Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 17:52:29 +0200
From: dickydoo2@gmx.com
Subject: Wheelie Boy

				WHEELIE BOY


On the first day of my grade 7 class in my new school, I was a little anxious, as you
would expect for a newbie.  Like everyone gave me the once over as I nervously
headed to the seat at the back the teacher had pointed out to me.

Beside me was a large space with a special desk for the boy in a wheelchair, and when
he looked up at me, my jaw dropped, and my heart skipped a beat. He was so drop
dead cute, like Justin Beiber, my favorite singer, I was at a loss for words.

He furled his brow, frowning, I suppose he got this a lot with the wheelchair bit, then I
suddenly realized I was staring at him, so I shook my head, "Oh... sorry, how rude of
me, but I can't believe you... (Think quick dummy) ...look so much like my cousin Roger"
Whew, close one.

I quickly stuck my fist out, "Hey! I'm Bret"

That took him by surprise now as he looked at my fist, hesitated, then acknowledged
me with a warm smile, his blue eyes sparkling under his blond bangs and stuck out his
fist and bumped mine, "Ah... ya, hey, and I'm... Winston,  Winston the Third according
to mother, but I like Winny because I'm one cool dude" and glared at me.

My turn again, I frowned, thinking he was serious till he giggled and banged his hand
on the arm of his chair.

"Got me!" I chuckled, starting to like him more as I took my seat.

Morning was fairly uneventful and at lunchtime I went out to the yard and ate my
lunch with the other boys, introducing myself, then started kicking a soccer ball around
with them.

I noticed my new neighbour had wheeled himself over to the side and was slowly
eating his lunch by himself as he watched us kick the ball around, laughing to himself
when somebody did something silly.

Besides cute, I had found him interesting and liked his sense of humour, even though I
mostly was the butt of it, but didn't have a chance to talk in the room, so I sauntered
over and pointed to a bench beside him, "Mind if I join you?"

I noticed he had taken a quick glance down at my shorts then glared at me again,
 "Not at all, just take a number and wait in line" paused, then laughed at my
confused expression.

"Got me again, better watch out, just wait, your turn's coming" I said sternly, and he
paused, then smiled, "K you win, how much is protection gonna cost me?"

Damn, I can't get ahead of him, that sense of humour again.I shook my head and
grinned as I joined him on the bench beside his wheelchair.

He settled down and became a little more serious, "So you're new to the school, how
do you like it so far?" he asked seeming to welcome some conversation.

"Well, it was okay till I met you..." and scowled at him.

Now it was his turn to look surprised, and he frowned, a little panicky, till I added,
"Gotcha back!" and stuck my fist out and he laughed, and bumped, "but actually it's
great after meeting you!"

He was putting a couple chips in his mouth and blushed modestly, then one broke and
a piece fell down on his lap, and when I looked down, it actually landed on the large
bulge down the left side of his pantleg. And holy cow, it was large! Thr bulge I mean.

He caught me glancing down, my brows raised slightly and when I looked back at him,
he blushed a little and I joined him in a couple uncomfortable moments then I boldly
reached down and pressed my thumb and fingertip against it as I picked up the chip
and tossed it in my mouth, all the while grinning at him. OMG,I can't believe I did that

A little stunned for a moment, digesting what had just happened, he then smiled and
dropped another one, fooling around, this time leaving his arm on the armrest so this
time when I reached over I pressed my bulge against his arm and since he didn't move it,
when I went for the chip, I pinched the shaft, (which was pretty solid by the way), "Oops I
missed the chip" pinched again, testing him then picked the chip up, "there, got it,
now don't go spilling the bag on it"

Jeez man, I was usually too shy to do anything like this and would be so embarrassed but
for what ever reason we seemed to connect awfully quick and I was at ease with him.

He banged his hand on the arm of his wheelchair, looked down at his swelling bulge,
then at mine, then held the bag out to me and laughed, "Think I could talk you into
finishing the bag that way with me Bretty?"

I put my hands on my hips, looked down at my slight swelling and shook my head, "Any
more and I'd have to carry some books for a woody cover!" Remember doing that?

Now that really broke him up as he banged his hand as usual, then looked down at
his own crotch and the love lump that was forming and I was surprised he bumped his
fist on it then chortled, "See, that's one good reason to be a crip in a wheelchair!"

I cracked up on that, Jeez, can you believe him? I was glad he was making fun of the
derogatory refence that some asseholes use to describe his physiacal challenge and
didn't seem offended by it.

Well that little lap dance broke the ice, and I hoped it didn't give away that I was trying
to decide if he was gay. I had finally accepted the fact I was, what with my growing
interest in other boys and in particular the equipment they were carrying.

This was my first move on anyone, but it didn't matter if he was or not, I just knew I was
really growing to like him, and we were starting to bond, feeling more comfortable around
each other, loving his fantastic sense of humour and he'd already given me a nic too.

We talked more about the class, and the bell rang to go back inside.  He started to
wheel himself up the small ramp by the stairs and I asked him if he wanted me to help.
"Oh no...no, that's OK thanks, I'm used to this ", he replied asserting his independence
and held the wheels steady as he rocked the chair back, lifting the front wheels making
the chair do a wheelie.

Wow! That's when I noticed the large muscles in his arms, then he quickly jerked down
on the wheels making them squeak slightly when the wheels jerked.

I shook my head and put my fist out, "Show off, Wheelie Boy!"

Time for that gutteral  laugh and arm slam, then he returned my bump and quickly glanced
down at my receeding blip, then up at me and giggled, "Okay, you're good to go now"

As we headed back to our places at the back, I noticed several girls looking me over,
what with my green eyes, tanned skin and spiked hair, but I thought to myself, sorry
girls, you don't have what I want.

We took our places back in the classroom and I noticed that he didn't seem to be part
in the usual shenanigans that took place, a little left out, but still laughing to himself
and was quite bright when asked any questions and would glance at me occasionally
seeking approval.

Classes ended and I walked with him to the sidewalk where a handicapped van was
waiting and watched as he rolled up the ramp.

 He spun around with a big grin on his face, and waved, "It was really great today, see
you tomorrow Bretty?" and I nodded in responce.

I headed home feeling quite good, I have never had a close friend and when you are 13,
well 13 ½ , you know how important a ½ year is when you are that age and friends are
very important.  Like a ½" on your dick is too.

He was so full of energy, and with his warm smile and his swag of blond hair, was so
cute, making me tingle, you know where. His muscular arms were so strong they
detracted from his legs which I knew mustn't work, but since he always wore slacks,
didn't know what they looked like, all three of them.

I was really looking forward to seeing him the next day and as settled into bed, now
wanting to include him in my nightly fantasies of particular boys from my class, a
fantasy that had slowly evolved to increase my feelings when I ejaculated.

As I wrapped my fist around my stiff pecker, I closed my eyes and started the action.
I picked on Randy, tall and skinny, who I had seen in the showers, naked with a good
sized pair of nuts hanging low under a skinny wang, maybe 5- 5 1/2" with a large bulb
under his skin.

I had Winny sitting beside me with a book on his lap because I hadn't seem his wick to
fantasize on yet.

So we watched as Randy slithered his skin back revealing a shiny knob, now the size of
an egg atop a hard shaft I had made thicker than mine about 9" but kept mine life size,
which I had stroked up to a fine 6 1/2". Well not record setting but keeps a 13 1/2 yr old
entertained.

It felt good as we stroked in rhytm then started the usual squirmy shaky thing, jerking
and shuddering, gasping and yipping while Win had shoved the book aside and was
now pounding his fist on his enormous bulge, laughing.

Then I had an incredible, yes, my best and most amaziing nocturnal emission, a little more
that the usual cream filling, a little further too and with extreme nerve ending tinglings, just
as I made Randy's cumpipe erupt with a half dozen whorls spinning in the air over a foot.

Ain`t an imagination a powerful and amazing thing!

I grinned at Win, his head dropped over and asleep, his hand grasping his bulge and I
slowly started drifted off... hoping.. wishing..

So the next morning I had a quick handjob in the shower, then went to school early
and waited for the Transit bus and when it pulled up and dropped the ramp, Winny
rolled out and raised his eyebrows, grinning when he saw me "Bretty! Hey! Good to
see you!" his voice reflecting his excitement.

While I walked with him as he rolled himself up the ramp, he talked about a program
he saw last night on his computer.  We had our morning classes and over the noon
hour we sat together again and chatted, well he rattled on, obviously never having
anyone to talk with.  He actually was quite smart and animated, and as usual
punctuating his comments by slapping the arm on his wheelchair when he laughed.

In the afternoon, we had phys ed class and he parked by the edge of the field as we
played some soccer.  When I came to talk to him in my soccer shorts, he glanced a
little longer at my basket, and when he saw me catch him looking, he giggled, "Need
a book big guy?"

It made me feel good he was so easy about it, so I gave it a slight bump with the side
of of my fist, `No, but I coud use a hand"

He was still chuckling as we went back to our room.

At the end of class I went to the van with him and tussled his beautiful blond hair and
said, "See you tomorrow Wheelie!" and he smiled in relief and replied, "For sure, Bretty!"

That night I had Jeremy join me to whack of in front of Wendy. He was an hyperactive
redhead with a smaller cut dink and some red pubes. He also had small nuts, but I made
them huge but kept his little boner about 5" . Wendy still had the book.

We started whcking off for him and of course Jeremy started bouncing around on his
toes, shaking and rolling his head around, then suddenly stopped as I started cumming
and he stuck his hips out, let go of his little dick, stood perfectly still and started squeezing
his humumgous bag like a squeeze bulb, and his little pink peckerhead sprayed spumes
of spunky sputum all over. What a geyser!

Whew, Winny had been banging away again, sans book, and I fell asleep, nice and empty,
thinking about him

I got up late the next morning, disappointed that I didn't have time to play my skin flute,
and missed the van at school and when I went to my seat, he smiled with those sparkling
eyes andI give him a high five and sat down.

The morning was uneventful and at noon I went out with him to eat lunch again.  I could
tell he felt good about having someone to talk to and he chatted rapidly while we ate. I
didn't mind because he was so smart and could talk about so many interesting things.

There was a spare soccer ball in front of us, and I went over and grabbed it and tossed
it to him.  It startled him and he threw his hands up and he missed it as it bounced back
to me.

"Hey dude, always be prepared!"  I threw it back and he reached out and grabbed it
"Now that's better, toss it back"

He smiled and tossed it back, and I didn't anticipate the strength in his arms as he fired
it at me and it smacked into my hands.  "Whoa you have quite a throw! ", and I tossed
it back.

We had fun playing catch, the first time for him obviously and went back to class when
the bell rang.  He participated in a lot of the class questions, being very quick and when
the day ended, I went with him to meet the Transit.  We talked while we waited, and
he seemed a little nervous.

"Here comes the van Bret, would you like to ..." and looked away a little embarrassed,
then turned back, "...like maybe come back to my place for a while instead of going
home? I can show you my computer... "

"Oh well yeah, for sure, that sounds like fun.  I'll call my mom from your place "

Wow, did he light up! He as really excited and when the van came, I pushed him up the
ramp, and he didn't complain about me doing it now.

"Bill, this is my new friend Bret.  He's going back to my place with me" he said beaming
at the driver.

The driver nodded and smiled at me.  It was kinda fun as I sat on the bench while he
locked the chair on the floor, Wendy obviously being used to the procedure.  We got to
his place and he slid down the ramp and I pushed him up the ramp beside his stairs.  He
pressed a button to open the door and we met his mom.

"Hi Mom, this is my new friend Bret from school ", he said proudly and she greeted me
with a broad smile, obviously happy that he brought a friend home.

He rolled into his room and took me on a tour, showing me his bathroom with the bars
to help him on to the toilet, the bench in the bathtub he could sit on, and the low bed
he could roll onto and his stereo system with the computer desk beside it that had two
notches in it that allowed him to slide in on his wheelchair.

He had a lot of books on his shelf, quite diversified and he put a jazz CD on and rolled
over to the computer. He showed some sites he liked and I leaned over for a closer look
and put my hand on his shoulder and touched my bulge on his elbow that was resting
on the arm of his wheelchair.

He tensed but didn't move it, but rather kinda rubbed back and forth slightly a couple
times as he continued to describe what he was doing. I left it there for a few minutes,
then went over and grabbed a chair.

"This is really great ", I said and sat down beside him and put my hand on his shoulder,
making him squirm slightly. .

We started playing a video game and I would nudge him as we played and at one
point he laid his hand on my leg as a reflex as he laughed, then realized it and paused,
so I frowned at him and he suddenly looked guilty, so I asked, "Drop a chip again, eh?'

He  looked confused, then started to grin, so I added, "Better check around some more
I guess"

He laughed as he squeezed my bulge, then pinched down it, then chuckled at me "Maybe
I dropped some too. Better check"

It was feeling good, so now I took his lead and pinched down his. Man it felt long and was
getting hard like mine, as would be expected, right?

He worked his way down on my leg too and said. "Jeez, I wish I had legs like yours"

I felt bad so I squeezed his and they were spindly, so I pinched his bulge again, "Hmm...
they're not that bad, all three of them"

That got him and he almost choked laughing, so I squeezed his bulge more and he quickly
returned the favour, and I was really curious now because it actually did feel like a third leg!

Both of us were 'boinged' just as his mom hollered out it was suppertime and when I stood
he stared at my bulging crotch in front of his face and giggled, shaking his head, "Guess
I better give you a book to cover you problem"

He recognized the panic on my face and as usual was quick, rolling over to his drawers and
tossed me a long Lakers T-shirt and I put it on, and he did the same with a Boston one.

We went out to the kitchen for supper, and she was so happy that he had a friend with him
and went out of her way to make sure everything was okay for his new friend. Hamburgers,
potato salad, chocolate milk and strawberry ice cream, all my favorites.

She looked at our shirts, a little curious, and he picked up on it, "Oh ya, we were playing a
game so put on our team's shirt to play. The game is hard and we get stiff after a while
playing with each other"

Bitch! Jeez! It was my time to choke and turn red as a beat while he just giggled looking
down at the table. Good thing she didn't speak our language.

We went back to his room and the computer games and were a lot more comfortable
as we played, giggling now and feeling free to take the odd feel and have a squeeze.
Even though we were very hard, his room was beside the kitchen, his mother fussing
around, so neither of us considered or even spoke about waving our naked cocks at
each other. Yet.

At one point he banged down on my rock hard boner, "Jeez, is that a stone you have in
there?" and giggled as he pinched his way down to my knob.

Returning the favour, I pinched down, and down, and holy shit, it went under! Tingle,
tingle, I thought I was gonna start leaking and when I was at where I thought his knob
was, I glowered at him, "Biotch, you got two joined together in there!" and he really
broke up at that.

Damn it was time to go, so I stood, "Shoot, time to split, gotta have a squirt first"

He pointed to the door of the adjoining washroom, so I made a point of leaving the
door open as I continued to talk to him as I approached the toilet. I turned sideways so
he could see my profile and pulled my hard woody out, slid the hoody back and he went
wide eyed.

I continued talking like this was everyday affair, put my hands on my hips and pissed an
arc up and it dropped into the target. Lotsa practice pays off, right? Remember?

When I finished, I left it up and pulled my shorts up over it, and went out and stood in
front of him. He had his hand clutched on his boner bump now.

He let go and lifted the bottom of my long t-shirt and shook his head as he squeezed
my uprighteous member several times, shnking his head, "Tsk, tsk, shame on you. That'll
never do, better wear that shirt home and cover up the evidence"

I can't believe I did all this, I'm usually too shy to be this forward,  but I guess he brings
out the horny in me.

He wheeled out with me and I went over to his mom on the couch and thanked her for
the excellent meal. Good thing I had a cover-up.  She stood up beaming at my
politeness,shrugging her shoulders "Oh that was nothing, but please come back
anytime and I'll make a great meal!"

Time for payback "Oh I hope to, Winston said he has something more he wants to
show me. It's a lot bigger than the one I have, he wants to get it up for me"

She looked a little confused and he almost gagged as I winked at him. I figured she
wouldn't understand our innuendos.

And she was so happy that Winny finally had a new friend.  He wheeled to the door with
me and I tussled his hair again and said, "See you tomorrow Buddy ", and he sat in the
doorway watching till I disappeared down the street to catch the bus.

Boy did I ever cover my stomach with a salvo of cumwads that night, imaging or
exaggerating his third leg now. I didn't need another classmate to help empty my nuts.

I'd never gotten it on with another boy, but sure was hoping to now.

The next morning I was able to focus on someone I knew and at least had felt his outline
finall,y so had a glorious morning workout, even better and bigger than usual. Yes, bigger
is better.

 I hurried to school, anxious to see him again and he was just getting off the van and
was quite radiant when he saw me and gave me that big smile of his and waved as I
joined him and walked into our room. No one paid much attention to us as they were
used to him being in a wheelchair and quiet but they gave me the occasional glance
being a newbie, maybe wondering what I was doing with him, the cripple, challenged
you know.  Kids can be mean.

Anyhow at noon we went to the gymnasium to toss some hoops, and I practiced
throwing and chasing the basketball, liking it but not good enough for the team.

He got quite excited when I got a basket and would throw his head back and clap, then
it dawned on me that he might want to try, so I tossed the ball at him and he looked
surprised as he caught it.

"Dude, try a shot!?  He looked a bit confused, hesitating and I waved him up so he
wheeled up a little closer and fired a shot which missed the net but hit the backboard.

Waving my clenched fist, I yelled at him, "Kewl! Close! Now try it again!"

When I fired it at him he caught it again, no problem.  He grinned and hot-dogged,
bouncing the ball twice and took his time as he sized up the net and fired it, this time it
hit the backboard and bounced off the rim.

As it rolled to the side, I grabbed it, walked over and teased him, "Hey biotch, that was
close! Now put it in or you're toast! "

He got serious now when I tossed him the ball, then, bouncing the ball on one side
then the other, he put it in his lap and rolled his chair back and forth, sizing up the
distance to the net like a pro.

Squinting, he stopped, moved the ball up and down, then held it up, moved it back
and forth a couple times, then fired with one hand and it fucking went in!

He spun the chair around a couple times then punched both fists in the air as he threw
his head back yelling, " Yesss! Yesss! "

I went over and gave him a high five with both hands and said, "BIOTCH! Look out
Michael Jordan! Wicked Wendy is on your tail! "

He was very overjoyed as he threw his head back laughing while he banged the arms of
his chair.  Then a bunch of boys came out and started playing pickup and Wendy
watched, more interested as he seriously studied their shots.  We went back to our
class and he was quite talkative, having done something we others do for a change and
I think he had been wanting to do.

At the end of our classes we went to his van and Bill saw that Wendy was quite
animated and gave me a high five and said "Is he giving you any trouble? Let me know
and I'll give him a flat tire! "

Chuckling, I looked at Winny, then leaned over with my hand beside my mouth and in a
conspiratorial voice, pretending to whisper to Bill, but loud enough for Winny to hear,
"Don't ask him about sinking baskets, he'll never stop"

Winny grinned and gave me a slap on the ass as he rolled by me and up into the
van, muttering my favorite expression, "Biotch!"

That night, I went down to the sports store and bought a used basketball for a couple
of bucks and put his name on it with a marker then got my old gym bag and put in one
of my old jockstraps which I also put his name on as a lark.

 Stripping down for bed, I was hard by the time I dropped down and my naked back hit
the sheets. My aching pet was excited, bobbing away in anticipation of his usual
nocturnal attention. As I defrocked his head and worked him up with some pre-cum
caressing, I realized how much I was looking forward to seeing him again.

Classmates as tossing mates were history for sure now, I mean those other classmates
that is .

I started replaying that first touch, my first touch of someone else's, then that pinch,
then pinching down his snake, so hard, so long, how long, wondering if that third leg of
my Wheelie Boy made up for his spindly other two.

Then the first feel of the side of his hand, the first I`d been touched, then his exploring
pinches...

That`s it, so much for the warm-up, time to go to work. I cupped my balls and started
thrashing away imagining him doing the same. Boy it didn't take long before I was
gasping, my back arched off the bed and Ol' Faithful was spewing his spunk all over my
stomach. Ah... release, ain't it bliss? You know...

As I relaxed, along with Ol' Faithful, who was sadly still weeping a bit of jizz out his
puckered headcover, I decided to leave the memory of Wendy smeared all over my
tummy and sparse bush, and started to drift into a deep sleep...a dream.. this fantasy...

...as I looked down at his growing bulge in his new jockstrap, the cloth suddenly started
to tear, slowly being ripped open by a huge cockhead. As I went over and bent down for
a closer look, the head rose up so I quickly wrapped both fists around its hard neck and
pulled on it and it came all the way out, a huge bag of balls came tumbling out too and
now lie under it on the chair seat. Beauty!

I was only in a jockstrap too, and when I had bent over to release this monster, I
noticed that my own cockhead, hoody off, was sticking out the side of the jock! He
reached over and grasped it in his fingertips and pulled it all the way out the side of my
pouch too, along with my hard shaft and balls and started tossing me off, so I whacked
his wicked wang as he slapped the arm of his chair with his other fist, laughing...
laughing...

Weird, but this is can only get better...

Don't forget to shoot some cash to Nifty if you like what it does for you...

DD

Dickydoo2@gmx.com

BTW, how does this compare with some of my others if you were to rank them?