Eleven-and-a-half: A Fantasy Of Great Length by Ray Wilder Chapter 7: 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 distribution by this archive and personal use by the individual downloading the file, are reserved. Inquiries regarding publishing rights for this book should be directed to: raywild@aol.com ======================================== When he was ten years old, Arnold's parents got a membership at a local pool so they could get him out of their hair. His presence was a constant, painful reminder of their obligation to each other, so they made several efforts to find a way to get the reclusive boy to occupy himself away from the home. This gave his parents additional time to abuse each other without having to put up with that nasty feelings of guilt they experienced when doing it in front of, or with, the child. He was big for his age and could sometimes hang around with kids several years older than him. He was also a beautiful child and attracted the attention of many of the older teen-age girls at the pool, at least until they found out how old he really was. He also attracted the attentions of women many years his senior. Arnold didn't realize what was making women pay attention to him. His soon to be monumental cock was still in the developmental stage but was beginning to give outward signs of its future proportions. He knew that it was larger than that of his friends from comparing during gym class showers. Several of his friends had brought the size of his cock to his attention and ever since then he had made a point of casually looking at other men's crotches to try and determine if his was out of the ordinary. His cock had an embarrassing tendency to become hard for no reason he could discern. Sometimes just riding his bike to the pool would trigger an erection and he would have to spend long periods of time in the locker room before it would subside enough to be able to appear in public with his bathing suit on. He found he could make his hard-on go away quicker if he did something. He would go to the bathroom and into one of the stalls. After closing the door he would grab hold of the tops of each divider with his hands and hang from them. He would then lift his legs off the ground and begin to "climb his dick" as he called it. He would allow his legs to lower while clasping them together around his cock. Then he would spread them, raise them up to his chest and clasp them together again, repeating the process. After a few minutes of this he would get the funny feeling in his balls and the strange sensation would shoot up his shaft as though something should shoot out of it, but it wasn't there. Soon after this his hard-on would subside and he would feel comfortable about going out to the pool. One day about half way through the summer he arrived at the pool with an especially demanding erection. He went into the locker room and started to change but realized, when he attempted to put on his swim suit, there was no way he was going to fit it over his boner. In fact, it looked larger than usual. It certainly hurt more than usual. He resigned himself to "climbing" and went to the bathroom. He hung his trunks on the hook on the door and sat down on the toilet. Something was different this time. He grabbed the shaft and felt it. It was warmer than usual. It also felt real good to just grab it like that. As he slid his hand up to the head a tremendous sensation shot through his body and made him shudder in excitement. He slid his hand up and down the shaft a few more times and thrilled as the wonderful feeling rushed through his body. He grabbed his balls with his other hand and began massaging and rolling them around. They were tender and had a feeling of pressure inside them he had never experienced before. They felt heavy, too. He reached up, grabbed the tops of the dividers and lifted himself off the toilet by bending his arms. A strange warmth immediately spread through his upper arms and down through the muscles along the sides of his chest. He raised himself up until his upper arms were parallel to the floor. It was then that he noticed that the muscles on the tops of his arms were bulging nicely. He held that position as long as he could and found that the wonderful feeling in his cock was getting even more intense. He began to slide his dick through his legs as he usually did, but this time he paid close attention to how the rest of his body felt. The muscles along his sides seemed to be doing a lot of the work of holding his body up and he began tensing them. Indeed, his body raised and lowered with the effort. He also noticed a wonderful tightening in his abdomen each time he raised his legs to slide them down the length of his now tingling cock. His arms began to hurt, but as the pain increased so did the feeling in his cock. He became light-headed and found himself loosing track of the world around him. His whole body began to shake as muscle fatigue set in. Just when he thought he couldn't hold himself up a second longer his balls seemed to contract and a rushing sensation, as though someone were pulling his soul up through the end of his cock, rolled up the inside of his shaft and a thick, gooey liquid erupted from the end of it, shooting out and up, splattering on the door and walls of the stall. He couldn't help himself. He let out a loud scream that came as much from surprise at what had happened as from the incredible sensual release he had experienced. He continued to try to hold himself up towards the top of the stall because the feeling in his arms and sides and chest and stomach was so wonderful. Even the feeling that he couldn't do it any more had an delicious quality to it. He dropped down onto the seat of the toilet, his chest heaving, he leaned back against the tank and stared at the ceiling, trying to gather his thoughts. Something like this had never happened before. None of his schoolmates ever mentioned gooey liquid flying out from their cocks. No one ever told him how good it would feel, either. He wasn't too worried. Anything that felt that good had to be right. He looked around the stall and saw his emissions stuck to various surfaces. He rolled off a bunch of toilet paper and wiped off all that he could find and flushed it down the toilet. Arnold took his cock in his hands and examined himself, trying to see if any damage had been done. Visually it looked pretty much the same, but everything felt different. Everything. The whole world. He didn't know if this had to do with the fact that his cock was so much bigger than the rest of his friends or if the feeling in his arms and the rest of his body had caused this wonderful thing to happen or what. As he contemplated this his cock began to grow again. This was another new development. Before, once had been enough to get rid of the hard-on. But it seemed that whatever had happened had also increased his body's appetite for this wonderful feeling. He tried to hold himself up off the seat again for another "climb", but his arms were too tired. He knew, however, he wouldn't be able to leave the bathroom until his condition changed. Then he remembered how good it felt just to rub his hands up and down the shaft. He began doing this and the incredible feeling in his balls started again. He cupped his scrotum in his other hand and rolled the wonderful orbs around in his palm, between thumb and forefinger, squeezing ever so gently, lightly rolling his fingers back and forth across them. His cock began to tingle again. There was little doubt that whatever he was doing to his cock was making it feel better, so he continued. Something took over his actions and told him to pump the shaft faster. His hand moved up and down with increased speed, but soon the skin of his shaft started to get irritated. He thought that a little lubrication would solve the problem, so he spit into the palm of his hand and spread the wetness along the shaft. This seemed to do the trick, but he needed more. He spit again, but there was precious little there. What else was slippery? Soap. There was a shower stall directly across from the toilet. Maybe there would be a bar of soap there. He stopped pumping for a moment, held his breath and listened to see if anyone else was in the locker room. He heard the sound of people swimming, diving, a couple of obnoxious children taunting each other and splashing around, but no one seemed to be in the room. He stood up, grabbed his swim suit and opened the stall door. A quick peek around assured him of his privacy. He dashed across the room and into the nearest shower, pulling the curtain closed behind him. There, in the dish, was a small sliver of soap. He turned on the water and allowed it to get hot. While he was waiting for the temperature to stabilize he got his hand and cock wet and then began sudsing up his penis. His hand slipped up and down the shaft smoothly and he increased his speed, as that seemed the only thing that made his hard-on feel better. He stood under the spray of water, allowing it to run down his back, and pumped his cock harder and harder. Within a few moments that incredible feeling of pressure began to build up again and then he felt the start of another wonderful release. His body took over and his hand flew up and down the shaft which was getting bigger and darker and the head of it was starting to swell up as though it would explode. If this whole thing didn't feel so good he would have sworn there was something wrong. He noticed that if he tensed the muscles of his body really hard while he was doing this the level of sensation would increase dramatically. He also noticed that when he did this, other parts of his body began to feel as his arms and stomach had in the stall a few moments ago. He pressed his arms against his side and his chest muscles began to burn, especially along the bottoms of them. They also bulged a bit, making it look like he had boobs, like a girl. He had never touched a girl on the breasts before, but he had seen many examples of what breasts were around the pool every day. He wasn't sure if this was how girls got boobs, but he knew that boys didn't have them, so it scared him a bit. Still, it felt very, very good. Something else began to happen. As the pressure increased his hips began to pump back and forth, counter-acting the movement of his hand. The faster his hand moved, the faster his hips contracted, until his whole body was a flurry of movement. He began to grunt and moan and tried to control his voice, but things seemed to be quickly getting out of control. Again his balls contracted and that same rushing sensation flew up his cock. Within seconds he was shooting another incredibly luscious load of pearly white substance against the wall of the shower stall. His hips continued to pump and he had the greatest urge to squeeze his cock hard as though he were milking it with each movement of his hand. He forced several more drops of the stuff out of the end of his cock, each time sending a shiver up his spine. The stuff dripped to the deck and was washed down the drain by the falling water. He leaned back into the stream and let it run over his body. Every nerve ending was sensitized, reacting to each drop of water as though it were a needle being shot into his skin. The light in the room seemed to be exceptionally sharp and bright. He could hear sounds of activity in the pool that he had not noticed before. The smell of the chlorine and his own body filled his nostrils. His taste buds clamored for stimulation, as well. He noticed the stuff he had just shot out of his cock clinging to the wall of the shower stall. He reached out and took some of it on his finger. It was stringy and sticky, almost like rubber cement. He rolled it around between his fingers and the stuff clung to his skin. His mind said that this had come from his cock, were piss came from. His tongue said it wanted to know what it was. He raised his finger to his mouth and was about to place it on his tongue when one of the children he had heard out by the pool came bursting into the locker room and made a beeline for the toilets. Arnold, momentarily distracted, decided against being this adventurous and washed his hands and the wall of the shower off, instead. He rinsed the soap off his cock, being very careful not to stimulate it too much for fear of generating another hard-on. He could spend the next thirty years in this shower if things kept up as they had. Fortunately his dick seemed to be assuaged for the moment and, although seeming to be a bit thicker and longer than it had previously been (semi-tumescent would have been a more accurate description, had he known the word), at least it would now go into the front of his bathing suit without much difficulty. He turned the water off and slipped his feet through his suit, pulling it up to his waist. He carefully lifted his rather tender balls into the netting inside the suit and then laid his shaft down on top of them. For the first time he noticed how nice his cock felt as it nestled between his two balls. He enjoyed moving things around and trying different ways of having them occupy the front of his suit. There seemed to be a certain aesthetic to having the cock drooping over the balls down the front. He even enjoyed the way it all looked from the outside. He had noticed that most of the older men at the pool wore their cocks this way and, although they had cocks that seemed to be as big as Arnold's, he chalked that up to them being older. He tied the drawstring of his suit, checked to make sure he had cleaned up everything and then stepped out through the shower curtain. The little boy was just getting done going to the bathroom in the stall that Arnold had previously occupied. Arnold wondered if the irritating child would find any interesting substances clinging to the wall and decide to stick his finger in it. He headed out to the pool and started to stroll towards the water. He suddenly realized that everything there was different as well. First of all he got the immediate impression that everyone was staring at his cock. That precipitated the thought that everyone knew what had just transpired in the locker room. Had they heard him shout when he released? Was someone in there spying on him and then running out and whispering to everyone what had happened? Was this something that adults just knew about and could tell by some change in him that he was not aware of? Perhaps it was the way he had his cock in his suit. The next thing he noticed that all the women were. . . well, women. They all had breasts. There was something else that was different, something to do with the lack of a bulge in the crotch of their suits, but he wasn't sure how that all fit together. He started to get that weird, tingling feeling in his cock again, but he was already too far from the main building where the locker rooms were. His only recourse was to dive into the pool. He moved quickly to the water's edge, trying to avoid attracting the attention of the life guard who would chew him out for running, causing him to stand at the edge of the pool to accept the power-hungry jerk's scolding, Arnold's cock growing larger and more obvious by the second. He made it to the pool and dove in. Just as he passed over the lip, he saw the letters in the tile that would seal his fate. He had forgotten where he was in relation to the deep end. A series of one inch square black tiles imbedded in the aquamarine colored cement along the edge of the pool proclaimed his guilt in six inch high letters: "Depth 4 ft. NO DIVING". Before his hands even pierced the surface of the water he heard the whistle blow. The appropriate response to this would be to immediately exit the water and walk around to stand below the omnipotent life guard's perch and receive a tongue-lashing delivered in a voice which could be heard from one end of the pool area to the other. This was meant to not only degrade and humiliate the offender but also to warn other would-be miscreants of their fate should they decide to flaunt the rules as the poor, unfortunate soul before him had. Arnold was not in the mood to walk all the way around the pool at the moment, so he swam over to the guard's position. This break with tradition was enough to incur the wrath of the perched megalomaniac. All the way across he could here the jerk shout. "Get out and walk around. Walk around." Arnold continued to swim as though he was deafened by water in his ears and ignorant of the proper way to pay obeisance to the lord and master of the pool. When he arrived at the edge he rested his arms on the lip of the pool and looked up at the older boy. "I told you to get out of the pool and walk around." "Sorry. I guess I didn't hear you. I must have had water in my ears." "Get out of the water and stand up here." "I can hear you just fine down here. I think everyone can hear you just fine." "That's not the point. You're supposed to get out of the water when I tell you to get out of the water." Arnold sensed this was a definite no-win situation. He knew how much the older boy enjoyed bossing everyone around. Even the adults at the pool dreaded his retributions. But he also was very aware of the huge bulge pressing deliciously against the fabric of his suit. He tried very hard not to give into the incredible urge to grind his hips into the side of the pool. He also became aware of how good holding himself up with his arms pressing down on the drain lip of the pool felt. This was crazy. He was about to be humiliated by this asshole with a megaphone voice and whistle and all he could think about was satisfying the needs of his obviously depraved cock. But there was going to be no way around it. If he didn't get out of the pool and take his punishment like he should voluntarily then the goon would have every right, or so he thought, to throw Arnold out. One way or another he would have to get out of the pool. He hoped that if he cooperated, this whole thing would quickly blow over. But already people were beginning to notice that things were not going according to the rules. Silently a lot of them were on the brave, young man's side who seemed to have the nerve to stand up to the jerk. Arnold kicked his feet, pushed up with his arms. As his crotch came up out of the water it scraped against the edge of the pool, sending shots of energy throughout his body. His skin buzzed, his head swam and his cock leaped in his suit. Although it wasn't completely hard, it did make itself quite obvious to all who cared to look. And they all looked. Including the life guard. "Christ, kid. What're you doing in there? Playing with yourself?" Arnold sensed that the lifeguard was uncomfortable and so enjoyed having the advantage. "What do you mean?" "You got a towel or something you can wrap around your waist?" "Why?" he asked innocently. "Man, look at you. Your suit." Arnold looked down at the front of his suit and then back up at the guard. "Don't you have one of those?" Several adults near them laughed under their breath. Some suspected that the lifeguard had resorted to stuffing a sock in the front of his suit to impress the girls. Here was a boy at least seven years his junior who didn't seem to need any cosmetics to gain the same effect. "Never mind, punk. Just don't go diving in the shallow end again, okay?" "Gee. I'm real sorry about that. No. I won't do it again." "Get outta here, kid." Arnold jumped feet first back into the pool and pushed off from the edge, sending him shooting across to the far side. When he got there he looked back at the guard. He was reaching around behind him and getting his towel which he then laid casually across his lap. Several people were watching him, but most of the women were studying the young boy who had just climbed out of the water with a bulge in his suit that didn't seem to match his age. Arnold continued to notice all the women. Their bathing suits revealed, to different degrees, bodies which, until this time, had not meant much to Arnold. Suddenly the view of breasts and curves and backs and crotches and hair and arms and legs and rear ends seemed to affect him in a way he did not comprehend. He also looked around at the men at the pool. There were far fewer of them, as this was the middle of the week and most were at work. But the ones that were there all seemed to have a certain attraction to the women as well. He turned around and studied the people on his side of the pool and his jaw fell open as he saw something which immediately and irrevocably changed his life. On the far side of the stretch of cement where several people were sun bathing was a playground area with monkey bars and swings and such. Standing at the exercise area, by the chin-up bar, was a man whose muscles were blown up real big. He looked like Arnold had felt when he had tensed himself in the shower. With the man were two women who had real tiny bathing suits on that seemed to make them look more naked than if they had nothing on at all. As Arnold watched, the man reached up and grabbed the chin-up bar and very slowly pulled himself up to it. His arms grew larger. The muscles on the sides of his chest flared out, giving him a massive look. Most interesting of all was his chest. Although he seemed to have rather large muscles there, they didn't look at all like the breasts of the women with him. Instead, they were like massive sheets. As he completed each pull-up his muscles would contract and grow. The women with him seemed very, very interested in his body. One of them even reached up and ran her hand over his upper arm. Arnold could almost feel her hand on himself, as well. The man's big legs must have made wearing a regular suit uncomfortable because the one he wore had big leg holes which allowed the sides of the suit to be pulled up high. This caused the bulge of his cock to be held up in front, making it look very big. Arnold could tell that these women were very interested in the man's body, and especially the bulge in his suit, though he wasn't able to tell just what the interest might be. They certainly liked touching him. This was something that Arnold very rarely experienced. No one at home ever touched anyone else, unless it was to hurt. Later, when Arnold began to learn about sex at home, he would come to realize that even in this the touching was meant to hurt or control. For many years he would equate this form of contact with emotional pain and suffering. However, the thought of someone running their hands over his skin in such an affectionate way as these women were made him all warm inside. If he could make his body look like that, combined with the bulge that he had in the front of his suit, he was sure he could get people to touch him, feel warm towards him, like him. Love him. He studied the man's movements. They seemed to be similar to Arnold's exertions in the locker room. He noticed that the same muscles he had felt working while he was holding himself up were the ones that were bulging on the man before him. Arnold had been aware of exercises from gym classes for a long time. He had just never connected them with a developed physique. He remembered all the different calisthenics that the gym teacher made them do. Suddenly all the stupid exercises and all the achings and groanings came together. Push-ups, sit-ups, leg lifts, pull-ups, running, jumping, climbing ropes, hand-over-hand ladders. Each of these had affected a certain part of his body and had caused it to "hurt". He now recognized that hurt as what he had felt in the locker room. It "hurt" real good. He especially liked the way the man's chest looked. He tried different movements that made that muscle move and found that pulling his arm across his chest was the main way. He did it several more times and realized that it was the push-up that made it feel the best. He wanted very much to go and ask the man how he could make his body look like that, but he seemed to be occupied with the two women with him. Arnold knew enough about adults to realize this was not a time to insinuate himself. Instead he decided to go home and try some of these exercises to see what would happen. He also wanted to know what those muscles felt like. He pressed his crotch against the side of the pool. What would it feel like to press his crotch against the bulge in that man's swim suit. He wanted to feel the arms of the man. He wanted to know the power of them as they crushed him in a huge embrace, the peaks of his muscles on his chest and upper arms pressing into him. He ground himself into the side of the pool and imagined the man returning the motion. Strong, hard arms. Strong hard cocks. Women with breasts and. . .what? If they didn't have a bulge between their legs, what was there. Why were they so interested in the man's bulge? Too many questions. Too few answers. He had no one he felt he could ask about this. And how did you find this stuff out, anyway? He could never ask his father. Every time he tried to get some information out of him the man would grumble and gripe and tell him to go ask his mother. This didn't seem like the type of stuff he could talk to his mother about, not that she was any more cooperative in the information department. He was on his own. He pushed off the edge of the pool and started to breast stroke across. As he did he sensed the strains and tension of each muscle as it pulled or pushed him through the water. Again the chest muscles seemed to work hard and he found that pulling his arms down as well as across seemed to work that great chest muscle. As he pulled himself up out of the pool he studied the effect this movement had on his body. The muscles in the backs of his arms seemed to like that one, especially. By now his mind was so preoccupied with these new discoveries that he had forgotten about the bulge in the front of his suit. He walked across the pavement to the locker room and several pairs of eyes followed him over the tops of their sun glasses. Most of them knew the boy and his age, immediately dismissing the sensual thoughts they were enjoying as illegal and anti-social behavior. Several, though, couldn't avoid vivid thoughts of that beautiful boy with his beautiful bulge and what they would like to do with them both. Arnold was completely unaware of both their attentions and the reasons for them. He quickly threw on his clothes, wrapped the suit up in his towel and stuffed the whole thing in the basket on his bike. He hopped on and pedaled off down the road, noticing how the muscles in his legs really liked to pedal the bike. How the muscles of his butt enjoyed pushing the pedals down. How he could hold on to the handle bars and squeeze his arms together and make his chest muscles hurt real good. Arnold renewed his pedaling efforts, his leg muscles quickly getting that feeling in them that his arms and stomach had experienced in the locker room. He was eager to begin this new exploration The road he was headed down led to a greater destination than home.