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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 10.
------------------------------------ Part 45: Many Coloured Fish ------------------------------------
Derek laughed gaily. Their minds remained linked together as they hovered entwined together in the air several thousand meters above the town of Ringtail Springs. Thoughts passed rapidly between the two supermen. Scott revelled in his newly acquired telepathic sense. His main interest currently was Derek.
Scott formed an image in his mind of a fantasy he frequently had of swimming underwater with his erect penis sticking out and ejaculating his semen into the water.
Derek: << I know a good place for that. >>
He had in his mind an image of a tropical island lagoon with warm crystal clear blue water.
Scott wanted to see the South Pole too.
They flew up high above the Earth until they could see the whole planet beneath them. Directly below them lay the landmass of Australia burnt brown and yellow by the summer sun. The central deserts had a distinct reddish orange hue. The northern parts of the continent were mostly covered with the thick, bright white, swirling cloud masses of the summer monsoon. The bits of land they could see were a bright rain-fed green.
A cyclone was visible in the Indian Ocean off the northwest coast of Australia. The large white spiral mass of cloud was an impressive sight. A long band of white cloud stretched from it across the centre of the Australian continent. To the two supermen the cyclone appeared motionless. There was no sign of the hurricane force winds whipping up the surface of the ocean.
Clouds covered most of the Indonesian Archipelago and New Guinea. The two men had occasional glimpses of the emerald green isles.
Masses of clouds swirled in great spirals across the Indian and Southern Oceans south of the Australian continent. The tropical waters of the Indian Ocean were a brilliant royal blue beneath the clouds while the Southern Ocean was a darker blue.
The easternmost bits of Australia were in darkness. The sun was setting in Sydney way below them. Off the East Coast was darkness. Night had fallen over the Pacific Ocean.
Antarctica was a bright white landmass well south of Australia. It was surrounded by the swirling vortices of clouds processing across the Southern Ocean in the grip of the ever-blowing westerly winds. Scott could see the region of South Pole. It was lit by bright sunlight. It was the day before Christmas Eve and two days after the Summer Solstice. The South Pole was in the middle of a six month long day.
From where the two supermen were hanging in space, Ringtail Springs was invisible. Sydney was a tiny grey splodge on the east coast of Australia at the edge of the evening terminator that was starting to advance across the Australian continent. Scott and Derek focused their telescopic vision in on the city and saw the street lights of Sydney twinkling in the twilight.
Derek knew where Ringtail Springs was so he pointed it out to Scott. Scott zoomed in with his telescopic vision and saw that the sun was setting in Ringtail Springs. He saw his house and the other buildings arranged like models along the streets of the town that he knew so well. Scott felt a wave of emotion when he saw his house looking so small amongst the other houses of the town.
The sight of the planet spread out before them was awe-inspiring. Scott was entranced by the beauty of his home planet. This was his home hanging in space before him in all its glory. He felt that it was a great privilege to witness this sight.
Derek: << One of the perks of being a superman. >>
Scott laughed in the emptiness of space. His breath had gone but it did not matter. He was a superman now and he loved it.
Derek: << You know, Scott, you're the living image of Superman himself. If they ever make another Superman movie, you'd be a shoo-in to get the role of Superman himself. You're absolutely perfect for the part - great big muscles, fantastic body, gorgeous manly good looks, black curly hair and those brilliant blue eyes of yours. You'd be perfect. >>
Scott grinned. He appreciated Derek's compliment.
They hung in space while they watched the evening terminator inch slowly across Australia and the clouds move ever so slowly across the Earth from west to east.
Scott: << It's a bit like watching grass grow. >>
Derek: << You've got all the time in the world now. You're immortal, like me. >>
Scott: << We can do this any time. Let's go. >>
He zoomed off down towards the brightly sunlit white landmass of Antarctica. He did not know precisely where it was so he followed Derek down.
They slowed then hovered high above the US Amundsen-Scott South Pole Station. Derek reached out with his telepathic sense. He detected many people in the vicinity but there was no one outside near the two South Poles. It was early morning US time.
They alighted at the ceremonial South Pole surrounded by the colourful flags of the nations that had signed the Antarctic Treaty. Scott walked to the polished chrome sphere that sat atop the red and white striped barber's pole and examined it cursorily. A biting cold wind blew snow around their naked bodies. The sun was hidden by clouds. Scott had switched on his invulnerability but he still felt cold and uncomfortable. He was irritable.
Scott: << OK, where's the real South Pole? >>
Derek indicated the string of markers that looked like giant thumbtacks stretching away across the icefield for several hundred metres. They flew to the end marker that marked the position of the real South Pole.
Derek: << Well, here it is, the real South Pole. >>
Scott looked at the brass plaque on top of a stake driven into the ice. He expected something more. He felt disappointed. It was rather an anticlimax. The cold wind whipped the snow around them.
Scott wanted to leave. Derek flew up into the air and Scott followed him.
Derek: << Want to see the South Magnetic Pole? >>
He transmitted to Scott the mental image of a stretch of stormy wind- driven ocean. The South Magnetic Pole was 160 kilometres (100 miles) out to sea north of the French base at Dumont D'Urville on an island just off the Antarctic coast.
Scott: << Nothing to see but sea. >>
Derek: << We can fly over it. Follow me. >>
Scott followed Derek as he shot high up into the ionosphere and streaked across the Antarctic continent at hypersonic speed. They slowed down as they crossed the coast near Dumont D'Urville and descended rapidly. Scott saw that Derek was using his magnetic sense to follow the magnetic field lines of Planet Earth to home in on the South Magnetic Pole.
Derek stopped and hovered over a spot in the Southern Ocean. The wind was blowing a gale and towering seas marched in an endless procession from west to east around Antarctica. The wind blew gouts of foam from the wave tops that scudded away into the distance. The sun shone fitfully through occasional breaks in the cloud cover.
Scott hovered next to Derek above the roiling stormy sea. Cold spray and foam blew over them in the howling wind. Occasional bursts of rain gusted upon them.
Scott: << I can think of better places to be. Like what about that tropical island you promised me? >>
Derek laughed. << You've got a one-track mind. This is the South Magnetic Pole. >>
Scott saw that Derek sensed the magnetic field lines plunging deep into the Earth. The magnetic field was powered by a giant dynamo created by currents of molten rock and iron deep inside the planet. The magnetic field lines formed a confusing tangle that Scott was loath to unravel. He was losing interest rapidly. He was too new a superman to be interested in such esoterica.
Scott: << Let's go. >>
He streaked off after Derek who immediately shot up high into the ionosphere. They flew at hypersonic speed northwest across the Indian Ocean to a small island atoll north of Madagascar. They passed over Cape Bobaomby, the northern extremity of Madagascar, and descended rapidly towards the blue Indian Ocean.
He sensed that Derek knew precisely where the coral atoll was that they were heading for in the Indian Ocean. Derek was falling rapidly towards the blue ocean.
Ahead of them was a green coral island that formed an almost complete ring around a bright blue central lagoon that was connected by a narrow, deep channel to the dark blue waters of the Indian Ocean. The blue lagoon appeared to vary in depth from pale shallow waters to the deeper blue water. It was about four kilometres long by about three and a half wide (2.5 by 2.3 miles). There was a fringing reef about half a kilometre (500 yards) offshore on the eastern side. On the western side there was no fringing reef; the extensive beach faced directly onto the ocean unprotected.
On the eastern side of the approximately circular island, the land surface was covered in low scrub and mangroves. It varied in width from about 0.5 to 1.5 kilometres (500 yards to one mile) around the central lagoon. The western side, which was about 1.5 to 2.5 kilometres (1 to 1.5 miles) wide at that point, was covered in a thick growth of tropical vegetation, banana trees, breadfruit trees, various sorts of palm trees especially coconut palms and date palms, as well as lots of other trees.
They slowly flew low over the thickly vegetated western half of the island. Under the trees they could see a lush green carpet of grass. From the air Derek and Scott could see some tumbledown abandoned buildings amongst the trees. No people could be seen or sensed telepathically. The island was deserted. Derek informed Scott that it had once been a copra and tropical fruit plantation. It had been a project to employ the unemployed of Seychelles but it had been abandoned more than twenty years ago.
Derek: << Welcome to Holey Dollar Island, part of the Republic of Seychelles. >>
Scott was intrigued. Derek passed on the information, scant as it was, that he had gleaned from his friends. When the French ruled the island in the eighteenth century, it was known as Alburadan, which might have been related to its original Arabic name. The British took over in the aftermath of the Napoleonic Wars in 1818. The British man-o-war HMS 'Enterprise' that claimed the uninhabited island from the French in the name of His Britannic Majesty King George III, had some young Australians amongst her crew. The ship's captain disliked the island's 'Froggy' name and decided to change it. The Australian crewmembers suggested 'Holey Dollar Island' after the punched out Spanish silver dollar circulating at that time in the British colony of New South Wales. The captain liked the descriptive name, entered it on his charts and that was that. The island stayed under British rule until the Seychelles achieved independence in 1976.
Derek and Scott sauntered through the air then skimmed out across the clear glassy blue waters of the central lagoon. They flew only centimetres above the calm water marked only by small wavelets.
Around about the centre of the lagoon the water became quite deep, between five and ten metres (16 to 33 feet) deep. Towards the shore the water became very shallow, only ankle deep. Deeper tidal channels cut through the shallow sand flats. Near the narrow channel connecting to the ocean, the water became even deeper, about 20 metres (65 feet) deep. The tide was rising so water flowed in from the ocean through the channel in a strong current. The two men could see small fish and pieces of seaweed being swept into the lagoon.
Small coral reefs and rocky protuberances were dotted all over the lagoon in both deep and shallow water. Through and around them swam many shoals of fish.
Even over the deep parts, the water was perfectly clear. The two supermen could easily see the bottom of the lagoon and the schools of fish swimming around.
Derek dived smoothly into the water and stood on the bottom about six or seven meters (20 to 23 feet) below the surface. As a superman he did not need to breathe underwater. Such was his muscle density that he tended to sink rather than float.
Scott hesitated just above the surface. Derek telepathically showed him how to stop the water getting into the depths of his lungs. Under Derek's tutelage, Scott set up a force field that behaved like a highly flexible but impenetrable membrane. It allowed free movement of his lungs but prevented the entry of the seawater into the alveoli that would cause the sensation of suffocation. Scott was a superman. He could not suffocate. However, the sensation was unpleasant.
Derek also showed Scott how to modify his eyes so that he could see clearly underwater without goggles. Scott did so.
Scott dived in and joined Derek on the sandy bottom of the lagoon. His muscles were so big, hard and dense that he too could stand on the lagoon floor underwater without floating away.
The water had almost perfect clarity with a very slight blue tinge. The surface was like a wobbly mirror made of jelly. They could see their distorted reflections above them. It was like standing in a swimming pool.
Shoals of brightly coloured reef fish came out from the reefs and rocky outcrops and swam around them. Scott was enchanted by all the different colours of the many and varied species of fish of many differing sizes swimming about them. Now that he had adjusted his eyes, he could see them with perfect clarity. Some of the fish were small, about 10 to 15 centimetres (4 to 6 inches) long. Others varied in size up to 1.5 meters (5 feet) long. Some were brightly silvered. The rest were innumerable shades of all sorts of colours, red, white, yellow, purple, blue, green, orange, mauve and violet. Some were of one colour; others had stripes or blotches of two, three or four different colours.
Scott reached out to the fish with his mind. In their small piscine brains was an air of expectancy.
Scott: << They're waiting for something. >>
Derek with a lustful leer: << Yes. Your spunk, hunk. >>
<< You mean they're waiting to eat my semen? >>
<< Yep. They're waiting for me to stick my dick up your arse and fuck you hard until you shoot forth a great big gush of spunk from that mighty cock of yours. Then you'll see a real feeding frenzy. Not that you'll be caring much by then. >>
Derek laughed underwater. A bubble of air escaped from his mouth. His penis stiffened expectantly into a big thick hard rod of flesh 40 centimetres (16 inches) long. Some fish swam around the large penis hopefully. A few nibbled at it. Derek enjoyed the tickling sensation as the fish consumed the precum as it flowed out of his piss slit. He was hard and rearing to go.
Scott looked at him. Lust roared in his ears. He wanted Derek up his arse desperately.
Derek swam over to him and ran his hands over the eight thick bulging cobblestones of hard muscle that formed Scott's spectacularly muscular abdomen. The many coloured fish followed Derek. They were attracted to his enormous erect penis dribbling precum into the seawater.
Derek: <+ Hot man! Lust for a very attractive hunk. +>
He had already switched on a small repulsive force field on his skin making his body feel deliciously slick, slippery and well lubricated.
Scott did the same. Derek ran his hand up and down the shaft of Scott's semi-erect penis. The stimulating slippery sensation caused it to stiffen rapidly into a thick rock-hard rod of meat 40 centimetres (16 inches) long. It was the same size as Derek's ramrod stiff penis. Under Derek's attentive ministration, it too was soon dribbling precum into the water. Some of the fish nibbled at the piss slit and along the shaft of the penis. Scott found himself enjoying the tickling sensation of the fish mouthing his penis.
Derek put his arms around Scott's thick bull neck and kissed him passionately on the lips. He revelled in ravishing Scott's sensuous mouth and lips.
Their powerfully muscled bodies writhed together with rising ardour. Derek enjoyed the sensation of the hard bulges of Scott's mighty muscles sliding and rubbing over his own magnificently muscular body. Their skins were so deliciously lubricated. It felt even better underwater.
The curious fish formed a swirling shoal about them. Some of the more impatient fish nibbled and sucked at Derek and Scott's invulnerable bodies. The tickling all over enhanced the stimulation.
Derek released the lip-lock with Scott. He ran his hand up and down the slippery smooth rock-hard shaft of Scott's penis. He swam around behind Scott and inserted his magnificent cock between Scott's heroic thighs. He rubbed his cock back and forth along Scott's perineum between his balls. At the same time he cupped Scott's great big thick pectoral muscles in his outspread hands and massaged the masses of muscle.
The smaller fish dived in to gobble up the precum leaking from the ends of both their penises. Some of the fish nibbled and sucked at the two men's balls. Others ran their mouths up and down the shafts of the men's penises.
Scott arched his back in sheer unalloyed pleasure. The sensations were causing him to come close to blowing his wad. At Derek's suggestion, he locked down his approaching orgasm.
Derek withdrew his penis from between Scott's thighs. It was followed by a swarm of small silver impatient fish nibbling at the end. Derek poked a finger into Scott's arsehole. It entered easily. He inserted another finger and gently spread it open. Scott gasped involuntarily at the sudden shock of the cool seawater entering his hot rectum. Derek inserted a third finger and spread it open still further. Scott panted with excitement. It was a new and weird sensation to feel the seawater flushing in and out of his anus with each breath. Fish clustered around Scott's anus hoping for some morsel of food to be flushed out.
Derek stroked Scott's big prostate gland, his love nut, stoking Scott's ardour even more. God had bestowed on Scott a larger than normal prostate gland. It was now about the size of an orange and it worked perfectly well, even better than before. Scott felt exquis- itely tortured by the sensations flooding up from his groin, from the fish nibbling and sucking all over his torso, especially his erect penis and the fact that he had locked his orgasm down. The tension was becoming unbearable.
Derek withdrew his fingers. At Derek's suggestion, Scott contracted his abdominal muscles and expelled out through his anus the seawater that had flooded into his colon. Small colourful fish darted off downwards and gobbled down the bits of proteinaceous matter that had been expelled.
Derek placed his hands firmly on Scott's waist and put his cock head up against Scott's arsehole. To Scott it felt as big as a peach. He wanted it inside him badly. He raised his legs. His anal pucker opened up and sucked eagerly at Derek's cock head.
Derek: << Ready to go, mate? >>
Scott: << Oh yeah, am I ever! Don't buggerise around. Just fuck me. Fuck me hard and fuck me deep. >>
Derek: << OK, then, here goes. >>
Derek gently thrust his big beautifully lubricated cock up into Scott's willing arsehole. Scott's anal sphincters formed a tight ring around Derek's penis that slid down the length of his penis. Scott's insides were pure pleasure. The strong muscles inside Scott's pelvis were hard and tight around his penile shaft. Scott gave a deep groan of pure bliss as he felt Derek's enormous penis sliding deep inside him. He was in raptures as it pushed up against then past his prostate gland. The penis continued on and penetrated him to his deepest core. It was so big and thick that it filled him with complete joy. He almost couldn't breathe. He couldn't anyway because he was underwater. The sensation of having Derek's mighty penis all the way inside him was so intense that it was almost painful. It was almost like having a fence post shoved up his arsehole but it was incredibly voluptuous, wanton, lust provoking and downright yummy.
Derek got Scott to straighten up his legs again. Scott's muscular arse clamped tightly around his penis. It felt wonderful.
Having buried his penis to the hilt inside Scott's magnificently muscled torso, Derek withdrew a little and thrust in again as far as he could go. He wrapped his arms around Scott's waist and delighted in feeling the big hard cobblestones of Scott's abdominal muscles. He could feel Scott's mighty heart beating wildly against his cock head thrust up next to it. He kept his penis thrust deep inside for a minute or too while he savoured the feeling of Scott's huge, powerfully muscular and intensely alive body pulsating vigorously all around his penis and against his own body.
Scott's mind was linked to his. He knew the pleasure he was giving Derek and he revelled in it. He arched his back against Derek and delighted in feeling Derek's strong hands holding his fantastically muscular belly.
A stream of precum flowed out of Scott's enormous rock-hard penis. Small fish gathered excitedly around the piss slit and guzzled down the milky drops as they issued forth from the orifice. Scott was at a high pitch of sexual excitement. He was a superman more powerful than his wildest dreams and he was being fucked by Derek, the superhuman muscleman of his dreams. And Derek thought he looked just like Superman. And he was being fucked underwater with multitudinous swarms of fish nibbling greedily at his huge penis. It was better than any dream. It was indeed a celebratory occasion.
In his exuberance, he increased the size of his penis even more. As he pumped energy into it and transformed it, he was delighted to see his already enormous penis thicken and elongate into a monstrous appendage. He let it grow until it was even bigger than it was before he had become a superman. That was when he was the 666-pound muscle monster.
The fish were baffled by the growing penis. Others rushed in and nibbled at the orifice excreting prostatic fluid. Soon fish were nibbling and sucking at the entire length of the gigantic penis.
He felt Derek behind him laugh with amazement. Derek's mighty cock was still thrust up deep inside him.
Derek estimated the length at 75 centimetres (30 inches) and the diameter as 12 centimetres (4.75 inches).
Derek: << How the hell did Cave Bear fit that huge bloody great prong of yours up his arse? It's as big as a baseball bat and it's heaps thicker. >>
Scott confessed with a laugh that it was even bigger than it was when he fucked Cave Bear.
Derek's eyes were round with amazement. He stroked it with his hands, brushing away the eager fish. He was very much aroused by the feel of Scott's gigantic penis in his hands. So was Scott.
Derek: << Shit a brick! It's even bigger than Big Dick's cock. If ever you want to stick that bloody great monster up my arse, I'm going to have to rearrange my insides considerably. I reckon I'll have to lengthen my torso too so it's as big as Cave Bear's, otherwise it'd be coming out of my mouth. >>
Scott went into fits of laughter. As he shook with laughter, Derek's huge steel-hard cock stimulated his insides greatly. The pressure to release the locked down orgasm increased. His balls felt full to bursting. His groin ached with congestion.
Derek nibbled Scott's neck, increasing Scott's sexual excitement even more.
Derek: << Scott, you're so hot, you gorgeous great big huge long- dicked muscleman. I'm going crazy because I'm fucking Superman himself. You're Superman and I'm fucking you. >>
Scott: << You're going crazy? I'm fucking nuts. This is fucking fantastic! >>
He paused as a thought forced its way through his sex-disordered mind.
<< Who's Big Dick? >>
Derek flashed an image of his friend the giant part-aboriginal superman. He stood 215 centimetres tall (7'1") and weighed 225 kilograms (495 pounds) of solid hard muscle. He lived up to his name with a penis two feet (60 cm) long. Derek loved and admired him. He had been a superman much longer than Derek had been, seventeen years in fact. Scott was momentarily awed. Big Dick was even bigger than Cave Bear and a lot better looking. Derek informed Scott that he would meet him sometime in the New Year.
Scott started mulling over the thought of all Derek's friends and lovers. He was distracted when Derek started thrusting into him again. All other thoughts were washed away by the sensations of Derek's huge penis pushing into him through his arsehole.
The speed and intensity of the strokes increased. Derek started withdrawing his cock until just the cock head was held inside Scott's arse by his tight anal sphincters. Then he thrust his cock rapidly its full length up deep into Scott's torso so that it reached his pounding heart. The sensation was so stimulating and intense for Scott that it was almost painful. It was a truly incredible feeling to have Derek's big thick cock ramming up through his arsehole, pounding up past his prostate and thrusting up his rectum until it reached the end of its stroke up against the diaphragm next to his heart. His anal sphincters were stretched tightly around the massive shaft of Derek's thrusting penis. His whole body thrummed with sexual tension.
Derek found it sheer delight to thrust his mighty cock into Scott's massively muscular body. It was like how he imagined fucking Superman. In fact it was even better than he imagined it. Scott's mighty body literally bulged with great big hard muscles all over. Scott's shoulders and back were very broad and thick with muscle. His arms were huge. His belly was a heaving rock wall of muscle.
The perfect bubble butt of Scott's big rock-hard hemispheres of butt muscle clamped around Derek's thick thrusting penis and jutted back against Derek's groin, increasing his pleasure still further.
Scott's anal sphincters formed a tight ring around the shaft of his penis as he joyfully thrust it in. Scott's pelvis was packed with strong hard muscles that pressed against the shaft of his penis.
Scott's enlarged prostate formed an exquisitely sensitive lump that pressed against the underside of Derek's penis as it thrust up inside him. Derek found it a real pleasure to feel it rubbing against his penis as it pushed past. Scott loved it too as he felt Derek's penis pushing into it and past it. The enlarged and sensitive prostate enhanced greatly his pleasure at being fucked by Derek.
Deeper inside Scott's truly magnificent torso, Derek's penis found the exquisitely soft and sensual pleasures of Scott's internal organs. To Derek it felt like he was sticking his penis into warm liquid-centred chocolate.
Further up inside that magnificent torso his cock head would come to a stop up against Scott's heaving diaphragm and wildly beating heart. All Scott's insides were pulsating against his penis. Scott felt so wonderfully and intensely alive and muscular that Derek was on the sunlit peaks of joy fucking him. And he knew that Scott was in raptures being fucked by him.
Scott wanted to ask Derek telepathically if it was OK to release the block on his orgasm. However, such was the stormy tumult of sexual excitement in his mind that it was impossible for him to form the words.
Derek knew however.
<< You can shoot your wad anytime you like. Go, man, go! >>
So lost was Scott in his sexual tumult that he had difficulty finding his release. Derek increased the vigour of his thrusts into Scott, shaking him to the core. Scott was wild with excitement. Each thrust of Derek's penis into him gave him raptures. He was enjoying himself too much to want to shoot his wad but he was desperate for his sexual release. Derek continued full of muscular enthusiasm ramming his cock into him.
Finally Scott found the release trigger in his mind and let go. The aching tense congestion low in his groin contracted brutally, almost painfully around Derek's thrusting penis, which at that moment was the focal point of his whole being. It felt as if a volcano was erupting inside his tight muscular groin. His balls contracted and boiled. His lower pelvis felt as if it contained a seething cauldron of red- hot lava. With a mighty contraction deep in the base of his being, his semen erupted out of his balls and his groin, then gushed out along the length of his monstrous penis and erupted like a geyser from the orifice at the end of his penis into the water.
A brightly coloured red, purple and green fish about 30 centimetres (12 inches) long with yellow fins was nibbling at the end of the penis. It received the thick roiling mass of semen full in its face. It grabbed at the semen with its mouth but there was too much for it to swallow all at once. Many other gaily coloured fish darted at the big wad of semen floating in the water, grabbed at it and in less than a second they had consumed the lot. That wad of semen was quickly followed by a long volley of semen squirting out vigorously from the end of Scott's huge penis. More fish rushed in grabbing at and gobbling up the gobs of semen squirting into the water. They pushed and shoved at one another in their eagerness to eat Scott's semen. Within a few seconds, Scott and Derek were at the centre of a gaily coloured feeding frenzy.
Scott was in raptures. Derek's penis thrusting up his arsehole deep into his torso was pumping him to ever greater heights of ecstasy. His whole being thrummed and pulsated with thrusting pumping orgasmic bliss. Each squirt of semen up out of his groin along the length of his shaft out of the end of his penis and into the water was sheer joy. If he could have screamed underwater, he would have. He was in a state of total ecstatic bliss.
It was wonderful for Scott to feel Derek's powerfully muscled body thrusting his big penis deep up inside him. It was wonderful to feel the insides of his pelvis contracting strongly and pumping his spunk out into the seawater and into the roiling mass of brightly coloured fish eager to feed on his semen.
The fish bumped and wriggled against the bodies of the two men. They nibbled and bit at Scott's pulsating penis in their frantic rush to eat Scott's semen.
It was sheer joy for Derek to pump his penis up Scott's arsehole and to feel his anal sphincters forming tight bands around his cock. It was sheer joy to thrust his penis deep up into Scott's breathtakingly and magnificently muscular torso. It was sheer joy to feel the huge tumult of orgasmic bliss inside Scott's body pulsating strongly against his thrusting cock.
Derek kept on pumping his cock vigorously into Scott, stoking Scott's orgasmic passion to the utmost. Scott was enjoying it to the full. Scott felt as though a pillar of fire was being thrust into him. It was the utmost bliss and joy.
Finally Derek released the block on his orgasm. He thrust his penis as far as it could go up Scott's arse into his hugely muscular torso. With an underwater howl of ecstasy, he let go and fired thick hot juicy wads of semen into the depths of Scott's bowels, right into the centre of Scott's body. Scott felt Derek's hot pulses of joy rushing into the depths of his being. His orgasmic ecstasy increased further at feeling his lover ejaculate inside him.
Their telepathically linked orgasms entwined around one another in a great ecstatic pillar of fire. Their minds ran together in orgasmic bliss. Their bodies felt like two nuclear reactors melting down together in an orgasmic storm of molten metal.
Each was filled with joy and bliss because they were both having sex with the man of their dreams. Their hitherto unrequited lust for each other was being beautifully and wonderfully fulfilled underwater. It exceeded Scott's hottest jerk-off fantasies. And Derek was fucking a man who was a dead ringer for Superman.
Meanwhile the feeding frenzy of the multitude of multi-coloured fish continued around the two men locked together in orgasmic bliss. The fish swirled and darted around the men's bodies as they fought to snatch a mouthful of Scott's semen as it gushed bountifully forth from the end of his penis. As soon as a gob of semen squirted into the seawater, several fish grabbed at it greedily. Each fought to grab a mouthful until it had all vanished down their fishy throats. Other fish nibbled at the throbbing shaft of Scott's enormous penis, stimulating Scott's orgasmic fervour even more.
Derek clutched tightly Scott's powerful body. Every one of Derek's muscles was tense and bulging. His entire body was clenched in an orgasmic spasm with his mighty cock thrust up Scott's arsehole to the hilt as it spurted his semen up into Scott's massively muscular torso. Their minds were telepathically linked and Derek's soaring passion spurred Scott's orgasm to ever greater heights.
Scott's body was arched backwards against Derek behind him. His mouth was open in a silent underwater scream of the purest ecstatic bliss. His whole being thrummed with a joyfully gushing orgasm.
Fish nudged against Derek in their eagerness to consume Scott's semen that squirted in copious quantities into the seawater. They seemed to be nudging and nibbling at the entire skin surface of the two muscular supermen locked together in their orgasmic embrace.
It came to an end. The fountain of semen feeding the fish from Scott's penis dribbled to a halt. Disappointed fish nibbled and sucked at Scott's piss slit. Scott giggled as the fish tickled his huge ramrod stiff penis sticking out in front of him. The rest of the substantial shoal of fish hung hopefully around the two men as they stayed locked together in a joyous post-orgasmic embrace. Derek's penis was locked stiff as it remained thrust up Scott's arsehole.
Scott: << This is wonderful. >>
He gave a silent underwater moan.
Derek ran his hands over Scott's magnificent body. He delighted in feeling every bump and bulge of Scott's huge hard muscles. He was enjoying Scott's body to the full. It was sheer joy to have his erect penis buried deep inside Scott's heroic torso and to feel Scott's heart beating against his cock head.
Suddenly all the fish disappeared in a flash. They swam away helter- skelter and vanished into the crevices of the nearby reefs and rocky outcrops in the lagoon.
Scott: << What's going on? What's happening? >>
As he sent the thoughts to Derek, he saw in the distance the murky outline of something very big swimming through the water towards them. It swam closer. Scott saw that it was an enormous shark coming rapidly towards them.
Scott's heart pounded with fear as he realised that they were sharing the lagoon with this huge shark. The shark's great maw was agape. Scott saw that it was filled with many viciously sharp serrated teeth. The maw looked like the orifice of a wood-chipping machine filled with razor-sharp triangular teeth. Scott went into a cold sweat.
Derek rested his chin on Scott's shoulder and ran his hands over Scott's chest comfortingly. He felt Scott's heart pounding on the end of his cock.
Scott felt horribly exposed. He was completely naked. Derek was behind him. Scott was between Derek and the approaching shark.
Derek sent out soothing thoughts. << Scott, you are a superman, a great big super-strong super-hunky superman. Have faith in your God- given super powers. You are invulnerable. You are more powerful than Superman himself. The shark cannot hurt you. If it tries to bite you, it will break its teeth upon your rock hard invulnerable flesh. Your skin will remain unmarked. I repeat, Scott, it cannot possibly hurt you. >>
The shark drew closer. Suddenly it spread out its broad pectoral fins and came to a halt about two metres (six feet) away from them. Slowly it turned and cautiously circled them, regarding the two men suspiciously with its black eyes.
A thrill went down Scott's spine when he saw just how big the shark was, even though Derek was holding him tight. The shark was six metres (20 feet) long from nose to tail. It was a monster.
There were faint stripes on the upper half of its body. Scott saw some old faded scars behind the dorsal fin.
Derek peered into the shark's tiny little mind.
<< She knows. She knows what we are. She's tried eating supermen before and she lost all her teeth. She had to go hungry for months until her teeth grew back. She's remembered what happens. Trouble is, she's still hungry but she won't go for us. >>
Scott: <+ She? Female? +>
Derek recognised the shark from his American friend Lou's description. He saw inside the shark with his cryptoscopic sense, something like X- ray vision where he can sense things inside or behind something else. He saw the shark's internal organs. Scott's mind was linked to Derek's. He saw too. Derek showed Scott the shark's ovaries and uterus. The shark was definitely female and it was a tiger shark.
Derek informed Scott that the female tiger sharks are usually bigger than the males. This was quite an old female about forty years old. She was huge.
The shark slowed down in front of them. She regarded them distrustfully.
Derek: << Scott, meet Sue the shark. >>
Scott: << Sue?! A shark named Sue? >>
He burst out into incredulous laughter. His body shook. It felt fantastic with Derek's big penis up inside him as he laughed. It was very stimulating. He became quite aroused feeling his body shaking around Derek's cock.
Derek continued holding onto Scott. He noted that the shark's uterus (womb) was empty. He communicated that fact telepathically to his friend Lou Joad, who was living at the Mount Remarkable Community.
Lou returned the information that Sue had lost the pups she was carrying. She had tried to eat Lou and one of his lovers while they were having sex together in this very lagoon about six months ago. As a result she had lost all her teeth biting on the two invulnerable supermen fucking. That had hurt her. Not only that but she starved for months until her teeth grew back. Because of that, she had aborted her pregnancy and eaten the foetuses she had been carrying within her.
Scott: << Why is she called Sue? >>
Lou informed him that she was named after a nasty bitch of a manager of customer services in a state government department in South Australia. Lou had been working on the computer help desk, which was part of the customer services branch of the computer services division. Lou had a good knowledge of computers and had worked well on the help desk. However, he had difficulties getting on with the help desk supervisor and his boss, the manager whose name was Sue.
Sue had sacked Lou after he had been working there for about a year. People were incredulous that a public servant could have been sacked. However, Lou was not an Australian citizen but a US citizen. Therefore he was not eligible for permanent employment in the South Australian Public Service. He could only be a temporary.
Scott: << Just imagine that shark in a swimming pool! >>
It was easy to. The water was of limpid clarity, like in a well-kept swimming pool. Scott imagined the monster shark in the swimming pool at Willabalangaloo. He laughed as he thought of the panic it would cause, especially that nasty little blonde woman with the tiny titties scrambling in a desperate panic up the ladder along with everyone else. She would not be worth eating, she was so thin.
Scott shook with laughter. As he laughed, Derek's penis felt fantastic up his arse. It had not slackened once during this encounter with the shark. Derek was not the least bit afraid. Scott's penis stiffened rapidly until it was rock hard again. It jutted out into the water in front of him.
The tiger shark was very hungry. She had only eaten a little since her teeth had been knocked out six months previously. She hung around the two conjoined supermen because she wanted meat, lots of meat. The two humans were both very big and very muscular. They had lots of meat on their bones. However, she remembered the pain of losing her teeth on the other supermen's invulnerable flesh and the months of hunger that followed. She had tried to eat supermen several times before and each time she had lost her teeth and suffered a lot of pain. Each time afterwards she had starved until her new teeth had grown again. She was in a quandary and very hungry. However, she was anxious not to repeat her previous painful experience with the invulnerable supermen.
In addition, she had dined on a human being nearly a month previously and it had been a very unsatisfactory meal. He had been all skinny and bony; there was not much meat and hardly any fat on his body. Also he had a foul taste.
The man who had fallen victim to Sue's appetite was one of a crew of Australians sailing in a catamaran from Perth in Western Australia across the Indian Ocean to the Suez Canal and the Mediterranean Sea. The man, named Russell, was a thin man, 185 centimetres (6'1") tall and weighed 65 kilograms (143 pounds). The boat was becalmed in hot weather northeast of Madagascar on its way to Victoria, the capital of the Seychelles. While the boat's crew was waiting for a wind, Russell had jumped overboard into the ocean for a swim. He had been splashing around happily in the water and inviting the others to jump in with him. The water was great.
Suddenly the shark appeared underneath him. Her great maw opened up, chomped on him and engulfed him. He had died very quickly when she dragged him underwater. He did not taste good because he had eaten a Mexican meal the previous evening. It had been cooked by his girlfriend Wanda. It had not been well appreciated by the rest of the crew. Patrick, another crewmember, had said it had tasted like tequila and soursobs (oxalis); he had refused to eat more than a few mouthfuls. Russell had eaten the meal to please Wanda.
The shark had found the taste of Russell unpleasant. She had consumed little of him. She spat out the rest of his battered mortal remains, which sank to the seafloor five kilometres (3 miles) below.
Andrew, the captain of the catamaran had taken a photograph of Russell with his digital camera at the instant Russell was taken by the shark. The attack had happened so quickly that Andrew had not realised what had happened until he heard the screaming from the other crewmembers. He looked up and saw that Russell had disappeared. He did not realise that he had photographed the instant of the shark's attack until he had gone back later over the pictures in the camera. He had thought he was just photographing Russell swimming in the ocean. Russell was gone in an instant.
Andrew's friend Patrick had walked into Andrew's cabin and saw Andrew staring at the digital photograph on the screen of his laptop. Patrick asked him why he was torturing himself by staring at the photograph and reliving the horror. Andrew could not answer. The best that Andrew could say is that he had not witnessed the instant when Russell was taken. He was too busy taking the photo at that very instant.
Patrick looked at the picture on the screen. He saw the shark's head coming out of the water and her jaws clamping around Russell's thin body. Her mouth was as wide as Russell's torso was long. Her black eyes were like lumps of coal and appeared about as expressionless. Her razor-like teeth were just biting into Russell's body. Russell had a look of stunned surprise on his face. He did not know what was happening. An instant later he had been dragged underwater and was dying.
Patrick did his best to assuage his friend's grief and guilt. It was difficult. They spent a long time talking.
Wanda, Russell's girlfriend was rendered catatonic with grief. She refused to eat or speak. She had spent the rest of the voyage lying in her bunk with her face to the wall. Her eyes remained dry.
The remainder of the crew decided to turn around and head to Madagascar. Wanda and her friend Marion had flown back to Perth from Madagascar. The rest of the crew had decided to abort the trip and sail back home to Perth. Their enthusiasm for the voyage had completely drained away. It was a difficult time for all of them.
Lou had been following the shark telepathically for some six months now, ever since she had first tried to eat him and his lover in the lagoon of Holey Dollar Island. He had witnessed telepathically the tragedy in the Indian Ocean.
Scott remembered the story. It had been prominent in the Australian news media. "Shark Horror in Indian Ocean" was the headline in the 'Canberra Times' newspaper.
A little while ago the shark had swum into the lagoon on the incoming tide. The inrush of water through the narrow but deep channel had carried her in with little effort on her part. She had cruised around the lagoon and had found nothing to eat.
It was about this time of year that fledgling booby chicks would learn to fly. The plump baby boobies would land in the waters of the lagoon to rest. The shark would come up and grab them from underneath. She would dine well.
However, she was just a little early this year. The baby boobies had not yet started flying.
The shark stayed in the lagoon because she was unwilling to spend her meagre energy reserves swimming against the strong tidal current flowing in through the channel. She preferred to wait until the tide started to recede and she would swim out on the out-flowing current back to the ocean. She would waste hardly any energy at all.
She circled the men once more and came up closer to them. Her fearsomely toothy mouth was half agape. She came to a halt about a metre and a half (five feet) in front of them.
Scott's hard erect penis jutted out in front of him. Full of bravado, he thrust his penis towards the shark's mouth.
"Suck my cock, bitch," he said, blowing a few bubbles.
The tiger shark backed off. She did not like having Scott's giant erect penis shoved in her face. Scott giggled, enjoying the feel of Derek's steel hard cock up his arse.
Derek: << Try that approach on a human female, mate, and she won't be impressed. Sue the Shark isn't impressed either. Look at her. She doesn't want it. >>
Scott laughed a full-bellied laugh. His whole body shook around Derek's penis. It felt fantastic. Feeling his body moving and shaking around Derek's penis inside him was incredibly stimulating and nice. His passion rose.
Derek started thrusting his penis once again into Scott's arsehole and deep into Scott's torso. He really enjoyed fucking the splendidly muscular superman that Scott had become. He lengthened his stroke and thrust his cock its full length up Scott's anus.
Spurred on by Derek's thrusting and the presence of the huge shark regarding them balefully, Scott's sexual tension built quickly.
Derek exploded into orgasm. It was pure joy to shoot his semen deep into Scott's torso. He clutched Scott's body tightly with his penis thrust deep inside Scott.
Feeling Derek come inside him caused orgasm to hit Scott like a thunderbolt. A volley of his semen gushed out into the water and formed a white cloud around the end of his enormous penis. More semen squirted out and the cloud grew bigger. Curious, the shark came closer and sniffed at the semen. She lost interest rapidly and moved away. It was not worth her eating it.
However, the remora (sucker fish) attached to her belly was very interested. It detached itself and darted into the growing cloud of semen floating around Scott's penis. It greedily gobbled down the gobs of semen suspended in the water. It merrily darted in and out and round about the cloud feasting on the semen. It too had gone hungry.
Meanwhile, the tide had already reached its flood in the lagoon. It was now starting to recede.
The shark heard the tidal current stop, reverse its direction and commence flowing out of the lagoon to the ocean. She turned and swam away towards the channel. She was not willing to chance her teeth on supermen again.
The remora saw its ride swimming away into the distance. It stopped feeding immediately and swam off after the shark with a rapid sinuous grace. As the shark faded into the distance, the remora caught up with her and attached itself to her belly once more. It felt a lot better fed now, a lot less hungry than its host.
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