Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2006 12:31:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Stretchinit <stretchinit_99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Johnny's Freaky Dick - Part  4

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 feel free to send any comments
or constructive criticism to Alder Canby at
stretchinit_99@yahoo.com. I reply to all well
intentioned email. Please do not copy or distribute
the story without the author's permission.


Part 4

As I watched Johnny get up from his table and shake
hands with his dinner companion, I reached for the
napkin on my lap and discovered I had a wet spot
between the zipper and the right pocket of my jeans.
Thankfully I wasn't hard, but my dick was tumescent
and had evidently been leaking precum during my
daydreams. I wiped my mouth with the napkin and looked
down to see if the spot was obvious. It was. I tried
dabbing it with the napkin, but the pressure on my
glans underneath was doing more harm than good. I
didn't want to rush across the room with a boner so I
gave up trying to dry the spot.

Not sure what to do, but desperate to catch Johnny
before he left the restaurant, I stood and grabbed the
menu off the table to cover myself. I held it across
my lap just as I had done hundreds of times to cover
spontaneous erections with schoolbooks as I went
through puberty in Junior High School. About that time
the waiter approached with my check. I had to switch
the menu to my left hand so I could reach into my back
pocket with my right to retrieve my wallet.

"I'll take that for you," offered the waiter, pointing
at the menu.

"That's okay...I uh...wanted to review the take out
section before leaving."

"Very well," he said with a quizzical look on his
face.

I took a twenty out of my wallet, handed it to him and
said, "Keep the change. The food was excellent."

"Thank you, sir. Please come again."

"You can be sure of that," I replied smiling at the
waiter. "I'll just drop the menu at the counter on my
way out."

"Very good, sir. Thank you."

I looked over to see Johnny push his chair under the
table and turn to leave with his dinner companion. I
rushed across the room, covering myself with the menu
and hoped no one would notice my predicament. Looking
from side to side as I passed between the tables,
everyone seemed to be involved in their meals or
conversations and didn't seem to notice.

I entered the foyer just as Johnny was reaching for
the door and said almost too loudly, "Johnny...is that
you?"

He turned around and I looked up to his handsome face
as a look of surprise overtook him. Until that point I
had only seen his profile as he entered the
restaurant, which was enough to recognize him, and
then again as he was leaving. The rest of the time his
back had been toward me as he sat at the table. This
was my first time to see him head-on in almost six
years. Time had refined his good looks and he was now
even more handsome than before. He was taller now,
too. Probably about six foot one compared to my five
foot nine. I watched as the look of surprise was
replaced by one of his heart-melting smiles.

"Eric!" he shouted. "I can't believe it!"

His voice was deeper, too. He reached out and grabbed
my shoulders with both hands and looked me square in
the eyes. His beautiful brown eyes practically
sparkled with joy.

"Oh, man," he said. "I can't believe you're here. I've
been looking all over for you."

"You have?" I asked.

Then before I knew it he was hugging me and whispering
in my ear, "Oh Eric, I'm so glad to see you."

"Me too," I replied. "I was afraid we'd never meet
again."

"Oh excuse me," he said, pulling away and looking at
his dinner companion. "Mr. Thompson, this is Eric.
Eric, Mr. Thompson."

I reached out to shake his hand as Johnny said to him,
"Looks like I won't be needing your services after
all."

"Services?" I asked.

"Yes," explained Johnny. "I was just contracting Mr.
Thompson to find you. He's a private eye."

"You hired a private eye to find me?" I asked,
incredulous.

"Yes, you. I've been trying to track you down for
months, and now I've found you right here in Piedmont.
I just can't believe it."

"Amazing," was all I could say. I never imagined
Johnny would be so thrilled to see me after all these
years. Our brief friendship was beyond memorable for
me, that's for sure, but I had no idea I made such an
impression on him.

"I just got home from college a few days. I came into
town this morning to do a little shopping and stopped
here to eat. I didn't expect to see you either."

"Into town?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "We moved to my grandparents farm
shortly after you moved away."

Mr. Thompson interrupted, "If I may ask, where is the
farm?"

"About twenty miles past the state line," I answered.
"We moved there after my grandparents died. I
transferred to Wheatley when we moved, but Piedmont is
still the largest nearby town. We usually shop here
for groceries and stuff."

"That explains why you couldn't find his address,
Johnny," interjected Mr. Thompson. "Had he moved to
another house here in Piedmont it would have been
quite easy. But since he moved to another state and
took up residence in a rural area I can see how
finding him became more difficult for you."

"So you've been looking for me?" I asked. "But why?"

"Let's go outside and I'll explain," he offered as he
opened the door and ushered us through.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, remembering the menu in my hand. "I
forgot this. I'll be right with you."

I went back through the door and looked around to see
if anyone was watching before placing the menu on the
counter. I hooked my thumb in my right pocket and
extended my fingers over the wet spot hoping neither
Johnny or Mr. Thompson would notice. As I turned to go
back through the door, I watched as Mr. Thompson
handed Johnny a large envelope and shook his hand.
Johnny was thanking him, I guessed. The look on his
face was unforgettable. He looked relieved and excited
all at the same time.

Why unforgettable? Because, I realized, he was truly
excited to see me. I was touched, but a little
dumbfounded. I pushed the door open, placed my left
thumb in my other pocket in an attempt to balance out
the awkward necessity of covering my own excitement
and walked toward them.

"Thanks again, Mr. Tompson," said Johnny as the
private eye nodded his head. He nodded again in my
direction and turned to walk away. Johnny turned
toward me and smiled so wide I thought he would grow
another pair of dimples.

"It's so good to see you, Eric," he said, holding out
his arms. "Let me look at you."

He looked me up and down, all the while smiling that
great smile of his.

"Don't be shy," he said. And I realized that my stance
with both thumbs in my pockets was giving him the
wrong impression.

"I'm really excited to see you too, Johnny," I said,
removing my thumbs from my pockets and looking down to
the spot in my jeans. "Can't you tell?"

Johnny looked down and noticed the wet spot which had
spread to about the size of a silver dollar and
chuckled.

"Come here, Eric," he said, reaching his arms out to
hug me.

As I stepped into his embrace and reached my arms
around his back to hug him he said, "You haven't
changed all that much, I see."

"I'm still a horny guy, if that's what you mean."

"Yeah, that's what I mean," he chuckled. "Thank
goodness."

We stood and hugged on the sidewalk in front of the
restaurant for what seemed like a lifetime. In reality
it was probably just a minute, but the feelings that
swept over me slowed the clock to a halt. For that
brief moment in time I felt completely safe, totally
at peace, and so comfortable in the arms of someone I
had dreamed about for all these years.

I remembered the moment I found out Johnny had moved
away, just days after our sleep over. It brought back
the profound feelings of loss as well as the tears I
shed. And now I was going to have a chance to be with
him again.

I pulled back to say something to Johnny and noticed
his eyes were welling up.

"Johnny," I said. "I thought I lost you forever."

"I know," he replied. "So did I."

A tear rolled down his cheek and he hugged me again
even tighter. I lost it then and cried into his
shoulder. He rubbed my back with one hand while
squeezing my waist with the other.

"So did I," he repeated.

Just that second a car honked in the street and scared
the shit out of both of us.

We broke our embrace and began laughing at ourselves.

"Look at us," he said. "We'd better cool it before we
create a spectacle."

"Yeah," I replied, wiping my eyes. "It's not like
we're at the airport or something where it's actually
safe to hug in public."

"Exactly," he said, raising his eyebrows.

I took a moment to look at the rest of him. He had
grown a lot since the last time I saw him. We were
thirteen then and I was probably about four and a half
feet tall. I remembered him being a few inches taller
than me then, but now I had to raise my head to look
into his eyes. His features hadn't changed that much.
His hair was longer now. It covered his ears and
touched his collar in the back. His shoulders were
broad. His chest was well defined in the pale green
shirt he was wearing. His torso tapered nicely to his
waist. His thighs looked massive and his hands were a
lot bigger than mine with long, thick fingers. He was
wearing a loose pair of khakis, obviously to hide his
huge dick, so I wondered....

He motioned toward a bench there in front of the
restaurant. I sat down and he sat to my left.

"Johnny," I asked, "I'm kinda curious to know if your
father's predictions came true."

"See for yourself," he said as he reached for my hand
and placed it about six inches above the knee on his
right thigh. As my hand rested on his pants I could
feel the firm muscles of his thigh under my palm, then
there was a slight depression, and then my fingers
discovered the shaft of his dick.

'No wonder his thighs looked so massive,' I thought as
my fingers continued to feel the warmth of his dick
underneath the fabric.

"He was pretty accurate," he said. "If anything he
underestimated the growth somewhat."

"Underestimated?" I asked.

"Of course I'm still growing and probably will until
my mid twenties."

My fingers worked their way down his shaft toward his
knee and I felt the firm rim of his glans stop their
progress.

"My, you have grown, but you sure hide it well."

"Compression pants," he replied. "They were designed
for me at the Institute. They're padded on my other
leg to balance out the appearance. If you didn't know
any better you'd just think I had really big thighs."

"Very clever. Can't wait to see 'em," I said, grinning
at him. "Honestly, Johnny, you look amazing. You
turned out to be a really handsome guy, if you don't
mind me saying so."

"Thanks, Eric," he replied. "I have to say you look
pretty awesome yourself. I'd almost forgotten how blue
your eyes are. You look terrific."

"Thanks. But, say...what's all this about hiring a
detective to find me?"

"It's kind of a long story," he said. "But maybe you
should stop feeling me up or I'm gonna have a bigger
wet spot than yours."

"Oh, sorry," I said as I moved my hand to the bench
between us. "Didn't mean to get carried away."

"That's alright. It felt good, actually. Uh, mind if I
ask you a personal question?

"Of course not, Johnny."

"Are you, you know, seeing anyone right now?"

"You mean like a girlfriend," I asked.

"Well, yeah."

"No, I'm not seeing anyone," I replied and looked down
at the sidewalk. "I dated a few girls in High School,
but it never went anywhere."

"Oh?"

"Can I be open with you, Johnny?" I asked, looking
directly in his eyes.

"Absolutely."

"Well, it's kind of hard to explain. I mean," I
lowered my voice a little and continued, "I played
with a few guys after you left, jacking off...that
kind of thing, you know?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, but it just wasn't the same," I explained. "So
I dated a couple of girls in High School thinking it
was the normal thing to do, but I just couldn't get
into it."

"Why not?" he asked.

"You sure you really want to know?"

"Of course," he replied.

"Well," I said, looking both ways to make sure nobody
could hear me, "After the experience we had
together...you know, that weekend...I guess you could
say nobody ever measured up."

"Can I be honest with you, Eric?" he asked.

"Yes, please."

"I feel the exact same way."

"You do?" I replied, somewhat shocked. "But I was just
kind of average down there, remember?"

"Yeah, I know."

"And that doesn't bother you?"

He reached over and put a hand on my knee this time
and said, "Do you have any idea how much cum I've
wasted reliving that weekend?"

"You too?" I asked, feeling good about myself for the
first time in a long time.

"Oh, man," he continued, "all the places I've been and
all the people I've met, you wouldn't believe. Okay,
I've been with a couple of guys sexually, but
Eric...and I'm not just saying this...nobody ever
turned me on as much as you. Ever."

"Really?" I asked looking into his eyes.

"Really, Eric," he explained. "That's why I had to
find you. And here you are. I still can't believe it."

He grinned and squeezed my leg. "I've never been so
happy to see anyone in my life."

"This is too good to be true."

"You got that right," he said and then jerked his head
up as if remembering something important.

"Say, what time is it?" he asked.

"About 1:30 or so," I said, and then looked at my
watch. "Actually its about ten to 2:00."

"Damn, tell you what." he said. "I've got an
appointment with my lawyer in a few minutes and then I
have to meet my parents to go over some papers. Let's
see, we're having dinner, and then I have to put them
on a plane to Switzerland in the morning..."

"Switzerland?" I interrupted.

"Yeah, that's where they live."

"Is that where you moved to?"

"Yeah, you see the Institute here transfered Dad to
the one in Switzerland. That's why we left all of a
sudden. Oh, I'm sorry, there's so much to explain. But
listen, why don't you come over to the house tomorrow
and we'll spend the whole weekend together?"

"That sounds great!"

"Perfect," he replied. He reached into his pocket for
a pen and asked, "Do you have a piece of paper?"

I fished into my pocket and found a receipt from the
hardware store. "How's this?"

"That'll work," he replied and began writing down his
address. "Just come to this address in the morning,
say about 10:00?"

"Sure," I replied looking at the address. "Say, isn't
that where you used to live?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"You live there?"

"I do now. It was up for sale so I bought it."

"You did?" I asked. "But how?"

"My grandfather died about two months ago and left us
all a fortune."

"Wow!"

"I know," he replied. "Funny how things turn out,
isn't it? I inherit a fortune and then find you. What
more could a guy ask for?"

"This is too much."

"I know, but listen. I'll explain everything tomorrow.
You just show up, okay?"

"Don't worry. I'll be there," I replied as we stood up
to say goodbye.

"I can hardly wait."

"That would be the operative word, yes."

"Huh? Oh hard...I get it," he said grinning. "Still
have that great sense of humor, don't you?"

"Yep. Guess I do."

"Well, I hate to run, but I can't afford to be late."

He scooped me up in his arms and said, "Eric, you've
just made me the happiest man alive."

"Johnny," I replied. "That's not possible."

"What do you mean?" he asked with a concerned look on
his face.

"There can only be one happiest man alive, and I beat
you too it the moment you walked into the restaurant,"
I said looking over my shoulder. "How do you think I
got this wet spot on my jeans? I was daydreaming about
our weekend together when we were what, thirteen?"

"Yeah, thirteen," he confirmed, smiling from ear to
ear. "Can you believe it?"

"Oh by the way, should I bring a swimsuit?"

"You better not," he said and winked. "Look, I gotta
run. I'm really sorry. But I'll see you tomorrow
morning, right?"

"Okay," I said as he turned and walked away. "I'll be
there."

I was watching his great looking butt as he walked off
into the distance when someone bumped into me from
behind. By the time I looked back around Johnny was
getting into his car.

'How surreal,' I thought. 'Johnny, here, looking for
me after all these years.'

Then a shiver went down my spine as I got a visual
image of him laying in the sun by the pool with that
big dick of his nestled between his thighs right down
to his knees.

'This is going to be some weekend,' I thought as I
walked to my car.

I reached for the door handle and my mind went back to
that first weekend, back to the very moment Johnny's
Dad opened the glass doors to come outside. I didn't
know what was going to happen.

--

To be continued.

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