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

Chapter 44: Flashback

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

Copyright © 1996. All rights, implicit or implied, except for
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	The door at the end of the hall was opened. Beyond was a small
landing and a set of stairs that led down to an open area about five feet
lower. The space was the size of three good sized bedrooms and was filled
with a superb collection of exercise devices. It was obvious the room was
meant for more recreational activities than were customary with a serious
body building routine. But there was enough gear to keep the serious pump
freak occupied. Certainly Ed and Arnold had found it just perfect for their
high intensity, narrow focused workouts. They mostly accessed the array of
free weights and bar bells. But the room also included a full-blown
universal that sat in the center of the room. They had everything they
needed.
	Two adjacent walls were covered completely with mirrors. This gave
the wonderful feeling of being in a huge, cavernous space; it also appeared
to double the amount of gear in the room. Sometimes, when one of the boy's
was taking too long to complete a set on a piece of gear, the other would
threaten to go across the room and work on the other machine. Nose and
forehead prints smudged the mirror directly in line with the 'other'
machine. This routine had been driven into the ground (and wall) on several
occasions.
	One of the main concerns they had during these sessions was keeping
the energy level up. Especially as they neared the end, it was of major
importance not to let the momentum fade. By the last few sets they'd be
screaming, raving lunatics, jumping around the room, swearing and cursing
and egging the other one on through that final, muscle-bursting pump. Sight
gags, physical antics, sexual enticements. Anything. The important thing
was to stay with their partner through to the end. And they always did. In
the three months they'd been doing this they never once had stopped before
their predetermined goal. And that was why they were so big, so full, so
defined, so ripped, so very, very hot.
	Arnold and Ed grabbed a couple of mats and stacked them in the
corner for the girls to sit on.
	"I suppose there's one more thing you should know about this. We do
this for two-and-a-half hours. We'll take breaks, we'll have some fun. But
this will go on for two-and-a-half hours. If you girls need to leave, if
you get bored or need a break because you just can't stand it anymore, go
ahead. We'll try not to notice as you remove your exquisite bodies from our
presence. But it's best if you don't talk to us until the time's up."
	"Yeah," Ed added, "I'm already getting pretty distracted. If you
joined in, we'd be here all night. Though, now that I think about it. . ."
	"Our minds flow in similar riverbeds, Kimosabee, but it won't make
the biceps bulge."
	"It wasn't bulges in my biceps I was thinking about, Tonto."
	"Wait a minute. Why do I have to always play the Indian?"
	"Because you have the biggest arrow."
	Heather and Sarah were standing in the doorway up on the landing,
gleefully watching these two guys. They could feel the energy of the room
as they looked down over it.
	"Ed!"
	"Yes, Arnold?"
	"Ed. Do you know you have clothes on and I am completely naked?"
	"No, but if you hum a few bars. . ."
	"Strip, Studly."
	"Aye, aye, captain."
	Arnold pointed accusingly at the two women on the landing. "And
that goes for you too, ya scurvy swabbies. Uniform of the day is
skin. Comply or prepare to walk the plank."
	Heather kicked her shoes off and peeled her tight fitting jeans
down over her well-muscled legs. A pair of black silk panties clung
precariously to the curves of her hips. She looked back at the two boys,
smiled shyly and pushed the panties down as well. She lifted her feet out
of the clothing and kicked the entire pile off the landing into a heap on
the floor below. Arnold and Ed stood dumbstruck as they stared at the scene
of beauty that hovered above them on the landing. Arnold slowly brought his
gaze around to Ed, noticed he still had his pants on as well and nudged him
with an elbow.
	"Pssst. Ed."
	"Huh? Oh yeah."
	He removed his pants and briefs and the four naked bodies drank in
the beauty before each of them. Sarah broke the spell by starting down the
stairs and going over to the wall were the mats had been stacked. Heather
followed.
	"If you guys think you're going to get us that easy, you're very
wrong. We've told you already. We've come to watch you guys work."
	"Come on, Arnie. Let's get sweaty. We'll deal with those two
later."
	And that was the last word said on the matter for the next
two-and-a-half hours.
	During that time Arnold and Ed focused harder on their work than
they ever had before. Partly because of their meeting the next day and
partly because of the women. Although they never connected with Heather and
Sarah directly, they were constantly aware of their presence. They flexed
harder, pushed harder, worked harder, and got harder. Before they were
fifteen minutes into the session their cocks were as adamantine as steel
pipes. Arnold's cock was putting on an especially fine show, drops of cum
dribbling from the head. As he would force himself through rep after
mind-blowing rep his cock would swing back and forth and Ed would
occasionally grab it causing Arnold to scream in ecstasy. He was doing a
set of Scott curls and kept swinging his hips back and forth so that his
huge member would beat against the framework of the stand. Later Ed was
bent over a set of curls sitting on the bench and would knock his arm
against his aching erection as he drew his forearm up for each rep.
	Several times the boys heard moanings come from over on the
mats. The women were heavily involved in stroking their hot, pulsing clits
to orgasm. They were obviously trying to be quiet, but the sounds of their
efforts only served to drive the two muscular studs on harder. They'd whoop
and holler and dance around the room, picking up weights and tossing them
back and forth.
	At one point Arnold called Ed a wimp for not being able to complete
a rep. Ed got really pissed and threw another twenty pounds on the already
loaded free weight. He sat back down on the bench and began to curl
it. Each rep was agony. His huge bicep shook and wavered under the
effort. As he brought the weight up to the top of each rep he'd scream,
exhale and slowly lower the weight to begin the rep again. Arnold was
screaming at him, jumping around, his huge dick waving back and forth
before Ed's face. He cursed, he shouted encouragements. He told him he
loved him and what a hot body he had and he wanted to suck Ed's cock as
soon as he finished just three more reps.
	"All the way. Now two. Two more and you're gonna cum. Up. Up. Come
on, asshole. One more. God. Look at your arms. You're huge, Ed. Look at
those biceps. Come on, Ed. All the way. All the
way. Yeah. Yeah. Push. Push. Oh, yeah. Now the other arm. That's right. You
can do it. Push. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. All the way, wuss. Push. That's
it. Five. Fooooouuuuuurrrrrrrrr. Yeah. Thrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeee. Twooooooooooo. All
the way. Twooooooooo!"
	"Asshole!"
	"Onnnnnnnnnnnne. Come on. Come on. I wanna suck your cock, Ed. Make
that arm burn. Burn. Go. Go. Oh, yeah!"
	Ed dropped the weight to the floor. It bounced loudly and rolled
away. Ed straightened up and looked his friend in the eye. His breathing
was deep and labored. His upper arms were glowing, the muscle pressing hard
against the skin.
	"Suck."
	Arnold dropped to his knees in front of Ed and took him deeply into
his throat. Ed screamed and grabbed the top of Arnold's head which bobbed
up and down five times and then quickly pulled away from the end of the
cock. Ed leaned quickly back, bracing himself with his arms behind him and
jabbed his thick, erect cock in the air as several powerful shots of cum
spewed from the head. Two loud gasps came from the peanut gallery.
	Later, Arnold was doing some standing curls with a barbell and
about one hundred sixty pounds. His huge biceps were exploding, thick veins
pulsing across the surface of the huge, flexing muscles. In the middle of
the set Ed crawled up in front of Arnold, shouting encouragements and
epithets and then grabbed his huge cock which was being beaten with the bar
each time Arnold lowered his arms. Ed pulled the long shaft of rock hard
flesh down along the boy's thighs and began to lick and suck the head.
	"Oh, fuck. Oh, yeah. Suck my cock. Suck me. Ah, stroke that
thing. Suck me good. Suck it. Aw, I'm gonna cum, Ed. Make my big balls
cum. Cum. Cum. Cuh. . . cuh . . . cuh. . . cuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh!"
	He never stopped pumping the weight, never slowed for a second. As
he grimaced and groaned and cried out in orgasmic relief the bar slammed
against his chest. Ed let go of his cock and it flew up and wacked Arnold
on the stomach. Ed pressed it there and cum flew out of the head and
splattered all over Arnold's body. He screamed in agonizing ecstasy and
then went right back to pumping the barbell again, his cock not the least
bit softer.
	Several times they stopped and went over to the water cooler in the
corner. The hardest part of this whole thing was not looking at the two
stunning, naked women whom they could not possible forget were sitting on
the mats in the corner. They would drink their water and stare right into
each other's eyes as if trying to catch the other glancing over in the
woman's direction. But except for noises of physical involvement between
the two women and an occasional "Oh my God" or some such, the women held to
their end of the bargain.
	They had been sitting next to each other on the mats and had given
up any pretense to academic interest in the techniques behind these two
hunks' phenomenal development. Their bodies quickly began to ache with
powerful physical longings and their hands had moved slowly, purposefully
to their clits and the fingers had sought them out to satisfy their
cravings. As the two guys pumped up their arms, becoming larger and larger,
sweatier and hotter and hornier and sexier, Sarah and Heather went beyond
the point where mere masturbation was going to suffice. Sarah moved to
Heather and began licking and sucking her nipples. Her hands pressed and
squeezed the two mounds of flesh and Heather began moaning. Sarah worked
her tongue against the nipples until Heather was squirming down onto the
mats. Heather grabbed Sarah's head and slowly pushed it down until her
toying tongue was flitting across the small bush of pubic hair that crowned
her vagina.
	Sarah repositioned herself between Heather's legs and spread her
lips apart with one hand while seeking out Heather's clit with the
other. Heather's hips bucked and her hard, rigid abdomen contracted as
Sarah found her mark. She lowered her face and her tongue slowly flicked
back and forth across the fine pile of wiry hair before her. Heather was
already moaning. When Sarah's tongue came in contact with the hooded bud of
her clit she slammed her hips up against Sarah's face and grabbed the back
of her head, forcing it deep into her crotch. Sarah began to lick
furiously, matching the speed and ferocity of Heather's reaction. Within
seconds Heather was writhing on the mats, her head flinging its long brown
hair around. She cried out several times and then her cunt let loose with
waves of orgasmic contractions. Her breasts heaved and swung back and forth
on her chest, the firm mounds of flesh sporting hard, lengthy nipples that
ached mercilessly. Her own hands grabbed her breasts and yanked and mashed
and squeezed and pressed them in an effort to over-stimulate them and
contribute to her orgasmic release.
	Her final contraction shuddered through her body and she quickly
dove for her friends crotch. She was a madwoman. Her hungry mouth hunted
for and found Sarah's clit and she sucked and sucked on it until Sarah's
hips were bouncing up and down. Sarah quickly reached her moment and
pressed her breasts together, raised them and began running her tongue over
their surface, her fingers pinching and twisting the nipples to generate
even more stimulus. When she had exhausted her own climax she pulled
Heather up on top of her and the two women began grinding their hips
together, their breasts together, their mouths together. All the time they
were watching out of the corners of their eyes as the two men in the center
of the room worked their biceps, triceps, deltoids and forearms until the
surfaces of them were covered with a network of veins and arteries and the
masses of muscle beneath were swollen so hard that even when they were at
rest they looked like they were under maximum stress.
	About fifteen minutes before the end, the two boys loaded up four
dumb bells each with one hundred-sixty pounds. They had just finished their
last set of tricep curls and the backs of their arms were exploding with
mass. They took two bars each and walked to the center of the room. Facing
each other, they began matching sets of side lifts. Their already
over-taxed deltoids ballooned to massive size as they straight arm lifted
the weight slowly to shoulder height fifteen times, staring each other in
the eye, saying nothing. The only sound to be heard was their heavy
breathing, the clanking of iron plates and the occasional grunt or
moan. When fifteen reps were finished they removed twenty pounds from each
bar and did it again. And again and again until they were down to the bare
bar. It couldn't have weighed five pounds but their deltoids were so burnt
out it looked like they were lifting five thousand. Their thick traps and
deltoids bulged hugely on the tops of their shoulders and along the sides
of their necks. Their faces flushed deep red. As their arms raised to
shoulder height again and again their whole bodies shivered and shook as
the muscles they worked threatened to fail at any moment. On the fourteenth
rep of this last set Arnold's left arm began to shake
uncontrollably. Something resembling a smile grimaced onto Ed's face and he
pressed, pressed, grunted and pressed his arm up to victory. Arnold held
still for a moment, regained his control, and then pressed his arms to full
height as well. As he reached the upper limit of the rep he beamed
success. They lowered their arms to their sides and prepared for the final
rep. Ed dropped his gaze to Arnold's cock. Arnold zeroed in on Ed's. They
slowly began the final rep. Five pounds. One more time. Their muscles
exploding into huge mounds, the surface covered with veins. They
ached. They screamed. They began to grunt in unison as they pulled their
arms, step by step, into the air once more. Their grunting got louder, the
frequency and pitch increased. They each took one step forward, bringing
the heads of their massive cocks in contact with each other and their
bodies jerked upright as they were overcome with orgasmic rapture. They
shot their cum onto the cock and thighs of the other, screaming and moaning
as they held their arms suspended in the air, the five pound bars still
clenched in their quivering, shaking hands. As the last throes of ecstasy
wracked their bodies they threw themselves together, tossing the bars to
the sides, and embraced each other with all their might.
	The two woman sat against the wall. They had been too stupefied by
this last session to do anything but stare while their fingers
unconsciously whipped them into climaxes of their own. As the two huge men
had thrown themselves together each of the women had achieved climaxes that
caused them to press themselves against the wall of the room with such
force that they began to stand. Further and further up the wall they drove
themselves until there was too much pressure on the mat they were standing
on and it slipped out from under their feet and went sailing across the
room towards Arnold and Ed. The girls fell to the mats below and the flying
mat caught the boys at the ankles and off balance. They came tumbling to
the ground as well and all four of them lay there, their bodies
exhausted. None of them moved for some time.
	The women recovered first. In fact, it would be some time before
either Ed or Arnold were in any shape to travel. Sarah crawled the couple
of feet over to Arnold and stared down at him.
	"Is the two-and-a-half hours up?"
	Arnold nodded weakly. Heather crawled over and joined the
group. She sat back on her haunches just above Ed's head.
	"Yup. That's some technique you guys have got. Seems to me there's
gotta be an easier way to get your rocks off, though."
	Arnold and Ed laughed weakly, their lungs still trying to heave in
huge amounts of oxygen.
	"Do you guys get off like that every time?" Sarah asked.
	Arnold shook his head and spoke weakly. "Nope. What usually happens
is the one that is able to finish the set with the least number of slips
and groans gets to choose the follow-up activities,"
	"Follow-up?" Heather asked innocently. "Oh. Right."
	"So what happened this time?"
	"I don't know, Sarah. We've never finished that one. When we got
down to the last weight we didn't know what to do. That's why we went to
the empty bar. If we'd gotten past that one I guess the next thing would
have been empty arms. I know I couldn't have done fifteen of those."
	"Arnold usually wins. But I was damned if he was going to have all
the fun tonight. So what's it gonna be, buddy. Do we go for the final set
or call it a tie?"
	"I guess we should let our guests call the shots. We have to be
hospitable, after all."
	"How about it, ladies? What's it gonna be?"
	"You guys don't look like you're in any condition to do anything at
the moment."
	"I wouldn't say that, Sarah. Look at their cocks."
	They were both stiff. They lay erect on the hard, ridged abdomens
of the two boys and pulsed with their exaggerated heartbeats. Heather and
Sarah looked at each other and nodded. They stood up, straddled the two
guys, Sarah over Arnold, Heather over Ed, reached down, grabbed their
respective cocks and lowered their moist, muscular cunts down onto the
massive shafts. Heather looked over at her friend who was having a
wonderfully difficult time impaling herself on Arnold's thick, lengthy
prick.
	"What's it like?"
	"Uh. . . unh. . . unh. . . oh, so big. So big. Oh, my
God. Yes. It's. . . so. . . thick. . . unh!"
	Heather slowly lowered herself onto Ed's sizable cock, humming with
ecstatic energy as the shaft pressed hard against the walls of her hot, wet
vagina. When they were both down on the shafts as far as they could go they
looked at each other. Heather gave the signal.
	"On your mark"
	Arnold's head shot up. "What the hell are you two up to?"
	"Get set."
	"Oh, no!"
	"Arnie, I think we're gonna die!"
	"Go!"
	"Oh,
shit. Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. . . Oh. . . Huh. . . Huh. . . Huh. . . Huh. . . Huh. . . Huh. . . Huh. . . Oooo. . . Ah. . . Yeah. . . Yeah. . . Oh,
yeah. . . Hunh. . . Unh. . . Unh. . . Oo. . . Oh!"
	The sounds of four voices climbed the scale of ecstasy and became a
choir of screams and moans as the two women drove their lovers to another
shattering orgasm. The huge cocks within them pressed deliciously against
the walls of their vaginas and they were soon flooded with a hot, sticky
liquid mixture of their own orgasmic juices and the modest amount of cum
that the two guys were able to contribute to the cause on such short
notice.
	Heather and Sarah appeared to be able to send their bodies soaring
up and down these hot, thick shafts of flesh all night. But the efforts of
the afternoon were catching up with Arnold and Ed and they quickly began to
soften. The women reluctantly allowed their cocks to slip from their grasps
and contented themselves with nestling themselves between the thick
muscular thighs of these two exhausted, extraordinary males and licking and
sucking on the beautiful, long, flaccid cocks. Instead of arousing them,
the two boys dozed. Heather and Sarah went into the bedroom, got some
blankets and pillows, came back and covered up the naked bodies and curled
up beside them for a short nap.
	Arnold rolled onto his side and draped his arm over Sarah's side,
curling around behind her spoon fashion. Her heart beat quickly as she felt
him press his long, limp shaft into her ass and the huge, exploded muscles
of his arm pressed into her breast. She lay her own upper arm over the top
of his and snuggled his hand against her breast. The finger of his hand
slowly, lazily, sleepily twirled around her rock hard nipple. He breathed
deeply as if asleep, but his hand seemed fascinated with her breast. It
stroked and caressed her, tweaked and flicked her nipple, fondled her,
cupped her, and drove her wild. She kept squirming back harder against the
phenomenal cock that she felt pressed against her, but it remained
inactive. She was getting hotter.
	Sarah slowly raised her upper leg and reached down between with her
other arm. She hunted around, stretched and searched and finally found the
head of his cock. It was still so thick, so heavy, so long. She pulled it
between her legs and slowly, gently began feeding it into her cunt. It went
in several inches as she worked her abdominals in an effort to make her
vagina carry the limp shaft further within her. She seemed to be making
progress without disturbing its owner. She was able to get it in far enough
where her internal muscles took over and drew him in further. Suddenly
Arnold's arm moved. It slowly slipped off her arm and behind her then his
hand was on his shaft. He shifted his position again and began feeding
himself into her. As he did his cock began to stiffen until a good half of
it was inside her. She continued to work her muscles and pull him in
further. He got harder, longer, deeper and then he gave one final little
thrust, draped his hand over her arm again and fell back to sleep, his
finger again flicking and teasing her aching nipple.
	And there she lay, impaled on the biggest cock she'd ever seen or
known about in her life. It filled her. And she didn't dare move. It was
almost like he was punishing her for trying to steal it. "All right. You
want it, you've got it. Now don't move. I'm sleeping." She very slowly
flexed her stomach and felt the walls of her vagina press ever so gently
around his shaft. He pulled his hips backwards a fraction of an inch and
she froze. After a few seconds he resettled himself within her. "Okay,
fine," she thought. "I won't move. But you're going to have one horny woman
on your hands when you wake up. If you wake up. You'd better not be calling
it a night, stud, or I'll be really pissed off."
	She tried to sleep, couldn't, worked a little more on muscle
control within and finally set up a series of wave motions within her that
seemed subtle enough not to bother him but which sent luscious blossoms of
sexual satisfaction pouring through her body. She kept it going for a few
minutes and felt herself getting damp and tense. Her clit began to cry out
to be touched and she lifted her lower hand to her crotch and buried it
deep down, seeking out the aching nub of flesh and nerves. She touched
it. She flowed. Quietly. Smoothly. Then there was something else. An
additional flow. Arnold's arm tensed around her, the huge bicep pressing
into her side just the slightest bit. After about a minute he let out a
long sigh, his arm relaxed again. He had come, too. He pressed his lips to
the back of her neck and kissed her there. Her heart flowed. She slept.
	Some time later, voices were heard. It was David and Mary. Usually
the four of them would get together in the gym and do a little working out,
a little posing, a lot of talking, laying about on the mats and holding
each other, snuggling, hugging, pressing. They'd flex muscles and feel each
others' bulges and then bodies would begin to press together and Arnold
would gather his sexual energies and off they'd go. They had gotten real
used to this routine, had even worried about becoming addicted to Arnold's
strange aura. So they were a bit shocked when they opened the door to the
room and found their two lovers wrapped up in blankets with two women from
the gym. Mary and David looked at each other and shrugged.
	"Should we join them?" David whispered.
	"We're dressed for the occasion."
	"I don't know if I can figure out at what stage things are at
here. Would it be polite to ask or maybe we can just pick it up as we go
along."
	Arnold stirred and glanced up to the two amazing naked bodies on
the landing. The sight of these two together was always enough to make him
hard instantly. As he was already hard he couldn't help pressing his cock
against Sarah. She was roused and opened her eyes to the same sight. Only
she wasn't as used to seeing it. She'd seen these two around the gym and at
contests; had, in fact, been present when they had captured the
regionals. But here they were, naked, pumped and obviously ready for
sex. David's huge erection swung out from his groin, his heavy balls drawn
up to the base in preparation for some heavy hitting. Mary's vaginal lips
were pouting forward under their thin veil of pubic hair. Her breasts
sported hard, erect nipples that indicated her highly stimulated state. And
here she lay with Arnold's eleven-and-a-half inch cock up her cunt. This
only kept getting better and better.
	David noticed Arnold's squinty eyes. "Howdy, pardner. Looks like
you been out corralling already. You want some privacy or is this an open
invitation branding?"
	"Hi, David. Hello, Mary. Sorry about this. We got done with our
focus work and couldn't move. I guess the girls worried about us catching
cold and got us some blankets." He turned his head around and saw that Ed
and Heather were both awake as well. Heather was slack-jaw-overwhelmed by
the masses of muscles she saw before her. "This is Sarah and Ed's friend is
Heather. That's David and Mary. I'll let you figure out who's who. Ouch."
Sarah gave him a small elbow back in the ribs. "Okay, sorry. David's the
one on the right with the big pecs. Mary's the one on the left with the big
pecs. Okay?"
	He slipped out from inside Sarah and from under the covers and went
over to his two friends. He stretched out his hands and took one each of
theirs, drawing them down the stairs with him. He was excited, eager to
tell them what had happened with Ed and himself. Mary and David were
astounded by the condition of his arms and shoulders. He was huge. Ed had
pulled himself free from Heather and came over to join Arnold. They looked
back and forth between the two boys. Both of them had blown themselves way
beyond anything they had achieved before.
	Mary touched Arnold tentatively on the right deltoid. Arnold smiled
brightly and flexed the muscle even tighter. It bulged and she pressed her
palm into the hard throbbing muscle then let her hand slide down over the
mass of his bicep. This he flexed as well and was surprised and pleased to
see the enormous peak that appeared on the crest of his upper arm. He
turned to the mirrors and popped a full front bicep shot. His arms and
shoulders exploded as he squeezed and tensed until he was shaking with
fatigue. Ed moved up next to him and doubled his pose. He had received
similar benefits from his workout.
	The other four were astounded. At least Sarah and Heather had
witnessed their devastating workout. Mary and David had been involved with
some of their focus work, but were not aware of the extent of this evenings
efforts except by witnessing the results. Mary ran her hands over the tops
of Ed's biceps, feeling the heat rise from it. She pressed into it, knowing
from her own body building efforts the effect this would have on
Ed. Nothing felt better than having a fully pumped muscle handled this
way. She ran her hands over the tops of his deltoids and then down under
his arms to his triceps which were swollen and thick. Even their forearms
were blown up like balloons.
	David was prodding and looking at Arnold. He had, for several
weeks, noticed something vaguely familiar about Arnold's physique. But it
was now, in this incredibly pumped state, that he realized where he had
seen this body before. He turned to the mirror, duplicated Arnold's pose
and there they were. From the neck down almost identical twins. David was
larger in almost every way. But the dimensions, the ratios between body
parts, the choice of developing one group over another; Arnold had been
using David as his blueprint. He was flattered and a little taken aback at
the same time. He glanced up at the reflection of Arnold's face and saw him
smiling at him. There had been no malice in his copying David's body. He
was proud to have made so much progress towards his goal that his efforts
could be recognized. He wrapped his arms around their host's chest and
hugged him vigorously.
	"I looked around at a lot of bodies, trying to figure out how I
wanted mine to look. Nothing came closer to my idea of perfection than
yours, David. I thought I couldn't find a better way to show you how
beautiful you are than to do this. I hope you don't mind."
	"What's to mind. And besides, you're so much further along at this
stage than I was after the same amount of training. You're going to be
pretty amazing."
	David returned the embrace and Arnold kissed him firmly on the
lips. That cleared up the question of what these two girls knew about their
relationship. And speaking of those two girls. . .
	Heather and Sarah were both still huddled on the floor mat, wrapped
in their blankets. They had been totally overwhelmed by the parade of naked
titans passing before them. Their eyes danced hotly from David to Arnold to
Ed. Three amazing male bodies each with huge, thick cocks waving
around. They studied Mary with great interest. They had seen her working in
the gym. They had seen her in competition solo and with this incredible
hunk of manflesh with her. Now they were able to see, up close, what she
was built like. They were impressed. They were overwhelmed. They were
verging on jealous. She was so big, so strong, so solid. She moved among
these men with grace and poise that spoke of a familiarity with all three
bodies that the other women envied. She obviously knew these men very, very
well. Was she going to move in and take them away just when Arnold's and
Ed's bodies were at their largest, most pumped state? They both felt
uncomfortable about showing their developed but hardly comparable bodies
with these four hyper-developed physiques to be compared to.
	Arnold and Ed turned around to their lovers sequestering themselves
on the floor. Arnold had felt something. Ed sensed something from
Arnold. They both knelt down next to the women and kissed them. Mary moved
into David's arms and the two of them embraced. Ed spoke to Heather.
	"If it hadn't been for you two inspiring us tonight, we never would
have had such a great workout. I've never been so driven to accomplish
anything in my life. I'm real glad you decided to stay, Heather. Thanks."
	"I'm the same, Sarah. Your being here put us right over the top. A
workout has never been so good."
	"Come on, David. We'd better split before they start proposing
marriage. After seeing these guys, I've got a few workout techniques I want
to try on you. Upstairs. In our room. Move it, stud."
	"It's not easy being a love slave. Coming master."
	Heather and Sarah watched slack-jawed as Mary actually grabbed
David's huge cock and led him up the stairs and out of the room. The door
closed behind them and laughter rolled back down the hall as the sound of
racing, pounding feet dwindled into the distance.
	Arnold turned back to Sarah. "As you can see, we've had some pretty
incredible inspiration."
	"Yeah. Incredible. Are they always like that?"
	"Like what?"
	"I don't know. Nude. Big. Hot."
	"Pretty much, yeah."
	"Where do you think we get it?" added Ed.
	"Well, Mr. Nude, Big and Hot. Now what?" Heather reached out her
hand from beneath her blanket and stroked Ed's dangling cock.
	"I don't know. Arnold?"
	"I'm starved. Let's see if there's enough to satisfy us in our
kitchen. If not, we can always go out."
	"Out?" asked Ed. "You mean like not eat here. Like doing something
away from this sex prison and torture chamber? That kind of out?"
	"Yeah. I know it's been rough for you. I don't know how you've
lasted this long. . ."
	"After tonight's workout, I don't either."
	"But in light of all the events of today and the opportunities of
tomorrow, I'd say we can blow a little cash and have ourselves a decent
night on the town. I've got thirty-three cents."
	"I've still got the quarter I got from the tooth fairy."
	They looked back at the girls who were shaking their heads in
amazement.
	"You clowns've got this down to a real routine, don't ya?"
	Ed shrugged as if not knowing what Heather was talking about. He
looked at Sarah who was smiling up at Arnold. Her hand was brushing its way
through his hair. She felt Ed looking at her and glanced at him.
	"You two are amazing. I don't think you give yourself enough
credit, Ed. I heard what you said about Arnold out there a while ago and it
was beautiful. But after watching the two of you in action, I can't imagine
either one of you being half as successful without the other. It's really
nice to see that kind of thing between two men. You must really love each
other very much."
	"We do. I do, anyway. I'd hate to think where I would have ended up
if I hadn't run into Arnie."
	"I don't think I could possibly have found a better workout
partner. There were things I needed to work on, to develop. One of the
things was the love. I had to learn how to love. With Ed, I was able to
harness it, learn about it, make it part of me. It's the love that makes
this all so fantastic. You remember what Ed was telling you about the
magic, Heather?"
	"Yeah. I think I saw a little of that earlier. I also felt it. When
you two were heavy into it, it was like you could cut it with a knife in
here. And then when you two. . . er. . . "
	"Came together?"
	"Yeah. I've never seen anything like that in my life. I mean, I've
never even heard of something like that. That was hot. I popped my own cork
just watching you two. Is that what this is all about? The magic?"
	"Ed sees it a bit different than I do. He still figures it's
something that I do to him. I see it more as something that we all
have. When something like that happens, it's because everyone is throwing
something into the pie. I hope you two will stick around so we can share
some with you."
	Heather was a bit reticent but Sarah threw off her blanket and
wrapped her arms around Arnold's neck. He stood up, Sarah hanging from him
like a large necklace. He gathered her in his huge, bulging arms and kissed
her hotly, heavily, their lips smashing passionately together, opening,
tongues attacking, parrying, loving. Arnold dropped his head and pulled her
body up to him and sucked hungrily on her breast. Sarah went limp in his
arms and moaned deliciously. After several moments he set her down on her
feet and went to Heather whom he knelt down before. She was still huddled,
uncertain. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. Turning it
around he pressed her face lightly between his two palms and drew her mouth
to his. She seemed confused. Ed. Wasn't she supposed to be. . .?
	Ed knelt next to Arnold and looked Heather deep in the eyes. When
he was sure she was ready to hear him he spoke. "Go ahead. It really is
magic."
	Heather made a small move towards Arnold but then hesitated. Arnold
waited. He would wait forever. No pressure, no demands. His palms began to
burn hotly on her cheeks. She felt the heat as it suffused her body. Down
her neck, out over her breasts causing her nipples to ache, yearn to be
touched, sucked, fondled. The heat warmed her arms, her chest. It flowed
over her back and down her spine. As it flowed through each part of her
body, she felt an incredible strength grow within her. She tried to
convince herself she was just hot for this guy's fantastic body and huge
cock. After all, who wouldn't be. He was built for sex. This is what he
did, right?
	But the strength and warmth within her continued to grow. It filled
her abdomen and surrounded her womb. It flared as it reached her clitoris
and she moaned in the agony of the wonderful pressure she felt there. Her
legs became hot and thick with the feeling of strength. Arnold lifted the
pressure of his palms on her cheeks and she followed. With no apparent
effort at all she rose up off the floor to a standing position, the blanket
tumbled to the floor, forgotten. Arnold kept his hands on her cheeks but
stepped back and ran his gaze over her strong, muscular body. She seemed to
be glowing with an energy that buzzed within her. He drew close again. "You
are so very beautiful. I want you." And their lips met and pressed and
sucked and they tried to devour each other and their hands were all over
each other. Heather pressed her crotch desperately against his. She felt
his outrageous cock swinging back and forth between his legs. She ground
against it and began bending and straightening her knees, running her hot,
enflamed clit up and down the length of his shaft. Her hands grasped and
groped at the huge masses of muscle that covered his body, her actions grew
more frantic as she became desperate to devour, to meld with this amazing
man.
	Arnold's huge penis became erect very quickly. This woman was
driving him wild. He couldn't stop himself. She was so hungry, so lonely,
so desperate for love and affection and attention and someone to tell her
it was okay to be herself, as she was. He gave her all his love. He
enfolded her with it. Their bodies burned with the power of it. Ed and
Sarah felt it and were caught up in it, as well. Ed stood to one side of
the couple, Sarah to the other. They both reached out and began touching
the couple between them. Touching, caressing, holding, stroking. They, too,
became filled with the heat. It warmed them, strengthened them, raised
their own level of energy until their cock and nipples and clitoris were
fully erect and had driven them together in an effort to feed the fire
within them. Without realizing how it happened, they were suddenly in each
other's arms, their bodies pressing and rubbing and licking and sucking and
kissing and holding and pulling and pushing. Ed bent his knees, clasped
Sarah's fine, firm ass and lifted her. Her breasts came up level with his
mouth and he hungrily devoured them with his tongue. His teeth nipped
lightly at the hard, dark pebble of flesh that crowned each fantastic
mound. He lowered her, impaling her on his achingly rigid cock. She swooned
at being filled so quickly, so easily, so completely. She took him all the
way. His recently pumped biceps began to raise her up and down on his long
shaft and her juices flowed in surprising amounts.
	Arnold had lifted Heather in similar fashion and held her high
while she reached behind her and guided his thick, huge cock inside
her. With aching slowness that made his biceps hurt deliciously he lowered
her onto him. He sensed her limit and then raised her up again. She was
moaning, crying out, her body was shaking with the incredible energy that
was being released within her. She pressed herself hard to his massive
chest, her breasts dragging up and down across his huge pecs, her nipples
pressing into the huge muscles. She locked her legs tight around his waist
and began lifting herself up and down by pressing down on his
shoulders. Her muscles bulged and sang with the effort. Arnold's biceps
exploded with power once again. The energy between the two of them
flourished and expanded until it reached its critical mass and the two of
them were screaming and crying out as they approached their ecstatic moment
of release. Their cries were echoed by those of Ed and Sarah and soon they
were heaving and jumping around the room, driving themselves right to the
limit of their sexual endurance. None of them wanted to reach the top, they
only wanted to continue this incredible climb. But the peak was soon
surmounted and an avalanche of orgasmic power consumed them all, throwing
their bodies together for one final fling around the stars and then they
tumbled headlong through huge open spaces of light and energy as their
bodies contracted, spasmed under the influences of this phenomenal
climactic release.
	Heather strained one last time to drive herself down on Arnold's
cock as hard as she could. This final trip down the long shaft of his penis
sent one final, massive shudder through her body and she collapsed, impaled
deeply. Arnold flexed his arms one last time, raised her up off his cock
and then cradled her in his arms. His eyes scanned her sensuous, sexy
body. Her firm breasts heaved before him as she sucked for air. Two or
three more times her body quivered with the last vestiges of her orgasmic
experience. He looked over at Ed and Sarah. They were both standing,
embracing, kissing, stroking. Their bodies also spoke of intense, complete
satisfaction. He really loved it when it worked out like that.
	Ed caught his eye. They smiled at each other. Ed formed the words
'Thank you' on his lips. Arnold did the same and walked over next to the
other two. He set Heather down on her feet, but she was none to sturdy so
the other three kept their arms around her until she became a little more
connected with reality. When they finally pulled away and let her stand on
her own she was radiant with joy. Her hands were all over everyone. She
wanted to touch everyone, taste everyone. She kissed and hugged them all
repeatedly. It could have been quite awkward had the others not felt
equally as filled with joy for her. Eventually she settled down. She turned
to Arnold one last time and kissed him firmly on the lips.
	"Thank you."
	"Everyone keeps saying 'Thank you' to me. I should say thank you to
you. That was phenomenal."
	"Arnie, you are so full of shit your eyes are brown."
	"Ed, my eyes are blue."
	"Were. How can you stand there and say that you had nothing to do
with that. We all felt it. We all know where it came from. Sure we all
shared in it. I know we all threw into the pot. But you and I know what
would happen if we tried that again with you not here. It's you,
Arnie. You. And you can't deny it."
	All three of them stood there looking at him. He looked at each of
them. Deeply. Warmly.
	"Okay. I know it's me. But for God's sake. You make me feel like
some sort of spaceman or something. Maybe it's only because I've found
something we all have. I get the feeling that all I am is a key. I go
around unlocking things. And I think you're wrong, Ed. You can do it. I
know you can. That little thing you and I had at the end of our focus
session tonight. That was you. I felt it. You've got it, too. So don't
blame this all on me. I may have unlocked you, but you're just as much in
this as I am."
	He reached for his friend and hugged. They kissed deeply. Heather
marveled at the love she felt from this pair. And the love she felt for
them. She was not a religious person, but she knew that because of her
experience tonight she was a changed person. Her mother would have called
it "Being in the thrall of the devil". Heather knew the real reason. Love.
	Arnold's stomach broke the spell by gurgling unceremoniously.
	"Well, I guess that about says it. I really do have a few extra
dollars I've been saving for just such an occasion. I assume one of you has
a car."
	Sarah nodded. "I drove over."
	"Good. Let's see if we can shower and get dressed without too many
distractions. I'm actually starting to feel a little light headed. Food is
definitely on the agenda."
	They all went upstairs and used the large shower in the master
bedroom. Strict hands-off rules were enforced. It was enough for each of
them to just have the other three to look at. Ed couldn't keep from getting
an erection, though, so at the end of the shower the other three all joined
forces and gave him a group blow job. They were not delayed long at all.
	David and Mary were no where to be seen. Arnold hoped they weren't
staying hidden on their account. He had actually hoped that they would have
joined in on the festivities. Sarah and, especially, Heather had seemed a
bit overwhelmed by them, though. David and Mary must have sensed that.
	The four of them cut quite a swath through the evening. The women
decided not to stop home before eating because of Arnold's lightheadedness,
so they wore only T-shirts on top which caused a considerable
commotion. Arnold and Ed dressed their freshly pumped bodies to maximum
effect and together they left a very long trail of hard-ons and stiff
nipples all around town.
	Ed was uncommonly quiet for the rest of the evening. Nothing that
could be described as moody; perhaps contemplative would have been more
accurate. Arnold kept catching him staring at his shoelaces.