Eleven-and-a-half: A Fantasy Of Great Length by Ray Wilder

Chapter 22: Flashback

This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events and locations
portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons,
events or locations is purely coincidental.

Copyright © 1996. All rights, implicit or implied, except for
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	After Arnold and Billy cleaned up the cum they had splattered all
over themselves and the gym they headed for the shower room. It was a large
tiled area with four shower heads separated from the sinks and the rest of
the room by a six inch concrete lip. Arnold went in while Billy was
returning the cleaning supplies to the back room. There were two sinks
along the far wall and a couple of toilet stalls around the corner. Arnold
headed for the john. He had to piss very badly.
	While he was in the stall he heard the bathroom door open and Billy
come in, humming to himself and beating the rhythm of the music on his
chest.
	"All shut down for the night. Hey. Where are you?"
	"I'm taking a leak in your frog pond back here."
	There was the sound of the other stall door opening and then
Billy's head popped up over the top of the divider. He looked down at
Arnold holding that giant cock in his hands and smiled.
	Arnold looked up and noticed the man's interest. "I guess my body
hasn't told my bladder it's okay to piss now. It usually takes a couple of
minutes when I've just cum a lot."
	"Don't mind if I watch, do you?"
	"Doesn't bother me. I just hope you're not in a big hurry."
	"Trust me, Arnie. I've got nothing better to do in the whole wide
world than look at that thing you got in your hands right now. What's it
feel like when you piss? Can you feel the piss shooting down the length of
it?"
	Arnold looked back down at his cock and contemplated it for a
moment before answering. "I held onto a firehose when I was a kid and the
men turned it on full blast. That was a little like this."
	Billy couldn't see Arnold's face, so he had no idea if the boy was
joking or not. The boy turned his face back up towards Billy with a look
that said "ask a stupid question..." Billy just hooted. This kid was
funny. Funny funny and funny strange.
	Arnold redirected his attention to his cock and a stream of piss
began to pour out of the end. He pretended to struggle to keep the end of
it under control, as though the force of his piss were wrenching it from
his grip.
	"Of course, if it gets too out of control I can just bend my knees
a bit..." He did and the end of his cock went down into the bowl. He let go
of it and it hung there, still pissing.
	Billy jumped down and ran around the divider just as the last
squirt shot from the end. He reached around Arnold's waist with both arms,
grabbed hold of the shaft and shook it for Arnold, enjoying the feeling of
the mass of flesh in his hands. His own cock was pressed up against the
crack of Arnold's ass. When he was finished he straightened up and brought
his hands up to cup the boy's pecs.
	Arnold flexed his chest for the man, knowing this was what he
wanted. He liked the feeling of the man's cock pressed against him. Arnold
thought for just a second and then decided: If there was ever going to be a
time for it, there seemed none better than now. He pressed his ass back
against the man's crotch and squeezed his cheeks together, clasping the
man's cock in his crack. Billy stopped all motion. He didn't want to move,
for fear that the boy might change his mind. He also knew if he were
correct, if the boy really did want him to ass fuck him, then Billy would
have to reciprocate. His dick started getting hard.
	"Billy?"
	"Yeah, stud?"
	"I think maybe you should show me how this is done, now."
	"What's that, Arnie?" He wanted nothing misunderstood. Everything
had to be clear so that this whole beautiful thing wouldn't get messed
up. "You gotta tell me what you mean, so I know for sure you really want
it."
	"I want your cock up my ass, Billy. I want you to fuck me with your
cock. Can you do that, Billy?"
	Billy squeezed the boy's pecs hard and ground his cock into the
crack of his ass. Harder and harder his dick became until it felt like it
would split along a seam. He turned the boy around and was glad to see he
was getting hard again, too. The huge cock wacked against his leg.
	Arnold reached down and held his cock up next to Billy's. He
wrapped his hands around both and pressed their lengths together. They both
swooned as the heat from the other's cock sent shots of energy through
their bodies. Arnold ran his hands up and down the two shafts and they both
turned a dark red as blood rushed in. Billy thought it odd that, although
he knew his own cock to be considerably smaller that Arnold's, when looking
at them like this, they didn't seem to be much different. Some of that, he
knew, was the boy's attitude. Arnold didn't act like a big dick either.
	Billy grabbed hold of Arnold's cock and led him out of the stall
and to the sinks. There was a full length mirror on the wall which
reflected their profiles. Billy opened a small medicine cabinet next to the
sink and took out some lubricant. He applied a generous amount to his shaft
as Arnold watched intently. When he got the idea of what Billy was doing he
pushed the man's hands away and began spreading the jelly up and down the
man's cock. Billy hummed and moaned.
	"The object of this is to cum inside the other guy's ass. You keep
that up and we'll be finished before we begin."
	He removed the boy's hand from his cock and finished applying the
stuff himself. Then he took another large gob of the stuff on his right
index finger. He almost asked Arnold, again, if this was what he wanted,
but was afraid the boy might change his mind. He locked eyes with the boy,
studying his determination. "Turn around and grab hold of the sink. You can
watch in the big mirror over there. Just don't get too out of control and
pull the damn sink off the wall, okay."
	Arnold didn't say anything. He just stared at Billy for a few
seconds, looking for something that would let him know everything was going
to be all right. Billy started to get a little anxious, thinking the boy
might change his mind. He smiled at him, thinking he would never do
anything to hurt him.
	Arnold saw it in his eyes. The caring, the lust, the love. He
turned to the sink, bent over and grabbed the sides of the basin. Billy
took the finger that had the extra amount of jelly on it and slowly rubbed
it around the boy's asshole. He began by just rubbing the rim of the muscle
but then started to insert the finger, taking some of the lubricant with
it. Arnold hummed as his ass began to squirm.
	"Aw. . . Aw. . . Man. Oh, Billy. Shit. That feels so good. Put your
finger in all the way. Go ahead, I want it hard and
fast. Awwwwwww. Yeah. Oh yeah. Slide it in and out. Hmmmmm. Ooooooo. That's
it. That's it. Ohhhhh, don't stop. Oh, don't stop. Give me another one,
Billy. Put another finger up my ass. Stretch my asshole tiiiiiieeeee oh
shit oh yeah. Oh, deeper, Billy. I want it deeper. Oh my asshole's getting
bigger, Billy. I can feel it getting bigger. Ohhhhh. Hmmmmmm. Gimme a third
finger there, Billy. Stretch me real big. I wanna be ready for your cock,
Billy. Oh, yeah. Oh. Oh. OH. My cock's getting real hard, Billy. Look in
the mirror at my cock. Oh, shit, it hurts so good, Billy. My cock hurts so
good. I want your cock now. I want you to fuck me with your cock,
Billy. Put that big cock of yours up my ass."
	Billy looked in the mirror. The sight that met his eyes was almost
enough to make him cum on the spot. His own cock was huge and dark,
hovering near Arnold's virgin asshole. The boy was bent over, holding on to
the sink, his huge arms bulging. His cock was up against his abdomen,
absolutely rigid, pointing straight towards the sink. Just before Billy
entered he reached between Arnold's legs and cupped the boy's huge balls in
his hand, squeezing very gently. He knew that with a hard-on like that his
balls would probably be very tender. He gave the length of the cock a
tender pat and then grabbed his own distended member and guided the head
towards its quivering target.
	Arnold's ass was squirming with anticipation. When he felt Billy's
cock approaching he spread his legs wider, bending his knees slightly while
watching in the mirror. He flexed his arms and the biceps popped into
relief. He flexed his cock and it bounced up and hit his stomach
muscles. He flexed his ass and Billy slapped across his left ass cheek. He
flexed again and Billy hauled off and gave him a good one.
	"Do that again, Billy. It feels good on my ass. Hit it hard and
make my cheeks sting, Billy. Unh. Again. Unh. Again,
Billy. Unh. Unh. Unh. Oh, fuck me,
Billy. Now. Hard. Fast. Noooooowwwwwwwwwwww, Shit!"
	Billy had rammed his cock into Arnold's waiting asshole, driving it
about halfway in. He knew this was wrong. He knew he should have been
gentle, but the sight of this beautiful ass glowing with the mark of his
hand, the hard cheeks flexing and vibrating, the huge back that lay
stretched out before him, the gigantic cock he could see in the mirror
jutting out from the boy's pelvis, all of this had driven him into a frenzy
like he had never experienced before. When the boy had told him to do it
hard, he had no control. No choice.
	It was tight. He knew it would be. It was smooth. He wanted it to
be. It began to squeeze and milk his cock as the boy drove himself back
onto the full length of Billy's aching organ. Billy had not expected that.
	"Oh. Oh. Awwwwww. Shit. Oh, Arnie. Oh, fuck. Whatchu doin' man?
Awwwww man. Oh. You're so tight. So tight, man. Aw, shit, Arnie. I'm
gettin' dizzy."
	"Don't forget to breath, dummy. That's why you passed out the last
time. Breath. Breeeeeeiiiiii. Aw do that again, Billy. Shove it in hard
again, Billy. Shove. Shove. Shuh. Shuh. Unh. Unh. Unh. Unh. Unh!"
	Billy began ramming his thickening cock into the boy's ass. The hot
piston pressed itself deep into Arnold and pulled out, dark and
inflamed. Arnold would tighten his ass cheeks each time, causing Billy to
scream in ecstasy. Their cries of pleasure echoed off the tiles of the
room, until they became a deafening roar. The sound drove them both on
until Billy could stand it no longer. He wanted to stay inside this ass
forever, its powerful muscles milking his cock, but he knew in just a few
more seconds he was going to cum for the third time in less than an
hour. He looked in the mirror and saw Arnold grabbing his own cock with one
hand, squeezing and pumping it. He thought about telling the boy to save
some for him, but, in light of how much he had cum already, the fear of him
running out seemed moot.
	"Oh, Arnie. Oh, fuck. Fuck. I'm. . . I'm. . . gonna ... " Billy
arched his back, grabbed both sides of Arnold's ass and rammed his cock in
one last time, burying it to the very hilt. He felt his balls swing forward
and slap against Arnold's. Arnold reached back through his legs and grabbed
both his own and Billy's nuts and began massaging them, sending Billy right
over the edge.
	"Aaaaaaaggghhhhh. Unh. Oh. Shit. Oh. God. Oh. Oh. Oh!" Billy's cum
shot up his shaft and poured out into Arnold's ass. He couldn't move, his
back arched, his eyes closed, his dick trapped in Arnold's clamping,
grasping hole.
	"Fuck me, Billy. Fuck me. Oh, yeah. Oh, your cock feels so
good. Fuck me. Oh. Oh. Oooooh. Shoot. Shoot. Cum,
Billy. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh. . . so. . . goooood. Oh, Yeaaaahhhhhhhh!"
	As Billy's ejaculations subsided he found himself unable to stand
upright. He leaned over Arnold's back and wrapped his arms around his
waist, trying not to fall over. His cock was still imbedded in the boy's
ass which continued to milk the slowly softening organ. Each time Arnold
flexed his rectal muscles Billy would give another grunt or moan. Finally
his cock slipped out from between the boy's ass cheeks and dangled back and
forth between his legs. He still hung onto the boy, not yet trusting his
own legs.
	Arnold was leaning on the sink, breathing hard. His own cock was
still rigid. At the last moment he had decided he didn't want to cum. Not
just yet, anyway. He had grabbed his own balls and squeezed them to
distract himself. At the same time he realized that he had Billy's in his
hand as well. Arnold guessed he had given Billy an orgasm more intense than
he usually experienced. This made him smile. He kept flexing his ass,
enjoying the way Billy's cock felt as it became flaccid and slid out from
inside him. When at last it fell free it swung back and then forward and
brushed the back of Arnold's balls. Arnold shuddered and a small volley of
cum spurted from his cock. He knew he was very close to cumming. He would
have to be careful.
	There was, of course, the possibility that Billy had not been able
to reconcile himself to the size of Arnold's cock. Arnold really wanted to
try his cock in Billy's ass, but if there was any possibility of hurting
him, then it would be out of the question.
	Actually, at that moment everything was out of the question. Billy
was out of the question. The man was still laying over Arnold's back,
humming and mewling. The experience had been a bit more that he was used
to. Arnold smiled. He looked over in the mirror and saw that Billy was
smiling, too. But not the same kind of smile. He wondered how long he was
going to have to hold Billy up.
	Billy, all of a sudden, couldn't remember what it was he couldn't
remember. There was a big, muscular back under him, his balls felt like
someone had just sucked them dry with an industrial vacuum cleaner, his
head was spinning, he knew his knees would not support his body if he tried
to stand up. He put his arms around the waist of the big, muscular back and
felt an enormous erection. Bingo. Arnold. The memory of what had just
happened came back to him so quickly he stood bolt upright. He backed away
from the boy and leaned against the opposite wall, slowly sinking down onto
his haunches.
	Arnold turned to look at Billy, his throbbing hard-on jutting out
in front of him. Billy whimpered. Arnold looked at his huge cock, looked at
Billy and thought he understood. There was no way Billy was going to be
able to accommodate his massive organ. Especially in the condition that
both Billy and the organ were in. Arnold laughed to himself. He thought he
could see a pattern emerging that, in the end, would follow him through the
rest of his very hung life. Twice, already, on this trip he had hooked up
with sex partners who had begged off from taking his huge cock inside of
them. Both were women and both had almost made up for it by giving him some
incredible blow-jobs. But the bottom line was that he hadn't actually
gotten laid in close to two weeks, since his adventure with Sam. He reached
down and petted his massive organ in consolation.
	Billy, on the other hand, was thinking completely different
thoughts. He, indeed, wanted that huge cock. His only misgiving was that,
if having this super-hung stud up his ass was going to be only half as
intense as the experience he had just enjoyed, he didn't know if he would
survive. Every time this kid got sexy, Billy would end up shooting off to
heights he never knew existed. And each time was exponentially higher and
more explosive. He was afraid he might not come back from this next
trip. He saw the look of resignation in the boy's face and immediately
guessed what he must be thinking. There was no way Billy was going to let
this boy down. He struggled to his feet.
	"You just stay right there, Stud. And if that beautiful cock of
yours gets the slightest bit smaller you'll have hell to pay."
	He quickly turned to one of the shower spigots and cranked on the
water. He needed to hose off his cock before getting involved with
Arnie. He also felt the need to shock his system back to reality. The best
way he knew was with a blast of cold water. After cleaning himself up he
turned off the water, staggered over to the jar of lubricant, scooped up a
huge handful of it, grabbed the boy's still aching, rigid organ and slapped
the stuff on the broad, throbbing shaft.
	Arnold looked at the man in disbelief. Could he have guessed so
wrong. He whooped with joy as Billy spread the slippery stuff along his
shaft, up and down, over and under, from the tip to the base. Billy then
picked up the jar and held it out to Arnold. The rest would be up to
him. Arnold took the jar, showing the deepest respect for Billy's
decision. He tried not to appear too eager as he dipped his fingers in and
removed about the same amount he remembered Billy taking for the same task.
	"I don't think I ever remember my cock aching so much as it does
right now, Billy. I think it must be just about the biggest it's ever
been."
	"Gee, Arnold. That's great fucking news. You know what I mean?"
	"I just wanted to let you know that once it's in there, I don't
suspect it'll be getting any bigger."
	"Well. That's certainly a relief." The sarcasm in that comment was
thick and obvious. His breathing was short and expectant. His voice was
deep and husky. He closed his eyes for a moment, quieted himself and then
opened them again, locking onto Arnold's gaze. "I want you in me, stud. I
want you like I've never wanted anything in my whole life. It has nothing
to do with the size of your dong. If it did, I'd be halfway to the border
by now. I want you because I want you. Really want you." Billy locked his
gaze on Arnold's eyes and drank in the beauty and depth of them. He
sighed. "You've opened something up in me here, tonight, that I didn't know
existed. There's something about the way you approach sex that frees me,
lets me fly, lets me loose from myself. I feel like I'm someone else. I
don't know who. Just someone else."
	"Me."
	"Huh?"
	"You feel like me. That's how I feel. That's how I want you to
feel, how I want everyone I have sex with to feel. You feel like me."
	Billy moved forward, threw his arms around the boy's neck and
kissed him deeply on the mouth. Arnold held his breath and tried not to
move. He wasn't ready for this. He considered pulling free but then thought
about everything else that had transpired this evening. If he had pulled
free from any of that this would have been just a mediocre staring fest by
some cock hungry stranger. Instead it had turned into a very wonderful
evening of exploration and discovery, his horizons broadened beyond
anything he could have imagined. Apparently Billy's horizons had opened a
bit, too, if what he had just told him was any indication. He wrapped his
arms around Billy's chest and hugged him tight, delighting in the feeling
of their pecs mashing against each other. Arnold's iron hard cock, slippery
with lubricant, was pressed between their abdomens. He began to pump his
pelvis, sending waves of pleasure down his cock and out to his extremities.
	Billy could have spent the rest of the night clasped tightly to
this beautiful boy's massive pectorals, his biceps bulging as he squeezed
Billy in a bear hug, the big cock humping his rigid abdominal muscles. But
Billy had set his mind to the seemingly impossible task of introducing this
boy to the pleasures of the inside of an ass. The easy way was not always
the best. Certainly he had practiced that in body building. And now he was
going to practice that in sex, as well. He slowly pushed himself away from
Arnold and took his position at the sink. He leaned over, took hold of the
basin as Arnold had and spread his legs.
	"I guess I don't have to tell you to be gentle. But, be
gentle. Okay, kid?"
	"Sure thing, Billy." And - crack. - Arnold smacked Billy on the ass
with the flat of his hand.
	"Oh, shit. You sonuva..."
	"Sticks and stones..."
	"Come on, stud. Quit screwin' around and start screwin' around. I
want that big cock of yours up my ass. Right now. Just try to leave
everything where you found it when you're done."
	Arnold spread the lubricant on his index finger around the man's
hole, recalling the way it had been done to him a few moments ago. Billy
hmmmmed and squirmed. Arnold thought about what he had felt when Billy was
doing this to him. He experimented with different pressures on the rectum,
twisting his finger just inside it. He made little insistent attacks on the
muscle, enjoying the way it tensed every time he pushed on it. He knew
that, just like any other muscle, after so many contractions it would
eventually begin to weaken, allowing his finger, and eventually his cock,
easier access. With each little attack he drove his finger in a millimeter
further until he was able to stick it into the second knuckle without any
difficulty.
	Billy was going wild by this time. Arnold's constant attacks were
teasing him beyond his endurance, He concentrated on loosening his
sphincter so Arnold would be able to enter sooner. He felt the strength of
it begin to diminish and the hole become looser. Arnold inserted his finger
up to the last knuckle. Then, instead of pulling it out and preparing to
widen it further he began to wriggle it around inside. Pressure was brought
to bear upon his prostrate and his cock jerked in reaction.
	"Unh. Aaaaggghhh. Oh, shit. That feels good. Oh, fuck, man, where'd
you learn that?"
	"From a lady. She did this to me and I came so hard I passed out."
	"Unh. Oh. OH. OH MY GOD. Oh yeah. Oooh yeah. Oh that feels
incredible. I want another finger, stud. Gimme two fingers in there."
	Arnold pulled out his index finger, wormed it around the opening a
bit to prepare it for the larger circumference of two fingers and then
drove his index and middle fingers in, not giving him a second's notice. He
remembered how good the element of surprise was for him. He hoped Billy
would appreciate it as well.
	"Aaaaaarrrrggghhhh!"
	Arnold was pleased. Billy grabbed his own cock and began to squeeze
and pull it. Arnold reached between Billy's legs and grabbed his nuts,
fondling and caressing them.
	"Oooooooo, yesssssssss."
	So far, so good. While Arnold was distracting him he slipped his
ring finger into the man's ass, as well.
	"Oh. Oh. Oh. Ooooohhhhhh. Yeaaaaahhhhhh."
	Arnold slowly spread his fingers, forcing the man's anus to stretch
and give. He took his time, knowing that if the man wasn't ready Arnold
could seriously hurt him. Every once in a while he would glance over at the
full length mirror and check out the view. It was dŽja-vu. He remembered
seeing himself in the other position and the thoughts of those moments of
expectation drove him on. He knew how tense this moment must be for
Billy. He ran his hand up and down his lover's shaft.
	"Oooo. Oh. Oh. Aw fuck, man. I can't stand this. This is too
much. Toooooo much. Aw shit. I can't hold on, man. I gotta
cum. Oooooo. Make me cum, stud. Aw, fuck me, man. I need to cum. I'm
cumming, man. Oh, fuck. Oh,
fuck. Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. . . OH. . . OH!!!!. Aaaaggghhhh!"
	Billy's cock began to shoot a load of jiz. Just as the first spurts
erupted from his cock Arnold pulled his fingers out of his ass and pressed
the head of his dick into its place, before it had a chance to
contract. Billy's hips bucked and squirmed and their natural motion drove
him back onto Arnold's huge cock. By the time he was done cumming he was
already one-third of the way impaled onto the massive phallus. He stopped
and breathed hard, not even noticing what had transpired behind him. Arnold
flexed his cock and the man suddenly jerked to awareness.
	"Goddamn. Goddamn, man. You did it. You did it. How'd you know that
would work? Goddamn. Aw you feel so good. So Big. Big cock. Go ahead, man,
lemme have it. You're in, man. That's the hardest part. Shit. You're the
greatest. Oh, so big. I love your cock inside me. Fuck me, Stud. Fuck me
hard. I want you to cum inside me till you're dry. Awww. Awwww,
yeah. Oooo. Ooooo. Unh. Unh. Unh. Uh. Uh. Uh!"
	Arnold began slowly, pulling out until just his head was still
inside, and then pushing his cock back in, each time going a bit
further. Out. In. Out. In. Further and further until his pubic hair was
tickling the man's firm ass. Once he got his cock buried right to the hilt
he grabbed onto the sides of Billy's gluts and began to pump, full stroke,
in earnest. His moans became louder and his breathing more labored as he
climbed higher and higher to what he knew would be the evening's final and
supreme orgasm. The pressure building in his balls attested to the fact
that he was on his way to a sexual experience that would probably rival his
encounter with Sam.
	Billy knew he was in for it. Already the room was starting to spin
around him. He tried desperately to hold on to the sink, reality, his mind,
something that would remind him of the world. But time and again his
universe would shrink down to focus on a few glorious inches,
eleven-and-a-half to be exact. Nothing else seemed to matter. The energy
flowing through his body launched him into an orbit far above any plane of
existence he had known before. He could look down from this great height
and see, in microscopic detail, every blood vessel, every capillary, every
cell that made up the massive cock that was driving and driving and driving
into his ass. Just when he thought that nothing he would ever experience
ever in his life from that moment on would be any more intense than what he
was experiencing at that moment, things got more intense. Arnold had been
seriously wrong about something. His cock was getting bigger. Thicker. It
pressed against his insides and stretched his anus to an unbearable
diameter. He had to make this boy cum. Quickly.
	He bore down on the huge cock as though he were trying to force it
out of his ass. His muscles contracted and clasped the cock, holding it,
milking it, sucking it. Arnold let out a long, low moan that started in his
abdomen and finally rumbled up through his chest and out his throat. The
sound was chilling, like listening to the beginning of the universe. It
exploded from his mouth and the walls of the washroom echoed forever with
its sound. He rammed his cock in faster and faster, his whole body
straining with the effort. Billy looked in the mirror and saw that the boy
had been transformed. Every muscle was standing out in the most incredible
detail. It was as though someone had removed all his skin leaving massive
muscle, sinew, blood vessels, tendons exposed. He was an anatomy chart. His
eyes bulged, his jaw clenched, his hands clasped Billy's ass and his huge
cock pummeled his rectum.
	Then the first shots came. They hit with such force that Billy
thought someone was firing a gun up his ass. He was afraid that if he
opened his mouth, cum would fly out into the sink. Wham. Wham. Wham. Again
and again the boy's sperm shot out of the end of his massive organ with a
force previously unimagined by Billy.
	Arnold felt himself spin away. He lost all touch with his
surroundings and became a cock thundering in and out of an
ass. Tight. Hot. Smooth. Sucking. Clinging. His cum was literally pulled
out of his balls and flung up his shaft to shoot out with such a force he
thought the recoil would send him crashing across the room if he didn't
hold on to the man's ass. Cum. Cum. Cum. Again and again. There was nothing
else in the world besides the sensation of this orgasm which was lasting
for a millennium. After what seemed like no time that Arnold could identify
(hours, days, years, seconds?) his thrustings and spurtings seemed to
subside. A sound rang in his ears. He realized it was himself, crying. A
long moan trailed on and on, slowly fading as his breath ran out. He took a
deep breath and focused on his cock once again. This time it was only a
cock. It felt very good. But it was no longer the center of the
universe. He looked down at it and watched as it slid in and out of Billy's
ass a few more times, releasing the last remnants of his incredible orgasm.
	Finally he sensed he was becoming flaccid again. He waited until
his cock had grown slightly smaller in diameter and then carefully pulled
out of Billy's rectum. When the head slipped from the man's ass, Billy gave
a short cry, a mournful sound. The connection was broken. Billy knew he
would never again come that close to heaven.
	Arnold was breathing heavily, his whole body still flushed with the
effort of the orgasm. Billy was leaning his head on his arms which were, in
turn, resting on the front lip of the sink. His head hurt, his biceps hurt
from clasping the sink so hard, his legs hurt from trying to stay upright,
his back hurt from bending over so long. Everything on his body told the
story of an incredible physical ordeal except for his ass. He tried to find
the pain he knew should be there, but there was none. He thought maybe it
was so bad that his mind was blanking it out, but no. He could feel his
ass. He could feel where Arnold had slapped him so hard, the delicious
sting still resonated there. He could feel the cum leaking from his anus
and down his crack. The only thing he couldn't feel was the pain. There was
always pain. With every other cock he had ever had up his ass there was
some amount of pain. And no cock he had ever had was as big as this
stud's. But there was no pain.
	He slowly straightened up, turned to his assailant, and leaned
against the sink basin. He scanned him from top to bottom. Everything
seemed to be normal. Well, you know. He seemed to be human. But there was
something very. . . very. . . Shit, Billy couldn't figure it out. He shook
his head and decided to just take it for what it was. The boy was still
gorgeous. His face, his hair, his eyes, his neck, shoulders, arms, hands,
chest, abdomen, cock, balls, thighs, calves, feet, everything was a study
in how the human body could look if reality wasn't such an asshole. And
there it was, standing right in front of him. And for this one night, in
the middle of a little podunk town in the middle of a little podunk county
where nothing important ever, ever, ever happened, that perfection had been
his. It was too much to bear.
	As he drank in the image before him he began to cry. A soft,
throbbing cry that came up from his toes and wracked his body with a
pulsing sob. Arnold crossed to him and took the man in his arms, holding
him, rocking him, giving him the energy for what was to be the hardest part
of this entire encounter: The good-by.
	Billy's hands came up behind Arnold and slowly pulled his head back
until they were staring at each other. This time it was Arnold who
initiated the kiss. But it was a kiss of understanding, of recognition, of
a love that could not exist between two lovers, but between two human
beings who shared a great secret. The energy ran from Arnold into Billy,
sending waves of tranquillity through his body. His sobbing subsided, his
breathing returned to normal and his heartbeat slowed to its usual pace. By
the time their lips parted Billy had forgotten about the sorrow that had
wracked his body just moments ago. Instead, suffusing his mind and being
was a sense of power and contentment that made all things possible.
	Arnold took Billy by the hand and led him into the showers. They
soaped each other down, played a bit, hugged a bit, posed for each other,
got hard-ons again but left them that way and finally rinsed off with pure
cold water. That last was Billy's idea. He said if they were going to go
and get something to eat in public, and with their stomachs growling as
they were there was no question about it, then they would have to get rid
of their erections somehow. Neither of them had the energy for sex again so
cold water seemed the most viable, and stimulating, answer.
	"Besides," said Billy, "It's against the law in this town to pack a
hard-on over ten inches without a license. I wouldn't want to see you get
arrested and hauled in on charges. You know what those hardened criminals
are like in the big house."