Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2006 19:37:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Stretchinit <stretchinit_99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Johnny's Freaky Dick - Part  2

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
other 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 2

As the waiter was filling my dessert order, I debated
whether or not to go over and say hello to Johnny.
After so many years, I'm sure he would be as surprised
to see me as I was to see him. I noticed that he
seemed to be going over some papers with the gentleman
at his table so I decided to wait rather than
interrupt them.

"Your desert, sir," the waiter said as he placed a
large plate of peaches and whipped cream before me.

"Thank you," I replied.

Looking at the mounds of freshly whipped cream, my
mind went back to the soapy shower Johnny and I took
that Saturday afternoon before our swim.

I had just had my first sexual experience with another
person and it turned out to be a guy...my new best
friend, Johnny. It happened so naturally that I didn't
think anything of it at the time. We had simply
reacted to each other in the heat of the moment. The
only truly surprising thing about it was the size of
his dick. I had never imagined the possibility of
someone my age having a dick so big and so different
from my own.

As we stepped into the large shower, Johnny said, "Why
don't you step back for a second and I'll get the
water up to temperature."

He eased in front of me and turned on the faucets. I
took the opportunity to look at his naked backside for
the first time as he adjusted them. I watched the
water start to course its way across Johnny's
shoulders and down his back. He was slightly taller
than me and I could see from the definition of the
muscles in his back that he was indeed more muscular.
The water flowed down his spine which was flanked by
subtle, tapering cords of muscle on either side and it
ended up flowing over and between the perfectly tan,
rounded cheeks of the most gorgeous bubble butt I'd
ever seen.

"Feels good," he said, as my eyes continued downward
over his well defined thighs, the dented backside of
his knees, the offset bulges of his calves down to the
very tendons of his ankles and the rounded heels of
his feet.

"You must have spend a lot of time naked in the sun
this summer, Johnny," I ventured. "You don't even have
a tan line."

"Well, like I said, we always swim in the nude."

"And sunbathe too, huh?"

"It would be kinda silly to put trunks on after
swimming nude, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess it would." I said, somewhat
embarrassed. "It's just hard to imagine your whole
family laying around naked by the pool."

"Hang around long enough and you'll see for yourself,"
he replied.

"Really?"

"Yeah sure, why not?"

My mind was reeling with the possibilities when he
suddenly turned around and his dick swung into view.
He giggled, seeing my eyes go wide at the sight of
him.

"You're so funny, Eric."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The expression on your face when you look at my dick.
It's like you're so surprised or something."

I had to admit, I was surprised. It was a lot larger
hanging there in front of me this time than the first
time I saw it. It hadn't gone down in size much since
our encounter a few minutes ago even though it was now
hanging in front of him. The tip of the head almost
reached his knees and the width of his shaft at the
top practically hid his sizable balls. I had hardly
noticed them before because his dick was so striking.
They were perfectly smooth and easily twice as big as
mine.

"It's just that your dick is so different from mine,"
I finally said.

He moved back a little, rolling his head under the
shower, and the water began flowing down his chest to
his stomach. Soon it was traversing the landscape of
his dick and dribbling from the tip like a clear
stream of pee. It was obvious that his foreskin hadn't
slipped back over the glans...I guess because it
couldn't. The head was still engorged.

"I mean, it's obviously bigger in every way: width,
length, girth...but your head is so much bigger
proportionally. Does it hurt when it's trapped by your
foreskin like that?"

"Heck no," he replied as he reached down, cradled the
base of his shaft and pulled his hand forward slowly
lifting it for me to see better. "It probably looks
tight bunched up behind the glans like this, but it's
actually not. Still, I won't be able to pull it over
the head again until it goes down."

"You won't?"

"No way," he said almost surprised. "Not while it's
all puffed up. It won't go over the rim by itself
anyways. I have to pull it over between my thumb and
fingers."

"Wow!"

"Guess it seems strange to you because you don't have
one. A foreskin, I mean."

"Yeah, a little," I acknowledged. "But even if I was
uncut, my head wouldn't be big enough to keep the skin
from slipping back over it."

"I guess you're right," he said as he grabbed my
hands. "Come closer and let me feel your little dick
for myself."

As he pulled me closer, he began to turn and pulled me
around him so I was facing the shower and he was
behind me. The warm water cascaded down my chest and
over my body washing off the cum from our earlier
encounter as I felt him press against my back. He
reached around me for the soap and lathered up his
hands. Pulling me back with him from the spray of the
shower his soapy hands slowly worked their way around
my chest and belly. I leaned back into his chest as he
began exploring below my waistline. By this time I was
hard again and thoroughly enjoying the gentle touch of
his hands across my groin.

"What does it feel like to have a foreskin, Johnny?"

"You mean if you had one?"

"Yeah."

"It would feel different than mine, since it would
glide over your head like you say. I could try to show
you what it might feel like if you want," he offered.

"Sure," I replied. "But how?"

"Shhh." he whispered then kissed my ear. "Just relax.
I'll think of something."

His left hand soon worked its way down to cup my balls
and tug them softly with his thumb. His right hand
found its way across my nearly hairless skin to the
base of my dick. I looked down to see his thumb and
forefinger make a circle like an "OK" sign and he
gently glided it up the shaft and over the rim of my
head. My dick was clearly expecting to feel him
squeeze me harder, but instead he kept his grip very
loose and lightly brushed the ring of his fingers back
and forth over the last 2 inches of my dick.

"I like your dick," he whispered. "I can play with it
with one hand."

"MMMMM," I moaned. "Please do."

I could feel his warm body pressing against me from
behind and then as my dick was begging for more
friction to give me release, the full width of his hot
shaft pressed against the back of my thighs. I could
feel the rim of his glans above the back of my knees.
My eyes closed and I thought for a minute I might
faint.

I felt his shaft start to throb against my legs as he
continued teasing the end of my dick with his soapy
fingers. The sensations were almost unbearable. My
balls were beginning to ache really bad and despite my
protests he continued with the lightest touch
imaginable. Slowly, lightly gliding over the rim of my
glans and down over the most sensitive part of my
shaft...just below the head...and then back up again.

"Johnny, I can't take much more of this," I said.

"Yes you can, Eric," he whispered in my ear. "Hold it
for me. You're making me so horny. Don't shoot."

"MMMMMMMMMM." I moaned. "But it feels so good."

"I'm glad. It feels good to me, too. Just hold it for
me. Don't cum yet. I want to try something else."

I felt his left hand leave my balls and watched as he
grabbed the bar of soap. He brought it down and rubbed
it over the flat surface of the ring formed by his
thumb an forefinger until enough suds formed to
cascade through his fingers and down over my dick.
Then he tightened the ring of his fingers over the
very tip and made a few short strokes from the tip to
the rim and back. I could fell my glans growing fuller
by the second. It was agonizing, so different...so
amazing. I was hard as a rock and loving it.

Slowly the bar of soap made its way to the side of my
groin and he bent me over slightly to rub it up and
down the inside of my left thigh. Then he began
lathering the inside of my right thigh, grazing my
balls with his wrist as he crossed over from side to
side. His beefy shaft was throbbing against the back
of my legs and I realized it wanted to be released,
too...from behind my thighs.

Soon my legs were well lathered down to the knees and
beyond. The tip of my dick was still held tightly in
the ring of his grip. He placed the soap back on the
shelf and reached down to cup my balls again. Only
this time his middle finger pressed upwards between
them and began massaging the tube at the base of my
cock under my scrotum. I groaned as the rest of his
fingers soon followed, forming to the contour of my
perineum. Before I knew it, the tip of his middle
finger reached the smooth, slippery folds of my
asshole and I felt it slowly start to press its way
into the sphincter.

At the same time, the tight ring of his finger slowly
descended over the glans of my dick and the two
sensations made it feel as though my own dick was
entering my asshole. My knees suddenly spread in
reaction and I felt the glans of his dick pass between
them. The shaft of his big, thick dick began to rise
between my thighs straining to grow its way to full
erection. I could feel his first knuckle pass through
the tight ring of my hole as his other hand pressed
down over the glans of my dick. I parted my legs some
more and felt his shaft rise even higher. The tight
slippery ring of his fingers made its way over the
scar of my circumcision just as I felt his second
knuckle enter my asshole. Just about then he pulled
back and I felt the thick rim of his head rub against
the bottom of my balls.

I reached down and cupped the enormous head of his
dick in both hands as he pushed it forward again and
whispered in my ear, "rub it below the head."

"MMMMMMMMMMMM," I moaned as my fingertips spread down
past the rim to the underside of his head and slowly
began to tease the strand of flesh that formed the
tight frenulum of his foreskin.

"Whuuof," he inhaled. "That feels amazing."

I was so thrilled to give him pleasure that I forgot
my own for a minute.

I surrounded his head with my palms, molding it like
clay, tracing the contours of his giant helmet from
tip to rim. My fingertips coursed their way in unison
on either side of the sensitive frenulum to the inner
folds of his foreskin that wound its way around the
shaft on either side. The balls of my fingers began
pressing into the firmness of his shaft as the
sensitive skin enveloped the tips of my fingers. My
palms met at the top of his head as my fingertips
continued on around the rim of his glans finding more
and more sensitive areas to caress.

Suddenly, his grip around my dick eased and once again
he began teasing me by gliding the ring of his fingers
up and down the end of my dick. His fingers expanded
and contracted almost expertly tracing the exact
contours of my glans, the rim and the sensitive area
just below. Slightly touching every sensitive inch. Up
and down they went, teasing, torturing, overwhelming
me.

As I continued to work my fingertips through the folds
of Johnny's foreskin I felt his middle finger begin
pushing in and out of my ass. His other fingers spread
across my butt as he slowly worked his way deeper and
deeper.

Suddenly I felt the head of his dick expand in my
hands and he whispered once again, "don't cum, Eric.
Hold it as long as you can."

I moaned again as I felt the slippery ring of his
fingers increase its up and down tempo. At the same
time, his middle finger stopped going in and out of my
ass and I felt it start to bend upward.

"Hold it," he whispered. "You're gonna like this."

I felt his stomach press firmer against my ass causing
his dick to rise even higher. That forced my hands and
fingers to encircle his glans much as his finger ring
was doing to mine. His body started to tremble and I
knew he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer
either.

"Hold it in, Eric," he begged.

I tightened my grip around his head and slowly lowered
my hands over his glans, mashing the rim as his huge
dick pressed up even further until it popped loose
from my grip.

"Hold it there," he uttered. "Just a little longer."

My hands clutched around the shaft of his dick just
under the rim as I felt the tip of his middle finger
press against something very sensitive inside my ass.
Precum started to ooze out of my dick and before I
knew it, the rest of the fingers on his right hand
surrounded my cock and began pumping up and down.

My legs grew taught in reaction to the sensations and
tightened the grip on his cock. My hands began jacking
up and down to match the jacking motion he was giving
me. I suddenly realized how big around his shaft was
when the butt of my palms met in the middle along the
topside while the tips of my fingers met on the
underside as they pressed into the thick tube that
would soon be pulsing with his thick, creamy load.

The tip of his middle finger suddenly began wiggling
around and pressing against that sensitive area inside
my ass. The room went dark for a second.

"Now!" he shouted, jolting me back to consciousness.

His finger pressed firmly into the spot and I started
to cum like crazy. I bent over even more and opened my
mouth to catch my cum...and his, if I could. The water
from the shower splashed against the back of my head
and a few of my shots reached my mouth. Johnny's
finger suddenly slipped out of my ass and his cock
came closer to my face. I continued to cum as he
squeezed the base of my dick and began pumping his own
dick forcefully between my legs. My hands continued to
grip his shaft as he fucked his dick between them.

"Oh baby," I heard him say.

I didn't expect him to shoot much this time, but I was
wrong. He tensed up once again behind me pushing my
shoulders downward toward the massive head of his dick
with his free hand. I could literally feel his cock
grow thicker in my hands. It became harder than before
so I gripped it even tighter. This time the head was
closer to me and I saw it expand even better this time
before he began shooting. I was hungry for his cum and
I wanted it all this time.

He pulled back a few inches, trembled again and
suddenly shoved his cock forward until the head
touched my lips. My tongue struck out to find the huge
slit and probed into it, spreading my lips over the
tip.

"AHHHHHHH," he groaned.

The strain in his body was overwhelming. He was
physically trying to hold back his cum by tensing up
his cock as hard as he could. I heard him start to
groan from the tension and all of a sudden the slit
opened wider and cum erupted around the tip of my
tongue forcing its way into my mouth. A huge wad of
cum hit the back of my throat causing me to choke. I
tightened the grip on his cock so I could swallow and
felt another huge wad force its way through the tube
under my fingertips until it exploded into my mouth.
Then volley after volley of cum filled my mouth until
my cheeks were bulging. I swallowed a huge gulp of cum
and then swallowed again and again.

His body continued to tremble as I milked his huge
dick. My lips didn't lose contact with his glans until
I had sucked him dry. Even with my mouth wide open I
couldn't stretch my lips around his head, but I could
suck the juice out of it until he begged for mercy.
His cum was soooooo good!

My hands rode up over the rim to reach my lips and he
jolted, "IEEEEE!"

"What?" I asked.

"It's kinda sensitive right now," he panted.

"MMMMMMMMM." I moaned, kissing his glans to apologize.
"That was amazing."

And then, someone knocked on the cabana door.

--

"More coffee, sir?" asked the waiter.

I was once again jolted back to the restaurant and
discovered my hands tightly wrapped around my coffee
cup.

"Yes please," I said, somewhat groggily.

"Is everything okay," he asked as he took away the
dessert plate.

"Oh, sure. I was just daydreaming."

"Very good, sir."

"Yes," I replied. "Very good, indeed."

--

To be continued.

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