OPH-183 Twelve Inches
Twelve Inches
(Book One)
OPH-183
Ophelia Press
Karl Flinders
$1.95
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Excerpt
Chuck stood close to Jud and slipped a hand inside the heavy surgical belt on either hip, palms in, thumbs hooked over the edge of the belt.
“This guy knows his business,” Cal said approvingly.
Chuck took a deep breath and gave a strong tug. As he moved the surgical belt downward a massive cock sprang out from it and hit Chuck in the face. He let go the surgical belt and fell backwards in surprise. The others were too stunned to laugh. As they stood staring at the tremendous cock, dangling half of the way to Jud’s knees, it began to swell with an involuntary erection. They looked on in amazement. The cock stood straight out, revealing the huge balls beneath it.
Fred was the first to recover. He dropped Jud’s arm and stepped away. “Christ!” he said. “This guy’s a damned freak!” The others took their cue from Fred. “His mother must have been fucked by a damned horse,” George Babson said.
“Let’s get out of here,” Fred said. “I don’t want to be with no freaks.” He turned and started away. The others followed. Jud remained frozen where he was, too weak to reach down and pull up the surgical belt that had once hidden his shameful secret. Fred turned back. “Keep taking your showers alone,” he ordered. “We don’t want no freaks taking showers with us.” He disappeared, and the group disappeared with him.
Jud was alone in the clearing, his body wracked painfully by dry sobs. He stared down at the shameful thing that was swelling twelve inches straight out, the head as big as his fist, the shank as long as his arm from wrist to elbow. And below it the balls that should have been on a horse. Fred’s calling him a freak was only what he had been calling himself since he was ten. His father had never said anything to him about it, but when he was twelve his mother had gotten him his first surgical belt. “I think you better wear this,” she had said, and he hadn’t asked her why. Already he’d been carrying books in front of him before they had any homework from school, and he’d explained it by saying he liked to read. Oddly enough, he’d begun reading the books. He nearly exhausted the tiny library that was open once a week in their town, so it was no lie. But it had been because of the shameful bulge that he’d started carrying the books. And as if the cock weren’t big enough, every time he brushed against it he got a hard on.
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