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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 9. Scott Waits.
------------------------------------ Part 35: Waiting for Derek ------------------------------------
Scott kept on thrusting into Cave Bear's arsehole, revelling in the sensation of Cave Bear's innards pressing tightly on his enormous penis. He reached around Cave Bear's heaving torso and grasped his semen-slicked penis. It was as stiff as a ramrod and it was slippery. It felt quite big and thick, probably about 20 cm (eight inches) long. Scott rubbed his hand up and down the shaft while he kept on thrusting into Cave Bear. Cave Bear groaned in ecstasy while Scott held him firmly with one hand and masturbated him with the other.
Cave Bear gave a deep groan. His great body tensed and shuddered. His insides churned and seethed around Scott's thrusting penis. His penis pulsed in Scott's hand as it gushed forth semen in thick ropy white gobs. Once more Scott roared into orgasm and squirted his spunk deep into Cave Bear's bowels. It was ecstatic joy to feel his hot semen spurting deep into Cave Bear's great big muscular torso and to feel Cave Bear shuddering with a splendid orgasm. It was wonderful to bring such happiness and pleasure to both Cave Bear and himself. Fucking was huge fun and Cave Bear's arse was extraordinarily tight and pleasurable. It was just about as good as the fuck hole in the workout bike.
When their orgasms were over, they lay quietly alongside each other once again. Scott's penis was still huge and stiff up Cave Bear's anus. It felt as though it was going to be erect always.
After a while, Scott declared that he had better leave.
He tried to ease his massively stiff ramrod of a penis out of Cave Bear's arsehole but Cave Bear yelped in pain. Scott continued his attempt to withdraw his penis but he had to stop when Cave Bear screamed.
Scott realised that he was stuck. His enormous two-foot long thick erect penis was firmly stuck up Cave Bear's tightly contracted arsehole. He could not remove his penis without causing considerable damage to Cave Bear's insides. He comprehended that if he used his massive brute strength to extract his penis, he could kill Cave Bear. Somehow a loop of Cave Bear's bowel had snagged Scott's huge penis. In addition, Cave Bear's anal sphincters had locked around the thick shaft of Scott's penis so tightly that Scott's penis was clamped almost immovably.
With a sigh Scott lay down against Cave Bear's back again. He was not going to be able to go anywhere until somehow his cock could be persuaded to become limp. Was that possible? He would just have to keep on fucking Cave Bear until his cock went down. That was not a problem. Scott seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of semen.
Once more he thrust his cock deep into Cave Bear's bowels. In and out he thrust. Cave Bear got into the rhythm again. His cock stiffened rapidly as Scott continued fucking him. Scott masturbated him and brought him to orgasm. Cave Bear's churning innards once more triggered a fantastic orgasm in Scott. Scott really enjoyed thrusting his enormous penis into Cave Bear's mighty body and feeling it twitch and shudder as it was shaken by a huge orgasm.
When their orgasmic delights concluded, they lay quietly alongside one another. Scott did not attempt to extract his huge stiff penis from Cave Bear's arsehole again. Sleep quickly overtook them both.
When Scott awoke, it was light outside Cave Bear's caravan. The birds' dawn chorus was in full voice. Cave Bear was sound asleep and snoring loudly.
Scott was snuggled up against Cave Bear's great broad back. His huge arms were wrapped tenderly around Cave Bear's thickly muscled torso. His enormous penis was as stiff as a ramrod thrust up Cave Bear's arsehole.
The sun had not yet risen. Scott had no idea what the time was. No clock was visible inside the caravan.
With a sense of unease he realised that this was the day on which Derek was arriving home. He tried easing his enormous stiff penis out from Cave Bear's arsehole which was still tight around the shaft.
Cave Bear awoke with a start.
"Ow! You're hurting me," he cried.
Scott stopped trying to remove his huge penis.
"You know, Cave Bear, I'm going to have to fuck you a few times if I'm going to get this fucking huge cock of mine to go down," Scott laughed.
"Goodie!" exclaimed Cave Bear gleefully.
"I hope my cock does go down, otherwise we're going to be stuck together forever."
Cave Bear giggled at the prospect. It filled Scott with dread.
"You know, Scottie," said Cave Bear. "I love it when you fuck me. You fill me up inside real good."
He turned around and looked at Scott with a great big wide happy grin.
Scott hugged him.
Cave Bear continued. "There used to be this real nice man who used to fuck me lots when I was a kid. It was real nice but the police took him away and put him in jail. This lady said I mustn't let men fuck me 'cos it's real bad. But it was real nice. I cried lots when he got taken away and put in jail. I liked having his cock up my bum. He loved me. He told me so. It's a long time since anyone's fucked me, not counting Jack the donkey."
Scott started thrusting his stiff penis rhythmically up into Cave Bear's muscular arse. Cave Bear arched his back and groaned in delight. Scott kept his huge arms wrapped around Cave Bear's torso and ran his hands over Cave Bear's front. He revelled in the thick muscles of Cave Bear's chest and belly.
Cave Bear's cock stiffened rapidly into a respectable size. His pleasure intensified when Scott wrapped his hand around his cock and masturbated him. Cave Bear was in raptures with Scott's massive cock thrusting up energetically into his bowels, Scott's hand stroking his cock and the feel of Scott's enormous thick strong arms and body wrapped around his own. It was like being a teenage boy again and being fucked by the man who used to love him before.
Cave Bear roared into orgasm. His insides churning around Scott's penis were quite enough to trigger an orgasm for Scott. Scott clasped Cave Bear's great body tightly while they both shuddered with orgasmic delight.
When the orgasms ceased, they lay quietly together with Scott's massively muscled chest and belly pressed against Cave Bear's back. Scott's cock was still stiff. He could not extract it from Cave Bear's arsehole yet. Cave Bear lay against Scott with a blissful smile on his face.
"That's the best fuck I ever had," said Cave Bear dreamily. "I love you, Scottie. You're so big and strong. I love your huge big mighty muscles. I love you so much."
Scott sighed. He did not want to hear that. He affectionately nuzzled the back of Cave Bear's thick muscular neck wondering what to say. He felt very uncomfortable about telling Cave Bear he loved him. That would be a complete lie. And poor old Cave Bear was dumb. Let's face it, he thought, Cave Bear is as thick as two short planks.
He thrust his cock up into Cave Bear's torso once more. Cave Bear groaned and moaned in joyous delight. Scott thrust his cock up into Cave Bear with vigour. It was fun fucking Cave Bear. There was no denying that. Cave Bear's arsehole was a sweet tight fuck hole wrapped around his rampaging hot cock. It felt wonderful.
Cave Bear's stiff cock felt hot in his hand as he stroked it up and down. Suddenly it jerked in a spasm as Cave Bear moaned deeply with another orgasm. He was in complete bliss. Scott felt really aroused by the fact that Cave Bear was turned on so strongly by him. He was really hot and horny. Cave Bear's churning innards was enough to spur Scott once more into orgasm. He thrust his huge cock up into Cave Bear's anus as far as it could go. It was sheer delight to squirt his boiling hot semen deep into Cave Bear's bowels.
They lay quietly together once it had finished. It was fun. Cave Bear was in a state of sheer bliss. Scott's cock was still stiff.
Scott fucked Cave Bear once more into a state of orgasmic bliss. Cave Bear was overwhelmed with love and gratitude. He declared his undying love for Scott, much to Scott's embarrassment.
Scott thought of what Derek would say. Derek was coming home today. How would Derek take it if he knew? What would he say if Scott turned up with Cave Bear tagging along? He felt anxious as these thoughts whirled through his mind. His cock slackened and went limp.
Seizing the opportunity, he eased his massive cock out from Cave Bear's anus. Cave Bear whimpered with disappointment. He had loved having Scott's huge great penis up his arse all night. Now he felt incomplete and hollow.
Scott looked at his cock. It was like a great fat limp uncooked sausage and it was streaked with shit, Cave Bear's shit. Scott shuddered with revulsion.
"Scottie, don't leave me," whined Cave Bear.
Scott got up from the bed. Cave Bear started to get up too. There was a horrid squelching farting sound as a foul smelling mixture of shit and semen squirted out of Cave Bear's anus all over the sheets. Scott was amazed at the volume that issued forth. He fought down his nausea.
"I got to go," said Scott.
"Please don't go," whined Cave Bear. "I'm so empty without you. I need you, Scottie. I love you, Scottie."
Scott looked down at his own shit-streaked cock. It hung down between his huge thick legs like a fat horse dick. He wanted to be out of here urgently.
Scott opened the door and went out of the caravan. The sun had just risen. The world smelt fresh and clean after the foetid squalor of Cave Bear's caravan.
He turned on the tap and squirted the shit off his penis. It stiffened under the stimulation of the high pressure of the water. He made sure every speck of Cave Bear's shit was hosed from his cock. It was agony when he squirted under his foreskin. His cock head tingled as with an electric shock as the cold water hit it under pressure. However, Scott made sure there was no trace of shit under his foreskin.
"Are you going?" asked Cave Bear plaintively.
"'Fraid so."
"Will you come back? I love you, Scottie. I love you so much." Cave Bear's whining voice grated on Scott's nerves. It sounded stupid coming from such a big man.
"Maybe," said Scott brutally. He hated this.
He climbed into the Pajero. Thankfully it started straight away. He gave a brief wave to Cave Bear as he accelerated away. In the rear view mirror he could see the huge man standing naked and forlorn as he waved pathetically alongside his caravan.
Scott drove quickly along the road towards the exit from the caravan park. He heaved a sigh of relief to have finally got away. Having his stiff cock stuck up Cave Bear's anus was a nightmarish prospect.
He drove past the inert forms of the people lying around the ashen remains of a campfire. They had been celebrating Christmas the night before when he had driven in with Cave Bear.
Suddenly he saw in his path a little girl standing in his way in the middle of the road. She had long straggly blonde hair and was wearing a thin sleeveless cotton dress. She stood as if hypnotised sucking her thumb. She looked to be about three to four years old.
Scott slammed on the brakes and swerved around her. Thankfully he missed her. A craggy-faced woman appeared and swept up the child into her arms. She hurled a stream of vile language at Scott as he accelerated away.
Fucking trailer trash, he thought angrily to himself.
Once out of the caravan park, he headed towards home with relief.
He drove along a back street of Ringtail Springs. The early morning sun slanted across the street illuminating the brilliant purple flowers of the jacaranda trees. He was naked. His huge cock draped over the steering wheel. It was too stiff to go completely down, but not stiff enough to stand upright in his face. He was hoping like hell that he saw no one else. He could not afford to have another entanglement like with Cave Bear.
Reaching home without incident, he drove up the driveway to the garage at the back of the house. He fumbled around in the glove box for the garage keys that were attached to the keys of his Ford ute. The $20,000 that Rod had given him was still safely in there. After carefully scanning the street and ascertaining that nobody was in sight, he eased his gigantic form out of the Pajero, unlocked the garage door and flung up the roller door with considerably more vigour than he intended. It hit the top with a loud bang. The whole garage rattled and shook. The door felt incredibly light as if it were made of paper. Scott realised that he was massively strong, much stronger than before. He would have to be careful with his enormous strength.
He drove the four-wheel-drive into the garage and parked it in the space where his utility was normally kept. He then carefully closed the garage door. There appeared to be no damage done.
OK. He was enormously strong. He ran his hands over his massive body. His huge muscles felt good. He felt tremendously powerful and potent. He felt strong enough to lift a motor vehicle.
His eyes lit upon his brother Matt's bright yellow Holden utility. It had a V8 motor and weighed a little over a ton. It had a solid chromed steel bull bar at the front, which would give Scott plenty of purchase.
He found some thick leather work gloves and put them on.
He gripped the bright chromed bars of the bull bar and heaved. The front of the ute lifted but the wheels did not leave the floor. It was heavier that he expected. He put more effort into his next lift and this time he lifted the front of the ute up into the air. His huge biceps bulged massively. He felt good. He felt massively powerful. He lifted the front up further and worked his way underneath the vehicle, taking care to place his hands on the strong cross members. The pressure on his hands was considerable.
He worked his way back towards the centre of gravity of the ute until he felt the rear wheels lift from the ground. He moved his hands until he was holding the utility horizontally over his head.
It was a proud moment for him. He felt incredibly strong and powerful. He was actually able to lift a motor vehicle all by himself. However, his hands and wrists were hurting under the strain.
Having satisfied himself he could do it, he put Matt's ute gently back down on the floor again.
He thought about his father's Toyota trucks but decided against them. There was too much loose stuff in the trays, which may make the vehicles unstable. He would never live it down if he dropped one of the trucks.
He decided to try lifting Derek's Pajero. With a considerable effort he lifted up the front of the four-wheel-drive until it was canted in the air over his head. It was quite a bit heavier than Matt's utility. He worked his way backwards keeping his gloved hands on the chassis members. However, when he was near the centre of gravity, he could not quite muster enough grunt to lift the rear wheels off the ground. Try as he might, the rear wheels stubbornly refused to leave the ground. The two-ton bulk of the Pajero was just too much for him to lift. Besides, his hands and wrists were hurting a lot under the strain.
Regretfully, he put the Pajero down again. Never mind. At least he was strong enough to lift Matt's utility. He decided against trying to lift the old Honda Civic station wagon that they all learnt to drive on. He knew from experience that the bumper bars crumpled easily. They certainly would not take the weight if he tried to lift it.
He was truly massive and he revelled in it. But he had no idea how much he weighed. He removed his gloves and strutted over to the scales his father used. He stood on them and the needle whizzed around the dial until it stopped with a clunk at just over 250 kilograms. He clearly weighed more than that. 250 kilograms is 550 pounds.
He remembered the old balance scales in the corner of the garage. His grandfather had bought them many years ago. His father seldom used them nowadays as they were calibrated in the old imperial system and his father used the metric system entirely in his plumbing business.
The old scales clanked when Scott stood on the weighing platform. He picked up a balance weight equivalent to five hundredweight from the shelf where they were kept and hefted it. It was made of solid iron and weighed probably about 20 to 30 pounds. He placed the weight on the balance pan. Five hundredweights was not enough. He put on an extra one-hundredweight weight. Six hundredweights was a little too much. He replaced the one-hundredweight weight with two quarters then added another quarter. That was still not enough. He moved the sliding balance weight along the balance arm until the end moved clear of the stops. The pointer on the weight showed 22 pounds.
Scott weighed five hundredweight, three quarters and 22 pounds. He stepped off the scales and looked at the old chart written out in a boyish hand. It had made been by his father many years ago when he was a boy. The chart even had his father's name and the date on it - Maxwell Reeves, 1961. It was pinned up on a wooden beam behind the scales. He used a notepad left on the bench to add up his weight. One hundredweight was 112 pounds. Five hundredweights was 560 pounds. One quarter was 28 pounds. Three quarters came to 84 pounds. 560 plus 84 plus 22 came to 666 pounds.
666 pounds! A chill ran over Scott. He remembered the thunderous sermon from the parson several months ago. 666 was the number of the beast in the Book of Revelation in the Bible. Goose bumps appeared on his skin. What the hell had he got himself into?
He told himself he was being silly. He calculated his weight in kilograms. That came to 303 kilograms. Was there anything especially holy about pounds? Surely not! It was just a coincidence. 303 kilograms sounded a lot better. It sounded impressive.
He looked out of the garage and saw that no one was in sight to see him in his nakedness. He strutted heavily across to the house and let himself in the back door. He was huge and he revelled in his size.
He walked, no, waddled into the kitchen. Something seemed to be not right. He checked the big AGA slow combustion stove and it felt stone cold; it had gone out.
He felt guilty about letting down the family. Somehow the stove had come to symbolise the family. It had been Scott's job for some time to keep the stove supplied with wood. He felt that he had failed.
The AGA also heated up the hot water for the house. In the winter the stove was necessary to heat the hot water. It did not matter now that it was summer time because the solar hot water panels Max had installed on the roof were able to carry the load.
Scott felt irritated with himself. He gave the ash pan the customary heave to remove it. So great was his strength that the ash pan flew out from the stove across the kitchen and bounced off the cupboards opposite. Ash was scattered all over the place. Scott was covered in it.
His strength was amazing. Normally it took a good strong tug to slide the ash pan out from the stove. But this time it flew across the kitchen. What a mess! Scott fought down his rising temper as he realised that he had to clean it up and soon because Derek was coming back this afternoon.
Scott gingerly got out the vacuum cleaner. He switched it on and gently vacuumed up the mess. He was so strong that he was afraid of breaking the vacuum cleaner.
He finished cleaning up the kitchen without incident and put the vacuum cleaner away.
He strolled naked and covered in ash down the hallway to his bathroom. It was with relief that he got in under the hot shower and washed off not just the ash but the sweat and semen from his encounter with Cave Bear. The solar panels that his father had installed had done the job well and the water was nice and hot.
He revelled in the hot water playing on his huge massive body. It felt good. He paid particular attention to cleaning his penis. He made sure that every skerrick of Cave Bear's shit was washed from it. Satisfied, he revelled in the hot water playing on his mighty muscles. Delighted, he ran his hands over the huge mounds and slabs of muscle that covered his body.
303 kilos he weighed. 303 kilograms of solid muscle. He was huge and he revelled in his hugeness. 303. 303 was the calibre of the old rifle for hunting kangaroos that his father had inherited from his father. It sounded good. He dimly remembered something about Rule 303, the law of the gun. It was something one of his brothers had told him. It sounded a lot better than 666 pounds.
Satisfied that he was clean, he got out of the shower. It was full daylight outside. Sunlight was coming in through the crinkle glass of the bathroom window.
He waddled into his bedroom and searched for something to wear. None of his clothes fitted him any more. He had grown to an enormous size. 303 kilos of solid muscle and he had nothing to wear. He searched through his drawers and cupboards but found nothing that would fit him. Not even his baggy tracksuits fitted him; they were far too tight now to get on. His underpants would have fitted his waist but there was no way that he could pull them on over his gigantic thighs.
In the bottom of the wardrobe he found the ugly batik sarong that his Aunt Rosalind had bestowed upon him one Christmas after one of her trips to Bali with her husband. It had lain there for years where Scott had thrown it in disgust. He had been fourteen at the time.
He held it up and looked at it. The main colour was tan and it was decorated with black and white figures of Balinese dancers. Up to now Scott had refused to wear it. But he had to wear this thing or nothing at all. He was not prepared for nakedness outside yet.
He wrapped it around his middle and tucked it into his waist. At least it stayed in place and covered his nakedness. He was glad that the rest of the family was away. He would have hated any of them to see him wearing this stupid bloody sarong.
Scott's next task was to light the stove again. He went outside to the wood heap. When he fetched the axe from the shed, he heard the fowls clucking hopefully in the chook house next door.
Shit! He had forgotten about the chooks completely. He checked the water trough and it was full of water. The trough had a ballcock connected to the mains and was always kept full of water. The feed tray was an ingenious construction fabricated by Max and Robbie. The chicken feed was put in a large bin and it flowed under gravity down through a pipe to the feed trough. As long as the feed bin had feed in it, the feed trough stayed full. There was always food and water.
The chooks clustered along the fence of the fowl yard clucking expectantly. Unfortunately, Scott had no kitchen scraps for them. They were not the least bit concerned by the fact he was carrying the axe. He put the axe down and checked the nesting boxes. In them he found ten eggs. He laughed. He had a metric dozen. He gathered then up and placed them in a shady spot under the tree near the woodheap.
He picked up the axe and set to work chopping up the firewood for the stove. With his massive strength and the razor sharp axe, the wood cleaved easily. The sarong kept slipping off though. After several attempts to tie it on more permanently, he gave up and cast it aside. He finished off chopping the wood naked. His hugely muscled body glistened in the morning sunlight. He thought if anyone saw him, they would get a real thrill. There was a high fence around the back so no one was able to see him.
He threw the wood into the wheelbarrow, gathered up the eggs in the sarong and waddled down to the house with his light burden.
He washed the shit and feathers off the eggs in the kitchen sink and put them in the refrigerator. He dumped the barrow load of firewood in the woodshed next to the kitchen door and relished the strong eucalyptus smell of the freshly split redgum wood. He lumped an armful of wood into the kitchen and dumped it into the wood box next to the stove. It took a while before he had the AGA stove fully alight and heating again. It always did take a while when it was cold.
He returned the wheelbarrow to the woodheap and axe to the shed. Again the chooks clustered hopefully at the fence when Scott approached. He took pity on them and pulled up some milkweed growing near the garden shed. The chooks leaped onto the greens and pecked at them eagerly.
The swimming pool looked inviting from where Scott stood. He was stark naked. He ran down to the pool and dived in with a tremendous splash. He sank straight to the bottom. He expected this and he was not worried. He swam along the bottom of the pool to the shallow end where he was forced to come up for air. He amused himself by swimming underwater down to the deep end then returning to the shallow end where he could stand up to breathe.
After a while he got bored with being a bottom crawler and clambered heavily out of the pool. He remembered that he had left the money that Rod had given him in the glove box of the Pajero. He crossed over to the garage after looking down the driveway to make sure that nobody could see him. Inside the four-wheel-drive he counted out the money on the front seat, two hundred one hundred dollar notes. The $20,000 was still all there. He gathered it all up into a fat wad of notes and took it back to the house.
In his bedroom he placed the wad of money in the secret compartment behind one of the drawers of his desk. He felt that the money was safe there until he could decide what to do with it. He had never seen so much money before in his life and he had no idea what to do with it.
He wandered down the hallway towards the kitchen. He revelled in his mighty body that was completely naked. It was wonderful to feel all his huge muscles. He was huge. Somehow he felt too huge. He could not fit into his old Ford utility any more. If people saw him, their eyes would pop. Cave Bear loved Scott's massive size. He did not count because he was retarded. Everyone else would think he was a freak. Did he like being a freak?
In the kitchen he checked the stove. It was burning nicely now. It felt warm. He closed the air vents and put it into slow combustion mode. The firewood would last until tomorrow. The fire would burn forever if he remembered to stoke it at least once a day.
The morning sunlight shone in through the kitchen windows. Reflections shone off the shiny kitchen bench tops. Scott thought about breakfast. He was not hungry at all. There was enough 'yolk' injected into his abdomen the previous night to fuel his massive body for several days. He did not need to eat until then.
Scott saw the answering machine on the kitchen bench. Its red light was flashing, indicating that there was a message. He saw that there were two messages waiting. The first was left by his mother the previous evening ringing from his Uncle David's house in Tenterfield. She reminded him to go to the Carol Night being held in Main Street. Bit late now, thought Scott. He went and shagged Cave Bear instead. He shuddered at the thought, particularly when his penis got stuck up Cave Bear's arse. He did not know what came over him. He must have been desperate.
He rang Uncle David's number but all he got was the message on his answering machine saying that the family had gone to church and please leave a message and if it was an emergency please ring the local hospital. Uncle David was the local doctor.
Scott left a message saying that he was fine and he had been out that night.
The second message was from Derek.
"Good day, mate," came Derek's voice from the machine. "I thought I'd try and catch you at home. I'm camped on a sand hill outside of Hay. I'm a fair way from the main road so I can't hear the trucks. It's really quiet here. I'm riding my bike across from Adelaide and I just got sick of being dazzled by the headlights on the Sturt Highway. So here I am, lying on my back ringing you on my mobile and staring up at this beautiful starry sky. I can see the Milky Way in all its glory. It's fantastic. The sky is just so full of stars. It's like this in the Flinders Ranges. It's really beautiful. It's amazing when you think about it. This show is put on every night except when it's clouded over. The patterns of stars change with the seasons. It's an eternal rhythm. You know, when I was at Ringtail, I forgot to look at the stars, like I did when I was living in Sydney. But you can't see them very well in the city. Not like here. When you're feeling down, just go outside and look at the stars. We'll be going out there to the stars, mate. We will."
"Anyway, I'll be heading off through Hay tomorrow morning. I reckon I'll hit Ringtail some time between one and two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. See you then, mate. Don't bother about ringing back."
Scott felt a wave of guilt wash over him. What was he going to tell Derek about Rod and Cave Bear? How would Derek take it? Derek sounded so cheerful on the phone.
Scott felt grubby, awful and disconsolate. His huge body seemed to be getting him into trouble. He did not know what to do.
Scott waddled into the gym, moving his enormous thighs around one another as he walked. Morning sunlight filled the room from the floor to ceiling windows. Plate glass mirrors covered the three remaining walls. The room was ablaze with sunlight.
He posed in front of the mirrors. His huge body was reflected in all three of the mirrors. He appreciated the vast size of his mighty bulging muscles. He could barely see over his gigantic pectoral muscles. He was truly massive. He was as big as in his wildest dreams stoked by the pictures of artists such as 'N' and 'HSMusclboy'. But people would stare at him. Their eyes would pop with amazement. He flexed his tremendous arms and saw his biceps peak into great mountains of muscle. 47 inches they measured. They were stunning. But what would his parents think? What would they say when they came home and saw him like this? Would they freak out? Scott was sure that his mother would. Maybe his father and his grandmother would be scared of him. What the hell was he going to do? And he had nothing to wear except that silly sarong. He was far too big for all his other clothes, even his underpants and bathers.
He found a barbell and placed 495 kilograms (1089 pounds) of weights on it. That was 10 45-kilogram and 2 22.5-kilogram weights. It was much heavier than his father or either his elder brothers could lift.
He lifted it easily with both arms. His biceps bulged hugely. The weights made the barbell flex down at each end.
He found he could lift the barbell with one arm. He tried lifting it with each arm in turn and succeeded. Both arms were equally strong. However, the strain made his hands and wrists hurt. He realised that he would not be able to do this too often.
He tried to find enough weights to bring the total up to 1000 kilograms, one metric ton, but there were not enough weights in the gym.
Scott became bored and irritable. He started to appreciate that his huge body was going to have problems. He most definitely was not normal. He did not particularly want to be just normal and boring, but this new body was too much. Also, he was apprehensive about seeing Derek again. But, maybe, Derek would understand. He hoped that Derek would be OK.
He went to his bedroom and wrapped the sarong around himself again. He put on his baseball cap and a pair of runners.
He drove the Pajero through the back streets of Ringtail Springs to Derek's garage on Valley Road. Nobody saw him. It was the Sunday before Christmas. Scott could hear church bells ringing out across the town.
When he reached Valley road, he opened up the garage door and parked the four-wheel-drive inside. He closed the door and climbed with great difficulty sideways up the stairs. His muscular thighs were so thick that they were a nuisance. He could not move them past one another on the staircase.
In the secret room he saw that the workout bike's standby light was on. He removed his sarong. With some difficulty he heaved his massive bulk onto the machine and put the helmet on over his head.
He asked Alfred if he could help him lose some of his bulk. Alfred replied that he did not know how to do that. Bloody machine, thought Scott and removed the helmet. He slid down off the workout bike disconsolately. He felt huge and awkward.
His spirits lifted a little when he went into the large airy loft where Derek slept. Sunlight streamed in through the large windows making patterns on the polished wooden floor.
He waddled clumsily around the loft. He had no idea what to do until Derek arrived. He stretched out on the bed, which creaked under his weight. It was very comfortable.
He lay on the black bed cover looking up at the reflection of his huge naked body in the overhead mirror. He clasped his hands behind his head and watched his enormous biceps bulge like mountains. He was monstrously muscular. He was indeed a muscle freak. He wondered what Rod would think of him now. Yesterday Rod had said he was mightiest, most incredible fucking muscle freak in all the world. Now he was much bigger. Yes. He was a real muscle monster, a massive muscle freak.
Somehow, though, he did not have in himself to have another orgasm. His huge muscles were great but he felt flat, tired and bored.
He snuggled into the pile of the soft black pillows heaped against the bedhead. He felt nice and comfortable. It was warm and cosy in the loft. Outside, the cicadas were buzzing noisily in the trees of the forest surrounding the garage and hotel.
His eyes felt heavy. He had not slept much the previous night with Cave Bear. He closed his eyes.
Suddenly Scott was aware that the light in the loft had changed. His eyes flew open. The patterns of sunlight on the floor had moved. He looked at Derek's bedside digital clock. It showed that it was well after one o'clock. He realised that he had been asleep for more than four hours.
He stretched and got out of bed. He found his boots and cap and that stupid sarong in the secret room and put them on. He thought he had better make himself decent for Derek, who would arrive home soon.
He slowly descended sideways down the stairs into the garage. When he was near the bottom, he heard the roar of a big motorbike outside on Valley Road. He almost fell off the last step in his haste to get outside. He heard more motorcycles going past. It sounded like there was a gang of motorcyclists passing. He quickly pulled open the door and waddled out of the garage as fast he could. He missed the last bike roaring up the road past the hotel. He went around the corner of the garage and looked towards the road. His sarong was falling off. It was a struggle to keep it on. He was just in time to see a big white 7-series BMW sedan cruise quietly past. In it sat four blonde women. The woman who was driving was pointing at the old hotel. One of the rear passengers looked at him as the car passed. Scott was barely decent with his sarong falling off his hips. He blushed. The BMW disappeared up the road. Three more big 7-series BMW sedans cruised past followed by five 5-series BMWs. Each car was full of women. He managed to tuck the sarong in so that it would not fall down.
Heavy and sweaty, Scott returned to the garage. Inside, the two vehicles were parked side by side. He patted his old Ford utility. He felt a twinge of sadness that he was too big to drive it now. Once again he tried to get into the cab but he could not fit in past the steering wheel. He had had a lot of fun in his utility and he felt regret now. It was like the time when he outgrew his pedal car when he was eight years old.
He explored around the garage. He saw the old machinery left over from the days as an engineering shop. There were things like drill presses, lathes and bandsaws. None had been used for several years.
Scott saw a metal bar between two uprights above his head. He reached up to do a chin-up on the bar. His enormous 47" (120-cm.) biceps bulged magnificently as they hauled his great bulk up into the air. He succeeded in doing the chin-up. However the bar sagged under his weight and the whole building creaked, groaned and rattled. Scott decided against a repetition.
He returned outside the garage. It was hot. In the forest the cicadas were in full voice. The air was thick with their buzz. Everything else was silent in the summer heat of the December noonday sun.
Scott grabbed a heavy metal chair from inside the garage and sat down on the concrete apron in the shade of the doorway. He perspired in the heat. A faint hot breeze blew.
As he sat, his hand was in his lap feeling the huge thick lump of meat that was his penis. He played with it through the thin material of his sarong. It quickly stiffened. The mighty erection was very uncomfortable inside the sarong so Scott untucked the sarong and exposed his enormous penis to the air.
The hard flesh felt good in his hands. He enjoyed rubbing it and feeling the long fat shaft stiffen even further. It was as hard as a rock. His huge arms bulged with thick hard veined muscle. He tensed his massive chiselled torso and it bulged with muscle all over. He felt hot and horny. He loved his huge hard muscles and his huge hard cock. He felt tremendously masculine and potent.
He realised that his huge erection prevented him from putting the sarong back on. He thought of Derek returning but the thought of Derek's big hot muscular body made him hotter and hornier than ever. Derek was terribly sexy. Scott groaned with the sexual tension. His balls ached. Precum dribbled from the orifice of his penis.
He realised that he should not leave his semen splattered all over the concrete apron. He picked up the chair with the sarong draped over it and carted it over to the shade of a nearby gumtree. The mighty long stiff club of meat that was his penis waved in his face. The cock head and shaft were slick with precum. He put the chair down on the ground that was covered in dead gum leaves from the tree above him
He sat down and rubbed his hands over his huge rock hard cock. The end was in his face so he licked his cock head around the orifice. Tingles ran up and down his penis and all over his body. He continued rubbing his shaft with his hands. His precum turned milky.
Scott continued masturbating. The ache in his balls and groin intensified. He felt his climax building. His massive body tensed up. His huge muscles were rock hard all over. They bulged mightily. Scott felt at the peak of hyper-masculine potency.
Suddenly something deep inside his groin contracted then exploded. He quickly angled his penile cannon away from himself. Hot semen boiled up out of his groin and squirted out of his mighty penis in thick white ropes that flew in arcs to the leaf covered ground. He cried out in the intensity of his orgasm as hot gouts of semen continued gushing from his cock. It went on and on.
When his orgasm finally subsided, he slumped back in his chair. His gigantic muscles bulged. His enormous penis was still as stiff as ever. He kept thinking about Derek. He could not help it. His cock seemed locked into a permanent erection again. It would not go down. It was like a thick hard baseball bat jutting out from his groin.
Meat ants appeared and started gathering around the gobs of his spunk sprinkled on the ground. He watched the one-centimetre (0.4") long ants scurrying around on the ground and supping on his semen.
He sat naked except for his boots and baseball cap on the sarong- draped chair. His penis was still huge, thick and stiff. It dribbled precum.
His balls felt full and achy. He played with them idly. His scrotum was loose in the heat. His balls felt like large fat heavy eggs. Both were about 20 centimetres (8 inches) long.
More meat ants gathered around the splashes of his semen on the earth. They drank greedily. Scott could see their abdomens swelling as they filled with his semen.
His prostate felt achy and itchy. It needed scratching.
Scott waited.
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To be continued in Chapter 5. --------------------------------------