Date: Fri, 05 Dec 2008 14:18:19 -0500
From: nuday101@hushmail.com
Subject: Touching  Part one

This story contains sexual contact between males.  If it is unlawful or
inappropriate for you to be here, please leave now. The story and
characters are fictional, I hope you enjoy it. Your emails and responses
are appreciated. A great thanks to Pete for all his input and editing.


Touching Part One


Finally it's my senior year of high school. I've worked hard. I've made
good grades, joined the right clubs, been an officer in my class government
and played my share of sports. So you would think that would be enough.
Not! Now for me to get the college of my choice, I have to participate in a
community project. Well sorry, but I'm just not the giving type. So as all
good boys do, I have put it off until the last possible moment. I have
grown tired of hearing my mother saying, "Andrew, you need to do a project
if you expect to get into the college you want."

Okay, okay. So I headed into the guidance office and waited for
Ms. Riley. She likes me, so I'm pretty sure she'll cut me some slack and
find an easy one so I can just show I care enough for the damn University
to offer me a place in their school.

"Andrew," she hugs me, "so you finally figured out you need to get into the
community project program." She smiles.

"Please Ms. Riley, you know I hate this stuff, just give me an easy one,
please?" I flirt.

"I wish I had a choice for you Andy, but you are the last one to sign up
and there is only one position left," she informs me.

She goes on, "Andy, this one may the best for you anyway. It will help you
learn to be more giving. I don't think that's a bad thing truthfully," she
tells me with here sweet voice.

I know I'm in for a problem. Ms. Riley pulls out a file and the look of
concern on her face tells me she is serious. She begins, "Andrew, not all
young kids are as lucky as you. You have a wonderful family and a great
deal of ability and opportunity. Not everyone is that lucky. Here is a good
example of a boy your age whose life has changed dramatically. His name is
Sam Wilson, he and his family were in a terrible auto accident a few months
ago. Sam lost a lot in the accident, he lost his entire family and he lost
his sight.

"No, please Ms. Riley, anything but that, I can't do sick people. I'm just
not good with them", I was begging.

No matter how much I begged, I knew I was in for a stubborn look from
Ms. Riley. I even tried to talk to my mom and see if she could get me out
of this, but no one wanted to help me. I was stuck and knew this wasn't
going to be fun.

I put it off and finally on Tuesday I was forced to go over to this small
inpatient rehabilitation facility not far from our school. There were a few
cars parked around the building and when I entered I asked what room Sam
Wilson was in. The lady at the front desk was on the phone and another was
ringing, so she just pointed towards the left and wrote 106 on a sticky
pad. I wandered down the hall and found the room. I didn't see anyone
around, so I quietly opened the door. There was one small lamp lit in the
corner, I figured with him being blind, light wasn't an issue. But for me
the light was just bright enough to take in the scene.

Apparently I had been a little too quite with my entry, because there in
front of me was a kid about my age and size, with his boxers off and lying
beside him. I could see his hand moving up and down along the shaft of his
dick as he beat off. I froze. Should I leave, should I make a noise? I did
nothing but watch.

Now I have never really thought of myself as a weirdo, but how often do you
get to see this? I could see the head of his dick above his fist as he
rapidly simulated himself. His body glistened with preparation, his head
was thrown back and his mouth slightly open. The veins in his arms appeared
more like ropes under the skin as his hand continued its tight grip. His
balls jiggled with each down stoke and the lower portion of his fist
disappeared in a black bush of pubic hair. He was thin and mostly hairless
over most of his body. His angular face was a bit distorted with his
effort, but most likely, I thought, he was a nice looking kid. I caught
myself in this evaluation wondering why I was taking stock of this kid, why
I was watching this, why I couldn't just leave. I had no answer.

I saw his toes point downward and heard him grunt as the first eruption of
cum flew from his dickhead. In an arc it traveled upward and crashed on his
smooth belly. Again and twice more in smaller arcs he came and his hand
slowed and he pulled it away showing me his extended dick now shiny and
wet. That's when I realized I had not been breathing, feeling a bit dizzy,
I sucked in some air.

He heard me and sat up using one elbow to brace himself and he yelled
out. "Whose there?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were, I wasn't expecting to see you, of damn,
I'm sorry I'll leave," I stuttered.

"Who are you? Were you watching me beat off, you pervert?" he screamed.

"No, I mean yeah, I guess I was, I didn't mean to, but well I just never
saw anyone do that." I was embarrassed and struggled for the right words.

"You bastard, get over here, tell me who you are!" he demanded.

"I walked closer and couldn't help but look at his dick still dripping a
bead of cum onto the sheet below him. The shaft was red from friction and
the head still extended although not as much as when he had finished his
personal deed. There were small strings of his cum twisted in his pubes and
some spots beginning to dry along his torso. I arrived at his bedside. I
think he felt my presence as he said, "Who are you?'

"I'm Andrew West, I'm here to get to know you and I'm supposed to be a
friend to you."

"Some friend you'll be and I guess you know me pretty well now, don't you
pervert?"

"No, I'm not like that, I just didn't know what to do, you were, well it
looked like you were enjoying yourself, and I just didn't know what I
should do," I reasoned.

"So you like looking at my dick, Andrew West?" he asked.

How do you answer that one I thought. I obviously did, I don't know why,
but even then I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I was glad he couldn't see
me starring.

"Look, I'm sorry, maybe I should just go," I said.

I began to back away and he spoke.

"Not so fast Perv, you're not coming in here and spying on me, checking me
out without knowing how that feels." He sounded angry.

"I didn't, I mean I did, but I really didn't know what to do, I didn't mean
to watch you, really," I tried to explain.

"Yeah right, let me guess where you're looking right now, Perv." He picked
up his dick with his free hand and shook it at me. I watched little bubbles
fly from the pee slot. One hit my arm and I felt the moisture soak into to
my skin. I left it there.

"You think just because I'm blind, you can just check me out? Let's see how
you like it when I look at your dick," he warned. "Get over here."

I moved forward, my knees rubbed against his bed. I watched him sit up. His
dick was soft now and lay against his balls. It still looked sticky and
red. His hands came up and went against my chest. I stood firm and he moved
them up and found my face. His fingers moved across my cheeks and over my
eyes. He gently maneuvered around my ears and ran his fingers through my
hair. Back down they went to the top button of my shirt. He opened it and
the others as he moved downward. He pushed my shirt off of me and I let it
slip off my back and fall to the floor. Again with the fingers, they were
his eyes, and in their own way they examined me. Gently touching, always
moving slowly across my warm skin. Moving always, ever downward, I stood
knowing where this was heading, but I never stepped back or felt a need to
move away.

Sam kept his eyes closed; his head moved a little from side to side like he
was using sonar or something. He had nice features. Other than what looked
like small scars around his eyes, his skin was smooth. He seemed to be in
good shape, not muscular, but firm and tight. I had to admit it; he had a
nice dick, as dicks go. I guessed it was about six inches, cut, with a fair
size head on it. His legs hung over the bed and griped mine on each side of
my body. That left his lap open and exposed, so seeing all of him was easy.

My belt! OMG! He was undoing my belt! His hands slipped down my zipper. Why
do those things always stick when you want them to slide easily? The snap
pulled back and the jeans pushed downward. I wiggled to allow them to drop
below my knees. I felt Sam's feet push them further and I slipped out of my
shoes and stepped out of my jeans like they were a bucket. I felt the tiny
hairs of his legs brushing against mine. His hand moved around my waste and
he fiddled with the small hairs below my navel and traced them to the top
of my briefs.

"Jockeys?" he asked.

"No, Fruit of the Loom," I replied.

"Figures, Perv." We both laughed.

He slipped his thumbs over the band and pulled the front of my briefs
outward. He looked down like he could actually see, but I think that was
just the normal thing to do in this somewhat abnormal situation. He pulled
the underwear away and pushed them down my legs. My dick sprang forward
like a locked up coil. He smiled when he heard it slap my belly. I helped a
bit wanting my briefs completely free and allowing all the access that I
hope was desired. It was, as his soft hand found me. Wrapping gently around
me, like electricity no more that static cling, no gosh, there isn't
anything like it. Another hand around your dick, there isn't a
comparison. He moved my skin upward and it ate the head of my dick, pulling
back downward, exposing all that I had. It tickled to feel his hand
brushing my pubes. Up again, and down, again up and down, up and down. I
closed my eyes hoping to understand what he saw. It brought sparks and
flashes of blue, no red, no, more colors and then a warmth that travels
thorough the entire body.

Hey beating off is great. Having another hand do it, is better. I just
never knew, but I pledge to find a way to do this again and again.

Holy cow, he was good. I was like hard as a rock, and longer than I could
ever remember. When his fist hit the head of my dick again and again, I
began to feel the boil deep inside. I wanted to warn him, but it all came
as a surprise. I blew my load. I let lose the biggest flow I can ever
remember. OMG! I was possessed by this. I loved this... and then it was
over.

To be continued.
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