This is a story describing erotic encounters between males. There are explicit descriptions of sexual activities here.
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All the characters in this story are purely products of my imagination and are not based on real people. Any resemblance is purely coincidental and is not intended.
------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel ------------------------------- By Wombat
----------------------------------- Chapter 1 - Derek's Metamorphosis. -----------------------------------
Part 1 - Derek gets his wish. -----------------------------
Derek Powers felt in that awkward state of being in between again. He didn't know whether it was in between jobs, lovers, careers, lives or what. He finished his breakfast of protein rich muesli and milk. Then he chugged down a mug of protein supplement. The milk carton was almost empty by then. He should go into the town and buy some more groceries but he particularly didn't feel like it. He swigged down the remains of his cup of coffee.
There was hardly any traffic along Valley Road these days. Derek slept in the loft that was the second storey of the old Valley Road Service Station, which had closed many years ago when they built the Browns Hill Road that cut off the 20 kilometre loop that the Valley Road wound around.
Next door to the old motor garage was the old Valley Road Hotel. Again, that had closed years ago. The liquor licence had long since been removed. The big solid old stone two-storey building had a two- storey verandah all the way around the exterior. It had been built in the 1850's in the days of bullockies and stagecoaches, in the roaring heady days of the gold rushes that swept the then British colonies of New South Wales and Victoria in Australia.
The nearby town of Ringtail Springs, named after a species of possum found in the area and the springs that used to be there, was built on one of the many routes between Sydney Town and the rich gold fields of Ballarat and Bendigo in Victoria.
The garage had been built in the earlier half of the twentieth century. It was like many of its kind that adhered to the Australian architectural vernacular in that it was built entirely of galvanised iron around a skeleton of massive wooden beams hewn from the forest that surrounded the area. It was large and roomy inside which suited Derek fine. The building had been painted white many years ago and the sign of the flying horse, the one-time trademark of the Mobil Oil Company, still stood out the front.
Derek had bought the property that included both the garage and the pub and about 40 hectares or 100 acres of well forested land two years ago. It was surrounded on all sides by an extensive, heavily forested national park and was situated about three miles out of Ringtail Springs.
Derek had a big win in one of the New South Wales state lotteries and had decided to use it to break out of the Sydney scene and reinvent himself as an artist. Things had gone decidedly sour in Sydney and the money was very welcome.
He had been a payroll clerk in the Australian Department of Defence where being openly gay would have made life very difficult indeed. His job bored him almost literally to tears and his sparse social life seemed to have become one catastrophe after another. At the time he did not dare be open about his need for sex with other men and it happened very infrequently.
The win changed things. He spotted the property while on a drive out from Sydney and had bought it on the spot. He resigned his job in the public service and moved out here as soon as he could. He had been badly spooked by something in the derelict old hotel, so he kept it locked and boarded up and lived in the loft above the garage. In the old garage itself he happily pottered about making sculptures out of pieces of scrap iron and steel welded together. The place was full of finished and half-finished junk sculptures. He had not sold anything yet but he was sure success and fame would come to him one day. He was not really been trying to sell pieces. Money was not a problem as he had a very comfortable income from his investments. He could afford to wait.
The loft above the garage where Derek lived and slept was large, roomy and airy with many windows. Its length ran across the width of the garage building which was about 40 metres or 120 feet and it was quite wide, about 10 metres or 30 feet. It had been set up as a workmen's canteen once, so there was a kitchen set up at one end with a sink, an electric stove and a refrigerator, a bench and plenty of cupboards. The floor was polished wooden boards. Three laminex covered tables were scattered around at the kitchen end of the loft along with many stackable plastic chairs and half a dozen large tan vinyl bean bags. Exposed white painted wooden rafters spanned the room and many fluorescent lights hung from them. The whole interior was painted white, accentuating the airiness of the big open space. Derek had felt that the glare of the fluorescent lights was a bit too harsh at times so he had bought three chromed steel standard lamps, which consisted of a steel pole with three incandescent lamps clamped to it.
Near the other end of the loft from the kitchen stood the double bed where Derek slept. Just outside the door to the stairs at the kitchen end of the loft was a bathroom with a shower, toilet and hand basin.
Heaving heavy lumps of iron and steel around had built up muscles on his slender frame. Not satisfied with that, he had bought a set of gym equipment and got seriously into bodybuilding to even up his development. These days at 26 years old, he was quite proud of his body, 83 kilograms at 178 centimetres, or 183 pounds or 13 stones 1 lb. at 5'10", particularly his hard biceps that measured up at 15". He had worked hard on those. His shoulders had become broader. His chest measured 112 cm or 44". He had kept his hips and waist nice and slim. His waist was 71 cm or 28". His thighs were 23" or 58 cm.
Derek looked at his reflection in the long, wide, pinewood framed mirror he had found in a junk shop in Gundagai. It was big, six feet high and six feet wide and it could swivel up and down on its stand. That was one of two swivelling full-length mirrors he had up in the loft. The other was half the width and the stand and frame was made of red jarrah wood.
He had a thick growth of dark brown hair in a crew cut and sideburns down to the lobes of his ears. This framed a symmetrical, handsome face with big wide-set brown eyes and a firm jaw. He was quite proud of his lean and muscular body. He had little body hair, only on his shins and pubic region. His well-muscled arms and torso were quite smooth. There was not a sigh of any hair on his chest and none on his muscular buttocks. His skin was tanned. He thought he looked quite a nice-looking hunk.
Derek was wearing tight fitting blue overalls made of stretchy material. The long sleeves rolled up showing his nicely bulging biceps to satisfaction. The press-studs of the overalls were undone all the way down the front exposing his chest, abdomen and cock. He didn't bother with underwear. The bulge of his pectorals showed through the undone front to satisfaction.
Derek had been quite happy living on his own with only an occasional fling with another man. Occasionally he would drive the 125 miles (200 km) to Canberra where it was easy for him to pick up a sex partner. Many of his partners were married men having a little naughtiness on the side. Some of the flings had been quite unpleasant, so Derek became discouraged and only rarely went to Canberra these days.
This state of affairs lasted until Mark had impinged on his life around six months ago. Derek had driven to Sydney for a friend's thirtieth birthday party at which he had met Mark and persuaded him to come out to Ringtail Springs with him. Mark had just finished a two-year stretch in Long Bay Gaol for robbery and was ready for anything. At first things were absolutely marvellous with lots of frequent and passionate sex. After a while, things began to pall. Mark was a selfish slob and never did anything about tidying up the living quarters. Mark expected Derek to do everything for him. The mess went from bad to worse until Derek could not stand it any longer. There were many fierce arguments until one day Mark slugged Derek. Derek was stronger but he was no match for Mark's street fighting skills. The fight was short and ended in Derek's defeat. Then Mark had raped him hard and painfully. Derek had cried in pain but there was no mercy shown. Mark had just jeered that Derek was nothing but a cry baby and a soft pretty nancy boy who couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag.
Afterwards Derek had no choice but to throw him out. Mark caught the bus back to Sydney the next day. As Mark was leaving he told Derek that he was HIV positive and he had caught the virus during one of his stays in prison. Derek was shattered. All these months they had been having unprotected sex and the thought had never occurred to him. Too late now!
Derek kept telling himself that he was well rid of Mark, that Mark was a shit-head and a real pain in the arse. But he missed Mark with his curly red hair and his larrikin sense of humour, his laugh, his twinkling blue eyes and his hard lean strong body. Times were good at the start but they steadily went bad, then from bad to worse. It was two months since Mark had gone and still Derek missed him, missed the feel of his strong arms around him, the bear hugs, the passionate kisses and his cock up inside Derek's arse. The relationship was always one way. Mark had always steadfastly refused to allow Derek to fuck him. Derek didn't care all that much about it at the time but now he felt deeply wronged by the injustice of it all. He felt used.
He was absolutely terrified at the prospect of getting AIDS and he was certain he had become HIV positive. He cursed himself for being so stupid. He had always been so careful in the past. It was just that Mark refused to use a condom and in the heat of passion it did not seem to matter. Now it was all so wrong. He didn't dare approach the doctor in Ringtail Springs. He did not know how he would react. Ringtail Springs was a small country town and Derek was sure that the people in the town would have all the homophobia, prejudices and fears common to such a place. With Mark around, Derek was apprehensive lest Mark would give the game away and the local people would come to realise they were gay.
Derek would have to go to Sydney for his HIV test at some time. It was two months since Mark left but it was over six months since they first had sex. Their relationship had lasted four months, which was a record for Derek. However Derek dreaded the prospect of the awful HIV test result. He kept putting off the trip again and again. There were many times that he cursed Mark.
And now that Scott Reeves kid had started hanging around again after Mark had gone. He was only 17 years old but he was big and strong for his age. He was a good-looking young man with curly jet-black hair and bright blue eyes. He was powerfully built with broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips.
It wasn't fair, Derek thought. This gorgeous young man was hanging around the place but Derek didn't dare make any sort of move in his direction because of the probability that he, Derek was carrying HIV, even though frequently he ached with lust for Scott.
He looked sourly at his reflection in the mirror. What a waste! The blue overalls he was wearing had a slit opened up in the seam just below his arsehole. That was where Mark would come up behind him while he was working, wrap his arms around him, stick his cock up into Derek's arsehole and fuck him silly. Nowadays he would poke his vibrating dildo up though the slit into his arse-hole and jack himself off senseless in front of the mirror. He felt he looked really manly, muscular and sexy with his blue overalls on unbuttoned all the way down the front.
He wished he could stick his own penis up his arse. It was a good serviceable size, six and a quarter inches long and six and a quarter inches in circumference, a square cock. When it was erect it was nice and fat, almost stubby. However sticking it up his own arse was quite impossible. The dildo was no substitute for a real cock.
He thought back to his solo sexual activity that morning. His bed was a king size double bed at one end of the loft. Despite its size it looked small in the vast empty space around it. The bed was covered with thick black vinyl sheets with a textured surface that did not stick to the skin. The pillow and doona covers were made of the same vinyl. The covers were sealed up by plastic zip locks that did not come undone easily. It was Mark's idea and it was worthwhile as the mattress was a good one, worth looking after, nice, soft and springy, resting on a divan style base. It did not matter how much semen and other fluids got spilt on the bed; any mess could easily be wiped up, as it did not soak through. The dozen pillows were piled up against the dark red jarrah-wood headboard or scattered about the bed. On either side of the bed were two substantial red jarrah-wood cupboards that served as capacious bedside tables.
When he had woken up that morning, his body was still slick with the coconut oil he had rubbed over himself the previous evening. It was quite warm in the big roomy loft where he slept. The big mirror had been positioned at the foot of the bed so he could see himself lying on the bed. He lay there admiring his tanned muscular body sprawled on the black vinyl sheets. His hairless pectoral muscles were about two inches thick either side of the central groove. He massaged them with his hands, then ran his hands over his body. The sight of his well muscled arms moving and bulging as he rubbed his body and the muscles in his chest and abdomen working and contracting and bulging was a real turn-on. His cock, shiny with oil, stiffened quickly. He stroked it hard and the orgasm came quickly. Hot semen pulsed out of his cock head and sprayed over his belly and chest. He smeared the white gobs over his body sensuously.
He lay there panting but still he was not satisfied. His cock was still stiff and hard. Lying on his back still, he curled up his flexible torso and, locking his legs behind his head, inserted his hard stiff cock into his mouth. With a little effort and by propping his hips with his arms, he could get it all the way in down his throat until his scrotum was up against his nose. Sucking away on his cock, he was distracted by the sight of the hairless pink pucker of his arsehole in the mirror. That needs something in it, he thought. On one of the bedside cupboards was a thick tan plastic dildo eleven inches (28 cm) long with a built in vibrator. He smeared it with oil, turned on the vibrator, and, curling up his bottom so he could see in the mirror what he was doing, inserted the dildo slowly all the way into his anus until just the end was visible. It felt fantastic! His prostate being stimulated by the vibrations was really arousing. He curled up further into his previous position until his cock was all the way into his mouth again. One suck and he blew. It happened very quickly. Just a few more sucks and swallows and his spunk had ceased coursing down his throat. It was OK as orgasms went but he wanted more.
He uncurled himself and looked at himself stretched out on the bed in the mirror. His cock was still stiff and the dildo was still rammed up his arse vibrating against his prostate. It felt really good and stimulating. His cock was very hard. Tensing all his muscles so that they bulged sexily and clamping his pelvic muscles onto the dildo, he slowly, ever so slowly, massaged his cock with his strong right arm. The sight in the mirror of his muscular body all tensed up in the final moments before orgasm was enough to tip him over. Spouts of semen pulsed up hotly from his groin and spurted from his overheated cock all over his body. The orgasm went on longer this time. It felt really nice.
He felt he had enough after three orgasms. The dildo was all right but it did not feel like a real cock with a real man on the other end. It'll do. He had a quick shower and washed all the semen off his body but he left the oil residue on. His skin looked and felt really nice and shiny and smooth. Then it was breakfast time.
Now, standing in front of the mirror, Derek couldn't help feeling pissed off and frustrated. He was cross with himself. All he seemed to be doing with his life was masturbating himself silly, often many times a day. He thought about doing the trick again with the dildo pushed up through the slit in his overalls into his arsehole. In his present sour mood however, he did not feel like going to the trouble. Here he was, 26 years old and gorgeous and wasting his life completely. Soon he would be dying of AIDS anyway. All his pretty muscles would waste away to nothing.
He sincerely wished a real man, a good man and true, would come along and fuck him silly. He found himself praying to God for that to happen. When he realised what he was doing, he laughed bitterly. As if God really would care about a queer who was going to die of AIDS anyway! He realised that he had been praying several times over the past week or so. He felt really stupid.
He was going to be dead with nothing to show for his life.
He pulled on his heavy black leather calf-length work boots with thick built-up soles.
He continued looking at himself in the mirror. Even if he was going to die, he still looked pretty good and hunky and strong. He felt he looked quite a he-man these days in his blue tight fitting overalls undone all the way down with his muscles bulging and straining against the material with the sleeves rolled up showing off his muscular arms and wearing his big black calf-length work-boots. The soles were built up because they made him look and feel taller. He flexed his arms, admiring the muscles. Then he ran his hands over his body. It felt good, really good. The desire for a wank was getting very strong. His penis increased in size. It was circumcised and the head was getting quite fat. It looked very inviting. He put his hand around it and stroked it until it quickly became fully erect. He gave it a good hard squeeze. It felt good. It was quite a sight, stiff and hard and veiny. He grabbed the one litre bottle of coconut oil and put some on it, then continued wanking. The sight of his bare muscular right arm with the veins standing out masturbating his cock was a powerful turn-on, as were the bulge of the pectoral muscles and the well-defined abdominal six- pack. His body was really, really nice. His mouth opened as he started panting. His eyes took on a glazed look and he started to flush red in the face. This was good fun! He grunted in pleasure as his orgasm began. A volley of white gobs of spunk shot out of his cock and all over the floor. The orgasm came to an end.
That was the fourth time today he had an orgasm. Three times already he had masturbated that morning while still in bed. He felt he really was doing nothing else but wank. He was nothing but a wanker. He seemed to be becoming the master masturbator. He decided to go down below to the garage and do something with the sculpture.
He did up only the studs on the overalls enough to cover his cock. He deliberately left his chest and abdomen exposed. He clumped down the stairs. Well if he were going to die, at least he might as well create something. Even if it were not a masterpiece, at least people would say that it was a sculpture by Derek Powers.
At the bottom of the stairs he looked around the garage. It was a big roomy building full of not only all his pieces of sculpture, finished, sort of finished and frankly unfinished, but also old items of machinery, things like drill presses, lathes, band-saws, jigsaws oxyacetylene equipment as well as the trusty old arc welder he was always using. Along the road frontage of the garage were two glassed-in empty offices. Their outside windows had been painted over years ago with white paint. At the back of the garage was a nice antique wooden workbench, which Derek looked after and kept clear and clean.
After the garage's days as a service station finished, the building had been used as a machinery workshop making all sorts of things. That function had ceased long before Derek arrived.
Also parked at the rear of the garage was Derek's four-wheel-drive wagon, a Mitsubishi Pajero. It was a dark blue '95 model 5-door with a V6 motor that he had bought second-hand in Sydney when he bought the Valley Road Hotel and garage. He would drive it in through the sliding doors at the rear of the garage.
Derek got to work. He hefted and dragged the heavy pieces of rusty iron around. They made a satisfying clanking sound and the air inside the old garage that served as his studio soon filled with dust. He finally stopped and looked at the pile that he had assembled. The veins stood out like tubing on his arms and neck. He was hot and covered with sweat and his heart was pounding. His overalls were covered in wet patches. He certainly felt healthy enough. He did not want to die. The thought came to him that, well, all mere mortals die sooner or later. Oh, well! He might as well do something with his life.
He flexed his arms and admired the thick veins snaking along the muscles. He thought about wanking off there and then but no, he might as well get on and do something with this pile of junk in front of him. He looked at it. It was a pile of junk. He looked again and still it was a pile of junk. Inspiration eluded him. He just could not see what he could make with it or of it. He pursued the muse doggedly, but still it eluded him.
Nothing happened. There was silence except for a piece of corrugated iron somewhere flapping in the breeze.
He thought about wanking off yet again but he wanted to do something creative. The thought of masturbating just would not go away. He thought about going upstairs and standing in front of the full-length mirror in his blue tight fitting overalls open all the way down the front showing the powerful pectoral and abdominal muscles of his muscular torso and his hard fat erect cock and big black heavy work boots and oiling his dick with coconut oil and oiling the dildo and sticking the vibrating dildo up through the slit in the seat of his overalls into his anus and stimulating his stiff hard cock by stroking it vigorously with his hand and getting off on his hard muscular veiny arms sticking out from the rolled-up high sleeves working away on his cock and feeling the dildo pulsating inside his anus against his prostate and feeling his balls tighten up and the base of his cock become all hard, tense and heavy and then his cock and balls pulsating hard and strong and the thick hot semen come streaming out of his cock and spurting all over the place leaving great thick white gouts over the mirror. The thought stayed stubbornly in his mind. Try as he might, he could not make it go away. The next thing he knew he was sporting a full hardon that was really hot, stiff, heavy, hard and he had a heavy painful feeling in his balls. Precum had started to leak from the end of his cock
He was thinking that he might as well give in, go upstairs and give himself a good hard masturbation for the fifth time today. He had started undoing the press-studs on his fly when he heard the rumble of a big motorbike travelling down Valley Road. It came closer. It sounded like a Harley-Davidson. He listened not thinking much as it came closer. The bike slowed down, turned off the bitumen and onto the gravel car park in between the garage and the hotel then continued on around to the back of the garage.
The bike's engine was turned off and boots started crunching heavily on the gravel. Derek's heart started pounding even harder. Someone was walking around to the back door of the garage. There was Derek about to greet a visitor with his overalls almost completely undone and he was sporting a stiffy that obstinately refused to go down. His cock was quite visible now sticking straight up out of his overalls. Oddly enough, he did not care about any possible embarrassment. It almost seemed as though he were in a kind of trance.
A shadow filled the doorway. A man walked in. A humungous great biker. He was enormous, a mountain of muscle standing about six foot three at least, if not more, with great broad powerful shoulders. He had a neatly trimmed medium length full brown beard, big wide-set brown eyes set in a broad, open handsome face. His long brown hair flowed down over his shoulders and halfway down his back but was cut in a fringe that hung over the eyes. He looked like Conan the Barbarian with the enormous muscles on one of the old comic book covers. He was wearing a sleeveless faded blue denim jacket open at the front showing the huge muscles of his chest and abdomen as well as blue denim jeans with knee-length black flying boots. He carried a black motor bike helmet. His skin was well tanned like bronze and he had brown hair on his chest and forearms. His body was a huge massive mountain of hard, ripped, rippling muscle.
As Derek gawked at him, he realised that the man must have weighed well over three hundred pounds, probably more like 350 pounds. The man had wide, massively powerful shoulders that sloped up to his thick muscular neck. The huge deltoids looked the size of soccer balls. His enormous biceps bulged like full-sized bowling balls; they must have been at least 25 inches. His arms were massively muscled and thickly veined. His torso was, in a word, magnificent. It literally rippled with great big muscles. The pectorals were great thick hard slabs of muscle. His abdominal muscles were more than a six pack; they were a mountain range. His belly looked like that of a cartoon super hero, it was so muscular. His torso tapered into what appeared to be quite a slim waist that was still heavily muscled. His jeans were stretched tightly over long powerful legs that were as thick as wooden fence strainer posts.
Derek was unable to utter a word, struck dumb by the vision before him. His visitor grinned a big slow happy grin.
"I see you are ready and rearing to go," he said in a deep bass, very male voice. He sounded amused as he looked at Derek with his erect cock sticking out of his overalls.
Derek was still unable to say anything.
His visitor strode across the floor and stood in front of Derek. He looked him up and down.
"You're one hot hunk," he said.
As he spoke, he undid the last of the studs holding Derek's penis inside the overalls and held it in his big hand, which was surprisingly soft, as if he were using hand cream. By then, Derek's penis was hot, hard, purple and fat with veins standing out all over. It couldn't get any stiffer. The man stroked Derek's penis gently and Derek thought he was about to come. He removed his hand and ran it over Derek's body. Then he took off his denim jacket and flexed a double biceps pose. Huge bulging lats each side of his torso formed a massive triangle of muscle as they thrust down into his waist. He went into a posing routine in front of Derek, flexing his huge muscles for Derek's delectation. He flexed his triceps and biceps and showed off the big rippling muscles on his mighty torso. The man was fit, hard and very ripped. He must have hardly any body fat, Derek thought. He turned his back, flex a double biceps pose and let Derek admire the rippling muscles on his back. He turned side on, flexed his huge triceps and stuck his enormous pectoral muscles out in front. Then he turned full on and flexed another double biceps pose. The heavily veined biceps were insanely huge, the size of footballs. Derek's erection was so hard and strong that it seemed he was beyond orgasm. He just seemed to be stuck on the edge of a huge orgasm and could go no further.
Suddenly the man lifted Derek up off his feet easily and kissed him passionately. His tongue thrust down into Derek's willing mouth. The beard hairs tickled Derek's smooth face. Derek looked deeply into the man's eyes. His hands roved all over Derek's body feeling everywhere. One of his fingers found the slit in the seat of the overalls, went straight through and started massaging Derek's arsehole. Derek twitched and groaned with pleasure. The man was so strong and powerful.
"You really are hot," said the man cheerfully.
The thick finger slipped into Derek's arsehole as if it were lubricated and started massaging his prostate. Derek was so close to orgasm, but he couldn't come. The man withdrew his finger and carried Derek in his arms over to the antique workbench. He lay Derek out flat on his back along the surface with his buttocks resting on the edge.
The man undid the top button of his jeans and unzipped his fly. Out came the biggest penis Derek had ever seen. It was truly enormous; it was fully erect, long and thick and covered with veins. It had a big purple cock head the size of a cue ball or an apple. The penis itself must have been well over a foot long, more like 15 inches, and thicker than a coke can.
Derek's eyes widened with amazement and apprehension when he saw it. His heart was pounding furiously as he realised that this huge muscular barbarian was going fuck him with that huge penis. His own cock was as hard and as erect as it had ever been. In fact it was painful, deliciously so. Precum was dribbling steadily from the opening at the end and his cock actually seemed bigger than it had ever been before, at least seven inches, almost eight. It was certainly not going to go down of its own accord.
The man laughed not unkindly when he saw Derek's apprehension. "Don't worry, mate," he said. "It won't hurt a bit. The bigger the cock, the bigger the bang, and the Big Banger is going to take you to the Big Bang."
So saying, the man lifted Derek's legs straight up in the air legs putting the boots over his massive shoulders resting them each side of his thick muscular neck. He massaged Derek's muscular overall clad thighs with his hands, then moved his hands to Derek's cock, stroking it and masturbating him until his erection become even more intense. Then the man pushed his huge penis up into the slit in the seat of Derek's overalls and up against Derek's anus where he wriggled the cock head against Derek's anus stimulating it unbearably. The man pushed his penis in some more and the great cock head penetrated into his anus. Again Derek had that funny feeling it was lubricated. His anus was stretched more than it had ever been before as that huge cock penetrated past the anal sphincter muscles into him, but it did not hurt one little bit. In fact it felt wonderful. The sensations were just pure arousing pleasure. He wriggled a bit and the man pushed in more of his huge penis until it came up against the prostate massaging it deliciously. It rested there for just a few seconds. The man wriggled his penis and Derek almost ejaculated. Derek's own penis felt painfully tight, erect and hard. The man thrust that huge penis thrust deeper and deeper into Derek's bowels. Derek was delirious with pleasure and happiness. He had never been fucked like this before. Even if he died now, it would have been worth every bit of it. The man's great penis penetrated deep into Derek's abdomen and on up under his ribs until it almost seemed to touch his heart. Derek writhed and groaned with the utmost ecstasy on the workbench. When the man was satisfied that he had buried his enormous penis right up to the hilt in Derek's arsehole, he lifted Derek up off the workbench still impaled on his penis and clasped him to the front of his mighty body.
The man held Derek's body to the front of his body, sweaty front against sweaty front. He kept Derek lifted up off the ground with Derek's work-boots still around his neck. Derek was nearly out of his mind with the intense pleasure of feeling of the huge penis rammed hard into his arse through the slit in the seat of the overalls and deep up into his body. His own body felt incredibly stimulated throughout. He looked down at his own penis, bigger and stiffer and harder and more purple than ever before as it sat snugly in the valley in the centre of the man's abdomen between the two mighty ridges of muscle. The man started thrusting in and out, massaging and stimulating all the contents of Derek's torso. It was the most glorious feeling. The man leant back against one of the wooden uprights of the garage and kept on thrusting. Derek came to an absolutely huge orgasm with a great shout and shot his semen all over the man's hairy chest. The orgasm went on and on and on without a stop, seemingly forever. He arched his back and writhed with the utmost pleasure. He screamed and shouted his joy. The man kept on thrusting until he shuddered and groaned, then jerked deeply into Derek and shot a huge hot load of his semen right into the depths of his bowels. Derek's whole being tingled as he shuddered and screamed and ejaculated again. He arched his back and great hot white gouts of his semen squirted up the front of the man's chest and dripped down between the two men's abdomens, lubricating them sensuously as they heaved and thrust together.
The man clutched Derek tightly himself and started thrusting his penis again deeply right into Derek's body. Derek writhed and twisted and arched his back as the man rubbed Derek's body against his own. Derek's cock felt wonderful as it was massaged wonderfully in the deep rift valley between the ridges of the thick abdominal muscles. It felt big, fat and very sensitive, tingling with pleasure. The man thrust his penis hard into Derek's anus through the slit in Derek's overalls, ploughing his anus with utmost abandon and stirring his prostate and bowels as they have never been stirred before. Derek's arsehole and lower pelvis was stretched beyond their limits but it was the most wonderful feeling. There was no pain at all, only the purest ecstasy. That huge penis made Derek's whole being tingle with the utmost ecstasy as it drove right up through his anus into the centre of his torso and into the core of his being. Derek surrounded that penis with his body with great pleasure. The man kept on thrusting in and out moving Derek's body up and down with each thrust of his hips. Derek's penis rubbed up and down against the muscles of the man's front. Derek came to orgasm again. Simultaneously the man came as well, injecting his semen deep up into Derek's body making it tingle and sparkle. The orgasm was deeper, more powerful and longer lasting than before. Both Derek and the man kept coming and coming together again and again for ages. The man's front was slick, white and dripping with Derek's sperm. The man's body was shuddering with deep groans as Derek screamed in the utmost ecstasy gripping tightly the man's huge and hard muscular upper arms.
Being impaled on that mighty penis was truly a glorious feeling. Derek had never felt so marvellous before, ever. His body felt full of the man's semen and it was a wonderful feeling.
Finally, at last, after what seemed like ages, the orgasms slowed to a stop. Derek remained impaled on the man's penis, not wanting to let it go. He looked deeply into the man's eyes feeling feelings that he had not felt before.
The man looked back at him. Derek felt he could willingly lose himself in those eyes.
The man spoke. "Mate, you are one hot muscle hunk. You're full of spunk."
Derek didn't know what to say.
In reply the man kissed him again full on the lips. Derek thrilled at the feel of the beard hair against the skin of his own smooth face. He felt his passion rising again and kissed the man harder as he twisted and writhed on the penis still up inside his body. It started to go soft, Derek noted with disappointment.
The man pulled away a bit and looked at Derek. His eyes were twinkling with merriment.
"Mate," he asked. "Have you got somewhere more comfortable where we can continue our fucking?"
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