Date: Thu, 5 May 2011 00:02:59 +1030 From: Scott Grey Subject: A Helping Hand - Part 1 It was the middle of the school holidays and I was sitting in my bedroom. Normally I didn't like being stuck indoors, so I'd spent as much time as I could outside, either at the beach, the park, even my own backyard, anything to avoid getting trapped inside. I'd been having the time of my life. Right up until I'd broken my arm. My mother had *told* me 15 was too old to be climbing trees, but I ignored her. I'd remembered how much fun I used to have as a kid, climbing the big old tree in our backyard, that I decided I had to try it again. And surely now that I was older and stronger, it'd be way easier and I'd be able to make it up higher than I ever could as a kid, right? Wrong. I'd almost made it half way up the tree, when the branch I put all my weight on turned out to be rotten. Whoops. I'd felt myself dropping, tried to catch myself on another branch but didn't have a good enough grip so I kept dropping. Luckily, a lot of other branches slowed my fall, so my injuries could have been a lot worse. As it was, I was just covered in scratches and had a sprained wrist. Oh yeah, and my broken arm. So here I am, stuck in my room bored out of my mind. My right arm has been left pretty much useless, trapped in a cast and supported by a sling. My left hand is the one with the sprain, supported in a strange looking brace. I can still hold things in my hand, but I have to be very delicate with the way I move it. Needless to say, I haven't been able to jerk off since before the accident. Which was three weeks ago. For a 15 year old guy, that's an insane amount of time to go with out any sort of release. Not that I haven't been trying. I'm right handed, so right away that was out of the equation. As for my left hand, I was able to lightly grip my cock with it, but whenever I started moving it up and down pain shot through my arm and I had to stop. I tried grinding my cock into my mattress, but it was pretty difficult to pull off without the support from my arms. Eventually I gave up trying in frustration and have been sporting a permanent erection ever since, hence all my time in my room. Hiding a boner is pretty difficult when you spend most of your time in sweatpants. I'm sitting by my window, trying NOT to think of jerking off when I hear my dad call me down for dinner. I try to rearrange myself as best I can and make my way downstairs. When I get to the dining room table, I see my older brother Luke is already sitting there. He's watching me with a smirk on his face that I choose to ignore. When I sit down, my mom comes over and puts a plate in front of me, where my dinner has already been cut into small pieces, just like it has been for the past few weeks. "Is the widdle baby weady for his dinner?" Luke asks in a mocking voice "Piss off" I tell him without looking over. "Aw, come on Sammy, no need to bite my head off, I'm just trying to help. I can make some airplane noises and spoon feed you if you'd like?" he says, before bursting out laughing. I choose not to respond. I can feel Luke still looking at me so I give him my best death glare. He merely breaks into a grin at this and starts laughing again. Scowling, I turn back to my dinner. Luke is two years older than me and, even though he's a total jerk more often than not, I still completely idolize him. It's hard not to, he's everything I wish I was. He's popular at school, he's good at pretty much every sport, he's funny, and he has a natural confidence. Oh yeah, and he's probably the most attractive guy I've ever laid eyes on. I know that's weird, for me to think that way about my brother, but it's the truth. He has flawless, naturally tanned coloured skin. His light brown hair has been made even lighter by all the time he spends outdoors in the sun. His muscles are well developed, from the sports he plays and the time he spends working out, both at the gym and by lifting weights in his bedroom. And his face. God, his face. He has the most amazing blue eyes, which seem to sparkle even when there's no light. Then there's his smile, the most perfect smile in the world, which lights up his entire face. Then there's me, pale skinned, lanky, darker hair that is impossible to make look nice, and not a lot in the way of muscle definition. I couldn't catch a ball if my life depended on it either. I'd tried doing push ups and sit ups, but it never seemed to have much of an effect on me. In the right light and from the right angle, I *almost* look like I could be in shape, but let's face it, those conditions never really line up. So as it was, I always looked vaguely underweight. All throughout dinner, Luke kept making stupid comments about me. He usually never keeps it up for this long, but for some reason tonight he won't let up. I think he can tell how agitated I already am so he's seeing how far he can push me before I snap. At this rate, not much further. I'm just about finished when Luke cracks "Hey, how 'bout tomorrow we put your dinner in a blender? Then you can just drink your food through a giant straw and we won't have to worry about changing your clothes after you make a mess of yourself!" I snapped. "God, fuck off Luke!" I shouted. "Why do you have to be such a prick all the time?" "Sam, leave it" my dad warned. "No, it's not fair! I'm having a fucking hard enough time as it is, without him making everything worse with his fucking 'clever' comments all time!" I stand up and kick my chair backwards, sending it crashing to the ground before storming off upstairs to my bedroom. I slam my door shut and flop down onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I overreacted. I know I did. I feel like the biggest idiot for letting Luke get to me but I just... I couldn't help it. I close my eyes and try to slow my breathing down, still pissed off at my brother, but also pissed off at myself for being such a baby. A couple of minutes pass before I hear my bedroom door open. I expect it to be mom or dad, coming to tell me off for loosing my cool like that, but when I open my eyes I see Luke. "Oh, piss off" I say before he opens his mouth. "I don't need anymore shit tonight". "Hey, I'm not here to cause any trouble. Just wanna apologize." He says, closing the door. "Right, because mom and dad forced you to? Threatened to take away your Xbox did they?" I shoot back. He doesn't say anything, just crosses the room and sits on the side of my bed by my waist. I stare up at him. "Look Sam, I really am sorry. I just get carried away sometimes, you know? I don't mean anything by it. It's just, you make it SO easy to get a rise out of you, I can't help myself..." "Yeah, thanks, great apology" I say, rolling my eyes. He scratches the back of his head and looks up to the ceiling. He's quiet for a moment, like he's thinking something over, when he looks back down at me. "I really came up here to give you a... peace offering." He starts. "Yeah? Like what? You'll leave me alone for a week?" I ask, thinking of the most impossible thing I can think of. He looks at me for a moment, like he's trying to gauge what my reaction will be, before he continues. "I... Look, I get how.. hard.. this must be for you. I can't imagine having both my hands out of action for so long. It'd drive me insane. So.. I want to help you out" He says looking me in the eye. He waits for me to say something, but I don't. For some reason, my heart has started to beat a little faster. "What are you talking about? You can't help me" I say, feeling a little confused about what's going on. "I'm.. offering you my hand" he says. Okay, really confused now. "What, in marriage?" I say lamely. He laughs, not at me, but a genuine laugh. "No, dummy, I'm offering to give you a hand job." My eyes grow wide. Did I just hear what I think I did? "You... what?" "Sam, I'm not much older than you are, I know how horny you must be. I mean, I get anxious when I go a *day* without blowing my load. Having both arms out of action for three weeks? Man, I think I'd have thrown myself off a cliff by now!" he says, somehow able to behave like this is any regular conversation. I feel myself getting light-headed. "I.. it's not that.. not that bad.." I stammer out. Luke raises an eyebrow and glances down at my crotch where, of course, my erection is completely obvious. God damn sweatpants. He smirks at me. "I think your dick disagrees with you, Sammy." I can feel my face has gone red, red from everything Luke has said and from everywhere Luke is looking. I try to think of something to say, but my mouth doesn't want to work. I want this, I really do, but on the other hand... he's my brother. That has to be wrong. "I.. this is weird?" I say, my voice coming out real small. "It doesn't have to be. We're brothers. I get it. I just... I feel bad, you know? Seeing you like this. And I know I've been a massive jerk to you since.. well, pretty much forever, and I'm sorry for that. So let me make up for it now, by doing this for you. Just think of it as a guy helping his little brother out. It's what brothers do, right? Give each other a hand when they need it." "I don't think I'll last long.." I confess. Luke breaks into a grin and laughs. "I wasn't really expecting you to." I chew on my bottom lip for a moment, thinking it over. My arm is going to be in a cast for at least another three weeks. I really don't think I can make it that long. "You're serious about this?' I ask "If I say yes, you're not going to point and laugh and run and tell everyone your little brother wanted you to jerk him off?" Luke hung his head, before looking back up at me. "I wouldn't do that to you. I know, I haven't given you much reason to trust me in the past, but this is... special." He says. I stare hard at his face for a while, and maybe it's because of all the blood rushing away from my head, but he looks completely sincere. "Okay.." I start. "How do we do this..?" "You just get comfortable, and I'll take care of the rest." He says with a smile. I lift myself up a bit, so I can hit my pillow with my elbow, before laying back down. My right arm rests across my middle, because where else can it go in a sling, while I leave my left arm at my side. I try to keep my breathing steady as my heart beats a million miles an hour. I'm pretty sure Luke can see it through my shirt. "Okay, you ready?" He asks. He's shifted his position so he's sitting by my knees and I'm struck by how adorable he looks right now. Both his eyebrows are raised as he waits for my response and I think he's holding his breath. I open my mouth to speak but can't get any words out, so I simply nod. Luke smiles down at me, and suddenly his hands are at the top of my pants. He slips his fingers under the waist band and pulls them down to my knees. And that's when I see what boxer shorts I'm wearing. Of all days, *why* did it have to be today I'm wearing Pikachu boxers? Luke starts to laugh again. Talk about a mood killer. "They're old.. I...was down to my last pair?" I offer as way of an excuse. "Oh, they're very attractive" Luke says mock seriously. I can't help but laugh too and I feel myself start to relax. I tense up again though when Luke makes to pull my boxers down. I try and remember if Luke has seen me naked before but all I can think is he's definitely never seen me hard. No turning back now. "Lift your hips up for a sec" he says and I find myself doing it without hesitation, like I'm under a spell. His fingers are under the waist band of my boxers now. Slowly, he starts to pull them down, my cock moving with them until it bounces free, slapping loudly against my stomach. I lower my hips back to the bed as Luke leaves my boxers about halfway down my thighs. We're both silent for a moment. Me, flat on my back with my pants off and Luke staring down at me, taking in the sight of my exposed cock. I close my eyes, the sight of Luke watching me making me suddenly nervous. I've seen Luke naked before, so I already know he's bigger than me and my 6 inches, but I'm still waiting to see if he's going to make fun of me. "Nice one" he simply says and I open my eyes again. He's smiling his perfect smile at me and I instantly feel calmer. He looks back down to my cock and then at my face again, silently asking if I'm ready. I nod at him and about half a second later I feel his fingers wrapping around my shaft. I let out a gasp at the feel of someone else's hand on me for the first time and struggle to keep control. "Wait, wait!" I burst out, fearing if Luke moves his hand even a fraction I'm gonna cum. He keeps his hand still and watches me. "Just.. just give me a second to get used to this.." I say between breaths. I close my eyes again, trying to steady my breathing. I need to keep focused, otherwise it'll all be over in an instant. Luke is patient, not moving, not saying anything, just waiting. Waiting with my cock in his hand. My heart is still thumping like crazy and I can feel my cock pulsing in Luke's hand. I take one last deep breath. "Okay, I think I'm good.." I say and Luke nods, and starts to slowly move his hand up and down my shaft. It's the most amazing thing I've felt in my entire life. Neither of us is circumcised, so there's no real need for any lube, my skin providing enough give for it to not be a problem. And besides, the amount of pre-cum I'm leaking would take care of any potential lube situation right now. Luke keeps his movement consistent, slowly moving up to my head and back down again. I start to let out a loud moan, before Luke quickly silences me. "You want mum and dad to come running up to see what's wrong?" he asks. Shit, I'd forgotten all about them. As far as I was concerned, me and Luke were the only two people in the entire world. I bite down on my lip to stop any noises from escaping. Luke picks up the pace now, adding a slight twist to his hand as he continues stroking and rubbing his thumb across the slick head of my cock. I realize I've been holding my breath and let out a long sigh. I try to tell Luke how incredible I feel but can't seem to get much out. "Luke... fuck.. I... fuck..fuck..." I manage before my voice dissolves into a low moan. Luke grins at this, obviously pleased to see he's doing a good job. He begins to move his hand even faster and I think this is it, I'm gonna blow, but then he slows right down again. I'm about to protest, when he speeds up once more, driving me wild. My hips are starting to buck up and down now and I couldn't stop them even if I wanted to. I have no idea how long this has been happening for, it could be a minute or an hour for all my mind is working right now. My head is starting to swim and all that matters to me is the pleasure radiating from my cock. I glance down at my cock, seeing how huge and swollen and red it looks right now, I can't even believe it, it's like someone has taken someone else's dick and stuck it in place of my own. Luke is still teasing me, with his alternate fast and slow strokes. I stare at his hand, wrapped firmly around my shaft like it's the most normal place in the world for it to be. I glance at his crotch and I can see a bulge through his pants. The thought that he's enjoying this too amplifies my pleasure. I look at his arm, watching the jerking motions it's making, his muscles flexed with the effort. I follow the path of his arm up to his shoulder and then across to his neck, and finally up to his face. He's staring right at me, with those brilliant blue eyes, a small smile on his face and I feel myself reaching the point of no return. "Gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" I choke out and suddenly Luke has taken his hand away from my cock. "Fuck, Luke, don't stop!" I cry, but then I see what he's doing. He pushes my shirt up my body, as far as it will go so my stomach and chest are exposed. "Don't wanna get cum on your shirt and have to explain it to the folks, right?" He says with a wink before picking up my throbbing cock again and continuing his assault on it. He places his free hand on my bare stomach and gently rubs up and down, and I'm moaning in pure delight. "Ohh god.." I whimper, my back now arching up off the bed, further into my brothers touch. My brother. It hits me full force, that it's my brother jerking me off. My brother, with his hand around my cock. My brother, making me feel like I've never felt before. My brother, smiling his perfect smile, all his attention focused on me, only me, like I'm the most important person in the world. And that does it. I start to cry out, not thinking, not caring, but Luke quickly clamps his left hand over my mouth. I'm moaning into his hand now, breathing heavily through my nose. My hips are bucking as I erupt like a volcano, my cum shooting straight up into the air. My eyes are wide as I watch myself shoot, I've never cum this much or this hard in my life. My mind is too shot to tell, but I think I shot at least 5 loads into the air and I'm still going, cum oozing out, running down my shaft and over Luke's hand. He's not stopping though, working me up and down, making sure every last drop has been squeezed out. I feel like I'm never going to come down from this incredible high. After what seems like an eternity, I start coming to my senses. My room comes back into focus and I take in the scene before me. I look like a scene right out of a porno, I'm absolutely drenched in cum. My now softening cock is covered, there's a giant pool over my stomach, splashes up my chest and down my thighs, on my boxers and, I noticed with a jolt, a thick rope of it up Luke's arm, reaching from above his elbow all the way down to his wrist. He doesn't seem to mind though. "How was that?" he asks curiously. My eyes go wide. "You even need to ask??" I say, gesturing at the mess I've made. Luke laughs warmly. "I gotta say, Sammy, I'm impressed. I've never cum as much as you just did!" I feel a surge of pride rush through me. "Well.. it's not like I cum this much all the time.. There was a lot of build up.." "Hey, come on, don't be modest, we gotta get you into the record books for this!" he says playfully, slapping me gently on the thigh. I let out a soft laugh and smile up at him. Luke smiles back, before looking round the room. He leans down to check under the bed and then reaches for something. He straightens back up and I see he's found an old wash cloth I keep under there for, well, for things like this. "Better get you cleaned up, hey?" he says, before starting to wipe me down. I feel a bit like a baby, getting cleaned up like this, but at the same time it feels kinda nice. He moves the cloth down to my cock and I flinch at the touch of it. It feels incredibly sensitive. Luke seems to know this and wipes it off gently. He finishes off with my thighs and then pulls my boxers back up, followed by my sweat pants. Then he moves the cloth to his arm and starts to clean the cum away. "Sorry about that.." I apologize. He shrugs. "No biggie. Besides, not like I've never had cum on me before, I know how out of control it gets in the heat of the moment. One time, I shot into my hair and didn't even realize until I saw myself in the bathroom. Thank god no one was home at the time.." I laugh at the thought of him getting busted with cum in his hair and trying to talk his way out of it. We fall into a comfortable silence, just enjoying the moment, until Luke gets up to leave. "Okay, I'll let you get some rest now. I'm gonna go back downstairs and tell mum and dad we sorted everything out." He says, before heading to the door. I call out after him. "Hey, uh, thanks for doing this for me. I.. I can't even say how much it means to me.." I start to say, but it's kind of difficult to put into words how I feel. It's not exactly a regular Hallmark moment. "Happy to help out, little brother. Besides, now that you've had some relief, maybe you won't be a whiny bitch all the time?" he says with a smirk. I try to give him a death glare, but I can't hold it for long before we're both in fits of laughter again. Luke is about to open the door, before I stop him again. "Luke, when... when my arms are better? I'm gonna pay you back.." "You don't need to do that, I didn't jerk you off just so you'd do me in return.." he says, looking slightly bemused. "No, I mean it Luke, I really wanna do this for you" and I do. The thought of getting the chance to have my big brother squirming at my touch? It's already getting me worked up. "Well, if you're THAT desperate to get your hands on me, who am I to say no?" he says with a grin. I feel my face flush red. I wasn't that obvious, was I..? "Alright, well, you take it easy Sammy. I'll seeya later." He says as he opens the door and heads out. "Night, Luke" I call after him as he closes the door, and I get straight to work, willing my arms to heal as quickly as possible.