit a number of times. Her parents found happiness in a settled island of German culture. It was a relief after the multi-cultural hotchpotch of Cabramurra where Germans lived cheek-by-jowl with Czechs, Poles, Hungarians, Lithuanians, Latvians, Estonians, Serbs, Croats, Slovenes, Slovaks and others from all over Europe. Even Matilda warmed to her Australian cousins after a while.

Several families owned wineries. One grew very big and became world famous. It was making millions of dollars. Other families grew grapes or ran farms. In later years Matilda had gone back a few times with her husband and children to enjoy the relations' hospitality and good wine and food.

Elizabeth took Rod's order with a smile. Rod sat looking at the biker talking to the proprietress. He lusted after him. He tried to think of a way to approach him.

Matilda got up at a signal from her daughter. While they were getting the meals ready to bring out to the customers, Elizabeth chided her mother for being too friendly with Derek. Matilda was a respectable married woman with a family and people might think that the big handsome biker with the huge muscles was her lover. Matilda snorted with ridicule at the idea. If people thought that, they were stupid, she said.

Rod seized his opportunity. He walked across the room and sat down at Derek's table.

"Hi," said Rod. " My name's Rod. How're things." His American accent was very noticeable.

Derek looked at Rod coolly. He was aware of the red light from God against any approach to Rod. The road to Rod was barred. Scott was his top priority. Now was not a good time for any sort of fling with Rod.

"OK," replied Derek noncommittally.

"You from these parts?" asked Rod pressing on.

"Yeah," replied Derek, ladling a spoonful of Dobostorte and cream into his mouth.

Rod was feeling somewhat intimidated by Derek's massive presence. Up close he saw that Derek was beautiful. Derek's thick, powerfully muscled neck tapered upwards to support an extraordinarily handsome head. Rod feared being lost for words. However, Rod was not an actor for nothing. He changed tack a little.

"You heard of a guy called Ramzilla?" he asked.

"Ramzilla." Derek continued chewing. "The name rings a bell somewhere. I can't say who though."

"Ramzilla is the name used for people with the birth sign of Aries by the lady who writes the astrology column in 'The Weekend Australian'," said a woman helpfully. She was sitting with the group at the next table.

She, her friend and their husbands were watching with great interest the interaction between Rod and Derek. The two women had decided that Rod was gay. The group was wondering how the big bikie with the huge muscles was going to react to an approach from the American Queen. One of the men had said that poofy American Queen should get beaten to a pulp and the bikie looked like the man to do it. The other man had said the bikie looked like a decent sort of chap despite his black leather clothing and maybe he would not beat up the American.

"Thanks," said Rod to the woman off-handedly. He turned to Derek.

"I met this guy called Ramzilla yesterday and I really want to see him again," said Rod. "We had a real great time together. He was a real fantastic guy. He said he lives around near here."

"Sorry. Can't help you," said Derek. He was not going to let on a thing.

"He was this real big guy with tremendous great big muscles, even bigger than you. He had black curly hair and really nice blue eyes. He was driving a dark blue Mitsubishi Montero or something like that. I'm not sure. Do you know him?"

"Sounds like it's a Pajero you're talking about," said the man at the next table.

"Yeah! That's right," said Rod. "It was a Mitsubishi Pajero he was driving."

He gave the four-wheel-drive's registration number. Derek recognised it as his own. He did not react visibly. Rod had come close to saying that he had sex with Scott and wanted to do it again.

"Dunno," replied Derek. "Can't say I know it. Or him."

Derek lifted the long-stemmed glass of Vienna coffee to his lips and took a slow swig from it. His huge veined and chiselled biceps bulged powerfully. He licked the white moustache of cream from his upper lip. To Rod, seeing Derek's pink tongue move along his lip was terribly, terribly sexy. Rod felt dizzy with desire. He trembled all over. He lost track of what he was saying.

"I hope you don't mind me asking but are you German?" asked the man at the next table looking at Derek.

"No, I'm not," replied Derek.

"You and Matilda were speaking German to one another like you were both native Germans. I must say that you look as though you might be German."

"I'm not. My ancestry is pure British."

"Please don't take offence," said the man placatingly. He felt that the big biker would be dangerous to anger.

He hurried on. "Certainly none is meant. I just thought you might have been. My German is awfully rusty. I haven't done any since I left school thirty years ago. I really didn't understand much of what you said because you two were talking far too quickly for me to keep up. But I got the impression though that Matilda was born in Germany, came out here when she was very young and grew up here in Australia."

"That was a real surprise to us," said the woman. "We've been driving here for lunch from Canberra for years. Here we were thinking that Matilda was a dinky-di true blue Aussie. And she's not."

"Well, that explains the lovely cakes and pastries she makes," said the other woman. "Well, that is interesting."

"Matilda grew up here," said Derek. "She's married to an Anglo- Australian who has a farm near here and she has four children all born here. There's no doubt that she is an Australian."

"Of course there isn't," agreed the first woman. "Just that it's interesting to find these things out."

"One would never have guessed that she was not born here in Australia," said the second woman. "She doesn't have a trace of an accent. And she looks so Australian. Isn't it funny."

Derek spooned another mouthful of the torte into his mouth. The conversation stopped.

Rod gazed at Derek lost in admiration. He stroked Derek's thickly muscled forearm lightly with his fingers.

Derek did not move.

Very quietly he said to Rod, "I'd prefer it if you did not touch me like that."

He reinforced the message by beaming a mind glyph into Rod's mind. Rod looked at him. Derek's brown eyes looked as if they were about to shoot bolts of lightning at him. Rod felt a pang of fear. He withdrew his hand immediately as if he had received an electric shock. He looked up and saw Matilda standing behind Derek's chair. She had seen and heard everything.

Derek looked up at her and smiled. Looking at Derek, Matilda was reminded strongly of Malcolm, the dear sweet affectionate Angus stud bull that she and her husband kept on their farm. Malcolm loved being scratched behind the ears. Derek was just like the bull. He was a splendid specimen of manhood rippling with muscle, just like a prize stud bull. Matilda restrained herself with difficulty from stroking Derek's mop of shiny soft brown hair.

"Sir," Matilda said to Rod with pointed sweetness. "Your meal is served. It's on your table."

She asked Derek in German if Rod was a friend of his.

Derek replied that Rod was not a friend but he was an admirer. He deliberately used the German word that had overtones of an erotic attraction.

She had a small but victorious smile on her face. She understood.

Rod did not dare ask for a translation. He got up and returned crestfallen to his table where his warm chicken salad was waiting for him. He looked at it morosely.

Matilda sat down with Derek again. They compared notes on their experiences in South Australia. At this time Scott was masturbating under the gum tree outside the garage on Valley Road. Derek was temporarily distracted by Scott's orgasmic blast. He fixed Scott's penis into an erection that was permanent until he released the spell. It would stay nice and huge and hard for the duration. Scott already had many implants in his prostate and balls. He was highly sensitive and very horny. Scott was hot. He was waiting for Derek. He wanted to be fucked. He ached for Derek. He wanted Derek to fuck him. He was desperate.

Matilda noticed that Derek's attention wandered momentarily. She asked him if she was boring him. Derek replied with a smile that of course she was not boring him but he had just remembered something he had to do when he got home.

The conversation continued until after Derek had finished the delicious Dobostorte and Vienna coffee. By this time Scott was sitting naked on the chair under the gumtree waiting for Derek. He was playing with his enormous stiff cock that was dribbling precum. It was a good time for Derek to get on the road.

Derek got up from the table. He took his leave of Matilda and Elizabeth. He kissed Matilda goodbye like an old friend. In a sense she was.

Rod looked hungrily at the biker as Derek walked out of the cafe. Rod drank in the sight of the big man with the huge rippling muscles clad in black leather.

He was awestruck by the biker's abdominal muscles visible through the front of the open jacket. They looked like a rock wall. Rod had never seen an eight-pack like it before. It was like a wall of cobblestones.

The thick solid bulging boulders of pectoral muscles were partially visible above them. They were truly impressive.

He admired the biker's mighty bulging thighs straining through the black leather pants. They rippled and bulged as he walked. Rod's heart pounded as he appreciated the big genital bulge in the front of the biker's pants. The man was hung like a horse. The biker's hard rounded hemispheres of muscular buttocks formed a perfect bubble butt.

The diners stared at Derek as he left the cafe. Derek was quite aware of the sensation he was causing. He showed no sign of it.

Rod felt chagrined that the biker ignored him completely. His heart pounded. He was quite distracted.

The biker left the building like a celebrity.

Derek mounted his motorcycle and rode it out of Gundagai on the road to Ringtail Springs.

He was amused by Scott's alarm earlier when he heard the motorcycles belonging to members of the BMW Motorcycle Riders' Association of Australia rumbling past the garage. They had recently had luncheon at the Drovers Arms Hotel, which was the poshest of the four hotels in Ringtail Springs. Scott almost fell off the stairs in his hurry to get outside. Then his sarong started falling off. A woman sitting in one of the cars briefly saw him struggling to keep it on. She thought Scott was grotesquely obese. She was disgusted.

Derek smiled. His motorbike ate up the miles. Home was not far away.

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