Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2006 17:32:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Stretchinit <stretchinit_99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Johnny's Freaky Dick - Part  6 - Revised

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. Copyright
2006 Alder Canby.


Part 6


As I drove down the gravel road to the farm I was
hoping nobody would be there. I didn't want to sneak
into the house with a full blown boner. After
daydreaming about shooting my wad up Johnny's peehole,
my dick just wouldn't go down no matter what.

There's a big line of trees surrounding the property
to break the wind so it's hard to tell if anyone is
home until you get to the driveway. I passed the
mailbox, turned into the driveway and was relieved to
see it was empty. I imagined myself running upstairs
to jack off and quickly cleared the image from my
mind.

"No way," I said as I pulled up to the house, put the
car in park and killed the engine. "This one's for
Johnny."

I stretched across the console to the passenger's seat
to reach the package from the hardware store and felt
the thick fabric of my jeans press into my dick. It
began to throb again. I shoved it to one side with the
heal of my hand and reached back for the door handle.

'Good thing nobody's home,' I thought. 'They'd sure
get an eyeful.'

I got out of the car, walked to the back and opened
the trunk with my key. As I bent over to pick up a
sack of dry goods from the grocery store I heard tires
plowing through the loose gravel of the driveway
behind me. I looked over my right shoulder to see Mom
in her old pickup. I put the sack on the bumper and
closed the lid just as she pulled up beside me.

"Hi Mom," I said through her open window.

"Hi son," she replied. "I thought you'd be home long
before now."

"Well, I had a long lunch and then ran into an old
friend," I said as I picked up the grocery bag in one
arm and strategically placed the hardware bag in front
of my erection.

"Oh, who's that?"

"An old classmate, Johnny."

"Johnny?" she replied with a puzzled look on her face.
"I don't recall a Johnny from your class in Wheatley."

"No, Johnny Hanson," I explained, "from Piedmont. You
may not remember him. Come to think of it, you only
met him once."

"Doesn't ring a bell," She said as she climbed out of
the pickup. "I picked some fresh corn for dinner. Got
some yellow ears and a few of those white ears you
like so much."

I watched as she leaned over the tailgate of the
pickup and reached for a small basket of corn on the
cob.

"Those look great," I said.

"Don't come any fresher," she replied. She paused a
moment, lifted the basket to the corner of the truck
bed and said, "You don't mean the boy who moved all
sudden like when you were in grade school, do you?"

"Yeah, that's the one," I said excitedly as we started
walking to the house. "Only it was Junior High. Turns
out he was in Switzerland all this time. Can you
believe it?"

"Well for goodness sakes," she said under her breath.
"How long has he been back?

I opened the door and ushered her in ahead of me.

"About two months," I said as we walked down the
hallway toward the kitchen.

"Just set those on the table," she said as she placed
her corn on the counter. "Eric, I know you must be
tired from all this traveling. Why don't you take a
little nap. I'll wake you in time for dinner."

"Don't you want some help with the corn?"

"No. I hardly did a thing all day. You get some rest.
I'll take care of dinner. You're Dad'll be home after
while and we'll have a nice steak dinner."

'Steak,' I thought as my dick oozed a big drop of
precum.

I resisted the urge to adjust my dick. Fortunately,
she turned toward the counter again and started
sorting the ears of corn. I took the opportunity to
turn and head out of the room.

"Guess I could use a little nap," I said over my
shoulder as I headed for the stairway. "Don't let me
sleep to long, okay?"

"Okay, son," she said as I reached for the bannister
and started up the stairs.

After a few steps I glanced her way. She was leaning
straight-armed on the edge of the counter, her head
down and deep in thought.

"You alright, Mom?" I asked.

"Oh I'm fine," she replied as she grabbed an apron.
"Just figuring out where to start. You go on up and
get a nap while you have time."

"Okay, Mom," I replied. "See you later."

As I got to the top of the stairs and turned toward my
room, visions of steak, a glass top patio table and
corn on the cob rushed into my mind from that weekend
at Johnny's.

Thoughts of Johnny were never far away, I realized as
I chucked off my shoes. Just thinking about him gets
me hard. As I unbuttoned my shirt I imagined how
guilty we must have looked when Big Jim opened that
cabana door. Soon my pants dropped to the floor and
images of us rushing to get dressed crowded my
memories.

I pulled off my socks, lifted the sheets and eased
into bed. My dick was still straining in my briefs. I
reached down and rubbed it through the soft cotton and
sighed. As if by magic, the sensations transported me
back to Johnny's cabana.

We were stark naked and lost in an embrace when
Johnny's Dad hollered from across the pool, "Are you
boys ready to eat?"

We practically jumped out of each other's arms and
scattered like a couple of chickens in a hen house.

"Be right there, Dad!" Johnny shouted.

"Hurry, Eric. If we're not out of here in two seconds
he'll come looking for us."

"Hey, those are mine," I said as Johnny started
pulling up my shorts.

I jerked them away from him and started putting them
on as he reached for his pants on the floor.

"Oops," I said. "Where's my underwear?"

"Forget your underwear, hand me my shirt," he said,
pointing behind me as he shot his foot into his pant
leg.

"Johnny?" his Dad shouted. "Did you hear me?"

"Oh cripes," he said then hopped to the window on one
foot while pulling his pants up the other leg. "We
heard ya, Dad! Be right there!"

I pulled my shirt on as fast as I could and said, "I
don't think he can hear you over the fountain noise
with the window closed, Johnny. Oh, here's your
t-shirt."

"Thanks," he said looking through the window.

"Oh no. He's headed this way. Help me with my shirt."

I lifted his shirt over his arms and pulled it down to
his chest. His head popped through the neck hole just
as we heard a knock on the door.

We bounded for the door as he pulled his shirttail
down and stopped short just as his Dad opened it.

I can only imagine the scene through Big Jim's eyes as
he opened the door. There we stood, shoulder to
shoulder, hair a mess, with hands clasped behind our
backs and grins on our faces like a pair of cheshire
cats.

"What are you two monkeys up to?" he asked. "Have you
guys been fooling around all this time?"

"No, I mean, yeah Dad. We were just kidding around,
right Eric?"

"Yeah, just kidding around," I added shaking my head
up and down.

Jim broke into a grin, shook his head from side to
side and said, "Well come on boys, get a move on. The
steaks are all done and Marge is ready to serve the
salad."

"Sure, Dad. We're right behind you."

Jim started to turn then paused.

"Hey bud," he said pointing to my chest. "I think your
shirt's wrong side out."

Johnny and I snapped our heads to look at each other
and then back up at Big Jim. His hand went up to cover
his mouth and he started snickering.

I looked back at Johnny just as he reached for the
tail of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. I
twisted around as my arms went flying upwards and
almost lost my balance.

"Hey," I said.

Johnny tugged the shirt down which forced me to bend
over and stumble toward him. His Dad grabbed me by the
waist to keep me from falling.

"Careful Johnny," said Jim. "He's not a toy, you
know."

"I know, Dad," replied Johnny as he pulled the shirt
down my arms. "Now it's right side out, see?"

"So it is," his Dad snickered as he stood back up and
watched us. "Well?"

"Huh?" said Johnny. "Oh, here Eric. Let me help you."

"That's alright," I said, jerking my shirt from
Johnny's hands. "I think I can handle it, if you don't
mind."

Jim snorted then burst out laughing. Johnny looked up
at him kind of lost for a second, then looked down
towards my pants and started laughing, too.

"What's so funny?" I asked, pulling my shirt up my
arms.

Johnny pointed to my pants and said, trying not to
laugh, "Your shorts are on backwards."

His Dad guffawed at that point and I looked down to
discover my back pockets where my front pockets should
be.

"Very funny," I said pulling my shirt over my head.

Johnny grabbed the hem of my shorts and pulled them
down to my knees.

"Hey," I said.

"Two minutes, you monkeys," said Jim as he turned and
walked off toward the patio.

"Hurry up, Eric," Johnny whispered as I stepped out of
my shorts and turned them around. "Dad's gonna get
suspicious."

I heard Jim laugh again and looked out the door to see
him doubled over with his arm across his stomach.

"Yeah, right." I said. "I think he's figured it out by
now."

"What's so funny," I heard Marge ask Jim as he reached
the patio.

"Oh, nothing," he chuckled. "I'll tell you later."

"We're gonna get it now," I told Johnny.

"Nah," he said. "He won't do anything. Trust me."

I pulled up my pants and said, "I don't know, Johnny.
He's not blind, you know."

"Don't worry, Eric. It's just a guy thing. He knows we
were just having fun."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Sure I'm sure," he replied. "We didn't do anything
wrong anyway."

"If you say so. All I know is, my Dad would shit a
brick if he caught us fooling around."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really," I replied as we walked out of the
cabana.

Looking across the pool we watched as Jim took the
steaks off the grill and put them on a big platter
Marge was holding in front of her. She looked at him
and smiled. He smiled back and leaned over to give her
a kiss. They sure didn't look upset.

"See?" asked Johnny. "No problem."

I scratched my head and felt Johnny's hand wrap around
my waist. I looked at him and he smiled one of those
gorgeous smiles of his.

"You guys are full of surprises," I said.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," he replied and nodded
toward the jacuzzi. "Wait 'til we get in there. I have
a feeling you're going to get an eyeful."

I looked at the jacuzzi and then looked over at Jim.
He was helping Marge dish the steaks onto the plates.
As he bent over to reach across the table I noticed
the muscles in his back through his shirt and the
perfectly formed shape of his butt. He stood up and
looked our way and waved us over. In the soft light
from the patio I suddenly realized who he reminded me
of. He had a similar build and features that closely
resembled one of my favorite cowboy actors of all
time, Clint Walker. He starred as Cheyenne Bodie in
that television series called "Cheyenne." He was tall,
broad shouldered, dark skinned, dark haired, had
rugged good looks and yet he could be gentle as a
lamb. Just like big Jim, I thought.

I looked at Johnny and recognized the same qualities
in him. One day, I imagined, Johnny is going to be
even more handsome than his Dad. And I was going to
see the transition first hand. Then in noticing
Johnny's profile I realized he reminded me of someone,
too. Pictures I had seen of a young Steve Reeves who
later played Hercules in the movies. Johnny wasn't a
weightlifter like Reeves, but his features looked very
much like Steve when he was younger, without the beard
of course.

By the time we reached the table I was aroused again
and totally infatuated. 'Hercules,' I thought, 'with a
Herculean dick to match.'

"Eric?" Johnny's Mom asked as I sat down and snapped
out of it. "Would you like some salad, sweetie?"

"Sure," I said, picking up my salad bowl from the
glass table. "I'd love some."

Marge was wearing the same bikini top she had on
earlier and had a short, white wrap-around skirt over
her bikini bottoms. Her skin looked really healthy and
beautiful in the soft light. They made a great looking
couple, I thought.

"These steaks look great, Dad," said Johnny as he
picked up his glass and began gulping down his tea.

I put down my salad and reached for my glass too,
realizing how thirsty I was all of a sudden. "They
smell great too, Jim."

"Why thank you, Eric," he replied. "Is that piece of
meat too big for you?"

"No sir," I replied. "It's perfect!"

I looked up and noticed that he and Marge were both
smiling at me. I smiled back and said, "I've never had
one so big."

Johnny suddenly choked on his tea and his Dad reached
over to pat him on the back.

"You okay, Johnny?" his mother asked.

"Fine, Mom. Just went down the wrong pipe I guess."

That gave me the giggles and I watched as Marge and
Jim looked at each other then back at us. Johnny
started giggling too and before you knew it we were
all laughing. I knew why Johnny and I were laughing,
of course, and guessed they were just laughing because
our laughter was so contagious. Things eventually
calmed down and we started eating.

Dinner was really delicious. We had salad, Jim's
excellent steaks, white corn on the cob and french
fries. We chatted about school, how much fun we had
swimming that day, how nice the weather was for this
time of the year and how much fun it was to spend time
together.

Johnny and I were ravenous. I know we ate everything
on our plates and drank at least two glasses of tea
apiece. Jim and Marge seemed to be thrilled that we
had such an appetite. At one point his Mom commented
on how thirsty we must have been and I realized we
hadn't finished the lemonade she brought out for us
before we went swimming. I grinned while thinking we
probably needed some fluid to replace all the cum we'd
shot since noon.

I was sitting directly across from Jim at the table.
>From time to time I would sneak a peek at the bulge in
his pant leg. I saw the tip of his big round head a
few times through the opening in his short pants. I
thought he caught me looking once or twice but I
couldn't tell for sure. I looked over at Johnny's
bulge a time or two and wondered secretly how big he
might be when he was grown up. A chill went up my
spine and I felt my dick straining in my shorts. I
remember reaching into my lap and pushing it down more
than once during dinner.

When we were all through, Johnny and I helped clear
the table while Jim cleaned the grill. We made several
trips back and forth. When I brought in the empty
salad bowl Johnny was talking to his mother at the
sink.

"Isn't he cute, Mom?" asked Johnny.

"Yes, he's very cute, honey."

"Do you think he likes me?" he asked as I stood by the
door listening.

"Why yes, of course I do, Johnny. Why?"

"Well, did you notice how little his pee-pee is?" he
asked.

My ears strained to hear Johnny's voice as he talked
in such familiar terms with his mother.

"Yes. I guess I noticed a time or two," she replied.
"Does it bother you that he's small?

"Heck no, Mom," he said. "His pee-pee is really cute."

"Oh it is, is it?" she asked as she stopped rinsing
the dishes and looked right at him.

"Well, gee Mom. We changed clothes and showered and
everything. I couldn't help but notice."

"I see," she replied. "So tell me, Johnny. Did he seem
frightened when he saw your pee-pee?"

"I don't think so. He looked pretty surprised, but I
think he kinda likes it. He said I was special, just
like you always do."

"Then I'd say he has good taste," she said adoringly.

"Yeah, he tastes good," he said, surprising the both
of us.

"Say what?" she asked with raised eyebrows, then
grinned and said, "Never mind, I can guess the rest."

"Well, I was the one who was surprised, you know." he
said, innocently avoiding the obvious.

"Why's that, honey?"

"Well, I guess I thought my pee-pee wasn't all that
different...you know...out of the ordinary, but Eric
says he thinks his pee-pee is average."

"I see," she said with some concern.

"I mean, Dad's is bigger than mine so it never
occurred to me that other guys weren't as big as us."

"I know, honey," she replied. "I think maybe we should
talk about all this later. Daddy can tell you what
he's learned about it at the Institute. I'm sure he
can explain it better than I can."

"Is your thingy bigger than average too, Mom?" he
asked.

"I guess I'd have to say it is," she replied.

"And Janie's, too?"

"Yep, her's too," she confirmed.

"I guess we're all kind of special, huh Mom?"

"I think we are, don't you?"

"Yeah, but Eric's special too, don't you think?"

"If you like him so much, then I'd say he has to be
special."

"Thanks mom," he said as he reached over to hug her.

He laid his head against her breast and asked, "Do you
think Eric will still be my friend if it turns out I'm
so much bigger than his other friends?"

Marge hugged him and said, "Of course he will, Johnny.
I can see it in his eyes. I'd say he likes you very
much, no matter what."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," she assured him. "Now, you finish
rinsing these while I go get the glasses."

Marge headed towards me and I acted as though I just
came in the door.

"Dinner sure was great, Mrs. Hanson."

"Why thank you sweetie," she replied. "Why don't you
just call me Marge, okay?"

"Okay," I replied as she leaned over and kissed the
top of my head.

"You're such a beautiful boy, Eric. I'm so glad you
could spend the weekend with us."

"Thanks Marge. I'm really glad to be here," I replied.
"And you're very beautiful, too."

She chuckled and patted me on the shoulder then said,
"Thanks, honey. Why don't you put that by the sink and
then you boys can go upstairs and play for awhile?"

"Okay," I said as she turned to walk outside.

I walked on into the kitchen and placed the salad bowl
on the counter. I watched Johnny bend over to put a
few plates in the dishwasher. When he stood up I
reached my arms around him from behind and whispered
in his ear.

"You really think I'm cute?" I asked.

"Uh-huh." he said as I kissed him on the neck.

"And you really think my dick is cute, too?" I asked
then felt his hand reach behind him to fondle my dick
and balls.

"Eric," he said. "I like everything about you."

He gently squeezed my package and then said, "But I
need to know something. Are you in any way afraid of
my dick?"

"Heck, no," I assured him. "I can hardly wait to get
my hands on it again. I think it's very handsome and
extremely sexy. Like you."

"What if it gets even bigger, like my Dad's?"

"Well, I haven't seen your Dad's yet, really. But I
don't think I could never be afraid of your dick,
Johnny, 'cause it's yours."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," I said as I kissed his neck again.

Johnny let go of my package and turned around to look
me straight in the eyes.

"Eric," he said with a troubled look on his face. "I
gotta pee real bad. Wanna join me?"

I grinned and replied, "Now that you mention it, so do
I."

We rushed out of the kitchen just as Marge was coming
in with the glasses.

"Gotta pee, Mom," he shouted as we hopped up the
stairs two steps at a time.

"That's okay," she replied. "You two go ahead. Your
Dad and I will finish up."

"K, Mom," he answered as we hit the top of the stairs.

I followed him into his room and he closed the door.

"This way," he said, as he grabbed my hand and pulled
me into the bathroom.

I stepped up to the side of the john and raised the
hem of my shorts to let my dick out. My dick was a
little tumescent from the need to pee. As Johnny
watched I grabbed it between thumb and forefinger,
aimed at the water and cut loose.

"Whew," I said. "I didn't realized I needed to pee so
bad until you said something."

"Guess it was all that tea, huh?" he said as he
lowered his pants in front of the john.

He bent over slightly and grabbed his dick just above
the protruding rim of his glans and slowly pulled back
the foreskin until about half of his head was
uncovered. He pulled his dick straight out away from
his legs and aimed at the bowl. I could tell his dick
was kind of semi-hard. The shaft was full and wide.
His thumb rested in the middle of it. The tip of his
head was very shiny and deep magenta in color. Mine
looked kinda rough and lighter in color by comparison.


I watched as he bent his dick a little by lifting it
and then straighten it out as he began to pee. It came
rushing out of him in a very wide stream compared to
mine. I guess it had to do with the size of his
pee-hole and the capacity of his thick tube.

I ran out of pee shortly after his started, so I
flicked my dick a few times to shed any remaining
drops and watched as he continued to pee.

"You really had to pee bad, huh?" I asked.

"Mmmmmmmmm," he moaned as the flow continued.

I sat down on the edge of the tub and watched him
continue. His hand moved a little up and down his
shaft a few times, rolling his foreskin back and forth
over the shiny head. I marveled at the way it peeled
back and then slid down his glans so effortlessly.
The more I looked the more I realized how thick his
foreskin was. Not thin and kind of translucent like my
cousins', but thick and meaty skin that seemed to suit
his size better. I loved the way his veins stuck out
along the shaft, like wiggly rivers on a map. I
memorized every detail as he peed.

Eventually the flow stopped and he pulled his foreskin
almost to the rim and spurted several more times
before he was finished. He reached down and pulled a
few sheets of tissue off the roll with his other hand
and dabbed the tip of his glans until it was dry.

He slowly slid his foreskin down completely covering
his head. At the last second he released his thumb and
it suddenly slipped forward to form a nipple of skin
at the end.

I looked up at him and he smiled and said, "That sure
felt good."

"It was fun to watch, too," I said.

What happened next kind of surprised me. He stepped
out of his pants, took my hand and asked me to step
out of mine. After I did, he led me into the bedroom
and asked if he could suck my dick.

"Right now?" I asked. "What if your parents come up?"

"We can hear them coming up the stairs," he replied.

"Well, okay," I said as I sat on the bed and he
kneeled between my legs. "Only, don't make me cum.
I've already cum four times today and I'd kind of like
to save whatever's left for later."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, grinning. "You sure?"

"I'm sure," I replied. "Why? How many times do you cum
a day, anyway?"

He lifted my dick between his fingertips and I watched
as he slowly inspected every detail of it while he
talked.

"I'm only up to three today, counting before you got
here. But I always cum at least four times a day."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he replied, pressing his fingertips along my
dick one at a time as he counted off the times. "Once
in the morning, once at noon, once when I get home in
the afternoon and once when I go to bed. Sometimes in
the shower, too." he said, rubbing the tip of my
glans."

"Whew," I inhaled sharply.

"School's screwing me up though."

"How's that?" I asked trying to pay attention as he
twisted my dick this way and that.

"It's practically impossible to jack off in the middle
of the day, and if I don't cum at least four times a
day I have wet dreams."

"You do?" I asked amazed. I had only had one wet dream
and that was a few nights before I came for the first
time jacking off.

"Yeah," he explained. "Dad told me it would be natural
to cum a lot 'cause he did when he was my age. Only he
says I seem to cum a lot more than he did. Wet dreams
make such a mess. Usually I shoot on my cum towels or
use them to wipe up when I'm finished."

"Cum towels?"

"Yeah, doesn't your mom give you cum towels?", he
asked as he leaned forward and teased the tip of my
dick with his tongue.

"No way," I replied. "I just started cuming this
summer and figured the best thing to use was tissues.
I'd be embarrassed if my mom came across a stiff towel
in the laundry."

"Gee," he said looking up with a puzzled look on his
face. "My mom gave me cum towels when I was nine."

"Nine?"

"Yeah," he said turning his attention to my balls.
"That's when I had my first wet dream. She had Dad
show me how to jerk off so I wouldn't ruin the
sheets."

"Amazing."

"Yeah," he said. "It was pretty cool."

"I had to find that out for myself," I explained. "But
wait, didn't you say you just got pubes last year?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Wow. I wish I'd met you sooner."

"Me too," he said as he leaned back and peeled off his
shirt."

"Why don't you take yours off too?" he asked.

"Now?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure," he said. "Were gonna get naked in the
jacuzzi anyway, so why not?"

"Okay, if you say so."

I pulled my shirt off wondering what was in store for
me when I felt Johnny's lips on my dick again. He
kissed the head and then slowly sucked my partially
soft dick into his mouth. I was in heaven. His warm,
soft mouth felt so good. Then his hands started to
roam all over my thighs and tummy.

Before long he slid one hand down my abdomen to the
base of my dick and reached up with the other to
cradle my balls. He sucked me all the way into his
mouth and in no time I was hard for the millionth time
that day.

His hand slowly worked its way onto my dick and he
began riding it up and down the shaft behind his lips
using his saliva to make it glide over my tight skin.
He looked up at me and gently tugged my balls
downward.

I moaned and felt his lips ride over the rim of my
glans and slide to the tip. He kissed it and then
lowered his head licking the under side of my shaft as
he worked his way down to my balls.

"Your skin is so soft and smooth," he said. "I love
the way it feels."

I moaned as he kissed my balls and then slowly sucked
one of them into his mouth. I gasped and he gripped my
dick tighter to keep me from backing away. He moved my
testicle around in his mouth with his tongue and then
began flicking it with the tip. It was delicious
torture.

Then he pushed that ball out and sucked in the other
one while keeping part of my ballsac in his mouth. I
jerked again as slowly, one after the other, he
alternated sucking them into his mouth and back out
again. Then, unexpectedly, he sucked them both in at
the same time. It felt amazing. He juggled them around
with his tongue and then moaned. The vibration of his
voice on my balls almost made me shoot so I put my
hand on the top of his head and held him still for a
second.

Slowly he circled one ball after the other with his
tongue. Then he sucked more of my scrotum into his
mouth and, holding his lips tight, forced one ball
after the other out of his mouth with his tongue. The
sensations were almost unbearable...but I couldn't
wait to feel what he might do next.

He reached up and started rubbing a handful of precum
from his dick all over mine and said, "I wish you
didn't have to grow pubes."

His slippery hand gliding up and down my dick felt so
good I would have agreed to anything.

"Wouldn't it be cool if you stayed smooth like this
forever?"

"Uh-huh," I replied, dreamily coming back to the point
of the question.

"Gee, I don't know," I gasped as his grip got tighter.
"I was kind of looking forward to growing them."

His delicate touch concentrated on my glans twisting
back and forth, round and round as my eyes closed.
"But if you like it better without them then that's
fine with me."

"Really?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied, then added. "I think you better
stop before I cum again."

"Okay," he said stopping the delicate motion of his
fingers.

"It's no big loss anyway. I've only got a few hairs as
it is."

He looked up and said, "You mean it?"

"Sure."

"Okay," he said with a mischievous look on his face.
He rose and then said, "Follow me."

He took me by the hand and led me back into the
bathroom.

"Just stand if front of the toilet," he instructed as
he reached into a drawer and pulled out a disposable
razor.

"Dad said I could keep this until I needed to start
shaving," he said holding it in front of his face,
"but I guess we can initiate it on your pubes."

He opened the medicine chest and reached for a bottle
of lotion.

"This should do the trick," he said. "It'll make you
even smoother."

I watched as he lowered the seat on the toilet and sat
down. He adjusted his dick so it hung over the rim. He
squeezed a generous amount of lotion into the palm of
his hand and rubbed it onto my abdomen between my
navel and my dick. Then with both hands he worked the
lotion into my skin all over my pubic area. One hand
suddenly glided up my dick and I flinched.

"Sensitive?" he asked.

"I'll say," I replied. "But it feels really good."

He jacked me up and down a few times bringing me close
to the edge, then spread his hand back over my pubic
area. I relaxed as he grabbed the lotion bottle and
squeezed some more onto my balls then gently began
working it all over my scrotum.

I looked down and noticed the end of his dick hanging
off the edge of the seat. There was a long string of
precum going all the way down to the floor. My dick
pulsed and he looked up at me.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said. "I really am."

"I can tell," I said pointing to is dribbling dick.

He looked down and said, "It hasn't stopped leaking
since I started playing with you earlier."

"Cool," I replied. "I wish I could precum. Does it
feel good?"

"Oh yeah," he said. "You can feel it come up all the
way from inside to the very tip. It's different than
cum, but it feels very erotic. Its like a natural part
of being excited for me."

"It's erotic to see," I said. "Trust me."

"I know," he offered." I enjoy watching Dad precum
too. But don't worry. I can make enough for the both
of us."

"I noticed."

"You don't have any hair on your balls or your
butthole yet so we won't have to shave them."

"Good," I said.

He grinned and reached for the razor. With one hand he
bent my hard dick downward and started shaving away
the few hairs I had with the razor. About a dozen or
so strokes later he looked up and said, "Done."

I looked closer and sure enough I was bare as an
eight-year old.

"Cool," I said reaching down to feel it. "I like it."

"Yeah?" he asked.

"It is kind of cute, huh?"

"Real cute," he replied, then bent over and rubbed the
side of his face against my bare skin.

"Let's go sit on the bed," he suggested. "I bet
they're through in the kitchen by now. We should be
able to get in the jacuzzi pretty soon."

We left the bathroom and walked over to his single
bed. He sat down on the edge and I crawled onto the
bed, turned and laid on my stomach at an angle with my
head toward him. My feet crossed each other as I
lifted them in the air and rocked them back and forth.
I stuck out my elbows and rested my head on the palms
of my hands. My left elbow rested snugly against
Johnny's right cheek. He leaned my way a little and
lifted his dick then laid it sideways across his right
thigh. To my surprise, it was long enough for his
covered glans to fall on the bedspread right in front
of me.

I tilted my head to the right a little and studied the
tip of his foreskin. I started comparing the width of
his enormous head to the tapered, lesser width of his
shaft when I felt his fingers begin to trace the
dimples at the small of my back. I sighed in response
to his gentle touch.

Soon his hand was roaming across the contours of my
butt and I started to get really horny. Just as his
fingers passed one after the other across the crack of
my butt his dick pulsed enough to partially lift the
head of his dick off the bed. Then a big glob of
precum squirted out of his foreskin and made a little
puddle on the bedspread.

His hand left my butt for a second and appeared in
front of me. He rubbed his middle finger in the pool
of precum and lifted his hand back up over my head. A
long strand of shiny, clear fluid followed his finger
upward then snapped right in front of my nose.

"What if I found a way to cum inside you this time?"
he asked quietly.

"There's no way my dick could hold your cum," I
replied.

His hand slid down the middle of my butt until his
middle finger rested in the crack between my cheeks.
Slowly his finger pressed between the cheeks until the
tip of his finger reached the sensitive folds of my
butthole. His slippery fingertip started to move in
tiny circles.

"Who said anything about your dick?"

I looked up into his handsome face and said, "I don't
think your dick will fit in there, Johnny."

"I don't think it will either, but I bet I can figure
out a way to shoot my load up there. Are you game?"

"Sure," I said and smiled. "Do you think you could
spend a little time finding that sensitive spot you
hit when we were in the shower?"

"You mean your prostate?"

"Is that what it was?" I asked as his fingertip
started working its way into my hole.

"Yep," he replied. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"I'll say."

My dick was really starting to throb now, so I
comforted it by pushing it into the soft bedspread as
Johnny continued to ease his finger into my butthole.
I spread my arms and lowered my head towards Johnny's
dick. Just as I licked a drop of precum from the tip
of his foreskin I thought I heard someone at the foot
of the stairway.

"Is that your Dad?" I asked.

"Could be," he replied undaunted.

"Oh man," I cried. "What am I gonna do. I'm hard as a
rock right now."

He leaned over and kissed me on the top of the head.

"Don't worry about it. Everybody gets hard around
here. Really. It's no big deal."

"But I can't let him see me with a boner in your
room," I protested.

"Why not," he said. "He's gonna see it sooner or later
anyway, you big bunny."

"Very funny," I said.

A huge smile spread across his face as I felt the
first knuckle of his finger pass through my sphincter.


"Johnny, how come you're not freaked out about being
caught all of a sudden."

"Well," he explained. "I've been thinking about it
ever since I talked to Mom in the kitchen. Remember?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "I heard you talking about me and
everything."

"I thought so," he said as he slid his finger back out
past the knuckle. "You see, I think I got nervous in
the cabana because you were so scared about being
caught. I'm usually not shy about being naked or even
getting caught jacking off. As far as my family goes,
we're very open with each other. If Dad catches us
fooling around I don't think he'll be upset at all. In
fact, I think he might even get turned on."

"Really?"

"There's one way to find out," he said as his finger
slid back inside me even deeper.

"MMMMMMM," I moaned. "That feels good, Johnny."

His finger started to match the rhythm I was making by
humping the bedspread. I felt his second knuckle make
its way closer to my sphincter with every backward
thrust of my hips. I arched my back and raised my hips
just enough to force the knuckle in and dropped my
forehead to the bedspread.

His knuckle began to slip in and out of my sphincter
as his other fingers started massaging my perineum and
exploring the engorged base of my dick from the
outside.

"You really are hard, aren't you?" he asked.

"Uh-huh."

Just then I heard footsteps coming up the stairway.

"We better continue this later," he said as he slowly
removed his finger and slid it down the sensitive
ridge between my butthole and the base of my dick.

"Will you do that again later?" I asked.

"And then some," he promised.

"Good," I whispered as someone turned the doorknob.

--

Knock, knock, knock.

"Yes?" I asked reaching to cover my boner.

"Time to get up, sleepy head. Dinner will be ready in
about an hour."

"Okay," I said. "I'm gonna take a bath, then."

"That's fine. Take your time."

--

To be continued.

(Author's note: I found myself shaving my pubes off
with lotion after editing this chapter, but couldn't
seem to wait like Eric did.)

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