---------------------------------------------------------------------- The Old Valley Road Hotel.
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Chapter 7 - 'A Rainy Day' Part 12.
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Paul was aware that there was a real possibility that at some time in the future Scott may become Emperor of Earth and Her Dominions in Space if God selected Scott to be that person. He was also aware that Lovedeep saw Paul as the Hammer of something that Lovedeep was unable to decipher further. Scott had raised the possibility that Paul would be the Hammer of the Perfect Soldiers.
When Pan reappeared at the Valley Road community, Paul asked him how he saw Paul's future. Pan suggested that he ask God. He was not willing to say more and Paul was not able to penetrate the old god's mind.
Paul flew up to Heaven, went before God and asked him the question. God looked at him. Paul felt like a small boy asking the great and supremely powerful being an irrelevant question. He became totally aware of the magnificence of God's infinite majesty.
God fixed His gaze upon Paul. Paul quailed but held his ground. His courage stood the test.
God's voice came from all around.
God said, "I HAVE NOT DECIDED WHAT YOUR ROLE WILL BE IN THE DISTANT FUTURE. UNTIL THEN, PAUL, YOU SHALL WAIT PATIENTLY FOR MY DECISION. YOU KNOW WHAT TASKS YOU ARE TO PERFORM. GO BACK AND DO THOSE TASKS. I SHALL SET YOU OTHER TASKS AS THE NEED ARISES."
God's gaze softened. He smiled as He continued. "HOWEVER, PAUL, BEAR IN MIND THAT I HAVE DIRECTED THE EVOLUTION OF THE HUMAN RACE TOWARDS BECOMING A QUESTING RACE SEEKING CHALLENGES TO OVERCOME, TO STRIVE FOR AND ACHIEVE THE IMPOSSIBLE, TO TRANSCEND THE BOUNDARIES AND LIMITS, TO DARE AND TO WIN. THAT IS GOOD, VERY GOOD. IT IS GOOD THAT YOU HUMANS ASK THE QUESTIONS. IT IS EVEN BETTER IF YOU ANSWER THE QUESTIONS YOURSELVES.
THE HUMAN RACE IS VERY INVENTIVE. YOUR RACE HAS MADE LEAPS AND BOUNDS OVER THE MILLENIA, FAR FASTER THAN ANY OTHER RACE THAT I HAVE BROUGHT INTO BEING. IT WILL BE EXCELLENT WHEN THE HUMAN RACE PUT THEIR INVENTIVENESS AND INITIATIVE TO THE GREATER GOOD OF THE UNIVERSE. IN THE PROCESS OF EVOLVING, HUMANS HAVE DEVELOPED SOULS, THEY HAVE LEARNED TO KNOW ME AND LOVE ME. I AM GREATLY PLEASED THAT YOU SUPERHUMANS HAVE LEARNED TO SERVE ME WILLINGLY AND WITH LOVE.
I EXPECT, PAUL, THAT THE DAY SHALL COME AT SOME STAGE IN THE FUTURE WHEN YOU WILL BECOME THE RULER OF A GALAXY. BY THEN YOU WILL HAVE BECOME A GREAT AND GLORIOUS BEING RANKING ABOVE AN ARCHANGEL AND WHOSE WISDOM AND KNOWLEDGE IS SO GREAT THAT PEOPLE OF THE OTHER INTELLIGENT RACES IN THAT GALAXY WILL COME TO YOU SEEKING YOUR INESTIMABLE ADVICE ON RESOLVING THE DIFFICULT PROBLEMS THAT TROUBLE THEM. YOUR WORDS WILL BE CARVED IN STONE, SO GREAT IS THE WISDOM THEY CONTAIN. YOU WILL BE AS A GOD. IN FACT, PAUL, YOU WILL BE A GOD, A GOD IN MY SERVICE, MY CHIEF EXECUTIVE OFFICER, MY VICEROY IN THAT GALAXY.
NO DOUBT YOU WILL BE ASKED QUESTIONS THAT YOU REGARD AS TRIVIAL AND I HAVE NO DOUBT YOU SHALL SUGGEST TO THE QUESTIONERS THAT THEY DO THEIR BEST TO EMPLOY THEIR INTELLIGENCE TO ANSWER THOSE QUESTIONS THEMSELVES.
I EXPECT, PAUL, THAT YOU WILL BE A LITTLE LIKE YOUR NAMESAKE IN THE ACTS OF THE APOSTLES AND THAT YOU WILL LEAD AND INSPIRE YOUR PEOPLE TO BUILD A GREAT, NOBLE, JUST AND GLORIOUS CIVILISATION IN THE GALAXY YOU RULE.
AT THE MOMENT, YOU HUMANS ARE STEWARDS OF PLANET EARTH. I EXPECT ALL HUMANS TO BE MY LORD HIGH STEWARDS. ALL YOU HUMANS ARE ACCOUNTABLE TO ME FOR THE WELFARE OF THIS PLANET EARTH AND I EXPECT YOU AND YOUR COLLEAGUES TO REPAIR THE DAMAGE DONE TO THE EARTH BY YOUR GENERATION AND YOUR ANCESTORS AS WELL. AND THEN I WILL CONSIDER YOU TO BE FIT TO BE MY LORD HIGH STEWARDS, MY VICEROYS OF OTHER PLANETS, PARTICULARLY THOSE INHABITED BY INTELLIGENT LIFE FORMS. I KNOW THAT YOU HUMANS ARE CAPABLE OF MEETING THE GOALS I SET YOU FOR I HAVE DESIGNED YOU ALL TO BE SO AND YOU HAVE EVOLVED TO THAT END.
UNTIL THEN, I WILL PRESERVE THE HUMAN RACE BECAUSE YOU HUMANS ARE PRECIOUS TO ME. I WILL NOT ALLOW THE HUMAN RACE TO EXTINGUISH ITSELF AND NEITHER WILL I ALLOW ANY RACE TO EXTERMINATE YOU BECAUSE YOU HUMANS HAVE A GREAT DESTINY IN FRONT OF YOU.
REMEMBER THIS. ALL THE PEOPLE OF THE HUMAN RACE ARE MY CHOSEN PEOPLE. YOU HUMANS ARE NOT SHEEP CONTRARY WHAT IS TAUGHT IN MANY CHURCHES. I CALL ALL HUMANS TO BE MY SERVANTS, MY AGENTS, MY OFFICERS AND REPRESENTATIVES TO ALL THE OTHER PEOPLES OF THE UNIVERSE. YOU WILL TAKE MY LIGHT AND LOVE TO THE FURTHEST REACHES OF THIS UNIVERSE AND SHOW ALL THE PEOPLES THEREIN MY GLORY AS YOU UPLIFT ALL THE OTHER RACES WHO ARE FIT TO GODHOOD AND TO SERVE ME AND BUILD A GREAT AND GLORIOUS UNIVERAL CIVILISATION. I EMPHASIS THAT YOU HUMANS ARE NOT SHEEP. YOU ARE DESTINED TO BECOME GODS YOURSELVES IN MY SERVICE."
Impulsively, Paul hugged Him. God lifted Paul up with His hands under Paul's shoulders and kissed him on the lips. Paul's head swam as he received God's kiss.
Humble yet uplifted and exalted, Paul returned to Earth. He knew the tasks God was referring included him helping to set up the new community on Valley Road. There was much for him to do to help the new arrivals settle in and prepare the old hotel for life as a community house.
The words 'England expects that every man will do his duty' surfaced in Paul's mind from a history lesson many years ago in primary school. They were the words of a signal by Admiral Lord Nelson sent to the British naval fleet just before the British won the Battle of Trafalgar against the combined naval might of France and Spain. Somehow those words seemed strangely appropriate to Paul's current situation. He translated the words to 'God expects that all humans will do their duty'.
Derek gave Paul detailed instructions on how and where to set up the vegetable garden according to the plan he had worked out with Pan. He asked Paul to organise the new arrivals to help lay out, seed and plant the garden. Nick set to and dug a capacious hole in the centre of the garden for the future pond. Then he waterproofed it with a thick layer of sticky clay. He was like a 'human' earthmover.
Scott was busy with Derek and Brenda organising all the administrative and financial details. Brenda helped Scott set up the proper office procedures to manage it all.
Scott asked Yang to watch over his parents' house, Saint Aidan's rectory and church while the buildings were empty. Yang agreed to do so. If anyone were to trespass on the land with nefarious intent, Yang would summon Scott or Paul who would come over with their friends. The intruder would find himself being confronted with a group of big muscular young men.
Richard Kelvin made his attraction to Scott very clear. It was not just Scott's magnificent muscular body and glorious looks that attracted him but also Scott's soaring mind and beautiful soul.
Their evenings were spent together having excellent sex in Scott's bedroom that Richard considered palatial.
Meanwhile Nick was hot for Paul. He loved having extremely rough sex with Paul every night. He loved pounding Paul's arsehole and fucking Paul into a stupor. After sex, Paul would lie on the bed thoroughly satisfied in a semi-conscious daze as he bled from his arsehole that gaped wide open. Paul loved the painfully rough sex and feeling that his insides were being pulped. The pain rocketed Paul to the high peaks of sexual ecstasy.
Nick delighted in organising frequent orgies where Paul would be fucked hard and roughly in every one of his body orifices and a few extra created for the occasion. Fuck holes would be cut into his torso and the amount of semen ejaculated into his torso was amazing. Paul felt like Saint Sebastian being impaled by many penises but the tremendous pain propelled him to staggering heights of ecstasy.
After a while though, Paul found himself longing for the comparatively sweet and gentle sex he used to enjoy one on one with Scott. He looked for an opportunity to grab Scott on his own.
One morning he went with Scott around to Scott's parents' house so Scott could check on the place and the chooks. It was a typical hot January day.
They left Khan behind because he was too busy with the other dogs chasing rats in the woodheap next to the chicken shed. Khan was having much too much fun and refused to come when called and he missed out on the pleasure of riding in the back of Scott's utility.
Already the dogs had dismantled most of the woodheap and the corpses of a number of dead rats lay nearby. Jasper the Newfoundland had been bitten on the muzzle by a desperate rat he had injured. He stood back warily barking at it until the rat was quickly dispatched by Hannibal with one chomp. The German Shepherd Dogs were efficient ratters despite their size. Cleo was deadly. She had killed about half the dead rats. Old Rex joined in the fun and managed to kill a few. Khan was very excited but he was still too young and inexperienced to be very effective. Cleo delighted in demonstrating to Khan how to kill a rat efficiently without getting bitten.
Scott drove Paul in his ute around to the Reeves house.
Paul: << Old Rex is amazing. He's nineteen years old, the same age as me, and he's still active. Just think of it, him killing rats at nineteen when most dogs are long dead. >>
Don: << Our dogs are a very long-lived line. They're descended from the Wray line which has had its DNA improved considerably by Hal so that they live very long and healthy lives. And they're very active as no doubt you've noticed. >>
There was a telepathic chorus of << We have noticed. >>
Scott and Paul arrived and stopped by the mailbox at the front gate. Paul got out and collected the single letter inside. He handed it to Scott who opened it. Scott snorted with disgust when he saw the contents and showed it to Paul who laughed. It was an announcement from the McDonalds chain announcing the opening of a new hamburger shop in Gundagai and the opening specials.
"As if," laughed Paul.
"As bloody if," snorted Scott. "This bloody junk mail goes straight in the rubbish bin."
Paul: <+ (Amusement) Put the junk mail through the paper shredder up at the Valley Road Community. +>
Scott thought that was a good idea. He screwed up the letter and tossed it on the dashboard. Paul used his psychokinetic power to unfold and refold the screwed up paper so that the McDonalds logo was showing. Scott found that funny.
He put his utility in gear and it rumbled up the driveway. He parked it outside the multiple doors of the huge garage.
Scott grabbed the plastic bag full of kitchen scraps for the chooks from the space behind the seats. As they were getting out of the cab of the utility, they saw the rotund form of old Mr Flaherty, the Reeves' next door neighbour huffing and puffing as he made heavy weather of walking quickly up the slope of the driveway.
Scott sent to Paul: << I wonder what Old Farty wants. >>
Paul: << Something's bothering him. He's really hurrying up the driveway. >>
Scott: << He sure looks like he's got a bee in his bonnet about something. I wonder what it's about this time. >>
Scott looked into Mr Flaherty's mind but at that instant the old man caught sight of the decal on the back window of the utility. He allowed himself a certain amount of ironic amusement when he read the words 'AUSSIE BEEF - PURE MUSCLE' and saw the massively built bodies of the two huge young musclemen standing by the doors of the utility. He recognised them both. The thought went through his mind. By the Holy Virgin, Scott was one hell of a lot bigger and more muscular than he was the last time he saw him. The other young man he recognised as Paul Hamilton-Forbes, the younger son of the Anglican priest. Neither of them was wearing any sort of shirt or top. Paul was as massively muscular as Scott. They were both naked from the waist up and rippling with huge chiselled muscles. They were both just wearing brief work shorts and work boots with thick hiking socks.
Scott addressed the old man with, "G'day Mr Flaherty. How'ya goin'? You know my mate Paul Hamilton-Forbes, don't you?"
"Yeah, hello. Look, Scottie, that Cave Bear fellow has been hanging around the front of your place for quite a few days now. You haven't been around here much since before Christmas and he's been hanging around since about then. I've hardly seen you and I had to tell that Cave Bear to go away this morning and stop hanging around because he was frightening my two granddaughters who are staying with me for their Christmas holidays."
"How on earth could he frighten your granddaughters?" asked Scott. "I can't see that happening, well not deliberately. He's such a peaceable soul. I know him well enough to know that he wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone your granddaughters."
Scott knew the granddaughters well. They were eleven-year-old identical twin girls who were both very flighty, so much so that they irritated Scott's youngest sister Suzie who was twelve years old. She did not like playing with the twins anymore when they came to stay with their grandfather next door during their school holidays.
"Well, Scottie, anyhow he did frighten my girls." Mr Flaherty was in full flight. "Look, Scottie, he's huge, 'bout seven feet tall and he's retarded, quite retarded. You've no idea what's going on in that retarded little brain of his. After all, if he, er, submits to having bestial anal intercourse with a jack donkey, that shows you just how perverted he is. There's no telling what evil and sexual things he's capable of getting up to."
Paul snickered at the turn the conversation took. Mr Flaherty ignored him.
"You know," replied Scott. "I honestly don't think it's occurred to him that he can have sex with girls. Do you know that Cave Bear was put into state care when he was three years old when his mother died? He was badly treated there in the institutions where he..."
Mr Flaherty interrupted him with, "Look, Scottie, I don't want to hear the sob story. You've no idea what that fellow is capable of. You've been brought up in a good and thoroughly decent family. Your parents are both fine upstanding and thoroughly respectable people and I am absolutely sure that no perversion of any sort gets even talked about in your family. These mentally deficient retards like Cave Bear can do all sorts of absolutely vile things. Scottie, I simply cannot afford to take the risk of anything awful happening to my two granddaughters, 'specially something sexual. They're both far too young. I've got to make sure they're completely safe. Look, Scottie, the next time I see that fellow hanging around here, I'm calling the police and I don't care if they have to come all the way from Gundagai and they put him in jail and I've told him that."
"I guess, Mr Flaherty," put in Paul, "you've got to protect your granddaughters' virginity regardless of the cost, especially to poor innocents like Cave Bear."
Mr Flaherty's eyes narrowed as he glared at Paul.
"That's just the sort of flippant remark one would expect from the bastard son of a heretic priest," he said angrily.
Scott felt the anger rising in Paul at the double insult as Paul glared at the old man and his muscles tensed. Scott put his arm around Paul's shoulders and held him. He wanted to forestall any hasty actions or words that would only inflame the situation.
Scott: << Cool it, mate. I'll handle this. >>
Scott looked at Mr Flaherty coldly.
Mr Flaherty looked worriedly at Scott's cold hard stare. Scott's bright blue eyes seemed to bore into him from under his thick black curly hair.
"Mr Flaherty, that was a stupid thing to say." Scott's voice took on a sharp, cutting tone. "A really stupid thing. In fact that's just the sort of remark that is likely to make people think that you're a nasty old Roman Catholic bigot."
With that, Scott turned on his heel taking Paul with him.
"Thanks for telling me about Cave Bear," he tossed casually over his shoulder.
Gerald Flaherty stared open-mouthed at the rippling muscles on the bare backs of the two huge men with their thick muscular arms around each other's shoulders as they walked back up the driveway towards the back of the Reeves' house. Thoughts raced through his mind.
Scott has changed. He had changed so much. He was definitely no longer a boy. How old was he? Only seventeen, if he remembered rightly. He was huge with enormous muscles. Gerald Flaherty wondered how Scott managed to grow such massive muscles and it all seemed to happen so quickly. Anyone would think he was a grown man a lot older. He seemed to handle himself with maturity. But there was a sharp edge to him that one just did not see in his parents. Mr Flaherty went through Scott's relatives in his mind. Not Matt Reeves, Max's late brother. That man was a young thug even though he did die a hero's death in Vietnam. He just did not seem smart enough to come up with a remark like Scott did. Robbie Reeves Senior? He had been an angry man prone to getting to fights but he never could have come back with a remark like that. Old Robbie just hit people and made a mess of them with his fists.
Gerald felt cut to the quick. Scott's remark hurt. Did Scott really think he was a nasty old Catholic bigot? Then he thought of Scott's grandmother, old Mrs Reeves. Now she was a fierce old dragon with a vicious sharp tongue. Gerald had been on the receiving end of that tongue more than once. He wondered if Scott had been taking lessons from her. At least Scott would have observed her in action and learnt from her. Gerald had heard that the old lady had made grown men cry.
He turned and walked slowly back down the driveway with his hands pushed deep into his pockets. He remembered seeing Paul's face twist into a snarl, his huge hard veiny muscles tense and his hands ball up into fists. Then Scott put his arm around Paul's shoulders and somehow seemed to short-circuit the anger. And then Scott made that really cutting remark worthy of Scott's grandmother.
Gerald wished that Paul had punched him out rather than have Scott say that to him. Paul looked like he was going to punch him out. He had so much muscle on him, he was as big as Scott and he would be so strong that one punch from him probably would have killed Gerald stone dead. So what! If he were dead then he wouldn't have to put up with young Scott thinking that he, Gerald, was a foolish old bigot. He would die with his dignity and honour intact. And he wouldn't have to drag his heavy fat old body around and put up with the wife always nagging him to do things around the house and in the garden and get some exercise and not sit there like a blob in front of the television set and not to be such an old grump and to be nice to his twin granddaughters who were so damnably fickle and hard to please, as much as he loved them. Yes, Paul would probably go to jail for at least twenty years for old Gerald's murder, but so what. Gerald did not know what to do with himself and fill his days. He felt that he had reached the end of his useful life and he wished his end would come soon. He knew that the Catholic Church regarded suicide as a grave mortal sin, at least that was what Father Egan said at church, so suicide was completely out of the question.
He had no doubt that the Anglican priest would find out about the remark he made. And Scott's grandmother. He would look even more of a fool. He felt he should make his confession to Father Egan but he had no doubt that the priest would impose the penance of apologising to both Mr Hamilton-Forbes the Anglican priest and his son Paul. That would be harsh.
Yes, his life was shit.
Scott: << The old man is really depressed. Fancy wishing that you had killed him! >>
Paul grimaced. He perceived Scott's amused thought of old Flaherty's head exploding in a shower of blood and brains all over the driveway just as in New York, Leroy's head had exploded when Paul had punched him.
Scott: << Yeah, it is just as well you didn't hit him. And it is just as well that you didn't say those things to him. That would have only inflamed the situation. Just imagine it, you two exchanging insults like a pair of school kids. It just would have been so stupid. >>
The thoughts came tumbling from Scott's mind at a rapid rate. It was a real stream of consciousness. Telepathy was so much faster than speech.
They both sensed that Mr Flaherty had gone back inside his house next door. They were now round at the back of the Reeves house out of sight of the road.
Scott pulled Paul into a fierce kiss. Their lips squeezed together and their teeth clacked together with the force of their enthusiasm. Scott held Paul by the back of his head and neck while Paul slipped his arms under Scott's arms and held Scott's back tightly.
They walked arm in arm up to the fowl house.
Paul's mood had improved after being washed in Scott's love.
Paul: << The chooks look good. >>
The hens clustered expectantly near the chicken wire of the fowl house.
"Happy days, girls and boy, I've got stuff for you today," said Scott as he made his way to the door of the chook-house.
The hens followed him along the chicken wire clucking loudly. The young rooster was pushed to the back of the group by the scrum of hens.
Once inside the chook-house, Scott upended the bag and scattered all the bits of cooked meat, vegetable and pastry on the ground. The hens went for the food scraps clucking excitedly. The food scraps quickly disappeared down the gullets of the birds. The rooster eventually managed to muscle in and grab some of the booty.
From outside Paul topped up the feeder with chicken feed.
The water trough had plenty of water in it and it was still clean. Scott used his super powers to prevent any algae growing in it.
Paul checked the nesting boxes and found thirteen eggs. He put them in an old basket he found in the feed shed next to the fowl house.
Paul: << Look, mate, a baker's dozen. >>
"Great," said Scott. "That'll keep a few people happy."
They both knew that Vera loved her boiled eggs fresh from the hens for her breakfast. She preferred the eggs that Scott brought to the shop- bought eggs.
They walked back to the house to wash the shit and feathers off the eggs.
Paul: << What are you going to do about Cave Bear? I reckon he wants another fuck. And he loves you too, mate. >>
Scott: <+ Doubt, uncertainty about how I am going to manage the situation. +>
Both men became aware of Derek and Hal's minds.
Derek: << Scott, it might be interesting if you fucked him again now that you're a superman. You may be able to help him develop more abilities. >>
Hal: << Yes, Scott, you could train him up to be a superman. >>
Scott: << Is Cave Bear capable of being trained up? >>
Hal: << Why don't we wait and see and assess the situation? You never know what may be possible. >>
Derek: << Why don't you send him up here to Valley Road? That would be much better than having him hanging around your parents' place now that your next-door neighbour Mr Flaherty is on the warpath. >>
Paul: << Yeah, he's desperate to protect the virginity of his granddaughters like a good Catholic should. >>
Hal: << Well, what he thinks a good Catholic should. Really, so many Catholics fall into the trap of obsessing about sex. And it's not just Catholics but so many other Christians fall into that trap. >>
Scott: << Especially the pseudo-Christians. It goes completely against the grain of what Christ taught us. >>
He snorted with disgust.
Derek: << Right on! >>
Scott: << How would I send Cave Bear up to Valley Road? >>
Derek was amused. << Surely, Scott, you can work that one out. >>
Scott realised what he had to do. He would go back in time and acquire a mind tag on Cave Bear. Then he would implant a false memory in Cave Bear's mind that he had heard that Scott had moved up to the old Valley Road hotel.
Derek: << Yes, you do that. >>
Scott and Paul travelled back in time to when Scott fucked Cave Bear. They stayed out of the timeline. They were just looking. They were able to use their telepathic sense to read the minds of the people in front of them.
Paul: << Scott, you were truly massive back then. You were bloody huge! Was it the exercise bike Alfred that did that to you? >>
Scott: <+ Yes. +>
<< Goodness me, you were bloody enormous! You were heaps bigger then than you are now. And God knows, mate, you're one bloody huge guy now. >>
<< Yeah, same size as you. >>
<< And Cave Bear's fallen in love with you. He's absolutely crazy about you. >>
Both Scott and Paul got Cave Bear's mind tag but Paul wanted to see the sex between Scott and Cave Bear. Paul watched in fascination Scott's massively enormous body sticking his gigantic cock up Cave Bear's arsehole. He understood that Cave Bear was the only human being around capable of taking Scott's gigantic cock up his arse.
They fast-forwarded through the bits where Scott and Cave Bear lay on the bed in the caravan quietly asleep through to the following morning. They watched the heart-wrenching farewell between Scott and Cave Bear.
Cave Bear looked so sad and forlorn as Scott extricated himself as fast as possible and quickly drove off through the caravan park in Derek's Pajero, almost knocking over that little girl standing in the middle of the roadway sucking her thumb.
Scott: << I felt such a brute leaving him like that but I felt I had no other choice. Can you imagine what would have happened if it got out I was fucking Cave Bear? It's probably illegal. >>
Paul laughed. << Yeah, the gossips would have had a field day. It would have been a nice juicy scandal to keep their tiny bored little minds occupied for months! And you might have gone to gaol. >>
<< I guess you're right. He's still in love with me if he's been hanging around here. The poor bastard is probably feeling totally bewildered now that silly old bugger Flaherty has buzzed him off and threatened to call the police. >>
<< Let's find out. >>
Both the men reached out with their telepathic sense for Cave Bear and found him blundering through the thick undergrowth growing along the banks of the river. Somehow Cave Bear had managed to get himself comprehensively lost. He had no idea where he was. He was feeling panicky. His dysfunctional brain was unable to come up with any ideas on what to do next.
Paul: << I guess Old Farty told him to get lost and poor old Cave Bear has gone and obeyed him. Poor dumb bastard! >>
Scott was angry with Mr Flaherty for being such an insensitive old bigot but he knew that it would take many months of hard work to change him. It probably would take him longer with Mr Flaherty than it took Peter Kursky to train up the alien gold to become Nick the superman. Old Mr Flaherty was in his seventies and his personality had set in concrete many years ago.
Scott inserted a false memory into Cave Bear's mind that he had heard that Scott had moved out of home into the old Valley Road Hotel with Derek and his mates. Mentally Cave Bear kicked himself for forgetting that important piece of information. But then he was dumb, nothing but a big dumb retard.
Paul: << You've got your work cut out cutting through all that terrible self-image. How much do you think his brain would be able to take? >>
Scott shrugged. << Tell me about it! >>
They asked the question of Hal who replied that they should wait and see and assess the situation. Scott was going to have to fly very much by the seat of his pants with Cave Bear. Hal wanted to see what happened when Scott started fucking Cave Bear and opening out his mind.
Cave Bear was still lost. Scott and Paul were able to fix his position using their telepathic sense. Scott planted in Cave Bear's mind the thought that he should follow the river upstream until he came to the footbridge. That led across the river to the track that passed the old Valley Road Hotel. There Cave Bear should find Scott.
Hope flared in Cave Bear's heart. It beat faster. He turned around and slowly made his way upstream through the thickets and undergrowth.
Paul: << That'll keep him busy for a few hours. He's got quite a hike ahead of him. We've got a bit of time. Feel like a fuck? >>
Paul wanted one very much. He wanted Scott up his arse badly. He wanted to be fucked beautifully the way Scott does it. And he knew that he had only a few hours left before Scott was busy with Cave Bear. The time had come for Scott to move on from Paul who had no choice but to accept it. It was God's Will.
Scott grinned. << Yeah, alright, mate. >>
The two supermen altered the vibrational state of the molecules of their bodies and like ghosts passed through the glass floor-to-ceiling windows and the drawn curtains behind them into the kitchen.
The room was a real farmhouse kitchen very like the enormous kitchen of St Aidan's rectory where Veronica Reeves grew up before she and Max married. Like the other living rooms in the house, the kitchen had a high four metre (13 foot) ceiling. When Max designed the house, Veronica had much input.
Once inside they made their shorts vanish but kept their boots and socks on. Almost naked Scott washed the eggs in the kitchen sink and left them to dry in the dish drainer while Paul draped his arm over Scott's shoulders. Paul's cock became as stiff as a ramrod. Scott caught his lust and his cock stiffened too in sympathy.
Paul cast his eyes over the shiny black granite slabs that made up the kitchen bench tops. At five centimetres (2 inches) thick atop the stout wooden structure of the kitchen cupboards they looked sturdy enough to support the combined weight of the two huge musclemen at nearly three-eighths of a tonne (ton).
Scott caught Paul's thoughts.
He grinned. << Yeah, why not do it in the kitchen on the bench? Not the most comfortable place but it's different. >>
Paul: << I wonder what your mother would think. >>
<< Who's going to tell her? >>
Scott created a checkpoint in the kitchen to restore it to its former state after they had finished. He then switched on the kitchen lights with his telekinetic ability.
"Look, Ma, no hands," laughed Paul as the lights came on.
"No motion sensors in this house," replied Scott. "Dad thinks they're an expensive waste of money."
The long expanse of kitchen bench was very clean and cleared of its usual clutter. Scott's grandmother was very efficient.
Paul looked at the long wide breakfast bar jutting out into the room with ten comfortable padded bar-stools, five arrayed along each side. The breakfast bar too was topped with a shiny thick black granite slab supported by stout kitchen cupboards. At the wall end stood an electric jug, a coffee maker and a four-slot toaster, all in matching stainless steel.
Paul levitated himself up into the air and flew over to the breakfast bar. He did a belly landing on the bar and sprawled lubriciously along its length. He lay on his belly with his head resting on one thick muscular arm and his arse raised up.
He turned on a small repulsive force field that made his skin appear all slick and shiny like it was all covered in oil. He switched off his invulnerability all together.
Scott did the same. He stood there on the kitchen floor, a glistening, slick shiny rock mountain of chiselled, hard naked muscle. His superman-sized cock stood out proud and erect in front of him. It too appeared slick and well-oiled.
He flew over to Paul and landed on top of him. He positioned his rock-hard cock on Paul's arsehole and pushed. Paul's anus opened to admit the thick cockhead of Scott's penis.
With several easy thrusts, Scott had his cock far enough up Paul's deliciously tight arse to tease his prostate. He bumped his cockhead against the gland several time.
"Yes, yes, ye...es!" cried Paul. "Yes! Fuck me, please! Fuck me hard. Ple...ease!"
Scott obliged. With short vigorous thrusts he pushed his penis deeper up Paul's arse. He kept on thrusting until his magnificent superman cock was all the way up deep inside Paul's torso. He could feel Paul's heart pounding with excitement through the diaphragm and bowel wall against his cockhead.
He put his arms around Paul's torso and grabbed hold of the thick mounds of Paul's powerfully muscled abdomen. While he continued fucking Paul, he dug his fingers into Paul's stupendous ten-pack and massaged vigorously Paul's abdominal muscles while he rubbed against Paul's penis with the backs of his hands.
Paul groaned in absolute bliss. He felt as though he was in Heaven being fucked by the man he loved.
Scott withdrew most of his cock until just the cockhead was held by Paul's anal sphincters. Then he thrust his cock right up Paul's tight arse until it was embedded again deep inside Paul's torso. He continued on with his long deep thrusts while Paul groaned in pure pleasure.
Scott picked up speed pistoning his steely hard rod into Paul's anus with long deep strokes. He enjoyed Paul's tight arsehole gripping on the shaft of his rod. Paul's anus moved in and out several centimetres (an inch or so) with each thrust. Paul had set that up deliberately because he loved the feeling of his arsehole being shoved in and out of his arse with each thrust of the man fucking him. Nick had taught him that trick.
Scott delighted in the tight grip of the muscles in Paul's pelvis on his penis and the soft velvety but firm pleasures like a masturbation appliance made of melting chocolate of the upper interior of Paul's slim abdomen and capacious deep chest.
Paul shuddered and groaned. He screamed as his body stiffened and jerked as he was seized by the start of an almighty great orgasm. His semen leaked out from underneath him and dripped off the overhang of the granite slab onto the kitchen floor. His orgasm continued on and on.
Scott felt the contractions of Paul's body around his rapidly thrusting cock. Paul's anal sphincters tightened even further on Scott's penis, while Scott kept on fucking Paul with great enthusiasm pistoning his cock in and out of Paul's arse. This rocketed Paul into the high peaks of orgasmic ecstasy.
Scott kept on fucking Paul with great zest whose orgasm had reached such intensity that Paul's consciousness blurred. His semen dripped steadily onto the kitchen floor. Paul's front had become even slicker, lubricated as it was by the semen gushing from his cock in great quantities. Scott revelled in the semen spurting from Paul's cock rubbing it into the skin of Paul's magnificent ten-pack of abdominal muscles.
Scott continued fucking Paul who was in a deliriously orgasmic state and conscious only of the violent climactic storm shaking his whole muscular frame. He locked down his own approaching orgasm while he continued fucking Paul into yet higher states of delirious ecstasy.
For about a quarter of an hour Scott kept on fucking Paul with great ardour while Paul was semi-conscious staying in the grip of an incredible orgasm.
Finally Scott let go of the lock on his own orgasm. He roared like a bull in rut as he thrust his penis hard up Paul's arse and right up into Paul's torso. His semen squirted in a torrent into the depths of Paul's colon.
They remained locked together in a state of orgiastic bliss for some time. Paul's semen dripped steadily onto the kitchen floor. His bowels became so full of Scott's spunk gushing into his colon that the spunk leaked out around the tight seal of Paul's anal sphincters around Scott's penis and joined the puddle of semen dripping onto the kitchen floor. There was by now enough of the two men's semen pooling on the floor to present a slipping hazard to any normal person were he or she to come in and inspect closely the two huge musclemen fucking.
Their minds linked by their telepathic senses ran together like two rivers of molten metal from nuclear reactors melting down together and running into one another. Their orgasms combined into a towering firestorm of passion.
As they were coming down off their orgasmic heights, the two telepathic supermen became aware of another presence in the kitchen with them. It was not human. It was watching them and it took pleasure in soaking up their orgasmic joy.
The men's two eyes flicked open. They beheld the deva Yang whom Scott had appointed to look after his parents' house and Saint Aidan's church and rectory.
Paul: << Oh, it's you, Yang. >>
Yang: << Yes, Lord Paul, it is I. Greetings be to you both, Lord Scott and Lord Paul. I take much pleasure in your pleasure and your pleasure is my pleasure. Would you men like me to enhance your continued pleasure? >>
Scott: << Sounds good. Yes please. >>
Huge great wings flaming with a brilliant light sprouted from Yang. They glowed red, gold, blue and purple, fanned out wide and reached up to the kitchen ceiling which somehow appeared to be raised even higher to accommodate those mighty wings. Yang gathered vast amounts of energy from the Universe and directed great shafts of energy to the two supermen.
The two men were seized in the grip of a mighty sexual passion that drove them both wild with lust. Scott drove his cock deep into Paul's arse right up into his chest. Paul gasped as he received Scott's cock ramming up deep inside his massively muscled torso. Scott settled into a series of rapid strong thrusts, each driving right up to the very top of Paul's colon up against his diaphragm. Paul groaned as he was being driven inexorably to an orgasmic explosion.
When the explosion into orgasm came, Paul screamed in utmost ecstasy. His consciousness blurred as it stretched out like a rubber band.
Scott soon followed. He roared like a bull into a most stupendous orgasmic eruption. Their minds ran together like two rivers of fire and melded with Yang who was an ancient spirit being. They became like three pillars of fire entwining around and intertwining with one another and then becoming one gigantic maelstrom of thermonuclear fire fuelled by the energy storm emanating from Yang.
Paul briefly wondered if he were going to blow a fuse but his consciousness blurred even further rendering any thoughts impossible.
When they started coming down from the peaks, Scott fucked Paul with great enthusiasm. That was enough to thrust them both into another series of towering orgasmic peaks of bliss.
More hours passed. Every now and then Scott would vigorously fuck Paul and trigger off another series of high orgasmic peaks for both of them.
The afternoon wore on. Eventually they both felt truly satisfied. They lay there still and quiet on the hard black granite slab of the breakfast bar. Scott lay on Paul with his penis still erect up Paul's arse. They both revelled in the golden post-coital glow of glorious sex. They were both blissed out. Not a thought troubled their minds.
They could hear the steady drip-drip of semen from the overhang of the granite slab onto the kitchen floor.
After a long while Paul started to feel a slight discomfort with the huge long stiff ramrod of Scott's cock rammed right up his arse through to the top of his belly up next to his beating heart. But Scott's great weight lay upon his back and Paul could not be bothered making the effort to shift him. He loved the feeling of Scott lying upon him with his cock thrust right up Paul's arse. Scott enjoyed feeling Paul's heart beating against his cock head and the internal organs and muscles of Paul's torso pulsating around the entire length of his erect cock. Paul felt so alive. Scott's cock remained rock hard.
Across Paul's mind a thought idly travelled about Cave Bear and how he was faring in his trek along the river.
Scott caught it. He raised his head.
<< Shit! I'd completely forgotten about him altogether. >>
He used the mind tag on Cave Bear to tune into Cave Bear's mind. He saw that Cave Bear was within sight of the footbridge.
Cave Bear remembered that he had to cross the footbridge to get to the old hotel on Valley Road. He looked forward to seeing Scott again and being fucked again by Scott. He hoped Scott would. He loved the last time when Scott fucked him before Christmas. Scott was heaps better than the jack donkey. In fact Scott had given him the best fuck he had ever had. Scott was even better than the man in the home for mental defectives who used to fuck him when he was a teenager, the man who got put in jail.
Scott: << Dammit! He's almost there. We'd better move it. >>
Paul contacted Derek telepathically. He desperately did not want Scott to pull his stiff cock out in a hurry.
Derek: << I'm glad you two fuckers are enjoying yourselves. Don't panic, Scott. Abdullah has organised a kick-around with a soccer ball... >>
Abdullah: << Derek, mate, this is actually a soccer game, well sort of. It's very informal. Don't worry, guys. We'll entertain Cave Bear when he arrives. Derek, your ball! >>
Abdullah kicked the soccer ball at Derek's head. Derek headed it to Rory who booted it at the goal made of a wall of old 44-gallon (200- litre, 50 US gallons) oil drums stacked on top of one another. Rory used such force that he demolished the goal. Oil drums clattered and flew in all directions.
They were playing in the open space between the old garage and the road. The goal demolished by Rory was at the forest end of the impromptu soccer pitch.
The men could not use their psychokinetic powers to reassemble the oil drums because a number of cars with normals in them were parked along the road nearby. The occupants were admiring the amazing muscular grace and agility of the shirtless and powerfully built men.
"Bloody hell, Rory," yelled Fox. "Can't you kick a goal without bloody demolishing it?"
"Nah," shouted Rory with a wide grin. "It's fun."
"Bastard!" yelled Fox.
Don raced off towards the forest at the edge of the car park to retrieve the ball. The dogs raced off with him.
Ajax returned about a minute or two later from the forest holding the ball by the laces with his teeth. He had been taught long ago that he must never puncture the ball. Khan was trying to grab the ball but kept getting shouldered out of the way by Hannibal. Jasper brought up the rear with his pink tongue lolling out and his long black hair flowing in the wind. Every now and then Cleo would hurry him up by nipping at his hindquarters.
Don sprinted after Ajax being careful not to use his super powers because of the normals watching. However Ajax evaded him and dropped the ball at Nick's feet. Nick lavished praise upon Ajax. Then he booted the ball towards Richard who caught it because the goal demolished by Rory had not yet been reconstructed.
The watchers in the cars were grinning.
Travis had the idea of building the goals with columns of oil drums stacked on one another with a wooden beam across the top. He, Red, Hung and Nick went and retrieved some long planks of wood from behind the garage while some of the others built the vertical goal supports from the oil drums stuck together. Abdullah suggested that anyone demolishing a goal deliberately or otherwise would have one goal deducted from his team's total. The others agreed except for Rory who protested that would take all the fun out of the game. The others overruled him.
The game restarted.
By this time Cave Bear had reached the footbridge and was with difficulty finding his way up the embankment through the thick growth of bushes and trees to the footpath.
Scott: << Well, Paul my love, the time has come. >>
Paul was disappointed to feel Scott's penis softening inside him. It had been so nice to feel that thick rock hard ramrod of a cock thrust up his arse and into the uppermost reaches of his abdomen.
Scott slowly withdrew his penis from Paul's torso.
Yang withdrew himself. However the men were still aware of his presence.
The men lay on the breakfast bar with Scott on top of Paul. They savoured each other's closeness. They kept telepathic tabs on Cave Bear.
Cave Bear finally made it through the bushes to the footpath. He walked with his shambling gait over the footbridge across the river and made his way along the track towards the old hotel.
Paul: << Yeah, the time has come. >>
He and Scott separated and slid off the bench. Scott returned the kitchen to its former state using the check point he had set earlier. The kitchen lights went out.
They retrieved their shorts from Somewhere Else and pulled them on over their naked groins. Both men smelled of semen.
They passed through the drawn curtains and the windows like ghosts. In Scott's ute they backed down the driveway and drove off towards the centre of town.
"Let's give this sound system of yours a work out," suggested Paul. "It looks bloody impressive."
"It is bloody impressive," replied Scott.
"Like seriously loud I hear. What ya got in the stacker? Where is it, by the way?"
"Under your seat. You're sitting on it. Dunno what's in it though. Fox and Chainsaw filled it."
<< You're a bloody big help, you are. >>
Scott looked for the stacker with his cryptoscopic sense but was distracted by the internal organs of Paul's groin. He could 'see' in detail Paul's penis and testicles, his rectum, anus and lower bowels.
Scott: << You've got a bum full of cum, you big sexy hunk. >>
Paul: << Yeah, your cum, mate, and it was fucking good fun you filling it, you fucking gorgeous great big fucker. It was fucking great. What a way to spend an afternoon! >>
He flung his arm around Scott's neck and planted a kiss on his cheek.
He used his cryptoscopic sense to examine the CD stacker directly underneath his seat. He was pleased to see that the top CD was the Men at Work album 'Business as Usual'.
<< How do you set this thing going? There're a hell of a lot of knobs and buttons to play with. >>
Scott pressed the play button. The CD clacked into place and immediately the cab of the ute was filled with sound. Paul used his psychokinetic ability to wind up the volume to seriously loud. It would have deafened a normal person.
<< Wow!! >> Paul was impressed.
Then he wanted the track 'Down Under'. With his psychokinetic ability he flicked the player forward.
When the song came on, he sang along with it. As loud as he sang, his voice was lost in the sound from the multiple speakers.
He belted out the verses.
"Buying bread from a man in Brussels He was six-foot-four and full of muscles I said, "Do you speak-a my language?" He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich And he said
I come from a land down under Where beer does flow and men chunder Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover Yeah"
Paul: << That's me and you, Scottie. We're both six foot four and full of muscles. >>
Scott grinned. << Yeah! >>
Paul put the track on repeat. He revelled in the music and sang loudly with it.
Scott: << You've got a bloody nice tenor there, mate. You can really sing. >>
Paul gave a lop-sided grin: << Thanks. Guess it's the years of practice in the church choir. >>
<< I remember you as a boy treble. Didn't see you in the choir when you hit your teens though. Guess your voice broke. >>
<< Yeah, it did. >>
<< I guess it's recovered now. It sounds bloody good now. You know, we could form a band. >>
<< You and me and who else? >>
<< Abdullah can play a guitar and Hung's got a drum kit. I've heard him practising. He sounds good. >>
Hung: << Thanks, Scott. If you're serious about a band, I'm in. >>
Scott: << Great. >>
Abdullah: << Me too. It sounds a great idea. What will you do, Scott? >>
Scott: << I could brush up on the piano. >>
Paul: << Your mother's bloody great Steinway grand piano would be a bit big to lug around. And obviously we can't use our psychokinetic power in public to move it around. >>
Abdullah: << There are such things as electric pianos, you know. They're a lot easier to cart around. >>
In High Street the two found themselves caught behind a black Kia Grand Carnival making its way slowly along the street. In the back of the people-mover was a group of children bouncing about and making a lot of noise.
The two telepaths in the ute sensed that the woman driving was having difficulty concentrating on finding a park. The children were impatient to get out. It seemed to take ages for the vehicles to progress to the town centre. Meanwhile a tail of traffic had built up behind them. Immediately behind the ute was Mr Bodleigh driving his Rolls-Royce. Scott and Paul sensed his impatience at being held up.
One boy in the vehicle gave an ear-splitting yell. "There's a park," he cried.
The space spotted was only just wide enough to fit the bulky people- mover. The woman driver was desperate enough to try and squeeze the vehicle into the space.
On her first attempt she swung a bit wide and threatened to clip the car in the next space. She backed off and tried again. The noise from the kids in the back increased in volume. It was driving her to distraction.
She failed in her next attempt.
Behind them came the loud overbearing upper-class bray of the Rolls- Royce car horn. Mr Bodleigh was seething with impatience.
He sounded the horn of his Rolls-Royce several times.
The woman attempting to park the Carnival was being driven to distraction by the escalating racket from the children in the back and the additional racket of the loud horn emanating from one of the cars stuck behind her. She was embarrassed and nervous. Her judgement went out the window. She tried to slot her vehicle into the space a couple more times but failed.
Charlie Watson was standing on the median strip and came over to the driver's side of the ute to talk to Scott and Paul. Scott paused the sound system. Charlie was Chrissie Watson's grandson. He was twenty- two years old and overweight. He already had a beer gut that protruded under the baggy khaki bib-and-brace overalls he was wearing. He was not wearing a shirt.
Mr Bodleigh in his Rolls-Royce was getting angry at the delay. He was irritated by that retarded Watson boy chatting to the two muscular young men in the tarted-up old orange Ford ute in front of him. He was particularly irritated by the decal on the rear window of the ute of the snorting long-horn bull. The words 'AUSSIE BEEF - PURE MUSCLE' he found most vexatious.
He sounded his horn again. Charlie did a little dance in which he jabbed both middle fingers at the old man and poked out his tongue at him.
Scott opened the ute door and got out.
"You ought to go on to 'Red Faces' on TV with that dance, mate," Scott said with a grin. "Your very own interpretation of that Maori Haka the New Zealand All Blacks (international rugby team) do at the start of every game. You might win a prize, you never know."
"For real?" Charlie's eyes lit up.
"Yeah."
Paul leant across the cab and yelled out through the open window, "He's having a lend of you, Charlie."
"Aw." Charlie sounded disappointed.
Scott put his arm around Charlie's shoulders.
"Yeah, well, just having a bit of fun," he said. "I love the way you do that dance for old Bodleigh's benefit."
Charlie grinned.
"Yeah," he said slowly.
He repeated the dance for Mr Bodleigh's benefit and was rewarded by a prolonged bray from the Rolls-Royce.
"Good one, Charlie," said Scott with a laugh and looked in Mr Bodleigh's direction.
Mr Bodleigh leant forward and rested his head on his hands on the steering wheel. He realised that the outrageously over-muscled Reeves boy was making fun of him and Charlie didn't know any better.
"Anyhow," said Scott to Charlie, "I'd better go and see if I can help that damsel in distress, the one who can't park the Carnival."
"That bloody Yank Tank?"
"Well, yeah, sort of. Korean Tank actually," replied Scott and walked off towards the Carnival.
"I love the muscles, Scottie. They're bloody huge. I wish I had muscles like you."
"Hey, Charlie," yelled Paul from the ute window. "Come round to my side. It's easier to talk to you that way."
Paul felt a soft spot for Charlie who had been in the same class as he was at Ringtail Springs High School although Charlie was three years older than most of his classmates. Paul looked after Charlie who was prone to being bullied by some of the other kids at school but Paul was respected by most kids and feared by some.
Charlie squeezed in between the ute and the Rolls-Royce and poked his tongue out at Mr Bodleigh who ignored him with stiff disdain. Charlie made his way to the passenger window of the ute where he was effusive in his admiration for Paul's muscles. He had a good feel of Paul's magnificent arm on the ute window sill.
Scott walked over the Carnival and greeted the woman. He did not know her. She must have been one of the fairly recent arrivals in the town unless she was there on holidays renting one of the houses.
Scott offered to guide her into the space but she refused him through gritted teeth. The noise from the kids got even louder.
Scott stuck his head in through the open window and addressed the children.
"Hey kids, you want to get out?"
"Yes!" The chorus was deafening.
"Well, if you keep really, really quiet, then this lady can concentrate on getting the car into the parking space and then you can all get out. OK?"
Scott reinforced his statement with telepathic mind glyphs.
"Yeth," said a gap-toothed little girl in reply.
Silence ensued in the back of the Carnival apart from a few muffled giggles and squeaks.
The woman looked at Scott in amazement.
"How do you do it?" she asked.
"I was a kid myself not all that long ago," he replied. "Good luck."
"Thank you. Thank you so much."
She backed up and tried to fit the vehicle in the slot. There was little leeway. She was not successful and backed up again. The children in the vehicle somehow managed to restrain themselves apart from muffled giggles and whispers.
Scott walked back and saw Charlie and Paul still engaged in conversation. He tuned in telepathically.
Charlie was so excited by feeling the muscles of Paul's arm that he was getting an erection.
"You know, Paul," he said confidentially, "I'd give my arse to have muscles like you. That's for real."
Scott: << Paul, take him. He's yours. Take him and train him up. >>
Paul: << But he's retarded. >>
<< He's nothing like as retarded as Cave Bear. He can't be all that dumb if he could make it all the way through school only repeating a few years. Take him, mate. He'll benefit hugely under your guidance. I reckon God's sent him to you. >>
God agreed.
<< PAUL, YOU HAVE TO START WITH SOMEONE AND CHARLIE WOULD BE IDEAL. HE WILL GROW ENORMOUSLY UNDER YOUR TUTELAGE. >>
Scott was accosted by Spider who told him that there was another parking space with a lot more room further up the street and in any case there was the supermarket car park which always had at least a few empty spaces. It was just not as convenient as the parks in High Street.
"Thanks mate," replied Scott. "I didn't remember the supermarket."
Spider was in absolute awe at Scott's stupendously muscular body. He was effusive in his admiration. He would love to gain the huge build like Scott.
They walked back to the Carnival and informed the woman driving it about the bigger parking space up the street and the supermarket car park. She decided that it would be safer to let the kids loose in the supermarket car park than in High Street. The kids were still being very quiet apart from muffled mirth and giggles. The woman thanked both the young men profusely and drove off.
Scott ran back to the ute as the Carnival drove off. He started off along High Street as the people-mover turned down a side street to the supermarket car park.
Scott unmuted the sound system. They had one more round of 'Down Under' and Scott switched off the track repeat. They listened to the rest of the Men at Work album.
The ute did not get far. The way was blocked by a large old Peugeot 505 station wagon backing out in front of them. Scott gave him a blast on the quintet of air horns. The station wagon stopped with a jerk. The driver got one hell of a fright.
Scott: << Bloody Mr Furze, doing differential equations in his head again! >>
Paul laughed out loud. Mr Furze was the mathematics teacher at the Ringtail Springs High School. He was famous for his absent- mindedness. Paul had been in his class.
Scott: << He should bloody concentrate on his driving. >>
Mr Furze looked up at his rear-view mirror expecting to see the front bumper of a bloody great big Kenworth truck inches from his rear window. He saw behind him instead the Ford Falcon ute with Scott and Paul both shirtless sitting in the cab. He heard the wall of rock music booming from the ute. Scott had a wry expression with one eyebrow lifted while Paul was laughing.
"Scott Reeves and Paul Hamilton-Forbes, what a pair of ratbags," he thought to himself as he drove back into the parking space.
Scott engaged first gear and revved his engine, making a thunderous roar. He launched the ute forward and rocketed away. He left Mr Bodleigh in his Rolls-Royce a long way behind.
After a sufficient distance they slowed down to a more sedate pace. Scott was aware of children playing in the wide median strip near the road.
Scott and Paul tuned into Cave Bear's mind.
Cave Bear had arrived at the old hotel on his mission to find Scott. He heard the men playing on the other side of the old hotel and went looking for Scott. He shambled onto the playing field. The dogs saw him walking strangely as he came onto the property. They raced up to him and barked fiercely. The pack of German Shepherd Dogs was particularly intimidating. Even Rex took part in defending the property.
Cave Bear was terrified. Derek, Nick, Richard, Don and his father Peter all rescued him and called off the dogs. Cleo was particularly obstinate so Richard picked her up bodily and carted her off. She licked his face.
Cave Bear recognised Derek who used to talk to him when Derek was staying at the caravan park two years ago.
"G'day, Cave Bear," Derek greeted him.
"Hey, you got muscles, real big muscles," said Cave Bear. "Where's Scottie?"
"Look, he's in town at the moment. He's on his way back but he's been held up. He shouldn't be long. And thanks for the compliment. Would you like to join us? We're playing soccer, well sort of."
Derek introduced Cave Bear to the other players. There was no way that Cave Bear could remember all their names.
However he had great fun kicking the ball when the other men kicked it to him. His kicks were wildly misdirected and the ball went in any random direction. The dogs had great fun retrieving the ball including from across the road. The watchers in the cars were highly amused.
Cave Bear was having so much fun, as much fun as he had ever had in his life.
While Scott was driving along, he morphed his penis to the same humungous size as it was after his last wildly successful muscle- building session with Alfred, the intelligent workout bike. When erect it would be 22 inches (55 cm.) long with a diameter of 4 inches (10 cm.). It would be plenty big enough to fit up Cave Bear's cavernous rectum and take Cave Bear to the absolute peaks of orgasmic ecstasy.
For something extra, Scott added ridges of solid tissue to the back half of his penis shaft. Those would give extra stimulation to Cave Bear's prostate.
Paul: << That cock of yours is way too big now even for me. But I love the speed bumps on your cock. >>
Scott: << You know you can rearrange your innards to take it all, no worries. Anyway this is going to take Cave Bear to the land of total bliss. Besides, mate, you've got all the others to jump into the sack with. Nick's really hot for you. >>
Paul: << I wish Nick would be gentler with me. I'm over the really rough fucks he gives me. >>
Nick: << OK, Paul. Point taken. But you love the really rough fucks I give you. I'll be gentle now with you like Scott. >>
Butch: << How 'bout me, Nick. I like rough fucks. I love the way you make Paul's arsehole bleed. >>
Razorback: << Me too! >>
Paul: << Nick, you're a popular guy. >>
Scott laughed.
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