Old Valley Road Hotel

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Chapter 7 - 'A Rainy Day' Part 18.

------------------------------------ Part 78: Earl's Court ------------------------------------ BJ and Ellis chose to leave the community and they travelled to London where BJ had come from originally and where he had friends. There were tearful farewells as they departed. Theodora was very sad to see them go.

Some old school friends of BJ had a house in Earl's Court, a suburb in the west of London. They invited BJ and his partner to join them. The house they lived in with a number of other people had five floors, a liveable attic with dormer windows and a basement. It was actually one of the mansions surrounding Bramham Gardens in Earl's Court. When BJ and Ellis moved in, some of the others commented that BJ and Ellis were the two most masculine homosexuals they had ever seen. BJ and Ellis were intrigued. They were told that the other gay men the others knew were quite effeminate. Some wore women's clothing, make- up and accessories all or most of the time. Two such cross-dressers lived in the house in Earl's Court, Elizabeth and Juliana. They declared to all and sundry that they were the two queens. Juliana's boyfriend was Julian, an old schoolmate of BJ as was Elizabeth. Two other proudly gay men lived in the house, Trey and Ray.

Two of the women in the house were Mandy, a nurse at the Royal Brompton Hospital and Diana who was doing a Ph.D. in biochemistry at the University of London. Another was Denise, a qualified nutritionist and dietician working at the Royal Brompton Hospital and the girlfriend of Jerry, one of BJ's old schoolmates.

The house was owned by William or Will who had inherited money from a bachelor great-uncle. Will was one of BJ's old schoolmates and he had a beautiful tall thin willowy blond Norwegian boyfriend named Haakon. Will was doing a master's degree in archaeology.

BJ and Ellis moved into the attic. They like the area because it was airy, spacious and filled with light. The dormer windows at the front looked out over the Bramham Gardens, to which all inhabitants of the house had access. The dormer windows at the back looked out over the houses and gardens of Earl's Court. The ascent up six flights of stairs deterred many people but not two strong fit muscular young men.

The attic was once divided up into small rooms as servants' quarters. Then at some time in the 1930s it had been converted into an artist's studio by removing all the dividing walls leaving a large empty space. It had plenty of space for BJ and Ellis. There was one double bed in the attic and it looked lost in the vast space. There were two wardrobes, two chests of drawers, a dining table, a coffee table, a couple of desks, various office chairs and armchairs. Despite the furniture, the white-painted attic looked vast and empty. The only other rooms on the floor were the bathroom and a separate toilet.

The upper three floors were each divided up into six bedrooms, a bathroom and a separate toilet. The lower two floors contained living and entertaining rooms, a dining room, kitchen and ballroom. The basement had been divided up into eight cosy flats which were now considered part of the mansion.

Ellis was the only Australian in the house. As Edmund or Eddie, one of their housemates remarked, that now entitled them to be part of Kangaroo Valley, so named because of the number of Australians living in Earl's Court. All the other housemates were English, many of whom had gone to school with BJ in London.

Ellis started writing to his parents again after several years away. The first letter back from his mother was rather reproachful in tone because so much time had passed since he had left Australia. They had been expecting him to be away for only about a year but Ellis was staying much longer. Nevertheless, both she and Ellis's father were happy to receive news of Ellis's very much sanitised adventures abroad.

Every few months Ellis would write a letter back home. His mother kept him up to date in her letters with the happenings within the family, the weddings of his sisters, the births and christenings of his nieces and nephews. Every now and then his mother would ask Ellis in her letters whether or not he had an intended in view and if he was ever going to get married. She asked about that sweet young Scottish woman Theodora whose parents were Greek and who had stayed a few weeks with Ellis in Sydney. Ellis had not told anyone in his family apart from his great-aunt that he was gay before he left to go on his big trip overseas mainly because he was not sure himself in 1967.

At least his parents seemed to love him still. Since he had inherited all his great-aunt's wealth, his sisters were consumed by jealousy and had hardly spoken to Ellis virtually since the reading of the will. He was OK with his brother who did not seem to care much about the will. Life was going well for his brother, particularly in the business sphere.

Out the back of the house in Earl's Court was an overgrown, weed- covered back yard. It had enough room for a decent-sized vegetable garden. Ellis and BJ set to work with a will creating one. After a lot of work it grew enough to supply the whole household.

BJ soon found a hard-core gym nearby. Both he and Ellis went there for workouts every day.

With all the intensive exercise, the heavy work in the productive vegetable garden and their excellent nutrition supervised by Denise, Ellis slapped on a whole lot more muscle. His weight increased quite quickly to sixteen stone four pounds (103 Kg or 228 pounds) of solid lean hard chiselled muscle. Ellis was about five feet eleven inches (180 cm.) tall and the extra muscle looked impressive on his hairless body with the broad powerful shoulders, deep and well-muscled chest with thick strong pectorals, V-shaped torso with thick wide lats, slim muscular waist sporting a well-developed six-pack, narrow hips and muscular thighs. He was proud of his bulging biceps and triceps measuring nineteen inches (48 cm.) flexed and cold. He was proud of his body and he was happy to show it off. He was very strong.

He had grown a lot bigger since he left Australia. Back then in 1967 he weighed 11 stones (70 Kg, 154 lb.). When Theodora was staying with him in Bombay, she commented that he had put on weight. He went around to the nearby chemist shop the next day, jumped onto the coin- operated scales and it showed his weight was 76 kilograms or 12 stones (168 lb.) but the extra weight was all flab from him living the life of the idle rich.

When he left Kirkmadrine approximately two years later, his weight had increased to thirteen and a half stones (86 Kg, 182 lb.) of solid lean hard muscle with very little body fat. His shoulders had grown broad and had much more muscle. He possessed strong sturdy arms and legs and narrow hips. His slim lean muscular waist displayed a six-pack. His muscular definition had increased from nothing while he was in India to excellent before he left Kirkmadrine. His biceps had a nice hard bulge and his triceps were hard mounds of muscle. He was proud of his upper arms that measured sixteen inches (41 cm) flexed. He was as lithe as a ballet dancer. At Kirkmadrine the ladies said he had grown into a real hunk and what a shame it was that the two hunkiest guys in the community were gay.

Now with the extra size he was not so lithe but still very quick and light on his feet.

He let his straight hair grow longer until it was a thick shaggy mop of glossy blond hair. Denise said that it made Ellis look like a sheep dog and she loved it. She said it looked really nice and it suited him to a T. Mandy looked at him wistfully and said his hair- style reminded her of the Beatles in the good old days. It was a real shame, she said, that the band had broken up. It was only recently that the break-up occurred.

BJ meanwhile grew into a muscle monster. He built his muscle mass up so that he tipped the scales at twenty two stones (140 Kg., 308 lb.). He was solid ripped muscle like his partner Ellis but bigger. His shoulders and arms were massively developed. His lats were very wide and tapered down into a quite narrow waist and narrow hips. His legs were thick masses of solid muscle. As an indication of his muscularity, his biceps/triceps measurement was twenty three inches (58.5 cm.). His abdominal muscles were awesomely well-developed. They had become a spectacular eight-pack. He was so lean and muscular with so little body fat that every vein, muscle and sinew showed.

He was massive and Ellis could outrun him quite easily. Despite his own muscularity, Ellis was nimble and light on his feet.

It was sheer joy for Ellis when BJ wrapped his huge arms around Ellis and he was enraptured to be ravished by the muscle monster that was BJ.

Roland or Roly was another of the housemates. He was doing a Ph.D. in psychology. He took a particular interest in Ellis and BJ because he wanted to work out their motivation for doing all the heavy exercise and garden work. Neither Ellis nor BJ were very cooperative. Ellis told Roland that they wanted to get really fit and build up their muscles.

An indication of Ellis's considerable new-found strength came one day at the Prince Rupert, a nearby pub that was gay-friendly if not exactly a gay pub. Many gay and lesbian people drank there and many straight people went there as well.

The Prince Rupert was an old pub situated around the corner in Old Brompton Road. It had a long tradition of non-conformist, dissident and radical ideas and discussions dating back to before the French Revolution. During the 1960s and 1970s it was a haven for the anti- Vietnam War protests even though Great Britain was not directly involved in the Vietnam War.

All the people in the house went to the Prince Rupert that evening. BJ was busy in an animated discussion with Denise, Mandy, Diana and Roland while Jerry sat on his barstool looking bored.

Ellis sat with the two queens Elizabeth and Juliana. The group also included Julian, Trey, Ray, Will and Haakon. Elizabeth and Juliana could not completely disguise their masculine features despite their excellent makeup and dress sense. Someone observant would discern that they were both men dressed up as women. Elizabeth played the part of the aristocratic grand dame perfectly and overdone in a manner reminiscent of Lady Bracknell in Oscar Wilde's play 'The Importance of Being Ernest'.

Jerry got tired of being bored and came over to join the group including Ellis, Elizabeth, Juliana, Julian, Will and company. He carried over his barstool and sat with them enjoying the repartee.

Ellis was wearing a very brief and tight shiny black pair of leather shorts and shiny black leather knee-high boots but no top. His cock was visibly espaliered across the front of his shorts. He delighted in showing off his muscular physique. BJ was wearing the same outfit but with a shiny black leather waistcoat open at the front.

Trey and Ray were kissing with their arms around each other when a gang of young toughs came into the pub looking to beat up some gays. They were spoiling for a fight.

"You gay shits ruined this English pub and we're going to do something about it," shouted one, a big tall beefy young man the biggest of the gang.

The gang made straight for Ellis's group. The two queens, Trey and Ray were standouts.

"We're gonna get rid you fucking sick gay homosexual queer faggots once and for all. We're gonna smash you all and get rid of you all. You lot do such disgusting things that would make Prince Rupert turn in his grave," snarled the biggest and tallest man, clearly the leader as the gang advanced on the group.

Ellis slid off his barstool and stalked over towards the group with his muscular arms held wide ready for action. He was shorter and lighter than the leader and many of the other toughs.

The leader saw Ellis approaching.

"What's this baby-face pretty boy going to do about it?" he sneered.

"Fuck Prince Rupert and stick his head in a shit bucket," Ellis replied in his distinctly Australian accent.

A horrified gasp ran around the bar.

"Oooo-er, fa...ark!" muttered Ray.

"Oh my God!" gasped Juliana. "Ellis is so brave!"

The leader of the thugs ran at Ellis. He swung a haymaker of a punch at Ellis's head. Ellis ducked and sprang up with an uppercut of such devastating force that the thug's teeth sprayed in all directions. The crack of his jaw breaking echoed through the deathly silent bar. His body stiffened, his eyes rolled up into his head so that just the whites were showing and then he crashed over backwards completely unconscious.

Other thugs ran in a bunch at Ellis but with his hair flying, he knocked out four more of them with mighty punches to their heads. Another big burly fellow received a flying kick in his guts that felled him immediately. The tough gasped, collapsed onto the floor doubled up clasping his belly and making gasping high-pitched cries of intense pain.

A big burly young man lumbered at Ellis swinging his fists but Ellis sank his fist up to his wrist in the young man's belly. Like the other man, he fell to the floor gasping with pain.

Then BJ leaped off his barstool and joined the fray. The remaining toughs took one look at BJ's massive form and they turned tail and fled out of the bar. BJ managed to grab one of them by the scruff of the neck. He dropkicked the young man right in between the buttock cheeks with such force that the thug screamed as he sailed through the air and landed in an ungainly heap on the other side of the bar room. The thug clambered to his feet and hobbled painfully out the door.

"Oooh! That must have hurt. That fellow copped BJ's kick fair and square in his arsehole," commented Ray.

Jerry winced. "That guy's arsehole is going to be so awfully bruised!" he commented.

"Goodness me! I bet that guy won't be able to shit for a week without screaming," exclaimed Trey.

"Serves him jolly well right," said Elizabeth in her aristocratic voice. "I hope the little piggy squeals his little head off every time he takes a shit for the next six months."

Relieved laughter ran around the bar.

"Holy shit, Ellis, you're lethal," declared Jerry.

"My God, Ellis!" exclaimed Roly. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"At school," replied Ellis. "I did boxing and martial arts. Benefits of a Catholic education. And the older kids taught me the street- fighting skills so we could defend ourselves against the Protestant kids. We used to trounce them."

"Sounds like Northern Ireland," remarked Diana.

"No, not really," replied Ellis. "At least in Australia people weren't shooting each other or planting bombs."

"You got balls, Ellis, that's for sure, taking on that lot," remarked Eddie.

"You have to watch these wild colonial boys from Australia," said Will in his upper class accent. He pronounced Australia as 'Orstralia'. "I hear that they're demons in a fight."

Ambulance officers arrived and carted the damaged, unconscious or pain-racked bodies of the toughs away on stretchers. They were shown to the scene by a couple of the bar staff and performed the deed with a minimum of fuss.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've just witnessed an excellent demonstration of the psychology of a bully," announced Roly. "They think that gay people are easy victims for their bullying behaviours. Gays would offer no resistance to their aggression and most times they're right. However, tonight they ran up against Ellis de la Mare who put up a stiff resistance to their bullying behaviours. When he started knocking them out right, left and centre, they realised they had a real fighter on their hands. I think that they initially thought that they could overcome him because he is shorter and smaller than many of them and he was outnumbered many times over. However, his ferocious resistance and his obvious strength and power gave them pause. Then when the mighty BJ joined the melee, they realised that they had no chance of prevailing at all. They all turned tail and fled. That demonstrates that bullies are cowards who like to direct their aggressive behaviours onto those much weaker than themselves and cannot defend themselves against these brute's aggression. They cannot cope with those of equal or greater strength."

"Hear, hear," declared Elizabeth.

People clapped and cheered.

Juliana raised her glass of champagne and said, "Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight I propose a toast in whatever you're drinking to those two brave and valiant he-men who saved all of us here tonight from being beaten to a pulp, regardless of whether we're gay or straight or whatever, especially to Ellis who offered the initial resistance and was fighting incredibly courageously on his own for a few minutes. Ladies and gentlemen, Ellis and BJ."

Everyone in the bar except for Ellis and BJ raised their drink glasses and drank the toast to Ellis and BJ. Then they clapped and cheered.

"Ellis, you must be a real roundhead to say what you did about Prince Rupert," remarked Elizabeth. "But the image!" She pretended to have a fit of the vapours. "It's just too horrible to contemplate! Goodness me!"

Everyone laughed.

A young woman wearing platform shoes walking past slipped over but was caught by BJ. Something small and white skittered off under a bar stool. The young man sitting on the stool next to his girlfriend got down and fished out the object.

"My God!" exclaimed the man examining the thing in the palm of his hand. "It's a tooth!"

"Golly, so it is!" exclaimed his girlfriend looking at it.

Immediately people were playing hunt the toothy-peg.

Soon a handful of teeth were found scattered around the bar.

"Goodness me! Ellis, I think you knocked out most of that thug's teeth," remarked Mandy as she inspected the handful. "I don't think he'd have many left."

"Well, the poor dear is just going to have to wear dentures for the rest of his life, poor thing," declared Elizabeth.

That raised a laugh.

Two policemen arrived and spoke to the bar staff. One of the barmaids pointed out Ellis to the policemen. They looked at Ellis and grinned. Then they walked out after taking no action.

That night BJ took great joy fucking the strong and dangerous fighter that was Ellis. He had no idea that Ellis had such formidable street- fighting skills until that evening in the pub. It was with the deepest pleasure that he thrust his cock enthusiastically up into Ellis' powerfully muscled torso and it was with the greatest joy that Ellis received BJ's mighty cock thrust up into him.

Knowing that Ellis was a fearsome fighter was a powerful turn-on for BJ. He was in raptures sinking his cock up the arse of a fearsome, dangerous and powerfully muscled he-man.

It was a wonderful way for Ellis to release the tension after the fierce fight. After several delirious orgasms they went to sleep together with BJ's cock imbedded snugly up inside Ellis's arse and BJ's huge arms wrapped around Ellis's body. Ellis felt as though he was in Heaven as he drifted off to sleep.

There was a congenial cafe in Mayfair off Regent Street not far from Piccadilly. Called 'Caffe Risorgimento', it was run by an Italian family and had been discovered by Juliana and Julian a while ago. It had become a favourite with the housemates of the Bramham Gardens house. Trey and Ray suggested that they meet Ellis and BJ there. Ellis and BJ agreed that they would after a run there. The cafe did not have a dress code so it was perfectly acceptable for the two men to go there shirtless but wearing just running shorts and running shoes.

They made the arrangement and Trey gave Ellis and BJ clear directions. Ellis and BJ set off on their run clad in a brief pair of running shorts, socks and runners. They ran from Earl's Court north through Kensington past Kensington Palace, continued on around Hyde Park to Hyde Park Corner and then along Piccadilly around the Statue of Eros then along Regent Street and through Mayfair to the cafe.

It was a warm day so both men were soon covered in sweat. They covered a distance of about seven miles (11 kilometres). Entering the cafe they saw that Trey and Ray had been joined by Will and Haakon. The people in the cafe stared at the two muscular men whose shirtless bodies glistened with sweat. The two joined the four at their table.

"What took you two so long? Were you two making love somewhere in Hyde Park?" asked Will with a smirk.

"Yes," replied Ellis. "BJ fucked me cross-eyed in the open air on the banks of the Round Pond in Hyde Park."

Haakon gasped and put his hand over his mouth.

"You are very brave," he said. "What about all the bird pooh around the pond? Also all the people who were there and who would have been watching you? Your sexual intercourse would be public."

"Doesn't matter, not when the passion overtakes you and you just have to have a fuck right then and there," replied Ellis with a straight face. "BJ and I like to put on some street theatre."

BJ started laughing.

"Haakon," said Ray grinning, "Ellis is pulling your leg."

"No, he's not," asserted Haakon. "He is not touching my leg."

"Oh God," muttered Ray and put his head in his hands. "English is clearly not your first language."

"Haakon," explained Will, "Ellis is telling stories. He's playing on your gullibility. If Ellis and BJ had indeed been so foolhardy as to have sex out in the open in Hyde Park, someone would've called the police quick smart and they both would have been arrested. By now, they'd be languishing in a police cell charged with gross public indecency. They certainly wouldn't be here with us now."

BJ was laughing fit to bust. He put his arm around Haakon's narrow shoulders.

"That was so much fun," he said grinning from ear to ear. "You are so funny, even when you don't realise it."

"I'm sorry," said Haakon.

"Don't be," replied Ellis grinning. "It was good fun though."

"Look," said Will sternly. "You two chaps shouldn't be making fun of him. You know he's not completely at home with English."

Trey and Ray burst into fits of giggles. BJ and Ellis started laughing again.

"Oh God!" bleated Will. "Stop it! You lot are hopeless!"

That only made the others laugh more. Haakon sat there looking bewildered.

"Seriously though, guys, why did you two take so long getting here?" asked Will.

BJ described the route they ran.

"You ran for miles!" exclaimed Trey. "No wonder it took you so long."

"You are both extremely fit and you both have very big muscles," observed Haakon with a delicate wave of his hand.

"Do you wonder?" remarked Ray.

"And you lot did it the lazy way and took the Tube to get here," said Ellis.

"We were obliged to walk from the Tube station," put in Haakon.

"Oh poor you!" jeered Ellis. "What an imposition!"

"Stop it, you two," scolded Will. "Leave the poor man alone."

Coffee arrived. A handsome cheerful young Italian waiter brought the coffee and cakes on a tray and placed each order in front of the man who ordered it.

"Thank you kindly," said Will.

The waiter smiled in reply and walked off.

"Ooh, he's so cute," observed Trey. "I wouldn't mind getting up his arse."

The waiter heard him. He turned around looking embarrassed.

"Oh really, old chap," said Will with exasperation. "That's really too much. You really should stick a cork in it!"

"Stick a cork in what?" asked Trey. "My arse?"

"That will do for a start. But I meant your mouth, my dear fellow."

"He'd appreciate it more if it were a champagne cork," put in Ellis.

Will sighed gustily. The others laughed.

"Yes, Ellis," Will said with resignation.

"This cake's really delicious," said BJ putting another spoonful in his mouth.

Then he said to Ellis, "And so are you, lover boy."

He promptly planted an eager kiss on Ellis's lips. Ellis put his arms around BJ's neck and returned the kiss with fervour.

An expensively well-dressed middle-aged woman walking past the table behind the two men stopped and stared with a raised eyebrow at BJ and Ellis kissing each other passionately.

Will fixed her with a hard look from his blue eyes.

"Madam, is there anything in particular that takes your fancy?" he asked sarcastically.

"I see that these two muscular young men are working up quite a sweat enjoying each other's company," she replied tartly.

Suddenly aware that they had an addition to their audience, BJ and Ellis stopped their kissing and looked up at the woman behind them. They kept their arms around each other.

"What a shame it is that you two splendid specimens of manhood are not doing your bit to keep the English race strong, healthy and pure and to keep England white," she said.

"Oh?" asked Ellis innocently.

"Well, it is very obvious that you two homosexuals are not going to father any children," commented the woman.

"Our private life is our business," said Ellis acidly. "It is absolutely none of your business."

"Nevertheless," replied the woman unperturbed, "most young men these days are such skinny effeminate little weaklings who grow fat and sluggish as they get older. You two strong, well-muscled and powerful young men obviously each have a splendid genetic inheritance so instead of fathering many children and improving the race, you are wasting your manly essence on each other. What a shame that is! What a complete waste of genetic potential! It's such a shame, especially with England being overrun these days by the tinctured races."

Ellis drew breath ready to make a devastating reply but the woman stalked off and returned to her table where her smirking husband sat.

Ellis let out his breath with a gust. Ray giggled.

"The bloody cheek of that woman!" Ellis expostulated angrily. "Who the bloody hell does she think she is? The fucking Queen of the Parade?"

"Lady Muck, more like it," said Ray grinning.

Ellis calmed down.

"You know," he said quietly, "I thought Elizabeth spoke in an overdone exaggerated aristocratic manner but that woman talks just like her. That woman could have gone to the same school as Elizabeth. They sound so much alike."

"But Elizabeth didn't go to the same school as that woman," said Will. "He went to the same school as I. This is Mayfair and that woman has the classic Kensington Voice that drills holes in your eardrums from across the room. She would have come from Kensington which is just the other side of Hyde Park from here. They all sound like that around here."

"It's just so overdone," remarked Ellis.

"Well, they are all upper class or have pretentions in that direction. So, old chap, Elizabeth is spot on with his accent. He takes women like that off perfectly."

"Yes," replied Ellis with a laugh.

He looked around the cafe. About half the people were men in business suits. The remainder was a varied collection of individuals like the six friends.

"You know, I love this place. It is so full of colour. The people here are so interesting."

That loud remark came from a young American woman sitting with a group of young men in suits at a nearby table.

Ellis caught her eye and grinned. She smiled back. She said something to the suited young men at her table. Ellis saw one man roll his eyes and another raise an eyebrow.

The gay scene in London was developing apace in the 1970s and it was busily coming out to be extremely lively. They were exciting and halcyon days for gay and lesbian people. The hub was in Soho around Old Compton Street, a short tube ride and a walk from Earl's Court.

After several years of intensive daily workouts, Ellis eased off by a day or two going to the gym. He was satisfied with his size. He had already put on a whole more muscle. His magnificent body was rippling with muscle. His weight had increased to seventeen and a half stones (111 Kg. or 245 lb) of solid hard ripped muscle with no visible fat. His biceps/triceps measurement had increased to twenty inches (51 cm.). His arms were huge and powerful with great big bulging masses of veined muscle. His abdomen sported a spectacular eight-pack. He did not really want to get very much bigger. He liked to remain fast, nimble and light on his feet.

Ellis spent much of his extra time working hard in the productive garden that now supplied all the vegetable needs of the housemates including the two who were vegetarian.

BJ said he had to continue going to the gym every day to maintain his size and strength.

People said that both Ellis and BJ had excellent genes for muscle.

Ellis wrote to Theodora occasionally when he found out that she had moved to the spiritual community at Findhorn right up in the north of Scotland and he had her address. He was surprised when Theodora informed him that she was now Mrs Ferguson. She was married with three children.

Ellis and BJ frequently went to parties and the gay bars and nightclubs that were springing up, not just in Soho but elsewhere in inner London.

Ellis became known as the wild colonial boy and a dangerous opponent in a fight. He could easily land knockout punches with his powerful arms on those who dared to pick a fight with him or his friends or other gay men and he was very quick on his feet. When outnumbered by very big opponents, he would bring his other street-fighting skills into play with fists and feet flying. A kick in the guts propelled by his thick muscular thighs was guaranteed to bring down the biggest opponent. He became extremely popular on the gay scene. His reputation quickly grew so that aggressive people backed off very smartly when Ellis made his appearance. It was not long before no-one dared to pick a fight when either he or BJ was around. They were just too strong and intimidating and BJ was huge.

During this time the people in the house often held parties, big ones too with a few hundred people of all different types. The large ballroom on the ground floor was a favourite place. It could fit hundreds of people. The house was indeed a mansion.

A real star turn was the comedy routines Ellis performed with Elizabeth and Juliana that had the other party-goers falling about howling and shrieking with laughter. Ellis quickly proved to be the equal of the two queens when it came to biting, mordant, devastatingly funny wit. The interchanges between Ellis, Elizabeth and Juliana had people rolling on the floor with laughter. Elizabeth and Juliana openly declared their love for Ellis.

Their comedy routines were always held in the ballroom in front of a party audience of a hundred or two. Ellis and the two queens would perform in a space in the centre of the ballroom around which everyone else sat or stood. Party guests took to bringing cushions or folding chairs so that they could watch, listen or participate in comfort.

Ellis would frequently appear shirtless wearing just a pair of brief shorts or underpants, speedos, G-string, cache-sexe or just a pouch around his cock and balls or even completely naked. The clothing, such as it was would be teamed with running shoes, basketball shoes, big heavy workman's boots, biker boots, knee-high black leather boots, thongs or just barefoot. He delighted in showing off his powerful well-muscled body.

Occasionally for a routine where he would play a yobbo, he would wear a tight short-sleeved shirt sometimes beer-stained and open down the front, torn jeans and workman's boots. Now and then he would wear a black T-shirt with the slogan 'I'm tired of being a sex object' in bright fluorescent pink. That would raise a laugh especially when he entered wearing either a cache-sexe, a genital pouch or no pants at all with the T-shirt.

Elizabeth would often dress up in a tight black or white leather outfit like Emma Peel in 'The Avengers' in which her false breasts were prominent or an elegant blue pants suit or a cocktail party dress or a dress she termed 'High Street Dior'. In the early 1980s she would wear royal blue dresses very similar to those worn by the then British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher and a wig very like Mrs Thatcher's hairdo. Her appearance would raise a laugh as soon as she entered the ballroom. Some people said her appearance so dressed was scary.

Juliana would often wear frilly, very feminine dresses often in pink. Sometimes she would base her 'more sensible' dresses on those worn by Queen Elizabeth or Queen Juliana.

People took care not to get picked on by the performers. Elizabeth could be viciously funny as she made fun of the person she had selected. Often the victim would be summoned out into the performance space so that he or she could 'face the music' as Juliana put it. If the victim demurred, Ellis would go and pick him or her up cushion or chair and all and place the victim in front of the two queens who were like goddesses awaiting their sacrificial victim. The worst the victim would ever suffer would be a red face and acute embarrassment but that was very rare because the audience did not like to see a person humiliated. If that happened, Elizabeth, who was the usual perpetrator, would get booed. Usually the victim would be happily laughing along with everyone else.

Ellis would often squat or kneel next to the victim and support the victim stoutly against Elizabeth's vicious verbal assaults. The repartee was often side-splittingly funny. If Ellis was either wearing just a pouch around his genitals or naked when next to the 'victim' particularly if the 'victim' was a man, Elizabeth would tease the victim about his hypermasculine, over-muscled and over-sexed exhibitionist of a boyfriend. Ellis gave as good as he got and the audience would be rolling around on the floor with laughter. Not infrequently someone would fall out of his or her chair laughing and the two queens would make merry. Quite often Juliana would go and comfort the person while Ellis picked the person up and returned him or her to the chair. Meanwhile Elizabeth would stand in the middle of the space with a thoroughly scornful expression on her face and make bitingly funny comments. People laughed even more. Elizabeth did scorn well, particularly when she was dressed up like Maggie Thatcher.

One evening Ellis was with a 'victim' swapping banter with Elizabeth. He was naked and proud to show off his splendid body. And he was getting the better of Elizabeth with his repartee.

Elizabeth stated, "Ellis, you really do have the devil in you."

"Maybe I do," replied Ellis with a wicked grin.

"What beautiful green eyes you have, Ellis," said Elizabeth. "You remind me of a French nursery rhyme I knew as a child. The French version goes like this:"

"Les yeux bleus Vont aux cieux. Les yeux gris Vont au paradis. Les yeux verts Vont en enfer. Les yeux noirs Vont au purgatoire."

Some of the audience who understood made noises of discomfort.

"That's horrible!" exclaimed a woman.

"That's not playing fair, Elizabeth," cried out Will.

"Translation, if you please," yelled out another man.

"Certainly," replied Elizabeth.

"Blue eyes Go to heaven. Grey eyes Go to paradise. Black eyes Go to purgatory. Green eyes Go straight to hell."

She continued: "And hasn't Ellis got such lovely green eyes?"

The audience fell silent. Many were uncomfortable. They thought Elizabeth had gone too far, again.

Ellis stood up in all his magnificent naked muscular glory and folded his powerful arms across his chest. His sizeable half-erect penis protruded out between his strongly muscled thighs. He grinned evilly at the audience.

"Well, now my secret's out. I'm a demon in disguise," he laughed.

"Golly, you make me nervous when you're like that," declared Diana. "It's weird. Your eyes, like they're glowing green! In fact you really scare me when you're like that."

She was sitting on a cushion in the front row.

"He doesn't scare me," came from BJ. "He's super fun."

Everyone turned to look at him. Some laughed. BJ stood at the back with his big arms folded. He was wearing just a brief pair of black vinyl shorts and knee high black leather boots.

"He wouldn't," said Diana and sighed.

"We all know that Ellis's a demon in fights. And I believe he's a demon in bed too," commented Trey. "Now we know why."

A few nervous titters ran around the audience.

"Moving right along," said Juliana and took charge.

She told a dreadful joke that had everyone groaning with laughter.

A favourite routine at these soirees was 'Cinderfella', a gay take on the Cinderella story. Ellis would play Cinderfella, Elizabeth and Juliana would play the two ugly sisters and BJ would be roped in to play the handsome prince. BJ was perfect as the prince. He certainly had the looks for the part. When at the end when Cinderfella was found to fit the magic slipper, glass slipper, house slipper, condom, cock ring, cock sock or whatever and BJ swept Ellis off his feet up into his arms and planted a great big juicy kiss firmly on Ellis's lips and Ellis put his arms around BJ's thick stallion's neck, everybody would clap, cheer and stamp their feet loudly. If the article involved a cock, Ellis would remove his shorts entirely if he was wearing any, revealing his all and the audience would go wild in its appreciation.

Ellis was perfect for the part dressed in just tiny tight black leather shorts and cheap black running shoes with pink socks and without a shirt so that all his splendid muscular body was on full display.

BJ would wear a slightly bigger pair of black leather shorts, knee- high black leather high-heeled boots and a black leather bolero jacket with short sleeves and cut to just below his armpits. It showed off all his awesome lower torso with abdominal eight pack and most of his magnificent heavily muscled chest.

Elizabeth and Juliana would both wear Victorian-era ladies' ball gowns bedecked with ribbons and lace.

Now and then just to spice things up, Ellis and BJ had sex right there on the floor in front of the entire audience who cheered them on raucously. BJ stripped Ellis naked, lay down on his back on the floor and Ellis lay face-up on top of him. BJ pulled Ellis's legs up by the knees and thrust his big spit-lubed cock its full length right up into Ellis's arsehole in full view of the audience. With a very appreciative audience cheering them on he often came quickly with a roar up Ellis's anus and Ellis screamed in ecstasy as he ejaculated his semen all over his belly and chest, particularly when people came out and licked the semen off his torso and thighs. Not infrequently someone was unable to resist the temptation to participate and he or she came out and sucked on Ellis's penis and swallowed his ejaculate when Ellis climaxed. This enhanced Ellis's orgasms greatly. The audience were deafeningly loud in their appreciation of the performance, clapping and cheering on Ellis and BJ. The noise from the audience could be heard all over Bramham Gardens.

As people often remarked, it was definitely not Disney.

Things developed so that the audience demanded that Ellis and BJ put on a live sex show. They chanted "We want a fuck. We want a fuck." Or they chanted just "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

People pushed BJ out into the performance space. Ellis was already out there with the two queens. He would quickly strip himself naked if he was not naked already. Ellis and the two queens stripped the clothes off BJ and he stood there in all his magnificent naked glory.

Juliana produced a tube of lubricant from her dress. Either that or Will tossed a tube to the performers. It was often handed to Elizabeth who delighted in applying it to and lubricating BJ's rapidly stiffening cock. Then Ellis bent over and Elizabeth applied the lubricant to his anus.

When that was all done, Ellis leapt up at BJ who caught him under the arms. Ellis wrapped his legs around BJ's waist and BJ plunged his cock up to the hilt into Ellis's arsehole. Ellis cried out in joy as his innards were filled with BJ's big thick dick. Often he would ejaculate very quickly shooting his spunk all over BJ's massively muscled chest. BJ often had a touch of performance anxiety and it would take some time before he reached orgasm. In the meantime Ellis would have had several orgasms. He had no such anxiety.

Often there was a table in the performance space. BJ at times lay full length on the table with Ellis on top of him facing him and his ramrod stiff penis sticking out proud in front of him. He found he could enhance his orgasms greatly by leaning backwards over BJ's legs so that BJ's cock was forced to ram full tilt into his prostate.

Ellis screamed in the intensity of his orgasms. When BJ was pushed out for a fuck show, he often took some time to reach an orgasm because of performance anxiety. Ellis took full advantage and had a number of orgasms. They were enhanced even more when someone came out from the audience and sucked on Ellis's cock. Ellis cheerfully filled the person's mouth with his semen.

After BJ had reached his first orgasm, his anxiety disappeared and he fucked Ellis with rampant enthusiasm. The two powerful muscled men had orgasm after orgasm. Ellis shot his semen all over the place unless someone had his or her mouth over his cock. Often BJ shot so much semen up Ellis's arsehole that it leaked out all over BJ or dripped onto the floor. People often came out and licked the semen off the men's bodies or even off the floor.

The audience clapped and cheered Ellis's and BJ's live sex show loudly and with unbridled enthusiasm. They loved it. The raucous applause could be heard all over Bramham Gardens.

A group from the house would go to the gay dance clubs that were springing up in Soho and nearby. On the dance floors crowded with topless hot sweaty dancing men, Ellis would frequently get groped. Other men were keen to get a feel of Ellis's splendid body. Ellis found that he enjoyed being groped.

Life seemed to be one big party for Ellis at that time. Ellis and BJ, the two gay musclemen, were very popular and very much in demand as eye candy for the many gay parties. However, Ellis had to put limits on his nocturnal activities so that he could get enough sleep to maintain his fitness and his considerable strength and muscularity. BJ did the same.

Through all this, Ellis and BJ remained loyal to one another. BJ revelled in fucking the strong and powerful muscleman that Ellis had become and Ellis was enraptured to be monstered by the muscle monster that was BJ. That did not change.

Often they would go on quite long runs together for about ten miles (16 km.) around the district or around Hyde Park which was not far away. Many times they would go shirtless on longer runs up through Hyde Park, past Buckingham Palace, along the Mall to Trafalgar Square, then down Whitehall to the Houses of Parliament, past Big Ben over Westminster Bridge across the Thames, then down the South Bank of the Thames through Battersea Park across the Thames again at the Battersea Bridge and back home to Earl's Court.

Ellis was superbly fit and he was fast on his feet. Frequently just to piss BJ off, Ellis would run rings around him. Irritated, BJ would try to catch him but when Ellis ran off, BJ had no chance of catching him. After a while Ellis would let BJ catch him. BJ would lift him up and Ellis would wrap his legs around BJ's waist. Then Ellis would throw his arms around BJ's neck and kiss him passionately on the lips right there and then on the street. Passers-by would stop and stare at the two muscular men whose shirtless bodies were slick with sweat and were clad in just brief running shorts and running shoes and kissing each other with steamy fervour.

When they performed this routine in Trafalgar Square, the tourists watched fascinated. The Japanese tourists in particular would take many photographs with their big expensive cameras of the two semi- naked powerfully muscled male lovers. Some were like paparazzi they were so intrusive with their cameras. That was long before digital cameras came into general use. Now and then either BJ or Ellis or both would ejaculate in his running shorts. Ellis would wonder how many audiences back home in Japan would be entertained by slide shows of his and BJ's passionate display of love sometimes to the point of coming in their shorts. Occasionally BJ would shoot so much semen that it would run down his massively muscular thighs.

Occasionally Ellis would go to church with BJ who had been brought up in the Church of England. BJ liked to attend services at Saint Paul's Cathedral where his grandfather had been ordained first as a deacon and then as a priest. Ellis was amazed by the splendour of the interior of the cathedral. It was overwhelming. Because he had been brought up as a Catholic, he did not take Holy Communion with BJ even though he was invited to do so by the celebrant. He did not feel comfortable with doing that.

Sometimes they would go to Holy Communion services at Westminster Abbey. Sometimes they would go to All Saints' Church Fulham where BJ's grandfather had been the vicar. Occasionally they would go to the local parish church St Mary's Church, The Boltons. Ellis always accompanied BJ even though he never took communion despite being invited to do so in the Church of England.

Despite accompanying BJ to the Anglican church services, Ellis never once set foot in a Catholic church. He had not been inside a Catholic church since leaving Australia.

By this time Ellis had been living in the United Kingdom for so long that he was eligible for permanent residency. He applied for it and got it. He could have applied for British citizenship but at that time it would have meant forfeiting his Australian citizenship and Ellis did not feel ready for that wrench. In any case, all his assets that he had inherited from his great-aunt and provided his generous income were located in Australia.

The 1970s were a dazzling dizzying joyful decade for Ellis and BJ as well as for a lot of other gay men. A harbinger of change at the end of the decade was the election of Margaret Thatcher as British Prime Minister. That was followed a year later by the election of Ronald Reagan as President of the United States.

Then in the early 1980s people started dying of a mysterious new disease that became known as AIDS. The British newspapers dubbed it the 'Gay Plague' because most victims were gay men. An acquaintance of a friend of Will was one of those who died of AIDS then.

Within a year many other men including those known to Ellis and BJ died of AIDS. Ellis was shaken to hear of the illness and death from AIDS of Mikey and Arthur, who were friends of Will and were frequent guests at the parties held in the house. Arthur had come over from New York because the London gay scene was more interesting and lively and he had quickly palled up with Mikey. Ellis had known them both well. Then there were Jimbo and Algy, Freddie, Steele, Kurt, Jan and Danny Boy. They all died.

The AIDS panic had well and truly taken hold, stoked by the sensationalised lurid stories published enthusiastically by the British media, stories that were full of misinformation, disinformation and outright lies. People were full of anxiety. Some Conservative politicians were even proposing in Parliament that all homosexual men should be rounded up and locked up in concentration camps to protect decent clean-living ordinary citizens from the dread disease.

Ellis felt nervous and exposed as an openly gay man. He was uncomfortably aware that the tide of public opinion was turning against the gay world. Even though he was very strong and fit and a formidable fighter, he would have had no chance on his own against the forces of the media and the British state.

He was extremely grateful that he was in a relationship with a loyal partner and that neither of them had been having sex with other people although the temptations at times had been enormous.

An instance of the negative public opinion against gay men and AIDS was when BJ's cousin Randolph's first child was baptised. It was BJ's uncle's first grandchild so it was a grand occasion. The cousin and his wife invited BJ and his partner to attend the christening and the buffet luncheon afterwards. Most of the extended family came.

The christening was held in May and the weather was warm. Both Ellis and BJ wore short-sleeved button-up shirts with dress slacks when they attended the occasion.

The christening in the church was performed by BJ's clergyman grandfather. The baby boy screamed loudly when the priest poured water from the font over the baby's forehead but was quickly comforted by his mother. BJ's eldest sister was the godmother.

The buffet luncheon held afterwards in the garden of the uncle's residence was a grand affair. If people were troubled by the nature of the relationship between BJ and Ellis, they did not show it openly even though BJ and Ellis did not hide their affection for one another.

That was until luncheon was served in the marquee. An aunt of Randolph's wife saw Ellis ahead of her getting food from the serving dishes on the table.

"What is that homosexual doing in here helping himself to our food?" she demanded in a loud voice indicating Ellis. "He might give us all AIDS and then where would we all be?"

Ellis immediately rounded on her.

"Madam," he said angrily, "for a start I do not have AIDS. And if I were to have it, the only way you could possibly catch it from me would be if you were to accept bodily fluids from me into your own body and believe me, Madam, I would not dream of touching you with a forty-foot barge-pole."

The elderly clergyman who was BJ's grandfather guffawed. He was clad in a black suit and clerical collar. Snickers and sniggers ran around the serving table. The aunt glared around and she saw Randolph smirking across the table.

"Randolph, how dare you laugh at such obscenity," she demanded angrily.

Randolph blushed and looked down.

"Madam," Ellis addressed the aunt in a clipped angry voice. "If you have a problem with what I just said, you take it up with me. You do not take it out on someone else. That is the act of a bully!"

The aunt reddened. She glared at Ellis angrily but said nothing more. The woman between them was hyperventilating with horror with her hand over her mouth. Ellis turned back to the table and calmly continued getting his food.

All through lunch people talking quietly among themselves, looking at Ellis and the aunt and laughing.

At their lunch table BJ praised Ellis for calling out Randolph's ferocious aunt-in-law. He said it was high time someone put a stop to her aggression.

Afterwards the old clergyman came up to Ellis grinning from ear to ear and shook his hand enthusiastically. He introduced himself as Jim, BJ's and Randolph's grandfather. BJ was named after him. He was the retired clergyman who had been ordained in St Paul's Cathedral and who had been the vicar of All Saints' Church, Fulham.

"Ellis," he said, "I hear you're a real fighting cock. The wild colonial boy, they call you. I'm so glad that someone had enough spunk to put a stop to that dreadful woman's rampage through human decency and I hear that you most certainly have no shortage of spunk. Young James must have a real handful with you but he certainly seems very happy with you. He seems quite head-over-heels in love with you and I understand you two have been together quite some years since young James met you when staying in that alternative community on that god-forsaken island somewhere off the Scottish coast."

He winked broadly and nudged Ellis in the ribs with his elbow.

"I'm glad you two are so happy drilling each other's arseholes," he chuckled. "I almost envy you two splendid physical specimens."

With that he walked off chuckling to himself.

One day Ellis discovered that BJ was getting himself fucked frequently by other men in the gym on the days Ellis was not there. Horrified and seething with rage, a sense of utter betrayal and the sense that both of them had been put in grave danger of catching AIDS, he confronted BJ. With angry tears pouring down his face, he demanded to know why BJ had done such a stupid thing as to put them both at risk of catching the lethal disease.

"Because I need to get fucked," said BJ. "I've never been fucked before and I wanted ..."

"Mate, why didn't you ask me to fuck you?" demanded Ellis furiously. "I would have been rapt to fuck you. It would have been great to do it."

"Because ... because ...", BJ began lamely.

"Look, mate, when I was told about this, the guy who told me about all this said his cock was six inches long and that's shorter than mine. My cock is seven and a half inches long and two inches thick (19 cm by 5 cm) when stiff. It's a lot bigger than his cock. You know that! You've always known that! And some of the guys who fucked you had cocks smaller than his. I would have loved to fuck you and it sounds like my cock would have been perfectly satisfactory for you. Not only that but none of the guys who fucked you in the gym were wearing condoms. It was all unprotected sex. And often more than a dozen guys would come and fuck you. They would all be lined up to fuck you like you're a penny-a-time whore. Look, you've gone and put yourself at risk of catching AIDS and you've put me at risk of catching AIDS too. Look, BJ, why the hell didn't you ask me to fuck you? I'd have loved to fuck you, you great big sexy hunk of muscle and we could've avoided all this shit. Why the hell didn't you ask me?" Ellis cried out in fury and despair with tears running down his face.

"B ... B ..." stuttered BJ.

"Look, BJ, this means I cannot trust you. I cannot trust you at all ever again. You've gone and put me at risk and yourself at risk of catching AIDS. For all I know, you're already carrying the AIDS virus. You probably are. I cannot have sex with you ever again. You know, I may have already got the AIDS virus in my system too and maybe I'm going to die of it. And maybe you're going to die of it too. This is just too horrible for words. You've gone and betrayed us both and you've put us both in danger. I'm sorry but this means it's all over between us now. I cannot trust you ever again. Our relationship is finished. It's dead and gone as of now. And I'm moving out of the attic. I can't have sex with you ever again."

"No, please don't ..." bleated BJ.

"Look, mate, we've been together for fifteen whole wonderful years. We've discussed all sorts of things. Why the hell didn't you ask me to fuck you? I'd have willingly given it a go. I'd have loved to fuck you, BJ. Look, I simply do not understand why you didn't ask me to fuck you."

"I ... I ..."

"Oh fuck!" snapped Ellis and stormed out of the room.

He moved his things down from the attic into one of the spare flats in the basement.

Haakon said with a smile to Ellis, "I see you're going down in the world."

Angry, Ellis waved his fist in Haakon's face.

"Do you want this in your face?" he snarled fiercely.

At six feet nine inches (206 cm.) Haakon stood a full head taller than Ellis but was a lot lighter with a thin willowy build. He leant backwards as he looked wide-eyed with fear at Ellis's fist waving inches from his nose.

"I'm extremely very sorry," he said humbly. "Please accept my most humble and abject and grovelling apologies for my insensitive joke."

"So you bloody well should be," snapped Ellis and stalked off.

He decided that he would telephone Theodora in Scotland. He really wanted to talk with her. It would be long distance and it could take some time. He did not want to use the phone in the house because there would be the inconvenience of sorting out the phone bill and people could overhear him. However, there was a long-distance phone booth that accepted credit cards in front of the Earl's Court post office. He said he was going for a run and, stripped down to just his running shorts and runners, ran off to the post office.

Luckily the phone booth was empty. He dialled the number of the Findhorn Community and to his immense relief got Theodora straight away. She was on phone duty that day. He poured out her heart to her over the phone in tears and told her of his breakup with BJ and the circumstances around it. Theodora told him that he should come up to the Findhorn Community as soon as he could. Then they would have all the time in the world to talk. The conversation ended sooner than Ellis had expected. Even so, his credit card was charged nine pounds and forty seven pence.

While Ellis was talking to Theodora, passers-by would stare at the powerfully-built muscleman crying his eyes out while on the phone.

The phone call finished, he went on a very long run through Hyde Park and Marble Arch, down Oxford Street and Regent Street across Piccadilly Circus down Old Compton Street through Soho past Saint Paul's Cathedral and the Bank of England through the City of London to the Tower of London, across the Thames over the Tower Bridge, back across the Thames over London Bridge, along the Embankment on the north side to the Houses of Parliament and Big Ben, then back along the route home that he and BJ often ran. He thought of the run as his farewell to London.

For the next few days Ellis went for long walks or runs on his own trying to work out what to do next. He knew he had to leave the house. He could not stay, particularly with BJ moping around miserably. BJ even stopped going to the gym. Ellis in the meantime continued going to the gym almost daily where he worked out with ferocious energy.

Ellis packed up his luggage and a few days later said his farewells to his housemates while waiting for the taxi to take him to Kings Cross Station. From there he planned to catch the 'Flying Scotsman' through to Aberdeen. He went up to the attic and bade BJ a stiff goodbye. He observed that already BJ had lost some weight but his mind was made up to leave the house.

For his departure Ellis wore a red tank top, running shoes and a pair of Wrangler jeans he had bought recently from a boutique in Carnaby Street. His hair was still a shaggy mop. He took his luggage out to the footpath in front of the house. On the footpath both Elizabeth and Juliana were in floods of tears, so much so that their makeup, eye-shadow and mascara ran all over the place making their faces look like disaster areas. Ellis hugged everyone who had come to farewell him. Even some of straight men like Roly and Jerry were in tears. Will was crying. Trey and Ray were inconsolable. The traditional black London taxi arrived. Ellis loaded the luggage into the boot with Jerry's help and got into the taxi. The taxi did a U-turn to go back to Earl's Court Road. As it passed the house again, Ellis looked up to the top floor and saw BJ standing at the attic window looking down at him forlornly. That was the last time he ever saw BJ. He waved to the other housemates standing on the footpath waving farewell to him.

At Kings Cross Station Ellis carried his luggage to the luggage compartment of the carriage he was booked into. He was easily strong enough to carry it all at once by hand. He settled into his seat as the diesel-powered 'Flying Scotsman' High Speed Train pulled out of the railway station on its journey north. As he watched London pass by him, he reflected on the previous times he had travelled long- distance by train.

His first trip north on the 'Flying Scotsman' with Theodora was so much fun. He was like an excited schoolboy enjoying himself hugely. His mood now was more like the train trip north from that nameless town in South India back to Bombay after Sashi had left him. He felt heavy hearted after the acrimonious breakup with BJ. He had loved BJ so much but BJ had betrayed him. Now he felt rootless and cut off. He was not sure what he hoped Theodora would do but he felt he had to talk with her.

Ellis thought back over the past decade and a half that he had spent with BJ. Now he was within a couple of months of turning thirty nine. He was still extremely fit, strong and in his prime. He put his hand over his biceps and flexed his arm. He felt immensely reassured to feel his big rock-hard biceps bulging powerfully under his hand. He loved the feel. It was thanks to BJ that he had put on all that muscle. He still felt in the prime of his life, extremely strong and fit and ready for anything.

BJ, BJ, lost and gone forever. He had betrayed Ellis utterly and there was no way that Ellis felt that he could continue their relationship, certainly not with the danger it posed to him.

Ellis thought back to their time on Mull. The memory of one particular day he treasured. It was at the end of the last winter Ellis and BJ had spent there. It was early March and the weather was still very cold. The days were still short. That day was windy with the occasional heavy shower of rain. Ellis and BJ had gone on a hike through the wind-blasted bare rocky crags surrounding the community. The frequent rain showers had washed away all the snow. The sky was heavily overcast with low grey clouds. The constant strong north- wester wind was bitterly cold. It felt as if it was coming straight from the Arctic over the North Atlantic. Ellis and BJ were relatively rugged up wearing a light spray-proof jacket over their t-shirts, faded jeans and hiking boots. Both men were so fit, strong and healthy that the cold wind did not bother them. Their strong bodies generated enough heat to keep them warm.

"You know, these hills remind me of Transylvania, like in the vampire movies with all those weird crags and things," remarked Ellis.

"Yeah, I suppose you could, you know, with all these crags. They are a strange shape when you think about it," replied BJ.

"You really could imagine vampires, orcs and goblins lurking in this landscape."

"With you, my valiant trusty companion, we'd easily beat them off with our swords."

"What swords?" Ellis asked.

"If there really were vampires, orcs and goblins, we'd have magic broadswords and we'd be invincible. We'd slaughter them all, both me and you, my sturdy valiant partner and comrade-in-arms. Oh God, I love you."

Before Ellis could say anything, BJ grabbed him and wrapped his big arms around him. He planted a big sloppy wet kiss on Ellis's lips and Ellis responded eagerly.

After a fervent kiss, BJ panted, "Wanna fuck?"

"Ooh yes, please!" declared Ellis eagerly. "But surely not up here. It's way too cold and windy."

They went off together and soon found a deep sheltered hollow in the rocks that was out of the cold wind.

They quickly stripped off naked and lay down together in the stunted dry brown grass.

BJ lathered his cock liberally with spit and inserted it up Ellis's arsehole. He pushed it up further until it was buried right up to the hilt inside Ellis's bowels.

Ellis gasped with the sheer joy and pleasure of feeling that mighty cock being thrust up his arse up right inside his slim muscular torso.

"Oh God, that feels so good," he gasped.

"It feels so good sticking my cock up your hard muscly arse, my dearest muscle-bum," groaned BJ. "It's sheer fucking bliss."

BJ started thrusting his cock up Ellis's arse with a fast steady beat and Ellis was soon rushing into his first orgasm. He screamed in the intensity of his climax. BJ thrust a few more times and roared like a bull in rut as he thundered into his orgasm.

They had several more rounds of passionate love-making punctuated by their ecstatic noisy climaxes. Their ardour was not dampened at all by the occasional heavy shower of sleety rain. Their bodies were so hot and sweaty with their energetic sex that the icy rain on their naked bodies did not matter a bit. Ellis delighted in the warmth of BJ's heavy body on his back.

Finally after a couple of hours, they both ran out of spunk. They lay together connected by BJ's stiff penis up Ellis's anus. They luxuriated in the closeness of each other's hot sweaty bodies and basked in the golden afterglow of glorious sex.

After a while, BJ whispered in Ellis's ear, "See that stag there up on the hill? He's watching us."

Ellis looked up and saw a massive big mature stag with a splendid spread of antlers up the slope from their hollow. The stag was indeed looking at them.

"Well, I'll be well and truly fucked. He is watching us. The bloody perve!"

BJ giggled. The shaking of his big cock up inside Ellis's arse was very stimulating for Ellis but he did not have enough spunk left to take advantage of it.

"Perve?" whispered BJ.

"Pervert," replied Ellis.

BJ giggled again. Ellis wriggled underneath him.

"God, that feels good when you giggle and your cock shakes inside me," Ellis muttered. "I wish I could go again but my balls are aching from overuse and I don't have anything left. I'm completely fucked."

BJ giggled again. "So am I."

The stag approached the two men cautiously, sniffing the air as he came. He stopped and pawed the ground. He put down his head and nibbled at the scanty dry brown grass. Then he came closer to the two naked sweaty men still joined together, sniffing the air cautiously as he approached.

"What a magnificent animal!" exclaimed BJ in a whisper. "My God! He's a fourteen-pointer! You don't often see antlers like those."

"I wonder why he's coming so close," whispered Ellis. "I wonder if he likes the smell of our semen and our sweat".

The stag slowly and cautiously approached. He came up close to them and stopped. The two men could have reached out and touched him. Ellis and BJ dared not move for fear of frightening him off or provoking him into attacking them. They hardly dared to breathe.

The stag inspected them, sniffing them closely. The two men could feel his hot breath on their bodies.

After long, long minutes the stag seemed satisfied. He lifted his splendid head and trotted off up and over the hill.

Both the men exhaled.

"I wonder where his ladies are," said Ellis quietly.

"Probably safe over the hill out of sight while the big fellow goes to investigate," breathed BJ.

"Wow! What an experience!" exclaimed Ellis quietly. "Fancy having such a magnificent wild animal come up to us like that. I'll never forget it."

No, Ellis never would forget that experience, he thought as he sat in his seat watching the scenery speed past. That was something he would always remember.

Bitter tears coursed down his face as he remembered all those fifteen wonderful years he had spent with BJ. He loved and trusted BJ totally. He had complete faith in BJ's love, trust and loyalty until that final dreadful day. That was now gone irretrievably. The trapdoor had slammed shut and there was no way that Ellis with all his power and strength could ever get it open again. He could never go back to those halcyon days again.

He thought back to that morning when he left Earl's Court and he saw BJ's miserable face as he stood forlornly at the attic window watching Ellis depart. What a memory! What a sad, bitter, poisonous memory! It was a memory that tarnished all those happy memories of those glorious days he and BJ had spent together, first on Mull and then in London participating fully in and revelling in the gay world. Ellis wept at the memory of the sad, miserable BJ in the attic window.

On the other side of the aisle were two middle-aged women looking at him curiously. One made to say something to Ellis but her friend shook her head and stopped the first woman.

On arrival in Aberdeen he telephoned Theodora and told her when the local train from Aberdeen would arrive at Forres, the railway station for Findhorn. She said she would meet the train there and drive him to the Findhorn Community.

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