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

Chapter 20: 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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	The list of things Arnold wanted to do after graduating from high
school was staggering. He'd had many long talks with Mr. Ridell about it
and had decided the one thing that he really wanted to do was travel. With
all the bickering and fighting and hating that had gone on in his family,
there had never been any time, or much of an inclination, to vacation
together. As a result, Arnold's traveling experience had been restricted to
what he could get out of the local bus system and his bike.
	He had his driver's license, but no car. Mr. Ridell suggested that
he go to the local office of a drive-away company to see if there was a car
needing to be driven to a place where he wanted to go. As luck would have
it, a family was moving east and needed their station wagon driven
there. All Arnold had to do was put up a modest deposit and pay for the
gas. Mr. Ridell fronted him the money, saying there was to be no thought of
paying it back for at least a year. The boy had to do some living and he
didn't want him worrying about debt at such an early age.
	Arnold accepted the loan with great thanks and the day after his
class graduated which was, coincidentally, his eighteenth birthday, he
hopped into a
late-model-gas-guzzling-packed-to-the-gills-with-he-didn't-know-what
station wagon and headed out across the desert, mountains and plains to
experience the rest of the country. He had planned his trip to include
stops in cities and towns he knew he could find gyms in; had even called
ahead to make sure they would be available to him. Some of the bigger towns
he traveled through had gyms that were open late. A few smaller ones, whose
owners were so impressed that he had bothered to call, said they'd stay
open for him. He told them he'd call the day before he expected to be there
to let them know he was coming.
	Mr. Ridell sent him off with one final piece of advice: "Taste it
all." Arnold asked him for some clarification but Mr. Ridell was almost
cryptic in his explanation. "Taste it all. All of everything. Nothing
tastes worse than ignorance, which doesn't taste at all." So when he got to
a town and went to the gym he made sure he tried every machine the place
had to offer. He listened to each person's advice and attempted to find a
way to incorporate it into his routine. He tried different restaurants with
different food. He even got drunk a couple of times, though his tolerance
for alcohol was so low that "drunk" meant a beer. He spent some nights
alone but most in the company of another person. And not always a woman.
	Mr. Ridell had told him about homosexuality. He had tried to put it
as clearly and fairly as possible. The whole idea of two men or women
making love the way that he and Sam had was a bit curious to Arnold, but
Mr. Ridell explained that love was love and sex was sex and don't dare
confuse the two. If you wanted to know whether you liked someone, have sex
with them. If you want to know if you love someone play Monopoly or hang
wallpaper with them. That wasn't to say there couldn't be love with sex,
but there shouldn't be love because of sex. Lust, yes. And plenty of
it. But the connection between the heart and the genitals was a faulty one
at best. So it would behoove the owner of a tender heart to think clearly
with the brain and not at all with any other portion of their anatomy.
	Sex with a man, Mr. Ridell explained, was the kind of thing you did
when you needed to be treated like you would, yourself, if you weren't so
lazy. A man would know what was good and what was bad, what worked and what
didn't. Sex with a woman, on the other hand, was the kind of thing you did
when you just wanted to throw all the cards up in the air and see how they
landed. Maybe you got good, maybe you got bad, but you could always be
assured of an interesting time.
	Arnold had thought about the man thing and decided that if he
really wanted to have sex with someone his own gender then it should
probably be Mr. Ridell. Mr. Ridell begged off, though, claiming a heart
condition and too many years of being an observer. Arnold was, as he knew
from meeting Sam, not his first sexual protegˇ. No, if Arnold wanted to
experience male flesh he should go out and round up his own. There was an
awful lot of interesting water to be tested out there. No sense peeing in
his own swimming hole.
	So when Arnold got to a town a few days out from home and the owner
of the gym, a man about ten years older than him, asked him if he wanted to
spend the night at his house, Arnold accepted.
	He had been aware of where the man had been focusing his eyes all
during his work-out. He watched him and chatted with him, testing the
waters. He knew if it was right it would feel right. The guy was very
straight-forward, didn't try to delude Arnold about his intentions, even
asked him if he was gay. When Arnold answered to the negative he seemed
greatly disappointed but didn't press the issue any further. But later on
in the work-out he was spotting Arnold on the benchpress and Arnold
happened to look up at the guy. His eyes were glued solidly on Arnold's
huge cock which was bulging under his gym shorts.
	Several times during the evening Arnold had to make the infernal
adjustment because one of his balls had, again, slipped out of his jock
strap. The thong had been a good idea but it turned out not to be very
comfortable when he got really active. Just as he was putting the last push
to a few of hundred pounds of iron, one of his nuts escaped again. He
returned the barbell to the stand and just lay there for a moment, catching
his breath, before reaching down to replace the errant testicle. Billy, the
owner of the gym, came around to the end of the bench and saw his nut
hanging out of the jock strap and the leg of his shorts.
	"You want me to put that back for you?"
	Arnold thought for a second, trying to figure out if he wanted this
to lead where he knew it would. Nothing seemed wrong with it, the guy
seemed good, sensitive, knowledgeable.
	"Sure."
	Billy pulled aside the leg of Arnold's shorts and took the testicle
in his hand.
	"I gotta tell ya, Arnie, I've never seen such a huge nut in my
life. You ever get kicked there? I bet it would hurt until the next
century."
	"I got bumped real bad once playing football. It was tender for an
hour or so, but seemed all right after that,"
	Billy was still holding the ball in his hand. He began to gently
squeeze it and roll it around between his fingers. It felt very
good. Arnold knew this was one of those man things that Mr. Ridell had
talked about. A woman would have a hard time knowing how to do this; it
would be hard for her to understand just where the line between pleasure
and pain was.
	"It looks like you got a real jock strap full there. I guess that's
why you keep slipping out. Not much room left in there for some poor
testicle."
	Arnold chuckled at the thought of his cock pitching one of his
balls out of his jock to get some more room. The two men's eyes met and a
message passed between them. Billy told him with a look that he could be
trusted. Arnold replied with his eyes that he figured it was okay.
	"Take your shirt off, Arnie. I wanna see your pecs."
	Arnold sat up and removed the sweat-soaked T-shirt. His smooth skin
was stretched taut over the muscles of his torso. He flexed and every fiber
leapt into full relief.
	"Holy shit, man. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen
come through this town. I wanna touch you, okay?"
	"Sure. Where?"
	"Damn, Arnie. I don't know. Everywhere. Your pecs."
	Arnold squeezed his pecs together and they blossomed into full
glory. Billy took the hand that wasn't holding Arnold's ball and ran it
over the massive muscles of his chest. He continued to travel out to the
young man's shoulders, down his arm, back across his abdomen and finally
returned to the area of his cock. Arnold flexed each muscle as Billy's hand
passed over it. The sensation of a hand pressing against his fully flexed
muscles really turned him on. Billy started to rub the front of Arnold's
gym shorts. Billy had a nice body, too, and Arnold wanted to see it.
	"Would you take off your shirt, too?"
	"You bet. I thought you'd never ask." He practically ripped off the
shirt revealing a highly developed chest that was only slightly less
massive than Arnold's. He did a couple of flexes for Arnold's
benefit. Arnold was only slightly surprised to feel that his cock was
beginning to stir. This whole thing was really beginning to excite him.
	"I figure you probably want to see my cock, right?"
	Billy was stunned by the boy's forwardness. The only answer he
could muster was a slow nodding of the head.
	"I want to keep working out. You just go ahead with what you want
to do."
	"Man, are you sure?"
	"You just be careful and don't make me drop anything. I don't care
what you do. Just give me a little warning so you don't take me by
surprise, okay."
	"Goddamn, man. You are too much. I'm gonna suck you off and watch
them big pecs of yours pump up. I'm gettin' a hard-on just thinking about
it."
	"You can get a little more comfortable if you want. I know what
it's like to have a big erection stuffed wrong way in a pair of pants."
	Billy started to take off his pants but noticed that the blinds
were still up and the door unlocked. It was past his normal business hours
so he wasn't expecting anyone, but just to be on the safe side he figured
he should close things up.
	"You just go ahead and get yourself pumped up there, stud. I'm
gonna assure us of a little privacy." He headed for the front of the gym
and let down the blinds, locked the front door and turned off the sign out
front. "Folks are used to me staying after hours and working out by
myself. They won't think anything's different. Sometimes I get completely
naked and run through my routine."
	Arnold went over to the rack, got two hundred pound free weights
and brought them back to the bench, laying them on the floor on either
side. If Billy wanted to see some pumped pecs, he knew just what exercises
would do it.
	"You sure no one will come looking?"
	"Nah. Small town like this, it's past everyone's bedtime."
	"Let's get naked."
	Arnold started to pull down his own gym shorts but Billy stopped
him.
	"I wanna do that. You mind?"
	"No. I guess not."
	Billy stripped to the skin, threw his pants off in a corner and
jumped out of his own jockstrap. His cock was already hard and jutting
straight out from his mound of pubic hair. Arnold reached out and put his
hand around its shaft and squeezed it. Billy stood there with his eyes
closed, enjoying the feeling. After a few moments, neither of them moving,
drinking in the experience of just touching and being touched, Billy backed
away, pulling his cock out of Arnold's hand, and knelt in front of Arnold's
crotch.
	Arnold could feel the man's hot breath on his cock. Billy slipped
his fingers under the elastic strap of Arnold's gym shorts and slowly
pulled down. First he saw the waist band of the jock strap, Arnold's pubic
hair was peeking out over the top; soft, brown, curly. Then the ribbed
fabric of the cup. Billy pulled the shorts down and the outline of his
enormous cock came into view, pressed firmly against the distended
fabric. He continued to reveal more and more of the massive organ and it
seemed like it would never end. It was thick. Very thick. He could feel the
heat coming off of it. He got to the point where the one ball was still
hanging free. It was as big as a chicken's egg and the scrotum was loose
and smooth. It was so low, too. Billy figured that it probably hung halfway
down to his knees when out of the jock.
	Finally he got to the bottom if the cup. He was shocked. He had
expected to see the head pressed against the fabric but it seemed to tuck
underneath and continue back between his legs.
	"Holy shit! How long is that thing?"
	"'Long enough to reach the ground' as Lincoln said."
	"No man, really. How long?"
	"I don't know. I never bothered to check."
	"Shit, man. If I had a cock like that I'd make sure I measured it
every morning and every night, just for the fun of it. I'm getting a tape
measure. You just wait right there."
	Billy ran off to a back room and came back a few seconds later with
a retractable tape. He returned to his kneeling position in front of Arnold
and placed his hand on the front of the cup.
	"Man, this thing is hot. You got a heating coil in there?"
	Arnold laughed. It was nice to have someone so enamored of his
physical attributes. He remembered Mr. Ridell's warning, though. He didn't
do anything to deserve this beautiful cock. It was just there. If he
started taking credit for it, then he was a fool.
	"I don't know much about it. I just woke up one morning and there
it was."
	"I wish I knew what you'd been dreaming that night. It must've been
one hell of a wet dream."
	"Something about a vacuum cleaner."
	Billy laughed hard. This guy was amazing. Most of the big dicks
he'd seen come in here thought the world owed them something just because
their cocks scraped the deck when they showered. He'd never met anyone so
unaffected by all his apparent gifts. He was hung like a mule, built like a
brick shit house and almost too gorgeous to look at. Yet he seemed like it
all made very little difference to him.
	"I wanna take your jock strap off now, okay."
	"Sure, just let me get out of these shorts before I trip."
	He stepped out of his shorts which were hung up on his thick
calves. As he lifted his first leg to extract it Billy could see up behind
the back of his jock strap cup. The length of his cock seemed to double
back behind and run up to where his scrotum attached to his body. A shiver
ran up Billy's spine as the thought of him taking Arnold's cock up his ass
triggered vastly conflicting feelings.
	Arnold sensed something in Billy's reaction. He asked him if
everything was okay.
	"Arnie, I gotta be truthful with you. When we started out here I
thought I might just want that huge dong of yours up my ass. You ever done
that before?" Arnold shook his head no. "I thought not. Well, I've had
quite a few cocks up my ass, but never, ever anything the size of
this. Just catching a glimpse of you there I got a funny feeling."
	"Billy. I don't want to hurt you. You just do what you want. If
there's something you don't want to do, then don't. I won't take it
personal. Okay?"
	"Damn, man. You are something special, all right. I'm not saying I
wouldn't want it, I'll just have to do some thinking on it, that's all. Let
me see that monster." Billy grabbed the front of the jock strap and pulled
it out and down over its contents. He had never even seen a cock like this,
in real life or one of his magazines. The thing was so enormous he had a
hard time imagining it inside his body. He supposed that it would be okay
for a woman. Hell, they gave birth to babies that were bigger around than
this. But you'd have to get awfully constipated before you'd ever pass
anything through your asshole as big as this. Despite his reservations
about the size of Arnold's cock, Billy's rectum tingled expectantly at the
thought of it; his now-swollen cock pulsed.
	He pulled the jock strap down to Arnold's feet and the boy stepped
out of it. The tip of the huge cock was thick, swollen and, as was typical,
leaking a generous amount of fluid. Arnold's balls were constantly in
overdrive and it seemed the more he used them, the more they produced.
	"Looks like you got a little leak there. You mind if I clean you
up?"
	"Nope. I'm going to start exercising now. You just do what you
want. But remember. No surprises, okay."
	"I'll be careful. I promise."
	Arnold sat back down on the bench. His cock hung down on the seat,
across to the edge and then over the side like some sexual slinky. His
balls lay on the red vinyl covering looking like a bean bag that had just
been tossed there. Billy held his hand up to the head of the cock and
batted it gently. It swung back and forth. Arnold enjoyed the man's
playfulness. He grabbed the end of his cock and pulled it out straight.
	"Let's see how big we can make it."
	Billy shot him a quick look to see if he was serious. The look in
Arnold's eyes told him of the heat and passion that was growing within him.
	"I haven't cum since last night," Arnold said. "Usually I try to do
it at least twice a day."
	"I'll see what I can do." And with that he took the head of the
huge cock from its owner and raised it to his mouth. Arnold watched
intently as Billy slowly moved it closer. His hot breath was already
causing the blood to rush to the shaft. He could feel that delicious ache
he always got when he was going to get really hard begin to creep up his
cock as every little capillary filled and expanded. Billy stuck out his
tongue and brought it to the slit where the drops of fluid clung. He
touched it and a shudder ran through Arnold's body accompanied by a low
moan. Billy loved the salty flavor, clean and fresh. The boy's cock smelled
of man, of exercise and sweat, of sex. He knew this smell and felt it
working on his mind. He felt himself becoming very hot for this boy and
finally surrendered himself to the idea that, before this stud left town
the next day, he would have this magnificent cock up his ass.
	Every time Billy's tongue touched the head, lapping up the now
constantly flowing fluid, Arnold would shudder and moan a little
louder. Finally the cock was rigid enough to stand out by itself. Billy let
go and let it float in front of him. It bobbed and weaved with the beat of
Arnold's heart. The head was large and dark, the veins along the shaft
becoming more pronounced as the blood continued to pour in. He opened his
mouth very wide and took the head in. Arnold gave a great cry and grabbed
Billy's head with both hands.
	"Suck my cock, Billy. I want you to suck me hard."
	Billy's own cock leapt and a small amount of cum leaked from the
slit. His head began to spin. He thought, "Shit. I'm gonna cum and I
haven't even touched myself. This stud has got me hotter than I've ever
been in my life. I hope I don't pass out and miss all the fun." He flicked
his tongue across the tip of the head of the cock and wormed it into the
slit.
	"Aw, yeah! Oh, Billy. Yeah. Oh, shit that feels good. Oh you know
what feels good, don't you. Ooooh. . . Ooooh. . . Man! Make me feel good,
Billy. Suck my cock like a man, Billy. Shit. Ohhhhh. Yeah. Make me cum."
	Billy very slowly sucked the rest of the head into his mouth,
running his tongue all over it. When he had worried the head so that it was
a deep, rich purple he took it out of his mouth.
	"You figure it's gonna get any bigger than this?"
	"Billy, I don't think I've ever seen it that big. I'd be afraid if
it did."
	"I think it's time to measure it. You wanna do the honors?"
	"No thanks. I'm really enjoying you touching me. You go ahead."
	"Lie down on the bench, Arnie. I wanna see this thing stickin'
straight up in the air."
	Arnold lay back with his hands behind his head. He looked down
across his chest and stomach and watched as Billy took the tape and slowly
pulled it out next to his rigid cock. He turned the tape so Arnold could
see the tally. When he got up to the ten inch mark he stopped, as if the
climb had worn him out. There was still a considerable amount of shaft yet
to be measured, not to mention the head, itself.
	After a short break to admire this huge member, Billy continued to
pull the tape up. Eight-and-a-half. Nine. Nine-and-a-half. Ten. He had just
passed the bottom of the head. Ten-and-a-half. Finally the silver body of
the tape measure cleared the tip. Eleven. Eleven-and-a-half. Billy weakly
sank to his knees. Arnold reached over and tousled his hair. He had a
feeling that the man had made a choice he wasn't too sure about.
	"You just do what you want. Billy. I'm not into hurting anyone."
	With that he grabbed hold of his own cock with both hands and
squeezed it real hard. The head turned a dark purple and oozed a
considerable quantity of pre-cum. Slowly he raised his torso to the upright
position, all the time holding onto his own cock. When he was upright again
he slowly bent forward, leaning over the head.
	"Shit, man. You gonna do what I think you are?"
	To answer, Arnold opened his lips and stuck out his tongue,
extending it towards the droplets that clung to the head of his massive
shaft.
	"Aw, Arnie. You're gonna make me cum just watching you. I've never
seen anyone lick their own cock before. Shit. I'm gonna cum."
	Arnold looked up at Billy. "I've always wanted to know what I taste
like. I figure if you like it, it must be good."
	"You mean you've never done this before?"
	"Nope."
	With that he lapped his tongue across the slit, licking up the
moisture there. A great shudder ran through his body, causing him to sit
up. Billy moaned as well and grabbed his own cock in a desperate attempt to
control his own throbbing member. Arnold pulled his tongue in and savored
his first taste of man juice. He looked at Billy's throbbing organ and
wondered if another man's juice would taste different. He then let it go of
his cock, laid back on the bench and took the barbell.
	As he began to pump he told Billy, "My third favorite thing in the
whole world is sex." Billy's cock began to really hurt. Arnold lowered the
barbell, inhaling as it went, and then started pushing it back up
again. "My second favorite thing in the whole world is working out."
Billy's cock leaped, he moaned loudly, unable to control his reactions. His
eyes were glued to the young man's bulging pecs. Again the bar was lowered
to Arnold's chest. He made a minor adjustment to his hand hold and began to
press it again. "My favorite thing in the whole world is sex while I'm
working out, Billy. While I'm working out."
	Billy needed no more encouragement. He stood up and moved around
between Arnold's legs,
	"Arnie? I don't want to surprise you so I just thought I'd let you
know that I'm gonna suck your beautiful, huge cock until it turns inside
out. Is that okay with you."
	"Thanks for the warning, Billy. You just go ahead and do that. You
just suck my cock and I'll pump these pecs up real big for you, okay?"
	"Shit!"
	Billy knelt down between Arnold's legs and stared at the sight
before him as the boy continued to press the barbell into the air. The
scrotum, pulled up against the base of the cock, still allowed the huge,
bloated balls to hang down and touch the bench. He put his hands under the
sack and raised it up. Arnold spread his legs even wider and his virgin
asshole became visible. Billy extended his index finger and moved it to
come in contact with the sphincter muscle. He wouldn't penetrate, only toy
with it. He tickled and flicked it, causing Arnold to squirm and moan. At
least he thought he was moaning. It was hard to tell the sexual moans from
the grunts of exertions. Billy was getting hotter. His cock was so hard it
ached like it had never ached before. He longed to stick it in that
beautiful asshole, but knew that something like that would have to be
discussed away from the bench press. He hoped, prayed, that it would be
possible.
	Arnold felt the man lift his ball sack and figured he knew what he
would be looking for. He wondered what it would be like to have a real cock
up his ass. He wasn't sure he would like it, but didn't know. As Mr. Ridell
had said, "You can't spit it out unless you taste it, first." Maybe. Maybe
not. If it was right, he'd know. Meanwhile he enjoyed the feeling of the
man's finger as it prodded and played with him down there. He knew what a
finger felt like down there and wouldn't mind that. He replaced the barbell
and took a few breaths before speaking.
	"Hey, Billy. You gonna suck my cock or just diddle with my asshole
all night?"
	"Sorry, man. I was just day dreaming."
	"That's okay. You want to stick your finger up there, it's fine
with me. Makes me cum harder."
	"Shit!"
	Arnold leaned over and picked up the two free weights. As he lay
back on the bench, one in each hand, Billy raised himself up and lowered
his mouth over the tip of his cock again. Arnold, who had just begun to
lift the two weights, exhaled quickly and lowered them again.
	"Billy, you're going to make this real interesting."
	Billy had his mouth full. Arnold renewed his efforts and Billy
slowly took more and more of the huge cock into his mouth until it pushed
against the back of his throat. He then withdrew and returned. Arnold
growled as he lifted the weights once again. His biceps and pectorals were
straining as he forced himself to concentrate on completing each rep
despite the distraction of Billy's mouth. Just when he thought he had the
rhythm down, though, Billy ran his finger back under the scrotum and found
his asshole again. Without much hesitation at all he drove his finger
in. Arnold screamed and his arms fell to his sides. Billy froze in
horror. He hoped he hadn't really hurt the boy. He'd just gotten so hot
that he forgot himself.
	Arnold took two real deep breathes. "All the way, Billy. Stick your
finger in all the way. Make me cum. I gotta cum, Billy. My balls are
aching. Suck me and make me cum."
	As Billy pushed his finger in further he felt his own cock begin to
throb with a very familiar feeling He couldn't believe it. He was about to
cum, himself.
	"Arnie. I think I'm gonna shoot here. You're making me too hot. I
gotta shoot."
	"Do it on me, Billy. I love cum shooting on my pecs. Let me pump
'em up real big for you Billy. Then you shoot on me, okay?"
	"Make it quick, Arnie. I'm already dripping. Oh yeah,
Arnie. Christ. Look at you. Man you're so big, so hot. I gotta grab my cock
and shoot. I'm pullin' outa your ass so I can shoot, Arnie."
	"Shoot on me, Billy. Shoot your wad while I pump. I want to feel
your cum splatter on my pecs, Billy. Come on, Billy. Cum."
	Billy stood up between Arnold's legs and grabbed his own cock. He
began pumping it and within seconds the flow began. He aimed his cock at
Arnold's pecs as the boy continued to lift the weights. Billy arched his
back and moaned loudly. He was so turned on by the sight of this beautiful
boy and his enormous cock which was now flat against his stomach and
reached well up towards his swelling pecs.
	"Oh, God, Arnie. I'm cumming. Unh. . . Unh. . . Unh! Oh, Shit. Oh,
Fuck. Oh. . . Unh. . . Unh. . . Oh. Oh Unnnnnnnh! Unh. . . Unh." Shot after
shot of hot cum flew out of the end of Billy's cock. He tried to aim
carefully and was pleased when several of the globules splattered squarely
on the young man's pecs.
	"Oooo. Billy. Yeah. Oh, man. Oh, I love that. Yeah. More. Oh,
man. Don't stop. Oh, your cum is so hot. On my pecs, man. Yeah. Oh. On my
pecs. I'm pumping my pecs for you, man. Shoot it on me."
	Billy kept cumming until he thought he would fall over, this boy
had driven him to such a state. He had never felt so completely connected
with a partner before. And they hadn't even been touching! This kid was
outrageous.
	He looked down at Arnold, covered with puddles of his cum. The look
on his face told Billy he was aware of what he had done. This kid actually
knew what his effect had been. Billy's heart was pumping hard, but it was
also ready to break. He felt the first tremors of love for this beautiful
boy. Could he be orchestrating that, as well.
	He followed Arnold's gaze down to the boy's cock. A steady stream
of juice was now flowing out of the end of the shaft. There was a look of
frustration on his face that begged Billy to give him some relief. Billy
knelt back down between his legs, grabbed the huge cock with both hands and
pulled it back up towards his mouth, There were a few tricks he knew as
well and he was going to pull out all the stops.
	He started at the bottom of the shaft and began nibbling the back
of it all the way up to the head. He licked all the juice off the shaft on
the way down and then continued on to the scrotum. He took each huge ball
and sucked it into his mouth, running his tongue over the surface and
teasing it to give up even more juice. The flow at the head increased
dramatically. Arnold's moans and growls drove him on. He worked his way
back up to the top of the shaft, licking and nibbling and biting and
teasing. The closer he got to the head the louder Arnold's reactions
became. His hips began to buck and rock and his muscles began to tighten
and tense.
	Arnold renewed his efforts to curl the weights. He loved the
feeling of the strain and the pump.
	"Your. . . finger. . . Billy. . . Give. . . me. . . your. . . finger. . . up. . . my. . . Aaaarrrrrgh!"
Billy's finger rammed home and Arnold responded by bucking his hips
violently. The two free weights came crashing together over his chest. He
lowered them and began to curl them again, his huge muscles exploding in
size.
	"Aaaaarrrrgh! Unh. . . unh. . . unh. . . unh. Billeeeeeee!
Oh..... oooooh..... OOOH! Oh, my pecs hurt so good. Oh shit, Billy. Look at
my biceps. Christ, there so biiiiiiaaaaaaa! Oh, make me cum, Billy. Make my
whole body cum. Suck me, Billy. I wanna cum. Ooooo, suck it good, oh
yeah. Oh yeah. Give me your finger hard, Billy. Oh, that's good. Oh, I'm so
hard. I'm sooooo hard. Shit, my pecs hurt. You see my pecs, Billy? You see
how big you're making 'em get? Suck me, Billy. Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. Here I
cum. I'm Cumming! I wanna watch, Billy. I wanna see
me. . . I'm. . . Ah. . . Ah. . . Ah."
	Billy pulled his head back as he felt the first load of semen
travel past his hand which was wrapped tightly around the shaft. It seeped
out and drooled down the side. The next shot fired out of the head and
arced across the room. The next few shot straight up and landed back on
Arnold's rigid abdomen. Billy watched as Arnold's body contracted and shot
load after load. He realized he was so turned on by the boy's orgasm that
his own cock was still completely rigid. He had one finger up the boy's
ass, the other was holding onto the monstrous shaft for dear life. His own
cock was rock hard and aching as though it hadn't been a mere moment or two
since his last orgasm. He found himself getting dizzy. He was so drained he
couldn't think or see straight. This kid was pure sex, his energy feeding
off Billy's own.
	Arnold continued to convulse and shoot for a very long time,
entreating Billy to continue to ram his finger up his ass. He also was able
to muster the strength to bang the free weights together a few more times,
his huge pecs filling with more and more blood as he pumped them up larger
than he had ever seen them before.
	"Oh, Billy. Suck me now. Suck me dry. Let me shoot in your
mouth. Suck me."
	Billy dove down on Arnold's cock and began to suck and lick as
though the last drink of water in the world were at the end of this huge,
hot, blood-engorged straw. He wondered if it would ever get soft again.
	"Suck me, Billy. I'm gonna cum again. Just a little bit
longer. Suck me hard, Billy."
	And, though it didn't seem possible, several more loads of jiz
rocketed up the giant shaft and splattered against the back of Billy's
throat. The taste was incredible. Salty and sweet at the same time. The
huge head filled his mouth and he ran his tongue all around it, licking off
every single drop of the precious liquid.
	"Oh, Billy. Yeah. You're so good. Man. You are so good. Suck me
until I'm soft. okay? Just keep sucking me until I'm soft."
	The gigantic shaft slowly softened. Billy lowered his head to
Arnold's abdomen and finally allowed the still enormous head to slip out of
his mouth. He pulled his finger from the boy's ass and Arnold sighed. Both
men were breathing heavily. Arnold was still holding the free weights,
although he was unable to lift them even once more. He allowed them to slip
out of his hands and fall the few inches to the carpeted floor. As soon as
the weight was dropped his arms sprung up across his chest, his pecs
contracting. They were enormous. He flexed his arms and his biceps ached as
they stretched the skin of his arms. Arnold and Billy knew that this state
would not last for long, it was just "the pump"; that feeling usually
equated with cumming. Only this time the link between the two was closer
than either had ever experienced before.
	Billy looked up across Arnold's abdomen, semi-flaccid cock and
blood-filled pecs. He could almost cum again. He had never been this turned
on in his entire life. What was this kid doing to him?
	"Rub your hand on my pecs, Billy. Feel that?"
	Billy placed his hands on each of the engorged muscles. He could
feel his heart beat, he could feel his breathing. But there was something
else. A vibration. It was like holding a finger gently against a guitar
string when it is plucked. Like a buzzing. This kid was tuned into
something Billy didn't understand. It kind of scared him, but he didn't
think any harm would come to him.
	He held his hands on the pulsating muscles for a few more minutes,
staring up into the beautiful boy's face. Billy knew Arnold was just
enjoying the feeling of his hands on him. Billy was enjoying the feeling of
the flaccid cock pressed against his chest. He again began to think of the
rigid shaft slowly sliding into his ass.
	"Are you still thinking about me fucking you?"
	How did he know? Nothing Billy had said could possibly have hinted
at this desire.
	"If there was ever someone I really wanted to fuck my ass, it's
you, man. You've made me feel hotter and sexier than I've ever felt in my
life. It's like you've got some sort of energy that's feeding me. I feel
linked with you. You know what I mean?'
	Arnold smiled. Something had definitely changed when he had made
love with Sam. It seemed every time he had sex with someone it became more
intense. His need to experience all aspects of this was driving him to
higher levels of involvement, taking his sexual partner with him. He looked
at Billy and a need arose in him. There was something Arnold was curious
about. He had tried to concentrate on what Billy had been doing to his
cock. Now he wanted to try some things himself.
	"Billy?"
	"What's up, Stud?"
	"You think you could muster one more hard-on?"
	"No problem there, man. I never lost the first one. Look at
me. I've never had a hard-on that hurt like this." Billy grabbed his own
cock and squeezed it, almost sending himself into a swoon. "What you got in
that crazy head of yours?"
	"I just got the notion that I'd like to try giving you a blow-job."
	"Shit, man. You are something else. Damn. Look at me. Already I'm
starting to leak."
	Billy stood up between Arnold's legs and showed that, indeed, his
beautiful cock was beginning to ooze pre-cum juice as it jutted straight
out from his lower abdomen.
	"Would you mind if I gave it a try? I've never given one before."
	"Arnie. You are the first person to ever ask my permission. Where
do you want me?"
	"I figure right here on the bench would be fine. That okay with
you?"
	"I'm all yours."
	They traded positions and Arnold stood between Billy's legs at the
end of the bench. He pumped his pecs up big and Billy's cock leapt.
	"Shit, Arnie. You gonna split your skin you keep that up. You gonna
make me split mine, too."
	"I just wanted to give you something to think about in case I
didn't do this right. If the blow-job's messed up, maybe you can think
about these and you'll cum anyway."
	"I don't think you have anything to worry about, Arnie."
	Arnie's gaze moved to the man's groin and saw that his
blood-engorged member was leaking fluid onto his abdomen. Arnold knelt
between Billy's legs.
	"Don't expect me to go pumping any iron. I wanna be able to
concentrate on what you're doing."
	"You just do what you need to, Billy. I'm gonna give this a try."
	Billy leaned back and closed his eyes. He felt the boy take his
cock in both hands and pull the head towards his mouth. He knew he was
getting closer because he could feel the hot breath. He felt it on the
head. Then he felt it on the top of the shaft. Then he felt it as it slowly
crept down to the base and then onto his balls. Nothing else, just hot,
humid breath. And already he was breathing hard and his hips were making
small pumping motions. Suddenly the boy's tongue darted out and attacked
his balls, sending a flurry of sensations whirling up his spine. He thought
the top of his head was going to fly off. The attack continued until he
couldn't stand it any longer. And then it got worse. Or better. One after
another the two balls were sucked into the boy's mouth and licked and
heated with his breath. Billy tried to raise his head to watch but found
the effort too overwhelming.
	His cock was just as hard as it had been before shooting the first
time. It ached and he longed to have Arnold's mouth sliding up and down on
it, but he didn't know how to form the words to ask. The room was spinning
and his balls were swelling. He managed to reach up and grab the barbell in
the stand to hold on to something substantial. It was like drinking too
much, too quick and then lying on the floor and feeling the world spin
around you. Only this time there was no alcohol, no drugs, nothing but this
unusual young man with a sex drive that seemed to be limitless. He even had
enough to share with others.
	The boy began toying with his asshole but the way that he did it
was far more stimulating. As he flicked and toyed with the rim of his
rectum he would give little twisting motions that sent him spinning
around. He spread his legs wider and entreated him to enter. The boy wormed
his way up and in, slowly spreading the edges of the tight muscle.
	Now the boy's attentions returned to his cock. With excruciating
slowness he began a maddeningly insistent nibbling and biting process that,
by the time he reached the top, had driven Billy to a very agitated
state. His hips were bouncing and his cock began swelling with yet another
promised orgasm. As Arnold's mouth reached the top it tentatively tasted
the small amount of juice that was evident there. Obviously this was the
first he had encountered because it took him a while to acquire a taste for
it. Finally he decided he could stand it and began to suck the shaft into
his mouth. And that's just what he did. He clamped his lips around the
shaft and sucked as hard as he could, slowly letting more and more of it
enter his mouth.
	The pressure this was building up in Billy was too much to take. He
reached down and grabbed the boy's hair and pulled his mouth off his cock.
	"You bastard," he said hoarsely. "Are you trying to kill me? What
the hell are you up to?"
	"Just returning the favor. Should I stop?"
	Billy just fell back on the bench and waved his permission. If this
was going to be the end, then so be it. It had been a good life, and he
would die a happy man.
	Again the mouth consumed his cock, picking up where it had left
off. The ache in his balls became more pronounced. The cock went deeper in
his mouth. It reached the back of the boy's throat and just kept on
going. All the time the suction was kept up and the boy's tongue kept
lapping at his cock. When his lips had reached the root of the shaft he
opened them and his tongue snaked out and licked the top of the scrotum.
	Immediately his balls began to shoot cum up his shaft. His scream
came out of nowhere. A fire ran to the tip of his shaft and then exploded
outwards. He saw stars, tried to get a good breath of air, failed and
passed out.
	Arnold continued to suck until nothing else came up the shaft. The
cock went limp almost at once. He looked up at his friend and wasn't the
least bit surprised to find him out cold. His breathing seemed normal
now. Arnold thought he should have said something when he noticed him
holding his breath for so long. He guessed he had just forgotten to
breathe.
	After a few seconds Billy began to surface. His head lolled back
and forth, his eyes tried to focus on different things. Several times he
tried to lift his head and say something but nothing came out and his head
fell heavily back onto the bench. Arnold stood and walked around beside
him. He helped him sit up and encouraged him to put his head between his
knees. This seemed to work until he became alert enough to realize that he
was staring at his own cock. Although flaccid, it was unusually thick and
distended. What the hell had happened?
	He sat up and took his aching organ in his hand. He shot Arnold a
look that was both piteous and sexually charged.
	"I think that will probably go back to normal. Just like my
pecs. See?"
	Indeed his pecs seemed to have diminished in size. They were still
quite striking but it was apparent they had just been filled with so much
blood that they had swelled up like Billy's cock was now.
	"I'm afraid that I made a bit more of a mess while I was sucking
you."
	"Huh?"
	"It seems I came again, all over your nice indoor/outdoor
carpeting. Perhaps the cleaning lady will be able to suggest a cleansing
agent that will remove the stubborn stain." He winked. Billy looked down at
the floor where the boy had been kneeling and saw a large pool of
cum. There was more cum in that one puddle than Billy had shot all
night. This kid was very hot. It was scary.
	"You gonna stay in a hotel tonight?"
	"I guess I was sort of hoping you'd be able to find me a place. Got
any suggestions?"
	"I got a quiet little place out back. Not much on the hospitality,
but it's real convenient to the best gym in four counties."
	"Thanks. I gotta be heading out early tomorrow morning, but I
wouldn't mind getting in a few quick reps before hitting the road."
	"Come on. We got a little cleaning up to do here and then we'll
hose off in the shower room and get us some nutrition. There's a pretty
good all night truck stop a few miles up the road. We can head up there and
drive all the waitresses and gay truck drivers crazy."
	"Sounds great. Where's the bucket?"