---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel.
By Wombat. ------------------------- Any constructive comments are appreciated. I'm at 'bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au'. ------------------------------------ Please note that this story is pure fiction, all of it. It is all a product of my inspired (? - fevered(??)) imagination. That should be bloody obvious from the rest of the story. ------------------------------------
Chapter 7 - 'A Rainy Day' Part 6.
------------------------------------ Part 66: Little Red Midget ------------------------------------
Paul felt a lot better after a shower. He had taken particular care to cleanse his penis thoroughly, making sure to remove all traces of shit. It was good to feel clean. He had been so sweaty. And he had Raymond's semen splattered all over his front.
He had been bothered by a security man as he strode naked down the hallway to the bathroom. The man demanded to know his name and what he was doing. Paul told him as briefly as he could get away with and went on his way. A nice long hot shower washed away his irritation.
He went downstairs to breakfast shirtless. His shirt had been reduced to an unwearable collection of rags during his encounter with Prudence.
When Myrtle McBride saw the mass of scratches on Paul's back, she was horrified. She insisted on smothering his back with an ointment that she had bought from a herbal and natural remedy shop in Ringtail Springs. The ointment from Mount Remarkable had proven to be remarkably effective in healing the cuts on the precious stud rams and ewes sustained during shearing.
His topless appearance had caused much ribald comment from the politicians and political staff members also down for breakfast. He had taken it all in good humour.
The enormous formal dining room contained a big long table down the middle where breakfast was being served. The table was covered in a long white damask tablecloth. Those guests who had stayed overnight sat in long rows either side.
The morning sun streamed in through the windows.
Lachlan McBride was busy helping people to find seats. He was smartly dressed in a close-fitting short-sleeved white shirt that showed off the hard muscularity of his arms and torso. He wore also a close- fitting blue jeans and a pair of light brown stockman's boots.
Paul found a seat unaided. He tucked into a huge breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausages, toast and mushrooms coated with herbed breadcrumbs topped off with a big mug of milk coffee. It would be enough to fill him.
While he was eating, Senator Cornwallis the Minister for Defence Procurement, Senator Burgoyne the Minister for Defence, and Mr Carleton the Minister for Finance came and sat down opposite him. Both Senator Burgoyne and Mr Carleton were the worse for wear after the previous night but Senator Cornwallis was in remarkably good spirits. In fact he was bubbling over with good humour. He ribbed Paul about fucking Prudence energetically the previous night and he hoped that was sufficient to keep Prudence in a good humour for a good long time.
Senator Cornwallis told Paul that ASIO (Australian Security Intelligence Organisation) had opened a file on him and had investigated him thoroughly. They found nothing of concern. Paul had a totally clean apolitical background and he was the son of a well- regarded Anglican clergyman.
When Paul asked him why he was investigated, Senator Cornwallis replied, "Any man who screws my daughter I will have ASIO investigate him. I am part of the defence establishment and I cannot afford to take any risks security-wise. You never know, a foreign spy may use my daughter to get at me."
Senator Burgoyne looked at Paul blearily through his hangover.
He said with a weary smile, "I understand, Paul, that your favourite hobbies are fucking, fighting and football. And you spent a lot of time working out in the gym too. It certainly shows with all that muscle you've got. You're built like a stud bull. Yes, I've seen your file too."
The Prime Minister, Mr John Howard, appeared behind the politicians.
He chuckled. "Yes, I was rather amused by that assessment when I saw it. Not all that unusual for a university student these days, I thought to myself. It's a shame you failed the year though."
Paul reddened.
The Prime Minister put his hands on the shoulders of Senators Cornwallis and Burgoyne.
"How are we all this morning?" he asked cheerfully.
"Very well, thank you, Prime Minister," replied Senator Cornwallis.
"Coping, John, but only just," replied Senator Burgoyne.
"Likewise, John," came from a hung-over Mr Carleton.
"You seem remarkably chipper this morning, Charles," Mr Howard addressed Senator Cornwallis. "Hair of the dog that bit you?"
"George McBride sure has turned on a fine champagne for us," replied Senator Cornwallis.
"Yes, an excellent Australian champagne," agreed Mr Howard. "George is a firm believer in the Australian wine industry and I agree with him. A top-notch Australian champagne will quite happily hold its head up with the finest French champagnes."
He looked across the table at Paul.
"Your parents, the good clergyman and his wife, were here last night." That was a statement. "They were looking for you when they were leaving but no-one knew where you were, well, nobody was telling."
He put his hand on Senator Burgoyne's shoulder.
He continued with a smirk. "This man used the f-word in front of your parents. Your mother looked quite shocked."
"Well, it was a fuck of a year last year, John," replied Senator Burgoyne testily. "What with those bloody moronic holy dickheads flying those planes into the two World Trade Centre towers and the Pentagon and thinking they were fucking holy martyrs, all that bloody security panic that followed and now we're stuck in this bloody fucking, endless bloody war in Afghanistan that's never going to bloody end. I think a man is entitled to have a few drinks."
"That you certainly did," laughed Mr Howard. "It was funny though, seeing you swearing away in front of the good clergyman and his equally good wife."
Prudence, Vanessa, Tanya and Raymond made an appearance in the dining room. The ladies were smiling broadly. Raymond was walking hunched over with a stiff gait.
"I wonder what happened to him," said Mr Howard with a smirk.
"He looks like he's had something rammed very hard up his arse," observed Senator Cornwallis.
Mr Howard giggled.
The politicians all turned and looked at Paul who went bright red.
"What on earth did you do to poor Raymond?" Senator Cornwallis asked him.
"It's all right, Paul," said Mr Howard. "You don't have to answer that. I think we can all guess what you did to him last night, considering Raymond's, er, predilections."
He laughed not unkindly.
Raymond was accosted by old Edward McBride, George's aged father, who asked him if he was having trouble with his piles.
Raymond mumbled a reply.
"Speak up, boy, I can't hear you," demanded old Mr McBride.
Raymond blushed.
"Yes, I suppose you are a bit young to be getting piles, young man," declared the old man. "I've got just the thing for you, my old piles cushions. They eased my backside considerably until I had my piles operation."
The politicians burst into muffled fits of laughter.
"Oh, hold me up," sniggered Mr Howard as he held onto the back of Senator Burgoyne's chair.
Old Edward McBride hailed Lachlan and inquired of him the whereabouts of his piles cushions.
"You children were playing with them in the swimming pool after I had my piles operation," he stated.
"It's OK, Grandpa, I know where they are," replied Lachlan. "I'll get one."
"Good lad. This young man is in dire need of one," said old Edward indicating Raymond.
Lachlan looked at Raymond with a raised eyebrow, turned on his heel and disappeared out of the dining room.
He returned a short while later blowing up a brown ring-shaped rubber cushion, the piles cushion. His cheeks were puffing out as he did so. His big biceps bulged.
He handed the satisfactorily blown-up cushion to Raymond. Vanessa took it as she was busy mothering Raymond.
The three ladies smiled broadly at Paul. Raymond managed a wan smile despite his obvious pain. Tanya took the piles cushion from Vanessa and put it on her head. She grinned as the ring cushion came down over her forehead.
"G'day, muscle stud," Vanessa greeted Paul. "How're they hangin'? We had a real grouse time last night, thank you very much. Still without a shirt, I see. Oh my gaw...awd! You're so sexy!"
The politicians laughed at the well-spoken Englishwoman's attempt at an Australian accent. Paul reddened.
"Clearly you gave them all a good time last night, Paul," observed Senator Cornwallis. "I hope you're happy, Prudence."
"Very happy, thank you Senator," purred Prudence. "I know I'm a greedy girl but this man was eminently satisfactory."
Senator Burgoyne leant forward towards Paul.
"Paul, there could be an opening for a man like you as a security agent," he said conspiratorially. "We're always looking for big strong fit young men to train up as security agents and you're obviously very strong and fit if you can entertain all these people all night like you did last night. Basically you'd be a bodyguard looking after the safety of me, the Prime Minister and other of my ministerial colleagues. You'd certainly have no trouble getting a high level security clearance with your background, I can guarantee that. Interested?"
Senator Cornwallis leant forward also and winked.
"And you'd have plenty of opportunity to keep Prudence happy. And her friends and colleagues," he added.
Mr Howard leant over Senator Burgoyne's shoulder and winked also.
"And that can only be a good thing," he said.
"Er ..." said Paul.
He looked stunned by the offer.
Prudence put her hand on his shoulder.
"Please say yes, Paul," she pleaded. "It would be so much fun."
Vanessa and Tanya both chimed in with "Please do say yes."
Paul remembered his promise to Jesus.
"Er ... er ... I guess I'd have to think about this," he stammered.
"Please do," said Senator Burgoyne with as much briskness as he could manage.
The three ladies and Raymond found seats further down the breakfast table. Vanessa took the piles cushion off Tanya's head and made a great show of placing it on the chair for Raymond. He sat down on it gratefully.
Mr Howard moved off to the head of the table where he joined his wife, George McBride and his wife, his father, his son and daughters. There was much jollity but Paul could not hear what it was about.
After breakfast George McBride informed Paul that his father had telephoned a couple of times that morning inquiring as to the whereabouts of his son. Old Maud the house-keeper had taken the messages. She thought that the clergyman had sounded quite agitated. Apparently he wanted Paul to stand in as an altar server for the nine o'clock church service for New Year's Day. The rostered server had just called in sick. Now it was far too late for Paul to step in. George hoped that the Reverend Julian Hamilton-Forbes had managed to find a suitable replacement.
Lachlan volunteered to take Paul home and asked if he could drive George's sports car, a little red MG Midget TD made in 1951. George had had it immaculately restored at great expense to original condition.
George consented but he insisted that Paul wear a shirt before he got into the sports car. He did not want Paul's bleeding scratches and the ointment with which his wife had smothered them staining the leather upholstery of the car. He earnestly entreated his son to treat the car gently. 'She' was an old lady of fifty years old.
Lachlan disappeared upstairs to his bedroom. He reappeared a short time later with a dark blue Backstreet Boys T-shirt. Paul put it on although it was fairly tight around his chest and arms. Every muscular bulge showed.
Lachlan drove the car out the homestead gates and onto the winding road back through the hills into Ringtail Springs. It was a warm cloudless day and the shade temperature was already 31 degrees Celsius (88 degrees F). Lachlan had put down the car's soft top.
He was wearing his Oakley sunglasses. Paul found a pair of Ray-Bans in the glove box.
Whenever they passed through a cutting going through the hills west of the town, the cheerful burble from the sports car's exhaust echoed back from the rock walls. Trees overhung the road.
They were safely out of sight of the homestead. Paul turned to Lachlan.
"You know, mate, you look pretty bloody hot and sexy in that outfit of yours. It really shows off your big bulging biceps and pecs. Just for curiosity's sake, how big are your biceps?"
Lachlan gave a wry smile as he coloured slightly.
"'Bout sixteen inches (40 cm)," he replied.
"Impressive!"
"Thanks. Mind you, Paul, you certainly overshadow me with all your muscles. I hear you've got eighteen inch (46 cm.) biceps. You're bloody massive."
Paul laughed. His teeth glinted in the sunlight.
A little while later he asked, "Have you had some practice sucking guys off? Last night you sucked me off like an expert. Fuck! It was fucking tremendous. No-one else has sucked me off quite like the way you did. Girls are so bloody tentative. They don't like taking it all the way down their throat and swallowing it all. And no one has ever done that trick massaging the bit behind my balls like you did last night. That was fucking utterly fantastic. It was fucking mind- blowing."
Lachlan gave a lop-sided grin as he swung the car around a bend.
"Yeah, we used to do it with each other a lot in the boarding house at school in Sydney," he replied. "Girls were strictly not allowed. We didn't have much choice. I haven't sucked a guy off since I left school, well, not until last night with you. Or massaged his perineum, the bit behind your balls."
"Fuck! You were good. By God, I needed that."
"You know, I thought about sticking my finger up your arsehole and massaging your love nut while I was sucking you off. But I didn't want to get a shitty finger, not with the New Year's Eve party in full swing. It would've been a little difficult for me to sneak off and wash my hands afterwards. And Mum would've noticed likely as not and made a fuss about it."
"Oh, yeah. By the way, you were going to ask me something last night in The Grove when Cynthia interrupted us."
"Yeah, I was going to ask if I could fuck you."
"Oh yeah?" Paul was surprised.
"I had a couple of condoms in my pocket so I was prepared. I thought I might get lucky with a girl or maybe even a bloke, like you for instance."
"But you didn't have any lube, did you?"
"Nup. Don't need it. Spit does the job pretty well, even when you do it bareback, like without a condom."
"Have you had any experience fucking guys before?"
"Yeah. I've had a bit of experience. I fucked a few guys at school when I was in my senior years and I fucked some of the guys when I was living at the university college at Sydney University. They really loved me fucking them. And they really liked sucking me off too. That was fantastic. God! It was fun. And a guy's arsehole is so much tighter than a girl's fanny."
"You were fucking them up the arse? Didn't it hurt them?
"No, but then my cock isn't as big as yours. They loved it up the arse, I mean. You've got a huge monster of a cock, Paul."
"Yeah - I guess the guys would be attracted to you, Lockie, 'cos you're a big muscly masculine guy. What about the girls?"
Lachlan grinned. "Oh yeah, I did quite a few of them too."
"You sound like you're a real ram, Lockie, a real stud ram."
Lachlan smiled. "A bit like you, mate," he said.
Paul reflected on the previous night's occurrences, including his experiences with the dildos up his arse.
"You know, Lockie," he said after a pause. "I reckon I could come around to the idea of getting fucked by you. It might be rather fun, 'cos I was just thinking what a sexy guy you are. Last night Tanya stuck a big fat dildo up my arse when I was fucking Vanessa and I was running out of puff and, hell, it was one hell of a bang I had, the biggest I reckon I ever had. By Christ it was good. I reckon I could do it again and being fucked could be a goer for me."
Lachlan looked at Paul with interest.
"Oh yeah?" he said.
"Yeah, and then Tanya stuck an even bigger one up my arse when I was fucking Raymond and, Christ, it was good. I went absolutely wild. It's no wonder Raymond had such a sore arse this morning. It was a huge bang I had, the biggest I ever had."
"Gee, Tanya's a dark horse! She's even weirder than she looks. Sounds like she's got you interested in anal intercourse."
"Yeah. I am. I was almost wondering if you and me could stop off somewhere and have a fuck, like you could fuck me. But then I realised I'm too shagged out after last night after all that fucking. All I want to do right now is go home to bed and get a decent night's sleep. The way I feel at the moment, I reckon I'll be sleeping in until tomorrow morning. Any chance of us catching up together in the next few days?"
"Bummer! We're all heading off to our beach house at Batemans Bay day after tomorrow until the end of the month and we're going to be pretty busy packing and stuff today and tomorrow. I've no chance of disappearing off for a few hours."
"Yeah, shame about that. I'm taking my olds to Canberra airport day after tomorrow for their plane to New Zealand and they're going to be away for three weeks staying with Aunt Dreary Deirdre. I thought ..." Paul's voice trailed off.
"Double bummer! I guess we'll just have to wait until some time next year, I mean this year," said Lachlan with feeling. "Your parents will be back before we get back from our holidays."
Lachlan slowed down when they saw a wedge-tailed eagle tearing at a mangled rabbit carcase near the side of the road. The bird stopped and eyed the car suspiciously as Lachlan drove past slowly.
"Beautiful bird, isn't it," commented Lachlan. "It's good to see the wedgies coming back now that people have stopped shooting them. There are a lot more around now than when I was a kid."
Lachlan sped up again after they passed the eagle.
Paul said with a laugh, "I bet you have to behave yourself now you're back home with the family. I have to with my olds around pretty well all the time."
Lachlan smiled ruefully. "Yeah."
He became serious.
"Please don't tell Mum and Dad or my sisters about all this stuff or last night," he said. "They'd have a massive freak-out. 'OMG, a homosexual queer in the family.' Shock, horror, drama and all that shit."
"Nup, no way I'd do a thing like that."
"Thanks, mate. Christ! You're sure as hell a randy bastard, doing over those three women and Raymond as well all last night. You must've had heaps of fun."
"I did."
"Well, you certainly made Prudence and Co happy. The women were all walking around this morning grinning from ear to ear. And we all know that Prudence is bloody insatiable. You must've fucked hell out of her."
Paul grinned.
"You really did fuck Raymond up the arse," stated Lachlan with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, like I told you."
"Yeah, John Howard hinted at it delicately over breakfast this morning when Dad asked him what happened to Raymond. Your name was mentioned as entertaining some people upstairs. I thought I'd stir the pot a little and I said to Grandpa that it was very generous of him to lend Raymond his old piles cushion. Then Aggie got the giggles when she twigged. Mum was busy pretending that it was nothing in particular. Well, that was until Aggie had to explain to Cyn what you did to Raymond and Cyn got the giggles badly. You should've seen Mum's face when she heard Aggie explaining it all to Cyn. She most definitely was not amused and Janette Howard told John off for bringing up such a disgusting subject over the breakfast table. It was quite funny actually. Mum was putrid with Aggie and Cyn getting the terminal giggles."
Lachlan grew serious.
He said, "Look, I was thinking last night in bed about getting you to fuck me so I could find out what it's like and maybe fucking you too. I was getting really hot and horny about it, I don't mind telling you. I actually had to jerk myself off so I could get to sleep. But if I get fucked by you I do not want to get hurt like you hurt Raymond. If I got a sore arse like Raymond, everyone would twig to that I'd been on the receiving end of anal intercourse, and I sure as hell don't want that. I've got to keep it a secret. I'm sure you'd understand that what with family honour and all that."
"Well, I guess you are the prize young stud ram, Lockie," said Paul with a laugh. "You are the one who has to carry the family lineage on into the future."
"Yeah, tell me about it," snorted Lachlan. "So, look, if you did fuck me, Paul, you'd have to do it really gently and not hurt me like you hurt Raymond."
"Look, Raymond was in a fair bit of pain this morning," he went on. "His arse was as sore as hell from the way he was walking funny like that. And Grandpa gives him a piles cushion to sit on. Even Grandpa picked that he had a sore arse." "
"Yeah, it was sure funny as hell your grandfather thinking Raymond had piles," put in Paul. "The politicians were just about pissing themselves with laughter."
Paul looked at the road straight ahead. He thought hard. He came to a decision. He had to trust Lachlan.
"Look, Lockie," he started hesitantly. "I guess I'm going to be finding out pretty soon what it's like to get fucked by another man. And I guess I'll get some practice in fucking other men too."
Lachlan looked at him questioningly.
"You got someone in mind?" he asked.
"Yeah, Scott Reeves."
"What? Scottie Reeves? Well bugger me stupid!" exclaimed Lachlan. "I didn't know he was into other guys, like sexually. I wonder if it's because he had that bad experience with Jayne Molesworth and he gave Cyn a black eye over it 'cos she was teasing the merry hell out of him. Scottie Reeves? Well, well, well. I never would have known. And I hear he's a real mountain of muscle these days and he's strong enough to lift a Land Rover."
"Yeah, he sure is a massive mountain of muscle and he's hell strong. I saw him lift the Willoughby-Wainthropps' Land Rover off that little kid who ran out in front of Mrs Willoughby-Wainthropp and then I ran into him at Minchin's service station yesterday when I was getting the car filled."
Paul decided not to tell Lachlan about the vision of Jesus in the church. He feared that Lachlan would think he had gone mad.
He went on. "Well, I didn't know until a few days ago when someone told me. And then Scott propositioned me at the service station when I saw him yesterday. I guess I will go through with it."
"Yeah?"
"I guess it'll have to wait until after I get the olds safely off to New Zealand. I guess I'll have to get Scott to teach me how to fuck a guy nicely so I don't hurt him. You know, Raymond wanted me to fuck him hard, real hard. The harder I fucked him, the more he liked it. And he shot his spunk all over me. He was having absolutely huge orgasms. I didn't know he was going to end up with a sore arse like that. I thought he could take it OK."
Lachlan grinned.
"Well, mate, you're one hell of a big strong fellow with big bulging sexy powerful muscles and a huge cock. You must have rammed him a bit too hard up the arse with your monster cock. You know, the more I think about it, the more I like the idea of you fucking me and me fucking you. Trouble is, we're all heading off to our beach house day after tomorrow. Maybe some time when I'm back."
"Sure."
They motored on in silence.
Then Paul asked, "Does your family know about Raymond being a transvestite? When I was talking to Raymond dressed up as Kate last night, she/he told me they had some sort of political seminar at your place a couple of months ago. I guess they might have known about Raymond's cross-dressing."
"Yeah," replied Lachlan.
"What do they think about him?"
"Well, Mum thinks that Raymond's being totally self-indulgent. Dad's become terribly broad-minded all of a sudden, probably because he's a politician now. Aggie's not bothered at all. It takes a lot to faze her. I think she influenced Dad. And Cyn thinks it's all a big giggle. But then everything's a giggle with her."
"Bet Cynthia didn't think being smacked one in the eye by Scott Reeves was a giggle. Or the spider last night."
"No, that she didn't," replied Lachlan with a laugh.
They reached the edge of the town and Lachlan slowed down. The MG had handled beautifully on the way in. In Lachlan's hands it had gone around the many corners as if it were on rails.
They motored down High Street. People waved. The little old red MG sports car attracted a lot of attention. Lachlan graciously waved back.
A group of people was setting up for a New Year's Day barbecue in the wide tree-filled median strip of High Street. They had a pig roasting on a spit. People were putting up trestle tables with white plastic tablecloths under the trees and placing plastic chairs in several colours around them.
At Denison Street Lachlan turned towards St Aidan's Church. He swept into the churchyard driveway and pulled up in front of the rectory.
While Paul was saying goodbye to Lachlan, his mother came out of the rectory. Paul greeted her perfunctorily. She demanded to know what he had been doing all night. He told her he had little sleep and he was going to bed now. He was very tired.
He had come down off the high from the uppity-up-up drug and the poppers and he was irritable. Without further ado, he walked off past his mother and through the front door of the rectory. He wanted nothing more than to go to bed as soon as possible.
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