Date: Thu, 4 Jun 2020 17:09:46 -0600 From: Joe Smith Subject: Back in the Day part 8 Back in the day - Chapter 8 I've been thinking about this for a while. I had many adventures in my younger years, but most didn't go anywhere near as far as I now wish they had. So I thought I'd tell you about these fun times with both boys and girls, with a little artistic license to get the events to the point I wish they'd gotten to years ago. Some of the stories are taking actual events and expanding on them to include more than just the nudity that actually took place, while some are completely fictional other than still being about real kids I've known. Needless to say, all names have been changed. Each chapter will be a different event, though there may be overlap of some of the characters. The stories will be of events that took place from the time I was young teen or even preteen up to now with me in my 60's. They won't necessarily be presented in chronological order. I'll be guided by what memory pops into my warped mind. If you enjoy the stories on Nifty, mine or others, I hope you'll consider making a donation to keep this wonderful site going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you enjoy the stories I'd love to hear from you – crnhskrfn77@gmail.com. I'm also available to chat on wickr (thanks to one of my readers!) – I'm crnhskrfn77 on there. You can find my previous stories in the prolific authors section under crnhskrfn. If you want to comment on any of them, please use the email above as the email listed in those stories is no longer active. Nicholas Hey all, Robbie here. This story is a little shorter than some of the others but hopefully you'll enjoy it just the same. I want to tell you about a 13-year-old boy – son of some old friends of mine. I was in my early 40's at the time. The reason this took place stems from a sad place, an auto accident that sent all of them to the hospital. Finally, after a week or so in various hospitals, they were able to come home, but not without a lot of help. Thankfully, they had lots of family and friends in the area to help out. People brought in food, cleaned, did yard work. Anything that needed doing, someone pitched in and helped out. One thing that hadn't happened because of the big cast on his leg from foot to thigh, and the cast on his arm, was a shower for Nicholas. And despite the fact that he wasn't doing much but laying around, everyone could definitely tell that it had been too long. So, after I got there after work one afternoon, I announced that Nicholas was getting a shower. Nicholas looked at me like I was crazy. "I have two casts that aren't exactly waterproof. How can I take a shower?" "I've been thinking about that." I'd walked in with a bag and from that I pulled out two things – a box of large trash bags and a roll of duct tape. "I think if we put a trash bag over each cast and then secure it top and bottom with tightly wrapped duct tape we should be good. The duct tape will not go on your skin, but just tightly wrap around you above and below the cast with the trash bag between the tape and your skin, which should in effect create a pretty good seal. What do you think?" "Sounds to me like it should work." He looked over at his Dad. "Sounds good to me too son." "Thanks Robbie. I've been wanting a shower for days!" I picked him up out of the recliner he was sitting in and put him in his wheelchair. I pushed him down the hall to the entrance of the bathroom. Then I picked him up again and took him into the bathroom. I set him down on the chair that they had put in place in the bathtub/shower for all of them to use. I worked his shirt off over his cast and his good arm and pulled it over his head. Then I put a bag on his arm and secured it in place. Next, I stood him up briefly so I could slide his boxers down and then helped him sit again. His 13-year-old dick hung there for me to see, about 3" long. I took the other trash bag and brought it up to cover his leg cast, then worked at securing it tightly with the duct tape. This was the place most likely to allow leakage, so I worked hard to get it tightly secured. In doing so my hand brushed his young dick a couple of times. "Sorry about that Nicholas, can't be helped." "It's ok Robbie. Thanks for helping me." "Sure pal, that's what friends are for. You know I'd do anything for you or your folks." "Ok Nicholas, you're all set. The water is to a good temp, so I'm going to switch it to the shower head. With two casts on, there will places like your back that are hard to wash. When you need help, let me know. I'll sit on the toilet while you're getting cleaned up so I'm here when you need me." I switched the water over the shower head, keeping my hand over it for a second so the cold water in the line didn't startle Nicholas. Then I closed the curtain and left him to his devices. It must have been about 5 minutes before he called out. "I'm ready for some help now Robbie." I pulled the curtain back part way so water didn't go everywhere. "What's up pal?" "Can you switch the water to the handheld shower head and give it to me?" "Here you go." And again, I closed the curtain and another couple of minutes went by. "Ok Robbie, I need some more help." I pulled the curtain back. "Would you shampoo my hair?" I did so, then took the handheld from him and rinsed the shampoo from his hair. "Keep your eyes closed. I'm going to put some conditioner in and it burns like crazy if it gets in your eyes." "I know, it's happened to me before." I had the conditioner in. "Want me to wash your back?" "Yes please." I put some soap in my hand and rubbed it over his back. This skin was so soft to the touch and it was turning me on. Of course, a naked 13-year-old is going to turn me on if I'm touching him or not. But hopefully I am! Using the handheld, I rinsed his back off. "I'm guessing you can't reach the lower part of your good leg because of the cast – need help there?" "Yeah, that would be good." I knelt down so I could reach his foot. Luckily, the good leg that I needed to wash was toward the outside of the tub and I didn't have to reach across his broken one to get at it. I grabbed some more soap. "I'm starting at your foot – don't worry, I'll try not to make it tickle. Then I'll move up your leg and you just say stop when I get to the point where you were able to reach." I washed his foot then started slowly working up that beautiful leg, washing it and enjoying just touching his young smooth flesh. There was a light dusting of hair on his leg, but not enough that you didn't think of him as anything but a young boy. I was approaching his knee. "Need me to keep going?" "Um, uh, yes please." Since the conditioner was still in his hair he was keeping his eyes closed. I washed further up to the middle of his thigh. "Nicholas?" Nicholas's breathing was a little heavier and his dick was rising. "Um, keep going please." I wasn't going to argue and moved my hand up further still. Nicholas spread his legs to give me more access, which made me think he was hoping to be touched in areas I didn't think I would get to touch. I whispered to him "Just tell me when to stop, ok buddy?" "Mmm hmm." And he moved his leg out more. I worked further up his thigh, keeping the ruse up of washing him and using plenty of soap. I was now to his balls, and he hadn't said to stop. I took his sack in my hand and washed it, moving the small orbs in the sack around. A small moan escaped Nicholas's lips. I worked my hand into the creases between his legs and crotch. Still he didn't say anything, but this breathing was really rapid, and his dick was now throbbing. I was pretty sure now that we was hoping for release, and I was happy to give it to him. I rinsed my hand before taking hold of his rigid penis. I didn't want any soap on it right now, mainly because I planned to have it in my mouth shortly. I moved to the head and pealed back his foreskin. I rinsed around the corona thoroughly – I doubted it had been washed since before the accident. With the conditioner still in his hair, it gave him the excuse to keep his eyes tightly closed. I moved my hand up and down his dick a few times but I knew that he wouldn't last long, partly because it had been some time since he'd had any release, and partly because he was a 13-year-old boy with what I suspected was a hair trigger. So I didn't waste any more time and leaned in, taking his hard dick (which had grown to about 4 ½ rock hard inches) into my mouth and began to give the dear boy what I thought was likely his first blowjob. I heard Nicholas gasp when it happened, but he didn't say a word. His quiet moans said it all. His precum was the nectar of the gods. If I could bottle that I'd be richer than Midas. As I started sucking him I took his balls back in hand to massage them. Turns out that I was right about the hair trigger. I had only moved my lips up and down his hard shaft a few times when I felt his balls start pulling up and his good leg go stiff. He shot 3 good solid shots of sweet young boy cum into my mouth before tapering off to slower dribbles. I sucked all I could from that beautiful piece of boy meat before he got too sensitive. Swallowing his cum, I savored the taste in my mouth. I stood up and started rinsing the conditioner from his hair. When that was done, I leaned down and whispered to him. "Was that the kind of help you were hoping for?" "Um, I didn't really think that would happen, but thank you!" he whispered back. He threw his arm around my neck and squeezed me tight. "One last thing to do pal – I need to wash your butt. Let me help you stand for a minute." We got him stood up and I held on to him, reaching around with my other arm and a handful of soap and lathered up the glorious twin globes of a succulent young boy ass. I worked a couple of fingers up and down his crack to get him good and clean and zeroed in on his little pucker. When I started rubbing it, he started moaning again. "Easy baby, we have to get finished up before people think I've drowned you and stuffed you down in the drain. And oh, by the way, that is one cute ass!" That got him laughing, and I knew then we'd be alright. As I dried off that beautiful body, and sadly, covered it up with a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt, I told him softly "Anything you need, just let me know. Nobody else has to know if you need special help from me." He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks."