Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2018 12:31:30 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Teenage Confusion IV Solutions I pulled out the cigar container and looked it over, ran my fingers over it and since my cock was full on hard by then, I pulled my pants down and put the thing along side my flesh. Of course it was a little longer but my cock was thicker. I thought about getting out my Vaseline intensive care lotion and seeing about stuffing the metal container in my butt then something occurred to me and I had to rethink it. What if I got it all shitty? I mean, I did my business in the morning and I had to assume that my system was constantly refilling my lower cavity with waste product. Actually it was more than assume cuz I learned in Health class that was what happened, so there had to be some stuff in there by now. I further assumed that if I put my finger, the metal tube, or anything else, in there it was gonna get some stuff on it and did I want that happening in my bedroom, maybe getting shit on my floor or something. What about it making my whole room smell like I crapped my pants or something. I'd have one hell of a time explaining that to my mom. I decided the safest place for this experiment would be the bathroom. So, I headed out of my room, the tube in one hand along with a clean pair of briefs, and my hand in the pocket of my jeans holding my cock in place so it didn't look like I had boner in case I ran into my mom. "I'm gonna take a shower mom, do you need the bathroom for awhile," I asked, leaning into the living room where she was watching something on the TV. "No sweetie, you go ahead," she answered, and so it was, I went to my first fucking. So to speak. My belly was crammed full of butterflies on speed as I closed the door. I stood in front of the full length mirror on the bathroom door and watched myself take my shirt off, then rub on the front of my jeans where my hard cock was fairly visible. I draped the shirt and a towel over the two hooks above the mirror so that I couldn't see my face, only my body from below the nipples on down. It's not that I couldn't look myself in the mirror, it was that this way, it wasn't me and I could sort of pretend it was another boy being sexy in front of me. I slowly undid the snap of my jeans and unzipped them, pulling open the flaps to reveal the white fabric of my briefs. I could easily see my rock hard cock outlined there as stood slightly off center. I pushed the jeans down a little bit, exposing all of my underwear, then rubbed up and down on my hips, then along side my balls and my cock then on my cock. With one hand, I cupped and tugged at my balls a little bit, then slipped my fingers inside to feel the skin of my bag and the egg on that side. The palm of my other hand continued to rub up and down on the underside of the captured staff of my cock. I stretched the leg of briefs out of the way and pulled my balls out, letting them hang free, the smoothness of my sac matching the smoothness of my inner thigh. I reached down and tickled the sensitive underside, moving the bag around. I put my balls back inside and rubbed on my cock some more, my breathing becoming more rapid as I moved into a fog of hotness from the sexy feelings that were tearing through my body. I did some fumbling around and managed to get my cock out through the fly hole of my underwear, pulling the fabric tight to my body at the base of the shaft and pushing as much of it as possible out for view. Of course the pressure at the base also made the skin tighter, and I could see the whole thing vibrate and turn a little redder. I stroked it a couple of times, my other hand returning to my nuts and fondling them. I put my cock back inside the slowly pulled my underwear down, holding the fabric next to my balls and tugging. I watched, sort of in a daze as my cock head appeared then the shaft, then more of it until the waistband was down far enough for my cock to point out forward. From there I tugged them off, and gazed at the naked boy before me. Both hands went to my organs, stroking slowly, cupping and fondling, the intensity building in my young body. Fuck I was hot and I wanted to cum. I grabbed the silver tube and rubbed it gently against my face just like I had Scott's cock. I moved the shirt and towel and watched myself slowly put the tip into my mouth and suck it, moving it in and out like a robotic cock while the other hand continued doing things with the lower part of my body. I turned around and bent over, looking over my shoulder, and grazed the tip of my silver cock back and forth across my butt hole. And then it was time. It was time for me to get fucked. The big question was just how to do it so that I could watch. I slathered the thing with hair conditioner from the shower then bent back over and started to push the thing into my tight little virgin hole but I couldn't see very well. I got on my hands and knees and looked over my shoulder, saw my balls hanging free like a couple of apples. I reached behind me and again, slipped the tip in side. It didn't hurt at all but was slightly uncomfortable only because it was new and different. However, the anxiety, the sexual tension that was ripping through my body pretty much took care of any of that. This wasn't working quite the way I'd envisioned it so I took my hand away with the intention of moving into a different position but there wasn't enough of the thing inside of me to hold it there and my asshole muscle just squeezed the thing out like silver turd. I rolled onto my back but that didn't seem like it would work either as it would be difficult to have my legs up against the door to hold me open and be able to raise up and see the action. I finally elected to try it on my side, getting in close to the door and curling my bottom leg in while putting my heel as high up on the mirror as I could while I raised up on my elbow. This could work. I took the tube and put it against my hole again and pushed it in slowly. I got it in about half way then slipped it almost out then back in again. It was starting to feel pretty good and it was hot seeing that thing go in and out of my butt. The only problem was that I couldn't stroke my cock at the same time and I really needed to jack off while I did this. I looked around and then it hit me. The hand mirror. My mom had a large hand mirror that she used to see how the back of her hair looked when she did it. I pulled out the tube, a little too fast, then stood up, grabbed the mirror and laid it on the rug in front of the bath tub, then straddled it, one foot flat on the floor while I knelt on the other one. It was a little bit closer than I wanted but I could watch, fuck and jack at the same time. I slipped the tube back in and proceeded to slowly fuck myself with it. It was interesting watching my balls sway back and forth as I jacked off while almost next to them my fingers were busy pushing and pulling on the silver tube that penetrated my body. I noticed for the first time a seam of flesh that seemed to separate my nut sac and go all the way down and stop at my butt hot. It was fucking hot. I was fucking hot. And then things got hotter. I didn't know what it was or just how it happened, but the tube hit something inside my ass that sent shivers through my body like a jolt of electricity. I caught my breath and my head rolled backwards. "God fucking damn, what the hell was that?" I thought to myself. I pushed the tube in and moved it around and hit the spot again and almost died again. I never felt anything like it but decided right then and there that if fucking did this to me I was gonna spend a lot of time at Scott's. I got into a rhythm of moving the tube back and forth but moving it in and out a very tiny bit, all at the same time. I kept hitting that spot which made me almost faint. My jacking hand went faster and I felt myself starting to cum. The spot inside me got more sensitive and then it was there, my sperming. I felt my face tighten as though I was in pain the feelings were so intense. I looked down in time to see my cock erupt, the first glob of sperm flying out and hitting the wall almost three feet away! I saw those dark spots again as I kept fucking myself while I jacked myself, stroking my cock hard and fast. I almost had to bite my lips to keep myself from moaning out loud as my cock pulsed out more sperm than I'd ever seen it make, leaving a streak of the stuff across the dark brown floor mat. And then of course, it was all over except the cleanup. I slowed the ass action while my other hand slowly nursed my cock, milking out every last drop of cum. My body was shivering as I slowed to a stop, all the nerves in my body slowly down their signals. I slipped the thing out of my ass and looked at it, discovering that it was a little bit muddy but not really bad. I stood up on wobbly legs, bracing myself against the bathroom sink and took a moment to collect myself. I'd been in there for almost fifteen minutes without making any noise at all. Whether my mom was curious about that or not I had no idea but I figured that I better get on the stick or else there would be questions. I replaced the mirror before I turned the shower on and cleaned up the gooey mess off the floor, carpet and wall with toilet paper while the hot water finally got there. I was still tingling a little bit when I finally climbed in under the spray and cleaned myself and the tube up. Later, in bed, I went over the whole thing in my head and decided that, while I wouldn't want to do that every single day, I might want to look at ways to improve the situation, also to try and do it when I had the house to myself. As I fell off to sleep I had visions of a variety of interesting scenarios. The next day Alex and I had lunch off by ourselves, which was difficult to do in a cafeteria filled with noisy teenagers. We ate quick then went outside and found a spot on the lawn and talked. Of course the conversation about the events of the day before and last night's conversation came up. "Did you mean it about being kissed on the lips?" Alex asked me and of course I told him, of course I did, mean it that is. He smiled then said to follow him so we got up and I did. We went around the end of the building where the band practiced and ducked inside and I followed him up an aisle then underneath the bleacher type section where the orchestra sat while they were practicing. It was open on both ends and had instruments, music stands and other band equipment strewn about but it was private. No one could see us and no one could sneak up on us either. He set his backpack down then turned to me, our faces less than a foot away. I looked into his bright blue eyes, as he looked into mine. "You ready?" he whispered. I didn't trust myself to speak so only nodded my head. He leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips, keeping them there for a moment then backing away. "That was nice," I whispered to him. He leaned in again and kissed me, only harder, moving his lips like Scott had done. I put my hands on his shoulders and sort of held him there and moved my lips around like Scott had then pushed my tongue against his lips. He didn't do anything except open his mouth and push his tongue out to meet mine. In seconds we were both breathing heavy and each had a hand on the front of the other's jeans, rubbing on the fabric that held a rock hard teenage cock. We broke the kiss, kept on rubbing on each other's cock and kissed again then broke it. "God I want to suck your cock so bad Brian," Alex whispered to me. "I been wanting to suck on it since we jacked off on Saturday night. I never done it before but I really want to with you." Our hands stayed busy, exploring each other. I didn't know about Alex but I was ready to cum right where I stood. "I know, me too." I whispered back to him, "and I want to cum so bad right now that I can't stand it and if you keep rubbing on me like that I'm gonna squirt in my underwear." Turns out that Alex was in the same space, ready to cum. We still had at least ten minutes before the bell rang and I knew that all I needed was ten seconds. "Fuck it," I whispered and unzipped my jeans really fast and hauled my cock out." Alex smiled at me and quickly did the same. We stood beside each other, rock hard cocks sticking out a mile and jacked em. I got about seven strokes and so did Alex and we both came together, our sperm shooting out onto the carpeted floor in ropey strands, both of us barely able to stand up from the intensity of the feelings that were roaring through our bodies. We slowed our stroked, nursing our flesh until both cock heads merely oozed then we heard the band room door open. We quickly shoved our cocks in our pants as Alex pushed over a music stand. "Well where is it," he said in an angry voice. "It was here yesterday." He was rooting around in the mess of stuff when an older looking girl came around the corner. Of course she asked what the matter was so Alex told her that his horn was supposed to be here, that he'd left it here the other day. He kept talking loud and mad like so the girl just said "Whatever," and walked away. He winked at me and picked up his back pack, gave the front of his pants another adjusting grope and then we headed out of the room as some other students began streaming in. Once outside we laughed as we headed toward our respective classes. "That was fucking awesome," Alex said and I agreed with him that it was. "I can hardly wait till Friday night. You're gonna come over and stay the night aren't you?" he asked. I nodded my head and told him that my mom said it was okay. "Oh man Brian it's gonna be so, so much fun" he said then we split up and each headed our own way. I thought what had just happened as I wound my way through the halls filled others just like me. Well, just like me in that they were going to class. I doubted that any of the boys had spent their lunch period beating their meat with a friend anywhere on campus and I didn't know if girls even did it or not or how they would. So I thought about Alex, how he'd been so straight forward with me, not seeming to have any second thoughts or nervousness at all. It had been hot as all hell standing there with our cocks out, blasting ball juice out all over the carpet. We didn't clean it up either so I wondered if anyone actually saw it or not. Then I thought about Alex and how much he was wanting me to spend the night, to suck my cock and everything. And for the first time, I wondered about the possibility of him and me being boyfriends. That thought made it hard as hell to pay attention to Huck Finn in English Lit that period. Later that night I met Scott at Borders and he helped me with my science stuff as well as algebra, taking the time to explain the theories and showing me how to solve the problems. The way he did it made it easier to understand. He worked on his stuff while I worked on mine and two hours later he asked if I wanted a ride home, which I most certainly did. On the way home he said he hoped I was okay with us not having sex every single time we got together, that he really did have tons of studying to do. I told him it was okay, and it was. Hell, I seemed to be getting plenty of action and it didn't appear that it would be letting up any time soon. Boy was I in for a surprise. Scott gave me a quick kiss in the dark under a big old tree about a block from my house and said I could call him in a couple of days and we'd figure out when we'd get together again. As I lay in bed that night I got to thinking-there's a surprise- about the past few days. I'd had the best spermings in my whole life, one after another it seemed. The feelings were intense, my cock seemed to get harder than it had ever been before and well, I had to wonder if it was going to change at all. It was like one of those dreams where you find a whole shit load of money or something, only this was really happening. I fell asleep with Alex's face in my brain, looking forward to seeing him the next day at school. Yeah. I liked the idea of being a boyfriend. School was about the same when I got there but at the end of first period all hell seemed to break loose. I left my classroom to find the halls in an uproar, girls were sobbing all over the place and I wondered if the president had been shot or something. The news finally filtered through. The East side bus had been in an accident. A semi-truck and trailer had smashed into it. Five students were dead and at least a dozen were injured. By the end of third period ten kids had died, twenty were injured and the bus driver, an old man at least fifty, had died of a heart attack. By lunch time the driver had a heart attack and ran a red light and the truck smashed into the bus instantly killing eight kids, one of them thrown completely through a window on the far side of the bus. By lunchtime I wasn't caring much about all the other people at all. The east side bus was the one that Alex rode sometimes, not always and today, Alex wasn't in third period with me. I was freaked out, sick to my stomach. I didn't know what to do, or who to call. After lunch the principal made an announcement over the PA system, the reason he said, was to quell all of the rumors that were floating around the school. There had been an accident that morning. Many students had been injured and were in the hospital, some had already been released. There were no deaths at this time. He said that he wished he could tell us more but the law forbid him to do so at that time and he thanked us all for being mature young adults about the situation and knew that we were concerned about our friends. Of course I tried to call Alex as soon as I got home and of course, there was no answer. It wasn't until my mom got home that I found out the details. She was a nurse at the hospital where all the kids had been taken. She told me that one girl had died that afternoon and that there were at least three kids in critical condition and two more in stable condition and many more who were being kept for observation. "I'm sorry baby," she said with a tear in her eye, "Alex is in critical condition." I asked if he was going to die and she said she didn't know, that he was still in surgery when she left the hospital. "But it's serious Brian. Very, very serious. I cried myself to sleep that night, worried sick about Alex as well as feeling at least a little bit sorry for myself. Here I'd found someone my own age that seemed to like me as much as I liked him and who seemed to want to be with me and now he, and thusly that, were in jeopardy. It wasn't until the next day that I found out the extent of Alex's injuries. He was still in a coma; both arms and a collar bone were broken along with various ribs and an ankle. I guess there were other internal injuries that went along with all of that. That night Scott called and wanted to know if I wanted to get together. I was grateful for that, letting him know that I was very interested. I needed to talk to someone about how I was feeling and as much as I loved my mom and got along with her, talking to her about Alex wasn't possible. I met Scott at Borders and he sensed right away that I wasn't in a real good space. When he asked if I wanted to leave I nodded my head and once we got to his car I started crying again. "Look Brian," he said after patting my back and calming me down, "how about if we just go to my apartment?" I nodded my head and we left, arriving at his 15th floor apartment ten minutes later. While I stared out at the city lights, Scott fixed me a cup of Chamomile tea saying that it would help me relax a little bit. I drank it and told him all what had happened with Alex, from the very beginning and up till the accident. I was feeling a little teary again and Scott put his arms out for me. I set my tea cup down and went to him, letting him hold and comfort me. It felt good being in his arms, having him gently rub his hands up and down my back. I rested my head on his shoulder with my arms around his waist and before I really knew what was happening, discovered that I was hard as a rock. Without really thinking I sort of pressed myself against him and discovered that Scott was hard too. "I didn't mean to get hard Scott," I told him. "It's a natural reaction to be being close like this B," he said. "Not all parts of your body are feeling sad over Alex. You know, often times in near death experiences, both men and women have intense sexual reactions. It's part of the human race's self-preservation mechanisms." I didn't know anything about preservation mechanisms but I knew that I was horny right then, that being held by Scott and feeling the pressure of his huge hard cock through our clothes was sure taking my mind off of Alex. "Will you love me right now Scott," I asked him, "Can we go to your bed?" Scott didn't say anything, just let go of me then took my hand and led me to his bedroom. Once there he stopped, turned to face me, then kissed me gently on the lips, not using his tongue at all. When he broke away he lifted my t-shirt off then gently rubbed my chest, tweaking at my little nipples and making them hard. He rubbed down onto my belly, twirled his finger in my navel, then moved to the waistband of my jean, slowly inserting his finger down inside but only for an inch or so. He rubbed at the front of my pants, moving his hand up and down on my rock hard cock before unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans and pushing the flaps open. I was wearing briefs so my cock was standing up held in place by the close fitting white cotton fabric. Scott rubbed his hand up and down on me again, the feelings much more sensitive with my jeans out of the way. He alternated between rubbing and feeling me with his thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing up and down my rigid flesh. Scott pushed my jeans down to the floor and continued rubbing me, using his fingers to cup and tug on my balls while still paying attention to my cock as well. He leaned down and licked at one of my nipples as he rubbed me then he took the thing in his mouth and began sucking it while the hand that was on my back slid down inside my underwear to squeeze and fondle my butt cheeks. I was getting hotter than all hell, my breathing coming rapidly, and I wasn't sure how much more of that I could take. Scott seemed to sense that I was on the edge of cumming, stopped and stood up, then took me in his arms and kissed me again, this time with passion. As our tongues danced with each other his hands slipped inside my underwear and pulled and tugged at my butt cheeks, pulling them open and closed as he worked them over. He worked to slip my underwear down under them then moved back from me just enough to get the front down over my stiff dick, then pushed them down as far as he could. His hands went back to my ass, pulling me tight to him, pushing my hard cock against the front of his pants where I could feel the hardness of his snake penis. "I want to make love to you B," he whispered in my ear before sucking on it and driving me wilder than I'd ever been before in my young life. His hand was fumbling at the front of his Dockers and in a moment I felt the warmth and hardness of him, his hard cock fully exposed and pressed against me. "God I want to make love to you so bad Brian," he moaned in my ear. Right then, right at that time, was what I wanted too. I can't explain it and don't want to try but I wanted to be fucked right then and there. Looking back on it we should have done it differently, Scott should have done it differently. The problem was that Scott's experience had been totally with women. He had never fucked a boy before so didn't understand that preparation of the asshole was generally necessary to prepare a boy to be fucked. With a cock as huge as Scott's it was a rule. The experience taught me to never fuck a guy, especially a boy, without a lot of finger stimulation first. A boy needs to be primed, needs to be so hot to fuck that it takes his mind off of the pain. I was hot though. I'd had never been hotter so that helped; But not much. We shoved our clothes off and I lay face down on Scott's bed with my legs open. I wasn't watching what Scott was doing because my head was turned the other way. I think that deep down I was scared of what was going to happen and if I actually saw that baseball bat of a cock coming at me I'd change my mind. I felt him get on the bed and then move between my legs the felt one of my butt cheeks being pulled to the side and then I felt the warmth of his cock head and the pressure against my tiny little hole. All that was fine; my little heart was beating like crazy. Then the pain hit me. Scott pushed and in response, I pushed backwards, almost in instinct, then all of a sudden his big swollen cock head pushed through my asshole muscle and was inside of me. I cried out. It hurt like a whole bag of motherfuckers, the pain almost more than I could bear. Once his cockhead was lodged inside of me Scott put his hands on the bed next to me, waited a moment, then slowly pushed inside of me. I felt my poor little asshole stretched out like a balloon and my insides begin to feel full from the length and thickness of him. God I felt like crying cuz it hurt so much but I didn't want to be a baby. Too, it was starting to feel good, sort of like a loose tooth that you keep worrying on, the feelings alternating between the extremes of pain and pleasure. I felt Scott's hairs when they touched my butt and knew he was all the way inside of me. It fucking felt like it too. Fuck his cock was so big. He started to move out of me, then moved back in and after a few short strokes like that he pulled almost all the way out before sliding back inside. When he went in and his belly hit my butt it moved me into the bed so what happened was, even though it still hurt like hell, it was causing my hard cock to move on bed like I was fucking it. And that felt pretty good. In fact it started to feel real good; good enough to get me moaning. Apparently my moaning got Scott closer too cuz he started moaning and making noises. "God B this is so awesome," he said into my ear as he plowed nine inches of cock into my tight little ass. "You're the best baby boy, I swear to God." He started to really get going, his thrusts moving me on the bed and the pressure of his weight when he did it, causing my hard cock to press into the bed even more. "I'm gonna cum I'm gonna, gonna cum," I groaned and I did. It was really intense and I found myself pushing my ass back into Scott when he pressed into me then pushing against the bed when he went out. "OOohhhh fuuuuuuck," Scott groaned and I could feel his cock thicken then the warmth of his sperm as it flooded into my ass. He pushed into me and stayed there, grinding his butt around in circles and doing other things to create different pressures and feelings inside of me. And then it was all over. Scott let himself relax a little on my body, which I liked and he whispered into my ear about how great it had been, how much he loved making love to me and stuff like that. As the pleasure wore off the pain of his cock still stuffed inside of me came back and whether he knew that or not I don't know but he just all of a sudden pulled his cock out of me. That hurt, coming out so fast, and it left me feeling empty sort of and I kind of wished that he'd stayed in a little longer then come out of me slower. I learned from that to never to pull out in such a hurry. He laid down next to me and put his arm across my back. I rolled to my side to face him and kissed him, a gentle after cum kiss. He asked how it was for me and I told him that it was mostly okay but that it had really hurt a lot when he first went inside of me and again when he came out of me so fast. "But while you were fucking me it was pushing my cock against the bed and that felt pretty good so I sorta forgot about the pain in my butt." "I'm sorry B," he said, "I didn't mean to hurt you. I guess I'm just not used to being with a boy. I have stuff to learn too." He seemed so sincere that I just wanted to hold him but the puddle of my sperm that I was lying in was getting cold and I didn't care for that all that much and I told him so. We got off the bed and went to his bathroom, my butt hole still hurting, and we took a shower, Scott's cock having softened quite a bit but mine still hard as stone. No surprise there as far as I was concerned. I'd been so worried about Alex that I hadn't spermed for a couple of days and my cum with Scott was the first. So my cock was naturally still hard and ready to go. We washed each other, both taking our time with the fun parts, Scott's cock responding and getting hard again while mine just seemed to get harder than it already was. "Wanna try something else sweet boy?" Scott asked and I nodded my head. "Turn toward the wall and bend over, put your hands on the wall to keep you from falling." "You're not gonna fuck me again are you Scott I don't think my asshole could take it." "I'm really, really sorry about that B honest but no, I'm not gonna fuck you." I did as he asked and looked over my shoulder to see him get to his knees behind me. Then I felt my cheeks open up and the terrific awesome feelings as he started licking me there. I knew he was using his tongue cuz he was in so close. He licked all around my hole and pushed his tongue across the actual muscle and even sort of into it. Any soreness that I had been feeling went right away as all kinds of new feelings were ripping through my body. The he stopped and stood up. I was going to turn around, telling him how awesome that felt and I never knew a butt hole could feel so fucking good and he said he wasn't done yet. He poured hair conditioner in his hand and told me to turn back around, which I did, bending over like I had before. He peeled one cheek open and went back to licking my asshole and I went back to feeling totally awesome. Then he grabbed onto my rock hard cock and started stroking it. It was quite cold at first but that feeling was gone almost immediately as he slipped his closed fist up over my swollen cock head. I thought I was going to faint. The double action of Scott's licking on my hole and running his fist back and forth over my cock head brought me off pretty fast, moaning and groaning almost right away and ready to sperm really soon after that. "Ooh fuck Scott I'm gonna cum, shit fuck shit fuck," I moaned. He stayed on my cock head for a few strokes then moved to the shaft, holding me tight but moving at an easy pace. That may have been the best sperming in my life up till that point, my belly going crazy and my legs so weak I thought I would fall down. Scott sensed or knew that might happen so he stood up and held me in place as he continued to jack me off and I was glad he did cuz it was really hard to stand. It was finally all over and Scott let go of my cock and wrapped his other arm around my chest and just held onto me, not saying anything. My breathing finally slowed a little bit and I said, "That was totally intense Scott. Man I never knew my butt hole could feel so good." He chuckled and told me he didn't either, that he'd never done it before but had heard about it and since he'd washed the spot himself he knew it was clean so what the heck. "Do you want to cum again Scott?" I asked him after turning around and kissing him. "No B, I should get you home because I have a lot of work to get done tonight. But thank you for asking me." He said. We got out of the shower, dried, dressed and I was back home twenty minutes later. As I lay in bed that night I thought about what had happened, Scott's licking my hole like that, and I wondered if it was fun doing the licking too. I wondered about turning Alex on to it, about licking on his butt hole and that made me think about Alex and most of the good feelings that I'd had for the past hour or so went down the toilet and I felt sad and depressed, not for me but for Alex. I went to sleep thinking of him and actually praying for God to take care of him. The next week was pretty quiet. My mom told me that Alex was going to be okay but certainly not running any races or playing any sports. I asked if I could go see him and she told me that it was up to his parents. I called and talked to his mom and she said that she knew who I was and that Alex had asked her if I could visit him in the hospital. That was so cool, to know that he was thinking of me and she thanked me for thinking of him. As it turned out he was going home the next day and she said that I could come over and visit him that evening if I wanted to. "He thinks very highly of you Brian so I know that Alex would love to see you." So it was that I found myself at Alex's house the next evening after dinner and since it was a Friday night I didn't have to be home anytime soon. His mom met me at the door, said she was very glad to meet me and had me follow her to the bedroom that Alex was staying in. He gave me his biggest grinning smile when he saw me. "I would have helped you with math you know. You didn't have to do this just to get out of it," I told him. Both Alex and his mom laughed at that then she asked if he was comfortable then left us alone. It was kind of a shock seeing him like that: a cast on his right forearm, his right leg below the knee and his left arm and shoulder in one whole big cast. "How are you feeling Alex?" I asked. He said he was mostly okay as long as he didn't move around too much. He told me about the accident, what had happened and waking up in the hospital. "Oh man I was laying on a table and they took all my clothes off and I was naked in front of all these people and women were there and stuff. They gave me drugs right away but still, the past week in the hospital they were making me use like a tub to go to the bathroom in and wiping my butt and stuff and bathing me. I had a really cute looking guy nurse who washed me and when I popped a boner he told me "well at least that works," then said it was no big deal that the nurses were all pretty used to boys getting erections when they were being worked on. Still it was embarrassing, at least when the women nurses were fooling around down there." I figured that Alex must still be on drugs because he admitted that a guy nurse was not only cute but that he popped a woody when the guy was washing him. I mean, I knew that he liked guys, look what he'd said to me but this was different, at least in my mind. Alex's next words let me know that he knew what he was doing. "I know," he said, "I pretty much just admitted that I like guys didn't I? Well I do. I spent a lot of time thinking in the hospital cuz there isn't anything else to do. I thought about you a lot Brian and, well, I really like you. A lot. I hope what I'm saying doesn't like, make you not want to be my friend or something." He looked sorta sad when he sad that so I went over and looked out of his bedroom door, heard his mom somewhere in the house, then went back to him, leaned down and kissed him. It wasn't a little peck either. It was a long; put my tongue in his mouth kiss that made me go way hard almost right off the bat. "What does that tell you about being your friend?" I asked him after breaking the kiss off. I didn't wait for him to answer, although his smile said it all. "I'm the same way Alex. I know I'm gay, that I like guys, and I really like you a lot too. I was so looking forward to coming over last Friday night and doing stuff with you." "Really?" You really feel the same way? Oh man that's so cool Brian. I was looking forward to being with you too, but now." "Gosh I haven't cummed since the night before the accident. I don't think I can beat off." He nodded at his incapacitated arms. "Maybe I can help you with that" I told him smiling. Another big smile told me how he felt about that. "What about your mom coming in though?" I asked him. He winked at me then called out for his mom who came in almost immediately asking if he was okay. "I have to go to the bathroom mom and Brian's gonna help me." "Well Alex, I'm not sure Brian is, well, I don't think Brian can handle that job." "Mom," Alex said with a little more force, "Brian can handle it besides I had enough of strange people looking at my private parts in the hospital I don't need my own mother doing it too, no offense," he added with a little more softness. His mother looked at me, then at Alex then back at me. "Well I guess I can understand that Alex and I want to respect your privacy as much as possible honey. Are you sure you can do this Brian?" she asked me, to which I nodded my head. "Okay. Well, call me if you need help boys," she said and headed out of the room, closing the door behind her. "I really don't want to have my mom looking at my stuff, ya know?" he said. I agreed with him although with my mom being a nurse I was a little more comfortable with it. That is if it had to happen. "So, what should I do?" I asked him. "You can start by getting the blanket off of me." I pulled the covering off and saw that he was wearing boxers, the leg wide enough to be pulled over the cast on his leg. "Now do what ever you want to me Brian," he said with a big grin. I reached over and felt on the front of his boxers, discovering that Alex was already as hard as a rock. I closed my hand on the fabric, gripping his cock and began stroking him slowly. "Take my underwear down," he whispered. I used both hand and got his boxers down to the top of the cast on his legs, exposing his rigid cock as well as his balls. Oh man I wanted to dive in there and suck on him so bad. I went back to stroking him, watching my hand move on his thick, seven and a half inches of boy flesh, amazed that I was actually jacking Alex off. "I want to suck on your cock Alex," I told him. "I want you to," he answered, his voice deepened slightly because of the sexy feelings in him. I leaned down and, holding his fat cock up in the air, lowered my head then closed my mouth over it, causing its owner to groan softly. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, all the while my tongue was exploring the soft silky flesh of his cock head and my hand gently stroking him. "Fuck I'm gonna cum," he cried out quietly then I felt his cock thicken in my mouth followed by the first splash of his warm sperm. I stroked him faster, greedily swallowing the liquid that he offered me. I felt at least 7 squirts of cum and they weren't little ones either. I was swallowing as fast as I could, worried that I would gag or my mouth would fall open and all that gooey stuff would down into his pubes. What a fucking mess that was, as if any boy over the age of 12 wasn't aware. I kept it up until he giggled and tried to push me away with his casted arm. I let go reluctantly, wanting to continue to savor the taste of him, the feel of his warm hard flesh in my mouth. "God that was incredible Brian," he said, "I never felt anything like that before. Man I wish I could do that to you. I really want to suck on your cock bad." I'd stood up and needed to rearrange my own stone hard cock. I noticed that the bed wasn't all the high and figured that if Alex really wanted to suck my cock as badly as I wanted him to then we'd figure something out. "You better go flush the toilet before my mom comes back wondering why she didn't hear it," he told me and when I came back he had scooted even closer to the edge of the bed. "I bet I can suck your cock from right here, do you think? He turned his head sideways to sort test it out. I helped by unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them and my underwear down just far enough so that they were free of the cloth and moved next to the bed. "Oh yeah, I can do this," he said. I held my cock down and moved in closer, headed toward Alex's mouth. Like me, he closed his mouth over the shaft then moved his head back and forth while exploring my cock head. Fuck it felt so good having him suck me. It was better than Scott I think, mostly because I really liked Alex as a boyfriend sort of person and I didn't really feel that way about Scott. I moved my hips back and forth, fucking his mouth as he sucked me and it didn't take long before I knew I was going to cum. "I'm gonna squirt soon Alex, do you want me to move?" I asked. He shook his head slightly from side to side. "Awesome, he wants me to cum in his mouth," I thought and stroked my cock a little faster. In barely the time it takes to tell it, my cock was blasting jests of sperm into his soft warm mouth and I was ready to fall on the floor from the feelings. It felt like I had as many squirts as Alex did but I knew darn well there wasn't as much of the stuff. Of course, it got to the ticklish part pretty fast and I had to step away from him, taking my cock with me of course. "That was way hot Alex," I panted as I put my cock away and zipped my pants back up. "It was for me too Brian. I loved sucking on your cock." I leaned down and kissed him again and he returned the effort, placing the arm with cast on it on my shoulder. "I wish you could stay here or something, help with my stuff so my mom didn't have to. I mean, I'd rather have someone other than my mom seeing me naked and doing some of the stuff that has to be done." I agreed with him that it must be a pretty embarrassing problem. Then I had an idea. "What about staying at my house Alex? My mom's a nurse. Maybe it would be easier for you if she had to see you naked and wash you and stuff and besides, maybe she would let me do those things for you. I could help you with school work and stuff too." "Oh man Brian that would be so cool. Yeah, I think it would be easier for me having your mom see me naked and touching my stuff than my own mom. That's just too weird. Besides, I heard her and my dad talking about her having to take weeks off of work to stay home with me and they can't really afford it. I guess our insurance would pay for a nurse, or something like that. I could ask her if you want me to." I nodded my head, "Yeah Alex, ask her and I'll ask my mom too." I brought the idea up to my mother as soon as I got home.