I 'm Billy, and when we were kids, my best friend Tim and I liked to ride our bicycles on challenging courses. We'd find or make trails through the nearby woods. Every time there was construction going on and dirt was piled up, it was like an invitation to us. We had great times riding down the sides of big dirt piles.

Best of all was when we discovered an abandoned gravel pit. It was just a big hole in the ground, but there was a steep roadway going to the bottom. As we explored it, we made a couple paths that were really steep. In fact, they were frighteningly steep the first time we rode them, but at our age we thought we could do anything. We rode those really steep paths often, each time trying to get to the bottom faster.

One day Tim got a little too close to the edge and fell into the pit, about twenty feet. I rushed down to the bottom, narrowly avoiding the same mistake. Tim's bike was a crumpled mess and so was he. Tim was all bloody and in a lot of pain. I took his arm and tried to help him up, but he howled with pain. I had to leave him there while I rode to the nearest house and called for help.

Soon there was an ambulance and several fire trucks, and they lowered a cable to the bottom of the pit with a stretcher to lift him out. Our parents had warned us against doing such stupid things, but of course we didn't listen. I knew we'd be in deep trouble for this.

After Tim was in the ambulance I rode home as quickly as I could and told my mom all about it. She drove me to the hospital, but all the way bitched at me for getting Tim hurt – she made it seem like it was all my fault. Alright, it was stupid, but we both decided to do it.

At the hospital we saw Tim's mother, who was glad to see me. She hugged me and kissed my cheek, saying I was a hero for getting help for Tim. I was no hero, but it was a lot better than the bitching I got from my mom.

Tim's mother said he was better than he looked. He had a mild concussion that would have been a lot worse if he hadn't put his hands out to break his fall. Unfortunately, when he broke the fall it also broke both his arms – no wonder it hurt so bad when I tried to help him up!

On the way home Mom praised me for thinking so quickly and getting help for Tim, but then reminded me once again that it was a stupid stunt riding in the gravel pit.

For the next few days, I rode my bike to the hospital to visit Tim. They let him out after three days with instructions to rest. He didn't have a lot of choice because both arms were in plaster casts – he wasn't getting on a bike for quite a while!

Tim's mother didn't want him to have visitors for a few days after he came home, but he put up such a fuss that she called and invited me over. Tim was pretty limited, so our activities were confined to TV and board games. Of course I had to move his pieces for him, but it worked out ok. I wished we could do more, but there wasn't much choice. I knew I could have more fun on my own, but Tim was my very best friend, and I didn't want to abandon him.

When it came to going to the bathroom, Tim had to call his mother for help. That must have been humiliating – I vowed never to get myself hurt as badly as Tim. He told me he didn't like it, but he had to endure it.

One day he called for his mom, "Mom, I gotta pee!"

She replied, "I can't come up for another ten minutes."

"But I gotta go now," responded Tim.

"Billy," Tim's mom said, "Will you help Tim, just this once."

"Sure," I said – I couldn't hardly refuse, so I followed Tim into the bathroom and closed the door behind us. He stood before the toilet and I said, "What do I do?"

"For Christ sake, Billy," Tim said, "You know exactly what to do, just unzip me and take it out – believe me, I'd do it myself if I could."

Nervously I unzipped Tim and spread the fly of his pants open. "It's not coming out by itself," Tim declared, and then thought better of it.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you," he continued, "I know you're trying to help, and this is awkward for you too."

I'd been somehow afraid to touch Tim, but knew there was no other way, so I reached in and took out his cock. I'd never seen it before and was surprised how small it was. We were both the same age and started puberty at the same time, but my cock was quite a bit larger than Tim's.

I took it out and pointed it toward the water. Tim just stood there and said he was having trouble going. I turned the water on in the bathroom sink, since my mom taught me that it sometimes helps. It did, and soon Tim let out a strong stream. Holding someone else’s cock while they pee is a lot different than holding your own, and I had to be careful not to get pee'd on.

Tim finished but I continued to hold his cock, and then said, "Done?"

"Yes," Tim confirmed, "But keep holding it – it feels good."

I wrapped my hand around Tim's cock and squeezed, feeling him harden. I'd never done anything like this before and it was kind of exciting. Soon Tim was now fully erect and I realized that this was something I probably shouldn't be doing, but we both liked it.

"Billy," Tim said, "It's been ages since I came – would you jack me off?"

I was taken aback by his request, though I could understand his need – but is that something I should be expected to take care of?

What the hell, I already got him hard, what harm would a few stroked more be? Even hard, Tim couldn't be more than two inches long. It was easy enough to fondle him in my hand, but difficult to get a good grip with my fingers to stroke him.

I tried numerous times but my fingers always slipped off. "You gotta hold it tighter!" Tim assured me.

"I'm doing the best I can," I insisted.

"Please, oh please, Billy," Tim said, "I need to cum so badly – I'll go nuts if I don't!"

What happened next just came spontaneously, without much thought. The one thought I recall was thinking, "There's just one thing to do."

And soon Tim's small hard cock was in my mouth. I'd never done anything like this before and sure wouldn't have if I'd given it any serious thought!

Tim's cock felt kind of good in my mouth, and I ran my tongue back and forth across the head and all around it. In a few minutes his cock began squirting into my mouth. It was a strong and very strange taste, but not a bad one. I'd always wondered what cum tastes like, and now I knew. I swallowed it and got up.

"Wow, that was amazing!" said Tim, "You’re the best friend a guy could ever have."

I just smiled and we went back to our board games. We didn't discuss what happened – at least for the moment. I felt like I'd crossed a sacred line of some sort.

"I liked it better when you helped me than when Mom did," said Tim, "Would you continue to help me when you are here?"

"Sure," I said, nervously, still a little uncomfortable about it.

"By the way," Tim said, "That was really special the way you helped me out at the end – would you do it again sometime?"

I felt like the right answer was "hell no!", but I kind of liked doing it, and in truth, I did want to do it more.

"I will," I agreed, "But you have to keep this completely between us – I can't have the kids at school finding out."

"Of course not," Tim promised, "This is just between us."

I left for home, and Tim told his mom that I would help him in the bathroom when I was there. She said that was a good idea, since a boy doesn't like his mother doing those sorts of things.

That evening I thought about sucking Tim off and knew I wanted to do it again. I wasn't sure why, but I wanted it. I had a funny feeling about it though, like I shouldn't be doing it, but sure wanted it just the same.

The next day at Tim's he mentioned that we didn't have to be in the bathroom for me to suck him – I could do it any time I wanted right in his room. With the door closed, nobody would bother us.

"It's more like when you need it," I corrected, even though I wanted to do it and was hoping he would need it today.

"How about now?" Tim asked.

I unzipped him and fondled his little cock to erection and then sucked him once again. This time it wasn't because Tim was in dire need – it was simply by mutual agreement, and I was completely enjoying every moment of this. Soon Tim came and I swallowed.

"I'm so glad you thought to do that yesterday," Tim said, "And even more so that you're doing it again – it's so much better than jacking-off!"

We played games for a few hours, during which time Tim had a pee break, and I assisted. When it was time for me to go home Tim asked if I'd suck him again, which a gladly did. I held Tim's load in my mouth as I walked home, delighting in its unique flavor.

After a few months Tim's casts were removed, giving him normal freedom of movement. He said he was glad to be able to move again, but he was really going to miss my sucking him off.

"Why does it have to stop?" I asked, and Tim responded by lowering his zipper, leaving me to do the rest. In a few minutes his load was in my mouth. I was happy that we could continue this way.

It turned out that Tim's challenges didn't end with the bike accident. When Tim showered at the end of gym class he did his best to hide his tiny cock but one day one of the bigger guys grabbed his arms from behind and turned him so everyone could see, and they made fun of him. From that day forward they called him "Tiny Tim".

Tim tried dating girls and was surprised when one girl wanted to see his cock. But when she saw it, she said, "Oh my God! It is tiny!" It didn't take long before every girl in school knew about Tim's problem, and he never dated a girl again.

I sucked Tim nearly every day and he declared that he had no need for girls, with such a good friend. I dated girls and liked being with them, but sometimes they were difficult to figure out, and it took forever to get anywhere with them. I was pretty good at getting to second base, feeling their tits, but never got any farther. If I couldn’t go all the way with them, what was the use?

One day Tim said he was wondering what it would be like to suck me, and I quickly told him he could. He was awkward at first, as I probably had been, but I coached him and soon came in his mouth. It was clear that I'd been wasting my time with girls!

Tim enjoyed sucking me as much as I liked sucking him, and before long we would 69 every chance we got. The other guys in school may have been struggling with prudish girls, but Tim and I were doing just fine!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)