Melissa Brock And A Cucumber

It was late afternoon, and an irate Melissa Graham was pounding on the door of the Wilson residence. Her finger kept pushing the doorbell and she was cursing nonstop.

Finally, Brock Wilson opened the door and asked Melissa, "What the hell is your problem?"

"It's your fucking son," Melissa screamed as she pushed her way into the Wilsons' home. "Your son is a violent bully, and you need to get him under control."

Brock, taken aback, responded, "Whoa...whoa...whoa...I am not raising a violent son, and he's not a bully. What is your problem with my son?"

Melissa, still in a rage, explained, "Your son beat the shit out of my son. We had to take Timmy to the hospital for a broken nose and bruised ribs. AND HE SAID IT WAS YOUR SON WHO DID IT TO HIM."

Brock was stunned. Brock, a single parent, didn't preach violence to his children and vowed to get to the bottom of this.

"Look, I'll speak to my son, I promise you that, and I'm sorry your son was hurt," he said.

"You'd better do something about this or else," Melissa said.

"Or else what?" Brock replied.

"We may take legal action," Melissa said.

A now annoyed Brock said, "Look, fights between kids happen and sometimes the loser gets hurt. Your son will recover."

"It wouldn't have come to this if your son would not have attacked my kid," Melissa shouted before storming out the door.

Brock's head was spinning. His son Dante was mild-mannered. He was a good student who had never been in trouble. He was a decent athlete but high school was as far as he was going to go, and he knew it. That's why he put so much emphasis on schoolwork.

Several years ago, after his wife passed away, Brock had moved his two children from a rough neighborhood in Oakland to a quieter community in California's Central Valley, where Brock landed a job in city government. Their new town was a mixture of an agricultural and military community. Because of the military base there were a number of black families as well as other minority groups.

The neighborhood where the Wilsons lived was integrated. Although there were differing political viewpoints, people generally got along.

When Dante got home about an hour later, Brock sat him down and asked about the incident earlier.

"Dante, did you beat up Timmy Graham today?" he asked.

Dante didn't say anything, but he nodded his head in the affirmative.

"Son, why? You know we don't condone violence," Brock said. "Haven't I taught you to try to deescalate a situation and that fighting should be the last resort?"

"Yes sir," Dante said in a hushed tone.

"Then why did you beat up Timmy the way you did?" he asked.

"Because Timmy's a racist mother fucker," Dante blurted out.

"Language," Brock said.

"Sorry," Dante said. "He and his friends have made a lot of racist comments, a lot of racial slurs to me for a long time, and I've shrugged it off. But today at lunch I was talking about a school assignment with this white girl that he likes. He came up to us and asked her what the fuck she's doing with this stupid nigger, and I snapped."

"He called you a nigger...to your face?" Brock asked.

"He did, sir," Dante said.

"Well, now it makes sense," Brock told his son. "I still don't like you fighting but I can't say I wouldn't have done the same thing. At some point you've got to make your stand."

He had told Melissa that he'd get to the bottom of the situation, so he headed to the Graham's house.

Brock rang the Graham's doorbell and was greeted by Johnny Graham, a muscular white man who stood 5-foot-11, weighed about 200 pounds. Brock, however, was quite a bit bigger, standing 6-foot-3 and was a very fit 235 pounds. The two men eyed each other down before Johnny invited Brock in.

Melissa, a 5-foot-9 blonde, sauntered into the living room and, in somewhat of a snooty tone, asked, "So, have you spoken with your son? If so, I assume you're here to apologize."

"Uh, not hardly," he replied. "I have discussed what happened with Dante, and I'm actually OK with what he did."

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Melissa yelled as she gets in his face. "Your son attacks ours, puts him in the hospital and you're OK with it? WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE ARE YOU?"

Johnny gets between the two and backs Melissa away.

Brock shoots back, "Hey, your son Timmy called Dante a nigger. He's been making racist comments to my son for a long time and today Timmy finally got what he deserved and got his ass whipped."

Melissa, still enraged, could not believe what she was hearing.

"I don't know how you're raising your son, and I don't really care," Brock said. "But I do know that racism is either taught or it's tolerated. Maybe in your family's case it's both."

Brock turned and headed toward the door, but before he left, he noticed Johnny giving him the evil eye. Brock returned his stare before heading out.

Melissa then called for Timmy to come downstairs. Timmy, his eyes blackened because of his broken nose, entered the living room.

"Timmy, I want you to answer me honestly...did you call Dante a nigger today?" she inquired.

Timmy dipped his head and softly said yes.

"Young man that is unacceptable," Melissa said. "How could you do something like that?"

Timmy said when he saw Dante and Lauren (the girl he likes) talking, he just snapped.

"I've been trying to get with Lauren all year, but she won't give me the time of day," Timmy complained. "And then she's making eyes at that nig...Dante, I snapped. Black guys should just leave our girls alone."

Melissa really should not have been surprised her son harbored these feelings. His father has dropped the N word on numerous occasions in the privacy of their home. Johnny controls his language when in public but knows the code words to get his point across on how he feels about black people. This was one thing she did not like about her husband but learned to tolerate it over the years.

Johnny actually was angry with Timmy, and not because he called Dante a nigger. He was pissed that his son lost a fight to a nigger and soon word would spread across town.

Melissa and Johnny's marriage was on shaky ground and had been for years. At this point, they were together only for the sake of their two children. Along with Timmy, they had a girl, Louise, who was a freshman in high school.

They had been a couple since high school. Neither went to college, nor had they lived anywhere but their Central Valley town. Both grew up in conservative households, but her views had evolved with age, while obviously his did not.

Her circle of friends included people of all races and creeds, while Johnny's friends remained lily white. They definitely weren't in love any more, but they were not hostile to each other. They were cordial and occasionally went out together for drinks or dinner. They had sex maybe about once every two months just to get it out of their system.

The Saturday after Timmy took his beating, Johnny and Melissa were having drinks with a couple friends at one of the local pubs when they saw Brock walk in alone. Melissa had a couple glasses of wine, but Johnny had about six beers and five shots of whiskey in him. He was plowed, to say the least.

Johnny pointed at Brock and, in a smart-ass tone and slurred speech, said to Melissa, "Look who's here. He's probably gonna start bragging about his prize-fighting Mandingo son."

Their friends laughed uncomfortably and Melissa rolled her eyes and told Johnny to be quiet. She was still embarrassed by her son's actions and didn't want another incident.

"Don't tell me what to do," Johnny blurted out. "His son kicked our boy's ass, but I'll bet I can take his daddy."

One of their friends, Jason, tried to calm Johnny down. He said he and his wife Diane knew Brock because she worked in the same office and that he was a good guy. Diane, quietly told Melissa she'd bet Johnny wouldn't last 20 seconds with Brock.

"Look at the size of him," Diane said. "Your husband would definitely get his ass kicked."

Diane then walked to the bar to speak with Brock. She asked if he'd like to join their table, but he declined. She returned to the table, only to get an earful from Johnny.

"I can't believe you'd embarrass your husband like that...hitting on a black man in public," Johnny slurred. "Hey Jason, you need to keep your wife in line."

Jason, in an annoyed voice, told Johnny to shut the fuck up.

"Hey, if you're OK with your wife throwing herself at a nigger, it's none of my business," Johnny blurted out, loud enough for Brock to hear.

Brock turned and glared at Johnny and shook his head before turning back around and watching the TV at the bar. Jason, clearly uncomfortable, walked up to Brock to apologize for his friend. Brock shook his hand and said there's no need. Jason then returned to the table, only to face Johnny's wrath.

"Isn't this rich...now my friends are turning on me in favor of a nigger," a very intoxicated Johnny said loud enough for everyone in the pub to hear.

Brock, clearly angry, approached their table. Instead of making it an ugly scene, he chose to deescalate.

"You know, I tell my children to choose their battles carefully, and I'll practice what I preach," Brock said. But he couldn't resist the urge to remind Johnny about their sons' fight. "My son chose his battle, and it didn't work out to well for your boy. But I'm going to walk away tonight. On that note, goodnight. Jason, Diane, Melissa, I hope you enjoy what's left of your night."

As Brock turned to leave, Johnny said, "Fuck you, asshole," got up and tried to lunge at Brock. But Jason was able to hold him back. Brock laughed and left. Melissa bowed her head in embarrassment while Diane was shaking her head and laughing.

The next morning, Brock was grocery shopping and it just so happened that Melissa was also doing her shopping. Melissa spotted Brock and did her best to avoid him. She was unsuccessful in doing so because they crossed paths in the produce department.

It was an uncomfortable encounter at first. Melissa stammered before finally blurting out, "I'm very sorry about last night. My husband was totally out of line."

Brock did not disagree.

"You're absolutely right, he was a fucking asshole" he said. "But that's not something I'm going to hold against you. He was obviously fucked up. I'm sorry you, Jason and Diane had to deal with that shit. I'll bet he's got a heck of a hangover."

She confirmed it, and said he'd already made a few trips to the bathroom to throw up.

"Well, thank you for walking away...I thought you handled it with a lot of class," Melissa said as she grabbed a cucumber to put in a plastic bag.

Brock also grabbed a cucumber and then let out a light chuckle.

"Something funny?" Melissa asked.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about that grocery store scene from Animal House with Otter and Mrs. Wermer," Brock quipped.

Melissa had a bemused look on her face. "What?" she said.

"You've never seen Animal House?" a surprised Brock asked.

She replied that she hadn't.

"Wow," Brock said. "I don't know many people who haven't seen that movie."

"Well, tell me about that scene," Melissa said.

Brock said no and that she should go home and watch it and then she'd understand.

They then went their separate ways. When Melissa got home, she streamed Animal House. She finally got to the scene where Otter tells Mrs. Wermer, "Mine's bigger than that...my cucumber...is bigger." Upon seeing the scene, she said, "Oh my fucking god, he was hitting on me" and her face turned beet red.

Later that afternoon, Diane stopped by to check on her friend. Melissa asked Diane if she'd ever seen Animal House, and Diane said she had. Melissa told Diane about her encounter with Brock, and Diane burst out laughing.

"I'll bet he does have a big cucumber," Diane quipped while still laughing hysterically. "He's a big man. He's got big hands, big feet, so I imagine things are proportional."

They both laughed. When Diane left, Melissa went straight to the refrigerator and grabbed a cucumber. She caressed it with both hands and let her imagination run free.

The next weekend, Brock decided to take his daughter Monica to a movie, and coincidentally Melissa and Louise were there to see the same movie. Monica and Louise had a couple of classes together and were friendly with each other. There were about three other teenage girls at the movie, so Monica and Louise joined the group and they all sat together in the middle of the theater.

Melissa and Brock, understanding they were not particularly welcome, decided to sit together in the empty back row of the theater.

As the previews were rolling, Melissa whispered to Brock, "So, you still want to show me your cucumber?" which drew laughter from Brock.

"Oh, so you watched it," he whispered back.

"Funny movie," she replied. "Well, is your cucumber bigger?"

"There's only one way to find out," he said.

Melissa looked around the theater and saw all eyes were on the screen. She then lifted up the arm rest between the two, reached over and placed her hand on his cock.

"Whoa," she said quietly as her hand explored the thick, long slab hidden in his pants. "That's, um, wow." His cock dwarfed that of her husband. It was actually only the fourth cock she's held in her hand in her life. The two before her husband were high school boyfriends.

When the movie began, Melissa's hand was still placed on Brock's crotch. Feeling bolder, she unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick and slowly began to massage his huge hard member.

After moments of stroking and caressing Brock's dick, Melissa removed her hand and said, "OK, I'm convinced. Your 'cucumber' is quite impressive. I want to concentrate on this movie now."

They watched the rest of the movie in silence. After the movie, both retrieved their child, said their goodbyes but gave each other a knowing look.

A couple weeks had passed since the movie, and Brock and Melissa had not seen each other, nor had there been any more incidents between Timmy and Dante. Melissa, however, had met Diane for a drink and shared her experience.

"Diane, I did something," Melissa said in a mischievous voice.

"Do tell," Diane said.

"I ran into Brock at the movies...he and his daughter were there to see the same movie as me and Louise," Melissa said. "The girls didn't want us around, so Brock and I sat together in the back of the theater. I brought up the Animal House scene, and then I felt his cucumber."

"You did not," Diane exclaimed.

"Oh yes I did," Melissa shot back.

"And?" Diane asked.

"Let's just say he's not small by a long shot," Melissa said. "I mean that thing is massive."

"Anything else happen?" Diane asked.

"Nope...I felt it, it was huge and we finished watching the movie."

"Anything else going to happen?" Diane said.

"No, my curiosity was satisfied," Melissa said.

"Yeah...right," Diane spouted.

One day, at an annual downtown street festival, Brock was there with his two children and the Graham family was there in full force as well.

When the two families crossed paths, Louise and Monica saw each other and immediately convened. Eventually, they saw their group of friends and off they went. The tension was palpable between Johnny, Timmy, Dante and Brock. Melissa tried to lighten the mood with small talk.

"Your daughter is such a nice girl," Melissa said to Brock, "I'm really happy their friends. They had such a good time at the movie."

Johnny's eyebrows raised when he heard this.

"Movie? What movie?" Johnny asked.

"A couple weeks ago we ran into Brock and his daughter at the movie," Melissa said. "The girls were with their friends, and didn't want us around, so I sat with Brock."

"Oh," was all Johnny said. He was seething inside.

Tensions rose even more when Lauren approached Dante and asked him if he'd like to hang out. The two of them left. Timmy's face turned a bright crimson. He told his parents he was going home, and he sauntered off. Brock, feeling the weirdness of it all, said he's going to get a beer and left Johnny and Melissa to themselves.

Johnny quickly scolded Melissa.

"Hanging out with that..." Johnny stopped himself before uttering the N word where others might hear. "What the fuck's wrong with you?"

"Like I said, we didn't want to intrude on our daughters and just sat together...that's it," Melissa said in a quiet but stern voice. "Now just drop it."

Johnny stormed off and immediately headed to one of the downtown bars. He quickly ordered a double shot of whiskey with a beer chaser. He was very angry with Melissa. He was thinking about how it would look if his friends had seen his wife out with a black man. He had a couple more double shots before returning to the festival.

Brock had run into Jason and Diane, and the three were enjoying their conversation. Melissa saw them talking and joined the group. The conversation was pleasant. Melissa's presence excited Brock, whose cock started to harden. Diane, wearing a pair of dark sunglasses, snuck a peak at Brock's crotch area, let out a sigh and then licked her lips.

Right then, an inebriated Johnny stumbled over to the group, his anger evident.

"What's this? The four of you know planning a double date now?" Johnny spewed. "It's bad enough my wife goes to the movies with this boy, now you two are joining in."

Jason, Diane and Melissa all let out sighs of exasperation, while Brock simply rolled his eyes.

"I'll leave you three to this," Brock spat out, pointing to Johnny before beginning to leave the scene.

Jason told Johnny to chill out and that he was starting to embarrass himself. But Johnny was too far gone to care at this point.

"It's a good thing that nigger's walking away because I was about beat his black ass," Johnny said, loud enough for those around to hear.

There were murmurs and gasps from those within earshot. This time, Brock decided not to walk away. He thundered toward Johnny and delivered a vicious open-hand slap that sent the drunken Johnny to the ground. A stunned Johnny managed to get to his feet and lunged at Brock. But Brock was prepared and tackled Johnny to the ground and held him down. Brock could have pummeled Johnny, but instead he pinned him down and trapped his arm behind his back.

Brock then verbally scolded Johnny as a crowd gathered around.

"Johnny, do you see how stupid you look right now?" Brock taunted him, as those who were watching began to laugh at Johnny's predicament. "Look at all these people who are laughing at you. Your wife is embarrassed by your behavior, your friends are shaking their heads. If I wanted, I could hurt you and send your drunk ass to the hospital. But I don't want to deal with police because you're an obnoxious, drunken lout. I've got better things to do with my day. Look, I'm going to let you up right now, but if you come at me again, I'm not going to be so nice."

Brock eased up off Johnny and slowly backed away. Melissa and Jason tried to help Johnny up, but he pushed them both away and got up on his own. He looked around to see the gathered crowd either laughing or shaking their heads. He yelled, "FUCK YOU ALL," and stumbled away. Jason and Diane followed to make sure Johnny didn't try to drive himself home. Melissa actually had the keys, so Johnny had no choice but to take the ride the Jason and Diane.

Melissa approached Brock and tried to apologize for her husband. But Brock like before said it wasn't necessary. Brock then got a call from Dante, who said he and Lauren were going to be out for a while and he'd get home on his own.

The festival was winding down, Louise and Monica ran up to Melissa and Brock and asked if they could go to the roller skating with their group of friends. One of the other moms would be sure they'd both get home.

That left Melissa and Brock alone.