---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel.
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Thank you all, Wombat ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 7 - 'A Rainy Day' Part 10. ------------------------------------
------------------------------------ Part 70: The Cold Wind ------------------------------------
Scott and Paul flew across the East River and out eastwards over Long Island. They were not travelling fast but they were doing a couple of hundred miles (approximately 300 kilometres) an hour.
Paul disliked being buffeted by the cold wind so Scott put up a force field like a windshield around them to protect him.
Paul snuggled up against Scott's back enjoying the warmth radiating from Scott's body. He put his arms one by one between Scott's thick powerful arms and back and he held onto Scott's chest. He loved Scott and he loved the warmth of the bare skin of Scott's body. He loved the feel of Scott's huge bulging pectoral muscles and deep broad massive chest. He felt snug and warm inside the protection of the surrounding force field with the mighty superman underneath him.
He realised that Scott was monitoring every one of his thoughts. That was so good even though Paul regretted not having his telepathic sense anymore. Scott understood when Paul was feeling uncomfortable and did something about it.
Scott was busily scanning the area around them with his telepathic sense alert for any problems.
They were passing over the lights of the farmhouses, towns and hamlets lying in the snow-covered countryside towards the eastern end of Long Island.
Scott said, "Bugger! There're a couple of US Air Force fighter jets after us. They've been scrambled to intercept us. Panic not. We can easily outrun them. I have an infinite top speed."
Paul looked around but he could see nothing but the lights below.
Scott accelerated rapidly as he flew past the eastern tip of Long Island and out over the Atlantic Ocean. He broke the sound barrier out over the open sea.
He said, "Those guys are going to be really popular breaking the sound barrier over populated areas trying to catch us. At the low altitude they're flying, their sonic booms are going to break windows and collapse ceilings. That's a bugger for the people on the ground below. The fighters must have really sensitive radar to pick up a small object like us two. They think we're some kind of stealth aircraft up to something nefarious because we haven't been answering the radio calls from the control towers. That's not surprising considering the twitchiness of the US military following the terrorist attack last year. That's OK. We've just become invisible to radar. We just won't reflect radar waves at all. As far as they're concerned, we've just disappeared off their radar. We've lost them."
At high speed they curved northwards and followed the coast line in a north-easterly direction. Once past Cape Cod they turned east and headed out over the North Atlantic Ocean gaining height rapidly.
"We've completely lost the jet fighters," said Scott with a laugh. "They're hunting around and they've absolutely no idea where we are. Us disappearing completely threw them. In fact it worries them and their superiors. Anyway, we're out of here."
They flew past Nova Scotia and a few seconds later flew high over Newfoundland. Once past Newfoundland they turned due north and less than a minute later they were flying over the west coast of Greenland which they followed north on past the Arctic Circle. The land and sea below them were in the winter darkness of the arctic night. The Greenland icecap below them was dimly lit by the pale light of the quarter moon low on the southern horizon.
Far to the south the curved rim of the planet was illuminated by the distant invisible sun. Paul shivered despite the warmth emanating from Scott's superhuman body. He felt the cold of the icy dark landscape beneath them and the dark starry polar sky above them.
"Where are we going, mate?" he asked.
"To the North Pole," replied Scott. "Thought you'd like to see it for yourself."
"So I guess Santa Claus really doesn't live there," said Paul with a laugh.
"Nuh."
"And I don't have any top on, just my jeans and boots. It's gonna be bloody freezing."
"Like literally. Don't worry, mate. I'll keep you warm, just like before."
They flew over the northern part of Greenland and then out over the darkened Arctic Ocean.
Scott dropped down low to about 500 metres (1500 feet) and flew at high speed above the icesheet covering the Arctic Ocean. The white polar ice field rushing past below them was dimly lit by the quarter moon skimming the horizon. Lumps and hillocks of ice big and small stuck up randomly. Some of the ice blocks were as big as buildings. The surface was very rough.
"What's that greenish glow over there in the sky?" asked Paul. "It's moving."
"The Aurora Borealis," replied Scott.
"An aurora! I've never seen one before."
"Yeah, we live too far north at Ringtail and Canberra is at about the same latitude."
"That's incredible! Thanks, Scott, for showing me, thank you so much."
"My pleasure."
Soon the icesheet became smooth and flat. Paul thought they might be flying over a giant icefloe.
Scott flew down and landed gently on the icefield. The ice crunched under his boots. A strong cold wind was blowing.
"We're here, mate," he said. "Here is the North Pole. We're standing on it."
Paul slid down off Scott's back. He was reluctant to leave the warmth of Scott's body.
"Are we?" he asked. "It all looks the same to me."
There was nothing to mark the position of the North Pole. Paul could see nothing but the flat, white, almost featureless icefield surrounding them in the darkness.
Scott pointed to his head.
"The telepathic net," he said. "This is it. I have accurate information, like it's a kind of telepathic GPS. We're right on the button. Not only that, mate, but there's the North Star, Polaris, almost directly above us."
Scott pointed up at the North Star.
Paul looked at him wondering at all his knowledge and abilities
Scott seemed quite different from when Paul knew him at Ringtail Springs High School. He seemed now to be far more intelligent, knowledgeable and confident than he was back then and he was a lot bigger and much more muscular but even then in his mid-teens Scott was big, strong and muscular. Other students quickly learnt not to annoy him. Paul was bigger and two years older and Scott seemed then to look up to him. Scott certainly was keen to be friends with Paul. And Scott was a keen and pretty good rugby player at school as Paul remembered him. Scott was frequently asking Paul for tips on how to improve his game.
Scott swivelled around on his heel pointing at the horizon.
"From here," he said, "every direction is south."
He opened his arms wide.
"Russia goes from here to here."
He pointed at a right angle from his former position.
"North America is over there," he said.
He turned another ninety degrees and pointed.
"Europe is over there," he stated.
He turned again and pointed in the direction of Eastern Russia.
"And Australia is way down in that direction."
"Like it really is down under," said Paul with a laugh.
He said more seriously, "It's such a long way away. It's a bloody long way home."
He went on. "You know, Scott, I've been thinking. You told me we had to keep your super powers a secret, yet you showed your super powers to those gay-bashers back in New York. I don't get it, Scott. You told me one thing and you go and do the opposite. You told them about telepathy and you healed those guys I punched out and that black guy said his bullets just bounced off you when he shot you and you made his gun disappear in mid-air. And then you tell him that story about the gun being used by some professional killer to kill nine people in Texas and the cops still haven't found who did it. I don't get it."
"Simple," replied Scott. "I know I took a risk but it was a calculated risk. Gay-bashers nearly always have serious masculinity issues. They think they're really limp-wristed gay sissies inside until they can prove themselves so they try and prove themselves big tough he-men by bashing up gay men. It occurred to me that if they could become supermen then any masculinity issues would just go away as would their need to go gay-bashing. I put that idea out on the telepathic net and the others supported it. God Himself approved it. With God's authority, Jesus told me I could do it when the angels and I were healing Leroy. Everyone thought it was a good idea and if any of the gang members went public about it, no one would take any notice of him. He's just a kid off the street.
So I gave them a demonstration of my super powers and it worked. Leroy, Billy, Cal, Wes and many of the others are definitely interested. They're determined to go and become supermen. Leroy particularly is really turned on by the idea of have huge muscles like you and me and becoming a superman himself. It's funny - he's big and strong anyway, very likely the strongest in that gang. And with his brain rebuilt by angels, I reckon he's become the most intelligent now, way more intelligent than many of the others. Otis, the black man, is, or rather was, the most intelligent one in the gang and he's the leader. He's definitely coming around to the idea. And there's an excellent chance all the rest of them will follow suit and become supermen."
"Yeah, alright, I guess you're right, Scott."
"Of course I'm right," said Scott with a wide grin.
"What about that story you told about the gun belonging to the killer who committed the Midland Murders? Is that true? Or did you just tell the black guy a story to convince him to give up his gun?"
"It's no bullshit, Paul. It's true. It actually happened. You can look it up on the Internet. Even better, when I fuck-start your telepathic sense again, you can put the question out on the telepathic net yourself and get all the info you ever wanted including who did it."
"If people know who did it, why hasn't the killer been caught and brought to justice?"
"Like I explained to Leroy and the other guys back in New York, proving who did it in a court of law is bloody near impossible even in Texas because of the lack of evidence and he's white. We prefer to do things legally if at all possible. A number of police officers are Roadknights themselves so they're watching and waiting. They're planning to set a trap for him next time he tries something. They're going to catch him and put him on trial."
"What gets me now that I think about it is that that gang of gay- bashers became so friendly towards us in the end," commented Paul. "You had them eating out of your hand. What super powers did you use to influence them?"
"The obvious thing is that those guys were confronted by very much superior force," replied Scott. "You, Paul, were throwing terrifying punches that pulped faces and smashed skulls. That really scared them. Those who went for me I either slapped down hard or pushed over with a hand over their faces. Gay-bashers are basically bullies who go for men they see as weaker, particularly gay men. I don't suppose you heard Otis say he thought our huge muscles were just for show because they were pumped up with some kind of oil. I guess he means synthol. He said that he thought we'd be weak as kittens and we wouldn't put up a fight. How wrong they were! You scared them shitless with your tremendous punches and Billy described me as like a big angry grizzly bear slapping them down painfully. Like nearly all bullies, when they were confronted with your frightful strength and my massive strength, they backed off quick smart.
Then they realised I was all right when I helped the angels put Leroy's and Cal's heads back together. Leroy sealed it when he told them about his near-death experience and him meeting Jesus, Thanatos the Angel of Death and the angels who did the hard work putting him back together again. Jesus invited Leroy and his buddies to come and serve Him and His Father the Lord God. I provided the way to do it and encouraged them to become supermen like me. They were very interested and it will give them the opportunity to leave behind their masculinity issues that drive their gay-bashing. They saw what I had on offer and they want it badly, especially the massive muscles. The thought of getting huge muscles like you and me and getting extremely strong really turns them on. They really want the huge muscles and enormous strength. Do you wonder, Paul, why they became so friendly?"
"Rightio," said Paul. "I understand now."
He went on. "One thing I don't understand is that you said some police officers are Roadknights like the ones who're after the killer who committed the Midland murders. I assume they're all telepathic. How come 9/11 happened? How did the terrorists get away with it and succeed in their plan? I mean, aren't there any Roadknights in the FBI and CIA?
"The short answer is no, there are none. None at all," replied Scott.
"Why not?" asked Paul.
"I'll start at the beginning. A couple of years ago the Israelis declared the Roadknights a terrorist organisation because 'there are too many Muslims in it.' I know they're as paranoid as all hell over all the suicide bombings that are happening in Israel but it was still a stupid thing to do on their part. The Israeli Government tried to convince the US to do the same thing but President Clinton wouldn't have a bar of it. However, President Bush when he took over was much more willing to listen to them. The Bush Administration did ban the Roadknights as a terrorist organisation but that was quickly overturned by the US Congress. However, that didn't stop the Administration from getting rid of Roadknights from the Federal Government agencies. As a result, there was a mass exodus of Roadknights from the Federal Government public service, particularly from the FBI and CIA. Not one was left. That effectively rendered the intelligence agencies blind and deaf in comparison to what they were before. The Roadknights did give them warnings about the impending 9/11 terrorist attack but those warnings were totally ignored. Mind you, the shit's going to hit the fan when the US Congress starts its enquiry into why the attack happened and these failures and errors become public.
And to top it all off, Bush told John Howard to ban the Roadknights in Australia but Howard in effect told him to get stuffed. He thought the Israelis and the Americans were bloody mad. So there're still quite a few Roadknights in agencies like ASIO and the Australian Federal Police as well as some of the state police forces. In fact in South Australia the serious crime rate got driven down so much that the Commissioner of the South Australian Police got an Order of Australia.
What that means of course is that the chances of a terrorist attack occurring in Australia are pretty bloody low, like negligible.
You know that Howard was in Washington on the day the 9/11 attacks occurred. I guess it would have been difficult for him not to tell the Americans 'I told you so.'
Do you get the picture, mate?"
"I guess so," replied Paul.
Scott continued with, "Those guys who flew the planes into the twin towers killed nearly three thousand people and they did it deliberately in the name of Allah. However, anyone who goes killing people in the name of Allah or God commits a grave blasphemy against Him and the Lord God judges that very harshly. The same goes for those who kill in the name of Jesus like those screwball pseudo- Christian fundamentalists who go around killing abortionists and prostitutes and anyone else who offends them. God and Allah are the one and the same by the way. There's none of this crap about seventy black-eyed virgins for them to screw in Paradise. No, those souls will go straight to hell. Do not pass Go. There they'll become, er, 'playmates' of Satan ...'
"Sounds grim," commented Paul.
"It is. It certainly is, mate," said Scott. "Even worse, if they're really evil, they would get cast into the Outer Darkness along with all the horrors and abominations already out there. That is really beyond the pale."
Paul looked around. They were surrounded by the polar snowfield. Apart from a few clouds the sky was filled with stars. The scene was lit by the moon and the aurora. The moon was sitting on the horizon. It looked so big. The aurora was like a billowing and waving curtain of layered red, green and yellow light shot through with blue streaks.
"I'm cold," he said wrapping his arms around himself. "This bloody cold wind's getting to me, like it's fucking freezing and it's so fucking dark here."
"Come here," said Scott.
He picked Paul up bodily, plonked him down on the snow and wrapped his huge arms around Paul's body from behind holding Paul firmly against his own body.
Paul delighted in the warmth of the bare flesh of Scott's chest and abdomen against his back and Scott's huge bare arms thick with muscle surrounding his body. He felt utterly safe and protected as he snuggled backwards into Scott's warm, massively muscular and powerful superman's body. He felt the warmth surging into him from Scott's body and arms around him.
Suddenly the biting cold polar wind did not matter. Paul could feel the chill on the skin of his bare arms, shoulders and torso but the chill-banishing warmth flowing into him from Scott's body rendered the wind irrelevant. He felt warm and comfortable snuggling into Scott's mighty body. He actually started to sweat, he felt so warm.
"You're standing right on the button, Paul," Scott murmured into Paul's ear. "You're standing right on the North Pole. It's between your legs."
Paul laughed.
"I love you, Scott," he said.
"I love you too, mate," Scott replied.
He rubbed his cheek against Paul's cheek. He felt Paul's stubble against his skin. He liked it. Then he kissed Paul on the cheek. He liked the way Paul leant back into him for warmth and protection.
He ran his hand down Paul's belly delighting in the feel of the hard bulges of the thick lean powerful abdominal muscles. Paul groaned with pleasure as Scott massaged his belly.
Scott moved his hand down further and held the bulge in front of Paul's jeans. He felt Paul's soft penis stiffening rapidly. He squeezed and massaged it. He was rewarded by Paul's penis becoming a rock hard ramrod.
"Ooh, yeah," moaned Paul as he leaned back harder into Scott. "So nice. So good."
Scott sucked and nibbled on Paul's trapezius muscle. The hard strong flesh felt so good on his lips. Paul was solid muscle and a lot bigger than he was before when they started that day in Ringtail Springs.
Scott unzipped Paul's fly and Paul's stiff penis sprang out. The cold wind played on Paul's skin. The chill made his penis tingle. But it did not matter. The warmth pouring into him from Scott counteracted the cold completely. Paul was sweating.
Scott rubbed his wonderfully slippery hand up and down the shaft of Paul's penis a few times. He had switched on a small repulsive force field that made his skin feel beautifully slippery and well- lubricated.
"Oh, fuck, I think I'm going to come," moaned Paul.
"Wanna fuck?" asked Scott mouthing his neck.
"Oh fuck yes, yes please!" groaned Paul.
Scott made Paul's jeans and long underpants disappear leaving just the cowboy boots and long dark blue socks covering his feet and calves. The cold wind whipped around Paul's groin ruffling his pubic hair and making the warm skin of his groin, thighs and penis tingle. But Paul was hot, filled with the heat energy pouring from Scott's body. The wind did not bother him. In fact he relished the feel of the arctic cold wind blowing on his naked body.
Scott made his own jeans disappear as well leaving just his snakeskin boots on his feet.
He massaged Paul's rock hard cock with his deliciously slippery hands until Paul was close to orgasm with his balls and base of his penis aching for release.
He put his hands around Paul's waist and inserted his penis between Paul's buttock cheeks until the head fetched up against Paul's anal opening. He beamed a torrent of loving mind glyphs into Paul's brain and Paul's anus quickly relaxed.
He had already expanded the size of his penis to a length of 17 inches (43.2 cm.) and its thickness was now 3.1 inches (8 cm) except the lower part was now 3.25 inches (8.3 cm.). It was going to stretch Paul's anus considerably. There was going to be pain as well as pleasure. It was going to blow Paul's mind.
Scott quickly pushed his cock into Paul's anus until the head bumped up against the prostate. He thumped the prostate several times and Paul groaned as his groin filled with pleasurable and painful stimulation.
Scott pushed his penis further up into Paul's rectum then past the slight kink of the sigmoid colon right up the descending colon until it reached the splenic flexure and bumped up against Paul's pounding heart. His cock was fully embedded up inside Paul's bowels.
At the same time, Scott switched on his luminescence. He glowed brightly all over his body. He was like a beacon in the long cold polar night. The area around the two men was lit up brightly. Small lumps and bumps in the surrounding icefield cast long shadows.
The thought occurred to Paul that his insides were being illuminated by Scott's penis stuck up where the sun don't shine. Scott laughed as he picked up the thought from Paul's mind.
"I love you, mate," Scott murmured into Paul's ear. "I love you so much and I'm going to pump so much spunk into your illuminated arse with my glowing hot cock. I'm gonna fill you up with my magic semen."
He planted a big slow sloppy warm wet kiss on the side of Paul's neck just below his ear.
Paul shuddered with eager anticipation. He groaned with delight at his impalement. He was filled with cock right up from his tightly stretched anus to the middle of his chest and he loved it. He loved Scott so much. He was overjoyed that Scott had got over his anger and was now fucking him. He would do anything for Scott. He loved him so much.
Scott started thrusting into Paul with a fast regular rhythm. He revelled in the tightness of Paul's massively muscular body around his penis. However, he locked down his own orgasm because he was aware that Paul's orgasm was approaching and he needed to be prepared for any eventualities that may occur.
At the same time Paul was riding the exquisite intense pleasure and pain of Scott's mighty penis thrusting up into his bowels and penetrating into the hidden innermost depths of his being. He was shaken and stirred into a state beyond comprehension.
The pressure towards orgasm was building inexorably inside Paul. There was an odd pressure and tingling at the base of his spine. That was in addition to the pressure building in his groin. Already they were contracting in preparation for the coming orgasm.
A little worry crept in Paul's mind about him having another epileptic seizure during his orgasm with the Kundalini rising up out of the base of his spine. Already the base of his spine was tingling furiously even as he felt Scott's pubic area and lower abdomen thumping up against it as Scott thrust his cock into him.
"Don't worry, mate, about the Kundalini rising," murmured Scott into Paul's ear. "I'm all prepared for it. And Lovedeep reckons it's likely to know what to do this time. It'll rise up through the channels it's been up before with the last time. So, go man go."
Scott beamed loving relaxing glyphs into Paul's mind. Paul let the worry go and relaxed into the gloriously stimulating sex they were having.
Paul felt his insides being wonderfully stirred, massaged and stimulated by Scott's penis ramming up into him. It felt like the Dalek Dildo up his arse only better, much, much better. This was the real thing. It felt as if Scott was sending pulses of electricity all through his groin and abdomen. His heart was pounding furiously.
There was roaring in his ears. Shudders ran through his frame. His eyes watered. All the time he was conscious of the fast steady thrust of Scott's cock up his arsehole bumping up against his prostate and pushing deep into his torso up to his thumping heart.
He was dimly aware of the chill of the cold wind playing on his naked body and around his ramrod hard penis sticking proudly out into the cold polar night air. The chill did not matter because there was so much heat energy pouring into him from Scott's body that he was hot and sweating. He was dimly aware of his boots crunching on the ice as Scott thrust into him.
There was a sudden painful contraction in his groin in the area of his balls, base of his penis and around his arsehole stretched tight around Scott's pumping cock. The pressure that had been building in his groin let go in an overwhelming orgasmic explosion. Paul threw his head back and screamed into the wind of the long polar night.
Hot semen erupted up out of his testicles and gushed out of his cock. He was dimly aware of a sound like pebbles being scattered on the icy surface in front of him. He looked and saw his snap-frozen semen bouncing on the surface of the icefield and blowing away with the wind. It was so cold that his semen froze solid the instant it spurted from his cock.
Paul continued his screams of orgasmic ecstasy.
A secondary explosion occurred at the base of his spine that caused his body to shake. The Kundalini rose up and roared up through the energy channels through all the chakras until it hit the crown chakra at the top of Paul's brain. His telepathic sense came on with a snap like the limp sails of a becalmed tall square-rigged sailing ship filling with a snap in a sudden wind and the ship begins powering through the waves again.
Paul's orgasm continued unabated. Joyfully his mind ran into Scott's mind like two rivers merging. He was elated to have his telepathic sense restored. He loved Scott totally and he was jubilant to see that his love was reflected by Scott's love for him.
This time he was aware that Scott was watching him closely while enjoying to the full fucking Paul's mighty, powerful and muscular body.
Scott: << You bloody beauty! Lovedeep was right! The Kundalini came on again with no problems this time. Fantastic! And you're now a telepath again. >>
He was very close to an orgasm himself. The only reason he had not gone off yet was that he had locked down his orgasm.
He released the lock and almost immediately roared into an orgasm. He roared like a bull in rut as a joyful explosion occurred in his groin. He thrust his penis up Paul's anus as far as it could go and embedded it up to the hilt. Paul's tight arsehole was like a tight wide band around the base of his penis. Scott's semen erupted in great quantities into the depths of Paul's bowels right up at the very top of his abdomen right next to his hammering heart.
Sensing Scott's orgasmic raptures and Scott's semen gushing into the very depths of his bowels was enough to drive Paul into another thundering orgasmic climax.
Their orgasms combined together and rose up in a towering firestorm of passion. Their minds ran together like two rivers of white-hot molten metal.
Conjoined together, they were like two prize stud bulls whose frames were packed with solid meaty muscle as they slaked their lust and love in one another.
They were lost together in their intermingled orgasms. They melted into one another like two rivers of molten lava flowing from their conjoint eruptions. Their minds filled with exultation as they gave their joint orgasms to the universe and it responded with mountains of love. They linked up with the Lord God and revelled in His unconditional bountiful beautiful endless love.
Paul's snap-frozen semen bounced and scattered on the icefield in front of him. The strong freezing cold arctic wind picked up the pebbles of solid semen and blew them off into the distance. Paul truly felt that he was giving his orgasm to the universe and it was accepting it as it took his semen.
A long time passed. Their combined orgasms went on and on as Scott poured torrents of energy into Paul.
Strange tingling feelings and peculiar aches ran throughout Paul's body concentrating particularly in his muscles. He was too involved in his and Scott's orgasms to care. He was filled with joy and exultation from the glorious fuck and Scott was filling his bowels with magic semen. It was wonderful beyond compare.
He threw his head and screamed in the most rapturous jubilation.
More time passed. Their orgasms continued.
After what seemed to be an interminable period their combined intermingled orgasms wound down to a symphonic end.
They remained joined together with Scott's huge cock stiff up Paul's arse and his thick mighty arms wrapped around Paul who felt utterly comfortable, at peace and gloriously well fucked.
They opened their eyes and saw a splendid aurora all around them. The multi-coloured curtains of light were shifting and dancing all about them. It was beautiful. Both men were entranced.
Paul: << I wonder what's happening. >>
He felt Scott put out a telepathic query. Replies came back.
Scott transmitted: << The angels are dancing and the sun burped. Both explanations are true. >>
Paul: <+ Feelings of wonder at the glorious phenomenon being displayed to them +>
Scott: << A real show is being put on for us. You and I stirred up some real energy when we had our fuck. There's the result. >>
They remained joined together, the man and the superman. Full of wonder, they watched the colourful auroral display.
Scott came into his mind again. He was resting his chin on Paul's shoulder but he had to stand up straight to do so.
<< Mate, I think you've grown. You are taller. >>
Paul looked around and saw that he was eye-level with the top of Scott's head. Yes, he was taller.
Scott: << I reckon you've grown about another fifteen centimetres or six inches and by the feel of you, you've put on at least another forty or fifty kilos (88 - 110 lb.). You're one huge mass of solid hard muscle and massively powerful. >>
Paul: << Wow! Right on! >>
Scott: << Yeah! >>
Scott picked up Paul's hand and examined it and his arm with his cryptoscopic sense. He was trying to find out how Paul was able to smash Leroy's skull and Cal's jaw so comprehensively without suffering any broken bones himself. Leroy had a good hard skull but Paul was able to smash it easily with his fist like it was a sledgehammer.
Scott: << Billy described Leroy's head as looking like it had been hit by a Mack truck. That's a pretty fair description. His head was squashed flat. It looked like a smashed watermelon. You must have extraordinarily tough bones not to break the bones in your hand when you punched him out like that. That was one hell of a whack you gave him to shatter his skull like that. >>
Paul felt a twinge of guilt.
<< I'm glad you were able to fix him OK. >>
Scott was definite. << Don't feel guilty about it. No need to, mate. Those guys needed to learn the lesson and the angels did most of the work in rebuilding Leroy's head and brain and they did a fantastic job of it. In fact Leroy's brain is better now than it was before. His IQ has jumped up one hell a lot. I reckon he's got a really high intelligence now. In fact he could actually be a genius. Basically I was just there to help and I learnt a lot too.
The lesson you need to take away from all this, mate, is that you are so strong now that ordinary people squish very easily. That will certainly be even more true when you become a superman with superhuman strength. But I wonder how it is your bones are able to take it now without breaking. >>
Scott turned up the resolution of his cryptoscopic sense as he examined the bones of Paul's hand and arm.
He found it, the reason why Paul's bones were so tough. He saw that Paul's bones were full of a thick dense network of tiny but extremely strong tough protein fibres like structural spider webs that reinforced the bones. In fact Paul's bones were like steel-reinforced concrete but very much tougher.
Scott examined the rest of Paul's skeleton and found that all his bones were reinforced by the networks of protein fibres.
He was puzzled. He had never heard of such a thing before. He put the question out on the telepathic web that interlinked all the telepaths' minds. He received a flurry of answers.
Derek: << Scott, mate, it's your magic semen that's done that to Paul and given him bones tougher than reinforced concrete. >>
Pan: << I can confirm that. I've been consulting with the Lord God and that is one of the properties of the magic semen that He has bestowed upon you. You've also noticed the enormous increase in the size and strength of Paul's muscles. His bones have been strengthened with this reinforcing to cope with the massive increase in his muscular power. You have noticed too that he has grown in height quite significantly. Not only that but Paul's internal organs have been upgraded to take the big increase in the size of Paul's body. Your semen is powerful stuff! >>
The other answers were all in a similar vein.
Paul: << Wow! >>
Scott: << Well, Paul, I think you're a quasi-superman already, well, with your tremendous strength and your reinforced bones anyway. >>
Paul: << I reckon I do want to be a superman. I've already promised Jesus that I'll serve Him and His Father. I guess becoming a superman is part of the deal. >>
<< It certainly is, mate. >>
Paul made the decision there and then to go before the Lord God and pledge to serve Him forever. The decision was definite. Scott could detect no doubts in Paul's mind.
The two men removed their boots and socks, left them on the polar ice and Paul jumped onto Scott's back.
Scott took Paul up to Heaven and Paul pledged to serve God forever. He was unified with God and he received super powers from God.
God did reduce Paul's size. Just for fun He gave Paul the same size, weight and muscular build as Scott. When Scott stood next to Paul, the only differences were their heads, faces and hair. Paul's hair was short, blond and straight while Scott's hair was a thick mass of black curls. They both were 193 centimetres (6'4") tall and weighed 180 kilograms (397 lb.) Both had upper arms measuring 71 centimetres (28 inches) in circumference. They both had massively powerful builds with identical musculature. Paul even had the same spectacular ten- pack of abdominal muscles as Scott.
When they returned from Heaven, they went and had a glorious hot fuck in the thermonuclear core of the Sun just for fun and to celebrate Paul's new status of superman. It was like the time when Derek first became a superman and he and Hal had a celebratory fuck afterwards in the core of the Sun.
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