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The Old Valley Road Hotel.
By Wombat. -------------------------
-------------------------- Part 3 - The Bike Ride. --------------------------
Finally, after what seemed centuries, the orgasm wound down and came to an end. Derek opened his eyes and was amazed to find that it was now broad daylight outside. The globes of the standard lamp were throwing a feeble yellow glow, overwhelmed by the sunlight that poured in through the windows into the loft. The orgasm had lasted this long? All night? He looked down at Hal, who still had his arms wrapped around Derek. His eyes were sleepily half-closed. His penis was still erect and still right up in Derek's arse. Derek's cock was still stiff also and still pushed in through Hal's navel. Derek couldn't move. Hal smiled sleepily. He looked really sexy. Derek kissed him full on the lips. Hal responded. He massaged the back of Derek's neck with his big hands, sending shivers all over Derek's back. Derek wriggled happily on Hal's body, feeling the mountain of muscle beneath him with his whole body. He held on to Hal's huge upper arms, enjoying the feel of the thick mass of muscle beneath his hands. He thrust his cock into Hal. Hal responded by thrusting his penis into Derek. They thrust happily together and an orgasm came quickly to both of them. It was a happy little orgasm, a coda to the mighty magnum opus that had gone before. When it finished, they smiled happily at each other. Derek felt completely satisfied and completely happy as he lay in Hal's arms. Life was wonderful. And he knew that he loved this man. He was falling head over heels in love with Hal. The feeling was much greater than with Mark. The comparison was like the pallid glow of the light globes in the standard lamp compared to the sunlight streaming in around it. His feeling for Hal was much greater and more joyful.
After a while Derek lifted his head and looked at the digital alarm clock on the bed-head. It showed 10:24 a.m. Derek's eyes widened in disbelief. Things were happening that just did not make sense. Just in the past day, there seemed to have been an adjustment to reality.
"Hal," he said. "That huge orgasm we had last night lasted all night! It must have gone on for twelve hours."
Hal looked at Derek with those deliciously sexy brown eyes and grinned.
"Yeah! It was pretty fantastic, wasn't it."
"But twelve hour orgasms? That's impossible!" exclaimed Derek.
"You, my lovely hunk, and I have just proved that it is indeed possible."
"But twelve hour orgasms aren't supposed to happen."
"Says who?"
"But I couldn't have lasted through an orgasm for twelve hours. I would have shagged myself out long ago. I would have squirted myself inside out! How could've I lasted all that long, for twelve hours?"
"Because you are a hunk full of spunk."
Derek sensed that Hal was just playing with him. He looked down at Hal who was grinning merrily back up at him. Derek shook his head bemused. He realised that he wasn't going to get a sensible answer out of Hal.
Another thought came to Derek.
"Do you want something to eat?" he asked.
"No, thanks. I'm quite satisfied."
"It's funny. I'm not hungry either. I haven't eaten since yesterday morning and I must have used up a lot of energy having sex with you."
"Yes, you certainly have."
"Gee. I must have lost a ton of weight." Derek was worried.
Hal ran his hands over Derek's body, feeling his muscles. As he ran his hands over Derek's back, Derek arched back in pleasure.
"No, mate," said Hal. "You have not lost any weight. In fact I reckon you've put on quite a bit of muscle, about 20 kilograms worth."
"Bullshit! How do you know?"
Hal grinned. "I can feel it. And you feel heavier."
"Feel it? How?"
"If you don't believe me, go and check it out. Don't worry, I won't be offended. First, have a look at yourself in the mirror, then go and jump on the scales." Hal grinned cheerfully.
Derek lifted himself up off Hal's mighty body, extracting his now floppy cock from Hal's navel. Hal's flaccid penis fell out of Derek's arsehole with a plop. Derek got up and looked at it.
"There's no shit on it," he said.
"No, indeed. You are absolutely right." Hal inspected his penis.
"How come there's no shit on it? And there was no shit on it yesterday, either. I didn't wash myself out. There should be shit on your dick by now."
"Are you saying you're full of shit?"
Derek felt confused. Hal was enjoying himself.
"No," he said. "But I wonder where all the shit has gone?"
"Somewhere else."
"Where?"
"Go and have a look at yourself in the mirror."
Derek went over to the jarrah mirror and looked at his reflection. He certainly did not look gaunt at all. In fact he really did look bigger. His shoulders were noticeably a bit wider by several inches. All over his body his muscles stood out more and were better defined. His arms were significantly bigger. He flexed his biceps in a double biceps pose and was surprised by the significantly bigger bulge of the muscles. His big thick biceps had grown bigger than tennis balls. His pectoral muscles had become a lot bigger and thicker. His thighs had gained a lot more muscle on them. His waist looked as slim as it was before. His abdominal muscles were a lot more prominent. Instead of a six-pack, they formed an eight-pack of rippling muscle.
"Verrrry nice," purred Hal on the bed behind him. "You look seriously hunky."
Derek looked at the reflection. Hal was happily, openly admiring him. Derek felt marvellous. His body was much bigger than he had ever dreamed was possible. It was beautiful. His cock stiffened into another erection. It was huge. In fact it looked bigger that the 8" length it was the previous night. It was much bigger than its original six and a quarter inch length.
"I'd better go and find the scales," said Derek.
"Not yet" said Hal getting up off the bed. "Let's just have a feel of you, you gorgeous, seriously hunky guy."
He came up behind Derek and put his great big muscular arms around him in front of the mirror. He ran his hands all over Derek's front, feeling his now well-muscled torso and running his hands over his muscular abdomen. Derek lapped up all the attention. He really enjoyed the feel of Hal's hands rubbing over him and the feel of Hal's huge powerful body rubbing against his back. His cock was really stiff and hard. It appeared about 10" long and it was still fat. The sight in the mirror of the two naked and muscular men, one feeling up the other, was a real turn-on. Hal grasped Derek's stiff cock and started rubbing it. His own huge cock was fully erect and hard again and, slick with precum, had found its way in between Derek's muscular thighs. Derek really liked the feel of that big penis rubbing along his perineum and between his legs. Suddenly Derek's groin and balls contracted in a pulsing spasm and great gobs of semen boiled up along his cock and spurted out all over the floor. His body stiffened all over, then bucked and heaved with the strength of the orgasm. Hal held him tightly with one hand grasping firmly Derek's ejaculating cock and his penis was still held between Derek's thighs. The orgasm was intensified for Derek by the sight in the mirror of him with all that semen squirting out and his newly powerful hunky body being held in Hal's arms with bulging muscles. The muscle hunk was being held by the muscle god.
Hal held him tight until the orgasm gradually subsided. With a groan Derek sagged in Hal's arms. He smiled up at Hal.
"This is wonderful," he said. "Thank you so much, for everything."
Hal laughed, picked him up and carried him over to the bed. He lay down with Derek lying face up on top of him. Derek loved the feel of the powerful muscles of Hal's front against his back. He looked at himself in the big mirror at the foot of the bed. His cock was still fully erect. Hal raised Derek's thighs up and pushed his huge cock slowly into Derek's arsehole. As he humped and thrust and pushed his penis all the way in past Derek's sphincter and prostate, Derek wriggled in pleasure and straightened himself out on top of Hal as Hal held him by the waist. His cock stood straight up. Hal finally pushed his penis all the way in. Derek felt marvellous. In the mirror he could see himself, this muscle hunk being fucked vigorously by the huge muscle god with the enormous penis, working it visibly in and out of his anus. His anus, groin and internal organs were being stretched out of recognition as they were being worked vigorously by Hal's huge penis. His heart pounded. Hal grabbed Derek's cock and started rubbing it with those marvellous soft and slippery hands of his. Derek's orgasm came like a shotgun blast. Something exploded in Derek's overfull groin and his spunk squirted from his hard stiff cock in a thick stream of white gobs all over his front. Hal held Derek's cock in a firm grip as he continued his enthusiastic humping and thrusting. His own orgasm came with a roar shortly after. The squirts of semen shooting up into Derek's body spurred him on to greater heights. His whole body tingled as sperm seemed to flood into every corner and crevice and fill it with a savage joy.
Finally the orgasms wound down to the end. Derek lay on top of Hal quiet and happy. Hal cheerfully rubbed all the semen squirted out by Derek all over Derek's torso until it was slick and shiny all over. Then he kissed Derek on the neck. Derek was too spent at the moment to raise another stiffy. They lay quietly a while until Hal's erection subsided. Derek's energy returned.
"Do you want to find out how much weight you've lost or gained?" asked Hal.
"Yeah. O.K."
Derek got up off the bed to look for the scales. He hunted around through mess on the floor of the loft but couldn't find them anywhere.
"Try looking in the cardboard box next to the table," suggested Hal helpfully.
Derek did so and found them under a pile of clothes.
"How did you know they were there?" he asked.
"X-ray vision."
"What?"
Derek looked at Hal, the great big bronze muscle god sitting on the bed and gleaming in the sunlight as if he really were made of bronze. He shrugged, brought the scales over to the bed and stood on them.
He was surprised.
"I weigh 103 kilos now! I've put on 20 kilos! That 44 pounds! I weigh 227 pounds now! Shit! That's amazing! You're absolutely right!"
Hal got up, came over and inspected the dial.
Derek looked at Hal in wonderment. He did not understand what was going on but he decided to stick with Hal anyway. He marvelled that he now weighed more that he had ever weighed in his life and he had more muscles than ever before. Here he was, weighing 103 kilograms. That's 227 pounds or 16 stone 3 pounds. He was now quite a hunk. He wished he was a bit taller, like 6 feet, but his body looked really nice and muscular now. And somehow, his body did actually look a bit taller.
"Want to see how much I weigh?" asked Hal.
"Yeah! Sure!" enthused Derek.
He stepped back off the scales and tripped over a barbell weight lying on the floor under some old newspapers. By the time he had recovered himself, Hal was already standing on the scales.
Derek went, stood in front of Hal and looked at the dial of the scales.
"What! Only 20 kilos!" exclaimed Derek in surprise. "You can't possibly be that light!"
"They call me Fairy Lightfoot," chuckled Hal. "O.K. then, lift me up."
Derek put his hands under Hal's bulbous buttocks and lifted. He quickly realised that Hal weighed considerably more than 20 kilograms. In his surprise, he dropped Hal back down on the scales.
He looked down at the dial, realising what had happened. The maximum weight shown on the dial was 150 kilograms. When Hal had stepped on, the dial had reached the 150-kilo mark and just kept on going. The scale was on its second time around. That meant that Hal weighed 150 plus 20 kilos. 170 kilograms! 375 pounds! Derek had wondered before what would happen if a really heavy person stepped on those scales. Well, now he knew.
"170 kilos!" exclaimed Derek, looking up at Hal in awe. "You are one big man! 375 pounds of solid hard muscle! Wow!"
Hal grinned and said, "All right now, lift me up again. You lifted me once, so you can do it again."
"What? Me?" he asked in surprise.
"Yes. You. You did it before, so do it again."
Derek obeyed, put his hands under the huge muscleman's buttocks and lifted with all his strength. Hal came up clear off the scales, much to Derek's surprise.
"OK, carry me around the room," said Hal.
Derek did so, carrying the big man around. He was surprised that he could do it. Hal didn't seem quite so heavy after all.
"Ha! Mate, you don't realise your own strength. You are really quite really quite strong, you know. You don't seem to realise how strong! Yeah, mate. You're one solid hunk of muscle. I'm carried away!"
Derek was dizzy with disbelief. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine that he'd be able to lift such a weight. He revelled in his newfound strength.
At Hal's request, Derek put him down.
"Now I want you to carry me on your shoulders."
"What! Me!"
"Yes! You! I want you to prove something. Go on now. Do it!"
Derek obeyed. He squatted down and placed his head between Hal's massive legs as Hal leant back onto Derek's shoulders.
"Now lift!"
Derek strained with all his strength and stood up with the huge man on his shoulders. He staggered under all the extra weight but quickly regained his balance. He stood up straight, quite taken aback with his considerable newfound strength. Hal ran his hand through Derek's hair affectionately.
"Did you ever play cock-fights when you were a kid?" asked Hal. "I mean the clean kind, the kids' game."
Derek shook his head.
Hal got Derek to take him at a trot around the loft.
"Ride 'em cowboy. Yahoo!" he yelled as Derek trotted around the loft. "You are my strong sturdy mountain pony and I like to ride you. You are my wild strong brumby."
"Brumby?" asked Derek.
"You call yourself an Australian and you don't know what a brumby is? It's a wild horse. The Americans call them mustangs."
"Oh!"
"Ride 'em cowboy! My wild and lusty mustang!"
Derek continued trotting until he started to run out of breath. He managed to put Hal's bulk gently down in front of the mirror.
"I must say I'm impressed with your fitness. And you are distinctly chunky. You are one strong fit hunk of muscle. Few men could have carried me around like you just have. You're really strong. I guess you don't know just how strong you are."
Derek stood in front of the mirror, his powerful chest heaving with his panting and glowed. As his arms hung down at his sides, they were pushed out wide a little by the bulk of the latissmus dorsi muscles under his shoulders. He couldn't help but be impressed.
"Let's measure up the new you and see how big you are," said Hal.
He spotted the measuring tape on the table, picked it up and commenced measuring up Derek's body and running his hands over it
"Chest first. OK, puff it out, right out. 49"! Not bad at all, a 49" chest you've got now. Waist - 28" still. Nice! Biceps - 19". Excellent! Thighs - 25". Very nice."
Derek stood there grinning, enjoying the process of being measured and felt all over by Hal. It all seemed like a dream. And he had this wonderful body. His cock stiffened quickly until it stood out stiff and hard in front of him. Hal looked at it with a grin then measured that too.
"I do declare it has grown!" He laughed. "It's now 10" long and 7" around. It's still nice and fat. You've got a whopper of a dick now mate! A nice big fat whopper!"
Derek could not believe it. He felt in a dream but it was a wonderful dream.
Hal suggested he measure Derek's height.
"You do look a bit taller" he commented.
Derek stood against a wall while Hal grabbed the tissue box and a pencil and marked his height on the wall. Together they measured it. Derek looked at it in disbelief.
"I'm 180.5 centimetres. That's 5'11". I've grown an inch" he exclaimed in wonder. "Whatever you've done to me, I like it!"
Hal grinned.
"Would you like to measure me up?" he asked cheerfully.
Derek nodded. Hal handed him the tape and stood in front him relaxed, easy, with his mighty vein covered arms hanging wide at his sides. Hal was truly huge. His massive tapering bull neck supported a fine and noble broad-browed head that reminded Derek of a picture of a strong, muscular and strikingly handsome Jesus he saw pinned up outside a Lutheran church somewhere one day. His long hair cascaded down to his shoulders but the fringe was plastered to his forehead. His relaxed biceps were the size of footballs. His shoulders were nearly a yard wide they were so big. The twin slabs of pectoral muscles jutted out six or seven inches from his massive chest and they were separated by a deep groove in the centre. His waist appeared quite narrow in comparison to that mighty chest but it was not wasp-like, just solid. His giant circumcised cock hung down like a large German sausage between two veiny thighs the thickness of tree-trunks. Derek noticed that the shiny smooth skin was flawless. There was not a mark on it. There was not a mole or pimple or scar or any blemish to be seen.
After being lost in the admiration of the muscle god before him, Derek set to with the measuring tape. The results were impressive. Chest 66"; biceps 26"; waist 36", neck 21"; thighs 36". His height was 6'3".
Derek stood open mouthed in awe. Hal grinned and ran his hand through Derek's hair. He pulled Derek close to him and held him tight. After a minute or so, he bent down and kissed Derek on the lips, holding him tightly. Derek's erect cock was squeezed tightly upright between the two muscular bodies. They kissed for a while until Hal stopped the kiss. He looked down at Derek and held Derek's chin in his hand. His eyes held Derek's mesmerically.
After a few minutes, he said: "Derek, I love you. I love you very much."
This took Derek by surprise. Of all his lovers, none had said this to him. But then, none had been remotely like Hal. This was something special and miraculous. He looked up at Hal in dumb adoration.
He finally recovered his tongue. "Hal, I love you, too. I love you so much. Thank you. I want to be with you forever."
He jumped up and kissed Hal full on the lips. Hal caught him and held him tightly up off the ground as they kissed with quickly growing fervour. Derek's cock was stiff and hard and he was humping Hal's belly as their passion grew. Hal held him tightly in a bear hug as the kiss continued.
Hal carried Derek over to the bed and lay him down on his back. Both their penises were fully erect by now and they were both panting in passion. Hal knelt between Derek's thighs, applied his giant cock head to the pucker of Derek's arsehole and started pushing his great big penis into his arse. Derek wrapped his arms around Hal's neck and his legs around Hal's waist as Hal grunted and pushed his penis all the way in up to the hilt. Derek thrilled to feel Hal's massive body between his thighs as Hal lay on top of him humping and grinding his penis deep into him. His own cock fitted in snugly in between the thick ridges of Hal's abdominal muscles and it slid back and forth easily as Hal fucked him vigorously. Derek had no difficulty supporting the great weight of the muscleman on top of him as they coupled in a frenzy. The mass of muscle writhing and humping on top of Derek and driving his penis deeply into him as he held his lover tightly with his arms around him drove him quickly to an orgasm. Derek let out a yell and a series of groans as his body shuddered in spasms of ecstasy. Hal came quickly after and with a roar shot great loads of hot spunk deep into Derek's bowel. It felt like gobs of molten steel charged with electricity were being squirted into his body. Derek's muscular body felt like a furnace inside with this great rod charging him up all over. He arched his back in the intensity of his orgasm, lifting Hal up into the air.
Finally, their orgasms died down. Hal lay stretched out on top of Derek with a big smile. He was happy and relaxed. Derek was supporting his full weight. He wrapped his arms around Hal's neck and kissed him fervently.
"Oh, Hal, I love you. I love you so much" he sighed with feeling.
"Mate, I love you too. I love you very much. You are beautiful, my strong young muscle-hunk."
Playfully, Hal ran his hands over Derek's shoulders and arms, feeling the muscles.
"You really are a beautiful strong hunk of muscle, Derek. I love you heaps."
"You only love me for my body," joked Derek.
"I love you for your body, your mind and your spirit as well. I love all of you," replied Hal and kissed him.
After a while, Hal said, "You know something? I've left my bike out the back of this place all night. Do you mind if I put it in your garage downstairs? I don't like leaving it out in the open because of the likelihood of bird shit getting on it and the seat getting sun-damaged."
"No worries. That's fine."
They separated reluctantly. Derek put on his black calf length work boots. Hal put on his boots and retrieved his keys from his jeans. Otherwise naked, they went down stairs, out the back through the open sliding doors and walked over to Hal's motor bike. It was a magnificent machine, a Harley-Davidson all black and chrome. It stood out in the sun gleaming and on the pillion seat was still strapped Hal's sausage bag left from the previous morning. Hal informed Derek that his bike was a '57 Flathead. That meant nothing to Derek but he was impressed. It was an old machine, over 40 years old and kept in mint condition. No wonder Hal wanted it under cover. The two men stood naked except for their boots in the sunshine around the bike as Derek admired it. The warmth of the sun felt good on their skins.
"Tell me about your previous lover, Derek" said Hal out of the blue.
Derek sighed. It was a beautiful warm day outside with the sun streaming down out of a cloudless blue sky. It was a typical spring day. The eucalyptus trees that surrounded the buildings were in flower and the air was heavy with their scent. The buzz of the bees and the drone of the cicadas made the air seem heavier and sleepier.
Derek sighed again as he saw Hal waiting patiently. He did not want to spoil the mood of the day but the recollection of Mark was like a cloud coming in. Hal smiled. His eyes were full of love.
Derek took a deep breath and exhaled gustily. He told Hal everything about Mark, about how he had picked Mark up at the party, the wild passionate sex, the death of the relationship, how Mark told him he was HIV positive and how used Derek had felt.
Hal was very understanding and supportive.
"Well, mate, at least you know now you yourself are HIV negative," he said cheerfully. "It's a bummer about Mark. It sounds you had a rotten time of it towards the end."
Derek sighed. He felt silly as his eyes filled with tears. Hal wrapped his huge arms around him in a bear hug. Derek buried his head in Hal's great hairy chest and cried. The tears lasted just a short while. Derek looked up at Hal and smiled through his tears. Gently Hal licked the tears from Derek's face. They kissed tenderly. Very soon Derek felt as happy as a songbird. Somehow he knew that an irksome burden had been lifted from him. There was now no pain associated with the recollection of Mark.
He grinned happily up at Hal who smiled back fondly. They separated and Hal went over to his bike to wheel it inside.
Suddenly the thought occurred to Derek that Scott Reeves might turn up. What if he should turn up now while Derek and his big muscular friend were standing naked out the back in the open? What would he think? He looked around worried, half expecting to hear the rumble of the V8 motor of Scott's utility any moment.
"Are you expecting someone?" asked Hal, looking at Derek quizzically. Derek realised Hal didn't miss a thing.
"Yeah, that young kid Scottie Reeves. He hasn't been around for a few weeks now. It'd be just my luck if he turned up now and caught us standing around outside stark naked."
"Do you reckon we'd hear him coming?"
Derek nodded.
"Well, then. No worries! Plenty of time to race inside and get some clothes on! Don't worry about it, mate. Is he a regular visitor?
"I guess so."
"Perhaps you'd better tell me about him too." Hal leant back on his bike and waited with a steady gaze. His skin and hair shone in the sun. It looked to Derek that there was a golden aura around him.
Derek took the plunge and started telling Hal.
He said, "Scottie Reeves is a really gorgeous young hunk of a kid."
He went on to tell Hal all about him.
Scott 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 falling over his forehead and bright blue eyes. He was powerfully built with broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips. He had been the biggest player in the local high school rugby team until he got banned for two years for grabbing some other kid around the neck during a rugby match and putting him in hospital. Not long afterwards, he was expelled from the local high school for punching Cynthia McBride in the face and giving her a black eye because she teased him horribly about how he couldn't get his cock up when he tried to have sex with her hot blonde friend Jayne Molesworth. Jayne had humiliated Scott utterly and took great pleasure in telling all her friends including her best friend Cynthia. Scott had beaten up several other kids around the town. He had started to acquire a reputation around the town for being trouble.
Derek told Hal it really wasn't fair. This gorgeous beautiful young man who looked as though he could easily fill the role of Superman in a movie was hanging around his place. However, Derek didn't dare make any sort of move in his direction because of the possibility that he, Derek was carrying HIV, even though frequently he ached with lust for Scott. And poor Scottie did not have a girl friend. All hell would break loose in the town if Derek gave Scott AIDS. Scott was the third son of the local plumber, Max Reeves and one of seven children. Max was a big bull of a man who was well respected in the town and the local communities in the surrounding area. He had a lot of friends. His two eldest sons who were numbers one and two in the family, both strong and powerful young men, had joined their father in the business, which was thriving. Scott was number five in the family with two sisters either side of him in the birth order. His father had made it clear to Scott that there was no room in the business for him as well as his brothers. Scott worked only as a casual labourer for his father and brothers. Digging ditches, digging up blocked drains and bending pipes kept his muscles big and strong.
Scott often used to come around and to use Derek's bodybuilding equipment. He proudly told Derek one day that he was 6'2" tall and weighed in at 15 stone 10 lb, or 220 pounds or 100 kilograms and that his biceps were 18". If Derek watched the big powerful lad on the equipment working out stripped to his waist and wearing only shorts, he would get a really hard erection. So Derek busied himself doing other things like creating junk sculptures downstairs in the garage when Scott was working out. It got to the stage that Derek dreaded hearing the rumble of the V8 motor of Scott's Ford Falcon utility. It was bright orange with black go-faster stripes and was one of those curvy creations built in 1973. Despite its age, it was still in excellent condition.
Mark had made friends with Scottie easily. He took a real shine to Scott's ute too. One day when he and Scott were out driving together, Mark persuaded Scott to let him drive. One thing lead to another and Mark ended up doing burnouts on a road at the edge of the town. Scott's bright orange old utility was highly distinctive; everybody knew it was his. One of the people living in a nearby house phoned Scott's father and complained vigorously. Max Reeves had flown into a rage and grounded his son for three months. Scott did not dare admit to his father that he had let Mark drive, so he told Derek. The sentence must have recently expired as Scott started hanging around again after Mark left. He had been to see Derek several times in the past two months.
"It really wasn't fair! He is absolutely beautiful. He looks like Superman and I can't touch him!" Derek finished off his monologue with a cry of despair.
"Well, mate, now that you know you are not going to give him AIDS, you can go and give him a good screwing," Hal laughed easily. "It sounds like he likes you. Particularly now that you've got that nice big penis."
"I can't. He's only 17. There'd be a hell of a rumpus if anyone found out and I'd probably go to prison. Besides, I've got you. I don't need anyone else."
Hal laughed and put his arm around Derek affectionately. Derek felt relieved of his worry that Hal was sitting in judgement on him. Unbelievably, he was actually suggesting that Derek have sex with Scott.
Derek continued. "Anyway, I like to have a man up my arse. I used to really lust after Scottie."
Hal grinned. "I'll bet you anything you like that Scottie's never fucked another male in his life. It's going to be pretty uncomfortable even for you until he gets the hang of the technique, which could be a while. In my view, it's much better for a man to be fucked first by a caring partner before he fucks other men. Then he knows what it's like and is likely to be more considerate of his partner. I know it doesn't always happen like that but it is the best way."
"But what about you?" asked Derek. "Wouldn't you mind if I had it off with Scottie?"
Hal shook his head and laughed. "Nah. If you did, knowing me, I'd probably jump in and make it a threesome. I don't mind. Really, I don't mind. I'm a big enough man not to get jealous. Anyway, do you want to go for a ride with me on my bike now?"
Derek stared. "What? Now? In the nude?" he asked astonished.
"Why not? You said there's hardly any traffic on Valley Road. I thought we'd go for a quick burn up to the main road intersection up the top. Anyway, if anyone does see us, they won't believe their eyes. By the time they've realised we've got no clothes on, if they do, we'll be out of sight."
"Man, you're out of sight!" said Derek with feeling.
Hal laughed, pulled on his black leather riding gloves, sat astride his bike and kick started it. The big V-twin fired up immediately and settled quickly into an idle with the sound of low thunder. Derek picked up Hal's sausage bag and put it in the garage. When he came out again, Hal was still sitting there on the idling bike. He looked magnificent, naked except for his knee length black leather bike boots and elbow length gloves with his long hair flowing down his back.
"Are you game?" asked Hal looking back at Derek with a big wide grin.
A little hesitantly, Derek climbed onto the bike behind Hal and put his arms around Hal's waist. Hal gunned the motor bike and accelerated away between the garage and the hotel onto the bitumen of Valley Road. The bike roared up Valley Road away from Derek's home. Derek felt concerned that he had no clothes and no helmet on, just his boots, but he quickly banished that concern and made the decision to enjoy himself with Hal. It was a real thrill to go speeding along on the bike with his arms wrapped around Hal's thickly muscled torso. Hal's massive body protected him from the wind. By resting his chin on the muscles of Hal's shoulder, he could see the road ahead.
Tall gum trees, eucalypts, crowded in on the twisting road. In some places their branches met overhead, giving the effect of a dark tunnel. In others, sunbeams from the afternoon sun shone down through the trees and dappled the road. In Hal's expert hands, the bike sped around the corners as if it were on rails. Derek clung tightly onto Hal's body, moving his own body in unison with Hal's. Derek found it exhilarating with the wind in his face on the bike speeding up the road. His cock had stiffened quickly into a hard erection and was now sandwiched tightly between his belly and Hal's back.
All too soon they reached the main road intersection 18 kilometres away up the top. No other traffic was visible. Hal executed a wide sweeping U-turn and the bike returned down Valley Road speeding through the gum trees. The heady smell of the eucalyptus oil coming from the trees in flower hung heavily in the still warm air of the afternoon and stimulated Derek's nostrils. Derek felt as though he was in heaven. He was on a real high. With delight he ran his hands over the ridges of muscle on Hal's belly. He continued down and stroked Hal's penis, which stiffened quickly into a huge erection. Derek kept on stroking it, happily feeling the silky smooth skin stretched tight over the steel hard rod and lazily wondering what would happen if Hal came as they were riding along on the speeding bike.
Derek continued until Hal grunted and said with the merest trace of annoyance: "If I'm going to come, I'm going to have to stop the bike."
Derek removed his hands from Hal's penis quickly but started rubbing Hal's belly instead as the bike sped along through the trees. Every now and then he would touch Hal's penis, feeling its steely hardness. A small part of him marvelled at Hal's iron willed concentration. His whole being thrilled in exhilaration. He was surrounded by awesome power,
There were bursts of colour as a flock of lorikeets flew across the road in front of them between the trees. They were beautiful, highly coloured birds. Hal slowed as the bike came up to a tight hairpin bend. They rounded the corner with the bike heeled over into it. As they passed the apex they saw an oncoming car. Derek peered over Hal's shoulder and caught a quick glimpse of a white Ford Falcon sedan about six or seven years old. The woman in the front passenger seat was peering crossly down into something on her lap. Her handbag? The man driving was staring fixedly straight ahead. He did not appear to react to the bike and its riders. Derek had a fleeting impression of unhappiness inside the car. Were they having an argument? As the bike accelerated out of the corner past the car, Derek caught a glimpse of a wide-eyed face of a boy pressed against the rear passenger's window. As the bike sped on to the next corner, Derek could feel the boy's eyes boring into his back. Derek could not resist having another feel of Hal's penis. Yes, it was still steely hard and stiff.
All too soon they arrived back at Derek's garage. The bike left the road and they rode around the back into the garage through the open sliding doors. Hal parked the bike next to Derek's Pajero. He got off the bike with a steely glint in his eyes. He kept his gloves on. The big muscleman's huge penis was still fully erect.
"Right, my lusty young fellow, there is a ritual we have to perform now" he said without a trace of a smile.
He grabbed Derek as he was dismounting from the bike. He placed Derek back on the pillion seat and positioned his boots on the passenger's foot pegs. He bent Derek forward until Derek was lying pressed down flat along the bike and positioned Derek's hands on the rider's foot pegs. Derek could feel the heat radiating from the engine onto the fronts of his arms. They were very close to that hot metal. The engine was tinking as it cooled down. Derek's heart was pounding. He wondered what Hal was going to do to him. He felt a little apprehensive but more he felt full of anticipation. His cock was still fully stiff and erect. It was pressed against the leather of the bike's seat. He could feel it throbbing against his muscular abdomen. His thighs were bent forward and his arse felt horribly exposed.
Hal stood behind the bike and placed both hands on Derek's hips pushing them down. His leather covered fingers moved around to the front of Derek's belly and the tips tickled his cock making it tingle. Derek was close to orgasm. He hadn't seen Hal like this before. There was something grim about Hal that concerned Derek a little. What was the ritual? He was trembling with anticipation.
"What are you going to do to me?" asked Derek.
Hal said nothing. For an answer he dealt Derek's bare buttocks two hard slaps with his hands.
"Ow! That hurt!" yelled Derek in angry protest.
Hal remained grimly silent and slapped his bottom again hard twice more. Derek's buttocks stung. He bit his lip and decided to remain silent. A bit of punishment could be fun. Hal's huge gloved hands pressed down on Derek's hips, holding him firmly. Derek could not move his arms for fear of burning them on the hot engine. His heart was pounding so hard and fast that he thought it might burst. He was a bit angry that Hal had slapped his bottom. He was also full of anticipation and he was perilously close to an orgasm as well. All his muscles were tensed up hard. His whole body was trembling. It was a peculiar feeling.
Hal's gloved hands held Derek tightly. They moved up to his waist, still holding it tightly. Suddenly his fingers dug hard into the muscles of Derek's waist. Derek grunted and writhed but Hal held him tightly. This was no gentle tickle. It hurt. Hal's fingers moved further around and squeezed hard on Derek's abdominal muscles that were tensed really hard. That really hurt! Derek gasped and grunted with the sudden pain. Hal pushed his fingers in harder and the pain increased in intensity. Derek grunted again and pain increased again in intensity until it was a huge hard throbbing ache.
"Ow! That's hurting me!" said Derek, his voice rising in anger. He was tiring of this. His abdominal muscles ached terribly under Hal's increasing pressure. There was no sensual pleasure to be derived from this at all. Hal said nothing but continued on. Derek grunted angrily with the pain and struggled hard, trying to break loose from Hal's tremendously powerful grip but to no avail. Incredibly, despite the pain, his cock was still as stiff as a ramrod.
Finally, Hal relaxed his vice-like grip on Derek's abdominal muscles and the pain ceased. He still held Derek tightly around the waist. His gloved fingers moved further in beneath Derek's front and arrayed themselves along Derek's steel hard cock. Just as Derek was wondering what further torture Hal was going to inflict upon him, he felt the fingers press harder against his cock. Suddenly his cock tingled as though an electric current was passing through it. It was incredibly stimulating and Derek teetered on the edge of an orgasm but was unable to go any further. He was still angry. He wondered what sort of games this bastard was playing with him. Then Derek felt Hal's precum slicked cock head pressing against the pucker of his anus. Hal twitched his penis against Derek's anus, tickling it unbearably. Hal pushed and Derek's arsehole relaxed a little. He had no choice. Hal's penis pushed in down the anal canal, squeezing past the prostate. Hal thrust in hard pushing his penis all the way up to the hilt into Derek's muscular body. He ploughed Derek's anus with that huge penis for he was worth, vigorously thrusting it deep into Derek's bowels until it came up next to his pounding heart, stirring up all his internal organs in his abdominal cavity. They seemed to be turned into jelly and set on fire at the same time. The sensation was so intense that it was perilously close to pain. Derek gasped and groaned with each mighty thrust that was now traversing the entire length of his abdomen. He felt as though he was going to be split asunder by the mighty organ of the god Thor himself. His cock felt on fire and ready to burst.
Some small part of his consciousness remembered that it was a tradition amongst some bikers that each moll was broken in by being fucked on the bike. That's what Hal, the huge naked muscleman biker, was doing to him, breaking him in by fucking him on his bike. When the realisation hit him, he laughed out loud and the orgasm hit him like an earthquake. He arched his back and screamed as hot globs of semen boiled up out of his groin and pulsed out of his cock all over the bike seat. His whole body tensed up into one gigantic muscle spasm. Hal gave a few more thrusts and roared as he ejaculated his sperm deep into Derek's body, making it tingle and sparkle all over the inside. Derek's orgasm continued on into status orgasmicus as Hal kept on pumping his sperm into Derek. Derek's consciousness blurred and became meaningless. The sole reference point in his universe was that huge penis up his arse pumping electric fire into him. His own cock just kept pumping out semen by the bucket load. His hands grasped the foot pegs in a spastic grip.
Finally, Derek's awareness slowly returned. He could feel Hal's big hands gently rubbing his back and his fingers gently massaging his scalp. Hal's penis was still up his arse but it was starting to go soft. Derek was utterly happy and fulfilled. He twisted his head around and looked at Hal who grinned back irrepressibly. Hal was happy. Derek loved that man. He loved Hal more than anyone or anything else in the world. He would willingly walk barefoot over hot coals of fire for him, he loved him so much. He couldn't find the words to express his feelings, so he just grinned stupidly and happily at Hal.
Hal's penis had gone down so he extracted it slowly from Derek's arse. It fell out with a plop. Derek just lay on the bike in a state of bliss. His eyes closed. He was completely relaxed. Hal came around and ran his fingers through Derek's thick crewcut hair. Derek purred like a cat. Then Hal kissed him once. Derek opened his eyes and realised that the bike's seat was not the most comfortable place to go to sleep. His body felt awkward. He started to get up.
"You right there mate?" asked Hal with a grin. "Want a hand?"
Derek shook his head, got off the bike and straightened up. He stretched and yawned. Hal smeared the gobs of Derek's semen on the leather bike seat all over the surface with his hands until it was a uniform sheen.
"It's a rare privilege for a man to spill his seed on my bike," he said to Derek. He grinned at Derek, a wide, open, happy grin. Derek stood there in a blissful high. His body was slick and shiny with his spunk.
"You are certainly one hot horny he-man," Hal said.
He came around and rubbed Derek's body all over, his pectorals, his shoulders, his belly, his arms and his thighs. He held Derek tightly. Then he kissed him on the lips. Derek loved the feel of Hal's beard against his face. He put his arms around Hal's neck and kissed him with a rising passion. Their penises became stiff and hard again. Hal grabbed Derek's bubble butt and held his groin tightly against his own, grinding them together in the heat of the rising passion. Derek could feel Hal's cock head up on his breastbone between his pectoral muscles. His own cock was pushed hard against Hal's cock. He was getting close to orgasm again.
Hal broke the kiss and stared at Derek breathing heavily.
"Do you want to fuck me?" he asked Derek breathlessly.
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