Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2008 11:47:30 -0600 From: victoria boy Subject: Broken Arms Part 1 Broken Arms Part 1 A Story by Victoria_Boy@Hotmail.com Comments & gifts (yeah right) welcome. M/m, oral, mild domination, one way sex. = = = = = = = = = = Dave and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. One day during a summer vacation we found my older brother's porno stash, and the two of us watched them almost every chance we had. It didn't take long for our watching to become jerking off together. Dave didn't have any access to porn in his house, so was always after me to have a glimpse of the DVDs and books, and always was excited to jerk off with the extra stimulation playing in the background. I liked jerking off too, but unlike Dave I couldn't stand getting my jizz on myself so did not let loose quite as much as he did. I never objected to getting the porn out whenever Dave asked, and since my brother had moved away to university and my parents both worked long hours my house offered a lot of privacy for us to enjoy a lot of jerk off time. I learned a lot about masturbation technique from the circle jerks Dave and I had. First, I had never seen an uncircumcised dick before. Next, I was fascinated to see how "into it" Dave was, unlike my own very conservative style. I also found Dave was able to jerk off 2, 3, or even many more times each day if time allowed. I quickly suspected that Dave was even more adventurous in his self-exploration when I was not around. Just from watching Dave I had learned quite a bit and was getting a lot better at my own self-stimulation, though I still had to make sure my load didn't hit me. The jerk off sessions for Dave and I became a very regular thing, happening almost every day, and often several times per day. Almost all my jerking off was with Dave, but it was quite clear that Dave jerked off a lot more than I did when I was not around. This pattern continued for the rest of the summer that we discovered the stash, all through the next school year and into the first few weeks of the following summer. In fact we had just gone out into the back yard after jerking off when the accident happened. Dave and I had gone out to the back yard after we cleaned up our mess (well Dave's mess was all over as usual, I had shot into a garbage bag). It was a hot day so the logical thing to do was jump on the trampoline with the lawn sprinkler cooling us down. Only a few minutes after starting on the trampoline, Dave tried to double-bounce me but slipped in the process. I remember coming down and trying to avoid landing on Dave, and bouncing off the trampoline onto the ground beside. The next few hours are full of sketchy memories, but to make a long story short my memory clears up when I woke up in the hospital with casts on both my broken wrists. That night when I got home it was obvious life was going to be a lot different for the 6-8 weeks until the casts came off. I didn't have enough strength in my barely exposed fingers to change my clothes or to go to the bathroom on my own. Dave tried to message me on MSN, but I could not type anything. It was pretty clear he felt guilty about the accident, but I'm a pretty easy going guy so was not mad. He called my parents while I was sleeping and it was agreed that Dave would come over early the next day to take care of me while my parents' were at work. The first few days at home were rather uneventful. I was not able to do much because of the pain, but could still tell things were improving. Dave slept over and was there to help get me food and dress me and typed for me to tell everyone I was ok. Dave felt horrible for his part in breaking my arms, and he was determined to do whatever it took to make me feel better. In my own mind I did not hold him responsible (it was an honest accident), but it made him feel better to help me out so I let him. On Day 3 we decided to venture out of the house. I had been wearing sweatpants and no shirt up until then to limit the changing I would need to do, but going out of the house would require actual clothing. Dave said he would pick things out while I went for what little of a shower I was able to have. I lasted in the shower with my plastic bags for about 2 minutes before I got a massive hardon. I tried to think un-sexy thoughts but had not gone that long without cumming since I discovered masturbation years before. Finally the soreness of my arms won out and my dick went down to swollen but soft. I kicked off the water and heard Dave coming towards the bathroom. He had a towel to dry me off. Dave was patting me down, and made some joke about how he was going to have to cop a feel when he got down to my waist. He patted my dick and balls dry through the towel, and my swollen shaft clearly offered some resistance. As Dave moved on to my legs I knew that there was little I would be able to do to keep my hardon from returning. Lucky for me Dave noticed right away and made light of the situation by saying how horny I must be as I must not be able to jerk off. I blushed and said yeah while looking at the floor. Dave finished drying me off, but did one final pat down on the way back up, firmly grasping my now throbbing hardon with the towel on the way. Dave then took the towel, leaving me standing there naked and hard and walked into my room where my clothes were laid out. When we got to my room Dave commented that the boxers he had picked out would not hold back my hardon, so he dug through my drawers and found the smallest pair of briefs he could find. He helped me step into them and pulled them up for me, then as if it were nothing he reached out and grabbed my shaft. He stroked it one and a half times, and then pushed it off to the side so he could fit it into the tight briefs. The ones he had chosen were low rise and a size too small, so the hip side where the head of my dick was barely wide enough to cover me when fully hard. I just stood there and throbbed against the confines of my briefs as Dave turned back to get the rest of my clothes. Dave made small talk saying he had not jerked off in a while too, and I noticed he was also hard. He was kind of mocking me, and my inability to do anything about my erection, but it was all in good fun. Dave finished getting me dressed and we went out to see some friends. My hardon passed by the time we were half way to our destination, but getting off was increasingly on my mind now that the subject had come up. I was pretty clumsy while we were out and spilled a milkshake on my shirt and shorts. Dave laughed and said what a dork I looked like. I said hi to a few friends and everyone was asking how I was and all that. I was glad I had ventured out, but was tired and wanted to go home. Dave and I left, and as soon as I got home he helped me out of my shorts and shirt. Hanging around in my underwear was not an uncommon thing for Dave and I given the amount we jerked off together, but these briefs were pretty small and very low rise so I felt a little exposed. I laid down on top of my sheets to have a quick nap and was out before I knew it. I woke up about 20 minutes later to the sounds of porn playing on my TV, and Dave sitting watching intently. When he noticed I was awake, Dave said he figured it would be fun to torture me a little more since I couldn't jerk off. The torture worked and I felt my dick swelling in my briefs. I got up and moved to the chair beside Dave (I'm lucky to have the whole basement to myself, with a bedroom and living room combination that gives me lots of room). We watched porn for a bit, and I was getting hard as the show continued. I eventually used the hard thumbs of my cast to flip my underwear so my erection could move to the side of the briefs. I muttered something like "Fuck this is killing me," and Dave just laughed. After a few more minutes of watching I asked Dave if wanted to jerk himself off, or if he was going to torture himself as well. It was clear Dave had been waiting for the invite as he quickly whipped his cock out and began to jerk just as he had done hundreds of times before. I moved myself a little, and tried to rub my own dick even a little with my cast, but it was hopeless. I sort of grunted and whimpered a bit, and Dave looked over and asked if I wanted him to get my shorts off. I said I did and Dave completely removed my underwear leaving me completely naked. Dave also stripped down (which he always did before finishing jerking off as he tended to make a big mess on himself), and returned to the chair beside me. Dave continued jerking himself, and it was becoming increasingly obvious there would be nothing I could do to make myself cum. I was sitting there, harder than I had ever been, and the only thing I could do was hold the head or my dick between my fingers and let my dick throb against my hand. I desperately wanted to cum, but there was nothing I could do to help stimulate myself. I think Dave was feeling pretty guilty watching me struggle. He made a few comments like "I feel bad" or "this is unfair." I agreed, but there was not much I could do about it. After a few more minutes of watching me sit helpless, Dave sat up. "Look, this is just not right. I won't enjoy this if you are going to be stuck like this." He paused for a second as I stared blankly, unable to come up with a solution. He continued: "K, why don't I just jerk it real quick for you. It will be win-win... you get to cum, and I won't feel so bad for leaving you all pent up like this." "You wouldn't mind?" I asked him, not sure if he was going to follow through. "Ugh, whatever... if it's got to be done it's got to be done." I don't think Dave was too excited about what he had agreed to do, but he was a lot more willing to help me out than I would have been if the situation were reversed. I was horny enough not to object as Dave tried to find a position where he could help me out. He just sat back beside me, but a little closer, and he reached over with his left hand to grab my dick. The first time I'd had my erection touched by anyone else had been earlier that day when Dave and pushed it in my underwear while dressing me, but that sensation was a lot different than having my dick stroked by someone besides myself. I could not help but moan in pleasure. The porn was nice, but it could have been the home shopping network for all I cared: being jerked off was what was turning me on. Dave's initial help was a little awkward, but after moving around a few times over the next 20 seconds he settled on sitting up and jerking me while I laid back and pretended to pay attention to the TV. When Dave switched to using his right hand on me I caught myself closing my eyes and ignoring the porno completely. I realized what I had been doing, and opened my eyes to see Dave watching the porno, and then looking at me to see if I was doing all right. He couldn't have been touching me for more than a minute, and I was already about to blow my load. "It's way tougher to jerk a cut guy. You must really be missing out without a foreskin," Dave said. "Yeah I guess." I didn't want to talk, I wanted to cum. "Are you going to jerk yourself as well?" I asked Dave. "A little," he said, starting to use his left hand a bit on his own cock. I think he would not have if I had not given the ok by asking. Dave was now sitting sideways, reaching across to jerk me with his right hand while he played with himself using his left hand. "Do you need some spit?" he asked me. He had obviously noticed that I used a little of my own spit as lube for the head of my dick while I was jerking off myself off over the past year. "Yeah, but careful, I'm pretty close," I said. I think my warning made this situation a little more real for Dave, but he looked ok with what was going on. He brought his hand to his mouth and spit onto his fingers, then brought his hand back to my dick and caressed the throbbing head. "How am I going to finish?" I asked. Dave was not sure what I meant, so I rephrased: "I don't cum on myself... where am I going to shoot?" Dave just sort of laughed. "O I got ya... haha I dunno. Why don't you just shoot on my belly like I do and I'll clean it all up at once." I looked at him not sure if he was serious, and he looked back as if he should not have said that. I think he was going to say something else when I started to groan and grunt more. The thought of blowing my load on someone was way too hot, and was going to make me cum right away. I thought "Shit, I don't want to cum yet," but unfortunately my thoughts were not in control. I sort of rolled over onto my side and was trying to prop myself up while shouting "K, here it cums!!" Dave looked scared as if he had not thought this through all the way and completely regretted saying I should cum on him and was trying to think of another option. It was far too late for that as I began to shoot, and Dave leaned back and he continued to jerk me off and I covered him with my cum. This was my first orgasm at someone else's hand, and I had not jerked off since before the accident. Those things plus Dave's suggestion I shoot on him sent me over the edge and I shot the largest load I had ever shot. Dave was covered. He had stopped jerking himself off except for tiny movements, but clearly that was enough as he could not hold himself back from cumming. He clearly looked embarrassed having been set into orgasm by my load covering his body. "That was incredible" was all I could say at first. "We have to do that again, soon!" Dave was so covered in our two loads of jizz that he could not move without having cum run off his body, so I got up and got him the towel from my shower earlier. When I walked back to him I looked and could see exactly how wet he was. There was a clearly visible "V" pattern across Dave's body from the base of his left ribcage that went from his left nipple to his right elbow all the way across his arm, up to his shoulders, across his neck and splattering on the underside of his chin. I had overshot his arm and shoulder, and was thankful that I had hit his discarded shirt and a blanket instead of the material of the chair. I would hate to have to explain that stain to my mother. Dave had shot a lot of his own cum too—far more than normal from what I remember. I could see how his own shots splattered in a different line from his cock mostly pointing towards his left shoulder. Some of his cum had over-shot his shoulder and landed beside his face. One drop had even hit Dave on the ear. Where our spray patterns crossed the coverage was nearly complete, and on the fringes where only one of us had shot there was still a significant amount of cum covering Dave's skin. I could see his dick was still twitching. I was becoming very talkative. I don't think this was the best idea, as Dave looked rather embarrassed both that he had jerked his friend off, let him cover him in cum in a way not even seen in porno videos, and that this had made him cum with hardly a touch to his own dick. Lucky for him I had no intention of making him feel bad at all. I was blabbing on about how amazing that was, and how we needed to try that again, and how horny I had been. I should have just shut up, but in the end it did not matter as Dave was starting to relax a bit. = = = = = = = = = = Victoria_Boy@Hotmail.com has also posted the following stories generously hosted by my friends at www.nifty.org: /gay/highschool/photos-with-jordan (Nov 22, 2006) /gay/college/steps-to-sucking-cock/ (Sep 7 2003) /gay/college/giving-head/ (Jul 25 2000) /gay/college/slavecam (Aug 5 1999) /gay/athletics/serving-kevin (Oct 17 1998) + I think one other... but my computer was stolen a few years back (with the ending to Steps on the hard drive) and I can't remember the name of the other story, or where it was posted... if you happen to know please remind me!!)