Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2009 21:42:22 -0600 From: Mark Drew Subject: Chapter 2 of Giving Tony a Hand Subject: Giving Tony A Hand-02 Beginning of Disclaimer The following is a totally made up story of consensual sexual encounters between totally made up young teen boys. No trees were harmed in the writing of this story. If you are under eighteen or if this sort of thing is a turn off for you then you shouldn't read a lot of it because you will go blind. (Anyway, what the hell did you think you were going to find in a Gay Stories Archive) End of Disclaimer Giving Tony A Hand-02 Now there's Tony, at first, he was quiet and sad, just like I had been when I got here. Since we started hanging out, he went being a boy to growing into a young teen. From what I've felt during my "accidental" basketball groping, Tony has also grown "downstairs" and now I wonder if maybe I could be to him what Billy was to me. I mean now that sweet looking dude has become the star of my jerk off fantasies, and has me shooting loads of cum in his honor. And Billy had been right about my dick growing, because now it's close to six and a half inches (six and three eighths inches to be exact). I know because I measure it all the time. When Tony broke his left wrist, I was the first to his side and remembered how he hugged me tight as he tried not to cry in front of the little kids who had watched him fly off the ramp and fall onto the curb. He was left with a cast from his hand almost to his elbow, leaving him just minimal use of his fingers. They were supposed to fly up to Oregon, so his Mom could be with his aunt when she had her new baby, on the day Tony decided to retry the stunt that had broken his left wrist three weeks before. I was shooting baskets as Tony set up his skateboard ramp. He was shirtless, and wearing gym shorts, but had on knee and elbow pads, and of course I couldn't help but think how delicious he looked. I gave him a thumbs up when he looked over at me, then he waved and smiled, tapping his helmet, as he dropped his board and took off down the street. I was watching, along with a few of the little kids, as Tony came flying off the ramp and must have flown almost eight feet before landing. In a horrifying instant one of his wheels must have hit a stone, causing him to lose his balance and come crashing down, this time landing hard on his right wrist as he made a last ditch try to protect his already broken left one. "Oooooommmmmmm..." Tony groaned as he rolled onto his back, tears rolling down his cheeks. I was at his side in an instant. "Don't move Tony... just lie still and get your breath." I told him, eyeing his obviously broken right wrist. He did as he was told and lay there until he had his wits about him. "Hey Danny, go get my Mom. Please" he sobbed, as he asked the 8-year-old, leader of the little kids. In minutes Tony's Mom was by his side. Once she determined that he had only broken his arm and a few small scrapes, but hadn't done any more serious damage to himself, she was both relieved and distraught. "Oh Tony... why couldn't you be more careful. Judy's depending on me and now..." "I'm sorry Mom. I just wanted to try it one time before we left." Tony said weakly, as I came up behind him, wrapped my arms around his chest, and lifted him to his feet. "Jon... would you please help me get him to the emergency room." Tony's mom asked. The ride to the hospital was anxious to say the least. Tony's poor Mom had a sister giving birth and a son with two broken arms, who would also need her to care for him. She fretted continuously as she sped through traffic. After her son was safely at the hospital and the doctor was taking x-rays, she finally broke down sobbing. "Oh Jon... this is so fucked up... I'm sorry kiddo... messed up... what am I going to do?" I thought about it for a minute. My Mom works and other than mowing a few lawns during the week, I hang around all day. Why wouldn't I be capable of helping out my friend's Mom by helping to take care of him for a few weeks? "Why don't you go ahead and go to Portland and I can help with Tony." "Oh no... I can't ask you to do that." She replied, patting me on the knee. "I'm not busy with anything and I could just stay over at your house. If anything would come up I could call my Mom." I reasoned. "We'd better check with your Mother." She replied, pulling her cell phone and calling my Mom. She got up and walked into the hallway for privacy, then returned a few minutes later, handing the phone to me. "Are you sure you know what you're volunteering for?" Mom asked. "You'll need to not only help him get dressed and undressed, but you'll also need to bathe him and even wipe his butt for him." I hadn't really given it all that much thought, but before this all happened I would have gladly paid to perform all those duties, maybe with the exception of wiping his ass. "They really need my help... and besides I'm not doing anything else." "Okay... as long as you understand how important this is. I know Tony is your friend, but they really need you to stand up for them." Tony's Mom reached into her purse and counted off $200 and handed it to me. "Here... take this for food and expenses and I'll pay you $150 for helping." The doctor called Tony's Mom, then she waved for me to follow her into the examination room. "It's a clean break, but I doubt Tony should be back on his skateboard for a while." The doctor smiled, mussing Tony's thick hair as he showed us the x-rays. The doctor was attempting to lighten the mood, as tears still rolled down Tony's cheeks. "I cleaned up those scrapes, they're minor and should clear up in a few days." "I'm so so so sorry Mom." Tony sobbed, looking down at his two identical casts. "I've ruined everything." Tony's mom smiled at me and wiped away his tears. "Actually... Jon has volunteered to come over and stay with you to help you out so I can still go to Judy's." his Mom informed him. "Honey, everything will be okay." Tony looked up at me and smiled. "Oh man... You'd do that... come over and stay with me. That's so awesome!" I got a warm and fuzzy feeling as Tony grinned at me. I was sure I had never seen him smile so brightly. "I'll be there for you Tony, for whatever you need. I can help you out." Tony surprised me when he stood and wrapped his cast-covered arms around me, clumsily giving me a hug. "Jon... you're the best!" He said, leaning his head on my shoulder. It was a sweet and sincere gesture that immediately let me know how much my volunteering meant to him. As he released his embrace he flashed me a shy smile. "I agree. Thanks a bunch Jon." Tony's Mom added, mussing my hair, then smoothing it straight again. The doctor patted me on the shoulder. "You're a good friend, Jon. Since you'll be in charge, these are the prescriptions you'll need to pick up. If he's in a lot of pain, you can double the dosage, but definitely not more than that. I don't foresee any problems, but here is my card, just in case." He told me, writing his home number on the back of the card. On the way home, we stopped at the pharmacy to fill the prescriptions and get another shower bag for his new cast, then I ran over to my house to grab some overnight supplies and clothes when we got back. While I was gathering up my stuff, I suddenly felt a little light-headed. It was then that I realized I was hyperventilating, obviously from being caught up in the intense situation with Tony and his Mom. I forced myself to calm down and began to assess exactly what I had gotten myself into. I drank a glass of warm water and looked at myself in the mirror, thinking things through. I decided right away that I could do what was needed of me, after all, Tony was my friend. I also figured that I needed to push any sex fantasies or thoughts of taking advantage of the situation way to the back of my mind. I figured if anything was going to happen between Tony and I, it probably would have happened by now. I glanced through my quickly prepared overnight bag and realized I didn't need 11 pair of boxers, and that I probably could do without the 14 pairs of socks and 8 plain white T-shirts. With my mind clear I repacked just the bare essentials for a couple of days, knowing anything else I needed would be a few minutes away. Tony's Mom gave me a quick run down on what there was to eat and the instructions for his pills, then she gave him a kiss and flew out the door. Tony walked to the window and pulled back the curtain, watching her go. I could tell it was an emotional moment because he looked so sad waving goodbye. It was as he turned away from the window that I could see the tears streaming down his face. "Hey... it's gonna be ok." I told him softly, grabbing a box of tissues and pulling one out. He smiled as I wiped his face. "I know... it's just that she's never left me... you know?" "It's tough, I guess, but she'll be back it a couple days." "I know... thanks." He said softly, then grinning as he gave a playful swipe, only an inch from my chin, with his newest cast. "You feeling all right?" I smiled, thinking to myself about the last boy's face I had wiped with a tissue. "Oh yeah... a little beat though." He said as he slid into a chair at the kitchen table. "Been a rough day... and I think those pain pills are starting to kick in" I took out a couple of glasses, added ice, then filled them with coke, adding a straw to his. "This should help revive you." I told him as I flipped on the TV. I ran around the dial trying to find something worth watching when I came across a rerun of Malcolm in the Middle. "Let's watch Malcolm. It's cool." Tony said, almost reading my mind. It was one of the good ones, with lots of Justin Berfield, as Reese, running around shirtless, showing off that oh-so delicious body. As we watched I had to readjust my swollen prick a few times as I let my mind wander to fantasies of lapping the sweat off his tight body. "That Reese guy must work out." Tony said, absentmindedly, when a commercial came on. Stating the obvious, but taking me by surprise. "Yeah... But in like some of the early ones, he was pretty ripped." I observed. "Remember the one where they went to the waterpark?" Tony giggled. "Oh yeah! That one was hella funny. Reese put his jock in Malcolm's face and then Malcolm pulled Reese's swim trunks down in front of everybody!" "Yeah... that's the one." I laughed, thinking of how out of control those guys get. "I bet he's so buff because he plays such a hard-ass he needs to look tough." Tony observed. It was then when I realized that in all the times Tony and I had sat and talked that the subject of guys and their physiques had never come up. "I suppose so. You know you're built pretty good too." I thought out loud, surprising myself. Tony beamed at me. "Thanks Jon... you really think so?" he said glancing down at his bare torso. "Well... you're thirteen, and probably built better than Reese, you know, Justin Berfield, was when he was your age." I said, amazed that I was even having this conversation. "Thanks..." he said quietly. "I think you're built really nice too. Not too big, just really nice." By the time the words had left his lips my cock was rock hard with thought he had even noticed "Thanks... but you're just saying that." I grinned, giving my aching dick a good squeeze, hidden from Tony's gaze. Tony smiled at me and winked. "I wouldn't say it if it weren't true." "Thanks... again." I said, returning his wink. Then the commercials were over and we went back to watching Malcolm and Reese. My mind went back again and again to our conversation, but I tried to convince myself that it was just talk after all. Pleasantly intriguing, but just talk. Right? I refilled our cokes during the last commercial, which then came back to the show with both Malcom and Reese shirtless and in boxers. I swear if I'd had TIVO or a VCR, it would have been an episode for the archives. After the show was over I went in and took a leak, then was surprised when Tony was outside the door when I came out. "Um... Jon I've got to go... you know." He said nervously. "Ohhhh... just a leak... or..." Tony smiled shyly, "If it was just a leak, I can slide down my shorts and sit. I've got to... umm..." "Drop a log?" I suggested. "Yep... that would be it." Tony smiled weakly, sliding past me into the bathroom. "You want me to close the door?" I asked, realizing this was probably the first of many times I was going to help him perform the duties (no pun intended) he had been doing for himself since he was a small child. As apprehensive as I had been, having to help him, it couldn't have been close to as mortifying as it was for him, to be so dependent on someone's help, just to take a shit. "No... I'll just be a sec." He said, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and slipping them down, leaving him in pair of white bikini briefs, which seemed nicely packed for a guy his age. "Here goes..." he grinned, as he slipped his briefs down, revealing the treasures I had been lustfully fantasizing about for months. I was surprised to see though his equipment was as delicious as his sweet body, I couldn't see a pubic hair in sight. He playfully wiggled his ass, making his three or so inches of circumcised boymeat dance, while his juicy set of hangers swayed in time. "Sooo... what you think?" he teased as he sat down. "Nothing to be ashamed of there Tony." I smiled, surprised at his playfulness, but most definitely not put off by it. "Yeah... but I'm still bald, down there." He said, glancing down. "Yeah... but it'll come along sooner or later." I offered, as I heard him relieving himself. "Jon...you're just way too cool to be helping me out like this." He said quietly, as he finished up. "This is soooo... embarrassing." He muttered. I really sympathized for him. He was trying to be light hearted, but I knew it just had to awful for him. "Come on Tony. It's not that bad." I told him. He smiled, then stood up and turned around. "You still think so?" he giggled as he wiggled his tight little buns at me. I grabbed a few wads of toilet tissue and squatted down behind him, thankfully, wiping him clean wasn't as hideous a job as it could have been. "All done." I told him, as I tossed it into the toilet and flushed. "Thanks..." he smiled, turning around quickly, leaving his cock and balls swaying only inches from my face. "Hmmm... don't mention it." I gasped, really struggling with the impulse go down on that scrumptious cock right then and there. Tony had on a sly grin as I stood back up. "You know... as long as we're in here... and since I'm already pretty much naked... We might as well take a shower. I was pretty sweaty even before we went to the hospital." He said, sniffing his armpit and wrinkling his nose. "Take a shower... together? Well... if you think so." I wondered, not having the slightest reason to disagree with his invitation, but in disagreement over the scent of his hot sweaty bod. "I figured you'd get soaked trying to wash me, so we might as well both get in and save water too." Tony reasoned, kicking off his shoes and socks. "I'll need you to bag my casts for me, first." He said, using his fingertips to tug open the walk-in shower door, and spun the valve to his familiar setting with his index finger. "At least I can do that much." He grinned. "This is way big enough for two guys and the wall sprayers are awesome." "Oh yeah... Makes sense to me." I agreed, finding the bag from the pharmacy and taking the new cast protector out of the box and slipping it onto his right arm. The reality of what was happening struck me as I took the other one from the towel rack and was slipping it over his left one. I was about to take a shower with a boy I had been lusting after for months! Naturally, my cock began to swell. I peeled off my shirt as I kicked off my sandals, doing some math calculations in my head to help calm my anxious cock before sliding my khaki shorts down to the floor. My cock had settled down to a semi when I noticed Tony's meat looked to have risen and grown a bit thicker. Suddenly seeming a bit nervous, Tony stopped watching me and stepped into the shower, facing the spray, as I dropped my boxers. I stepped into the shower and saw that he was still facing spray as I grabbed the soap and a hand towel. "Here goes Tony." I said, as I began to soap up his shoulders, working my war around his neck. I noticed how firm his smooth body was as I washed his upper back and tried to tease him as I ran the cloth down his spine, dangerously close to his crack, but he was still quiet. He flinched a little bit as I soaped down his back and ran the cloth over his firm little buns, then I got a little playful and "accidentally" slipped my finger down his crack and across his little pucker as I cleaned his backside. "Hey Jon... that tickles." Tony giggled nervously. "Ooops... Sorry." I lied, as I got down on one knee and soaped up his firm, hairless legs by starting at his thighs and working down the outside. Then beginning at his feet, I slowly slid my soapy hands up toward his pink hangers and gently rolled them in the soapy wash cloth. "Mmmmm..." he moaned, as his tight little buns flexed. It was apparent that I was pushing all the right buttons. "You OK Tony?" I asked, washing down the inside of his thigh. "Well... actually..." Tony said, slowly turning to face me. "I've got... uh... well... you know..." he stammered, as he shyly presented me with a close up view of five or so inches of throbbing boyhood, almost as thick as mine, arching upward as it enticed me. "Oh... nothing to be ashamed of there... Definitely." I breathed, as my cock quickly swelled to attention. "Seems like they've got minds of their own. I know mine does, anyway." I assured him, as I stood and began to soap down his shoulders and chest. "Oh yeah?" Tony smiled, glancing down at my now equally hard prick. "Yours is big." "Thanks." I smiled, flexing it a few times for his entertainment. "Do you ever... ah... you know... jack off?" he asked, eyeing my cock and nervously biting his lower lip. Knowing things seemed to be going in the right direction, I grinned at him silently, then gave him a wink, before washing down his tight stomach and soaped up his navel. "Oh yeah... a lot... at least three times a day. Do you?" He bit his lip again and looked back down at my throbbing bone. "Yeah... but with these casts it looks like I won't be able to for a while. Unless..." he said, looking deeply into my eyes. "Unless... what?" I whispered, as I reached his throbbing cock with the wash cloth, then lightly wiped it down as it jumped and throbbed. He winced, and then bit his lip in anticipation. I could sense his desire, but I wanted him to say it, because I didn't dare make a misstep that could ruin our relationship. When he didn't reply right away, I hung up the washcloth, grabbed the shampoo and worked his thick hair into a nice lather. Tony looked down at my bouncing bone before looking directly into my eyes. "Jon... have you ever done... umm... you know... stuff... with another boy?" he breathed, giving me a nervous little smile, as he let the water rinse his hair. I hadn't counted on that question. "Wow Tony... that's pretty personal." I grinned as I turned off the shower, and then traced my right index finger down his cheek and across his lips. I was only slightly surprised when he opened his mouth and gently bit down on my finger. I knew for sure that we were getting somewhere when he started swabbing it with his tongue and sucking on it. "Whoa..." I whispered, sensing Tony taking charge of the situation I wrapped my left hand around his hot boymeat and began massaging and stroking it, and teasing the head with my fingertips. Tony let my finger slip from his lips as he gasped with pleasure, leaning against the wall and thrusting his cock into my stroking hand. From the passion in his eyes it became clear he'd been waiting and wanting for this moment as much as I had been. "Oh fuck... yesssss... ooooohhhh... Jonnnn... yeaaaaahhhhh." I slid my fingers down his neck and down the center of his firm chest, then lightly tweaked his left nipple as I leaned close to his ear. "The answer is yessss..." I breathed, as I brushed my cheek against his. He moaned as I rubbed his slit with my thumb, turning his face to mine. "Excellent... me too." He whispered. Taking that as a green light, I leaned in and my lips met his, parting to welcome his hotly thrusting tongue in to wrestle with my own. I dropped my right hand down and gave my cock a few dozen strokes before taking Tony's meat into it next to mine, fucking the length of my cock against his hard hot one in my fist. It had been one of many favorite moves with Billy and the last one we did before he left, so it was so deliciously perfect be doing it for the first time with Tony. Our kiss broke as he wrapped his arms around my neck, clumsily trying to pull me closer, as he cooed into my ear. "I didn't think breaking my arms would ever turn out to be so good... Oh fuck...it's like I'm living my best dream ever and I'm afraid I'll wake up." He bucked his hips to thrust his cock against mine, moaning. "Aaaaaahhhhhh... It feels so good... Oooooohhhhh..." The friction of his meat against mine was driving me crazy with lust too, and knowing I was making this beautiful boy feel the same way made it even hotter. But unlike Tony, my mind wouldn't process the words, as every thrust produced a gasping moan of pleasure. Just when I had reached the point when I felt my cum rush reach the point of no return, Tony gasped, then groaned. "Oooooohhhh... I'm cumming... aaaaaaahhhhhh..." then was slightly surprised when he spurted a load of watery boy jizz onto my cock, pubes and hand. I was planning my next move as I gasped, "Ooooohhhhh... Yeaaahhhhh... baby." Then my cock erupted and coated Tony's cock, balls and abs with easily my biggest load since Billy left. I kept rubbing the spurting knob up and down his abs until I was drained. Maybe he thought I was exhausted when I slowly dropped to my knees in front of him, but that shit went straight out the window when I swallowed down his sticky meat and began to hungrily power suck him. "Oh yeah... Oh yeah Jon... suck my fuckin' dick!!!" Tony wimpered, as his cast covered forearms forced my head to his cock. "Ooooooooooooo... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... feeeeels soooooo fuckin gooooooooooood... I can't believe it!" I caressed those beautiful hairless nuts in my left hand while sliding my right hand up to trace my fingers over his quivering, cum-coated abs, scooping up a load as my hand moved upward. I went to working on his knob with my tongue, jabbing it into the slit, when I slipped my cum drenched fingers into his gasping mouth, making him moan with pleasure as he cleaned our sticky boy sauce from them. He began thrusting passionately, his throbbing five incher stopping just short of my throat as I got him rocking and moaning as I power sucked him. "Oh fuck!!!!! I'm cumming again... Ooooooooo fuck ooooooooo fuck aaaaaaaa..." he babbled, before rewarding me with a spurting load of his delicious boy juice as I barely slowed my sucking on his smoking meat. My cock was begging for relief as dropped my right hand down and began stroking it fully, delirious with the pleasure I was giving my hot young boyfriend. He was moaning constantly now, writhing and babbling with lust as my lips and tongue worked his pleasure aching rod. From the lack of hair I had expected a dry orgasm, but the juicy hangers I was caressing had supplied two back to back loads of yummy cream. I was doing my best to get three out the dreamy little stud when I blasted a gut wrenching cum load onto his lower legs and feet and kept right on stroking. Then the doorbell rang. I knew immediately who it was. "Awwwww man!! That's gotta be my Mom. She said she would bring us pizza." I said climbing to my feet and quickly rinsing us both off. I slipped on a pair of shorts and quickly went to the door as the doorbell rang again. I was right, it was my Mom. End Chapter 2