---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel.
By Wombat. ------------------------- Any constructive comments are appreciated. I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'. ------------------------------------
Chapter 6 part 2: Christmas Day.
------------------------------------ Part 57: The Dream ------------------------------------
Scott and Derek lay happily on the altar of sacrifice. They relaxed together with Derek lying on Scott's back. Scott sprawled out in the early morning sun luxuriating in both its warmth and Derek's warmth.
Scott: << I wonder what Mum and Dad are doing now in Queensland? >>
Derek: << Peek into their minds and find out. >>
Scott used the tag that Derek had given him to tune into the mind of his mother. She was asleep. Scott detected little activity in her mind.
He tuned into the mind of his father. Derek piggybacked on Scott.
Max Reeves leant on the balcony outside the bedroom that he and his wife were sleeping in. He looked out over the bright and shining sea in the direction of the rising sun. The sun was far too bright to look at directly but the reflections in the sea made a bright and sparkling pathway of gold to the east. It seemed appropriate for the sunrise on Christmas morning.
Max was naked. He appreciated the balmy morning zephyrs wafting around his strong muscular body.
He was thinking about what happened during the night. Was it all a dream?
He had woken up suddenly while it was still completely dark. He had no idea what time it had been. He had sat up in bed in alarm when he saw a shining figure clothed in bright robes standing next to him in the darkness of the bedroom.
"Don't be afraid," said the shining being quietly. "I have come to ease your mind."
Max was tongue-tied. Veronica snored peacefully next to him in the double bed. She slept soundly.
"Max, you are worried about your son Scott," the being continued. "Don't worry yourself about him. Scott is now gladly in the service of the Most High God Whom I also serve gladly. He is God's man and God is well pleased with him. You worry about dying young. You won't die young. You are worried about tragedy striking your family. Don't worry. There will be no tragedy. Scott will outlive you and he will do well in the sight of God. The next tragedy that will befall your family is a long way off in the future. See for yourself what that is."
The angel, for that is what Max decided the shining being was, put his hand on Max's head.
Max suddenly found himself sitting in the very front pew of St Aidan's Church back in Ringtail Springs. He was looking down at his hands. They were those of an old man. They had thin wrinkly papery skin with veins and tendons showing through.
He looked up and saw a coffin bedecked with flowers in the nave in front of him. He felt heavy and sad. He somehow knew that he was the chief mourner. He knew that inside the coffin lay the wizened body of his late mother. She had lived to the great age of one hundred and eleven years. This was her funeral that he was attending.
He remembered his teenaged granddaughter saying with a tinkling bell- like laugh that her great-grandmother had reached her eleventy-first birthday. She was the youngest daughter of his daughter Rosalind. That was at his mother's one hundred and eleventh birthday party. Max remembered how old, wizened and shrunken his mother had looked then. That was a couple of months ago.
Max standing on the balcony at Noosa did a quick calculation. The event would occur 37 years in the future. By then he would be 85 years old.
In the dream he looked down at the funeral card he was holding. He saw the name of his recently departed mother, Mavis Leonora Reeves nee McKechnie, dearly beloved wife of the late Robert Gordon Reeves, dearly beloved mother of the late Matthew Gordon Reeves and of Maxwell Ian Hector Reeves, dearly beloved grandmother of Matthew, Robert, Jacqueline, Catherine, Scott, Rosalind and Susan, dearly beloved great-grandmother of a whole tribe and dearly beloved great-great- grandmother of quite a few more. The list of names was dizzying.
He remembered the year of his mother's death. It was a hell of a long way away in the future, 37 years.
In the dream he looked around. The church was packed. Not many seats were left. Standing around the stone walls of the church were standing many muscular, powerfully built, young-looking men clad in sky blue, close fitting uniforms with short sleeves. On their left breast was a white shield with a red cross with splayed ends; it was the same shape as the German Iron Cross. He had seen that design somewhere before.
Veronica was sitting next to him. She squeezed his hand gently. He smiled at her wanly. Her hair was now snowy white; her golden hair had long since faded. She was an old woman now. She would be 83 years old. The skin on her face had interesting wrinkles.
Next to her sat their son Robbie. He was dressed in the same blue uniform as the men standing around the walls of the church. His curly hair was still golden blond and cut somewhat longer. He looked to be in his early twenties and was very muscular.
Further down the pew sat his son Matthew and his wife. Mattie's grey curly hair looked like a Steelo pad; it was like a mass of steel wool. He looked well into his middle age. Mattie had married Sarah Walkley and they had three children. Mattie was already a grandfather. Sarah Walkley, now that would be a good match. She was the daughter of Geoffrey and Anne Walkley of Walkley's Farm.
Next to Mattie and Sarah sat Max's daughter Jacqueline and her husband Shane Shanahan. Shane Shanahan? Well, well, well! They had four children and they too were grandparents. Jackie's black curly hair was streaked with grey. Shane had thinning faded blond hair.
There was a stir in the church. Scott and his wife came down the aisle to Max's pew. They were accompanied by their children all dressed in the sky blue uniforms. The daughters moved to pews further back in the church. The big muscular sons joined the other young men standing around the wall of the church.
Max thought he heard the words "Your Majesty" when Scott and his wife were ushered into the seats next to Max. Scott's wife was a remarkably beautiful woman. Scott had a massively muscular and powerful build. He was very good-looking. His mass of curly hair was all jet black; there was no grey at all. He wore a close-fitting short-sleeved uniform of a darker blue than the other muscular young men in the church.
Scott put his massively muscular arm around Max's shoulders affectionately.
"Good to see you, Dad," he said quietly. "Our deepest sympathy about Granny's death. She led a long and useful life. She was a good and loving woman. I was very fond of her." Scott meant every word.
Max felt the tears welling up in his eyes and trickling down his old wrinkled cheeks. He buried his face in Scott's breast and wet it with his tears. He wept for the loss of his mother. She had been around for so long, all the 85 years of his life. She had been so strong and helpful. She had been marvellous with all the children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren. He grieved her death. He grieved his loss.
Scott held Max firmly while Max wept into his mighty chest. Scott was a mass of huge muscles. He was a very big man.
The storm of tears passed. Max sat upright again.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to do that. I just couldn't help it."
"That's quite alright, Dad," replied Scott. "I know you miss her terribly."
Henry Houston appeared in the aisle next to the pew.
"Your Majesty," he exclaimed loudly to Scott. "How beaut to see you! You are looking magnificent as usual."
Scott smiled as Samantha Houston shushed her husband.
Henry came around to the front of the pew. He leant over and shook Max by the hand.
"My dear Max, our deepest sympathy for the loss of your mother. She was a wonderful woman and a good friend. We all shall miss her."
"Thank you," Max managed to say.
Henry looked old and rather frail. He had lost quite a lot of weight. His skin hung in folds and wrinkles from his face. His neck was too small for his shirt. His glasses appeared thicker. Samantha looked old too but better preserved that her husband. They found their way to a pew. Henry was using a walking stick.
The funeral service started. The priest was a middle-aged woman that Max did not know in real life but in the dream he was aware that she had been the priest in the parish for a number of years.
Robbie gave the eulogy. He stood up at the lectern and gave an excellent eulogy giving a thumbnail history of his grandmother's life and good works. He had valuable insights. He injected some humour into the eulogy that had people laughing. It was a celebration of her life.
Robbie was a splendid sight. He was dressed in the sky blue, close fitting, short-sleeved uniform with the red-and-white shield on the left breast. The uniform showed off his powerfully muscular build to perfection. Down his back he wore a dark blue cloak. Robbie was a very confident and handsome man.
Tears streamed down Max's old face as he listened. He wept openly.
The dream ended at the eulogy. Max woke up crying. It was still dark. There was no sign of the angel who had visited him. He tossed and turned in the double bed in one of the bedrooms in Rosalind and Graham Kinnear's big house at Noosa. He snuffled back his tears and wiped his face with a tissue. Veronica went on sleeping next to him. She was snoring. That disturbed Max too but it was the dream that made it impossible for him to go back to sleep. It was a 'loud' dream. It was peculiarly vivid. It was the kind of dream that Max knew in his bones was likely to come true. He had had those kinds of dreams a few times before and they had all come true one way or another.
Yes, of course his mother was going to die some day. She was a tough old girl who could well make the century. Her own father Hector McKechnie lived to be over a hundred years old. So had her mother.
After tossing and turning for some time as he thought about the dream, Max got up out of bed. Veronica continued snoring. Max did not wear pyjamas. He padded naked across the carpet to the french windows of the bedroom and went quietly out onto the balcony overlooking the sea. He watched the sun rise.
Max wanted to discuss the dream with Henry. Maybe later on after church. He did not want Veronica's bloody big sister Rosalind to interfere.
He was glad that Henry was still alive in the dream. Henry would be 93 years old then but he did look old and decrepit. From Henry's behaviour, Max wondered if Henry was showing the early signs of senile dementia in the dream. Or had he reached the age where he just didn't give a rat's arse about social niceties? Or was the latter a symptom of the former?
He himself had survived until he was 85 in the dream and was still fit and healthy. Ronnie was still alive too. That was good. He loved her.
Standing on the balcony, he put his hand over his upper arm and flexed his arm. His big biceps swelled satisfactorily in his cupped hand. He was still strong and fit, in very good shape for a man of 48 years old. He kept himself in good shape. Judging from his dream he would easily make it to his fiftieth birthday, which was less than 18 months away. The worry that had plagued him that he would not live to see 50 had gone entirely.
He had been worried because his own father had died at 48 of a massive heart attack. He was only 19 at the time. Coming two years after the death of his brother, it had been a dreadful time. It was very hard coping with his own grief and that of his mother.
It was good knowing that he would live at least another 37 years.
Scott was still very much alive in the dream. He was obviously destined for bigger and brighter things. Was he really going to become a king? Or an emperor?
Somehow, his heart and mind felt much lighter about Scott. In his bones he knew that Scott would be all right. The angel had told him so. He knew that he really had no reason to worry about Scott any more. Scott may do some unusual, even crazy things in his life, but Max knew that Scott would turn out all right.
Max was intrigued that in the dream Henry had addressed Scott as "Your Majesty" quite loudly. Not only that, but he thought he heard the usher address him as "Your Majesty". Was Scott a king? Or an emperor? Was he King of Australia? Or Emperor of Australasia, or Asia, or the world? The phrase "Emperor of Earth and Her Dominions in Space" sprang into his mind. Was that wishful thinking? However, he had never heard that phrase before; he had no idea where it came from.
Max tried to work out how Henry would interpret the dream. Maybe Henry would say that Scott would succeed in his endeavours and could possibly attain high office. Whether that was in the business sphere or the political sphere or whatever, who knows?
Maybe Scott would become President of the United States of America. Max smiled at the thought. Currently the US Constitution prevented people born overseas from becoming President. However the Constitution could be changed. He remembered that people in America had been talking openly about changing the Constitution so that Arnold Schwarzenegger could be elected President of the USA, although he had been born in Austria. It was possible for Scott too.
Max's thoughts moved on to the others in the dream. Ronnie was still alive and well. Max was glad of that. She sat next to him in the church and held his hand.
Mattie's hair was a mass of steel grey curls. He was 61 years old, well into middle age. He had become the mainstay of the family business. He had married Sarah Walkley. Now that would be a good match, Max thought. Sarah would be a lot better than many of the other girlfriends that Mattie had gone out with, including that spoilt bitch Agnetha McBride. Sarah was practical and sensible. And she was an Anglican too. The Walkleys worshipped at the same church as the Reeves family.
So far Mattie had made no moves in Sarah's direction. Max decided to resist the temptation to give Mattie a gentle push towards Sarah. He would be trying to make the dream come true. He knew that Henry would not approve. If it was going to happen, it would happen.
Robbie wore the splendid sky blue uniform over a magnificently muscular physique. He looked like a champion bodybuilder and very handsome. He looked the very image of a superhero. He was a member of some order or another. Or was he a knight? A Knight of God? Max could not be certain whether that was in the dream or coming from his later thoughts. In the dream, Robbie was probably not married. Max saw no wife. In the dream, Robbie would be 59 but he looked much younger, like in his early or mid twenties. Not only that but Robbie had left the plumbing business and had joined Scott in his order of knights. Was Robbie not content to be a plumber and work in the family business? Perhaps the dream was telling that was so. Maybe Robbie would move on? He and Mattie did have different temperaments. Mattie had a more easygoing sanguine temperament. Robbie was a perfectionist and he was less sociable than Mattie.
Was Robbie gay? The question lodged in Max's mind and would not go away. Max knew that his son was always trying to prove how big and tough and masculine he was. It had been going on ever since Robbie was a little boy. He was a beautiful boy with his curly blond hair and bright blue eyes. People said he looked like an angel. Other boys had teased Robbie mercilessly about his gorgeous good looks at school until Robbie grew big, strong and muscular enough to win fights and beat the other boys up. Robbie was a big strong young man now, 6' 1" (185 cm) and 16 1/2 stone (231 pounds, 105 kilograms) of solid muscle and he was still very good looking. But even now he seemed to have a chip on his shoulder. He still hated been called 'Blondie'. He kept his curly blond hair cut short. Max was unhappy that Robbie had been bullying Scott up until Scott had punched Robbie in the face at the barbecue and given him a black eye.
Maybe Robbie was trying to hide something. He was always trying to prove how big strong and tough he was. Max was not happy that Robbie was often slinging off at other men for being a queer, a poofter or a pansy. It seemed to him that Robbie was being unnecessarily cruel. Maybe Robbie was hiding from the fact that he was attracted to other men. Mattie had had a string of girlfriends. Robbie had not had one single serious relationship with a girl. Maybe Robbie was gay? What would he, Max, do? Max knew that he would not love Robbie any the less but he would feel disappointed. He pushed the thought away. He was certain that none of his sons was a homosexual.
Now Jackie had married Shane Shanahan in the dream. That was interesting, Shane marrying the boss's daughter. Maybe that was not so bad. Shane would fill the gap left by Robbie's departure from the family business. Shane did not have the difficulties with alcohol that his father Mick had, or the emotional difficulties. Shane and Mattie had become quite good friends. But Max found it difficult to get used to the idea of Shane marrying his daughter. His daughter, he knew, was very strong-minded, like both himself and his wife. If Jackie decided on Shane, Max knew that he would have to let it go ahead. In the dream she was 57 and looked middle-aged and happy with Shane. She seemed to have become a doughty damsel rather like her grandmother, Max thought with a smile.
Max thought about Shane Shanahan as a possible son-in-law. Shane and his brothers were all right. It was their father Mick who was screwed up bigtime. Mick had been best mates with Max's big brother Matthew. Mick's problems seemed to date back to the time when Matt was killed in Vietnam and Mick was wounded in the same battle with a company of the North Vietnamese Army. Mick had tried to rescue Matt when the choppers came but Matt had died in his arms.
Since then Max had often wondered about the nature of the relationship between Mick and Matt. To him it seemed they were more than best mates. The thought had crossed his mind that possibly Mick had been in love with Matt. They had been very close. Maybe they had actually been lovers. And Mick had clearly been suffering a lot since Matt's death thirty years ago. Bloody thirty years! It was one hell of a long time and Mick had been going on benders ever since Matt had died.
Max wished that Mick would come clean and tell him what the problem was. Why was Mick seeking refuge in alcohol all the time? What was eating him? However, thirty years had passed and it was not likely that Mick would say anything now. Max did not understand how Mick's wife Shirley put up with it all and bring up four healthy sons at the same time. Probably it was that Shirley was a good Catholic and to her, marriage was for life and her sons were a high priority.
Somehow Rosalind's husband Graham was mixed up with Matt and Mick. When Rosalind was young, she had often said that she wanted to marry a millionaire. Graham Kinnear was certainly very rich. He was the only son of a successful businessman worth many millions of dollars and he had inherited the lot when his father died. He and Rosalind had met when they were studying at the University of Sydney together. He was a frequent visitor to St Aidan's Rectory at Ringtail Springs. However, before Matt and Mick went off to fight in Vietnam, Graham seemed to spend more time with Matt and Mick than with Rosalind. Even as a teenager Max had wondered what was going on. Somehow it did not seem right.
Max Reeves and David Houston were best friends at school. They were in the same class at school together. Max often used to do his homework with David and his older brother Malcolm around the dining table in the rectory dining room. The rectory was a haven of peace compared to his own house where his father and his big brother were often fighting. The Reverend John Houston was very understanding. He treated Max like one of his own sons. Henry would come home on holidays from university where he was studying psychology. Max liked talking to him. Henry had seemed so wise and intelligent.
Max recalled the Christmas ten years previously when all the Houston family had come to stay in the new house that Max had built. It had been finished about eighteen months. First there had been that terrible row between Rosalind and Veronica's other sister Abigail on Boxing Day. Abigail had brought her friend Imogen along to the family gathering. Rosalind had said how disgusting and shameful it was that Abigail should bring her lesbian lover to the family gathering. There had been a frightful screaming match between Rosalind and Abigail. It had resulted in Abigail driving off in a huff with her friend. Abigail and Imogen had gone overseas shortly after that and no one had any idea where they were. Nobody had had any communication with Abigail since then.
The next thing that occurred that Christmas was that about a week later, Rosalind and Graham and their two sons had left in an awful hurry. Neither Rosalind nor Graham had given any real indication as to why they were leaving. Graham had said that there were urgent business matters he had to attend to. Max found that hard to believe.
Scott, who was seven years old at the time, had said that he had overheard a telephone conversation between Rosalind and Shirley Shanahan where Shirley had threatened to blow Graham's balls off with a shotgun if he ever went sniffing around her husband Mick again. Scott had been hiding under the telephone table from his brother Matt because Matt was in a rage over Scott messing around with his CD collection. The phone had rung and Scott had been too afraid to move. Veronica had answered and the call had been for Rosalind. Apparently Scott had heard every word. Veronica had declared that Scott was making it all up and that it could not possibly be true. However, Max was not at all sure about that.
Ever since then, Rosalind had insisted that the family gather at her and Graham's house for every Christmas. She would not hear of ever going back to Ringtail Springs. She would never say why.
Something else Max had noticed was that Rosalind and Graham's sex life appeared to have fallen away completely. Rosalind often appeared to be frustrated because she was not getting any sex. Graham seemed to be a dud as far as sex was concerned. Rosalind often used to make snide remarks about Veronica and her big hunky muscular plumber husband and their having sex all the time. Veronica got quite drunk once some years ago and said that Rosalind was not getting any sex and was insanely jealous of Veronica and Max. That led to a row and Rosalind did not speak to Veronica for a couple of days. Veronica had said with a grin then that she enjoyed the peace and quiet. Since then, Rosalind had refrained from making rude remarks about Veronica and Max.
Max kept on employing Mick and tolerating Mick's drinking binges for his dead big brother Matt's sake. Mick had been Matt's best mate and Max felt that he would be dishonouring his soldier brother's memory if he were to give Mick the sack. The one time he had discussed it with his mother, she had agreed with him.
Max could not recall his other children clearly in the dream but he knew that they were all there in the church with their own spouses and families sitting in the pews behind him. His mother was indeed a matriarch.
Max considered what Henry would say. Maybe the dream was telling him that Scott would be dissatisfied working as a plumber's labourer in a small country town for very long. There was room in the plumbing business for only Mattie and Robbie. It could not support Scott as well. Max understood that the big wide world beckoned to Scott. He recalled the conversation with Henry while driving in the utility the previous day. Henry was talking about Scott being a solitary giant and a potential leader. Henry had said that Scott had the potential to do great things. Maybe the dream was reflecting that.
Max heard the french windows open behind him. He turned around and saw his wife coming through. She was wearing her thin negligee and a thin filmy dressing gown. They did not leave much to the imagination.
"Merry Christmas," she said. "How's my favourite spunky hunk of muscle?"
"Oh, OK," replied Max. "Good morning and a Merry Christmas to you."
"What are you doing out here, darling? And you're in the nuddie too! Aren't you cold?"
"Nah. It's quite balmy out here."
"Why are you out here?"
"Watching the sunrise. I couldn't sleep. And you were snoring."
"Aw, sorry!" She laughed gaily.
"Doesn't matter. It wasn't that really. I was just thinking about things."
"Well, don't then."
Veronica puckered up for a kiss. Max put his strong arms around her and kissed her enthusiastically. He snorted like a stallion in rut. She rubbed her body against him. She loved feeling her breasts moving against his hard muscular body. She loved his powerful body bulging with muscle. She ran her hands through his black curly hair. He had only a few grey hairs.
"Why don't you come back to bed with me and I'll make up for it?" she asked. "I'd love a Christmas present from you."
"Yeah." Max grinned. "And make your big sister insanely jealous?" His blue eyes lit up brightly.
"Yeah, let's. We've got tons of time."
They went back into the bedroom. Veronica flung off her dressing gown and negligee. She lay on the bed naked and looked up invitingly at Max. He lay down next to her and kissed her hard on the lips. His tongue slid in through her open mouth and intertwined with hers as they enjoyed a long and passionate kiss. Her hands roved over his back appreciating the hard bulges of muscle.
He licked her nipples hungrily. At the same time he gently massaged her breasts. Veronica writhed with rising passion. Her nipples were stiff in his mouth.
His hand strayed down her belly filling her with pleasurable tingling sensations. He massaged the skin under her pubic hair. Veronica moaned with rising sexual tension. She wanted Max.
His finger found her vagina and started massaging her clitoris. Veronica gasped and moaned at the delightful sensations flooding her groin. Juices flooded into her vagina.
Her hand groped down Max's hard muscular belly and found his rock hard cock. She felt its thick eight-inch length. She wanted his big thick dick inside her where it belonged.
Max lay on top of her and placed his cock head against the entrance to her wet vagina. She grasped the hard hemispheres of his buttocks and tried to pull him into her.
Max readily obliged and thrust his cock into her. She squealed with joy as his big fat cock slid its whole length into her well-lubricated vagina. He partially withdrew and again thrust his cock into her wet cunt.
After several minutes of passionate thrusting and writhing, Veronica cried out as she erupted into orgasm. It was enhanced when Max too exploded into orgasm an instant later. Their cries of passionate joy mingled as they lay locked together in their orgasmic copulation. Max was hard and rigid as she slowly slid down off the peak of her orgasm. She kissed him tenderly as he moaned in his release and relaxed on top of her.
They lay happily together enjoying the golden afterglow and warmth of their connected bodies.
Derek: << They sure know how to enjoy themselves together. >>
Scott: << How disgustingly heterosexual! >>
Scott was surprised to witness telepathically his parents' fuck. He was almost disgusted.
Derek laughed. << They're your parents. Of course they're allowed to fuck. How do you think you got conceived? Not to mention your brothers and sisters. Anyhow, they don't have the huge super mega- orgasms that we supermen do. And right now I still have my stiff hard dick up your arse. It feels really good up in there. You have a really nice arse! And an utterly fantastic body. I love all your huge muscles. >>
Scott giggled. He wriggled as he appreciated Derek's stiff cock up his arse. Derek lay happily on Scott's massive broad back. He started thrusting his cock once more into Scott's arsehole.
Scott: << Dad obviously has no idea about you and me. He thinks we're all straight as dies, except maybe Robbie. He's gone a bit suss about Robbie because of his dream. But here I am being fucked by you and I'm loving every bit of it. >>
Derek kissed him.
Scott decided he could go again with more sex. He loved feeling Derek thrusting his cock into him. Derek was certainly ready for more sex. He was aroused by witnessing Max and Veronica having sex. They both were.
Scott loved feeling Derek's thick massive hard cock slide into his anus, push past his prostate and up through his rectum into the depths of his bowels.
Derek put his arms around Scott's slim muscle-packed waist and thrust his steely cock vigorously up into Scott's massively muscular torso. It felt wonderful.
After a few thrusts, he partially withdrew his cock and teased Scott's prostate with his cock head. He bumped his cock head against the prostate, stimulating it pleasurably. Scott groaned with pleasure. He and Derek could feel his groin tightening as his orgasm started to approach.
Derek lengthened his thrusts and enthusiastically ravished Scott's arse. He delighted in ramming his enormous penis up Scott's anus and deep into his intestines. He could feel Scott's mighty heart beating against his cock head at the top of each thrust.
Scott gave a deep heartfelt groan as he felt the insides of his groin contract brutally with the unstoppable onset of his orgasm. He howled as the orgasm hit him like an express train. His semen boiled out from his groin, gushed out from his mighty cock onto the granite surface of the altar of sacrifice and trickled down its sides like the white icing on a cake.
Feeling Scott's insides contracting powerfully against his thrusting cock was quite enough to tip Derek over into orgasm too. He cried out as he thrust his cock victoriously deep into Scott's body and squirted his hot semen into the core of Scott's mighty torso right next to his hammering heart.
The massive muscles of their bodies were tensed up and bulging all over in the throes of their huge superhuman orgasms. Derek clutched Scott's back tightly like a young koala clutching its mother as he kept his cock thrust up Scott's anus deep into Scott's torso.
Scott's semen kept on gushing out from his penis and running down the sides of the granite altar.
Their telepathically linked orgasms were like a towering inferno where the flames twisted around each other as in a tornado of fire. Their minds melded together in the white-hot passion of their flaming love and lust running together. They were like two giant suns orbiting so close together that they were touching and falling into one another to make one gigantic orgasmic explosion that continued on and on and on.
The black forms of curious crows circled the two supermen who were locked together in the heat of their orgasmic copulation upon the upthrust altar. They did not approach.
The sun rose higher. Its summer warmth beat down on the two men fucking.
Eventually, like a steam train pulling into the railway terminal after a long and dramatic transcontinental journey, the two men's combined orgasms came to an end.
They lay together in the golden afterglow of their joyous experience. Derek lay on Scott's back savouring Scott's massively muscular body and enjoying the feel of his cock embedded fully up Scott's arse. Scott lay sleepily on the granite surface of the altar relishing the weight of Derek's powerful body on his and the feel of Derek's stiff cock thrust between his muscular buttocks up his arse into the depths of his being.
Words formed languidly in Scott's brain. << That was lovely. This is the best Christmas I've ever had. >>
Derek affectionately nuzzled Scott's thick mop of curly black hair. He was full of happiness and delighted to share it with Scott.
Scott: << That was almost a short one. >>
Derek: << It didn't go on for hours. Do you want more? >>
Scott had had enough for the moment. He lay there filled with happiness and love for Derek. He had enjoyed to the utmost the fucks on the altar of sacrifice. He and Derek had fulfilled God's will. God was pleased. They could feel that. Something had happened to the altar. It had been cleansed. It had been purified with Scott's spunk.
Derek: << Your father's is one sexy hunk of muscle. He looks very like you. He's hot, like really hot! I like him! >>
Scott was surprised. << Dad? You're hot for my Dad? >>
<< Yes. >>
<< Derek, you're bloody amazing! First you have the hots for Trent and now you've got the hots for Dad. >>
<< That's me. >>
<< You have a thing for older men? >>
<< I do these days. >>
Derek shared with Scott his memories of Hal, Peter, Kevin, Paul, Andy and the other older men that he had made love with.
Scott: << You really do. Well, bugger me! >>
Derek laughed. << That's what I'm doing right now. >>
He kissed the back of Scott's neck affectionately.
However, Scott's thoughts were still in a whirl.
He was fascinated by his father's dream and the possibility that it may foretell the future. What did the future hold for him? Was he a man born to be king? God was not telling.
He was intrigued by his father's thoughts about Mick Shanahan and the relationship between Mick and his dead uncle. Scott knew most of what his father knew but Max had suspicions that had never occurred to Scott.
Derek shared with Scott his memories of when he went back in time to have sex with Scott. This had happened before Derek had gone away with Hal to Mount Remarkable two months ago. Derek had gone back in time to when he and Scott had been having coffee in the loft together and Scott had wanted to fuck Derek. In the stub time line, Scott and Derek did have lots of sex together. They had a wonderful time fucking each other. It had come to an end when Robbie, Scott's older brother, had led the charge by Max, Mattie, Mick Shanahan, Sergeant Kym Rowling and the other men up into the loft to break up Scott and Derek's lovemaking. In the fight Derek had disabled Robbie and Shane Shanahan and knocked out Doug the Thug. Kym had drawn his gun and was aiming it at Derek when Scott had kicked his brother Matt in the shin and torn himself away from Matt and Greg Lane. He had then interposed himself in between Kym and Derek, yelling that Kym would have to kill him first before Kym killed Derek.
At that stage Mick Shanahan had confessed to Max that he and Max's brother Matt were lovers in Vietnam before Matt was killed. He had told Max how he had loved it when Matt used to fuck him up the arse. Max was not very surprised to hear Mick's confession. He had suspected something for a long time. The others were dumbfounded.
Shortly afterwards, Hal had appeared in the guise of the beautiful blue-robed woman Hildegard. He was accompanied by his friends and squadrons of angels. Hildegard had made a speech about the beauty and power of love. Then Derek had jumped out of the stub time line back into the main time line.
Scott was wonder-struck. He had no idea why Mick was frequently drunk. He had no idea that Mick and his Uncle Matt actually were lovers in Vietnam. He was fascinated by the idea that his uncle liked sex with other men. Was Uncle Graham involved too? He was grateful to Derek for sharing his memories. He was intrigued by the idea of him interposing himself between Kym's gun and Derek. He thought about it. He really would have done that. He loved Derek so much.
On the other hand, he had known nothing about Aunt Abigail and her friend Imogen. Were they really lesbians? That thought was very interesting. There was also the interesting involvement of Uncle Graham with Mick and Uncle Matt. What about Aunt Rosalind?
With Derek's help, Scott tuned into Aunt Rosalind's mind.
She was already up and dressed. She was always an early riser, even on Christmas Day. She had heard the cries of Veronica and Max as they enjoyed their morning fuck.
"Those two copulating like rabbits again!" she thought to herself sourly. "It's no wonder they have seven children!"
She had the main bedroom to herself nowadays. Graham slept in a separate bedroom. She liked the arrangement. Graham was no good as a lover. He had not been for years, really not since their two sons were babies. She allowed herself to think that there was something a little bit peculiar about her husband. She had heard the remarks people had made that he was not quite fully heterosexual. She remembered the suspicion that he might have been up to something with Mick Shanahan that Christmas ten years ago in Ringtail Springs when they were staying at Max and Veronica's big new house. There was that awfully rude phone call from that dreadful woman Shirley Shanahan. Rosalind's brother Malcolm had once said that Graham was having it off with both Max's brother Matthew Reeves and Mick Shanahan at the same time. Malcolm had alleged that Graham was getting it up both ends at once; he was being roasted on a spit. Malcolm was drunk at the time. Max had laughed at Malcolm and said that he was pissed as a newt and liked stirring up his big sister.
She envied her little sister Veronica and the relationship she had with her handsome hunk of muscle, her husband Max. There was no doubt that Max was fully heterosexual and enjoyed sex with his wife.
She could not say anything. Veronica would have another go at her if she did and Max would encourage her. Max could be quite patronising and Rosalind found that very irritating.
Church would be starting in about three hours. She was dressed and ready. They would have breakfast first and then they would all go off to church. Her father, the Reverend John Houston would be assisting at the Christmas service at the local Anglican church in Noosa. He was quite elderly now but it should be a good service.
It was nice to have the whole family, all her brothers and her sister and all their families. Except for Scott this time. Max had hinted that Scott did not come because he did not like being bossed around by his Aunt Rosalind. She often found Max irritating. He was so big, muscular, cocksure and confident. She felt that often Max did not give her the respect that she was due. He often did not take her seriously.
And then there was her sister Abigail. Whatever had happened to her? She and that friend of hers just seemed to have vanished into thin air. No one had heard a thing from Abigail since that dreadful Christmas ten years ago at Ringtail Springs. Everything seemed to go wrong then. Max seemed to think that it was all her fault.
Scott and Derek tuned into Uncle Graham's mind. He was still asleep.
Scott: << You could almost feel a wee bit sorry for Aunt Rosalind. I'm still glad I didn't go up there though. >>
Derek: << It looks like she's made her own hell. Well, she's at least partly responsible. I don't know enough yet to work out the family dynamics. And I'm glad you didn't go up there too. I've got you right here with me and you're fucking glorious! You're beautiful! >>
Scott felt telepathically Derek's love flooding into him. He was awash in Derek's love. He knew that he was totally in love with Derek. He had never loved anyone so much before. Derek was the first person he had ever felt anything like this about. He loved Derek. And he loved having Derek up his arse.
Derek was curious about the make-up of the Houston family. Scott informed him about his mother's family. Her parents were the Reverend John and Enid Houston. Their eldest child was Uncle Henry; then there were Aunt Rosalind, Aunt Abigail, Uncle Malcolm, Uncle David and the youngest, Scott's mother Veronica. Uncle Henry was the psychologist. Aunt Rosalind had married the millionaire. Aunt Abigail had mysteriously disappeared. Uncle Malcolm was a fitness coach for one of the Sydney Rugby League teams. He had been a champion rugby league player as a younger man. Uncle David was the doctor at Tenterfield and was Max's best friend at school.
Max, Uncle David and Uncle Malcolm all used to play together on the Ringtail Springs High School rugby team. They were the three strongest players on the team in their mid to late teens. They were still all good friends.
Derek looked at the sun. He saw that it was getting higher in the sky. He scanned out around the town with his telepathic sense. He became aware that people were up and about. The earth tremor had disturbed a lot of people but there appeared to be little damage. Some people had noticed a large column of rock sticking up out of Mount Wattabang where there had been none before. It looked like a giant phallus towering up over the town. People were wondering what was happening. Someone was going inside to fetch his binoculars for a better look.
Derek: << It's time we disappeared from here. >>
He made himself invisible. He vanished from Scott's sight. Scott could still feel his weight on his back and his muscular arms wrapped around his body. It was funny. Scott laughed.
The man was coming back out of his house with his binoculars. He may see them on top of the granite column. Derek reminded Scott how to make himself invisible.
Scott did so. He changed the vibrational state of the atoms of his body so that light could pass straight through. He too vanished from sight.
He enjoyed the sensation of being invisible. He could see through Derek's eyes that he had vanished from view.
Derek made his penis soften. With some reluctance he withdrew it from Scott's anus. Scott was not happy to feel it sliding out of his body. He loved having it inside him. He felt rather hollow once it had gone.
They separated. For a few minutes they lay side by side on the granite surface of the altar. Derek had his arm around Scott's shoulders. Secure in the knowledge that they were invisible, they scanned the town telepathically.
The first man who had got his binoculars out was looking at the giant pink granite phallus on Mount Wattabang.
"It looks like a bloody great big cock," he commented to his wife.
"It does look rather rude," replied his wife.
"I'm sure I saw someone up on top there," said the man scanning the giant phallus with his binoculars. "I can't see anything now."
"I didn't see anything up there," said his wife cleaning her spectacles on the hem of her nightie. "It might have been a bird."
More and more townspeople were becoming aware of the monstrous great phallus sticking up out of the top of Mount Wattabang. Some were scanning the object with binoculars.
Scott: << Should we go home? >>
In assent, Derek flew up off the altar. Scott joined him in midair. Together they flew around the mighty pink granite column forced up out of the mountaintop.
The column had raised itself about 40 metres (130 feet) out of the mountaintop. The shaft was about 12 metres (40 feet) thick. The altar of sacrifice was the topmost part of the column. It formed the end of the cock head of the giant phallus. The cock head flared out to about 14 metres (46 feet) thick before it rejoined the shaft. It was slick with Scott's semen.
Scott: << Does God have a sense of humour? >>
Derek: << He most certainly does! >>
Scott: << Wow! That thing is fucking enormous! Just imagine having that stuck up your arse! >>
He tickled Derek in the ribs. He remembered the interaction with God after Derek had charred the gunman in Durban.
Derek: << Yeah. I'd be stretched out pretty bloody thin over that thing. It's the size of a multi-storey building. I really would end up being a cock sock. >>
They both laughed. They continued flying around appreciating its size.
The low shrubs surrounding the giant phallus looked like green pubic hair. Cracks had appeared in the ground surrounding the granite phallus rearing up out of the mountaintop. Derek and Scott saw that the mountaintop itself had been raised another 20 metres (66 feet). The total height of the mountain had increased by about 60 metres (200 feet).
The other granite pillars that had surrounded the altar of sacrifice had all toppled over. Many lay where they fell. Others had rolled down the mountainside into the forest. Their paths were marked by swathes of felled trees. One had made it down as far as the road to Gundagai. It had come to rest several metres (yards) from the roadside.
Scott and Derek flew off to Scott's house. They jumped into the kitchen. They both became visible again.
The AGA stove was still burning. Scott put a few more lumps of wood into the firebox.
Scott: << Oh shit! The Christmas turkey! I forgot to defrost it last night. It's still in the freezer. >>
Derek was not concerned. He offered to defrost it right there and then.
Scott fetched the frozen turkey out of the capacious freezer, put it on a large plate and handed it to Derek. He was curious to see what Derek would do.
Derek placed his hands on either side of the turkey and directed energy into it from his hands. He caused all the molecules in the bird to speed up their vibrations. The turkey was defrosted evenly all the way through in a minute. It was ready to cook.
Scott was impressed. << You're full of tricks. >>
Derek smiled in acknowledgment. Scott put the turkey to roast in the oven.
Derek noted the lack of Christmas decorations in the house.
Scott replied that the family had decided to leave it up to him whether he would do anything about Christmas decorations. There was no tree. There were some decorations left over from ten years ago when the Houston family last celebrated Christmas in the Reeves house. They were a little faded. Scott had not bothered to do anything so far.
Derek decided to put up Christmas decorations. In the living room he magicked into existence a large pine tree set into a red pot and, with the assistance of the fairies, he covered it with decorations as he remembered them from his early childhood in England. On the top of the tree he placed a Christmas angel.
At his request the fairies hung brightly coloured Christmas decorations around the living room, the hallway, the kitchen, rumpus room and dining room. They were magical. When they had finished, the rooms looked as if they had been decorated with the magic of childhood. They sparkled and glinted. The ornaments were beautiful. The Reeves house looked like the house in which Derek had spent that last Christmas in Northumberland when he was a little boy.
The final touch was the wreath of realistic plastic holly with red berries and ornaments that Derek affixed to the front door.
Scott was delighted with the transformation that Derek and the fairies had wrought. His smile glowed.
Derek kissed him.
Scott continued with the preparations for Christmas dinner. He followed the detailed list of instructions left by his mother. He found in the pantry the Christmas pudding cooked by his grandmother.
Meanwhile, Derek jumped into his old hotel and fetched a selection of fine wines and ports from the cellar. He returned and left the bottles on the sideboard in the Reeves' dining room. He uncorked a couple of the old reds to let them breathe.
He sauntered into the kitchen where Scott was finishing off the first stage of preparing the Christmas meal. The turkey would take hours to cook. It was still quite early in the morning.
Derek: << You going to church today? >>
Scott: << No. >>
Derek: << Sure. I wasn't going either. >>
<< I'd cause a bit of a stir, going there with all my new muscles. Besides, I don't have any clothes that would fit me now. >>
<< That's no excuse. You or I could always magick up some into existence. >>
<< Don't bother. >>
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