---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel.
By Wombat. ------------------------- Any constructive comments are appreciated. I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'. ------------------------------------
Chapter 7 'A Rainy Day' Part 2:
------------------------------------ Part 62: Asperges ------------------------------------
There was little light to see by. With his superhuman vision Derek could see clearly and find his way through the graves.
Derek had no idea where the grave of Matthew Reeves was situated but he homed in on Scott's mind. Not only that but with his cryptoscopic vision he could see Scott standing amongst the graves. Scott was hugging another man.
Derek could hear the sounds of wailing and sobbing.
Scott had already picked up the mind of Mick Shanahan and had passed the knowledge telepathically to Derek. Mick was mourning yet again the death of his best mate Matthew Reeves in the Vietnam War.
Derek barely knew Mick Shanahan.
He approached Scott very quietly and stopped a little distance away amongst the trees. He saw that Mick had his arms around Scott's waist and his face buried in Scott's massively muscular bare chest. Scott had his mighty arms wrapped around Mick supporting him and comforting him. He was stroking Mick's hair. It looked like Mick was a child being comforted by his father or big brother.
"Matt, Matt, you've come back. I've missed you so fucking much, so fucking much, all these years," he was crying drunkenly.
Scott was trying to explain to Mick that he was not his Uncle Matt but he could not get through Mick's drunken babble.
With his cryptoscopic sense Derek examined the scene in the dim twilight. A half-full bottle of Bundaberg Rum stood upright on Matthew's grave while next to the grave lay an empty rum bottle.
Derek: << No wonder he's so pissed, he's got at least a bottle and a half of Bundy inside him. >>
Scott: << Tell me about it. His breath is a fucking fire hazard. I can't get through to him that I'm Scott, not Uncle Matt. He thinks I'm Uncle Matt resurrected. >>
<< I did notice. >>
Mick aimed a drunken kiss at Scott's lips but Scott turned his face and Mick missed.
Scott pushed away the irritation he felt.
Derek suggested telepathically that Scott call in the angels to reduce the amount of alcohol in Mick's body and reduce the befuddlement of Mick's brain.
Scott did so. Mick felt weird as his blood alcohol level dropped sharply while angels worked on him. They were invisible to Mick but Scott and Derek were very much aware of them.
Mick almost fainted as his blood pressure dropped suddenly but Scott steadied him. Mick felt safe in Scott's huge strong arms as Scott supported him. Then he noticed that Scott's arms were a lot bigger than his mate Matt's used to be. His brain cleared.
Scott thanked the angels as they withdrew.
Mick looked up at Scott.
"You're quite a bit taller," he said. "You're not really Matt, are you?"
"That's what I've been trying to tell you, Mick," replied Scott evenly. "I'm Scott, Max's son and Uncle Matt's nephew. You've known me since before I was born, since I was a bulge in Mum's tummy."
Mick leant back in Scott's arms and regarded Scott.
"Geez, Scottie, you're a hell of a lot bigger than Matt used to be, and he was really big and muscly himself," he announced. "In fact you're fucking huge. I've never seen a man with such huge muscles. How the hell did you get so fucking huge, Scottie?"
"It's the secret formula," laughed Scott.
"You mean that Long Phat Kok stuff everyone says you're taking?"
"Yeah, the whole town knows about it so I guess I might as well come clean."
"It's funny, I just didn't recognise you, you're so big. God, I thought you were Matt and you'd come back."
"Well, you were pretty pissed. At least you're sobering up now. Anyway, what are you doing here? I thought you were with your family at Batemans Bay for the Christmas holidays."
Mick sighed. "I got into a fight with Shirley's brother. He's a real bastard, you know. God, he's horrible. So I decided to come home for a bit till things cool down."
"And so you decided to come here to Uncle Matt's grave and drink yourself stupid."
"Oh God! How long have I been here?"
"A while, I reckon. I heard you screaming your head off when I was coming back from checking on Granny's house. I thought I'd better come and check up on you and see you're alright. You gave some American tourists in the churchyard a fright. They thought it was a bloody ghost." Scott laughed.
Mick snuggled into Scott finding comfort in Scott's mighty body.
"You know, I miss Matt so fucking much," he said tearfully. "I know it's been a fair old while since he got killed in fucking Vietnam but I still can't get over it. I just can't. I don't think I ever can. All time I think of him dying in my arms. One minute he was alive even though he was a bloody mess then next thing I know he's dead, just fucking dead just like that. You know, I loved Matt. I loved him so much, so fucking much. He was my best mate but he was more than just my mate. He was my lover. He used to fuck me up the arse and I loved it. I just loved it. I just loved him fucking me so much. I could not get enough of him. I was crazy about him. We were pretty well always fucking when we could..."
Scott let him ramble on while holding him close. Derek stayed back amongst the trees in the rapidly darkening twilight. He kept his attention on Mick and stayed in telepathic contact with Scott.
Mick kept chattering on about how much he loved Matt and how much he loved Matt fucking him.
"You obviously loved Uncle Matt fucking you," commented Scott. "But in the army in Vietnam? How did that go down?"
Mick leered up at Scott. "Some of the guys in our platoon didn't like it but our OC didn't mind. He was pretty cool about it actually. His name was Lieutenant Powers. Looked quite sexy with his shirt off, you know."
Derek realised that Mick was talking about his father who had served as an officer during the Vietnam War. He had known that from before when he went back in time for a trial of sex with Scott. He had shared that knowledge with Scott.
Mick rambled on. "You know, bloody Matt was fucking as bold as brass. He actually fronted up to Lieutenant Powers and propositioned him."
"What happened?" asked Scott.
"Boy did the lieutenant give Matt a real telling off. He got quite shitty. Matt got a real surprise. He thought, well, the lieutenant might be that way inclined, you know, like that Graham fellow your Aunt Rosalind married. He sure wasn't. He told Matt in no uncertain terms that he wasn't interested. He didn't mind Matt and me having sex together but Matt was not to proposition any of the other guys in the platoon or Lieutenant Powers would have him court-martialled."
Mick laughed at the memory.
"What was that about Uncle Graham?" asked Scott innocently. "Did you and Uncle Matt used to do him over?"
Mick grinned slyly. "I dunno if I ought to tell a young fellow like you, Scottie."
"Oh come on, Mick! We all know that Uncle Graham's a poof and Aunt Rosalind just married him for his money. He just married her so he could pretend he's a heterosexual. If Uncle Graham's old man had known that he was gay, he would have cut him out of the will altogether and probably left all his millions of dollars to a cat home or something like that. Uncle Graham wouldn't have inherited a brass farthing from his old man. Anyhow, I'm pretty sure Dad knows about it, or at least he suspects something. And Aunt Rosalind is as jealous as hell of Mum and Dad's sex life."
"Oh alright then. Matt and me used to fuck Graham a lot, like he couldn't get enough of us. He used to come down from Sydney and stay at the Church of England rectory with Father Houston and his family a lot. He used to pretend that he was sweet on Rosalind Houston, your aunt. Like hell! But all the time he could, he'd be around with Matt and me getting fucked out of his brain. We'd be at my place because my parents were away a lot. My Dad was a travelling salesman and Mum would go with him to keep him company. I guess I wasn't much company for her before I went to Vietnam. She missed Dad bad."
He went on. "But Jesus Christ, Graham loved getting fucked up his arse by Matt and me. The harder we fucked him, the better he liked it. He fucking loved it. And Matt had a big fat cock and when he fucked him, Graham would go out of his fucking mind. He'd go fucking crazy, like fuck crazy. You know, we'd do him like a pig on a spit, like Matt had his cock right up Graham's arse and I had my cock down Graham's throat. Then when Matt had fucked him enough up the arse, he and me would change ends and I would fuck Graham up the arse and Matt would stick his shitty cock right into Graham's mouth and right down his throat. And Graham loved it, like, shit, he was fucking crazy for sex with Matt and me.
Other times I'd fuck Graham up the arse and Matt would fuck me up the arse. Christ that was wild. I'd shoot one hell of a load up Graham's arse with Matt's cock up my arse.
Then other times Matt and me would stick both our cocks up Graham's arse at once. Christ it was a hell of a tight fit but, Jesus, all three of us would go fucking wild. It was just fucking fantastic having my cock next to Matt's up inside Graham's arse and Graham shooting spoof all over both of us. I tell you, he'd come like a fountain and spray us both. Oh fuck it was crazy. I guess the two of us would stretch Graham's arsehole to buggery with our big cocks but it didn't seem to matter. Graham's arsehole seemed to go back to normal pretty quick. But then he was pretty young back then. He was a university student.
I tell you one thing that got really wild. That was just after when Matt and me got called up for National Service but before we went into the Army. Matt got hold of this huge double-ended dildo somehow, don't ask me how. Graham turned up about then. So what we did was Matt stuck this huge fucking great monster dildo up my arse and then up his arse so like we were joined at the arse by this monster dildo, like we were bum to bum. Christ, I cracked a fat then. My cock was so fucking hard it was leaking that clear stuff. I was so fucking close to blowing my load it wasn't funny. Matt lubed up both my cock and his cock and then Graham went down on both our cocks together and took both of them up his arse at once.
Christ! It was fucking fantastic! I shot my load up Graham's arse and then Matt shot his load up Graham's arse like straight away. I guess I made Matt come. And then Graham shot his load all over my chest and belly. I was pretty muscly then like Matt was and Graham really used to get off on both of us. We were two muscly country boys.
Christ! It was fun. We did that trick with the double-ended dildo loads of times then. You see, it was summertime then and Graham was on summer holidays from Uni then and staying with the Houstons at the Church of England Rectory, like he was wanting to see Rosalind, like hell. He just wanted to get fucked out of his brain by Matt and me.
That last summer, Matt and me fucked Graham and each other a helluva lot then. It was such fucking good fun then. But oh boy did we pay for it. Matt got killed in Vietnam and I've been paying for it ever since. Life's been such an empty sham since them. I guess I've been wasting my life since then, hitting the bottle and crying for Matt. I miss him so fucking much."
Mick's eyes filled with tears again. Weeping, he buried his face in Scott's bare chest. Scott wrapped his arms around Mick and held him tight. He felt Mick's wet face against his big thick pectoral muscles.
After a while when the fit of weeping died away, Scott held Mick by both his shoulders. With his superhuman vision he looked into Mick's eyes. It was getting too dark for Mick to see his face clearly so Scott made his body glow a little bit all over so that Mick could see him.
"Look, Mick," he said. "You're married now and you've been married for nearly thirty years. And Shirley's a fine woman, a good woman and she's stuck by you all this time. You've got four good strong sons who need a father. And Dad says you're a good worker when you're sober. Yes, he does get pissed off with you when you get on the booze but he's never going to sack you because you were his brother Matt's best mate. You risked your life trying to save Uncle Matt. You were a hero then and so was Uncle Matt. You have everything to live for now. You still do."
Tears ran down Mick's face.
"You don't understand, Scottie," he said. "It was my fault that Matt got killed. I didn't get to him soon enough before those fucking slopes killed him."
"Mick, I've heard quite another story. I don't know whether you know this, but Lieutenant Powers came here to Ringtail Springs to talk to Granny and Grandpa Reeves while you were still in some hospital somewhere recovering from your war wounds. He told them that both you and Uncle Matt were heroes. He had recommended both you and Uncle Matt for Victoria Crosses but it didn't get far for some stupid bloody bureaucratic reason, to quote Granny. When the evacuation choppers came to rescue your platoon, Uncle Matt kept the North Vietnamese at bay with a machine gun while the rest of the platoon got safely on the helicopters. You grabbed one of those big heavy machine guns too and went fought alongside him and shot at the North Vietnamese too. When Uncle Matt took a few hits, you immediately grabbed him and took him back to the helicopter, firing that big heavy machine gun all the time. Trouble was, Uncle Matt's wounds were so bad that he died very quickly from them. And your wounds were pretty bad too. Some of your mates jumped back down from the helicopter and rescued you and Uncle Matt 'cos you were too badly shot up to walk. Listen, Mick, you were a hero. You tried to rescue Uncle Matt but he was hit too badly. The Vietnamese must have got in some lucky shots. It certainly was not your fault that Uncle Matt died. You did your absolute best to rescue him and you took lots of hits from the Vietnamese as well. It's not your fault that he died. It's about bloody time you stopped thinking it's your fault. It's bloody not your fault that Uncle Matt died. Mick, you tried to save him. You are a hero. That's what you are."
Scott reinforced what he said by sending telepathic glyphs into Mick's mind.
Mick blinked stupidly as he took in what Scott said and his brain processed the mind glyphs.
"I guess you're right, Scottie," he eventually said.
"Of course I'm bloody right, Mick!" replied Scott with feeling. "You mustn't feel sorry for yourself. And thirty years is way long enough. You've done your mourning for Uncle Matt. You don't need to do it anymore. You're all done now."
Mick looked up at Scott. Tears ran down his face.
"Yeah, I s'pose so."
"I know so. Look, Mick, you can live now. It's all finished now."
They both looked at the grave of Matthew Reeves. Mick could just make it out, the headstone and the marble chips covering the grave.
Scott continued. "That's where he is now. He's been there for thirty years."
Mick turned to back to Scott. He started crying again.
"There's one more thing," he said hesitantly. "I killed your grandfather."
"What?"
"I killed your grandfather. I killed Robbie Reeves."
"Grandpa Reeves died of a heart attack. That's a proven fact. It's on his death certificate. No-one killed him. In fact, when Granny got home from working in the hospital, he was sitting in his chair in the living room with the TV switched on and with a half-empty glass of beer and an open bottle of beer on the little side table next to him. She was a bit cross because he'd left all the gardening tools in the front yard and he hadn't put them away. She went to have a word to him and noticed he was a funny colour. When she checked him over, she saw he was dead. She was a nurse so she knew what to look for. Look, Grandpa sat down in his chair, had a glass of beer and just had a heart attack and died."
"Yeah, but I did kill him."
"How? Hadn't you just got out of hospital then? And weren't you still on crutches then? How could you possibly kill Grandpa Reeves? He was a big strong muscly man. He was the same size as Dad and I can't imagine too many people picking a fight with Dad, particularly a man on crutches."
"I caused the heart attack that killed him."
"What! How?" Scott beamed glyphs of kindness and reassurance into Mick's mind.
Mick heaved a deep sigh. It was as if he were deflating as he started to let go of a great internal pressure.
"Yeah, I had got out of Greenslopes Repat hospital up in Brisbane a couple of months before to come back home here in Ringtail. I was back home for Christmas. The doctors said I had to get as much exercise as I could so as I could get to walk properly without crutches. Originally they said I'd probably never walk again. But I thought I'd show 'em. I had this marvellous physiotherapist in the hospital and he looked after me really well and I really made a lot of progress getting back on my feet with him. I tell you what really made it great. He used to massage me when I was in the nude and he'd be stripped to the waist. He was a big muscly guy too but he used to massage me really nicely. He used to massage my belly, my thighs and my groin so well that I'd get this big fat stiffy and then shoot my wad all over my belly and chest. He was really great about it. He didn't mind at all. I used to really enjoy it. I reckon I must have been a bit gay then. I never saw him again after I left Greenslopes.
Anyhow, I came home from Greenslopes and I was getting as much exercise as I could. Mum stayed home to look after me and my Dad made some sort of arrangement with the high school so I could go and work out in the gym there. I used to walk there on my crutches.
Anyhow, I'd been thinking about Matt and me and me and the physio at Greenslopes. I was thinking I'd better talk to someone about it. I couldn't talk to Mum or Dad. They would've thought it was really awful, like I'd gone homosexual or something. They were such good Catholics. Then I thought I'd have a talk to Robbie Reeves about it. He was 'bout the same age as Dad and I reckoned he would understand, being Matt's Dad and a plumber and Church of England and all that. Oh, God! How wrong I was!
I went round to the Reeves place, the old place where you all used to live. I went there on my crutches. It was a bit of a hike but I thought it would do me good. I saw Robbie Reeves working in the front garden.
Anyhow I went and told him about Matt and me making love together in Vietnam and how I loved being fucked by Matt. And boy! Did he ever go berserk! He punched me and knocked me off my crutches. Then he picked me up by my shirt collar and kept pounding me all over with his fist. He pounded my face and my body till I was bruised all over. Then he threw me on the ground, kicked me a few times and stomped off inside. That was the last time I saw him.
Anyhow I managed to pick myself up and get back on my crutches and start going home. I reckon I must have passed out 'cos the next thing I know is that I wake up in the Ringtail Springs Hospital with all these nurses fussing over me. They told me Ronnie Biggs found me unconscious in the street in front of the Stantons' place and brought me into the hospital in his car. I remember your Granny there, she was the senior nurse there then, she was absolutely furious. She said if she ever found out who the dirty rotten bastard who would beat up a wounded war veteran on crutches, she would really give him a piece of her mind. Little did she know that the dirty rotten bastard was her own husband. And I'm never ever going to tell her.
Yeah, Scottie, I'm the one who killed your grandfather. I should never told him 'bout Matt and me, I shouldn't have never. I did it. I caused his heart attack."
Mick buried his face weeping in Scott's chest.
Scott wrapped his arms around Mick comforting him.
When the storm of weeping had passed, Scott held Mick's jaw in his hand and lifted his head up gently as he looked into Mick's eyes.
"Mick, you need to understand that you most certainly did not cause Grandpa Robbie's heart attack. Grandpa was well known for having a violent temper. He frequently used to get into fights, so I've heard, and he would beat guys up quite savagely. He would do people quite severe injuries because he was so strong. I've heard whoever beat you up that day, and that was Grandpa I've just found out, inflicted really severe injuries on you. Like you had a broken jaw, a broken cheekbone and broken ribs, so I've heard. Look, Grandpa was a sitting duck for a heart attack. Obviously he was a very angry man, a real hot-head. I'll bet he spent a lot of time stewing away over things. Not only that, he'd have fierce arguments with Granny, storm out of the house slamming the door and go and have something like steak and chips at one of the pubs in the town. And the way he used to thrash Uncle Matt when Uncle Matt was a boy is downright scary. I guess it'd be considered child abuse these days."
Scott gazed into Mick's eyes sending mind glyphs into his brain reinforcing what he said.
"You need to understand, Mick, that it definitely was not your fault that Grandpa had a heart attack and died. He was a heart attack waiting to happen. It was going to happen sooner or later. It was just awful for you that it happened just after he beat the crap out of you. But you did not cause it. Do you understand that?"
Mick nodded his head.
Scott continued. "There are two things you need to do. The first thing is you must acknowledge you have a real problem with drink. Really, you're an alcoholic. And you must fix that by never touching another drop of anything alcoholic again. You must become a man who's recovering from being an alcoholic. You must stay off the grog for the rest of your life. It's a poison because it makes you sick whenever you drink it. And once you start, you can't stop. You're stuffed. You must give it up forever for your own sake and also for Shirley's sake and for your sons' sake and for Dad's sake. Dad's been looking after you ever since you came out of hospital and he's not happy when you let him down."
Scott continued sending mind glyphs into Mick's mind, reinforcing his words and setting the pathways for Mick's future actions. He was using powerful telepathic tools to strengthen Mick's resolve considerably.
He went on speaking. "The second thing you must do is to tell Dad everything. You must tell him all about you and Matt and you must tell him about what happened when you told Grandpa. He's not going to blame you for the heart attack. In fact, it would be a relief because he's worried that he might have a heart attack and die young too. When you tell him, he won't be worrying anymore because he'd know that it was Grandpa's chronic anger that caused it, not some genetic predisposition. About you and Matt, he's had his suspicions for ages. He knows that there was something between you two. You've been mourning Uncle Matt for thirty years. You don't need to any more. You're finished with that. You're done. Now it's time for you to concentrate on the rest of your life. Do you understand me?"
Mick nodded.
"Great," said Scott and hugged him. "That's marvellous. You'll do well. I know you will."
"Yeah, I'll go up and see Max in Queensland and tell him everything like you told me to," said Mick. "And I'll stay off the grog for good. I promise."
"Good on you, mate," replied Scott.
He picked up the half-full bottle of rum from Matthew's grave.
"What do you want me to do with this Bundy?" he asked.
Mick shrugged. "Whatever you like," he said.
"OK then. Uncle Matt's been a long time without a drink. Let's give it to him."
With that, Scott poured the rum out over the grave.
In the near darkness, Mick watched the bottle being emptied onto his dead mate's grave. He smelt the aroma of rum filling the air. To him, it was symbolic of the end of an era. He was never going to touch another drop of grog again. Scott told him so and he was going to do it. He would make it.
He felt quite emotional. He hugged Scott again. He felt comforted by Scott's great strength.
"I guess I'll be off then," he said. "I'll head off up to your Aunt Rosalind's place in Queensland tomorrow and tell Max everything."
"Good on you," replied Scott. "You make sure you get a good night's sleep before you head off. It'll take you a few days to get up there."
"See you then."
"See you, mate. Take care."
Scott and Derek watched Mick walk off in the gloom amongst the trees in the direction of his home.
Derek: << Your father's not going to be too happy when Mick lobs on your aunt's doorstep and tells him all that while he's on holidays. >>
Scott: << Dad's pretty sure that there's been something going on between Mick and Uncle Matt. You know that yourself. Finally he'll find out for certain. That can only be a good thing. I know Dad'll be OK about it once he gets over the surprise. >>
<< You know, considering how angry your grandfather was, I suppose it's a bit of a surprise that he never hit your grandmother. >>
<< Granny's one tough woman. If he had hit her, she would have walked out on him and taken her two boys with her. She wouldn't have put with mistreatment like that. I guess she would have gone up and lived with her family at Dubbo. Her father, my great-grandfather Hector McKechnie was still alive then as was her mother Esther. They would have taken her in. I sometimes wonder how things might have turned out if my grandparents had separated and Granny had gone back to live with her parents and lived on their property. I wonder how Uncle Matt would have turned out. He and Dad probably would have grown up on horse-back. Maybe Uncle Matt might have become a successful grazier himself. Maybe he might still have been called up for National Service but stayed in the army and had a successful career. Maybe he might have become a senior army officer like your father. Maybe Dad might have become a civil engineer after all and not a plumber. Probably he would never have met Mum here in Ringtail. He would have married someone else and I guess I would never have been born. >>
Derek laughed. << Yeah, if, maybe. Funny how things turn out. >>
Scott: << I remember something Dad told me. He said that a real man would never hit a woman. If a man did hit a woman, he's a weak man. He's showing his weakness and his cowardice. >>
<< That's true. >>
They walked back past the church back towards Scott's utility. The looming mass of the church towered over them in the darkness. It looked dark, cold and lifeless. That was weird in the warmth of the summer night. Scott shivered involuntarily.
The Voice of God surrounded them from all sides as if it were coming from loudspeakers concealed in all the surrounding trees. It was impossible for the telepaths to ignore.
<< SCOTT AND DEREK, I WANT YOU TO BRING LIFE, LOVE AND ENERGY TO THE CHURCH AND IN PARTICULAR THIS CHURCH HERE. SINCE THE APPARITION OF THE IMAGE OF MY SON JESUS HERE IN THIS CHURCH, MANY SAD AND DESPERATE PEOPLE HAVE COME TO THIS BUILDING TO SEEK LOVE AND ENERGY FROM THE IMAGE OF JESUS ON THE WALL INSIDE AND THEY HAVE LEFT ALL THEIR NEGATIVE ENERGIES EMBEDDED IN THE FABRIC OF THE BUILDING. THERE WAS NEVER VERY MUCH POSITIVE ENERGY IN THE BUILDING IN THE FIRST PLACE AND IT HAS DWINDLED TO ALMOST NOTHING IN THE CENTURY AND A HALF SINCE IT WAS BUILT.
WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO, SCOTT AND DEREK, IS FILL THE VERY FABRIC OF THIS CHURCH WITH MUCH POSITIVE ENERGY, THE ENERGY OF JOY, HAPPINESS AND ECSTATIC LOVE. I WANT YOU TWO TO MAKE LOVE INSIDE THE CHURCH. I WANT ONE TO FUCK THE OTHER INTO THE HEIGHTS OF ECSTATIC LOVE AND FILL THE BUILDING WITH A HUGE SURGE OF POSITIVE ENERGY AND LET IT ALL SOAK INTO THE VERY STONEWORK.
I WOULD LIKE DEREK TO FUCK SCOTT. WITH YOUR ENHANCED SEMEN PRODUCTION, SCOTT, I WOULD LIKE YOU TO SPRAY THE INTERIOR OF THE CHURCH WITH YOUR SEMEN AND FILL THE CHURCH WITH YOUR TREMENDOUS POSITIVE LOVE ENERGY. WILL YOU TWO DO IT PLEASE? >>
The two supermen agreed.
Like insubstantial wraiths they passed through the stone walls of the building into the church. Inside was complete darkness. All that was visible was the very faintest glimmer of light through the stained glass windows that illuminated nothing.
With their cryptoscopic sense they were able to find their way around the church in the pitch darkness. They made their way to the crossing of the nave and the transept, the long and short arms of the cruciform layout of the church.
Standing on the cool stone floor under the crossing spire, the two supermen put their arms around each other and kissed with rising passion.
Their cocks rapidly stiffened as they rubbed their hands over the slippery skin covering the big bulging muscles of their superbly powerful bodies.
They made their clothes vanish and stood naked at the crossing with their stiff hard cocks pressed against each other. They continued kissing, their lips locked together with fervent passion and their front teeth rubbing together. They both glowed in the dark.
Derek turned Scott around and hoisted him up in his arms with his mighty biceps bulging. Scott writhed in pleasure as his back rubbed against the bulging ribbed musculature of Derek's front. Derek lifted him up high and offered him to God. He lifted Scott up and positioned Scott's arsehole against his rampant swollen cockhead. Scott's hard erect cock stuck out into the darkness of the church. Already it was throbbing.
Scott relaxed the sphincters of his arsehole and admitted the thick bulk of Derek's penis. Gently Derek pushed his penis further up into Scott's anus and Scott groaned as pleasurable sensations flooded through his body from his groin. Derek's thick strong arms held him tightly against his body. Scott thrilled at the pleasure of feeling Derek's warm front against his back.
It was all so commonplace but oh so wonderfully pleasurable. As Derek started thrusting his penis deeper into Scott's bowels, Scott felt the beginnings of an orgasmic eruption building in his groin.
He revelled in the feel of the thick hard bulk of Derek's penis thrusting rhythmically up his arsehole and thumping against his prostate. It stirred up wonderfully pleasurable feelings in his body.
Derek delighted in thrusting his cock up into the powerfully muscled he-man that was Scott. He delighted in thrusting his cock deep into the bowels of Scott's powerfully muscled torso. He fucked Scott as sensuously as possible.
Scott was uttering deep groans of unalloyed pleasure as the pressure of his impending orgasm increased rapidly.
They floated up into the air high above the floor in the middle of the church. They started rotating in mid-air. Both their bodies glowed strongly with a golden light.
Suddenly Scott's groin contracted brutally and the orgasm exploded inside him. Thick hot wads of his semen boiled up like lava from the sex organs within his groin, gushed out of his mighty penis and shot across the church. Each seminal wad glowed with a bright purplish blue light as it flew in an arc and spattered on the pews and the floor where it soaked into the floor causing a spreading golden glow.
Derek locked down his impending orgasm and continued thrusting his penis up Scott's arsehole with unabated vigour.
Scott threw his head back and screamed as the tumult of his ecstatic orgasm stormed through his powerful body. Being fucked vigorously during his continuing orgasm was an overwhelming experience. It just blew his mind. His orgasmic ecstasy soared to unprecedented heights.
God pumped huge quantities of energy into the two men fucking. Derek felt the mighty cataract of energy spearing into his body like hard shafts of lightning, focusing in his groin and gushing into Scott's body through his penis.
Scott's consciousness had blurred because of the intensity of the orgasm he was undergoing. He was barely aware of the deluge of energy coursing through his body with intensities that would have killed a normal man. Great shafts of energy speared in his body from God also. He was dimly aware of his prostate throbbing with the torrent of energy rushing through it and with Derek's pounding. Mighty spouts of glowing purplish blue semen gushed out of his penis and flew in an arc around the church and splattered in golden puddles over the pews and floor.
He screamed. He yelled. He kept on screaming and yelling. He was in the utmost ecstasy.
Derek kept on thrusting his penis vigorously into Scott's arse, enhancing and magnifying Scott's orgasm tremendously. Scott was lost in a towering firestorm of orgasmic ecstasy.
The pressure of the semen squirting from Scott's rampant penis increased so that it was like a glowing purplish blue liquid glue gushing under high-pressure from a fire hose. The trajectory of the glutinous ejaculations rose high. Great glowing gobs and ropes of semen splattered all over the inside the church, all over the walls, floor, pews, altar and pulpit. Semen dripped from the ceiling.
Derek continued rotating himself and Scott slowly. He ensured that Scott's sacred semen was being spread evenly throughout the interior of the church.
The church was packed with squadrons of angels busily transforming the tremendous cascade of love energy pouring out from Scott and Derek, mixing it with the semen splattered liberally all over the church interior and applying it to the walls, floor, ceiling and all the furniture and appurtenances of the church, in fact into the very fabric of the church. All the stonework, plaster, floor tiles and furnishings were blessed and sanctified by the love energy emanating from God, transformed through the medium of Scott's body and mind and, mixed with Scott's holy semen, transformed again by the angels.
The golden glow spread from the splats and puddles of semen landing all over the interior of the church, all over the pews, ceiling, walls and floor. It kept on spreading until suddenly the glow from all the semen coalesced and spread rapidly all over the interior of the church. It spread over the floor, up the plastered stone walls and over the arched wood-lined ceiling. The whole interior of the church was bright with a numinous golden glow. The glow emanating from the image of Christ on the wall in the transept was especially bright.
Derek was able to perceive the angels as semi-transparent bodies of pure spirit energy moving around the church's interior and clustering around him and Scott. Scott was overwhelmed with the intensity of his orgasm. The firestorm completely swamped his being.
Derek released the lock-down of his orgasm and immediately erupted into a mighty explosion of orgiastic joy. His hot semen boiled up the length of his penis and gushed into the depths of Scott's bowels. He roared out his sheer joy of shooting his semen into Scott's magnificently muscular body.
The electric intensity of their orgasms combined and entwined together into a towering firestorm of divine and ecstatic joy that consumed them both and bound them intimately together with fiery bonds of holy love.
The angels busily transformed the quasi-stellar explosion of love energy and directed it into the stonework and woodwork of the church so that the storehouse of positive love energy in the church was available to the pilgrims seeking succour.
Finally, like a monumentally grand and transcendent symphony, the ecstatic fuck came to a steady and satisfying end.
Derek kept his stiff penis up Scott's arse as he wrapped his muscular arms around Scott's body and hugged Scott to himself, resting his chin on Scott's shoulders. They continued floating in mid-air. Dribbles of semen fell from Scott's erect cock and splattered on the floor. The golden glow filled the interior of the church.
Peace, relaxation and utter happiness spread throughout the bodies and minds of the two men conjoined. They felt replete and utterly satisfied. A great love filled them both, body, mind and soul.
The image of Christ glowed brightly with a golden light as if it were illuminated from within. The glow from the walls in the rest of the church started to diminish.
God was pleased with the work well done. It was enough. It was sufficient. The church was charged with positive love energy.
The angels became agitated. People were preparing to come into the church. Derek and Scott reached out and searched with their minds.
"Huwwo." Kieran reappeared on his trike.
"You were a while," commented Derek.
"I talked to Diana," said the little boy. "She's nice."
Diana was the six-year-old granddaughter of Jenny and Kevin who had arrived in the hotel community back in January along the others. Diana was staying with her grandparents here in Ringtail Springs during the school holidays.
"That's really good," said Derek.
"Bye now." Kieran rode away and disappeared around the corner of the building.
Derek watched the rain come down.
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