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 8. Scott Waits.

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Scott drove over the Hume Highway towards Gundagai.

He had been naked except for his boots and baseball cap and leaning against the Pajero watching the raging waters of the flooded creek rush past when he had been surprised by a couple of cars driving past. The rain had slackened off. Obviously the bridge upstream was passable again.

He jumped into the four-wheel-drive and pulled on the blue Speedos that he had borrowed from Derek's wardrobe. The people in the passing cars had given no indication that they had seen a huge naked muscleman by the roadside.

The streets of Gundagai were still wet from a recent shower of rain. The clouds had dissipated. The sun shone hotly from a bright blue sky. He passed through the town and crossed the Murrumbidgee River.

About halfway between Gundagai and Ringtail Springs the road dried out completely. When Scott arrived at the Valley Road turnoff north of Ringtail Springs there was no sign that there had been any rain. It looked like it was a typical hot and dry early afternoon in December.

Scott made the decision to become totally enormous, bigger than humungous. He drove along Valley Road to Derek's garage. He parked the Pajero back inside the garage. With a beating heart he ascended the stairs. His progress was slowed down by his massive thighs.

Once inside the loft he stripped off his bathers, boots and baseball cap. Totally naked he padded into the secret room and checked that the workout bike was ready to go. It was. He had a shower to wash all the grime and sweat off his body.

He went to the refrigerator, took out several handfuls of the syringes filled with the purple liquid, and put them in a plastic microwave container. He did not bother with the alcohol swabs. He was nice and clean now.

His heart was pounding as he carried the container over to the bed. In the container he had well over three dozen syringes. He was going to inject his muscles with lots of the purple muscle growth stimulating factor and make them really big. Then he was going to finish off with a session with Alfred the workout bike.

He put the container on the bedside cupboard and lay down on the bed. He picked up the first syringe and injected the purple liquid into one of the mounds of his thick bulging abdominal muscles. Working quickly, he injected a syringe into the remaining bulges of his abdominal eight-pack. He found the process of injecting himself very erotic and stimulating. Already there was a warm tingling sensation in each of the eight mounds of the abdominal muscles that had been injected.

He started on his massive pectoral muscles. They were so big that he injected into each side four syringes full of liquid. He injected three syringes into each of his huge bulging biceps muscles then quickly followed that with three into each of his massive triceps muscles.

He was really enjoying the sensation of injecting himself with the purple fluid. Feeling the needles penetrating into his flesh was a powerfully erotic stimulant. His cock was stiff and hard by now. Already the muscles that had been injected were warm, tingling and throbbing. They had all swelled noticeably in size. He was starting to get a truly massive pump now.

He injected two syringes into each of the two muscles that gave his torso the wide convex V-shape. Then he injected four syringes into each of his thighs.

All the muscles that had been injected were swelling in size. The veins stood out all over his body, which was becoming suffused with a warm tingling throbbing feeling that was almost an ache.

He looked up at his magnified reflection in the overhead mirror. He looked massively huge and pumped. He flexed his huge throbbing biceps and almost came on the spot. He flexed all his muscles and was awed by just how much bigger he was growing. He was already a lot bigger than before. His biceps alone looked to measure well over 30 inches (76 cm).

He was wildly turned on by his huge massively muscular appearance. His cock was in state of a raging erection. It was steely hard and it was dripping precum.

He saw that there was one syringe left in the container. He took it out and stuck the needle into the shaft of his rock hard cock. That hurt. He winced with the pain but he persevered. When he injected the purple fluid into his rampant penis, it immediately became red, hot and very painful. It quickly swelled in size until it was nearly four inches (10 cm) thick and its length increased to about 16 inches (40 cm). However, it ached and stung at the same time. It was very sore and very red, almost purple in colour. It throbbed. The skin was stretched extremely tight and it was literally as hard as a steel bar. There was no give in it at all. Still the precum leaked out.

The muscles that he had injected were still swelling. They tingled and ached. Scott desperately tensed and flexed all his muscles. He looked a fantastic sight in the overhead mirror. His mighty ripped muscles bulged hugely. The network of veins stood out all over his body. They were like heavy-duty electrical cables. Scott kept on tensing and flexing his huge bulging muscles. They were becoming more enormous all over. He looked extraordinarily massive with his muscles swelling tremendously. His body ached all over.

His huge erect penis stood straight up his midline like a thick purple-red ramrod. It was as thick as a drainpipe. It was enormous and it hurt.

Scott tried rubbing his hands up and down the massively thick shaft. That relieved the pain somewhat. He kept on rubbing his enormous cock. The sight of his huge hard thickly muscled bulging arms covered with veins driving his hands up and down his huge cock was a powerful turn-on. However, orgasm eluded him.

Somehow his muscles seemed to be becoming weaker. His muscles were huge, hard, ripped and covered with veins but he seemed to unable to muster the effort to tense them up so easily now. The pain spreading through his body was rapidly becoming more intense.

In pain and with difficulty he got up off the bed and made his way to the workout bike. He seemed to be getting weaker by the minute. It took a great effort for him to clamber onto the workout bike. He fumbled with the helmet. He had difficulty putting it on over his head because he was almost crazy with the intense pain racking his body. Trembling with fatigue and pain, he lay down upon Alfred the workout bike.

He felt a sharp sting in the crook of his elbow as a steel-tipped tube penetrated the thick vein of his arm. Blessed relief flooded through him as potent endorphins poured into his bloodstream and washed away the pain. The fuck tube opened up beneath him and sucked in his poor tortured penis, which was still as huge and as stiff as a steel ramrod. Mighty waves of pleasure washed through his brain. The pain that had racked his body just did not matter any more. It just went away. Scott gave a heartfelt sigh of relief.

Alfred expressed his concern about Scott's state. With slurred speech Scott told him what he had done. Alfred said that it was foolish to have injected himself with forty-one syringes full of the muscle growth stimulating factor. By injecting himself with so much he was in danger of damaging his muscles and causing them to go into meltdown. However, he had come to Alfred just in time because Alfred was able to prevent any damage from occurring. Alfred would use all the purple liquid to help Scott's muscles grow gigantic. He would pump huge amounts of potent nutrients into Scott's body to facilitate this process.

More tubes entered Scott's body and started pumping fluids into him. His strength and energy returned. His huge penis was still as stiff as a ramrod. It seemed locked into a permanent erection. He started thrusting it into that gloriously soft and well lubricated fuck hole that enclosed it. He continued thrusting it into the fuck hole relishing the sensations.

In synchrony with his thrusting movements, the penis object came into his anus from behind. At first it was slim like a finger but it steadily grew thicker until it stretched his anal sphincters considerably. It was a wonderful feeling. It gently massaged his prostate, which enhanced the stimulation even more. It penetrated further up into his anus through his rectum and up into his colon. It continued on through his colon and crawled up into his small intestine, checking out the state of his digestive tract as it went. Scott relished the deliciously full sensation spreading up into his torso. The penis object pulsated strongly inside his torso, stimulating him powerfully. Waves of pulsations travelled up and down his colon and pummelled his prostate and arsehole. Small wires were inserted into his prostate. These delivered small electric shocks that enhanced his stimulation even more. At the same time Scott kept on thrusting his penis in and out of the glorious fuck hole that too was pulsating around his penis. It felt like someone was sucking its whole length, only better. It was far better than Rod's effort at sucking him that morning.

Scott roared into a huge and mighty orgasm. He shouted his joy. His whole body pulsed and tensed both inside and out. That was the first in a whole train of tsunami-like orgasms that continued on and on and on.

When it finally finished, Scott lay on the workout bike in a deliriously happy semiconscious state. More tubes entered his body. Instruments cut through his chest wall and manipulated his heart, making it bigger and stronger in order to cope better with the increased size of his humungous huge body. It was growing bigger and stronger while Scott lay there.

More instruments cut through into his abdomen and manipulated his internal organs such as his liver, kidneys, pancreas, spleen as well as his digestive system. They were all enhanced to cope with his new body that was becoming enormously huge. Tubes entered his torso through his muscular abdominal wall and pumped fluids into the various parts of his internal organs.

Tubes entered his groin and perineum pumping fluids into his prostate. Other tubes inserted pellets of enhancing material into his prostate. His testicles received the same treatment. His balls grew even bigger in size until they were the size of large avocados. For a human being they were enormous.

When the treatments were completed, coils inside the helmet fired magnetic impulses into Scott's brain. His enormous muscles tensed and bulged as they were put through a vigorous workout that happened independently of his will. Scott's consciousness was essentially kept idling in a happy haze. He was breathing almost pure oxygen with a little carbon dioxide added. He was panting as his newly strengthened and enlarged body worked hard.

After the workout, his muscles settled into their increased size. Scott lay quietly as a thick mixture of potent nutrients and enhancers was pumped through a one-inch (2.5 cm.) thick tube inserted through his abdominal wall into his abdominal cavity. This mixture served a similar function to that of egg yolk nourishing a chicken developing inside its egg. Scott would not need to eat for several days because the yolk-like substance pumped into his abdomen would meet all his nutriment needs.

More soothing and lubricating unguent balm was pumped into the entire length of his gastrointestinal tract by the penis object that lay inside his intestines. Its pulsations inside him were gently stimulating. Scott lay on Alfred in a happy daze.

The tubes and instruments had been withdrawn from his body before the workout. Scott sighed as the great big long penis object was slowly withdrawn from his intestines and finally his anus. The treatment was completed.

Alfred informed Scott that he had detected in Scott's rectum foreign organic material that he had identified as semen. Scott asked him what he was going to do. Alfred replied that he had recorded the information. Beyond that Scott could not get any further information. Scott realised that he was talking to a machine, certainly an intelligent machine, but a machine none the less.

"Am I OK now?" asked Scott.

"Yes. You are in perfect health and your body has been greatly enhanced in size and strength. There is no residual damage at all," replied the workout bike. "The process is now complete. You may go now."

Scott lay on the machine a little longer enjoying the feeling of his penis imbedded in the fuck hole. When the notes of the sprightly Bach gavotte sounded in his earphones, Scott knew it was time to leave.

He removed the helmet and blinked in the weak light from the central light globe in the matt black painted room. Reluctantly he extracted his still erect penis from the fuck hole and dismounted from the workout bike. Its red recharge light was on. From the rear of the machine came a sound like that of a singing tea urn that was about to boil. Scott could hear liquid trickling through the hoses into the drain.

When his eyes became used to the light, the first thing Scott noticed was that his pectoral muscles had become so thick and huge that he could not see over them to the rest of him. The pectorals had grown until they were about a foot thick even when relaxed. The two muscles were two elliptical mounds of hard striated muscle 18 inches (45 cm) across and more than a foot (30 cm) top to bottom separated by a deep cleft in the midline of his chest. They were enormous.

Over the huge mounds of pectoral muscle he could see just the end of his erect penis which had become huge. He felt it with his hand. It had grown longer than after he had injected it by about six inches (15 cm). It was now really long. It felt a lot longer than before with a slight upward curve. It still was as enormously thick as it was before, four inches (10 cm) thick. Still stiff and hard, it felt good in his hand. The half he could see of it was now a more normal colour, a lot better than the angry purplish red it had been before.

He felt his stomach area. It felt like a wall of rock. It was hard and solid. The mounds of muscle felt really big. He could not see them of course.

His arms were absolutely gigantic. They looked much bigger than his thighs were before. He held his right arm up and admired the sheer size and bulk of the biceps muscle. It alone looked to be the size of a watermelon. His triceps muscle he could not see clearly but it felt enormous as well.

He tried to walk quickly out of the matt black room into the bathroom. That was impossible because of the gigantic bulk of his thighs. They felt enormously thick and hard like tree trunks of solid muscle. He was amazed.

He more or less waddled to the door and into the bathroom. The fluorescent lights dazzled him at first. It was very bright after the dim secret room where the workout bike was situated.

When his eyes had adjusted, he made for the mirror over the twin hand basins. The sight that met his eyes in the mirror was mind-boggling. He saw that he was bigger than enormous. He was truly humungous in size. He had never seen such a huge human male as the reflection of himself in the mirror, except for the pictures he had seen on the Internet that had been skilfully doctored up by artists using clever computer imaging software. The pictures by the artist known as 'N' and also the drawings by 'HSMusclboy' came to mind. Scott was as big if not bigger than the men in those pictures. Scott could not believe how humungous and huge he had become. He was overjoyed.

Happily he flexed his arms in a stupefyingly spectacular double biceps pose. His biceps muscles contracted up into the size of large pumpkins like the Queensland Blues his mother grew in the vegetable garden. He brought his right biceps up and kissed it sensuously. It felt good and hard. Two thick veins ran its length. He admired it close up. The huge bulging mass of muscle was heavily striated and covered with a network of small veins besides the two thick cables that ran its length. He tensed it up hard and felt it with his other hand. It was as hard as a rock.

His triceps were equally enormous. They were massive great big thick mounds of muscle covered with veins, bulges and striations.

His arms looked thicker than his thighs did before the treatment. They had an incredible amount of muscle packed on them. They must measure well over 40 inches (100 cm).

His pectorals were humungous mounds of hard rounded muscle 18 inches (45 cm) across and a foot (30 cm) thick and a foot from top to bottom. He had never seen such massive chunks of muscle and now he was wearing them himself. The pectorals formed a thick horizontal shelf under his chin. The cleavage between the two gigantic mounds of muscle was about a foot (30 cm) deep. His nipples were now quite large and they were on the lower edge of the pectorals. The nipples stood out as fleshy protuberances the size of an end finger joint.

His deltoid muscles were bigger than basketballs, huge great masses of striated muscle. His shoulders were gigantic. They were tremendously wide. He looked to be literally about a yard (metre) wide. Massive bulging convex trapezius muscles sloped up to his very thick neck that looked like it belonged to a champion show stallion. The neck was very thick at the base and tapered up to his jaw-line where it met the trapezius muscles.

His belly was a rippling mountain range of muscle. What an eight-pack it was. It looked like a rock wall as well as feeling like one. It made the tray of Granny's buns look puny in comparison. Each mound of abdominal muscle stood out about three inches (7.5 cm). There was a quite a deep cleavage down the midline of his abdomen, in which was his belly button.

His cock was still stiff and erect. He could see all of it now and it was absolutely enormous. It was so big that it would have done credit to a stallion. It was nearly two feet (60 cm) long and about four inches (10 cm) thick. It was huge, reaching up almost to the top of his chest. It had a slight upward curve and it was covered with a network of veins. The cock head was a huge helmet made of hard flesh; it was the size and appearance of a large peach and a pinkish purplish colour. The skin was so tight that it was shiny. In fact all the skin on the penis was so tight it was shiny.

Scott rubbed his hand up and down the massive shaft appreciatively. It felt steely hard.

Scott laughed when he thought of sticking it up Rod's arse. This one really would rip his arse to shreds.

His balls were huge, bigger than bulls' balls. They both were about 20 centimetres (8 inches) long and had the shape of large fat emu eggs.

His thighs were truly humungous massive columns of striated bulging vein-covered muscle. They were tremendously thick like tree-trunks and Scott could see why he had difficulty walking normally. They were so thick they got in each other's way. When he walked, he would have to swing one leg around the other.

His waist looked tiny in comparison to the rest of him. It looked no bigger than before. It was however packed solid with muscle.

His wide back muscles came out from his waist horizontally and curved up each side of his back to his shoulders forming a great big thick and massive shield of muscle. These muscles used to give his torso its V-shape. They now gave it an almost rectangular appearance.

He turned side on to the mirror and displayed his muscles. His arms looked thicker than most men's thighs, even thicker than most men's chests. When he relaxed his arm, the biceps muscle was as big as a full-size watermelon but harder. Even when relaxed, his arm muscles were so big that the width from biceps to triceps was greater than the distance from shoulder to elbow.

He tensed his triceps and mountain ranges of muscle sprang into existence.

His chest was awesome. He had great thick mounds of pectoral muscle that formed a shelf under his chin and overhung his front like a great thick rounded concrete shelf. His abdominal muscles were like the craggy side of a mountain.

His buttocks were spectacular big rounded hemispheres of hard striated muscle. They made his waist look tiny. His thighs were truly enormous masses of striated bulging muscle.

His penis was so humungous that it was mind buggering in size. It was a great thick rock-hard shaft of flesh that had a slight upward curve. It reached to the top of his torso. It appeared to be in a state of permanent erection.

He was one huge mass of rock hard muscle with a fantastically enormous penis to match. He looked way beyond masculine. He was more than hyper-masculine. He oozed maleness. His cock leaked precum. He was rapt in his humungous new body. It was more than humungous. He was bigger than he had ever dreamed possible. He was a god of masculinity.

Scott finished admiring himself in the mirror and went looking for the measuring tape. He walked carefully to the door of the bathroom swinging his humungous thighs around each other. When he went out of the bathroom, he saw that the garage was in complete darkness. He entered the loft and that was completely dark too. It must be late, he thought to himself.

He groped around for the light switches in the loft and turned on the fluorescent lights. Outside the windows it was completely black.

He found the measuring tape and wrapped it around his huge upper arms that he had flexed. They both measured 47 inches (120 cm). He used the old surveyor's tape to measure his chest. That came to 85 inches (2.15 metres). His waist was still 33 inches (84 cm). It looked tiny now. His thighs were each an incredible 55 inches (140 cm).

He measured his penis, which seemed to be locked into a permanent erection. That was 22 inches (55 cm) long, 4 inches (10 cm) thick and 12.5 inches (32 cm) in circumference. It was absolutely enormous and as thick as a drainpipe. He wondered if he could fuck anyone without ripping them apart. Never mind. It was a magnificent penis and made a splendid plaything. It was still extremely stiff and hard like a thick steel bar.

He noticed that his huge cock reached almost up to his mouth. He remembered that Rod had mentioned that his semen tasted very sweet and delicious. The words Rod used were that it tasted like hot melted ice cream. Experimentally he licked the end of his cock with his tongue. A delicious hot tingle ran through his body. He put his mouth over the piss slit and ran his tongue over his cock head. His whole body tingled with delight. He could feel the pressure building in his groin.

He lay on the bed under the magnifying mirror and was rapt with admiration of his huge and magnificent body. He lay on the bed and flexed his gigantic muscles. His rampant cock tingled with delight.

He propped himself up on the pillows and put his mouth over the end of his huge cock head. It was far too big to fit into his mouth so he contented himself with running his tongue over his cock head particularly around the piss slit. He started sucking on the end. It felt fantastic. Fancy sucking himself off, he thought to himself with a giggle. It was the first time he had ever tried it.

He kept on sucking on the end of his cock and rubbed both his hands up and down the thick hard shaft. The big square mirror was still in position at the foot of the bed so that he could see himself stroking and sucking himself off. He revelled in the sight of his gigantic huge muscles bulging and contracting as he rubbed his both hands up and down the shiny smooth skin of the penis shaft.

He felt the pressure building in his groin. He tensed all his muscles while he continued masturbating. The sight in the mirror of this huge humungous muscleman stroking his massive long thick shiny log of a cock while sucking on the end was a very strongly stimulating sight.

He kept on stroking his cock and sucking on the end. He was enjoying to the full every stroke and every sensation that coursed through his utterly massive body.

His balls were absolutely enormous. He could feel the familiar ache in them as the sexual tension built.

His groin felt congested. It started to churn. His balls contracted and he felt something explode deep in his groin. His hot semen boiled up through his prostate. He could feel his hot spunk coursing up the long length of his huge penis. He kept his mouth firmly clamped to the end of his cock. He was rewarded by a gush of sweet warm liquid into his mouth. Rod was right. It did taste like hot melted ice cream. He was only able swallow a little. He removed his mouth and his spunk squirted into his face. He laughed as he lay back and enjoyed his orgasm to the full. It was a good one that went on for some time.

Spent, Scott lay back on the bed gasping and groaning with delight. It had indeed been a good one. He heaved a deep sigh and relaxed. He was happy. He now had the most magnificent body in the world. He was big enough now. He was well satisfied. He was so incredibly hot, horny, sexy and muscular. He felt wonderful. He lay back on the bed and dreamily admired his reflection in the mirror suspended above him.

He could go to sleep here but he thought he had better go home to bed. He turned over and looked at the digital clock on the bedside cupboard. He was surprised and discomfited to see that it was after midnight. He calculated that his session on the workout bike had lasted about nine hours. He had difficulty believing it. However, it was pitch dark outside.

He had another shower to wash off the semen.

Back in the loft he hunted around trying to find clothes that would fit him. The Speedos that he wore earlier that day he could not pull up above his knees without tearing them. His thighs were huge. Not only that, but his penis was in a state of permanent erection and the bathers were far too small to hide it. It was so stiff that he could not push it down further than about sixty degrees away from vertical without causing himself pain. He would have to hide it under a loose shirt if he could find a shirt big enough to accommodate both his cock and his gigantic 85-inch chest. None of Derek's shirts looked anything like big enough. They were all far too small. In fact all of Derek's shirts and tops looked too small for Derek now that he was big and muscular. Even the baggy overalls were far too small. There was simply nothing in the loft big enough for him to wear.

He realised that he would have to drive home naked. It was after midnight so with luck he would not by seen by anyone.

Rod had called him the mightiest, most incredible fucking muscle freak in all the world. What would Rod say now?

Scott pulled on his dark blue New York Yankees baseball cap and his boots. They were the only things that fit now. Apart from that, his super-humungous body with the super-massive muscles was naked. He turned out all the lights except for the one over the top of the staircase.

He found that he could not descend the stairs normally. His thighs were just too massively thick. He could not go down backwards or forwards. The only way he could descend was sideways. He went down slowly one step at a time.

Finally he made it down to the bottom of the stairs and opened the garage door. He went to his ute and tried to get in but he was too big. He just could not fit in the cab. His thighs were simply too big to fit under the steering wheel. There was no way he could drive it.

He tried Derek's Pajero. He was able to adjust the steering wheel and the seat so that he could get in and drive it but it was not comfortable. Besides, his huge stiff 22-inch cock was waving about in his face. It was distracting. He could not get it to stay anywhere else.

He started up the four-wheel-drive and drove out. Laboriously he clambered out and locked up the garage door. With relief he climbed back into the Pajero and drove off towards the town.

It was a warm, almost hot night. The air was very balmy. Scott left the driver's window open to let in the air.

When he reached High Street, he found there was still a lot of people and traffic about. With alarm he remembered that this night, Saturday night, was Carol Night when the combined churches held a service of Christmas carols in the wide median strip in High Street in the middle of the town. He had completely forgotten about it. The carol service had just finished and people were chattering cheerfully while walking to their cars. Scott's parents had told him he should go along to the service and sing Christmas carols.

He ducked down the nearest side street and drove through the dark and quiet streets towards home.

He turned a corner and saw ahead of him a very big tall figure dancing along in the centre of the street. Cave Bear! All 6 foot 11 inches (210 cm) of him. Cave Bear was huge. Not only that but he had relatively short legs and a very long torso. He was strongly built with proportionately broad shoulders. He was instantly recognisable from behind with his long back, thick powerful arms and relatively short legs.

He was called Cave Bear because people said he resembled one. With his shaggy brown hair, one could believe it. Rob declared that cave bears were extinct. However, Matt, who had his nose in a Conan the Barbarian comic, waved it at Rob and Scott and showed them a picture of a cave bear. It was fighting Conan. Scott did agree that Cave Bear was at least built like a grizzly bear with his short legs and long torso.

As Scott drove up, Cave Bear sprang in front of the Pajero. Scott hit the brakes. When the vehicle ground to a halt, Cave Bear placed his huge hands on the bonnet of the four-wheel-drive and grinned inanely through the windscreen at Scott. He had obviously been celebrating Christmas with a few drinks.

It occurred to Scott that if anybody could take his almighty huge cock up his arse, it would be Cave Bear. After all, it was Cave Bear who used to get himself fucked by a jack donkey. Scott knew the story well. His brothers told it with great relish. The story had been told many times around the town.

It was politically correct to say of Cave Bear that he was intellectually challenged. He lived by himself in a grubby little old caravan in the Riverside Caravan Park on the edge of the town next to the national park. He did work for Scott's father Max Reeves once, but Max, as patient as he was, found Cave Bear intolerable. Cave Bear just could not do the work, so he had to go. This had happened several years ago. Cave Bear, however, bore him no grudge. In fact he bore no one any grudge. He was a sweet natured soul. Nearly always he had a ready smile. He did not seem to mind people making fun of him.

These days he never worked. His sole income was the invalid pension. It was enough to pay for his food, the rent on the caravan and not much else.

Jack the jack donkey lived on Walkley's Farm, which was a large mixed farm not far out of Ringtail Springs. The farm ran a dairy with quite a large herd of cattle, as well as sheep, angora goats, ordinary goats, alpacas and llamas. The goats supplied goats' milk to many of the weekenders in the town. Jack the donkey lived there in a paddock all on his own. There was a thriving fruit orchard as well that supplied the town. The farm had set up a bed and breakfast business where paying guests stayed in one of a number of cottages built on the property. It was a working farm that also allowed city-dwellers to experience country life. To help run all this, the doughty Mrs Anne Walkley had given birth to five sturdy sons and two fine daughters. The children were now in their teens and early twenties. Mr Geoffrey Walkley was a proud father as well as being a good farmer and businessman.

Cave Bear had become friendly with Jack the donkey. Somehow he got the donkey to fuck him. The story went that Cave Bear was walking past Walkley's Farm one day when he was taken short. Desperate for a shit, he climbed over the fence into the donkey's paddock. Under some trees he dropped his pants, squatted down and shat a great shit. Jack, being a curious donkey, trotted over to have a look. He saw Cave Bear's bare arse and became sexually aroused by the sight. He knocked Cave Bear over on all fours, mounted Cave Bear and stuck his erect penis up Cave Bear's arsehole.

Cave Bear really enjoyed having the donkey's dick up his arse. He would every now and then wash out his arsehole, tip some cooking oil into his anus from a bottle he kept in his caravan, walk over to Walkley's Farm and climb over the fence into Jack's paddock. Then he would strip off his pants, bend over and display his bare buttocks to the donkey. Jack willingly obliged by sticking his enormous penis up inside Cave Bear's arsehole. It was a mutually satisfying relationship for both of them.

All went well until one day Mrs Myrtle McBride, the wife of George McBride, had a bright idea. She was an arch good lady of the parish of St. Aidan's Anglican Church at Ringtail Springs. That year she was organising the annual parish fete. She thought it would be a good idea to have donkey rides for the children at the fete. It would be fun for the children, she thought, and it might be a good fundraiser. Accordingly, she visited Walkley's Farm and asked Geoffrey Walkley to volunteer Jack the donkey's services. Geoffrey had of course obligingly consented.

Mrs McBride had walked around to the donkey's paddock with Mr and Mrs Walkley and several of their children. They were all standing around talking and patting the donkey. Jack suddenly leapt upon Mrs McBride, knocked her face down on the ground and tried to stick his huge erect penis into her buttocks. Her screams were ear splitting and voluminous. It took Geoffrey Walkley and three of his sons to wrestle the donkey off the unfortunate Mrs McBride. Matters were made worse when Mrs McBride discovered that her underpants and the inside of her dress were wet with the donkey's semen.

Anne Walkley took an hysterical and thoroughly discomposed Myrtle McBride back up to the house to take a bath and change into borrowed clothes.

The idea of donkey rides at the parish fete was summarily dismissed by Mrs McBride. That animal was too dangerous, she said. It could not be trusted, particularly with children.

That evening at the dinner table a gravely embarrassed Geoffrey Walkley announced that he was going to put a bullet through the donkey's brain. However, Jack was a family pet of many years standing and the rest of the family was united in their opposition to the donkey being put to death. Geoffrey found himself the centre of a firestorm of criticism. Jason, the youngest aged fourteen, crystallised the argument when he declared that the fat-arsed stuck-up old bitch deserved to get monstered by the donkey. It was the funniest thing he had ever seen.

Anne Walkley suggested a solution. They would ease Jack's loneliness and sexual frustration by getting him a wife. Therefore soon afterwards, Jennie the she-donkey or jenny arrived. Jack and Jennie hit it off immediately and it was not long before Jennie was pregnant.

Meanwhile, Cave Bear knew none of this, despite the fact that many in the town had had a good laugh at Myrtle McBride's expense. Jason Walkley told the story to his friends at school for weeks.

One fine day Cave Bear oiled up his arsehole and trotted off to Walkley's Farm. He was somewhat surprised to see two donkeys in the donkey paddock. However, he still stripped off his pants and presented his bare buttocks to Jack. Jack, on the other hand, took not the slightest bit of notice of Cave Bear. He was happily standing next to Jennie and rubbing noses with her. Cave Bear moved closer and presented his buttocks to Jack again several times. Still, Jack showed no interest at all in Cave Bear.

However, Jennie did take notice of Cave Bear. Whether she became jealous or saw Cave Bear as a threat is not known. Nonetheless, the pregnant jenny trotted over and sank her teeth into Cave Bear's bare behind. Cave Bear's screams resounded for miles. It was said that they could be heard clearly in Ringtail Springs.

Gavin Walkley, Geoffrey's eldest son, was in the next paddock the other side of a stretch of trees checking on the herd of alpacas when he heard the screams. He quickly drove over to the donkey paddock in his ute. There he saw Cave Bear standing screaming in the paddock with no pants on and blood running down his leg from a wound in his buttock cheek. The two donkeys were standing together looking at Cave Bear but did not appear very concerned.

Gavin patched up the wound as best he could. While he did so, Cave Bear babbled out his story. Gavin could scarcely believe his ears. It was very hard for him to keep a straight face. Although Cave Bear was a gentle giant he was still much bigger than Gavin. Gavin was astounded that Cave Bear was taking the jack donkey's penis up his arse. That probably explained why Jack had monstered Myrtle McBride. The donkey obviously thought he could take liberties with human beings. At least that stopped when Jennie arrived. He had been devoted to her ever since.

Gavin realised Cave Bear's profusely bleeding wound was beyond him. He bandaged up Cave Bear's bottom as best he could, put him in the ute and drove him to the hospital in Ringtail Springs. There the wound was stitched up.

Some time after that, the Walkleys decided to install solar hot water heating in all their guest cottages as well as the main house. Max Reeves got the job. It was a big job to install all the plumbing and the solar hot water heaters and took all his resources. Max was busy with shire council business, so it was left to his two older sons Matt and Rob to manage the job. It took Matt, Rob, Mick, Shane, Shaun, Doug the Thug and Leafy Lane two weeks to do the job. Meanwhile the old plumber Percy Plummer attended to the emergencies. Scott was still at school then.

When the job was finished, the Walkleys invited the plumbers and their labourers to a celebratory barbecue. Much steak was eaten and much beer was drunk. They were all sitting around in a happy and relaxed mood, when Gavin told the story about Cave Bear's affair with Jack the donkey and how he got bitten on the arse by the she-donkey when Cave Bear was waving it at Jack. The affair probably explained why Jack tried to stick his dick up Myrtle McBride's arse. The Reeves Plumbing crew laughed themselves silly. Shaun laughed so hard that he threw up all his steak, chips and beer.

Doug the Thug was never able to keep a good story to himself. Matt and Shane were not far behind. That evening everyone who drank at the Prince of Wales Hotel knew about it. In the next couple of days nearly everyone in the town knew. Matt and Rob took great delight in telling Scott all about it.

No one in town knew what Cave Bear's real name was.

Cave Bear ambled around the Pajero and stuck his shaggy head in through the driver's side window. His beer-perfumed breath wafted in Scott's face.

"Merry Christmas," he rumbled cheerfully.

"Same to you, Cave Bear," said Scott with resignation.

"Hey, it's you, Scottie," exclaimed Cave Bear. "Fuck, you're huge. Shit! You're fucking enormous. What huge muscles you got! I thought it was Derek What's-his-face who lives up in the old garage next to the hotel on Valley Road. He drives around in one of these Jap things, just like this thing you're driving. But it's you, Scottie."

He reached in and grabbed Scott's erect penis.

"What's this thing?" he asked.

Scott tried to peel Cave Bear's mighty mitt from his penis but his exquisitely sensitive penis hurt.

"Fucking hell! It's a dick. Fuck, Scottie, it's your dick and it's fucking huge. What a fucking monster! Geez, Scottie, you're fucking huge all over."

Scott was in an awkward situation. Here he was sitting in Derek's Pajero stark naked with Cave Bear holding his cock in a vice-like grip.

"Scottie, can you give me a big Christmas present? Please? I really need a big cock now. I can't do it with Jack any more. He doesn't like me any more since he got his girl friend. And she's real nasty. She bit me on the arse real hard and it hurt like fucking hell. Please, Scottie, please stick your huge dick up my arse. Please, Scottie, pretty please. I need a Christmas present real bad. Nobody else's going to give me a Christmas present. I love your huge muscles. You're real muscly and you're so strong."

While Cave Bear continued pleading, thoughts whirled through Scott's mind. His cock had been rock hard every since his session on the work out bike. With Cave Bear holding on to his cock, he was getting hornier by the minute. Cave Bear was desperate for Scott to fuck him. Maybe there would be no harm in that. After all, Cave Bear was the probably the only human being in the world who could take his huge cock. And the thought of sticking his cock up another man's arse appealed to Scott, particularly a really big strong man like Cave Bear. His cock was already permanently stiff. It would be really great to slide his cock up Cave Bear's arsehole. He became hornier at the thought. Cave Bear was pathetically eager to be fucked.

Scott completely forgot about the thunderstorm and his vow.

"OK," said Scott. "I'll fuck you."

Cave Bear gave a whoop of joy and jumped into the passenger's side of the four-wheel-drive. Scott drove through the dark streets to the Riverside Caravan Park. They drove past the other residents who were noisily celebrating Christmas with plenty of drinks around a fiercely burning campfire. Cave Bear directed Scott past them to his caravan.

Cave Bear lived in an old fibreglass caravan that looked as if it had not moved for many years. It was at the edge of the thick forest of the national park well away from the other caravans. It was some distance away from the ablutions block, which was the way Cave Bear liked it. He was less likely to be bothered by the other occupants. However he did have electric power and a tap with a hose. His caravan was in complete darkness.

Cave Bear stripped off his T-shirt and shorts. He squatted down next to the tap, turned it on and inserted the running hose up his anus. Scott was grateful that Cave Bear was considerate enough to wash out his arsehole before sex. Cave Bear remarked that he did the same for Scott as he did for Jack the donkey.

He ushered Scott into his caravan and turned on the light. It was cramped inside. Scott was struck by the mess in which Cave Bear lived. The double bed looked like it had not been made for ages. There was a pong of body odour and other unidentifiable smells in the air.

Cave Bear ran his hands eagerly over Scott's massive body, revelling in the feel of Scott's huge bulging muscles. He was rapt. He was spellbound by the sheer mass and thickness of Scott's muscles.

Remembering why he was there, Cave Bear grabbed a bottle of cooking oil from the small sink, lay back on the bed and inserted the neck into his anus. He allowed a fair amount of oil to pour into his arse, then replaced the bottle on the sink. He went down on all fours on the bed and presented his bare arse to Scott.

"OK, Scottie. You can fuck me now," he said. "Fuck me with your huge cock and all your huge muscles."

Scott's enormous penis was still massively erect. It was as hard as a rock. Scott needed no further invitation.

Standing at the end of the bed, Scott pressed the end of his cock against the anal opening. It was tightly closed. Scott pushed a little harder. Cave Bear grunted and pushed back on Scott's cock. Suddenly his arsehole opened and Scott's cock head slipped in through the opening. Cave Bear groaned in sheer delight as Scott slowly and gently thrust his huge massive cock further up into Cave Bear's anus. It was four inches (10 cm) thick and Cave Bear's anal sphincters were being stretched considerably. Scott was surprised that Cave Bear could fit his penis at all, let alone enjoy it as he obviously was.

As he stood over Cave Bear fucking him slowly, he was amazed at how huge Cave Bear's back was. It was very long and broad and it was packed with muscle. After all, Cave Bear was almost seven feet tall. All his extra height was in his torso. Cave Bear's arms and legs were masses of muscle tensing up as Scott fucked him. Scott held onto Cave Bear's waist and kept on thrusting until his entire penis was pushed up inside Cave Bear's massive torso. Cave Bear was panting heavily and his body was slick with sweat. Scott's hugely muscled body was running with sweat also. Cave Bear's panting became synchronised with Scott's thrusts in him as Scott increased the speed of his thrusts.

Tremendous sensations coursed through Scott's penis as he thrust in and out of Cave Bear's arsehole. Suddenly Cave Bear arched his back and made a loud noise midway between a cry and a groan. His whole body tensed up and shuddered. Scott could feel Cave Bear's insides pulsating around his cock rammed up Cave Bear's arsehole. Feeling Cave Bear's orgasm around his cock was enough to tip Scott into orgasm as well. He gave one more great thrust. He shouted with joy as his groin contracted vigorously and his hot spunk boiled up out of his balls through his pulsating groin and squirted up the length of his cock into Cave Bear's shuddering torso.

As orgasm swept through him, Scott lay down along Cave Bear's massive back. He groaned with delight as his cock pumped his semen deep into Cave Bear's intestines. Somehow, Cave Bear was able to bear Scott's great weight for a little while.

When Cave Bear's orgasm ceased, he collapsed under Scott and they ended up in a heap of massive muscle on the bed. They lay there quietly with Scott's huge thick arms wrapped affectionately around Cave Bear's chest.

"God! That was wonderful," moaned Cave Bear. Scott kissed him on the cheek.

They lay on the bed together awhile with Scott's front pressed against Cave Bear's back. His penis was still stiff up inside Cave Bear's torso.

Cave Bear straightened himself out and savoured Scott's enormous penis up inside him. His anal sphincters were tightly stretched around the base of Scott's penis.

Scott ran his hands over the dark hairs of Cave Bear's huge, thickly muscled chest. He was impressed by the size and thickness of Cave Bear's pectoral muscles. He liked the thick muscularity of Cave Bear's torso which was still impaled on his stiff penis. That thought made him horny again.

He wrapped his massively muscular arms around Cave Bear's huge chest. Experimentally he started thrusting his cock up inside Cave Bear's innards again.

"You ready to go again, mate?" asked Cave Bear with interest.

"Sure am," replied Scott as he nuzzled the back of Cave Bear's neck.

He kept on thrusting his cock up inside Cave Bear while Cave Bear groaned in joy and delight.

"Oh, too much, too much," moaned Cave Bear.

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