Date: Fri, 4 Aug 2006 20:37:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Stretchinit <stretchinit_99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Johnny's Freaky Dick - Part  1

The following is a complete work of fiction and
fantasy.

Any resemblance between the characters in this story
and any real life person is completely coincidental.
The story takes place in the '60s and '70s, back when
there were no computer games or access to porn on the
internet. A time when boys could be boys and were
pretty much innocent to all things sexual, until they
learned about it from friends or perhaps even their
parents.

Disclaimer:

This is gay fiction about two young men who find each
almost six years after their first sexual encounter as
young boys, with flashbacks to that momentous weekend.

Please don't read it if you're underage, if this
material offends you or if the subject matter is
illegal where you live.  This is my first story, so
please send any comments or constructive criticism to
Alder Canby at stretchinit_99@yahoo.com. Please do not
copy or distribute the story without the author's
permission. Copyright 2006 Alder Canby.


Part 1


The waiter had just poured me a fresh cup of coffee
when I looked up and noticed Johnny entering the
restaurant with someone I didn't know. I was home for
my first summer break from college and hadn't seen him
for years. I had the urge to go over and say hello,
but as I watched him take a seat across the room with
his back to me I suddenly I flashed back to the first
time we met.

I was 13 and it was the first day of school. Even
though we came from different elementary schools and
didn't know each other when school started that first
year of Junior High, we hit it off right away. We
happened to sit next to each other in home room that
first morning and I noticed right away how good
looking he was. He had brown hair and rich brown eyes
compared to my blonde hair and blue eyes. He was a few
inches taller than me and was slightly more muscular.
He wore baggy pants unlike almost everyone else I
knew. But what got my attention was his dazzling smile
and his hilarious sense of humor.

We had an old bat for a home room teacher and Johnny
made faces while imitating her quirky mannerisms. He
cracked me up...and the more I snickered at him the
more he egged me on. We became fast friends since we
shared most of our classes except gym and study hall.
I didn't think anything of it at the time.

Since school started on a Thursday that year, I had
study hall during fourth period and my first gym class
was on Friday at the same time so that study hall and
gym alternated during the week. Some students had gym
on Tuesdays and Thursdays while the rest of us had gym
3 days a week. Johnny wasn't in my gym class or study
hall. I guessed that gym class wasn't big enough to
hold everyone so we had mixed up periods. The gym
coach explained that the following week we were
expected to bring gym shorts, t-shirts and tennis
shoes to gym class.

This was new to me because in elementary school there
was only recess and we played in our school clothes.
Evidently we would be changing clothes for gym and
then showering afterwards before going on to fifth
period. I remember that I was a little nervous about
this because I had never been naked around other kids
before except for my cousins when we were younger. I
was going through puberty at the time and had just
started to sprout a few pubic hairs that August, right
before school began. I had also discovered the joy of
jacking off that summer and was quickly becoming a pro
at it. Every morning I was waking up with a boner and
all of a sudden I feared that I might get a boner in
the gym shower. I had already had one in the hallway
between math and English periods. It seemed to
happening at the most unexpected times.

Our school was large enough that there were two busses
and each bus made two trips to pick kids up in the
morning and take them home after school. Johnny rode
on a different bus, but like me, he had to wait for
the second bus to go home. That gave us an extra 45
minutes to an hour to clown around after school. That
Friday we walked to the hamburger joint about a block
away from school to get a Coke and some french fries
since we had money left over from our allowances.

While walking back to the bus stop from the burger
joint Johnny asked if I would like to come over on
Saturday and do a sleep over Saturday night. Sounded
like fun to me so I told him I would check with my
folks and see if I could. I had never done a sleep
over except for staying with my cousins when my
parents left me with my aunt and uncle to babysit when
they went out.

That evening at dinner I asked if I could go over to
Johnny's the next day and explained that he had
invited me for a sleep over. Mom said she would have
to speak to Johnny's parents since we didn't know them
and would prefer to take me over rather than letting
me ride my bike to his house so she could meet them. I
though it would be a drag not having my bike, but what
could I say?

After dinner, Mom called and spoke to Johnny's
parents. They hit it off I guess, because a few
minutes later she said I could go. Saturday morning
she drove me over and briefly talked with Johnny's mom
while Johnny and I stood there nodding in agreement to
the basic rules all mothers have for first time
visitors. Johnny's dad was apparently at work and
wouldn't be home until dinner time. His sister, who
was two years older than Johnny, was spending the
weekend with her best friend. Before she left, mom
pulled me aside and told me to be a good boy and not
cause my host any trouble. I assured her I would be
good and off she went.

Johnny gave me a tour of their house which was a lot
bigger than ours. We went up to his room and he showed
me all of his stuff. He had tons of model cars and
some great posters. He said his mom was remodeling the
guest room so I would be bunking with him. I was
looking at his single bed and wondering if I would be
sleeping on the floor when he asked if I'd like to see
their pool.

Our family couldn't really afford a pool, so I usually
had to ride my bike to the municipal pool to go
swimming during the summer. I had never seen Johnny
there and now I knew why. He had his own pool. It was
really cool. There was a jacuzzi at one end and a
waterfall with big boulders along the back. At the
deep end there was a low diving board. They also had a
cabana where you could change clothes and shower. I
was excited about going for a swim until I realized I
hadn't brought my swimsuit.

"Gee, I'd love to go swimming but I didn't bring my
suit."

"No problem, Eric," he said. "If you need one you can
borrow mine and I'll just wear my dad's."

"Cool," I replied excitedly. "When can we go
swimming?"

"We can catch some rays and go for a swim after lunch
if you like. It'll be warmer then."

"Okay," I said. "Sounds good to me."

Even though it was the first week of September, he
assured me the water wasn't really cold yet and that
it would be more fun to swim after lunch when his mom
took her nap. He walked over to the jacuzzi and turned
it on explaining how the water that spilled over would
be enough to warm the pool by the time we went
swimming. Sounded great to me. I could hardly wait.

That morning we had a blast. We played catch for a
while then went down to the creek and played Tarzan on
a rope that hung from a giant tree. We climbed rocks
and then climbed trees until we got hungry. Around
noon we went back to his house and discovered that his
mom had grilled hot dogs for us. His mom was really
cool. We ate lunch by the pool and joked around about
stuff at school. His mom rolled her eyes at Johnny's
jokes from time to time and laughed out loud when he
imitated our home room teacher.

After lunch, she informed us that she would be taking
a nap and that we could go for a swim if we would wait
a bit and promised we would be very careful. We
promised we would wait and I assured her that I was a
good swimmer and had been swimming since I was two so
she wouldn't worry about her guest drowning.

After she went in, Johnny grabbed my hand and said,
"Come on, let's get changed." He pulled me up from my
chair and led me to the cabana. Once inside, he
pointed to a rack of towels and some swim trunks on
the upper shelf.

"Here," he said as he reached for a yellow pair of
Speedos. "You can wear these. They're mine, but I
think they'll fit you okay. They're too tight for me
anyway."

Johnny was just a little bigger than me, so even
though I had never worn Speedos before, I knew they
would probably fit. He grabbed a light green pair from
the shelf and explained that they were his dad's. They
were a lot bigger than his for sure, but they seemed
like they would probably fit him okay even if they
would be a little baggy.

"I'll go outside while you change and then come change
after you," I offered.

"Nonsense," he replied. "We're both guys. We can
change together."

I was a little nervous about stripping in front of
him. What if I got a boner?

"Are you sure?" I asked. "We usually change in private
at my house."

"Well you're at my house now. We're not so formal.
It's no big deal," he said as he grabbed the hem of
his t-shirt and began pulling it over his head
exposing a smooth muscular chest.

"Heck, most of the time we swim in the nude."

"In the nude?" I replied, wide eyed. "You're kidding,
right?"

"No, man. We do it all the time. Actually, I haven't
worn those trunks your holding since last year when we
had guests over for a pool party."

"Wow," was all I could say. I had never even imagined
swimming naked. "Don't you worry about, you know,
getting a boner or something?" I asked.

"No," he replied. "Why should I? Every guy gets one
sometime or another, right. It's totally natural, you
know."

"Yeah, but..."

Just then Johnny undid his baggy pants and they
dropped to the floor. I watched as he reached for the
waistband of his rather long boxers unaware that I was
staring.

"What's the matter," he asked, "haven't you ever seen
a guy take his clothes off before?"

"Well," I blushed and stammered, "n-no, not really. I
mean, except for my cousins...when we were little."

"Wow," he said this time. "You live a closed life,
don't you?"

"I guess," was all I could say as I looked down at the
floor.

"It's cool, man," he said, sensing my embarrassment.
"Look, why don't you take off your shirt and we can
strip at the same time."

I started unbuttoning my shirt as he stood up and
tried not to look at him. Suddenly I realized my dick
was starting to thicken up. What was I going to do if
I got a boner?

Then I looked up and noticed the outline of Johnny's
dick which was somewhat bowing out the right leg of
his boxers. My fingers went through the motions of
unbuttoning my shirt, but I was totally unaware of it.
My eyes were glued to his bulging boxers. Even though
they were dark in color and plaid to boot, I could
easily make out the impression of his dick in the
fabric. At first I though he must be hard because I
could tell his dick was a lot wider than mine and the
head was a whole lot bigger than mine, even when it
was hard. But it was obviously hanging down, so how
could it be hard? Even so, his head was resting
perilously close to the bottom hem of his boxers which
went more than half way to his knees. If he were to
lean back I was sure it would pop out.

I must have removed my shirt, unbuttoned my shorts and
opened my fly by this time because I came out of it
when he spoke.

"Like the boxers?" he asked. "I see you're wearing
briefs."

"Yeah," I replied, still in a daze and explained, "my
mom buys them for me."

"My dad bought me boxers last year when I started
growing pubes. He says I'll have to go back to briefs
soon to keep things in control, but for now I'll need
the room to grow like he did, and he was right."

"The room?" I asked as I lowered my shorts to the
floor.

"Yeah, you know," he said, "for this."

As his thumbs went inside the waistband of  his boxers
I was once again mesmerized. It was like the time this
old guy ran into our car. It happened all of a sudden,
but it was like slow motion in my mind's eye.

The first thing I noticed as he lowered the waistband
was the line of hair that appeared below his belly
button. He must have been watching me watch him
because out of the slow motion haze of the moment I
heard him say, "My mom calls it my treasure trail."

The words slowly registered in my mind as his pubes
started to appear, and I realized now that I have
thought about that line hundreds of times since then.
His were the first pubic hairs I had ever seen other
than my own, such as they were. While I only had a few
wispy hairs by this time, his were long enough to be
curly and, although his bush wasn't that full, I
thought it was quite handsome and somehow very
intoxicating.

All of a sudden the base of his cock started to appear
underneath the curly hairs. It was a lot wider than
mine, that's for sure. I could see the beginnings of a
bulging vein that slowly began to wiggle its way down
the length of his tool as more and more of it became
exposed. A few inches down and I knew this was going
to be a turning point in my life.

I had never seen a dick so big and the more I saw, the
more I wanted to see. As he continued to lower his
boxers he began bending slightly and I remember hoping
that he didn't block the view before he was done.

By this time he had exposed more dick than I had
imagined possible, when suddenly I became aware of an
almost painful throbbing in my own dick. I had grown
rock hard and it was pounding so much that it actually
felt huge straining against the tight fabric of my
briefs. Fortunately it wasn't bent over but pointing
straight up toward the waistband.

As Johnny's waistband passed over about 6 inches of
his dick the shaft started to taper somewhat for a bit
and then the rim of his glans started to show through
the skin. He was uncircumcised! How could this be
possible, I wondered, when the head of his cock was so
clearly defined earlier through the fabric? As the
head of his dick became exposed I was in shock. It was
the biggest head I had ever seen or imagined. The skin
that trapped it was clearly stretching to accommodate
it's girth and the ridge was so pronounced that you
would swear he was cut if you had seen only the
outline in profile.

When the waistband of his boxers reached the tip of
his dick, it suddenly sprang toward me as it escaped
the confinement of the elastic band and I could see a
wrinkly nipple of foreskin hanging beyond the tip of
his head. The tension on his foreskin caused by the
girth of the head seemed to force the remaining skin
forward into a pucker.

I jumped as he said, "What's the matter? Never seen a
foreskin before?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," I stumbled back to consciousness.
"My cousins are uncut, but..."

"But what," he asked almost innocently.

"It's not your foreskin so much as, well, you
know...the size!"

"The size?" he asked as though amazed.

"The size of your dick, Johnny," I asserted. "You know
it's huge, right?"

"Well, not really," he said. "I mean, you know, it's
bigger than it was when I was little. And it's bigger
since I started growing pubes and all, but it's
certainly not as big as my dads."

"You're kidding, right?"

"What do you mean? Why would I kid you?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, let alone
seeing. He was totally unaware of being enormous! I
must have been the first guy to see him naked, other
than his dad that is, or maybe his doctor.

"Johnny, don't get me wrong, but don't you realize
you're bigger that other guys? I mean, gee, you're way
bigger soft than I am hard!"

"Now who's kidding?" he asked in all innocence.

"I'm not fooling, Johnny. Look."

Completely forgetting my earlier embarrassment, I
quickly pulled my briefs down exposing my rock hard,
throbbing little circumcised dick for him to see, and
a look of amazement flooded his face. My dick was
pretty skinny compared to his. Even hard and standing
straight up, at 5 inches it was considerably shorter
than his was flaccid. Until that moment I had been
pretty happy with the size my dick had grown to, but I
suddenly realized it was never going to be as big as
his. Even the one time I had seen my dad pee, his dick
soft was smaller than mine hard, so I was pretty sure
mine would probably never be more than 6 or 7 inches
long.

"Haven't you ever seen any other guy your own age
naked?" I asked.

"Well, not really...just my dad, I guess." He
hesitated, then asked, "You mean, your dick is like,
average size? You're just getting pubes, you know.
Won't you get bigger?"

All of a sudden it dawned on me, what if everyone else
was huge and I was tiny? No...my cousins were about
the same size as me. And nobody I had ever gotten a
peek at in public urinals had been big like Johnny.

"I'm pretty sure, I mean, I don't really know. I'm
sure I'll grow some more but not that much. Maybe I'm
smaller than some guys, and probably bigger than
others...but trust me...you've got the biggest dick
I've ever seen or heard of."

"Really?"

"Yeah!" I exclaimed. "I mean, hasn't your dad ever
said anything about you being big?"

"No. Why would he? He's a lot bigger than me so I just
thought...hey wait, you're really kidding, right?
You're just a late starter and you're trying to fool
me."

"No, I swear!" I tried to convince him. "What about
your mom, hasn't she ever told you you're huge?"

"No."

"And you guys all swim nude?"

"Well, yeah...but just the four of us."

"Wow," I replied, exasperated. "You gotta trust me
man, you are seriously hung. You'll see when you have
to shower in gym next week."

"I don't have gym,"  he replied.

"What do you mean? Everybody goes to gym."

"I don't."

"Well, why not?"

"I'm not sure, actually. Dad told me he'd set it up so
I didn't have to go to gym because..."

"Because what?

"Cause...well, I'm not sure. Something about him not
wanting me to go through what he did, and that I could
go later when everybody else grew up..."

At this point, you could tell Johnny was very puzzled.

"I don't understand," he muttered. "I thought everyone
else was like me...and dad...I mean...I never imagined
I was different. Are you sure?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure, Johnny. I haven't actually
seen a lot of naked guys, but I'm pretty sure you're
special."

"Special," he paused. "Mom always says that. Special.
Like I'm special in some w...."

He looked me in the eyes and asked almost in tears,
"Do you think I'm...special?"

"Yeah," I assured him. "You're definitely special."

"Special like...like...a freak or something?"

"Hell no." I said. "Special like Superman or
something."

"Really?" he managed to smile a bit. "Like a
Superman?"

I walked over to him an put a hand on his shoulder,
smiled and said, "Johnny, you're definitely special in
my eyes."

"You're not just saying that, are you?" he asked
timidly. "Cause I kinda think you're special too."

"You do?"

He put his arm on my shoulder and said, "Yeah, I do,
actually."

"Even if I have a little dick compared to yours?" I
asked.

He smiled and pulled me close and chuckled. "Even if
you have a tiny dick."

He pulled me even closer and suddenly I felt the
warmth of his stomach as it pressed into my hardon.

"Will you still like me if it turns out I really do
have a freaky dick?"

He shifted to one side and I began to feel the warmth
of his dick going down my thigh while my own dick was
starting to strain against him.

"Actually, I'm beginning to think I will like you all
the more because of it."

"Really?"

My breathing was becoming labored now as I felt his
arms go around me.

"Really," I replied.

And then he kissed me, right on the lips.  I was kind
of surprised for a second or two and then I kind of
relaxed into it and started to feel my cock throbbing
against his stomach.

He moaned and all of a sudden I began to shoot a huge
load right between us. He moaned again and I kept
shooting until I felt the cum run down my stomach to
my thighs. He moaned again and I felt his cock start
to move against my leg. I moaned this time and his
cock suddenly slipped in between my legs and started
to throb.

I pulled back enough to look at his eyes. They were
closed and he looked so peaceful. I parted my legs a
little and kissed him this time as I felt his cock
brush the skin of both my thighs as it slowly start to
expand and work it's way up between my legs.

As we stood there hugging and kissing, more of my cum
worked its way down to my crotch and around my balls.
It was flowing slowly down the inside of my legs
becoming a lubricant for his dick. I felt his torso
pull away from me and realized he was beginning to
slowly work his thick dick back and forth between my
legs.

I reached down, grabbed his butt with both hands and
pulled him toward me, then felt him push back toward
my hands pulling his growing cock back again between
my thighs. I thought for a second that I was going to
faint from sheer pleasure.

"Johnny," I said.

"Yeah."

"I gotta see your cock hard. Do you mind?"

"No," he replied softly. "Will you help me cum?"

I pulled away slowly feeling his cock glide through my
legs. "And then some," I assured him.

I looked down and noticed I was still hard. So hard
that my glans was practically smashed against my own
stomach. And then I noticed the width of his shaft
below as it slowly pulled through my thighs. There was
about 6 inches showing and it was easily more than
twice the width of my own dick. I could still feel his
cock all the way through my legs. As he pulled away I
suddenly felt the warmth of the rim of his head press
against the back of my thighs and he paused, not able
to go any further.

"Spread your legs a little," he said as his hand
lowered toward my ass.

As I did, he began pulling back and I felt the smooth
almost spongy texture of his glans start to work its
way between my thighs. I had to spread them even more
and suddenly his dick lurched up and I felt the head
of his dick lift my balls. I watched in amazement as
this huge, totally exposed, purple head appeared from
both sides of my balls, slowly shoving them aside as
it rose between them.

"Oh, my god!" I exclaimed. "Your dick is amazing!"

As he slowly backed away some more, the tip of his
head started traveling up the underside of my dick and
then as he pressed in toward me it inched it's way up
to the underside of my own dickhead. Just then, his
piss slit passed the tip of my dick and he pushed a
little until the underside edge of his glans
completely blocked the sight of my own dick. He pulled
back a bit and the slit actually yawned open a little.
The slit was so big you could practically slide a
penny in there.

My cock was pressed into the soft, almost pillowy
channel of his urethral tube. Although I couldn't see
it anymore, the idea of my dick surrounded by his dick
flesh was bringing me close to the edge...again.

'This is amazing,' I thought, when all of a sudden I
felt his dick push away a little as the tube expanded
and a big gob of precum oozed up the length of his
dick and gushed out of the gaping hole in his cock. I
had actually felt it rise along the length of my own
dick. I had only made precum a few times before when I
held off cumming for a long time. And even then it was
only a drop or so. Not enough to provide the lubricant
Johnny's dick was generating. That single gush covered
most of his enormous head and enough of my stomach to
ooze down between our dicks and practically coat mine.

He slowly began to move back and forth a little
spreading the precum between us. The head of his dick
began climbing up and down between the tip of my dick
and my navel. His hands surrounded the globes of my
ass as he continued to work himself against me.

I reached down with both hands and placed my fingers
against the shaft of his cock pressing him into me,
against my own dick. His cock was wider than my
fingers were long and I could feel the sides of it
against the palms of both hands. His foreskin was
clearly trapped behind the head and the extra skin on
his shaft glided easily up and down as I rubbed him.
He began to moan as he worked his cock higher up my
stomach. The sensation of his slippery dick almost
enveloping mine sent me over the edge and I began
shooting yet another load between his cock and my
stomach. I eased the pressure from my hands a bit and
a huge squirt shot up between the head of his dick and
my stomach landing on the tip of his cock.

He moaned and began to tremble as I slowly raised my
hands so I could rub my cum all over his head. I
actually had to lift my fingers away from his shaft to
get them past the ridge since the ridge alone was
deeper than the thickness of my fingers. I was
becoming delirious with it's enormity in my presence.

As I slowly began working my fingers over his head
another pulse of precum oozed out of his slit and
mingled with my cum. I began massaging his head with
my slippery fingers. It was like coating  a big,
smooth peach with slippery oil. Before long he began
to tremble even more.

"I'm gonna cum," he said. "I'm gonna cum!"

I felt his cock start to rise higher and higher as he
moved closer and my hands slipped back down his shaft
until his head almost reached the groove between my
pecs.

'My god,' I thought. 'How big is this thing?'

"Now," he said excitedly as he grabbed my ass tighter
and began pumping is cock between my abs and my hands.


"Yeah," I urged. "Cum all over me Johnny."

Before I could do anything else he froze and tensed
up. I could feel his whole body start to tremble and
his cock got really hard under my hands. I could see
the head begin to expand until it was so tight I
thought it would pop, forcing the slit to open even
wider.

His legs started to tremble again, and then before I
knew it, huge gobs of cum started flying out of his
cock. The first one splashed under my chin and coated
my neck. As I pulled back in reaction to it, the next
volley shot up past my nose and up over my head. I saw
the third shot erupt out of his enormous head just as
the second shot came back down and landed on my hair.

He began fucking his cock between my hands and my abs
shooting volley after volley of cum all over my face,
neck and chest. I could feel the gobs of cum rushing
up his tube, almost pounding my dick into my stomach.
I counted at least 8 big shots before the volume
started to go down. He shot another 3 or 4 times with
diminishing volume before he stopped, and then there
were a few slow, oozing gushes that completely coated
his head and my fingers below.

"Damn," I said. "Do you always cum this much?"

"Not really," he said, trying to catch is breath. "But
I'll tell you what, I've never had an orgasm like that
before...ever!"

"Me either," I assured him. "You're amazing, Johnny."

"If I was amazing before, I'm even more amazing now."

"How's that?"

"'Cause of you, silly. You make me feel absolutely
amazing."

"Well, if it's any consolation...I am totally amazed.
I never saw so much cum in all my life. Look at me.
I'm soaked from head to toe."

Johnny slowly pulled away from me, and as his enormous
head traveled its way back down my torso he said,
"You're right." and grinned. "You are a mess."

He pulled his hips back, slipped his cock once again
between my legs and hugged me. Cum squished between us
as he slowly leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

Instantly, I felt total contentment. We kissed for a
long time, rubbing side to side in the slippery cum
that now blanketed both our chests and stomachs. Every
once in a while he would lick my face to gather some
come and then treat me to it by sticking his tongue
between my lips. I returned the favor, sampling the
cum that was now spread all over his face.

"We better shower before we get stuck together, don't
you think?

"Guess so," I replied. "Besides, I wouldn't want to
cloud up the pool with all this cum."

"Wouldn't be the first time," he chuckled.

"Oh?" I said as he turned me toward the shower and
patted my ass.

"Trust me," he said. "I don't think it will be the
last time either."

I turned and looked to see a big beautiful, yet
totally devilish grin on his face. I smiled and
thought, 'Damn, am I lucky or what?'

--

"Sir. Sir, would you like some more coffee?" asked the
waiter.

I suddenly found myself back in the restaurant and
replied, "Yes, a fresh cup please. And dessert."

"Anything in particular?" he asked.

I looked across the room to make sure Johnny was still
there. As his waiter served them salad, I requested of
mine, "How about fresh peaches and whipped cream?

"Excellent choice, if I may say so?"

"You may indeed," I replied. "It certainly is."

--

To be continued.

Please email comments or constructive criticism to
Alder Canby at stretchinit_99@yahoo.com.