Page 58 - Rainbow County and Other Stories

46 Jack Fritscher

He raised his thick arms in salute. The crowd cheered. Sweat I
wanted to drink ran from the inside of his big biceps down into
the twin thickets of his dripping hairy armpits. The Bull may
not have been the biggest stud, but he was big and he was stud.
A General, an advisor from the Potomac, waved at him two one-
hundred dollar bills which easily matched his winnings from Luis
de Aguilar’s Inches Derby, and made him the General’s conquest
for the night.
The Swede, buck-naked against the snazzy color of his tat-
tooed arms, stood alone next to El Cap, who had yet to touch
his inchward cock. The Swede spit in his hand and stroked his
own rod, working his blond beauty for every last micropinch he
could add to his hardon. He stripped his foreskin back, pressed
his thighs into the table, tweaked his hard nipples, slapped his
dick down the length of the yellow ruler, and watched the head hit
square on 13. The crowd cheered. The Swede grinned yeah-yeah,
but he knew it was all he had in him. If there is a hell, it must
be having the goodluck/badluck of a 13-inch cock that’s still not
big enough.
The Swede had no alternative. I’d have done the same thing.
He nodded to Luis de Aguilar who blew his whistle. He spit in
his hand, looked straight into El Cap’s eyes, got his go-ahead, and
did the honors. He touched, actually touched, El Cap’s un touched
cock topping 13 on the ruler. He lifted the cock up, his face
amazed at the cock’s gorged volume-weight, teasing the cock’s tip
with his fingers, stroking the cock’s silo-length, feeling the cock’s
throbbing growth, then finally, El Cap’s cock size so overwhelm-
ing, falling to his knees in front of El Cap, opening his mouth,
his brilliant blond mous tache catching the light, his own big
meat bouncing with lust, wanting the young rebel soldier’s cock
rammed down his throat, begging for his head to be drilled.
The crowd went wild.
El Cap turned to me. I held up three hundred dollars which
was only a fifth of what I was going to win from my bet on his
cock. He winked. Three hundred was okay. He held up one finger
to signal me his intent. Then he dropped his big balls into the
blond’s waiting mouth. His olive dick showed to huge advantage
measured up across the grid of the square-jawed blond face that

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