Date: Thu, 9 Apr 2015 01:17:34 +0200 From: dickydoo2@gmx.com Subject: Wheelie Boy 10 Wheelie Boy 10 Stall Suckin' Winnie's Sports Barin' Bones ...we reached the intersection where we had to split and I told him I'd see him tomorrow and headed down the street as he stood there. I looked back and gave him a wave and he waved back, a wonderful grin on his face then he turned and headed home in his new Nike's. He was such a great kid and I was so happy for both him and Winn, but also, something he said stuck in my mind, `... if they had something that just requires strong arms... he would beat everybody... ...and the next morning Timmy was at the curb and gave me a wave when he saw me approaching. He looked really smart with his hair combed, new shorts, and of course his Nike runners. He broke out with that grin I loved as we bumped knuckles and both looked over just in time to see the van pull up. Bob got out and gave us a grin too as the door slid open and the ramp started to lowering. Bob looked down at his palm, like it was a booklet, then gave us a serious look, "I have a COD delivery here for a Mister Tim, and a Mister Brett. Will you accept the parcel?" Winn looked surprised at first and Timmy looked confused as I repressed a laugh, "Uh...I don't know. How much is it and do you have a leash?" Winn caught on and growled at us, looking fearsome, as Bob said, "Two bucks, no leash and no guarantee." Timmy suddenly caught on, "A b...buck and a w...whip and you got a deal!" Bob double over laughing, not expecting it to come from Tim, "Deal! A good one for that good looking guy there in those awesome Nikes!" I shook my head. Timmy sure is so full of surprises, quite the change from the old shy and self-conscience kid he was when we first met him. Winnie gave him a look of approval when they knuckled. We chatted a few minutes, then, Winn took a backpack with a Ferrari emblem on it off his lap, and handed it to Tim, who looked at it curiously, "Oh yeah Tim, I also had a pair of sandals which I forgot to give you, and this backpack too, which of course you can see would be difficult for me to wear," and chortled, "so you might as well have them both." Tim stared in disbelief at the backpack in his hand, successfully fighting back some tears, then shot Winnie his usual wide grin, likely wanting to hug him. He opened the pack, dumped the books from his old bag in it and put to on. "Th... thanks Mikey. This is so c...cool!" Then he walked over to the waste bin, dropped his old worn-out bag in it, hooked his thumbs in his new backpack, smiled back at us and proudly strutted off to his classes. Winn looked over at me, beaming, "Boy, does Timmy ever look smart!" and he too was quite proud as we to headed to class. During our recess practice, Tim couldn't do enough for Winnie as he shot hoops. We met out back for lunch too and Timmy watched us eat. I had my mom make an extra sandwich and put in another pudding and said, "Man, my mom must think I'm an army, look of the food she gave me! You want this sandwich and pudding Tim? I'm full, I can't eat it all" and when he modestly shrugged, I handed them to him. He likely was starving, but still proud, so he hesitated politely, licked his lips and then dove in. Winnie tossed him a banana that he said he couldn't eat because he was too full, lol. After we finished, we started heading back to class and when we were almost at the washrooms, Winn stopped his wheels beside me and looked up. I recognized the look and realized I was growing that look too, "You know we're a little early for class, think we have time to stop into the `snack' room and share a little `dessert' since we gave our others away?" and banged his lump. I frowned as I scratched my chin, "I suppose. I spilt my breakfast all over my stomach this morning, but I got enough now that you could work it out if you want?" He licked his lips, trying to keep a straight face, "Great! I love the flavor of you knob nectar and you usually have a lot to chase it with. I didn't have time for breakfast this morning, so you can have a double serving of mine if you like." I was stifling a laugh as he turned and hit the handicap button and I followed him in. He hit the button on the handicapped stall and wheeled in and when I got in, I hit the lock. When I moved up beside him, he started stripping my shorts down, "You know, this is the most favorite dining area of mine ever since I met you," and his eyes gleamed when my cock snapped up. He decapped it, and took a lick as I responded in the usual manner. He kept his fingers wrapped around it as he looked up, "you know, you've really have been making my time here so...like so great!" and his eyes got a little watery. "At my other schools it was awful when they teased me, especially when they called me 'crip, " then he paused to give my knob a good suck, "but now you've introduced me to this... this `sport'," and giggled, "and this is better than a racquet," and waved my hard cock around, "and although I wasn't much of a sports fan before, but since you introduced me to it, I'm hooked," and I got another suck, "I was so lonely not knowing anyone else who was...queer. So I thought I was double disabled." I was getting a little emotional myself, as I looked down past my knob at him, "Well you can't help with the way you were born with, but they are the losers because they don't know you. And, although they may be born `whole', you are actually better them in some ways which you are finding out. And just you wait till they really get to know you." As he smiled up at me, I ruffled his hair, "Okay, so much for the lecture, let's get back at it. Our snacks are getting cold, and you haven't even got yours out yet!" He gave my knob another quick suck, and when I leaned down to take his out, he said, "Take them right down to my knees, I wanna feel the cloth on my bare ass and the air on my loaded balls." When I did, I smiled at his huge cock, remembering the first time I saw it. I told him then with what he was lacking in legs, he made up for it in cock. A third leg. That restored some confidence in him back then and now too. I knelt down and lifted his big balls off the seat, reminding me of the kinda loads he can ejaculate, and fondled them as I started to service him. I was in mid-suck when we heard the washroom door open and we froze, his cock still in my mouth as some boys came in, chattering away. "Let's go into the handicapped stall." "No, we're not supposed to and I don't wanna get caught." "K then, let's go into the one beside it. I it goes to the floor too and you can't see anyone in it, and it's big enough for the three of us. But we have to be quiet." and the others whispered, "Okay Nigel" When I pulled off and looked up at him, we traded stunned looks. He waved me up close and whispered, "Shit, he's in our art class isn't he?" I nodded, "Right. He's tall with styled hair and kinda wiggles his fingers a lot?" As I was nodding again, Nigel was whispering, "You can get naked now." and Winn's boner jerked in my fist as we continued staring at each other, stunned, as we listening to the rustle of clothes. "Oh, Toddy, you are as hard as Benny," and he tittered, "and my, my, you are the big boy that Benny said you are. And I just love the feel of your few cute curlies. And your baggy is big, and full too? ...Yes? ...Good, because he said you can squirt now too? ...Great, and you like to suck dicks like he does too?" "Yeah. He showed me how on his brother Phil and I liked it. Benny can cumm a lot but not squirt yet. "Super! Now, let me just take the wrapping off your sweet boy plum and have a taste... ooh so nice and juicy... now take my pants down and see if you like the taste of mine" and there was some more rustling. "Oh! Yours is so big! Bigger than Phil's! And he's got no end skin like Benny, but you're like me, so I wanna taste it now" We were now both flickering away as we listened intensely, so I knelt down and gave him a couple quick sucks as we heard some faint murmuring and licking sounds from next door, then he put his hands on my head and started squirming. I love the aroma of the sex in his crotch when his hormones are making him heat up. "Wow Nigel! I love the taste, it is so different. Juicy. Can I suck it now?" "Not yet sweetie, I like to stay hard as I suck you, so I'll sit down on the toilet and suck on that hard 5" beauty of yours first... w... why are you sucking Benny's dink?" "I...er have to get it wet because I like him to put it in my butt when his bro is sucking me off. He likes it too because my bumhole is tight and he likes to reach around and feel my balls when I squirt because he can't yet." "Oh my goodness, you little angels are just so naughty" and he tittered, "I better empty your precious little boybaggy so you can empty mine hee hee..." OMG, I could just imagine that naked young boy pulled against Toddy's bare back, his little butt pinching each time he banged his hips against his older friend's hips, pumping air up his ass while Nigel's lips were down to Toddy's dozen curlies, syphoning his boybone. And mixed in with the muzzled cumm gasps were a few subdued squeals from Benny firing his dry blanks. Luckily there were these low murmurings and muted gags as Winn started going over the edge, pushing his head back as he pressed his hands down on the arms, pinching his cheeks making his hips rise up. His big cock pulsed in my mouth and when his bag tightened, they lifted off the seat and he spewed, flooding my mouth. Luckily his strangled gasps and gags were more stifled than the ones from Toddy next door. I pulled off, and stood up, my own bone still humming as Winn collapsed back down in the chair, his leaking knob sliding down his thigh till it settled down over his empty balls. "Oh, Toddy, that was such a delicious squirt of your boy sap, and I love your dick! And yes, Benny was right, it is so sweet. Now you can kneel down and enjoy mine between those tight pretty little lips of yours." Again there was some rustling as Winnie motioned me to stand up beside him and he went at mine like it was his favorite strawberry Popsicle. "Oh...Toddy, ewe...yes...ohh... you have such a wicked tongue... and your silky locks feel so good in my fingers...mmm... and Benny...your little fingers feel so good... as... you so tenderly... fondle my... balls... oh... omg...OMG...ugghh... uugGHHH... aaaggghhhhhHHH..." Holy shit, my imagination was running amok, a virtual erotic blur as I gave Winn one hell of a fuckin' geyser into the back of his throat and could hear him gurgling as I chased it with several more, voiding my teen testes into his cunt mouth. We relaxed down, then stifled our giggles as we looked at our leaking flaggers, and Winn pumped his thumb toward the wall between us as he shook his head. As we were putting on our shorts, we heard that rustling again and their giggling from behind it. "Okay" Nigel said, "we better get going, and remember, not a word to anyone, and here's the five bucks for each of you that I promised... now scat." and we heard the stall door open, then some hustling, then the outer door open and close. "I can't believe it!" Winn said as we made our way out too, "that's the wildest fucking lunch I've ever had. Or could have even imagined," then giggled, "and I think it was proven by the size of our `lunches'!" and we hastened to class and made it just in time. Winnie and Tim sat together for afternoon gym, where we were practicing the different events for Sports Day. One of them was the rope climbing where they put a safety harness around our chests then climbed the ropes to the top to see who was the fastest. An idea suddenly popped into my mind, so I went over to the coach, "Coach. I was wondering if I might make a suggestion for you to consider. I think Winnie can do the rope climb if someone is allowed to hold him up at the start. He has really strong arms and hands from wheeling his chair, so he would actually have an advantage over the boys that are not challenged. It would also make him feel like he fits in more?" The coach's eyes lit up, "Hey Brett, what a wonderful idea! I've always felt badly to see him so excited with sports, but having to sit on the bylines." I was on a roll now, "Jeez, thanks coach," but more ideas were flooding through my mind, remebering our time at the washrooms, "It may seem an unusual event in high school, but maybe we could have arm wrestling contest too. I don't think anybody in the school could beat him and it's a real macho sport. It would really be good if he could beat all of us that have good legs in at least one event or even more. He would be t heir equal. Sorry to ask for so much coach." I said, still a little nervous. He squeezed my shoulder as he smiled warmly at me, "Brett, don't you ever, ever apologize for wanting to help anyone. Especially if they are disadvantaged. I've seen the way you are around him and he is so l Lucky to have a guy like you to call a friend!" I nodded modestly as he took his hand off my shoulder but as I started to turn away, he said, "Wait! You just got me thinking too. As Phys Ed teacher, I naturally want as many kids in any sport we can have. And I just remembered seeing you over lunch teaching him free throws. So let's get him into that one too, you don't necessarily have to be standing to be good. Let's go over and talk to him" "Uh... okay coach, but he's... kinda proud, so better not let him think you're doing it because of his limitations..." "For sure" he replied as we headed over to Tim and him, "Hey Winnie, I was just asking Brett if he thought you might be interested in going in the free throw competition. I've seen you at noon and you're getting good, so I'll just make a rule to clarify that it doesn't matter if you are standing or sitting, just as long as you are behind the line, K? Wadda you think?" Mikey's eyes went wide in surprise and he stammered, "I... I um... I'm... Sure! Sure I will!" then looked quite proud to be counted in for the first time. "Great!" and as he turned to go back, he looked back a Winn again, "Oh yeah, I was going to ask Brett about some other events we were considering and I think that maybe you might be interested in too. But since I'm here, I'll might as well ask you too," and he lifted up his clip board which I knew was blank, "lemme see... rope climb?" and Winnie looked serious as he took a moment, then nodded, "k... oh, an unusual one, arm wrestling?" Boy, he was a regular light bulb when he nodded, "great! Hmm... oh yeah, we're considering this one which is quite unusual, `vertical" pushups. I saw it, where someone holds your feet straight up while you do the pushups. Pretty difficult when I saw it. Think those tree trunks you call arms are up for it?" and Winn blushed as he gave a nodding smile, and coach smiled, "gonna be interesting to see if we can get anyone else, gotta be tough, that's for sure." And Winnies' light bulb nod, quickly became a flashbulb nod! "Well Winnie, this is great!" and smiled, "maybe it will add some spice to the usual, same ol' same ol' events." and when he stuck his fist out, Winnie bumped it, and I wasn't sure if he was gonna proudly puff his chest out or just cry. I frowned and pouted slightly, suppressing a grin, "Jeez, thanks a lot coach. It looks like I'm gonna be working my butt off training him now, getting him in shape" The coach gave me thumbs up, "Well you're lucky. I don't think it's going to take much, he's pretty well ready now" I hadn't seen Winnie this excited since I gave him his first blowjob! Then some doubt seemed to set in and he got serious, "This is fantastic, but do you think I'm any good? I mean some of those guys are really excellent?" I patted him on the head,"Well the coach seems to think you are, and besides, that's what competitions decide, to see who is. Guess we'll find out, won't we buddy!" Our last class was a spare and boy, did he go at it hard now. On a mission and he was slowly getting better, and after a few of rounds, he was pushing 80 percent. Timmy and me were struggling to keep feeding balls to him. When we wound it up, I suggested to Winnie that we have another sleepover because it's Friday. "Yeah man, excellent, I was thinking the same thing! I could use a good workout!" he cackled and rubbed his crotch. So he was quite excited as we headed outside and met Timmy who was waiting at the curb with his new backpack on his back and a sad look on his face when he saw us coming out, so Winn asked, "What s'matter little buddy?" "Well, I'm g...gonna miss you over the w...weekend" The Transit was just pulling up, so I said to him, "Hey Timmy, Winnie and I are having a sleepover at my place and were wondering if you wanted to come along, you're part of our gang you know. Well that's if you don't have any plans that is" A surprised look spread over his face " R...really? Er...n... no, I d...don't have any plans. That would be so g...great! But I don't have any p...pj's or anything." "Well you won't need pj's, and I have everything else you need." and Winnie winked at Timmy whose smile was so bright it could have blinded you. Bob had been watching us, "Well, the three musketeers again! And my my, my little man you're sure looking sharp Tim." He dropped the ramp up the bus, "And where to today boys?" "To Brett's place, please. We're having another sleepover!" Winnie replied proudly. "Oh, oh, that doesn't sound good!" he said with a wink at Tim, "think you can keep these two urchins under control?" Timmy squirmed and gave him a stern look, "Y...yep! If they don't I'll give them a good w...whuppin'!" and Bob chuckled as we cringed back from Timmy, then we all broke up. A good start for the weekend! We got to my place and Timmy helped me work Winnie's chair up the steps and into the house. There was a note on the kitchen table along with some money and I said, "Looks like pizza tonight! My mom's going to be late!" Timmy clapped his hands together and chirped, "Eh...excellent! I haven't had any since my b...birthday last year!" (I figured he would be able to eat at least half of it) We went into my room and he fidgeted as he stood by the computer. I teased him a bit by making him wait, then, "Oh, would you do me a favor and fire up the computer?" and he almost threw himself down in one of the chairs. I had two armless ones because I liked gaming with some friends. I went and grabbed some Cokes from the kitchen, then got my mother's computer chair and wheeled it into my room. They were now sitting shirtless and Winnie was in his chair with his hand on Timmy's bony shoulder. They turned and looked at me and Winnie said, "It was getting hot in here so we decided to take our shirts off if you don't mind?" I gave Winn a friendly smirk when I told them it was a good idea and took mine off too then helped Winnie off the wheelchair and onto the computer chair. Timmy looked at me curiously, so I explained, "Winnie likes a change of wheels every now and then" and they both giggled as I took my mom's chair. I didn't bother to explain that the armless were best when we wanted to reach over and do a lap dance on each other. And I knew Winnie's nefarious intent and absolutely agreed with it. We drank our Cokes and took turns at the computer, warming up by putting our hands on the legs of the player or our arms over his shoulders. And I knew Winnie was anxious to get some naughty things going, so I said, "Do you mind if I take these uncomfortable shorts off, I usually play in my underwear in my own room, and it is the weekend right?" Timmy fidgeted slightly as he shrugged then stared as I pulled them off and rubbed my bulge, "That's better!" "Do you want to give me a hand, Tim?" Winn asked as he grabbed the edge of the table and levered his ass off the chair. Timmy didn't hesitate very much after seeing me so casual about it and undid the shorts and pulled them off. Winn was getting hard and you could see the outline of his shaft pressing out his briefs and Timmy blushed slightly as Winnie ran his palm down the swelling, "Yes it is more comfortable!" Tim was a little torn between his modesty and wanting to be one of the boys, and maybe by the curiosity of his now roaring genes. We politely ignored him, like no big deal, and went back to the game. He waited a few moments then stood up and took off his cutoffs. Winnie was glancing out of the corner of his eye at the tight briefs with a large shaft curving down and tucking underneath. Yowser... Timmy was blushing slightly and Winnie turned and nonchalantly said, "Oh, you took yours off too. How's it feel?" Timmy ran his palm down his thick shaft like Winnie had, "Y...you're right, tha... that's better!" and grinned from ear to ear as he giggled. (Man, he had our attention now!) We continued playing semi naked. As Timmy was playing, I noticed Winnie rest his hand on the inside of Tim's thigh and slowly slid it up as he played till the back of his hand pressed against the bulge. And Tim would occasionally glance down at our crotches. A couple times he slid his fingers under his waistband and scratched. And the next time he did it Winnie chuckled, "Got fleas Tim?" He replied said innocently, "Oh, n... no, it's j...just my hairs." Winnie looked surprised, "You've got hairs? I don't have any, can I see yours?" Timmy modestly blushed a little, but I could see he was also slightly relieved, because at his age, with growing hormones, you're driven by these new desires and by increasing curiosity with anything to do with sex. Remember? And he hesitated, but only for a moment. He was his new bud now, so he stuck his thumbs in his waistband and pulled it down, exposing his pubes and a bit of his dick. He had half dozen long ones above the base of a thick shaft. "That's neat!" Winnie said, "Can we feel them?" That made Timmy feel good and also be one of the gang, letting then do something they want and what he wanted too, so he nodded his approval. We twirled the hairs in our fingers and pulled on them lightly as he looked down to watch and I noticed he was really straining against the briefs.I made a point of rubbing my fingers over the hard shaft that was showing. "I don't have any yet, feel how smooth I am." and Winnie pulled his waistband down exposing his bare pubes and half of his hard shaft. Timmy's brow rose, then became a little nervous, maybe from his straining hardon, but more than likely from just being fucking horny, but didn't hesitate this time. He reached right down and ran his fingers around the smooth pubes and Winnie moaned softly, "Oh, that feels so good. It's making me hard," and giggled, "why dontcha squeeze it and see what you think" Timmy was starting to get bolder and more comfortable as he was getting into it and pinched the base of the thick shaft with his thumb and forefinger. He swallowed and licked his dry lips as Winnie said, "Looks like you are too! Want me to check it?" and Tim nodded rapidly now, and didn't flinch as Winnie squeezed the shaft that was bare, but he continued squeezing Winn's. I quickly pulled my waistband down till it caught on my knob nodule on the end, the rest of my swelling shaft arching up. Winnie looked over "Better check out Bretty Tim, looks like he's hardening up too!" He reached over, still squeezing Winny's and started squeezing my shaft arc, so I joined Winnie on his. As Winn squeezed on the exposed cock muscle, I squeezed down the hard cloth tube to the bulbous end. It was thick and he was starting to squirm as he looked back and forth at ours. "Well it looks like the three musketeers are getting their muskets up!" Winnie blurted out, "Jeez do you want to help me take these darn things off buddy, before my dick breaks in half?" and pulled himself up off the seat. The little (?) guy didn't seem very shy anymore, you know, building teen hormones, stiffy driven, so he chuckled as he leaned over after Winnie lifted off the seat, and pulled them off. Mikey's cock snapped up as he dropped back on the seat and made it bob a couple of times. Timmy stared at it wide-eyed. Winnie sighed as he grabbed his throbbing cock and gave it a couple of strokes, "Oh man, that's better, feel how hard it is." Timmy, anxious now, reached down and wrapped his fist around it and slowly stroked it, "It's really h... hard and l...long too!" Winnie looked over at the tent in my underwear, "Looks like you're uncomfortable too Brett?", and I nodded, "maybe you better help him out too Timmy. You're our private stripper!" Timmy was giggling now as he tugged down on the big bulge of cotton in his briefs and moved over in front of me, his knob also quite prominent as it stretched his briefs out at the bottom. I lifted my hips as he leaned down and grabbed my waistband and pulled them off, staring at my throbbing member that sprang up. Then he sat slowly back down between us again, fidgeting as he glanced back and forth at the rigid dicks sticking up between our legs as he ran his wrist down the swelling in his briefs. "Is he as hard as I am Timmy?" Winnie inquired, a little teasingly. Timmy squeezed his tent as he smiled meekly, then grasped a hard cock in each hand and looked back and forth as he squeezed, testing them, "It's as h... hard as yours, and it's got skin like mine" and tee heed. We watched him squirm a bit, hesitating, and I remembered myself being in a similar situation. Still youthfully shy? Wondering if they will laugh at my boy boner? Too small? My developing macho defenses starting to develop? Will I be accepted with what I got? Will they'll think I'm a sissy? Fuck it! I'm hard as a rock. I love their dinks and wanna do things now. I gotta whack off. I'm curious. Be bold! Bare the beast! Here I go... "I'm r...really uncomfortable now too!" then looked at Winn who was hungrily staring at the stretched cotton, "W...will you help me W...Winnie b...buddy?", and when Winnie nodded, he stood up and nervously dropped his hands and moved over in front of him. The engorged knob on Winnie`s hardon was humming as he licked his lips, swallowed hard and hungrily looked at the swelling in Timmy's new briefs. Then he reached out for the waistband... Dickydoo2@gmx.com DD Donate yet?