---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel.
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Chapter 7 - 'A Rainy Day' Part 24.
------------------------------------ Part 84: Breakfast at Roman's ------------------------------------
Roman and Bill held another party at their house. It was the usual big party and many people came. Later that evening Claire made the announcement that she was pregnant and Ellis had donated the semen. He was the biological father. Both Claire and Leonie were looking forward to the birth of their child. People heaped congratulations on Claire, Leonie and Ellis.
People started leaving as it was late. Ellis and Bryn were still dancing energetically. Both men had shed their shirts and their bare torsos were running with sweat.
During a break in the music, Roman sidled up to Ellis and Bryn. He was accompanied by two women. One was a strongly built woman with muscles. She looked like a female bodybuilder and she was about the same height as Ellis. Roman introduced her as Alana. Her partner was a less muscular women but still of sturdy build and shorter than Ellis. Her name was Christabelle. Roman introduced her as well. It turned out that Christabelle was a nurse at the Royal Prince Alfred Hospital. She recognised Bryn as Doctor Powys.
Alana was a physiotherapist also working at RPA. She specialised in rehabilitating stroke victims and people with brain injuries as well as treating men with sporting injuries.
Alana and Christabelle wanted to have a baby sired by Ellis and Alana was to be the birth mother. They both had been talking to Claire and Leonie and had discussed Ellis in great detail. Alana did not like the idea of having an object like a turkey baster or laboratory burette inserted in her vagina. She had had sex with men before but the relationships had been either fleeting or unsatisfactory. She was much happier in her relationship with Christabelle which they intended to be long term. Nonetheless, she declared she would much prefer to have a man's hot cock up her vagina delivering the semen than any artificial object. Christabelle supported her.
Roman carefully asked Bryn if he would mind Ellis having sex with a woman. Everyone looked at Bryn expectantly.
Bryn grinned and said, "Yeah, that's fine by me. Ellis, your career as a stud human is about to begin."
Roman heaved a sigh of relief.
"I'm glad you're so relaxed about it, Bryn," he said.
"No worries. I reckon it'd be an excellent thing if Ellis could spread those super elite suppressor genes around, not to mention those super-hot muscle-building genes. Yeah, Alana, if you combine his genes with your muscle genes, I reckon you two are going to produce some big strong boys. I tell you, he's one hot strong fucker. He fucks me so hard that my arse aches like buggery and I'm cross-eyed with bliss. I tell you, he's wonderful! And he's fucking hot too!"
Alana and Christabelle giggled.
"You're not worried about Ellis, are you?" asked Roman.
"Nah! I know he'll be back. Ellis, why don't you and Alana go upstairs and make the earth move?"
"I'll take you two up to one of the bedrooms," said Roman.
"Thanks," replied Ellis.
He put his arms around Bryn and kissed him on the lips.
"See you later," he said.
"Yeah, much later I guess," smiled Bryn.
"Bryn, you're welcome to stay the night here," offered Roman. "And Christabelle, you definitely are too."
"Thank you, Roman," said Christabelle. "I'd love to. It'll save me going home to an empty place."
"Yeah, thanks Roman," replied Bryn. "I might just take you up on that offer. These two probably won't surface until tomorrow."
"Good. I'm sorry but I don't think I can offer you any alternative company for your bed tonight."
"Aw, shame about that. I was hoping to grab Tom, stick my cock up his arse and fuck the bejesus out of him."
"You'd have a real fight on your hands, Bryn. If you do, I'll have to stick two you in the bedroom with the television camera. I'd love to watch you two muscular he-men get naked and you forcing Tom into submission, raping him and fucking hell out of him until he screams with ecstasy. I might even videotape it."
"Perve!"
Christabelle and Alana laughed.
"Didn't I see Tom and Sue leaving about half an hour ago?" asked Ellis.
"Damn you, Ellis!" retorted Roman. "Trust you to ruin a good fantasy."
"And mine too," laughed Bryn. "Yeah, Tom would be one hot fuck. Roman, you ought to know Ellis by now. How long have you known him? About thirty years, isn't it?"
"Yeah, alright," sighed Roman. "Anyhow, I'll take the happy couple upstairs."
He conducted Ellis and Alana up to one of the bedrooms.
"Welcome to the bridal suite," he declared.
"Your place is like a rabbit warren. It's huge," commented Ellis. "How many bedrooms have you got here?"
"Dunno. Lost count ages ago," laughed Roman.
Ellis snorted. Alana laughed.
"Anyhow, I'll leave you two lovebirds to it," said Roman with a giggle.
"Rude bastard," retorted Alana.
Roman laughed. As he was leaving he turned and said, "We'll be serving breakfast tomorrow about nine o'clock. Maybe we'll see you two then. Maybe?"
He chuckled and left the room.
"Are you really the top in your relationship with Doctor Powys?" asked Alana.
"Most of the time, yes," replied Ellis.
"I guess I'm a bit surprised."
"Why?"
"I guess it's because he's bigger than you and not as good looking. I guess it's also because of the way he comes up behind you and wraps his huge arms around you in a big hug like he owns you."
"I was the bottom when our relationship first started but Bryn decided he really liked being fucked and that's the way it's been most of the time since then. I reckon he kind of owns me and I kind of own him. It's like that."
"I really love your boyish good looks. You look so hunky and cute and sweet and gorgeous, a real blond bombshell. And your body's quite hairless. That's why I thought you were the bottom. You've got these really cute looks and Doctor Powys is a fair bit hairier than you. You know, you could pass as an ultra-hunky teenager."
Alana looked Ellis up and down. He was still shirtless and wearing just jeans and suede desert boots. His torso still glistened with sweat.
"God you're a sexy hunk!" she exclaimed. "You really are solid muscle! Yes! You'll do!"
"Ta."
"Here, give us a kiss, big boy."
"I've got a confession to make. I've never fucked a woman before."
"Oh well, I guess it's bit like fucking a guy. If you're fucking Doctor Powys most of the time, you should get the hang of it. Provided you stick your cock in the right hole we should be alright. Oh my, you've got an eight-pack like Bryn and it's even better defined than his. You don't see eight-packs like yours too often. Oh my god, you're just so fit and strong. You're just so hot it's unbelievable. Oh fuck, I'm getting so hot and bothered. I'd love to see you naked."
"OK."
Ellis removed his white jeans and desert boots. He stood naked before Alana who eyed him up and down appreciatively.
"Ooh, yes," she breathed. "Nice cock too."
She held his penis in her hand. It stiffened quickly. She knelt down in front of him and took his penis into her mouth. Ellis gasped. He started thrusting into her mouth. She promptly removed her mouth from around his penis.
"Can't have you going off too soon," she commented. "Here, give us a kiss."
They put their arms around each other. Their lips met. Alana's tongue intruded into his mouth and went down his throat. Ellis's arms tightened around her. She ran her hands over his back. His passion rose. His lips locked with hers. Breathing heavily through his nose, he ground his groin into her pelvis.
She broke the kiss and pulled apart.
"Easy, muscles," she said. "I don't want you creaming my jeans. It'd be a total waste."
She shed her blouse, jeans and shoes then jumped naked onto the bed. She lay back on the pillows and raised her legs in the air.
She pointed to her vagina and said, "This, big fella, is where you stick your cock. Not this hole." She indicated her anus.
"Yeah, I know what an arsehole is," laughed Ellis.
He stood near the bed, his big muscular arms hanging loosely by his side. His torso rippled with muscle.
"Come on, muscles," declared Alana impatiently. "What are you waiting for? I want you to stick your cock into my cunt and fill me up with your spunk. I want your baby."
Immediately Ellis jumped onto the bed. He sprang onto Alana and started kissing her breasts.
"Fuck me now," she demanded. "My fanny's so full of juice that I'll be wetting the bed in a tick."
Ellis obliged. He guided his penis to her vagina and pushed it in. The vagina was so wet and slippery that his penis vanished up inside it in an instant.
"Ooh, that's nice," moaned Alana. "Give it to me, you big hunk of muscle."
He did. Alana moaned and writhed underneath him. She grabbed his upper arms and held them tight.
Ellis kept on thrusting into her. Alana cried out in the heat of her passion.
Ellis stopped.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Fuck me! Don't stop," she yelled angrily. "I'm getting so close!"
Ellis rammed his cock into her and kept on vigorously thrusting it into her at a rapid rate.
"Much better," she cried. "Keep fucking going. Don't never stop."
She grabbed his upper arms. She screamed as her body contorted. Her grip on Ellis's arms became painful. Ellis powered into her.
She grabbed his back and raked her fingers across the muscles of his upper back. Her eyes rolled up into her head. Only the whites showed. Ellis did not stop.
He could not stop. His orgasm was close but it seemed to stay just out of reach. Alana's mighty orgasm was distracting him. The mere fact she was a woman and he was fucking her was distracting him. He was fucking a woman and it was for the first time in his life. That was distracting. Yes, she was big and muscular, she felt like a strong man but she was still a woman. Alana's vagina was so different from an arsehole. It felt different. It was not as tight as Bryn's arsehole. It was a lot slipperier than even when Bryn had filled his arse with lubricant. And Alana was screaming in the heights of her orgasm.
The screaming stopped but Ellis kept on powering on into her.
"Oh, give it to me," she yelled. "Give it to me, muscles. Hit me, you big hunk o'muscle. Hit me hard."
And Ellis did.
Soon she rocketed into another orgasm. Ellis fucked her with unceasing vigour. His orgasm kept eluding him like a mirage. It was a good thing that he was so strong and fit. He did not tire. He certainly appeared to be satisfying Alana's lust deeply with his energy and stamina.
Alana seemed to be having orgasm after orgasm. They seemed to all run into one another making one gigantic tsunami of an orgasm. Ellis kept on thrusting into her at an undiminished rate.
Ellis started to tire from his spirited sexual activity. His mind went blank. It became entirely free of thought. He was like an animal, a stag in the throes of rut. Alana screamed into yet another orgasm. Her vagina contracted and relaxed in rhythmic pulses around his penis. That was enough to trigger an explosive orgasm. He roared as his groin erupted. He made one last hard thrust of his penis into her vagina. His seed squirted into the waiting hole. Alana raked her fingers over Ellis's back digging her fingers into his back muscles. She screamed in the heights of her orgasm as she felt the man fucking her reach his climax and fill her vagina with his semen.
When the storm of ecstasy had passed, Ellis lay quietly on top of Alana. He delighted in her strong muscular body. She wrapped her big strong arms around him. Ellis felt so comfortable and happy.
"My god! That was a good fuck, the best one I've ever had from a man," murmured Alana. "This could be habit-forming. God! It was good! It was an absolutely fabulous fuck. Thank you so much. Oh fuck it was a wonderful fuck! Thank you. You're such a hot fucker! Oh my god it was good!"
"Mmmm," was Ellis's reply.
They delighted in the closeness of each other's bodies. Ellis started running one hand over Alana's breast.
"Gee you got a lot of muscle there under your tit," he commented.
"Not as much as you have, matey," replied Alana.
She reached down and felt the base of his penis. It was still almost fully stiff up her vagina.
"You know, Ellis, I could go again," she said. "You're still stiff inside me. I feel like being a really greedy girl. What about you? Could you go again? Please?"
She wriggled around underneath him. She flexed her vagina around his penis and soon had him fully erect again. She ran her hands over his back relishing the solid mass of muscle. She raked her fingers over his thick bulging back muscles.
Ellis groaned with pleasure.
"I reckon I could muster another one," he replied with a wry smile.
"Goody!"
She pulled his head down and fastened her lips to his. She massaged his lower back vigorously. Ellis started thrusting into her again.
"Oh god, oh god, oh my god, here we go again," she cried.
She screamed as another orgasm commenced. Ellis kept on thrusting into her at a rapid rate even though he was feeling tired. She writhed and screamed underneath him. Undeterred he kept on fucking her lustily. Nothing went through his mind. It was blank. He was like an animal while he concentrated on fucking her with grim determination. She screamed like a she-panther as she went into one orgasm after another. To Ellis with what little of his mind was functioning, it appeared that she was having one huge continuous orgasm with many peaks. She was having a Himalaya of an orgasm.
By now Ellis had completely lost his anxiety about doing the job with Alana. He had already filled her vagina with semen. Now it was just the icing on the cake.
He roared as his groin once more contracted in an orgasmic seizure. Once again he rammed his penis up into her vagina as far as it could go. He arched his back and yelled as he squirted his semen deep into her reproductive tract. It was about half a minute of hard earned ecstasy.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her. She put her arms around him and covered his face with kisses.
"We're sure to get a baby out of this one," she murmured. "If not, I'll be back for more. With pleasure!"
She dropped her voice an octave. "I'll be back," she said in imitation of Arnold Schwarzenegger in the film 'The Terminator'.
Ellis giggled. He had a vision in his mind of Alana as The Terminator in the recent film. She had nearly as much muscle as Schwarzenegger. She would be good as a terminator.
He fell asleep.
He was dimly aware of someone else in the bed with him. He was lying cuddling up next to the muscular body. Thinking the person was Bryn, he put his hand across the person's chest to get a handful of pectoral muscle. Instead he found he had a handful of tit. Surprised, he opened his eyes.
"Good morning, starshine," Alana greeted him. "The earth says hello."
She pulled him into a kiss. He responded. He snorted with passion when she pushed her tongue down his throat. They rolled so that Ellis was on top of her. He pushed his arms around her. Animal lust roared up within him. She guided his erect penis into her wet sloppy vagina. He thrust into her powerfully. She moaned with pleasure.
The next Ellis knew, she was having an orgasm. That was after just a few thrusts. She howled in her ecstatic joy. Other orgasms followed one after the other. Ellis was still sleep befuddled. He was like an animal, a wild stag fucking his hind. Alana was having another of her orgasmic peaks when he screamed as an orgasm hit him like an express train. Once more he filled her with his semen.
Afterwards they lay quietly together with Ellis on top of Alana. She held him tight with her strong arms wrapped around Ellis's body. He relished the closeness. The thought wandered across his mind that perhaps he could be a heterosexual. Or perhaps he would swing both ways, like be a bisexual. He knew he would never leave Bryn willingly and he really loved Bryn. He loved the sex with Bryn as well. It was the icing on the cake. He did not think that he could tolerate a long-term relationship with a woman. For him it had to be another man and Bryn was definitely that man.
"Penny for your thoughts, lover boy," murmured Alana.
Ellis did a swift mental gear change.
"You know, this is the first time I've ever had sex with a woman," he said. "It was great."
"Yeah, it was a fucking roaring success, Ellis. What a fantastic fucking night we had! You're one fucking hot lover! You'd never think you were gay. And I'm just wondering how long we got before your boyfriend starts hammering on the door."
Ellis laughed.
"I don't think he's that bad," he said.
Alana pursed her lips.
"Hmm," she said. "Doctor Powys! Maybe."
Then she laughed.
"You really do love him," she stated.
"Yeah, I do."
"'Cors you do!" she laughed. "Just wondering. So, do you fuck Doctor Powys lots?"
"Yep. As often as I can, like pretty well every day."
"Hmm. Maybe that's why he's being so nice to people nowadays. And that's why he's so happy and cheerful. He obviously needs a hot fucker like you up his arse to keep him happy. He used to be a real bastard. Keep up the good work, Ellis. Keep fucking The Doctor. Make him bearable for the rest of humanity. Christabelle will thank you from the bottom of her heart."
Ellis laughed, "Yeah! Sure will!"
"Anyhow, feel like some breakfast? I sure do. I'm so hungry I could eat the crutch out of a rag doll."
Ellis laughed heartily.
"Maybe you're pregnant," he chuckled.
"Maybe I am," giggled Alana. "Mind you, I wouldn't mind a few more rounds of sex with you. I had the best sex ever with a man last night with you. Maybe it helps when the man's gay like you. God! It was good!"
She smiled broadly.
"And my fanny is feeling so bloody well used it's getting a little sore," she continued. "I reckon we'd better give it a rest for a while. Anyhow, I gotta go and get some breakfast before I bloody starve to death."
They pulled on their clothes and left the room. Ellis had left his shirt somewhere downstairs so he wore just his jeans and desert boots.
The house was huge. Ellis and Alana wandered around the upper floor until they found the stairs. Downstairs they heard distant voices. They tracked the noises down a passageway to the eastern end of the house.
They reached the door from where the sound of voices was emanating. It was open. A sunlit room lay beyond. Through the door Ellis could see that the room looked out over The Esplanade to the clear waters of Hunters Bay on Sydney Harbour. It was truly a multi-million dollar view. The water sparkled in the morning sun.
They heard Roman say, "I just love being in bed with a hot muscular man. I love feeling the warmth of all that muscle and Bill's my favourite hot water bottle."
"Is that all he is to you, Roman? A bloody hot water bottle!" asked Bryn with a laugh. "Ellis is a real hottie but he's so much more to me. You can't be bored with him around."
"No, of course you can't possibly be bored with him when he's up your arse all the time," retorted Roman.
Someone gasped. There was a loud laugh from Bryn. Bill and Claire laughed.
Alana winked at Ellis. She and Ellis entered the morning room together. Bryn looked at them grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, how did you go?" he asked.
"Are you pregnant?" asked Roman.
"Maybe," replied Alana mysteriously. "How about some breakfast? I'm starving."
"Could be a good sign," said Bill. "I hear that women get really hungry when they conceive. What do you think, Doctor?"
"Could be something in it," replied Bryn. "The only sure way to find out is to do a pregnancy test after the women misses her menstrual period."
Claire said nothing. She had a funny little smile on her face.
"That long?" asked Roman querulously.
"I'm a patient girl," declared Alana. "But I'm fucking hungry! I want breakfast now!"
"Say please," teased Roman.
Alana poked her tongue out at him.
"Would you like some Quiche Lorraine?" asked Bill.
"That'll do for a start," she replied.
"Yeah, she's so hungry she could eat the crutch out of a rag doll," interjected Ellis.
Bryn bellowed with laughter. There was loud laughter around the table. Tears of laughter ran down Christabelle's, Claire's and Leonie's faces. Bill shook with laughter.
"Where did you get that from?" asked Roman.
Ellis jerked his thumb in Alana's direction.
"Alana, have you been corrupting Ellis?" demanded Roman.
"Ooh yes I have, Roman," she replied. "I have spent the night corrupting this virgin god and having heaps of fun doing it. God! It was so good and my fanny is feeling so fucking well used!"
"Where did you get that one about eating the crutch out of a rag doll, Alana?" queried Roman.
"From a Pommy boyfriend I had once. And your virgin god loved it. And God! He was good in bed! He was even better than the Pommy boyfriend."
"I might have known! Yes, Ellis, you do look like a Greek god. Perfect good looks and a glorious strong and muscular body. People would go weak at the knees looking at you."
"They do now," put in Bryn. "They sure do. People stare at him whenever we go out in public. And you can see guys getting hard-ons at the sight of him."
"They do at you too, big fella," said Ellis.
"Yeah, alright mate. They stare and get stiffies at both of us."
"Ellis, have you thought about becoming a male model?" asked Leonie.
"No."
"Honestly, Ellis, you'd be absolutely fabulous as a male model. You'd do so well. With your looks and body, you'd be in so much demand."
"Look, thanks, Leonie but I'm not particularly interested in being a male model."
"He's a rich man. He doesn't have to work," said Roman.
"But, look, Ellis, you'd be so good at it," persisted Leonie. "You wouldn't have to do much. Just look gorgeous like you're doing now."
There was laughter around the table.
"Yeah, he is good at that," grinned Bryn.
"Isn't he a bit too muscly for a male model?" asked Roman.
"Depends on the context," replied Leonie. "He'd do really well modelling short-sleeved shirts, underwear, bathers, especially brands like Speedos. He'd also be good modelling with exotic cars, camping and hiking gear, like he's a good robust manly man. And he'd be good with tools too."
"He sure is," laughed Bryn.
Groans went up around the table.
"I meant the handyman sort," said Leonie with a resigned smile.
"He's very handy with his tool," chuckled Bryn.
Laughter and more groans came from around the table. Leonie rolled her eyes.
"Ooh, yes he sure is," declared Alana. "That hottie kept me amused with his tool all night."
"That's going," remarked Claire.
"Well, it sounds like you'll definitely get pregnant out of it," remarked Leonie.
"Yeah, I hope so," replied Alana. "If not, I'll be back for more. With pleasure."
"Getting back to the previous subject, Leonie," interjected Roman. "I was under the impression that being gay would kill any hopes of a guy being a male model. Most advertising clients wouldn't touch a gay model with a barge pole. And as we all know, Ellis is gay."
"He looks straight," stated Leonie. "He's very strongly built and muscular. The way he carries himself looks straight. He walks gracefully like a professional sportsman, a man who's very athletic and fast on his feet."
"He certainly is. He's into martial arts in a big way."
"Very interesting! He looks like a refined Australian bloke, a really hunky bloke with class, definitely not your average Ocker. He's got muscles and intelligence. We could use him to advertise high-class products like Breitling watches, cars like Porsche and Aston-Martin and clothes and accessories by Armani. He's a real fantasy object for other men even though in real life he is gay. In fact, I would think in that sort of market being subtly gay would be an advantage. It would add a certain amount of refinement, a little extra something."
"Thanks, Leonie but really, I'm not interested," declared Ellis.
"Shame about that, Ellis. You'll do well. I know you will."
"Do you run a modelling agency, Leonie?" asked Bryn.
"I own one," replied Leonie.
"Bryn, didn't you know that?" asked Claire surprised. "I thought I told you."
"No. You hadn't told me. I'd remember something like that," said Bryn.
"Bill, how about that quiche you promised me?" demanded Alana.
"Coming right up," replied Bill.
He picked up half a quiche from the electric hotplate in the middle of the table with a spatula, put it on a plate and handed it to Alana.
"Here. Wrap your laughing gear around that," he said.
"Thanks."
Alana took her plate and sat down between Christabelle and Roman.
"I'll have the other half, thanks Bill," said Ellis.
"Real men don't eat quiche," teased Roman.
"This man doesn't care," replied Ellis.
Bill laughed, "You're a real man, Ellis, by definition."
Roman pouted.
"What do you mean?" he demanded.
"You remember when I went to that lecture by Hal Wray the artist?" replied Bill. "You said I should go 'cos he's got some incredible ideas. One thing he said stuck in my mind. He said that a real man doesn't have to prove anything to anyone. That's true, very true. I reckon that's true of Ellis too from my limited observation."
"OK," Roman grumbled.
"Interesting thought," said Bryn. "Yes!"
Ellis sat down between Bryn and Claire with his plate of food.
He saw that he was the only one at the table who was naked from the waist up. Everyone else was wearing some sort of top.
"Bryn, mate, have you got my shirt?" he asked.
"Nup," replied Bryn. "It's around somewhere."
"We'll find it," said Roman. "Are you cold?"
"No!" declared Ellis.
"Ellis likes showing off his magnificent body," laughed Bryn and kissed Ellis's bare shoulder.
Ellis laughed and started eating his serve of quiche.
Alana wolfed down her serve.
"Nice entre," she said. "What's for main course?"
"Bill's bought himself an electric egg poacher that he's dying to try out," said Roman indicating the stainless steel object sitting on the table with a cord trailing to a power board on the floor.
"I'll have six," stated Alana.
"There's smoked salmon with that," said Bill. "And braised mushrooms and toast. Still want six?"
"Yes please. I'm a hungry girl."
"May I have the same too please?" asked Ellis with his mouth full of quiche.
"Sure thing mate," replied Bill. "Coming up shortly. There's coffee too if anyone wants some."
"Yes please," said Alana and Ellis in unison.
Bill poured them each a mug of coffee from the electric filtered coffee dripper sitting on the table.
Roman got up from the table.
"There's something I want to show you guys," he said as he left the room.
Bill finished cooking up the breakfasts and served Alana and Ellis who both fell on their meals hungrily.
Roman returned a few minutes later with a copy of the 'Sunday Telegraph'.
"Roman! What are you doing reading that trash?" jeered Bryn.
"What do you mean? It's one of the leading mastheads of the Murdoch media empire," interjected Bill.
Bryn snorted with derision. He locked eyes with Bill and a smile crossed Bill's face.
"Yeah, I could believe it too," retorted Bryn.
"There's something I want to show you, Bryn," replied Roman with a smirk.
He opened up the newspaper and spread it out in front of Bryn.
"There, Bryn. Your fantasy sex object."
"That's not my fantasy sex object!" declared Bryn. "My fantasy sex object is sitting next to me right now stuffing his face."
Ellis put his hand on Bryn's shoulder and looked at the paper in front of Bryn.
"That's Tom, Sue's boyfriend!" he exclaimed with his mouth full.
"Sure is," said Roman. "He's modelling budgie-smugglers."
"Yeah. Speedos," laughed Bryn.
"I gotta say, he's got a very nice body," said Ellis. "Yeah. He's got nice abs. He's definitely quite fuckable."
"Don't talk with your mouth half full, Ellis," reproved Leonie. "You..."
"You should fill it right up," interjected Claire.
"Oh God Claire," Leonie groaned.
Claire picked up a piece of smoked salmon that had fallen from Ellis's mouth.
"Here, stuff this in your gob," she said.
Ellis licked the smoked salmon off her fingers.
"You're an animal, Ellis, but you're such a cuddly animal," remarked Alana. "I could take you home with me any time."
"No you won't. He's mine," declared Bryn.
"Yes, Doctor."
"I love you," said Ellis through his mouthful of food and gave Bryn a slobbery wet kiss on his cheek.
Claire giggled, "You've got egg on your face, Doctor Powys."
"Thank you, Doctor Duncan, for confirming my observation," replied Bryn drily.
Ellis grinned. He put his hand around Bryn's neck and massaged it gently. He sensuously licked the bits of egg white and yolk off Bryn's cheek that he had left. Bryn had a big goofy smile. He relished the sensual stimulation. He rumbled with pleasure.
"I could do with a hot hard fuck right now, Ellis," he said.
"Does Ellis really fuck you up the arse, Doctor Powys?" asked Christabelle.
A quick intake of breath came from around the table.
"Yes," replied Bryn with a big grin. "Ooh yes!"
A shout of laughter came from Bill and Roman. The ladies became helpless with laughter with the exception of Christabelle who looked stunned by everyone's reaction.
Ellis kept on giving Bryn a big smooching kiss on the cheek. Bryn looked as happy as a race winner. He turned his head to Ellis and they promptly locked lips together.
When the mirth had died down, Claire said, "You're a happy man, Bryn."
"Ooh yes!" exclaimed Bryn with feeling.
Ellis went back to eating his breakfast with a big smile on his face.
Leonie came and looked over Bryn's shoulder at the newspaper advertisement spread out in front of him.
"Yes, that's one of my boys," she said. "That's Tom Lundgren. A handsome fellow with a good strong muscular build just ideal for modelling bathing costumes and underpants. He's really good-looking, don't you think, Bryn? Don't you love that build?"
Roman snickered.
"I'll take a rain check on that," replied Bryn.
Christabelle got up and had a look as well.
"Are all those guys modelling cozzies yours, Leonie," she asked.
"Yes."
"You've got quite a stable of studs there, Leonie," remarked Ellis. "I almost envy you. I reckon though that Tom's the most fuckable."
Roman burst out laughing.
Bryn put his arm around Ellis's shoulder.
"I gotta watch you, mate," he said with a grin.
"He might wander," laughed Roman.
Bryn shrugged.
Ellis was curious how Tom and Sue got together. Roman said that he had known Sue since she started working for him as his assistant at his art gallery. He gave her the job just after she had finished her fine arts degree at university. He had recently held an exhibition at his art gallery and an advertising agency had used the exhibition as a background for a photo shoot of models wearing clothes of exclusive brands. Sue was Roman's assistant. Tom was one of the models. Sue zoomed in on him like a homing missile.
"Sue the man-eating shark," remarked Ellis with a smirk.
"Rude bugger!" retorted Roman.
"I'm a happy bugger too," laughed Ellis.
Bryn turned to Christabelle. He said, "Christabelle, I owe you an apology. I should never have told you your name is spelled wrongly. It's none of my business how your name is spelled. It's your inviolable right. I really am sorry I said anything about it."
Christabelle looked at Bryn with a surprised smile on her face.
"That's alright, Doctor Powys," she managed to say.
"Call me Bryn, Christabelle," replied Bryn. "We're not in the Royal Prince Alfred now. We're sitting around the breakfast table with friends at Roman's and Bill's place. No need for any formalities here."
Christabelle whispered something in Alana's ear.
"No. You tell him," said Alana.
Christabelle leaned forward shyly towards Ellis.
"Thank you, Ellis," she said.
"Thank you for what?" asked Ellis innocently.
Roman giggled.
"Thank you for turning Doctor Powys into a human being," Christabelle replied.
"Bryn already is a human being," retorted Ellis. "He always has been. He just needed lots of good hard loving and good hard fucking."
Loud laughter echoed around the table. Bill and Roman high-fived. Bryn planted a sloppy wet kiss on Ellis's cheek. Alana got up from her seat and planted another sloppy wet kiss on Ellis's other cheek. Bryn put his arm around Ellis's shoulders.
"I love you so much," Bryn said. "I just love you so fucking much."
"Me too," said Alana.
"What did I do?" asked Christabelle.
"Just you being you," laughed Alana.
Leonie was weeping with laughter. Roman was laughing uncontrollably.
Finally Roman managed to get out, "This is so beautiful. This breakfast is so much fun, heaps better that I expected. I couldn't have scripted this better myself in a play."
"Your plays at school were always pretty ratshit," laughed Ellis.
"Bastard!" retorted Roman.
"He's a fucking bastard!" interjected Bryn. "One big scorching hot fucking bastard!"
"That's me," laughed Ellis.
"Yes!" put in Roman.
"You know, Ellis, we couldn't use you as a male model," giggled Leonie. "You'd keep breaking everybody up on set and the photography director would go mental trying to keep everything straight and in order."
"I would too," said Ellis.
Alana felt down Ellis's front. She ran her fingers over Ellis's bare chest and down the cleavage between his pectoral muscles.
"You've recovered really well from the operation," she said. "I can barely feel the scars."
"Yep, I have, thank you," replied Ellis.
"It sounds like it was a pretty bloody operation with the surgeon drilling holes in your breastbone like he's drilling for oil."
"Yeah, it was bloody, very bloody," laughed Bryn. "Blood was running all over the place. There was so much blood on the floor of the operating theatre we had to get a pump in to pump it all out. I tell you, we were knee-deep in blood. Ellis came through it fine though. He was laughing and chatting all the way and quoting Latin proverbs even though he was squirting blood all over the place and the surgeon had cut his magnificent big wide muscular chest so wide open so that you could see his big hot strong ever-loving heart pumping away. He sure is one tough guy. It takes a lot to kill him."
"Glad I wasn't there," said Leonie. "I would've spewed."
"That's total bullshit, Bryn," laughed Claire. "It was nothing like that."
"You're such a loveable bullshit artist, Bryn," interjected Roman.
"No, Simon Morgenstern prides himself on being a really neat and precise operator," stated Claire. "He makes the minimum mess and the smallest incisions. Ellis, you couldn't have had a better surgeon."
"That's good to know," said Ellis. "Thanks, Claire. Roman, I understand he's a client of yours. He's bought quite a few paintings from you including a Whiteley recently."
"Yes, he certainly is," replied Roman. "He is quite a connoisseur of fine art and he's putting together quite a fine collection. And Whiteley is becoming quite collectible these days."
"I suppose he can afford it," said Bryn. "Mind you, Ellis has inherited a good collection. Worth a bit too, I understand."
"It certainly is. I do feel it's a bit patchy though. I get the feeling that Mr Long just bought what he liked. There doesn't appear to be any system to it that I can discern."
"That'd be boring," declared Ellis. "I like most of the stuff that's up there."
"Me too," stated Bryn putting his arm around Ellis's shoulder.
"Oh dear, I do declare that neither of you have much understanding of fine art," said Roman.
"Roman, I get the impression you're an art snob," retorted Bryn.
"The wolf and the lion, a dangerous combination," said Bill with a smile. "Be careful, Roman."
"It was an interesting time I had at the hospital," said Ellis thoughtfully. "Roman, do you remember Fred Cunningham at school? He was the anaesthetist at my operation."
"Quick change of subject," giggled Bill. "The wolf has mercy on you."
"Yes, I do remember Fred Cunningham," replied Roman. "He was a few years ahead of us. He must have gone and done medicine."
"Yes, he did and he was four years ahead of us. Fred was one of my dead brother Barry's schoolmates. Barry was the one who got caught in a blizzard on Barn Bluff in Tasmania and died. That was in January 1959. I was thirteen years old then. I'll never forget it. Well, Fred told me the story of how Barry died. He was in that same group of scouts who went hiking through Tasmania that January. He told me the whole story. Now finally I find out what really happened. I get told more than a fucking quarter of a century later."
"What happened?"
"He said that Barry went looking for Jacko and got lost in the snow. Jacko had got separated from the rest of the group and he had made his own way down. They found him when they came down from the mountain. He was waiting for them. And Barry died in the cold. They found his body in a snowdrift a couple of weeks later."
"Shit! What happened to Jacko? I bet he felt pretty awful about it all."
"I don't know. I hardly remember him. Anyway Fred tells me that nowadays Jacko has taken the cloth. He's now Father Peter Jackson, parish priest out at Tibooburra."
"Yes, that's right."
"He turned up at my parent's place a few years ago while I was still overseas. He held a Memorial Mass for Barry at the Church of The Sacred Heart. The whole family were there, except for me of course. My parents really appreciated that."
"Dear God! I was at that Mass too. Heaps of other Saint Innocent's old boys were there too. Dear Barry!" sighed Roman. "I still miss him like hell even though it was over twenty-five years ago."
His eyes filled with tears. One or two trickled down his cheeks. The table was silent, expectant.
"Barry was a god," continued Roman. "He was a paragon of strength and beauty. He was a god descended to Earth. He was so strong, so muscular and so beautiful. He was the most beautiful man who ever walked this earth. I loved him so much."
The table waited silently.
"I loved him so much. I loved him more than life itself. I was his. I was Barry's. I gave myself to him and it was heaven."
"Er...," began Ellis.
"Yes, Ellis. Barry, your brother, was fucking me," declared Roman with tears streaming down his face. "He was the first man ever to fuck me. At first it hurt like hell as he stretched my little virgin arsehole so much but it was a lovely hurt, a blessed hurt. I felt like I was being truly blessed by his big cock up my arse squirting his wondrous spunk up inside me. It was wonderful, absolutely wonderful, the most wonderful thing that had ever happened in my life up to that point. Ellis, why do you think I was always around at your place?"
"Er, I thought you wanted to listen to my records with me on my gramophone. You know, all the records I had by Elvis Presley, Buddy Holly, Chuck Berry and all that."
"Didn't you notice when I snuck out?"
"I didn't think anything of it. I thought you might've got a bit bored or something."
"Or something! I was getting fucked by your brother. I couldn't get enough of him."
"Didn't anyone in the family realise? I certainly didn't."
"No. No-one in your family did. By that time your eldest brother and sister had got married and were having children. They'd left home. Anyhow, I was absolutely totally rapt in Barry. I loved him so much. I was his slave, his faithful little puppy dog. I was totally his. He was my god and he died to set me free."
Roman choked with tears.
"Roman, don't ...," began Ellis.
Bryn put his arm around Ellis's shoulders and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. When Ellis looked at him, Bryn slowly shook his head. Ellis bit his lip. He fought back tears.
"Ellis, why do you think I was always round at your place after Barry died?" cried Roman. "I was even going to Mass with you and your family. I just couldn't bear to live with my memories on my own. I had to have you around, Ellis. You were such a comfort to me even though I guess you didn't know it. Your whole family was a real comfort. Your parents were really good to me even though they were still grieving for their dead son."
After a pause, Roman said, "When you've got the time, it'd be really beaut if you could tell me the whole story, the story you got from Fred Cunningham but not now."
He gave a wan smile and continued, "It'd put a real dampener on things now and we were having such a lovely time. Sorry to spoil it all, guys."
Bryn said, "Roman, thank you for sharing that with us. I'm so glad you told us all about it. I didn't know anything at all about Ellis's brother until Fred Cunningham told us about it after Ellis's operation. Ellis, you never said a word about your dead brother."
"Tell you the truth, mate," said Ellis quietly, "I didn't want to think about it. I'd gone and pushed it away into some dark corner of my subconscious. So much has happened since then, including you, big fella."
"And now, thanks to Roman and Fred, it's all come out. And that's healthy."
Roman put his hand around Bill's neck.
"Thank God I've got you, Bill, my big strong fella," he declared. "You've been absolutely wonderful to me. You've made me so happy and you've soothed away all the hurts I've had in the past. You are my tower of strength. Thank you for loving me, Bill. I love you so much."
He smiled wanly.
"And I'm nobody's puppy dog," he declared.
"Thank God for that," said Bill with feeling.
"Um, Bill, did you know about Roman and my brother Barry?" asked Ellis tentatively.
"Oh yes. Roman told me about it very early in our relationship. We were talking about you after you'd inherited all that money from your great-aunt and you'd gone overseas on your big trip and the subject of Barry came up so Roman told me all about. Barry was Roman's first great love. I wasn't all that surprised because I'd heard rumours about you guys fucking about with the older guys. Then the religious brothers cracked down hard when the police caught a couple of Saint Innocent's boys going hard at it. One boy had his cock buried up to his balls up the arse of the other boy. Back in those days it was still illegal and those boys went to court over it. It was all over the 'Daily Telegraph' for weeks. That newspaper was having daily orgasms over those guys for ages. And a few of the boys got expelled from school for 'unnatural acts'."
"That term 'unnatural acts' makes me laugh," declared Ellis. "The priests of the Catholic Church are expected to be celibate. They're not allowed to have any sex in any form whatever. Certainly they're not allowed to get married. That includes masturbation and if a priest has a wet dream or any dirty thoughts he has to say a million Hail Marys. Can you imagine their guilt? That is just so unnatural! Yeah! Our whole lives are unnatural and they have been ever since we stopped living in caves. Living in a built house is unnatural. Driving a car is unnatural. Big cities are unnatural. In the Stone Age, which one can assume is our natural state, strangers were a real rarity who were always treated with suspicion. Often they got killed. These days we're surrounded by strangers every time we go out of our homes. What could be more unnatural than travelling in a crowded train with people pressed up against you all around you? Like on the London Tube! The Tube was probably the best way to get around London but during peak hours you were all crammed in like sardines and all the people around you are strangers whom you wouldn't know from a bar of soap. That is so unnatural being crammed up in total body contact with complete strangers. I've not used public transport since I arrived back here in Sydney so I wouldn't know what it's like here. But on the London Tube I've lost count of the number of times I've been groped by complete strangers. That situation is so unnatural!"
"You're so gropable, mate," laughed Bryn. "But seriously, it is sad when you think of all those sad and lonely people looking for a bit of intimate contact with a gorgeous hunk of muscle to brighten up their boring pointless dreary little lives. What a mess the human condition is!"
"Ooh, you're getting into heavy territory there, Bryn," remarked Bill. "And that leads to the question, what are you going do about it?"
"Oh God! Fucked if I know!" Bryn groaned.
"You are fucked. You're fucked every day so you should know," declared Roman.
"Oh Roman, you're back to normal with your piercing logic," laughed Bryn. "That's so good to see."
Claire giggled, "You certainly wriggled out of that one, Bryn."
"I shall wait. I'm very patient, Bryn," said Bill. "I look forward to hearing your answer."
"Why are you picking on me?" queried Bryn. "What makes you think that I have all the answers?"
"Because you're the genius," said Claire.
"Yes!" exclaimed Bill. He laughed.
"Yeah, it's a heavy burden being a genius," said Ellis quietly.
"Yes, Ellis, it is and I want you with me all the way. I want you to help me and share the burden," declared Bryn.
"Yeah, if I'm capable," replied Ellis.
"Of course you're bloody capable!" retorted Bryn. "Don't you dare think otherwise!"
"Yes, Ellis, you are capable," said Roman thoughtfully. "You're a lot more capable than you realise. I know. I can see your intelligence shining forth from your eyes. I've known you for a long time and I can see you're performing well below your potential. You could easily be the help that Bryn needs. You need to fire up those big motors you've got hidden inside you and rev them up to full power and dazzle the world with your brilliance."
"Thank you, Roman!" cried Bryn. "It's what I've been telling Ellis all along. I hope he listens to you."
"Oh fuck!" Ellis put his head in his hands. "Where's this all leading?"
"Only you can answer that," replied Claire.
"This is scary," said Ellis.
"You've said that before," retorted Bryn. "Don't get scared. You can do it!"
"At least I'm not alone."
"No, you're not," said Bryn as he put his arm around Ellis. "Maybe it's the two of us who're going to save the world."
"Bryn, how are you going with finding a cure for AIDS?" asked Alana. "I hear you're using the bone marrow cells that Ellis donated to grow white blood cells. Ellis is completely immune to AIDS, I understand, so that's why he's so special."
"You wouldn't believe how complicated it is," replied Bryn. "Ellis has got these really freaky weird genes in his genome and it looks like all of them are needed to give him his really bullet-proof immune system and I've got a hunch they've also got something to do with his ability to grow muscles easily and grow a big cock. It's one hell of a job trying to work out how his T-cells manage to defeat an invasion by the human immunodeficiency virus or HIV without getting damaged themselves. He's got the HIV antibodies in his blood but as you know, he's completely free of HIV itself. His immune system has cleared HIV from his body completely, even his semen."
"And it was bloody great fun getting bucket loads of his semen squirted up my fanny," laughed Alana. "God! It was good fun! And he's a real cum bucket."
"You'll probably get quads," laughed Bryn. "His semen is loaded with lots of nice wriggly little spermatozoa."
"Oh, we'll cope, won't we Chris," she said and winked at her partner.
"I guess if you have quads, we'll have to cope," said Christabelle with a resigned sigh.
"Anyway, Claire, what about you?" Alana asked. "I hear Bryn had to squirt Ellis's spunk up your fanny with a piece of laboratory glassware. Couldn't you cope with Ellis's nice big fat cock up your cunt?"
Claire glared at Alana.
"Firstly, Alana," she said acidly, "I could have been accused of unprofessional conduct if I had hopped into bed with Ellis and got him to have sexual intercourse with me, particularly if I'd done it at the hospital. Bryn was bloody lucky not to get into trouble when he hopped into bed with Ellis at the hospital for their first fuck. And secondly, the thought of a man's cock up my fanny filling me up with his man-juice is not particularly attractive to me at all even though Ellis is indeed a very sexy animal. I know you really loved having Ellis ramming his cock up your fanny but I'm not like that. I prefer to have sex with another woman. So, I'm a lesbian and I'm proud."
"So, Alana is a facultative lesbian and you're an obligate lesbian," announced Roman.
Bryn laughed.
"Where did you get that from, Roman?" demanded Claire.
"I read," replied Roman sweetly.
"What? The 'Daily Telegraph'?" sneered Claire.
Bryn bellowed with laughter. Bill was helpless with laughter. Ellis winked at Alana. They both laughed. Leonie looked conflicted.
"Ooh, the claws are out," giggled Christabelle.
"I read books, Claire, intelligent books," said Roman.
"Yeah, my books," said Bill.
"I'm so glad, Bill, that you're willing to broaden my education."
"Oh men!" exclaimed Claire throwing up her hands. "Alana, can't you see why I don't want a man's cock up my fanny?"
"Nope!" replied Alana smiling.
"Bastard bitch cunt!" retorted Claire.
"OK, ladies, let's keep it clean," pleaded Bill.
"You!" Claire sneered at him.
"Bill, I'd keep quiet if I were you," advised Bryn. "The last thing you want to do is get involved in a cat fight. I know. I work with most of these ladies."
"Oh Bryn!" sighed Claire. "I've got to say though, Bryn, you've improved out of all sight since Ellis started fucking you. You used to be a real bastard but, the Lord be thanked, you're not anymore. Like Christabelle says, you've become a real human being."
"Thank you, Claire," replied Bryn with a smile.
"Thank God that Doctor Muscle God Shithead has been transformed into a decent human being," declared Christabelle.
Roman giggled.
"Was I that bad?" queried Bryn. He looked a little embarrassed.
"Yes."
"Shit! Sorry!"
"You're forgiven. I do agree with Claire. You've improved heaps, Bryn. You're a lot better than you used to be."
"Thank you, Christabelle," replied Bryn.
"Bill, what do you do apart from being a kept man?" asked Alana.
"He's not a kept man!" exploded Roman. "He's my partner!"
"Same thing!" retorted Alana.
"Actually, I'm a tutor in Philosophy at the University of Sydney," replied Bill quietly.
"So you're a philosopher," said Christabelle. "Say something philosophical."
"You don't exist," said Bill.
Bryn gave a shout of laughter. Loud laughter ran around the table. Claire was weeping with laughter.
"What kind of philosophy is that?" demanded Christabelle when the laughter had died down.
"Scepticism," put in Bryn laughing. "It's a philosophy that goes back to Ancient Greece which asserts that truths cannot be assumed. They have to be proven. It was discussed by Plato."
"Very good, Bryn!" exclaimed Bill. "You do remember something from your philosophy class in first year medicine."
"Thanks. Yeah," replied Bryn.
"I remember you 'cos you were in one of my earliest tute groups. That was years ago. I was thrown in to tutor all these first year medical students. It was a thankless task but I do remember you, Bryn, because you were a lot more interested in philosophy than the rest of your classmates."
"Yeah, you were a fun guy," said Bryn. "You certainly made things interesting. I wish I'd had the time to keep up with philosophy, but, you know, things intrude like medicine and immunology. I really enjoyed your classes."
"Thank you, Bryn. It's people like you who make my job worthwhile."
"So you're a philosopher too, Bryn?" asked Christabelle.
"Hardly! I'm just a doctor," replied Bryn.
"I don't think so," said Ellis slowly.
"I think what Ellis is saying is that you're a whole lot more than just a doctor, Bryn," said Roman. "The same applies to you as it does to him. You're both a whole lot more than would appear on the surface."
"Interesting," commented Claire. "You both appear to be well matched."
"OK, Bryn, say something genius," said Leonie in a teasing tone.
Bryn blew a raspberry. Laughter rang out from around the table.
"Is that the best you can do?" teased Leonie.
"It could be heaps worse," laughed Claire. "A couple of weeks ago, Cindy, one of the lab assistants, said the same thing and Bryn told her he liked the way her tits twinkled as she walked. She blushed beautifully and all the blokes laughed their faces off. Poor Cindy, she is a titty sort of girl. She really didn't know how to take it. There are times when no-one can make any sense of Bryn is saying. Yes, you leave yourself wide open if you tell Bryn to say something genius."
"I was hoping for something better," said Leonie trying to sound disappointed.
"Knowing Bryn, that could be dangerous," said Claire with a smile.
"Yeah, I guess you never know what you're going to get," grinned Ellis. "I reckon that's the beauty of genius."
"Very true," put in Bill. "Ellis, I bet you've had an interesting time since Bryn moved into your life."
"Ooh, yes!" exclaimed Ellis. "Very much so!"
"Bryn, do you think that Ellis and his brother Barry might have had the same set of genes for immunity?" interjected Roman.
"I never knew Barry," replied Bryn. "I certainly never went to a Catholic school, being brought up a Methodist. That said, the answer to your question would depend on whether or not he was like Ellis and never caught any bugs like colds, flu, etcetera. Do you guys remember?"
"I certainly don't remember Barry coming down with anything but then he was four years ahead of me at school and it was more than a quarter of a century ago," replied Roman. "What do you think, Ellis?"
"Yeah, he was like me, I think," said Ellis thoughtfully. "I don't ever recall him coming down with any wogs. He was like me and he'd go off to school and sometimes he'd be the only boy in his class like me but he was way ahead of me. We had to go to school separately. I was his little bother."
"You were the kid brother."
"Yeah. Bryn, you remember I said to you and Geoff that my dad never caught any wogs and you said I probably inherited my dad's immune system along with something from my mother?"
"Yeah, I do," replied Bryn.
"I reckon Barry inherited the same genes as me," said Ellis.
"I reckon you're right," replied Bryn. "However, the only way we could prove that is to dig up Barry's body and get a tissue sample. I doubt very much though that we'd be able to get your parents' permission to exhume his body."
"His body would be pretty bloody ripe after twenty five, twenty six years in the ground and I reckon you're right about Mum and Dad. There's no way that they would give permission for Barry's body to be dug up again."
"I'm willing to leave it as a hypothetical possibility and leave Barry's corpse in the ground. I don't think knowing the truth about Barry would add anything to our research."
"Chicken!" interjected Roman.
"If you want to go messing around with long-dead corpses, Roman, that's your perversion," retorted Bryn. "However, it would be a really bad idea to cause Ellis's aging parents lots of distress. It's their son we're talking about as well as Ellis's brother not to mention the brother of his oldest brother and all his sisters. I believe one should respect the dead even if it is only for the sake of the living."
"You're absolutely right there, Bryn," said Bill.
"Hey, whose side are you on?" cried Roman.
"I'm on the side of truth, justice and the Australian way," replied Bill.
"Well! Hello to the Aussie Superman!" laughed Roman and planted a kiss on Bill's cheek to laughter from around the table.
"So, Ellis is a muscle god now. Was he a muscle god like his brother at the same age?" asked Alana.
"No," replied Ellis and Roman in unison.
Ellis continued: "I was pretty skinny when I left school at eighteen. I was about eight stones then (112 lb, 50 Kg) and I was shorter than I am now. I didn't stop growing until I was in my early twenties about the time I left to go overseas. By then I had put on about three stones. I was then about eleven stones (70 Kg, 154 lb.)."
Roman commented, "Barry was nothing like as big as Ellis is now but he was six feet and fifteen stone (210 lb) of solid lean hard muscle in those last Christmas holidays. He was a hell of a lot bigger at seventeen than Ellis was at seventeen."
"Fifteen stones or ninety five kilos at six feet or one hundred and eighty three centimetres, that's a big solid seventeen-year-old!" exclaimed Bryn.
"That's for sure," echoed Christabelle.
"I would imagine that Barry's muscle-building genes cut in earlier than they did with Ellis," said Roman. "That so, Bryn? Ellis, how old were you when you started slapping on muscle?"
"Oh, mid-twenties, I reckon," replied Ellis.
"Well, it's pretty obvious to me that Barry was a much earlier starter than Ellis but I would guess that they carried similar sorts of genes," commented Bryn.
"Yes, he definitely was an earlier starter," declared Roman. "When he was seventeen he was like a full-grown man. He was a real hunk with magnificent muscles."
"I guess he was," said Ellis. "He was the star player in Saint Innocent's First Fifteen. That's the school's top rugby team. He was everyone's hero. Golly, I wished I had muscles like him."
"Yes, Ellis, and so did everyone else in the school," returned Roman.
"By the way, who was Saint Innocent?" asked Bryn.
"The patron saint of their school?" asked Leonie with a giggle.
"I would have guessed as much," retorted Bryn.
"He was a nineteenth century pope, Pope Innocent XIX and he was very holy, so holy they made him a saint," Bill informed them.
"Wasn't he the one who was so holy that he used to float around the altar six feet off the ground every time he said Mass?" asked Christabelle.
"Yes, he was as high as a kite," replied Ellis.
Laughter rippled around the table.
"Ellis, you are bad, seriously bad!" admonished Roman.
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