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

Chapter 32: 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.

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	Arnold quickly showered and then opened the medicine cabinet in
search of some toiletry articles he might use. It was filled with new tubes
and boxes of everything. He was just wondering whether this was new
supplies, or there for a guest use, when he heard a quiet tap on the door.
	"Who is it?"
	"Suzanne."
	He opened the door and she quickly slipped in and shut it behind
her after noticing he was completely nude.
	"Go ahead and use anything in there. We keep it stocked in case
someone forgets something."
	Arnold grabbed a stick of deodorant and a toothbrush and toothpaste
which he began to use.
	"Mom thinks you're very beautiful but a bit indiscreet." She
giggled.
	"I didn't know what else to say. I guess I was hoping she wouldn't
notice I didn't have my jockstrap on."
	"You've got to be kidding. Not notice?"
	"Well. . ."
	"Don't worry. Remember my brother. We had a parade of gorgeous
bodies in all different states of undress wander through our house back
west. I had mentioned my conversation with my friend last night to her. She
knew about you, too."
	"What do you mean?"
	"I mean, I had told her that I was going to try and fuck you, so
she should keep clear of the house for a little while. I guess I lost track
of the time. She said she had to be home by four-thirty to get ready for a
meeting tonight."
	"Four-thirty?. I've got to get going. You'll take me to the train
station, won't you?"
	"Of course."
	"Let me just finish up here and I'll be ready to go in about ten
minutes."
	"Okay."
	Suzanne walked over to him and wrapped her hand around the head of
his thick, dangling cock. She raised it up and bent over to place a long,
lingering kiss on the end of it. It stirred and began to fill slightly with
blood. He pushed her away and took the fat, mushroom-shaped head from her
hand, letting it drop where it swung back and forth and finally came to
rest between his two huge balls.
	Suzanne lifted her gaze to his face.
	"You are beautiful."
	"You are beautiful."
	He reached out and brushed an erect nipple through her thin cotton
shirt with his forefinger.
	"I'll see you downstairs in a few minutes."
	She turned and left.
	He quickly finished and put on his jock, shorts and shirt, which
still smelled heavily of Suzanne, and headed downstairs. Both Suzanne and
her mother were in the living room off to the right of the staircase.
	"I have to get some clothes out of the car and there's a paper I
need you to sign. I'll be right back."
	He went out to the car and dug through his bag for a clean pair of
pants and shirt. He got the forms for the driveaway company out of his
knapsack and took them into the living room where Mrs. Patterson was
waiting. Both the women's gazes were locked firmly on the distended front
of his gym shorts as he walked towards them. Handing the paperwork to
Suzanne's mother, she raised her eyes to his face.
	"My daughter tells me you're quite a talented young man."
	"Your daughter is very open about her personal life."
	"She's a grown woman, now. I hold no control over her behavior. I
guess she told you about my son."
	"Yes. I'm sorry to hear about his accident."
	"He was a fool. I miss him, I love him, but he was doing a very
stupid thing and he paid for it with his life. It's quite obvious you have
a working knowledge of the equipment in our basement."
	"It's a very nice collection of gear." He wanted to say that it was
a shame that it was going unused, but thought better of it.
	"It's a shame it's just sitting down there, going to waste."
	The look on her face told him she had anticipated his thoughts.
	"I'm sure you could sell it or maybe donate it to a youth club in
the city. Or something."
	"Are you going to be in the city very long?"
	"I haven't really firmed up my plans yet. I want to see how it
feels, being here. If I like it, I could be around for a while." He
wondered where this was leading. He suspected it had something to do with
the gear downstairs, but couldn't see the connection.
	Suzanne got out of her chair and came over to him. As she talked
she ran her finger tips lightly, electrically, over his arm and chest. His
cock began to stir, though he had been sure there was nothing left in that
department.
	"We were just wondering if you would be interested in putting all
the hardware to use. If you wanted to workout here. . ." Her eyes locked
with his and the fingernail of her right forefinger slowly flicked the
nipple of his right pec, causing it to grow firm and hard until it ached.
	"In fact," Mrs. Patterson added, "you could perhaps get the gear in
good operating order and then help us find a proper home for it." She
paused for a second, contemplating a point and then continued with some
resolve. "I miss the sound of the weights banging and the groans of
determination. My son would have his friends over and they would spend
hours with the gear. The noise filled the house, gave it a life. There was
so much energy. After the accident I told his friends to feel free to come
over and continue to use the equipment, and they did for a while, but it
wasn't the same. After a couple of weeks they stopped coming. It got very
lonely. I couldn't bear to sell the stuff, but I didn't know what else to
do with it, either. That's why I brought it east with us."
	"I wish we had known you before we moved," Suzanne said. The double
meaning of her remark did not escape any of them. "We could have left the
stuff with you."
	"You mind if I sit down?"
	"Please."
	Arnold sat on the sofa across from Mrs. Patterson. Suzanne joined
him and began to move in close to him, but sensed something and held back.
	"I'm flattered by your offer. I know your daughter would probably
appreciate my being around, as well. She would make an interesting workout
partner. I have a feeling I'd be taking an awfully long time to get through
my routine, though. I have to say that it's a very attractive proposition."
	Mrs. Patterson smiled knowingly. "I hear a 'but' approaching."
	"But. I came here to see the city. I came here because of some
friends of mine back home who have friends here. Very good friends. I also
came here because I had to get away from my own home. I want to try to
become my own person, not a replacement son, which is what I think you're
looking for. I certainly wouldn't mind seeing you both again, and perhaps I
can come out and visit. But I need to try this city thing on my own. I
think you understand."
	Mrs. Patterson nodded her acceptance of his position. She was
impressed with how much the boy had perceived. She also was sorry not to
have the opportunity to see his magnificent body around the house. She knew
he was attracted to her daughter, but the sight of that huge cock hanging
out of his gym shorts still burned bright in her thoughts. She certainly
was not too old to be able to appreciate the aesthetic as well as sexual
qualities of his physical appearance.
	"Thank you for your sensitivity, Arnold. I'm impressed that you can
see your way so clearly and still understand the needs of others. How old
are you?"
	"Just turned eighteen."
	"I would have thought much older. But I guess I knew that you had
just graduated from high school. Do you have any future plans for school?"
	"I have to catch a train into the city. I'm not trying to see too
much further than that. I spent a long time being a non-person in my
family. I have to learn who I am and then I'll figure out where I'm going."
With that he stood. "Would you like to look the car over and sign the form?
I need to put these clothes on."
	"Arnold?"
	"Yes, Suzanne."
	"Do us a favor, would you?"
	"What's that?"
	"I know this is going to sound strange, but could you get changed
here?"
	He looked to her mother to see her reaction. Her face was
unreadable. This surprised him as much as if she had given her ready
consent.
	"When my brother's friends would come over they would do posing
routines for us in the living room after their workouts."
	"Are you married, Mrs. Patterson?"
	"Divorced. Does it matter?"
	"I don't know. It seems like it should." He thought for a
moment. These were no longer a mother and daughter, but two women who
wanted to appreciate his body, who were sexually attracted to him and were
honest enough about it to be up front with him.
	He pulled his shirt off, then slowly lowered his arms, flexing the
muscles of his arms and torso. Suzanne moved to her mother and sat on the
arm of her chair. Their eyes were riveted on him and he could not tell
which of the two were more interested. He struck several different poses,
displaying various sides of his body to them. They would occasionally gasp
or make quiet comments to each other, as the sight of his well-built body
recalled other moments in their lives.
	After he finished with these poses, he slipped his thumbs into the
waistband of his shorts. One thumb went under the band of his jock strap as
well. He hesitated for a moment and then adjusted the other thumb so it did
the same. He knew they had both been holding their breath to see what his
decision would be. The thought of these two women enjoying his body on a
purely physical, sexual level was extremely appealing to him. This was,
after all, what had originally influenced his decision to begin building
his body. A sudden memory flashed in his mind. The man with the huge
muscles (maybe they only seemed that way at the time; Arnold suspected he
was now considerably more developed than him) at the side of the pool with
the two women hanging all over his body. Along with that memory came the
remembrance of his first ejaculation a short time before in the shower
room. The gym shorts and jock started their excruciatingly slow journey to
the floor.
	Suzanne's right hand moved slowly towards her crotch and by the
time Arnold's huge cock was completely exposed she was making contact with
her clitoris, little flicking motions with her finger meant for only him to
see. The other woman sat dead still. She watched the boy's body from a
completely different perspective. She knew her daughter had just made love
to this magnificent specimen, had just been pummeled with that stanchion of
a cock. She tried to imagine her daughter's fulfillment. But on top of that
were the thoughts of her own son who had participated in the living room
posing sessions. Memories of dark thoughts passed through her mind. Her son
and his friends in their gym shorts or tight fitting posing trunks. Their
penises prominently displayed. Each of the hormonally-overflowing youths
trying very hard to impress the young woman sitting next to her now.
	She knew some of those events had culminated in sexual
activity. She even suspected that several of the boys had become involved
with each other. She had considered the physically and emotionally charged
nature of their activity and had written it all off to a general need for
physical release.
	But now, here was this unusually beautiful, physically exciting,
bright young man in her new living room, stirring memories of the past but
surpassing them all. She knew her daughter was trying very hard not to let
her see her masturbation. She wished she were as bold. Deep needs and
desires flooded through her. She was fascinated by the huge cock which hung
heavily between the lad's thickly-muscled thighs. With each movement it
swung freely, widely, indicating its mass by its momentum. She knew her son
had been quite well endowed, more so than many of his body building
friends. She had even caught glimpses of his member as he would change into
his posing trunks or bathing suit. Their household had always been
completely open, sexually. She, herself, had made it known to several of
his friends that she was available to help them relieve their sexual
tensions, should they so desire. Two of them had regularly taken her up on
it. They had also died in the crash.
	Arnold knew what Suzanne was thinking, but he drew a blank when
trying to decipher her mother's thoughts. She seemed so lost in them. Or
was she just fixated on his cock.
	Without knowing why, he moved closer to the two women and
positioned himself within touching distance of Mrs. Patterson. Her hand
slowly reached out and wrapped around the base of his cock. It didn't feel
sexual, exactly. More clinical. Like a doctor's exam. She lifted it, tested
its weight, ran her hand down its length to the huge head and then allowed
it to slip from her grasp. She then reached out and touched his left
thigh. He flexed the muscles there and she pressed her fingers into the
mass, experiencing the feel of the taut, rock-hard sinews.
	Suzanne's reaction was slightly amusing. She didn't seem to believe
her mother would actually be interested in touching Arnold's cock. When her
mother was finished with it, Suzanne reached her hand out to caress the
thick tube of flesh but Arnold had turned away from her to flex his back
and ass muscles. Had he done that on purpose or had he just not seen her
approaching hand? His gluts contracted and his sexy, tight ass was
displayed proudly for them. He did several other back poses, each one
taking him further away from them as he crossed back to the sofa where his
clothing lay. When he reached the other side of the room he extracted his
jock strap from the gym shorts and slipped his feet through the elastic
loops. He pulled the strap up until his cock and balls were hanging over
the top of the waist band and then carefully picked up his genitals and
placed them in the precariously small cup with an expertise that spoke of
years of dealing with this problem.
	He pulled on the clean shirt, but left it unbuttoned, the inside
curves of his two pectorals meeting each other in the gap in the
fabric. Next he pulled on the pants, tucked in the shirt tails, fastened
the waist snap and then pulled up the zipper over the huge bulge of his
cock. Even covered with his pants, his massive member, outlined beneath the
fabric, was an impressive sight. He stood before them for a moment and
enjoyed the lingering scent of sexual energy permeating the air of the
room.
	Mrs. Patterson spoke to her daughter as if he wasn't in the
room. He felt as if he were eavesdropping on a private conversation.
	"He must be very good."
	"He made me cum three or four times. I forget which."
	"How does it feel?"
	"Total fulfillment. He licked me."
	Mrs. Patterson's eyebrows shot up in question. "You've never had
anyone do that to you before?"
	"Nope. I thought only women did that to men."
	"Men should always do that to women."
	"I know that now. He was very good at it."
	Arnold interrupted. "Why do I feel like I've already caught the
train into town?"
	The two women laughed. Mrs. Patterson replied, "This is how we
always talk about our sex lives. We just thought you'd like to hear it
first hand."
	"I think this is one of those 'woman things' that we guys aren't
supposed to know about. Maybe it's better that way. Can you check the car
now?"
	"Sure."
	The two women got up and took the forms out to the driveway where
they made a thorough inspection of the vehicle's body. They followed the
items on the inspection report and checked the brake and headlights, damage
to body panels and the general cleanliness of the car. Arnold realized his
litter bag was still in the front seat and tried to grab it before they
found it. Suzanne got to it first and gave him a look of
mock-exasperation. He responded with a look of 'please don't beat me' to
which she responded with a look in return of 'in your dreams'.
	Mrs. Patterson was quite satisfied with the condition of the car
and thanked Arnold for having filled the tank and run it through the car
wash. She offered to reimburse him for the gas but Arnold, remembering that
he had not even paid for it, declined.
	"I do believe I promised to make restitution for your assistance in
unloading the car. I can assume, by the shape your in, that it was not a
difficult task."
	"No ma'am. I didn't have any problems."
	"Good. I will also assume that my daughter's exchange of sexual
favors with you was of a voluntary nature and not part of our original
contract."
	"A bit more physically demanding," Arnold replied, "but I was able
to rise to the task."
	"I'm sure you were." A glance over to Suzanne brought a response of
rolled eyes and an 'Oh, Mother!' "There is an envelope on the kitchen
table, Suzanne. Would you go and get it, please?"
	"Sure." She returned to the house.
	Mrs. Patterson waited until Suzanne was inside and then turned to
Arnold, her face suddenly serious.
	"I'm not sure of all the details regarding your encounter with my
daughter, but she seems in awfully fine spirits. She has attempted to get
involved with several young men since her brother's death. One of the boys
who died in the car crash with Brian was her fiancˇ. When they finally
untied all the knots, removed all the body parts from the vehicle, they
found that he had been in the back seat with another girl. They were both
naked. I debated telling her about this, but the press reported it in the
paper and she heard about it before I could prepare her. When she 'warned
me' last night about her intentions for you, I wondered if I should
intervene. I'm glad I decided not to. She looks happier than I have seen
her in a long time. Thank you. I know this has a lot more to do with you
than the considerable size of your sexual equipment. The biggest steam
shovel in the world is no good if you can't operate it properly."
	"Thank you, Mrs. Patterson. I have to tell you we started out
rather badly. I can see, now, that she had meant to treat me poorly when I
arrived. She just took it for granted that I would want to have sex with
her. I had to let her cool down a bit before I could see the real person
beneath her anger. She's a very passionate, sensual person. As you were
both so open about your thoughts before, I must tell you that I had been
rather active earlier in the day. I didn't think there would be much left
in me to respond to her. She inspired me."
	"I'll let Suzanne drive you to the train station. Here she comes
now. Thank you very much for your help and for delivering my car and
daughter to me unharmed."
	"You're welcome."
	Suzanne reappeared with an envelope. She handed it to Arnold and
then opened the passenger side door. Arnold stuck the envelope in the front
pocket of his knapsack.
	"Why don't you drive, Arnold."
	"Sure. Thanks, again, Mrs. Patterson."
	"Perhaps you can come out and see us some time, once you get
settled downtown.?"
	"I'd like that. The thought of having a refuge, just in case things
get weird, is very comforting. I've got your number here," he indicated the
form. "I'll keep in touch."
	He extended his hand to her and she took it in a firm, friendly
handshake which felt remarkably like her handling of his cock a little
while before. She ran her eyes up and down his body one last time and shook
her head.
	"Perhaps I should have stayed home this afternoon and sent Suzanne
out on the errands."
	"Mother!"
	"Suzanne!" she replied, mimicking her daughter's inflection. They
both did an eye roll and Suzanne got into the car, shutting the door.
	Arnold went around to the driver's side and got in. He looked over
at Suzanne who was beaming at him with a knowing, sexually charged look. "I
hope the two of us can figure out how to get to the train station."
	"I hope I can figure out how to get back."
	"You just pay attention to where we're going, instead of ga-ga-ing
at me and you'll be okay. Good bye, Mrs. Patterson."
	"Good bye, Arnold. A pleasure meeting you."
	"Likewise."
	He drove down the driveway and turned towards the main
street. After several other turns it became apparent to Suzanne that he
knew exactly where he was going.
	"You seem very sure of yourself here. Did you check out the route
before?"
	"Yeah. I drove to the station before coming to your house." He left
it at that and hoped she wouldn't realize he hadn't given her the whole
story.
	Suzanne slid across the seat to him, placed her hand on his chest
and rested her head on his shoulder. Arnold put his arm around her back and
hugged her to him, his bicep bulging delightfully against her back.
	"I'm sorry I treated you so badly when you first arrived. I tend to
get very angry at men, for certain reasons, and I figured, with your
reputation and all, you were just another man who deserved my anger."
	"What reputation is this you keep talking about?"
	"You know. Your body, your great cock. All the women you had."
	"What women?"
	"All those women. The girls in school and all."
	"Who told you this?"
	"My girlfriend. The one I talked to last night. She said she knew
five girls who said they'd had sex with you."
	Arnold laughed loud and hard. It was just too ludicrous. Why would
so many women say that about him?
	"What's so funny? Don't you like women talking about you?"
	"Not really. Especially when they're making it up."
	"How do you know? You don't know who my friend is or who she talked
to?" She was getting very defensive.
	"It doesn't matter. I know their lying because I was a virgin until
the day school let out."
	"What!"
	"They couldn't have had sex with me, because I know I didn't have
sex with them."
	"You were a. . . You?"
	"Yup. The last day of school I met up with this incredible woman
who was able to show me that sex wasn't such a bad thing, after all."
	"What made you think it was?"
	"My folks. They used it to hurt each other and control each other
and control me. I just steered clear of it because I didn't understand it."
He looked over at her and saw the look of sympathy on her face. "That's
okay. It was the best thing I could have done. The woman who showed me the
ropes was a great teacher."
	"I'll say she was. And you must be the quickest study on the face
of the earth."
	"Let's just say I was ready. Really ready. Here's the station. Do
you remember the way back?"
	"Nope. I haven't a clue. How's a girl supposed to keep track of
such things when she has this big, luscious bicep pressing into her back
and this huge mound of muscle under her hand." She pressed back against his
arm and slid her hand into the front of his shirt and squeezed the massive
pectoral. "And this huge. . ." He intercepted her hand as it began to move
towards his crotch.
	"Uh, uh, uh. I've got to get on that train. Please let me arrive in
town with a little dignity."
	She slipped away from his grip, gave his cock a quick, playful
squeeze. He shook his finger at her and she took it into her mouth and
sucked it seductively, her eyes telling him what she would rather have in
her mouth. She bit and nibbled and licked it, knowing what was going
through his mind. After several moments, she slowly pulled her head back,
letting the finger slowly slip from her mouth with a deep, hard sucking
sound.
	"I hope I get to do that to your cock sometime."
	"I'll keep in touch. As I told your mom, it's nice to know there's
someplace to get away to. I'm not sure I'm going to like the urban
environment. You may have to rescue me."
	"Anytime you need a good honest meal and a hot, hard fuck, just
give us a call. Mom's a great cook and I'm. . ." She let the end of the
sentence hang between them.
	"You're making me hard again. I've got to get out of here. I'll
call you when I know about a phone number and if I'm going to stay
around. Thanks for everything. I wish I could think of another way to say
this, but, you are very sexy, very hot, and a very good sex partner. When
you're not angry, that is."
	"I'm not sure I can take much credit for that. I just get that way
whenever I get eleven-and-a-half inches inside me. I just get all wet and
excited. You're the best lover I've ever had. Thanks for treating me like a
human being."
	She kissed him long and hard on the lips. He had resolved to make
the parting short and sweet, but the passion of her kiss drew him in and he
wrapped his huge arms around her and pressed himself to her. Her hand came
back up and into his shirt front where she stroked and rubbed his pecs,
teasing the nipples and digging her nails into the hard, firm flesh with
just a hint of the passion within her. Their tongues parried and fought, as
they each tried to dive down the other's throat. Suzanne rolled her hips
towards him and pressed her crotch against his thick, muscular thigh,
making little rubbing motions.
	"I'm wet, again. You make me so hot. How will I be able to have sex
with anyone else?"
	"Just remember what we did, then pass it on. Love your lover. Okay?
I'll be in touch." With that he got out of the car, grabbed his bags from
the back seat and walked into the station to buy his ticket. After leaving
the ticket window he turned back to the street and waved once to her and
then headed for the platform. The train was scheduled to arrive in four
minutes so he sat down on a bench, leaned back, closed his eyes and tried
very hard to sum up what had occurred today. He felt someone sit down next
to him and hoped the person would respect his obvious need for
introspection.
	"Looks like she wasn't too mad about you showing up late."