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

Chapter 57: Arnold

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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	It took a supreme effort, more so than any workout he had ever put
himself through, to just stand there. There had been lust, there had been
desire, there had been soul-searing need. But never, ever had there been
Patty. And every time her lungs sucked in more air and the bottom of her
shirt rose up revealing a flash of flesh, a sparkle of a curve, it felt
like a stake being driven deep into his soul, it hurt so good.
	He had no way to appreciate her beauty, no way to contemplate the
loving, caring spirit that resided in this woman. There was only - first,
last, and only - the sex -- hot, blatant, overflowing sex. And though he
had contemplated this meeting many times over the past day, had fantasized
what he would do with this woman's amazing body and his own when the moment
arrived, he was paralyzed with expectation, overwhelmed with possibility.
	And, it appeared, she was having an orgasm. Right there in front of
him.
	Curious.
	Curious that the word 'curious' should come to his mind. It was a
word he thought might occur to him under other circumstances. So curious
that it should now.
	But it was, indeed, curious. It never occurred to him that
something like that could happen to a woman. He certainly had imagined
having such an effect on a woman, certainly had seen it happen to men,
himself included. If he hadn't known any better, he might say that Patty
was actually swooning.
	And now she was moving towards him with a ferocity, indicating that
what had just happened was just a little blowing off steam. He
instinctively backed up until he found himself against the door he had just
entered. Thank goodness it was closed, otherwise he would have been over
the railing and on the express route to the parking lot.
	Wham!
	He hit the door.
	Slam!
	She was down on her knees in front of him, her face plastered
against his groin, deep breaths pulling the scent of his crotch into her
lungs. Hot breath heating his cock, driving it to a higher state of
readiness, painful in its confines. The sensation of chewing as she tired
to eat her way through the cloth of his shorts. Now it was his turn to
swoon.
	Her left hand moved up his right leg. When it reached the bottom of
his shorts she dug under and continued pushing her hand up the
inside. There was no question as to her goal and Arnold drew a deep breath
as he anticipated the contact. He felt her fingertips touch the
jockstrap. They burrowed deep and made their way into the cup. His own
breathing became labored as he fought down the urgent need to orgasm. She
worked her way around one of his testicles, so sore, so bloated, so heavy,
and found the shaft of his cock. His head spun. He couldn't look down, for
fear he would fall over. He just clamped his eyes shut and began muttering,
"Oh, shit," over and over again. Patty's fingers squirmed and searched in
the painfully cramped quarters of his jockstrap until she located the head
of his penis. He let out a long, low moan at the same time she sucked in a
deep breath. Her grip tightened around the glans, she twisted her wrist to
the right and began pulling on the end of his cock, dragging its length
behind her as she extracted her hand from his genitalic pit. The shaft
rubbed against his balls as it was hauled down his right pant leg. Slowly,
so very slowly, she extended his length towards freedom. Further, ever
further, each unbelievable inch growing rock hard as it stretched to the
bottom of his shorts. And when it was straight, when it had been completely
pulled clear of cup, the thick, rubbery head peaked out several inches,
deep red, swollen, aching, swelling, monstrous, so very, very hard.
	Patty dropped her hand, leaned back to get the whole view, her
breasts still heaving, the intense erectness of her nipples thrusting even
harder against the totally useless, totally devastating T-shirt. Arnold
dared to look down, her head appearing between the massive mounds of his
pectorals. She waited. She just waited.  Arnold knew he wasn't to move. He
knew that to do the very thing he needed to do, grab his cock, touch it,
squeeze it, press it, was wrong. Patty's gaze was locked on the point were
he knew the end of his cock would be. He waited as well.
	And then it began: The heat.
	Slowly, steadily, a hot, roasting sensation began at the tip of his
cock. It spread upwards, centimeter by centimeter. Up the inside of his
shorts, moving inexorably towards his bloated, turgid balls. He could feel
them begin to move in a way he had never felt before. They seemed to be at
once attempting to retreat from and press themselves towards the advancing
inferno. His heart was beating in his ears, deep bass thunders that slowed
as the fire approached. It seemed to take seconds for his heart to crank
out another contraction, sending yet more blood to his already
over-inflated cock. The rest of his body seemed to swell in sympathy to his
aching member and, as seconds dragged on with no sense of their proper
duration, he felt each muscle begin to contract, tense, bulge, inflate. His
entire being became an erection, unable to move, blood pumping powerfully
into every available space. And the heat drew nearer. He felt his cock
begin to pull away from his leg, straining at the fabric of his
shorts. Although he knew it would be extremely painful, he tensed his
muscles there and the cock heaved against the restraint.
	The fire made one final leap towards his balls. There was a loud
ripping sound as the material of his shorts gave way. At the same time his
chest expanded and the tank top, already stretched across the huge expanse
of his ponderous pectorals far beyond the limit of its weave, flew to
pieces, baring his magnificent chest and abdomen. His cock, having found
its freedom, now stood straight out from his groin, the huge glans fearsome
in its size. Arnold threw his arms open against the opposite walls of the
hallway, his head back against the door and cut loose with a roar that
rattled the windows of the living room. His cock jerked mightily in front
of Patty's face and an orgasm of such ferocity came spewing from the huge
slit in the end that he was physically pushed back against the door.
	Patty tried to get her mouth over the head but Arnold's movements
were so violent she was unable to catch him without risking damage to the
back of her throat. Arnold felt her grab on with both hands and attempt to
aim him towards her. She pulled the end of his cock down and was bathed in
a steady stream of hot, pumping cum. He bucked and jabbed his hips as
though he were being electrocuted and Patty's attempt to control him only
made it more intense, stimulating him further. His balls began to ache and
cramp, his muscles began to ache and cramp, and he feared this would drain
him completely. A small corner of his mind laughed ironically. He had spent
all day preparing for this, only to blow it completely the moment he walked
through the door.
	He had, as it turned out, nothing to fear.
	His hips thrust forward once more, releasing a final, powerful
shot, and then he dove for Patty and lifted her in his massive, pumped-up
arms. Another small corner of his mind expressed the wish that he would be
able to recall the ensuing events with great detail, but the rest of his
body told his little corner to go fuck itself and let us run things for a
while.
	Later, much later, Arnold would recapture what had
happened. Certain moments would stand out in glowing, minute detail. Other
moments would only come to him as smears of sight, sound, taste, smell and,
of course, touch.
	Minute detail: A director's chair against the wall of the living
room. Patty is in the seat, curled in a ball. Arnold's huge cock is moving
swiftly in and out of her cunt while his hands press into her breasts. He
feels the point of each of her inch-long nipples jabbing hard into his
palms. He moves his hands, takes each nipple between thumb and forefinger
and gently rolls them left and right. Patty screams and her body contracts
around his cock, sending them both to orgasm.
	Minute detail: Arnold is on his back in bed. Patty glides up and
down his cock above him. Her breasts are dancing as their incredible mass
sails through the air. Her powerful legs raise and lower her body and a
small muscle on the inside of each thigh begins to grow and swell. Patty
throws her head back as she approaches an orgasm and Arnold presses his
thumbs into those two muscles. Patty screams and drives herself down on his
cock, her body shaking uncontrollably, letting loose with a dam break of
fluids that flow down over his balls and soak the sheets beneath him.
	Minute detail: Arnold is on the floor in some room, Patty's cunt
thrust down upon his mouth. His tongue is working feverishly on the
entrance to her vagina and she has her hands and, sometimes, her mouth
wrapped around his cock, She licks it, kisses it, devours it, licks it some
more. She twirls it around in front of her and lets it hit her on the
forehead. Her breasts are pressed against the rigidness of his abdomen and
he begins to flex them. He sits up partially, then lays back down. He keeps
doing this and she presses her breasts into him each time. The nipples are
rock hard and, as she leans to the left to get around the shaft of his cock
to work on his balls one of the nipples slips into his belly button. His
ball enters her mouth and cum rockets up the length of his cock and lands
in the middle of Patty's back.
	Minute detail: They have been supine for several minutes, both
their chests heaving with the exertion of some recent orgasm. He is hard
inside her. She presses her mouth to his and insinuates her tongue. He
opens himself to her and he feels her teeth against his. Her tongue coils
around his, pressing it, tickling it. He opens his eyes and she pulls her
head back to look at him. For a moment he can't tell what she is seeing,
her eyes don't seem to focus anywhere. Finally she zeroes in on his
forehead. She moves up a bit, a few inches of his cock sensing the cool air
outside her body. Her lips lower and, one then another, she places a light
kiss on each of his eyelids. He feels a flowing inside him and gentle tears
run down his cheeks.
	Minute detail: Patty is leaning over the seat of the director's
chair, the back removed. Her hard, firm ass is pointed directly at Arnold's
erect cock which is, in turn, pointed directly at her hard, firm ass. It
has been a long time since he has had a woman this way. And although he
understands the need to be delicate, his body is straining to release a
pent-up fury driven by the wanton, lusting desire of, and for, the woman
before him. As he moves his lubricated shaft towards her asshole he sees a
small mark on her otherwise blemishless skin, just a few centimeters from
the valley that divides the two rock-hard, glorious globes of her gluts. It
is most likely an abortive attempt at a tattoo. Just a single dot, one
needle jab, a design cut short in a flash of realization. What would it
have been? And eagle? A dragon? A bunch of wild flowers on the top of these
gorgeous mounds of muscle? He grasps them in his hands, squeezes them in
his powerful grip and remembers his first. Billy. Patty. How much alike
they are. And now they will have one thing more in common. He moves to her,
presses against her and, with a slow, agonizing groan, moves into her.
	Minute detail: Patty is on her back on the sofa, her legs hanging
off the front, feet on the floor. Arnold is on his knees before her, his
tongue gently lapping at the warm juices that flow from her. Patty is
somewhat pensive, enjoying the low hum his activity is generating. Every
once in a while she runs her fingers through his hair and pulls his head to
her a little more, silently asking him to increase the pressure. When he
has fully stimulated the lips, he begins to raise his mouth, his tongue,
his efforts, until he is seeking out her clit, briefly, haltingly,
seductively, maddeningly. He reaches for her lips and separates them to get
a look at his goal. Droplets of honeyed-dew cling to her and, hidden, deep
under its hood, he finds his goal of joy. He flicks his tongue. She cries
out with a small chirp. He flicks again. The chirp raises a pitch. Two
flicks and he gets two more notes, each successively higher. He flicks hard
and fast, Patty slides up the scale until the tension in her voice can take
no more. She holds the note, exhaling slowly, the sound just a tickle on
the ear. She takes a deep breath and hums again, each tease of his tongue
triggering a little crescendo. He presses in harder and the note becomes
strained, filled with delicious tension. Her breaths become gasps and her
notes become machine gun fire. Her hips press up against his mouth and she
grabs his hair to pull him harder to her. His tongue works faster, spurred
on by her staccato. In her final seconds, she contracts her body, presses
her hands against the sides of his head, pulls him deep against her and
releases a long, high, wailing note that slowly drops in pitch as the
orgasm is wrung from her.
	Minute detail: They are standing in the middle of the living room,
the sound of surf rolling through the balcony door. In turn, they are
flexing their bodies for each other, enjoying the touch of a hand, the
press of a breast, the wet coolness of lips or tongue. They press against
each other just to feel the strength, the power of each other. They pull
against each other, strain, push, fight, flex, feel. Arnold flexes his
right thigh and Patty presses her cunt against it. He squats a bit and
Patty straddles the huge leg. She rubs herself back and forth against him,
her moist cunt leaving a cool trail of juice along the length of his upper
leg. His cock becomes hard and soon is caught between his own leg and
Patty's as she rides back and forth. Arnold takes her breasts into his
hands and holds them, molds them, presses them, squeezes them. His hands
move to the outside of the firm flesh and press them together. Patty moans
and pulls herself to him, riding up to the top of his thigh. Now her
breasts are pressed against his chest and she is toying with his own
massive chest, flicking the nipples, dragging her fingers across the
expanse of his pecs. She reaches behind her and grabs the length of his
cock as it sticks out. Arnold lowers himself to the floor and, as his
shoulders touch, Patty lifts her body, directs the head of his cock to her,
and presses herself down onto him.
	Smear of sight: Muscle. Bulging, burgeoning, bulbous, bulky,
beautiful muscle.
	Smear of sound: Loud screams. Soft moans. Long, drawn out
sighs. Hard, jabbing cries of pleasure/pain. Deep, staggering breaths,
gulping for air.
	Smear of smell: Patty pulling his jock strap out from under her for
the countless hundredth time, diving into it, face first, breathing in so
deeply it adheres to her.
	Smear of taste: The salty, musk-filled taste of his own cum as he
curls around the end of his cock and drinks himself in, mixed with the
taste of Patty's own mouth as she joins him at the top of his cock to help
him.
	Smear of touch: Light tickles. Hard, heavy heaving. The hot, firm
embrace of Patty's cunt around the full length of his gloriously hard,
eleven-and-a-half inch cock.
	And sleep. Deep inside each other. No fears, no misgivings, no
powerful experiences to scare them and keep them up all night wondering
what had happened. Every now and then, a tentative rising to the surface,
pressing into her a little deeper, her muscles contracting around him. And,
once, the soft, whispering flow of a gentle orgasm that neither knew was
there.

	She was doing it again.
	The light tickle of her eyelashes fluttering against his cheek. He
knew not to open his eyes because there would be nothing to see but
hair. As soon as she knew he was awake, she'd stop. He'd wait.
	After a while his hands sought out the deep, flowing muscles of her
back. As his hands ran across them he could see, in his mind's eye, the
exercise used to work each one. Hundred's of tons of cold, hard inertia had
been moved to create the pattern of rippling energy he felt beneath his
fingertips.
	He swept his hands into the hard bowl of the lower spine and then
onto the glorious mounds of her gluts. For the hundredth time he grabbed
them, squeezed them, pressed them, massaged them, remembering his groin
pressing against them in the fury of a bright, blistering moment of anal
copulation. So tight, so firm, so energized, he had only been able to
thrust a few times before the orgasm had ripped through him. Finally, it
was he who had forgotten to breathe. And, like Billy and Peter and many
others whom he had backed his own ass up against, he had collapsed on top
of her broad, muscular back, to be lowered to the floor, his still erect
cock clamped deep inside her. And when he had come back to the surface, she
was still pumping herself up and down his persistent shaft.
	And what room would he find himself in when his eyes finally
opened? He figured it was the bedroom. The surface under him felt very much
like a bed, although he knew the sofa in the living room was a futon as
well. The sound of the waves, the noises of a beach just coming to life
with the early morning activities of joggers and beach combers and the
distant crescendo of traffic, seemed a bit too distant to be coming from a
nearby window.
	She lifted her head. His eyes met hers and a smile flowed onto each
of their faces. He placed his hands on the back of her neck, pulled her to
him and drank her into his soul. She was tender where she needed to be,
formidable and challenging where he needed her to be, alive and fresh where
he wanted her to be. Nothing had been left undone. In the course of it all
they had done everything to each other that either of them had wanted to
do. Each desire had been met with absolute acceptance, each action met with
total compliance. He hoped she was feeling as fulfilled. Only one way to
find out, though.
	"What can I do for you?"
	"Huh?"
	"Is there anything you want to do? Anything. Name it."
	"What do you mean?"
	"I was just thinking how completely satisfied I was. I was hoping
it was the same for you. I don't want to stop until we've done it
all. Everything. I want to be your fantasy. Your deepest, most secret
desire."
	Something stirred in Patty's mind. Something so private, so hidden,
so stimulating, the mere thought of it made her crush her groin against
Arnold's massive thigh. She rubbed herself up and down and he flexed to
increase the sensation.
	"What?"
	Patty smiled mischievously.
	"What is it? Tell me. As long as no one gets hurt, I want to do
it."
	Arnold's cock was growing stiff in contemplation. What covert
reverie could elicit such a reaction in her? She felt him grow and ran her
fingers down the length of his shaft to his scrotum. She toyed with one
ball and then the other, lifted them, let them slide back down into their
sack. Arnold got harder. The suspense was as good as the fact. Finally, she
raised her eyes back to his.
	"Peter."
	Arnold's hips made an involuntary thrust against her hand. He was
almost instantaneously and completely erect.
	"Do you think he'd mind if we called him at this hour?"
	Patty's raised eyebrow put that question in its place.
	"All right. Next stupid question. Do you have his phone number?"
	"It's in my address book."
	"Do you want to call him or should I?"
	"He's still a little iffy on this girl thing. Maybe you should talk
to him and break it to him slowly, guy to guy. But. . ."
	"But. . ."
	"I think we should call him from your apartment."
	"Huh?"
	"From your apartment."
	It took him a moment to figure out what she was really getting
at. Then he remembered the can of spray lubricant, the screwdriver and
wrench, the divider leaning against the far end of Chris's balcony. Of
course Patty had seen all of this.
	"I was kind of wondering when you'd get around to asking about
that."
	"I was kind of wondering when you'd get around to telling me about
that. You certainly didn't waste any time increasing your living space."
	"Chris lost the key to her apartment. The lock on her door requires
a key on the inside and out. So until she could get a new one, it was the
only way for her to get in and out of her place."
	"And now that she has her key. . .?"
	"I suspect the divider will probably stay down. We seem to have hit
it off rather nicely last night. Very nicely. Very, very nicely."
	"I get the drift. Was she the one you thought might be watching us
in the parking lot?"
	"I knew she was. She took lots of photos of me, but I don't
remember seeing any of you." Arnold chuckled. "It's funny. I purposely
forgot my own keys last night so I'd have an excuse to remove your divider,
as well. I should have just let things take their natural course."
	"No keys, huh?"
	"Nope."
	"So you're kind of at my mercy, huh?"
	"Well, I could hop around the divider like I did with Chris, but
that would be very uncomfortable, seeing as I don't have my shorts
anymore."
	"Yeah. Real uncomfortable. So I guess you'll just have to
disassemble my wall as well."
	"Yeah. What a shame. You mind?"
	"That depends."
	"On what?"
	"At the gym on Sunday, after you left, Peter made a couple of
observations that I felt were rather insightful."
	"He's a very bright man. He doesn't give himself enough credit."
	"Peter seems to have been hiding a lot of candles under his
basket. Anyway, one of the things he said was that he got the feeling from
you that there were no barriers between people. It was you and whoever you
were with at the time. Kind of a share and share a like thing."
	"And. . .?"
	"I was just wondering how accurate that was."
	"Like I said, Peter is very bright."
	"And if, say, you happened to find yourself in bed with two women,
each of whom shared a balcony with your apartment, how would you choose?"
	"I wouldn't."
	"But if you had to?"
	"I wouldn't. I wouldn't have to. There's no choice to be
made. Throw Peter in there, too. And Greg. And anyone else you want. I
won't choose. No need. Haven't you ever felt yourself so full you thought
you could take on the world?"
	"Well, last night comes to mind."
	"Exactly. Didn't you want the whole world to share what we had last
night, cry out your joy, wrap your arms around creation and hug it to you."
	"I don't quite see the connection."
	"That's what I want to do. I don't want to hide the love I have for
you in some deep, secret pocket. I want to throw that love around everyone
else; let them share the magnificent experience of last night. You said you
want Peter here. Look at me. The thought of it has made me so hard, it
aches. But why stop there? Why just Peter?"
	"I hadn't planned on a big affair, just the immediate family."
	"That's okay. And I asked you what you wanted. Fair enough. But
after that, what? Are you afraid of loosing me?"
	Patty couldn't answer that, either with words or with her
eyes. Arnold pulled her face back to his. His gaze engaged her and he
silently dared her to answer to the affirmative. Finally she shook her
head.
	"All right. Tell me how this all works."
	"How what works?"
	"Stop playing dumb with me. This. You. Me. Peter. Chris."
	"Don't stop there. There's Sam and Ed. Old friends whom you'll be
meeting soon. And I don't know how long I'll be able to keep my hands off
the guy Chris slept with last night. Don't you see how big this can get?
I'm so proud of what I did with you last night, I want to share that with
the entire world. One or two at a time. And then they'll take it and spread
it. Each time we come to each other, we will be the sum of all those we
will be with before. I have been so very blessed in my life. The trail that
leads me to you here is peopled with such marvelous, loving souls. And each
of them is here, in my soul. I gave them to you last night. And you'll give
them to the next person you're with."
	His face got serious and he stressed his next words with a slight
tightening of his grip on her face.
	"Don't be ashamed of what we have here. And don't be selfish,
either. Because I know you're not a selfish person. Take my love because I
love to give it to you. Give my love because I gave it to you. Bring me the
love of others and share it with me because you love me, and I you, and let
me feel the love they have filled you with. I have loved you this night
because you are so very worthy of it. Please, think the same of all those
whom you have and will share yourself with."
	Patty could say nothing. And after a moment, when she realized
there was nothing to hide and no reason to hide it, she let silent tears
weep from her eyes as she took his smile for her own and hoped she would be
able to understand this fully one day. For the moment, it was enough to
feel the love of this beautiful man wash over her heart and to rejoice in
the ability to know it. She hadn't always considered herself the sensitive
type. She was just beginning to realize how shallowly she had seen
herself. When held up to the mirror of true, uninhibited passion for her
fellow human, her little motherly worryings seemed to pale in
comparison. She had a long way to grow.
	"I think the hardest part of all this is going to be dropping the
'tough broad' persona. I guess it has to do with letting people in, huh?
Really in."
	"Even tougher is letting the real you out. Really out. Every time
you feel yourself fighting to let someone in, look to yourself. You can't
control how the other person reacts. But you can let yourself open up so
they have an easier time. We build our own walls, and they limit not only
other people's movements, but our own as well. I move through other
people's lives because I have no walls, therefore I have nothing to stop
me. But I also respect the fears of others, sensing what I can do to make
their getting to know me easier."
	"You are very easy to get to know."
	"I've built myself that way. I make it so people want to get to
know me on the physical level. Once I've got their attention, the rest is
easy. Their guard is down and I'm inside them before they know it."
	"Sneaky fucker."
	"Yeah, Literally." Arnold's stomach gurgled demonstratively,
causing them both to laugh. "Do you think it's too late for dinner?"
	"Probably just as easy to call it breakfast by now. I can't believe
I haven't even thought of food."
	"I'm not. I haven't had my physical being so wonderfully distracted
in many years. You have filled my needs completely. But now, it's time to
turn to more practical matters."
	"Tell you what. You work at getting that fiberglass piece of shit
removed, I'll whip us up something decent. I heard you knocking those
weights together yesterday before you got here. You must be famished."
	"I'll be all right. Then, once I can get to my apartment, we'll
call Peter, okay?"
	"Mmmmmmm." Patty pressed her full breasts against Arnold's chest,
ground herself against his groin, slid down his body on the way off the
bed, lingering for a moment to spend some time with his huge erection, and
then moved out of the room.
	Arnold watched her leave, the cool trail of her kisses leaving
shivers in their path. As she released his cock it flipped heavily up onto
his abdomen where it slapped down with a solid thump. He felt the weight of
it as it lay on him, the heat of it, the hardness of it. It would be so
easy to keep this all for himself; so simple to just fall in love with his
own body, not bothering to seek anyone else out. He truly loved his body,
felt every moment with it as a glorious gift. But then he would open it up
to someone like Patty and the experience of his body would be multiplied a
thousand-fold. She was so strong. So firm. So determined to enjoy herself
as much as he was. He had wanted to masturbate for her last night, had
wanted her to watch as he sucked himself off, but she had enjoyed it too
much, had gotten so much from his joy, understanding the feelings in his
body, that she was unable to sit by and watch. She wanted so much to help
him, be with him. And in her own way, with her own grand proportions,
understood the physical, tangible ecstasy of having such a remarkable
physical being.
	And now his cock was rock hard. It demanded attention. Should he
wait? Should he call her back in, go to her? Or could he enjoy the moment
by himself, giving himself what he needed, what he could not express to, or
expect from, any other person?
	As he rolled back on his shoulders and curled his body into an
upside down comma, he grabbed the rigid mass of manflesh before him, drew
it to his mouth with one hand and reached for his scrotum with the
other. Balls in one hand, cock in the other, he wished someone would thrust
something deep into his ass. Even onanism had its shortcomings. And,
shortly, he came.

	"Thanks for dinner or breakfast or whatever that was."
	"Better late than never. You want so more juice?"
	"Sure. Peter should be here any minute. I hope he isn't as powered
as he sounded on the phone."
	"Come on, Arnold. How do you expect him to react, getting a phone
call at this hour from you? Besides, he must know that I'm involved,
too. The question is: are you ready to handle him?"
	"All I have to do is remember the past twenty-four hours. I haven't
been this horny since the day I lost my cherry."
	"That's this Sam you were talking about, huh?"
	"Yes."
	During the meal, Patty had given Arnold the message with Sam and
Ed's phone number on it. Arnold felt it a convenient enough time to discuss
that portion of his past and what these two people meant to him. In light
of their previous conversation, Patty had taken it all pretty much in
stride. He had hoped she would, though he had worried that the idea of
these two major influences on his life reappearing right now, combined with
his recent union with Peter, might have put her over the edge of her
tolerance. As it turned out, he had nothing to fear. She seemed to be
enjoying the ever-widening circle of possible sex partners. This amused
Arnold just a little. Never had he met anyone as hungry for raw, unbridled
sex as this powerful, loving woman. Never, that is, except for Sam.
	"You know that Peter knows her?"
	Patty was only half surprised. "Sam? You're joking."
	"Nope. We were comparing notes and he mentioned her. Seemed she
tried to get something going with him before he knew what he was really
about."
	"Wait a minute. He was telling me about her the other day. He said
you reminded him of this lady. Small world."
	"Reminded him? How?"
	"I think you know the answer to that. Besides, that must be
him. You can ask him yourself."
	"I'll get it."
	Arnold pulled the robe closed around him, tightened the cloth belt,
pulled Patty's hand off the head of his cock which was dangling over the
edge of his seat, and headed for the door. He hadn't been very specific
about why he was inviting Peter over, but the odd hour of his phone call
probably gave Peter enough to figure it out for himself.
	"Hi Peter."
	"Hi, Arn."
	Peter was dressed in a pair of cut-offs and a well-worn sweatshirt
from which the sleeves and approximately half the material of the body had
been removed, as well as the collar. The neck had been split open to
halfway down. And under these clothes, his whole body was bulging with a
fresh pump. Everything. Arnold stretched out his arms and gave the young
man a deep, encircling hug. From the feel of him, he had been at the
weights quite recently, and for a fair amount of time.
	Peter had jogged over, not owning a car, and a sexy, moist sheen of
perspiration coated his body. Arnold remembered Peter's hint about Patty's
affection for smells. Yes, Peter knew what he was here for. His chest
expanded with deep breaths. He pressed himself hard against Arnold's body,
one hand reaching between them to stroke the long, thick length of manflesh
which was becoming stiffer with each moment of their contact. Arnold gave
into the openness of the young man and their lips found each other as their
hands explored the hard definitions of their bodies.
	"Can I get you something to drink. You're putting off a lot of
liquids there."
	"Yeah, sure. Some juice?"
	"Fresh squeezed?"
	"Great."
	"Got a nice pump on there. You just come from the gym?"
	"Yeah. I was too wound up after yesterday, so I got there just as
Greg was closing up. Told him I'd take care of locking the door. I hadn't
been home too long when you called. Kinda had to, ya know?"
	"Yeah. I know. Why don't you go into the living room. I'll bring
the juice in."
	"Ah, sure. Thanks. Um. . . Patty there?"
	"Yeah. I'll just be a second."
	"Ah. . . okay. See ya in a second."
	Arnold made himself busy with the juicer, pulverizing some oranges
and demolishing some carrots. By the time he got done it looked so good he
drank it himself, and had to make another for Peter. By the time the second
juice was ready he figured he had given the two of them enough time to sort
things out. He spent a few moments cleaning the machine then headed into
the living room with Peter's drink.
	As he reached the end of the hall, he stopped to listen. There was
no sound. He moved forward a step and saw Peter facing away from him. His
young back tapered wonderfully from broad, promising shoulders down to a
tight, solid waist. The cut-offs hugged his muscular ass, accenting the
curves of those muscles. Arnold could see the definition of his various
muscle groups starting to take shape. He subtly flexed and tensed his own
muscles, remembering what it was like at that age, the pump just beginning
to have real meaning, real effect.
	Peter still hadn't moved, so Arnold took another small step into
the room. Now he could see Patty, who was standing, facing him. She was
waiting for something and her eyes flicked over Peter's shoulder to Arnold,
a slight smile flashing on her face.
	Peter, sensing his presence behind him, said, "You in on this,
Arn?"
	"Depends on what you're talking about."
	"Patty says you two have some sort of agreement that seems to
involve me."
	"Here's your juice."
	Peter turned to take it and Arnold could see that his cut-offs were
fighting valiantly to restrain a raging hard-on. Peter followed his gaze,
looking down at his own crotch. "Guess it would be kinda hard to say I
wasn't interested."
	Patty reached out and lightly touched his shoulder. "You never were
a very good liar." She dragged her fingernails down his arm with agonizing
slowness.
	Peter's eyelids dropped, his head fell back and a long, soft moan
escaped from his lips. Arnold moved to him and ran his hand down Peter's
other arm. Although not massive, the muscle was hard and shapely. He
grasped the bulk of the bicep and tightened his grip around it. Peter bent
his arm and flexed the muscle against Arnold's hand. Arnold knew what this
was about; the feeling of hot, pumped muscle under the strong, firm grip of
another. Arnold lifted the arm up until Peter's hand was even with the
glass of juice he was still proffering.
	"You'd better drink this. You'll need it."
	Peter took the drink. As he consumed it he turned back to Patty who
was still waiting for an answer to a question Arnold didn't know had been
asked.
	"Well?"
	Peter finished the drink, handed the glass back to Arnold without
turning and, when his hand was free, moved to Patty and pressed his young,
muscular body to her. In that moment, Arnold recalled a time, ten years
before, when he had moved into the arms of a woman older than
him. Mary. She had also been so hard, so firm, so loving. And that evening
he had gone past everything he had known about love and physical union, had
found a secret in himself, answered questions about his own needs and life
and then moved beyond Mary to the greatest adventure of all, truly falling
in love. Would Peter receive as much in Patty's loving arms? Arnold hoped
Peter would find in her the ability to love a person regardless of their
sex. For with his ability to read other people, help other people, see the
needs and sense their feelings, Peter was well on his way to being able to
fill other people's lives as Arnold, himself, tried to do. And then
Arnold's job would be a little easier.
	He moved to the other two, dropping the robe to the floor as he
went. Peter seemed not the least bit startled by the amount of naked flesh
that pressed against him. Within seconds, Patty had disrobed as well and
was working on the zipper to Peter's cut-offs while Arnold was pulling the
tattered sweatshirt up over the top of his head. The shorts dropped to the
floor, leaving Peter in socks, shoes and jockstrap. Patty and Arnold each
took a foot and slowly, ritually, removed the footwear.
	Now there was only the jockstrap. Arnold moved away slightly and
indicated this was between Patty and her fantasy.
	"You okay with this, Peter?" she asked.
	"It seems okay, so far. I know it would feel a whole lot better if
I didn't have this thing on."
	"May I?"
	"Please."
	Patty pulled the front of the waistband away from Peter's stomach
and then pulled it down to reveal a raging, turgid erection, painfully
twisted inside the cup. As she lowered it, his cock snapped free and
bounced up and down before him. Arnold could see Patty's desire and
relieved her of jockstrap duty, finishing the removal of the garment.
	"I want to suck your cock, Peter. I really want to."
	"I think it's okay. I don't feel any of the scared stuff like the
last time. Just take it slow, okay?"
	Patty dropped to her knees in front of the youth and gingerly
placed her hands around his shaft. A brief intake of air seemed to be
related to passion rather than pain, so Patty continued. Arnold moved up
behind Peter and pressed his ever-hard cock against the back of his legs
and ass. Peter reached down with one hand and held the top of Patty's
head. With the other he reached up over his shoulder and pulled Arnold's
head to his own. Arnold looked over Peter's shoulder and watched Patty's
progress. She had a firm hold of his cock and was lightly licking the very
tip with quick, flicking motions of her tongue. Arnold pressed harder
against Peter's ass and Peter spread his legs just a little. Arnold's huge
cock swung up between his legs and Patty was now confronted with two shafts
of cockmeat. She wrapped her hands around both of them, pressing them
together. Peter became very distracted and started pumping his hips. Arnold
felt the heat of Peter's cock, the weight of his scrotum as it lay on the
top of his own shaft. He began his own motions, counter to that of Peter's,
and Patty was soon licking and sucking the two men as fast as her mouth
could travel.
	Peter drove himself harder against Patty's mouth and Arnold's
groin. He squeezed his legs together to increase the pressure on the cock
trapped between his thighs. His moans became more labored, more desperate
and, for a moment, Arnold feared that some of the old trouble was coming
back to haunt him. There seemed to be some moment of panic on Peter's part,
a fight for control, but then his internal workings took over and he had no
choice. He was cumming. He was pumping cum into Patty's eager mouth,
pressing her head against his crotch, frantically trying to satisfy
powerful urges so basic to his needs that even his ghosts couldn't fight
them. Arnold leaned over Peter's shoulder again and watched as Patty sucked
the last of Peter's orgasm out of his cock. She was paying attention to
Arnold's cock, as well, but her focus was on their young friend.
	When she had finished, she stood, spread her legs, and pressed
herself hard against Peter, trapping both cocks between her legs, as
well. She gently kissed the youth on the lips. Arnold was not sure how the
youth would respond; thought this might be bringing it too close to
home. But Peter took it all in stride, pressing his kisses back to Patty
with increasing desire and need.
	"Can we go into your workout room, Arn?"
	"It's okay with me. You'll have to talk to the guy who's got my
cock trapped between his legs, though."
	"It's fine with me. Anything particular in mind?"
	"You just come with me, my fine young stud. I'm taking a trip down
Fantasy Lane."
	The three separated unwillingly and moved to the room containing
Arnold's home gym. Peter walked around the central piece of gear, stroking
it, rubbing it, lifting and pulling its various cables and bars. Patty had
opted for the separate bench press. She set a barbell with one hundred
twenty pounds on the stand then sat down on the bench.
	"Come here, stud."
	Peter moved towards her. She reached out and took his cock in her
hands. He was still very stiff and a little manipulation put the hard edge
back on his erection.
	"How you feel about having some real sex?"
	"You mean. . ."
	"Yeah. I want that sweet cock inside me. I can promise you I'll
make it worth your while."
	"I'll give it a try. Never had too much luck before."
	"You never had two hot bodies like ours to get you running
before. Arnie, give him some pec action, will ya?"
	Arnold alternately flexed his pecs and they bounced up and down on
his chest. He reached up and grabbed both nipples, twisting them until they
were sore and inflamed. He moved behind Patty, his still rigid cock
pressing against her back. She squirmed back against it and Peter seemed to
be overcome. He started to sway as he watched the two incredible bodies
before him. Patty gently yanked on his cock to bring him back to
reality. He looked at her, glassy eyed and lustful.
	"I think I need to do something here."
	"What's that, Peter?"
	"I think I need to fuck something. I think I want to do some sex
stuff."
	"Peter? You want to try it with me? You want Arnold to help?"
	"I don't need no help, Patty. I need to. . . to. . ."
	"Fuck?"
	"Yeah. Fuck."
	Patty laid down much lower on the bench than normal to allow Peter
better access between her legs. Arnold took the bar off the stand, handed
it to Patty and then stood by to spot her. Again he remembered another
first time for him. He was on the bench press and Billy had just measured
his cock. And now he was pumping the free weights and Billy was giving him
his first man to man blow job. And Peter was moving between Patty's legs,
grabbing each of her thighs and lifting her until his cock was poised at
the opening to her cunt. He looked at Arnold, then at Patty. His eyes were
filled with the wonder of the sight before him. There was so much awe, so
much desire and lust, leaving no room for doubt or fear. Arnold swung a leg
over the bench, bent his knees enough to bring his ponderous scrotum in
contact with Patty's mouth, and slowly flexed all his muscles until he was
so tight, so big, so ripped, Peter had no choice. His need to pump his cock
against something overtook the last vestiges of doubt. Patty lowered the
bar to her chest, sucked one of Arnold's balls into her mouth, rolled it
around with her tongue for a few seconds, pushed it back out and began to
press the barbell into the air. Her pecs exploded with the effort and Peter
moved his cock forward until he was pressing at her gate. As Patty's arms
became fully extended Peter made his move and slid inside her. Arnold was
ready and quickly spotted the bar until she could get her strength
back. Before she could even regain control, Peter was driving his cock in
and out of her with wild abandon.
	It occurred to Arnold that, though Patty might ultimately be
thankful for Peter's quick work, considering the difficulty she was having
managing the barbell, it might be a shame to have this all end so
soon. Peter's arms were bulging as he supported the weight of the lower
half of Patty's body. His abdominals flexed and rippled as he thrust his
pelvis. Patty took the bar from Arnold and resumed her exercise. Once
Arnold was certain she had it under control he sat on the bench just above
her head and pressed his hands into her magnificent breasts, worrying the
nipples, feeling the power of her pecs, running his hands up the backs of
her arms to increase the sensation in her triceps.
	Again, Peter's cries became desperate, but this time it was a
desperation for release. His head was back again, wagging left and
right. Arnold tried to watch the young man and still watch for Patty's
needs. Her massive, bulging muscles lead him to believe she was in
control. The weight, after all, was nothing compared to what she would use
in the course of a regular session. And she was taking it nice and slow,
enjoying the sensation of the effort, rather than going for some muscular
result.
	Patty, herself, was beginning to moan, and although she probably
wasn't going to cum before Peter, she didn't seem to be lacking for
stimulation. She cursed and cried and groaned as she fought to push the
barbell into the air against the attacks of her lover. The battle for
energy was quickly being won by the lower half of her body and she pushed
the bar up one last time and thrust it into Arnold's hands.
	Arnold placed the bar on the floor next to the bench and sat back
to watch his two friends. What he had thought at first to be Peter's
eminent orgasm turned out to be just the beginning. Arnold sensed Peter's
focus turning from his own driving need to that of Patty's. His rhythm
changed. His speed changed. The power of his thrusts changed and Patty
suddenly found herself being driven up a very quick ramp towards an
explosive orgasm of her own. The surprise of it was as stimulating as the
actual event. Peter was watching her intently. Arnold saw him make minute
adjustments in response to the way Patty was acting. Deeper and deeper,
higher and higher. Arnold's own cock was getting very hard just watching
these two. He thought about cumming, felt it happen in his mind; how
Patty's talented internal muscles would feel on the length of his shaft and
felt the driving need to be deep inside her. Patty reached up and grabbed
his cock, more out of desperation than anything. She pulled it to her
mouth, licked and sucked it and Arnold felt the surge in his balls. He
grabbed the end of his cock, beyond where Patty was holding it, squeezed it
hard and flexed again.
	Peter was watching. He saw Arnold's body explode, saw the massive
cock turn dark red and swell. He saw Patty desperately licking him, raking
her fingernails over the length of it. Arnold could see Patty's abdominals
begin to work as she focused her strength on dealing with the cock that
drove into her. The movements of all three muscular bodies reached a
fevered pitch, a vibration beginning to resonate between them, and then the
release.
	Arnold's cock spewed hot globs of cum across the space between
himself and Peter. Peter felt the hot splat on his abdomen and reacted by
driving his first orgasm into a woman's vagina. Patty, feeling the release
of the two amazing men around her, pushed herself against Peter and felt
the flow of her own lava rumble through her body. She licked and sucked on
the huge cock suspended above her face until she felt the driving actions
of her two lovers subside.
	Peter lowered Patty's body until her feet touched the floor. He
then sank to his knees and leaned forward, laying on Patty's body, Arnold's
cock dangling before him. He teased the tip of it with his tongue while his
hands played across Patty's upper torso. Patty threw her arms around
Peter's chest and held him to her. She gazed up around the shaft of
Arnold's cock and smiled at him. Arnold knew she was thanking him, but also
knew there was no reason. Peter was there because he wanted to be. Peter
had done everything because he had wanted to. And Patty had been loving
enough, unselfish enough, open enough, to allow Peter to go at his own
speed.
	"Hey, Arn?"
	"Yeah Peter."
	"Don't think this gets you out of workout this afternoon."
	"Thought never crossed my mind."
	"And don't worry. We can still be friends."
	Patty was laughing so hard she almost fell off the bench.  Arnold
sank to his knees next to her. Peter stared at them both as though he
didn't understand what was so funny. The other two tried to stop laughing,
afraid they were hurting his feelings. Soon a smug, knowing smirk crept
over Peter's face and Patty grabbed him and pulled him to her.
	They spent the rest of the morning testing each other's strength,
each other's needs, each other's depths, until Patty announced that her
fantasy had been fulfilled.
	Peter and Arnold washed Patty in the shower and then each
other. And it wasn't until just shortly before three in the afternoon that
they all finally made it over to The Pump House.
	Greg was again at the front desk and asked Arnold if he had gotten
the message from his friends.
	"Yeah."
	"They were in again this morning, looking for you."
	"Oh, right. Can I borrow your phone?"
	"You want to use the one in the office?"
	"I guess I'd better. Thanks."
	Patty grabbed Peter's right bicep and pulled him towards the
stairway.
	"Come on, Peter. It's about time the boss lady started tapping into
your expertise. Let's hit the weights."

	"Hello?"
	"Sam?"
	"Arn. Hi. How are ya?"
	"Great. Just great."
	"Where are you?"
	"I'm at the gym. Sorry I missed you. My schedule's been kind of
messed up these first few days."
	"That's okay. . . Your voice is a little lower than the last time."
	"Yeah, I'm no longer a soprano."
	"How are you?"
	"Great. Now. And you?"
	"Great. Now. When can we see you?"
	"Ed?"
	"Yeah. He flew in last night."
	"I know. I saw him on the beach talking to a friend of mine
yesterday."  "When I told him I thought I'd seen you at Norma's he canceled
a show at Ivan's and caught the next plane here."
	"Did I just miss you At Norma's?"
	"Yeah. I guess it wasn't the right place for us to meet."
	"No, I guess not. How about dinner tonight?"
	"Sure. You want to come over here?"
	"Why don't you come to my place. I just moved in yesterday."
	"Sure. What time?"
	"Seven."
	"Okay, Arnold."
	"Ed knows the place. Just tell him it's where he met Chris
yesterday. Apartment six-oh-seven."
	"He told me he'd met someone who knew you. Funny how it didn't
really surprise either of us. You want us to bring something?"
	"Yes. You. Please. I'll see you at seven, okay?"
	"We'll be there. See you."
	"Sam. . .?"
	"Yes, Arnold?"
	"I love you both very much, Sam. You and Ed."
	"Ten years is a long time, Arnold."
	"I haven't changed that much. I promise."
	"See you tonight."
	"Bye."
	"G'bye."

	It had been nothing like he thought it would. So tentative, so
reserved. There seemed to be too much unresolved. But how could he expect a
decade of issues to be fixed by a simple phone call?
	Still, he had hoped it would have been more. . . more. . .
	The tears came unbidden.
	After a while he felt himself move past the pain of his hurt
expectations. It was enough that he would see them again. Once they were
together, once the energy was flowing between himself and all the amazing
people he would gather around him, there would be no more need for pain. He
could feel the circle of his life moving towards closure. Soon, there would
be no more sadness.
	Soon.
	He took several deep breaths, feeling a strength move in and
through his body. Then he filled his life with Patty and Peter for the next
two hours, focusing on the basics and, in doing so, remembering the path he
had been walking.
	And how the path had chosen him.