Old Valley Road Hotel

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---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel.

By Wombat. ------------------------- Any constructive comments are appreciated. I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'. ------------------------------------

Chapter 4 Part 7.

------------------------------------ Part 33: Hot Rod ------------------------------------

Rod led Scott into a big room at the front of the house. The windows were covered with thick red velvet drapes that were closed. There was plenty of light however from the two main light fittings and the sconces around the walls. The walls were painted a very pale beige and on the polished floor were a few occasional rugs. Four 1930s style armchairs were arranged around the fireplace in the wall opposite the windows.

Near the window were several gleaming aluminium boxes. Rob opened them up and took out his photographic equipment. He busied himself setting up the camera on a tripod and a large slave flash also on a tripod. He loaded the camera with a big canister of film. Scott watched.

"OK, Ramzilla," said Rod. "Let's do it. Let's get that fantastic body of yours on film."

Rod asked Scott his statistics and was astounded to find out just how big Scott was. He was blown away when Scott told him that he weighed well over 450 pounds. And he had the muscles to match.

Rod could scarcely credit what he heard. Just to make sure, he ran a measuring tape over Scott's utterly magnificent body. The results were amazing. Rod had difficulty believing what he saw. Scott was absolutely huge but it was not until Rod saw the measurements on the tape that he realised just how massive Scott was. Scott's biceps were 28 inches; his chest was 69 inches; thighs were 35 inches. His waist was a tiny 33 inches, smaller than his thighs. Scott was the biggest and most muscular man that Rod had ever seen.

Before the photo shoot started, Rod rubbed baby oil all over Scott's body. Scott got aroused by feeling Rod's hands rubbing the oil over his body. Rod enjoyed it too. He loved the feel of Scott's huge muscles.

Scott's body glistened in the lights. Every muscle, every vein, sinew and striation stood out in stark relief.

At first Rod photographed Scott wearing his blue Speedos, his baseball cap and work boots. Scott went through a number of poses while Rod's camera clicked and whirred and the flashes flashed. His mighty muscles bulged hugely.

"Oh Ramzilla," crowed Rod. "You are mighty. Those huge muscles of yours are amazing. God, you're hot. And I really love that curly black hair and those blazing blue eyes of yours. You look like Superman. In fact Superman would be green with envy at that body of yours."

He grinned wickedly. "Let's make you hotter still."

He rubbed Scott's penis until it stiffened almost to the point of bursting out of the Speedos. It still pointed down but the bathers were straining to hold it all in. Rod took more photos.

Rod got Scott to remove his Speedos but to keep his boots and baseball cap on. With relish, Rod squatted down and rubbed baby oil over Scott's naked buttocks and groin. He paid particular attention to Scott's penis and scrotum. Scott's huge penis was so steely hard and stiff that it ached. So did his balls. His steel hard cock stood up at an angle from his belly glistening with oil while Rod ran his hand over Scott's balls and cock.

"You know," said Rod. "That is sure one mighty cock. That would have to be the biggest cock that I ever seen."

He got out the measuring tape again and stretched it along the length of Scott's erect penis. He whistled in amazement when he saw that it measured 13 inches. Its width was 2.75 inches, thicker than a coke can.

Rod sensuously stroked Scott's huge cock with his oily hand, relishing the experience. Scott felt the sexual tension rising in his groin. He groaned as orgasm approached. Precum dribbled out of the hole in the end of his penis.

Rod grabbed Scott's testicles and yanked them sharply downwards. Scott gasped in the sudden pain.

"Jesus, you're one huge hot horny fucker," exclaimed Rod.

Scott's penis deflated a minuscule amount with the pain of the sudden yank on his balls but it stopped the approach of the orgasm. Rod soon had it fully stiff and hard again with his ministrations.

Scott was really horny. When Rod stood up, Scott saw that Rod's board shorts were tented out with his erection.

Rod took more photos of Scott naked with his huge erect cock sticking out in front and his mighty muscles bulging. Scott's whole body glistened with oil in the lights. Every now and then Scott's cock would droop again and Rod would rub it up until it was massively stiff and hard again.

Rod got Scott to remove his boots and baseball cap and took more photographs of Scott's magnificently naked body. Scott's cock was so stiff and hard now that it leaked precum onto the polished wooden floor. Rod's own cock still tented out the front of his board shorts.

"Jesus, my cock's so fucking stiff from just looking at you," said Rod. "Christ, Ramzilla, you're the hottest thing alive. And that huge cock of yours is the biggest I ever seen on a human being. It's bigger than a bull elephant's dick. I'd never fit a cock that size up my ass in a million years. You'd rip my ass to kingdom come."

He came up behind Scott and rubbed both his hands his hands sensuously over the huge glistening muscles of the front of Scott's naked body. Scott's mighty cock stood proudly to attention like a flagpole out in front of him.

"Christ, I'm horny," said Rod as he continued to rub his hands gleefully over Scott's muscles and rub his front over Scott's massively muscled back. "I'd do anything to have sex with you. You're the hottest man I ever met."

He paused.

He rested his chin on Scott's shoulder. "Can I fuck you please? You've gotten me stirred up real bad. It's a real long time since I got to feel like this about another guy. I want to fuck you real bad. You know, it's a real long time since I've come with anyone, but I've gotten real horny over you."

Scott hesitated. He was not sure about letting another man up his arse but he liked Rod and he felt attracted to him. It might be fun to be fucked by another man and Rod appeared to have had some experience. However, it was a big step.

Rod misinterpreted Scott's hesitation.

"Look," he said. "I'll give you another five thousand dollars if you'll let me fuck you. I think you're absolutely wonderful. You're the sexiest guy I ever met. But if I let you fuck me with that monster of a great big horse dick of yours, you'd rip my ass apart. I could never take something that big up my ass."

Scott felt too bewildered to say anything.

"How about another ten grand? That's ten thousand dollars. Then can I fuck you without a condom? I'm clean."

Ten thousand dollars plus the two thousand for the photo shoot was an awful lot of money. It was more than Scott had earned in the six months he had been working for his father.

"Er," Scott managed a reply. "Do you have AIDS or anything like that? Are you HIV positive?"

"No. Like I said, I'm clean. I have to stay clean for my job. I assume you're clean. You don't have any nasty diseases, do you?"

"No," replied Scott simply.

He thought furiously. He liked Rod and Rod was sexy. He was very good looking and he had a nice muscular body. With his short blond hair he looked really hot and masculine. In any case, Scott had the workout bike stick the huge penis object up his arse before and it had felt really good. His cock was still fully stiff as Rod was still rubbing his hands over his body. Scott could feel Rod's hard cock pressed up against the crack between his buttock cheeks.

"How 'bout fifteen grand and I get to fuck you without a condom?" asked Rod. "And you get another two grand for the photo shoot."

It was a considerable amount of money that Rod was offering him, a lot more than he had saved up from his wages.

"Er, OK, then. I'll do it." Scott smiled.

"Whew!" exclaimed Rod. "I thought you were playing hard to get, but I guess you're worth it. God, you're wonderful."

Rod took Scott by the hand into the bedroom. In it was a king size double bed that was not made up. It was covered with a rumpled sheet and blankets lay on the floor.

Rod shucked off his board shorts and kicked them across the floor. He wrapped his arms around Scott's huge body and embraced him. They kissed. Scott had never kissed anyone like this before, let alone another man. He was diffident at first but soon he was kissing Rod as passionately as Rod was kissing him. It felt weird at first to feel Rod's tongue roaming around his mouth but soon he was enjoying entwining his tongue with Rod's.

After a while Rod broke the kiss and stood panting in front of Scott.

"Look, Ramzilla," Rod said. "It's gonna be difficult for me to come, even inside that perfect huge bubble butt of yours. I haven't been able to come for months. I guess it's because I'm an actor in sexy gay art films and I had sex with so many people that I lost count long ago. Don't worry. I'm clean, like I told you. But I've fucked so many guys and been fucked by so many guys that I guess I must have run out of cum. But you're so big and muscly and hot and sexy and masculine that I reckon I might be able to do it with you one more time. I just thought I ought to warn that I might be a long time coming."

Scott took Rod in his huge arms and kissed him. "I reckon you can do it," he said.

Rod kissed him with grateful passion.

Scott did not like to tell Rod that he had never had sex with another man before and that he was only seventeen years old. It might look as though he was wimping out. Anyway, he felt that the workout bike and the fun with the dildos would be sufficient preparation for being fucked by another man. He had thought of saving himself for Derek but this seemed too good an opportunity to miss. He dimly remembered Hal's admonition but thought stuff it, he was going ahead and doing it with Rod anyway.

He kissed Rod back eagerly.

They jumped onto the bed. Rod's cock was already rock hard. He lay back and lubed it up with a tube from the bedside table until he was satisfied that it was nicely slicked up enough.

Scott looked at it as Rod played with his glistening stiff cock. Rod told him it was ten inches long. To Scott it looked big enough, nice and big and thick. He did not say anything about having much bigger objects up his arse. He grinned.

Rod announced that at first he wanted to do it standing up from behind. He got Scott to lean over the end of the bed with his hands on the bed. He knelt down behind Scott and ran his drooling tongue delicately over the pucker of Scott's arsehole. Scott groaned with the sheer delight of having his arsehole licked. Now he understood what arse-licking was all about. He had heard the expression many times before.

Rod was surprised and delighted to discover how perfectly clean Scott's arsehole was. There was no shitty taste or smell at all. He was going to enjoy this. The cries of blissful delight coming from Scott as Rod rasped his tongue over Scott's arsehole spurred Rod on. His rock hard penis throbbed.

Rod gently worked a finger into Scott's tight arsehole. It loosened up a little, enough for Rod to get all his finger in. It loosened up even more when Rod found Scott's love nut (prostate gland) and stroked it. Scott arched back his head of curly black hair, squirmed and cried out in delight. He pushed back against Rod's finger. Rod could see that Scott clearly enjoying it. This guy is one hot buckaroo, he thought to himself with mounting excitement.

He could feel no lumps of shit inside Scott's arsehole. It felt quite clean except there was some creamy substance in there. Rod speculated if Scott had cleaned himself out and put some lubricant up into his arsehole.

He inserted a second finger, then a third while continuing to stroke Scott's love nut. Scott continued to writhe and cry out. His arsehole loosened up nicely. He was beside himself with pleasure.

It was time for Rod to insert his penis and pleasure this huge hunky mountain of rock hard, veined and rippling muscle as well as himself. Rod was quivering with excitement. His cock was almost painfully stiff. He reached between Scott's legs and briefly stroked Scott's cock. That was as hard and stiff as a ramrod. It was thick, long and steely hard; it was dripping precum like a leaky tap.

Rod withdrew his fingers and examined them. There was no trace of shit on them but they were covered in some pale yellow creamy substance. It had some organic smell to it that Rod could not place. However Rod was not going to worry about it now. He had this huge gorgeous muscleman to fuck. He stood behind Scott ready to go.

Scott felt Rod put his cock head against the entrance to his arsehole. His anticipation was almost unbearable. With only a little push Rod inserted the head of his cock into Scott's anus. He was in. He slowly pushed his cock in further. Scott stiffened. It was a curious sensation feeling the thickness of Rod's cock stretch his anal sphincters and push its way into his bowels. It felt really good.

Scott remained bent over the bed while Rod stood behind him and thrust his penis further up into Scott's anal canal. He really enjoyed the feeling of Rod's cock up inside his arse. It was a nice, thick, chunky and long cock that filled his arsehole nicely. It was not nearly as big as the workout bike's penis object or the dildos he had been using but it felt nice and comfortable. There was no pain whatsoever.

Rod kept on pushing his penis with little thrusts. Soon Rod's cock was buried up to the hilt inside Scott's anus. Rod noted that Scott was obviously in no discomfort. In fact he appeared to be enjoying it. Scott was indeed.

For about ten seconds Rod kept his penis fully thrust up inside Scott's magnificently muscled torso appreciating the situation. He clasped his hands on Scott's small waist and held on tight. He withdrew his cock nearly all the way out until his cock was held in Scott's arsehole only by the flange of his cock head. Then he thrust in again gently. Scott groaned in delight. Rod went on thrusting his cock in and out of Scott's arsehole while Scott writhed and groaned in delirious pleasure. Rod increased the vigour of his thrusts and Scott enjoyed it more. Precum dribbled from Scott's ramrod stiff cock in a steady stream. Rod kept on thrusting his cock with increasing urgency into Scott's arsehole with long sweeping strokes. It felt fantastic. Scott's anus was tight around Rod's cock and the special lubrication inside Scott's arsehole made it feel marvellous. Scott really enjoyed the pounding of Rod's cock against his prostate. His cries increased in volume and pitch as the sexual stimulation inside his body increased in intensity.

The muscles inside Scott's pelvis started to churn. There was a terrible tension inside his groin. Scott stood up straight while Rod stood behind him and thrust his cock fervently up his arsehole.

Rod was really getting into fucking this huge bear of a muscleman. He clung on Scott's massive torso and kept on driving his cock up into Scott's body as deep as it would go. Scott was loving it.

Suddenly something exploded deep inside Scott's pelvis from around Rod's cock thrusting so wonderfully into his body. Scott gave a great bellowing cry as long white ropes of semen gushed out of his rock hard cock across the bed. He stiffened. Rod thrust his cock fully into Scott's massively churning pelvis. Scott's anal sphincters clamped down on Rod's cock like a vice so that Rod was quite unable to move.

Scott reared up in the throes of his orgasm as gouts of semen continued to gush out of his penis. It was an incredibly intense orgasm he experienced with Rod's cock rammed up inside him. Scott was delirious with orgasmic joy.

He gave a loud cry, went into a spasm and fell over backwards on top of Rod, who ended up underneath Scott's massively muscled form.

Rod was quite distracted. He got the giggles when he realised what had happened. His cock was clamped inside Scott's anus by the muscle spasm of the anal sphincters. Scott's orgasm was coming to an end and he lay heavily on top of Rod. He groaned happily as Rod, laughing, tried to heave Scott's huge body off him.

Scott was happily relaxed and Rod's slackening cock fell out of his arsehole. Scott was concerned about Rod being underneath him on the floor. He wondered if Rod had been hurt. Rod, still laughing, kissed him and extricated himself from underneath Scott. Scott laughed too.

It was a good thing that Rod was a strong-boned and muscular man, otherwise he would have been crushed under Scott's great weight.

They hugged each other as they sat on the floor. They kissed each other fervently. Their passions rose. Rod was desperate to achieve an orgasm with Scott and Scott was willing to cooperate.

This time Scott lay on his back on the bed. The sheets under Scott's back had been sprinkled with his semen but Scott did not mind. Rod clambered upon Scott's massive body and rubbed his hands over the huge thick bulging oil-slicked plates of Scott's pectoral muscles. He made Scott put his hands behind his head because he feared being crushed in an orgasmic embrace by Scott's mighty 28-inch arms. Scott flexed his magnificent biceps in a truly spectacular double biceps pose. It drove Rod wild. His cock stiffened rapidly. He rubbed it against the mountainous eight-pack of abdominal muscle like cobblestones. He was powerfully turned on by Scott's massive muscularity. Scott's cock was rock hard and already leaking precum again. They writhed together delighting in the feel of their muscular bodies rubbing together.

Rod hoisted Scott's magnificent thighs up into the air and thrust his penis into Scott's arsehole. It penetrated easily and Rod thrust it in as deep as it could go into Scott's torso. Scott groaned with delight as it rammed in past his excitable prostate.

"You love this, don't you," commented Rod as he thrust his cock hard and deep into Scott's arsehole. "You're a real cock whore. I love your man pussy. It's one fantastic love chute you've got there. I love it."

Scott was too busy appreciating the thick hard cock thrusting rapidly into him and pounding his prostate. Rod kept on thrusting vigorously. Scott's anus was so well lubricated that there was little friction. Rod was overwhelmed by the sheer joy of fucking this huge muscleman.

Rod by this time was lying on top of Scott's body. He clung hard to Scott's huge chest. Scott's enormous hard penis was sandwiched between them and sliding along the central groove of their conjoined abdomens.

Rod's penis rammed deep into Scott's bowels. It felt really good. Scott's bowels were getting a real workout from the frenetic thrusting of Rod's cock.

Scott tensed all over. His huge biceps bulged. His groin churned and boiled once more. Orgasm exploded within him while Rod kept on thrusting frantically into him. Scott's spunk gushed out with such velocity that it squirted up under Rod's chin. Rod's chest, neck and jaw were covered with Scott's semen. Scott's orgasm was huge.

Rod kept on thrusting his cock into Scott as hard as he could. This only intensified Scott's orgasm. His pelvic muscles and anal sphincters clamped tightly around Rod's cock. Rod thrust deliriously into his mighty partner whose muscles bulged hugely. Scott's arsehole was deliciously tight around Rod's fat cock.

Rod kept on thrusting his cock energetically into Scott's anus. To Scott it felt as if Rod's cock was thrusting into every corner of his abdomen. Slam bam. Rod's cock seemed to fill Scott's pelvis. It stimulated Scott to the utmost. However, his orgasm wound down to an end.

Rod's body was covered with sweat as he fucked Scott with considerable vigour. His cock thrust against Scott's overstimulated hypersensitive prostate. Scott was wild with lust. Another violent orgasm rocked Scott to the core. He was in a state of orgasmic delirium. Rod was sweating and panting with the effort of fucking his hugely muscled partner. He was a fit strong man so he was able to keep up the effort. However his orgasm seemed always to be just around the corner or over the hill. It was like the end of the rainbow, always just out of reach. But Scott was the hottest man that he had ever fucked and he was determined to enjoy the experience to the full. Fucking Scott was wonderful. He was at the peak of sexual tension.

Scott had several more orgasms while Rod kept on fucking him. Scott's semen seemed to flow like a river. Both their bodies were slick with his semen. They were covered in it.

While Rod fucked Scott he would yell out things like "You love it, don't you, you cunt pig"; "Cunt whore"; "Cunt pig"; "Cock whore" and so on. Some part of Scott registered distaste but he was too busy at time enjoying the fuck.

Scott roared into another huge orgasm like an exploding volcano. Finally the churning of the muscles inside Scott's pelvis clamped around Rod's penis was enough to trigger Rod's orgasm. He thrust his cock in as deep as it could possibly go inside Scott. He yelled out in victory as his hot spunk boiled out of his testicles and squirted up into Scott's seething bowels. He clasped Scott's body in ecstatic release. He was overcome with sheer orgasmic joy. It was the first orgasm he had for a long, long time. Scott was a wonderful sex partner. Rod loved muscles, especially Scott's huge muscles. Filled with a golden joy, he rubbed his hands slowly over Scott's huge rounded masses of pectoral muscles.

Scott lay back with his hands still clasped behind his head. His blue eyes looked blearily up at Rod. His thick massive arms bulged hugely. Slowly he removed his hands and gently hugged Rod who kissed him languorously, enjoying every second. They rubbed their lips sensuously together while Rod lay utterly sated upon Scott's enormous body.

It had been a very long time since Rod had such a fantastic orgasm. It had been well over a year since he last had an orgasm at all and that was with that really hot young blonde muscleman. He was growing tired of faking it for all the gay porn flicks he starred in. Acting in porn movies was fast becoming a joyless and tedious experience. Part of him wished there had been a camera recording the wondrous sex he just had with Scott. Most of him was just glad to have Scott all to himself.

They lay dreamily together as they savoured the sweet golden afterglow of their glorious sex. Rod slid off Scott's semen-slicked body and cuddled up against him. Scott held him with his huge muscular arm. In sheer delight Rod ran his hand over the thick masses of muscle that covered Scott's splendid torso.

While Scott lay there with Rod cuddled up against him, he remembered with distaste that Rod called him things like cock pig, cock whore, cunt whore and man pussy. He thought that while it had been great fun having sex with Rod, he did not like the thought of any sort of long- term relationship. He thought about Derek, who was arriving at Ringtail Springs the next day. Guiltily he remembered Hal's admonition not to have sex with anyone lest he queer things up. He hoped that Derek would not mind. Derek seemed all right. He felt Rod's muscular body up against him and remembered the great sex. However he wanted more than that.

He stirred. He did not want to spend too much longer here.

"Look, Rod," he said. "I reckon I'd better get going."

Rod looked at him dreamily. "God, Ramzilla, you were great. You gave me the best fuck I ever had."

"Yeah, thanks, but I'd better get moving. I've got a fair way to get home."

Rod kissed him on the lips. "You live far from here?"

"A fair way. About an hour's drive."

"It's great we met up. I figure your folks might be missing you."

"Not yet."

"I guess we better shower before you go. You're covered in cum. You know, you were gushing cum like a geyser. I never seen anything like it. You're one huge hot horny muscle hunk."

They got off the bed and headed into the en-suite bathroom, which was a built-in part of the verandah next to the bedroom. It was a narrow room with a bath down one side and a large shower cubicle at one end. There was also a toilet and a hand-basin. It was fairly basic.

Rod turned on the shower and they both got in together. Scott was grateful for the warm water splashing on his body. Scott shampooed his hair. Then Rod took great delight in rubbing shower gel all over Scott's massively muscular body. With glee he ran his hands over all the bulges and dips of all Scott's huge hard veiny muscles that glistened in the wet. Scott's muscular definition and size were truly awesome.

He rubbed himself against Scott's body and quickly became very horny again. He readily persuaded Scott to allow him to fuck him one more time. Scott leant with his hands against the tiled wall of the shower cubicle while the warm water ran over them both. Rod came into him from behind and penetrated him readily. Scott was able to relax easily. With sheer joy Rod fucked Scott again and Scott groaned with blissful joy. Scott's hypersensitive prostate was being heavily stimulated by Rod's cock thrusting rapidly against it. Scott arched his back and tensed his huge muscles. His arsehole was deliciously tight around Rod's rampaging cock. The long sweeping strokes of Rod's cock thrusting into his rectum were driving him wild.

It did not take long before another orgasm exploded deep within Scott's heaving groin. Thick hot ropes of semen gushed out of Scott's huge fat cock and splattered against the tiles. Scott cried out. It was sheer rapture to feel Rod's fat cock ramming into his arsehole while he was in his orgasmic throes.

The churning muscles inside Scott's pelvis and Scott's heaving orgasm were enough to trigger Rod's second orgasm. With sheer joy he rammed his cock in as far as it could go and squirted his hot spunk deep into Scott's torso that was sheathed in writhing muscle. For dear life he clung rapturously to Scott's body. Two orgasms in one day! This was unbelievable. It had been a very long time since he was last able to perform like this.

When Rod's orgasm ceased, he clung happily to Scott's massive body while the shower played over them both. Two orgasms! Two orgasms in one day! Rod was very proud of his achievement and blissfully happy. Scott leant panting against the wall. Rod kissed him tenderly. Scott wrapped his huge arms around him and hugged him gently.

Rod separated from him and padded into the bedroom. He returned with a thick bright pink butt plug about 15 centimetres (6 inches) long. It looked like a string of pink spheres melded together. At the bottom end there was a flange to stop it disappearing up into the rectum. Near the flange end it narrowed.

Rod waved it at Scott. "Something for you to remember me by," he said gleefully.

"What is it?" asked Scott.

Rod gaped at him in disbelief then burst out laughing. He hugged the huge muscleman then explained what a butt plug was. Scott consented to having it inserted up into his anus.

Scott spread his legs and Rod inserted the butt plug into him. At first Scott thought it felt peculiar stuck up his arse. It was like a lumpy penis permanently resident there now. He soon got used to it and liked the sensation of it pressing against his hypersensitive prostate. He squirmed and wriggled his pelvis. He enjoyed the sensations in his pelvis. His cock stiffened.

They rinsed themselves off then dried themselves. Rod could not keep his hands off Scott. Scott strutted into the bedroom relishing the sensations of the butt plug stimulating the sensitive regions inside his groin, especially his prostate and his anal sphincters.

Rod followed him. He loved the way the rounded hemispheres of muscle that made up Scott's perfect bubble butt moved. This guy was a gift.

Rod got dressed in a pair of white shorts. Scott tried to put on his blue Speedos but his huge stiff cock kept on getting in the way. He put on his baseball cap and his work boots. However his cock stuck out above the waist of his Speedos.

Rod could not resist him one more time. He pulled Scott's bathers down over his thighs exposing his cock in its entirety. He put his mouth over and sucked on it. It was far too big to all fit inside his mouth but Rod gleefully sucked the end, stroking the hard silky shaft with his hand. That treatment and the butt plug up his arse were all too much for Scott. It was only a couple of minutes before Scott gave a deep groan and shot his load into Rod's eagerly sucking mouth. Rod was surprised how deliciously sweet Scott's semen was. It tasted like hot melted ice cream. Rod zealously sucked every drop out of Scott's cock. He loved it. It was quite a mouthful.

Scott stroked Rod's head and said, "I've got to go."

Rod let go of Scott. Scott pulled up his Speedos and tucked his deflating cock back into them. Rod went over to the bedside table and took out a thick roll of notes.

"Look, Ramzilla," he said. "You gave me the best time ever. Here, take this."

He counted out two hundred one-hundred-dollar notes and handed them to Scott, who looked at the money in amazement. Twenty thousand dollars! He had never seen so much money in his life.

Rod went on. "I promised you two grand for the photo shoot and fifteen grand for the fuck. And there's three grand for a bonus. Because you were so absolutely fantastic. OK?"

Scott looked at the money he was holding in his hand. "Sure, thanks very much," he said. "It just looks so much."

Rod laughed and put his arm around Scott's shoulders. "I'm almost finished here. I'm flying out of here back home stateside in three days time, on Christmas Day in fact. It's a bummer, but shit happens. I leave Sydney on Christmas afternoon and arrive in Los Angeles on Christmas morning."

Scott looked at him bewildered. That did not make sense.

Rod laughed again. "I cross the International Date Line, you see. It's the day before on the other side of the Date Line. And it takes thirteen and a half hours to fly there direct."

"Oh right," said Scott. He had a dim memory of a geography lesson at school.

"I just spent three months here in Australia checking out the talent you got here. I got a nice fat expense account for the travel expenses. So money's no problem. I've gotten some real good photos here. I want to be a photographer when I stop being an actor in porn flicks. You know, get on the other side of the camera. You got some real hunky guys here in Oz, some real talent. God, Aussie guys are sexy! But, Ramzilla, you're the best I've seen by a long way. I never seen such a fantastic body as yours in all my life. So much muscle! And definition! I never seen definition and muscle bulk like it! You're really incredible. And fucking you was really fucking fantastic. You're worth it, every penny. You're gonna cause a sensation back stateside."

Scott tried to tuck the money into his bathers but the roll of notes was too thick. He kept it in his hand.

They walked outside to where the Pajero was parked. They kissed one last time. Scott climbed into the Pajero and put the roll of money in the glove box. He waved as he drove off down the drive towards the road.

Scott's Pajero went along the gravel drive raising a cloud of dust that drifted slowly through the trees that lined the drive.

Suddenly Rod remembered that all he knew about Scott was that he was called Ramzilla. He did not know his real name and address. How would he contact him again? He took note of the numberplate on the Pajero, hoping that will help to trace him. Scott reached the end of the drive and turned onto the road back into town.

He recognised the four-wheel-drive as a Mitsubishi Pajero. It looked almost identical to an older Mitsubishi Montero SUV like the ones he often saw back home in the United States. He had a faint memory that the word Pajero meant something rude. There was that gorgeous Latino hunk he had made a porn film with a long time ago. They had fucked and sucked each other all the way through the film shoot with gay abandon. He had come from Argentina, Rod thought. That guy had called some loud-mouthed loser a 'pajero'. It did not sound like a compliment. Rod could not remember whether he had asked him what it meant.

Scott drove along the road back into Willabalangaloo. He reached the main intersection in the town and turned onto the road to Gundagai. He felt a sense of relief when he accelerated away down the road and left the town behind him.

Rod waited until the SUV disappeared down the road towards Willabalangaloo then walked back into the house.

He went into the front room, which he had used as a studio to photograph Ramzilla. He flung open the thick red velvet curtains that covered the big bay window. The sunlight streamed through the windows into the room filling it with light. He rewound the film and opened the back of the camera still mounted on the tripod. When he took out the big fat film canister, he fumbled it and it dropped heavily on the floor. With horror he watched as the canister popped open as it hit the floor, the roll of film flew out and unspooled across the brightly sunlit floor.

Frantically he gathered up the unrolled film. However he knew enough to know that those precious images of Ramzilla were destroyed in the instant that the sun's rays touched the film.

He sat on the floor and wept bitter tears. Ramzilla was the most beautiful and fantastic muscleman that he had seen. And he, Rod, was such a klutz that he dropped the film canister with all the images of Ramzilla on it and now they were destroyed utterly. He would never be able to make it as a photographer. He was too much of a klutz.

He buried his face in the roll of film. His tears wet the film and made it stick to his face.

With an effort he unpeeled the film from his face. It tore and made his skin sting as he did so. Weeping with frustration and anguish, he threw the tangled mess of film in the rubbish bin. He kicked himself mentally when he realised that he should have gone after Ramzilla. His agile sports car would have easily caught up with the lumbering SUV. Then he would have had to try and get Ramzilla's proper name and address from him. He would have looked a real idiot but he did not care. He loved him.

With a start, he realised that he had fallen completely in love with Ramzilla, that big handsome muscleman who was so hot, horny and sexy. And Ramzilla really appreciated the sex with him. Rod had actually come twice with Ramzilla in less than an hour. Ramzilla was the hottest lover he had ever had. Ramzilla had about half a dozen orgasms with him.

Rod took a deep breath and fought to control his emotions. He knew from bitter experience in his career as a gay actor in porn films that falling in love with a sex partner was disastrous. It always left pain and hard feelings all round. However, he knew he could never possibly forget Ramzilla. He thought again about going after Ramzilla but he knew that Ramzilla would have been well out of town by now. He could have taken one of any number of the roads out of town. Rod had no means of knowing which.

Rod sighed and wiped away his tears with the back of his forearm. Look on the upside, he told himself. He had spent three months in Australia checking out a whole lot of gorgeous hunks. He had spent quite a long time in Sydney where he had found a wealth of talent. What really made the city rock was that there were so many really hot great-looking and muscular men who walked the city streets with their shirts off. Rod had a lot of fun in Sydney checking out all those beautiful well-muscled bodies. He had managed to persuade many of them to pose for him. A lot of these men were willing to pose naked for his camera, some even with erect penises. Rod would have been in heaven if he had been able to have sex with them but he was not willing to expose the fact that he was unable to reach orgasm.

He had been living with a wealthy gay Sydney lawyer called Simon. He had met Simon in San Francisco when Simon had been on trip to the United States. Simon had been very caring and generous. Simon was not the world's greatest lover but he was easygoing and laid back and he was very tolerant of Rod's difficulties. Also Simon owned a beautiful penthouse apartment at Double Bay overlooking Sydney Harbour. Rod did not mind Simon fucking him. At least he had a top class pad and dined out at top class Sydney restaurants. Simon paid for everything. He did not have to touch his expense account at all.

Rod had taken many rolls full of photos in Sydney. However, after more than two and a half months in Sydney, he thought he had better see more of Australia before his three month visa expired. As it was, he left booking his return flight stateside almost too late. His Australian visa expired on Boxing Day and the only flight he could get home before he overstayed his visa left on Christmas Day. Bummer!

Today was Saturday. Tomorrow he had to return to Sydney and spend a couple of nights with Simon. Monday he had to get his remaining films processed. Most had been done already. Then on Christmas Day he was booked to fly home. Simon insisted on driving him to Sydney Airport and seeing him off.

Hey, life was not that bad. It was too bad about Ramzilla. He would just have to let him go. It had been a beautiful few hours. And Ramzilla was a beautiful, fantastic guy. That was it. He had to let it go at that. Twenty thousand Aussie dollars might have been too generous but it was only just over ten thousand US dollars. He had hardly touched his expense account thanks to Simon. It had only cost him his arse.

In the Pajero Scott sped along the road to Gundagai. Ahead of him he saw thick cumulonimbus clouds piling up over the mountains. It looks like a storm brewing, he thought to himself.

He crested a rise and saw the darkness under the clouds ahead of him. There were frequent flashes of lightning. The road vanished into the darkness as it climbed up into the mountains.

The rain started as the road ascended from the plain. At first it was just a few spots on the windscreen. It was hardly worth turning on the windscreen wipers. However, the rain quickly increased in intensity. Scott soon had to switch the wipers from intermittent to full speed.

Suddenly Scott could barely see through the windscreen even though he had the wipers going at full speed. It was as if someone was playing a hose on the windscreen as he drove. Either that or he had driven into a waterfall by mistake. He could only just see the road a few yards ahead. The rain was extraordinarily heavy. He had to drive slowly through the bucketing rain. Loud peals of thunder crashed overhead. Lightning flashed and flickered all around the road ahead of him.

The rain stopped abruptly as Scott continued driving. He sped up from the crawl he was progressing at earlier. A lighting bolt hit the side of the road next to the Pajero with a frightening crash. The brilliant flash was much brighter than daylight. It sounded as if an atomic bomb had exploded near the vehicle. Scott jumped in fright. The engine of the four-wheel-drive hiccuped when the electromagnetic pulse from the lightning bolt addled the electronic engine management system temporarily. It recovered. Scott drove on. More bolts of lightning struck the roadside close to the Pajero. Again the engine coughed and hiccuped.

Scott was terrified. He was acutely aware of his anus clamping down in fear on the butt plug inserted up inside. The butt plug rubbed up against his hypersensitive prostate, stimulating it strongly. He broke out into a cold sweat as his penis stiffened.

"Oh, God," he prayed trembling with fear. "Please let me be safe."

He was trembling so much that he had difficulty controlling the vehicle. He remembered with horror the sex he had enjoyed with Rod. Maybe God was angry with him. Maybe that was why Hal had warned him off having sex.

"God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he prayed fervently. "It just happened. I'll never do it again."

What had he been doing? Was God angry with him for having all that fun on the workout bike while he was being given huge muscles as well?

"God! I'm really sorry. I'll never do it again. I'll be good. I promise."

There was a cannonade of lightning bolts all around the vehicle. The crashing barrage of explosions was deafening. Then abruptly the rain came pouring down in blinding sheets of water. It was so heavy that the wipers at full speed could not cope with the downpour. Lightning and thunder continued to flash and crash around his vehicle. Strong gusts of wind blew the rain almost horizontally at him and rocked the four-wheel-drive as Scott drove along.

Scott had the feeling that God was laughing at him. Or was it Hal? The thought made him very uncomfortable.

Scott was still trembling. His heart pounded. He was aware that his penis was still stiff. He felt foolish. But what was he meant to do? Yeah, Rod was a mistake. Scott felt used. He was acutely conscious of the twenty thousand dollars sitting in the glove box of the Pajero. His stiff penis throbbed in his bathers. His prostate was being heavily stimulated by the butt plug Rod had inserted up his anus.

He drove slowly through the pelting rain. It's pissing down, he thought to himself. The lightning was now striking less frequently and further away. Still the thunder crashed and echoed around him. It was like being in the middle of an artillery barrage. The rain continued with unabated intensity.

The other side of a hill Scott came to a bridge. So much water was flooding down the creek that water was running through the bridge railings a foot (30 cm) deep over the roadway. Scott drove carefully through the flowing water. As he drove, he could see the water rising.

It was amazing. Normally in December the creek was dry. Now the rain was pouring down in continuous sheets. The thunderstorm continued. However, the thunder sounded more distant now. The wind still blew gustily.

Scott drove up out the other side. He followed the road that wound along the creek that was now a raging torrent. Where the road crossed over the creek again, the bridge had completely disappeared under the rapidly flowing flood of water. There was no sign of the bridge at all. Scott was not going to risk Derek's Pajero by attempting to drive across. He would surely be swept away downstream and drowned.

He turned the vehicle around and made his way back through the pouring rain. The first bridge that he had crossed had now disappeared under the raging torrent completely. Scott estimated that the water had risen about another ten to twelve feet (3 to 4 metres) in the fifteen minutes since he had crossed the bridge previously. Now he was trapped in between two flooded bridges that were totally impassable. He hoped that it would not be long before the floodwaters receded. He was stuck here until they did.

He did another U-turn and drove along the road until he pulled up at a spot where the road was near the banks of the roaring waters of the flooded creek. At this point the floodwaters were about a hundred yards (metres) across. He was out of sight of both bridges.

He switched off the engine and sat in the vehicle. The wind dropped away completely but still the rain poured down steadily. Scott sat quietly listening to the steady drumming of the rain on the roof of the Pajero. It was still heavy. Scott could also hear the roar of the torrent of floodwaters raging down the creek.

While Scott sat in the cabin, he became aware again of the butt plug up his arsehole rubbing against his prostate. His penis was still almost fully stiff and bulging in his Speedos. He rubbed his cock and it rapidly became fully stiff and erect again. He wondered if God thought he had become a sex maniac. His cock felt hard and uncomfortable inside his bathers. The head was poking above the waistband. In addition, the butt plug was stimulating his prostate vigorously. He squirmed in the driver's seat. He received a real jolt to his prostate as the butt plug rubbed against it. The gland had become exquisitely sensitive now after the treatments by the workout bike. What had he got himself into? He felt just so incredibly horny.

It was warm in the cabin of the Pajero. The windows were misting up. Scott sweated. His body felt hot.

He pulled the bathers off over his boots. He rubbed his cock while squirming in the seat. His mighty muscles bulged hugely. He revelled in his huge bulging biceps and massive pectorals. He felt so incredibly hard and powerful and horny. The butt plug was driving him wild with lust. He rubbed his steely hard cock eagerly. A powerful orgasm was building within his groin.

Suddenly he was stopped by the thought that he could not ejaculate his semen all over the inside of Derek's four-wheel-drive. Derek would think that he was a real animal if he did that. Scott blushed at the thought.

Scott got out into the rain. It had lightened off a little. Scott was surprised that the rain felt warm on his massive body. The baseball cap kept the rain out of his eyes. His thick heavy work- boots kept his feet warm and dry.

He was still desperately horny. He positioned his naked buttocks on the front fender of the Pajero so that the corner pressed against the butt plug causing it to rub hard against his prostate. The warm rain pelted down on his body. Runnels of water ran off his shoulders and down his chest. Scott rubbed his fiercely stiff cock relishing the sensations flooding his huge muscular body. His mighty muscles bulged. He felt awesomely and massively strong and potent. His balls ached for release.

While he stroked his cock and revelled in his huge muscles in the pouring rain, he saw that the floodwaters were only about six feet (two metres) away from his feet. He idly wondered if his semen could shoot that far. It would be fun to get it in the water. The butt plug up his arse and pressed against the fender of the Pajero felt awesomely stimulating. His whole groin felt hot and congested. His wet body glistened in the rain.

Suddenly his groin contracted brutally. It churned vigorously around the butt plug pushed up his arse. His prostate throbbed powerfully. His massive body tensed up all over. His glistening wet muscles bulged hugely. Scott screamed as his hot semen boiled up from his balls through his overstimulated and hypersensitive prostate and squirted out of his penis with a great gush. The ejaculatory muscles in his pelvis throbbed painfully as they pumped his semen out of his stiff penis with such force that the white ropy globs landed in the floodwaters and were carried away downstream. His spunk easily made the six-foot distance to the rushing waters.

The force of his orgasm shook him to the core. After his spunk had stopped shooting from his penis, his legs turned to jelly and he slid down the fender until he was sitting on the wet ground in the pouring rain. He gave a great shuddering sigh as his orgasm drew to a close. He leant back weak and spent against the fender.

After sitting on the gravel by the roadside for a while, his naked bottom became sore. The butt plug still pressing up against his prostate became intensely irritating. He was starting to hate it stimulating his prostate continually. His cock was half stiff again already.

When he had regained his strength, he got up. He squatted down and shat out the butt plug. He pushed some more and squirted out from his anus a few white gobs of Rod's semen mixed with some of the pale yellow unguent balm.

He stood up and threw the butt plug out into the middle of the rapidly flowing torrent of floodwater. He watched while the bright pink butt plug floated quickly away downstream out of sight round the bend. He had no regrets. He did speculate as to where it might end up.

He felt a real sense of freedom when the butt plug disappeared from view.

------------------------------- Continued in Part 34. -------------------------------