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Date: 2 Jun 1995 00:44:42 -0400

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HELPING HANDS
PART 1

Hi, my name is Tony. I just turned 18, and finished high
school this year. I was one year behind the rest of my
friends because I was sick when I was little, and had to
miss a grade. Once I was out of high school, I looked
around trying to find out what I wanted to do now that I
was "free." I soon began to realize that being out of
school did not really mean freedom. Work was another
"trap" just like being forced to go to school day in and
day out, even when you did not want to. The only
difference between work and school, I found out, was
that missing school only effected grades. Missing work
effected the way that I could live.

When a friend of my dads offered me a job as an orderly
at the local children's hospital for the summer, while I
decided what I wanted to do, I snapped it up. Working at
a hospital with kids didn't seem to bad a thing to do with
my summer.

My first day on the job was pretty much an orientation. I
was told all about the hospital, and the floors on which I
would be working. I was told that basically my job
would consist of assisting nurses when they needed it.
When I learned that a large part of my job would be
cleaning up kid's beds if they had an accident or the
likes, I was not too pleased, but I thought that perhaps
this would not happen too often.

I was assigned to help out a nurse's aide for the day. It
was the job of the aid to show me the ropes and to teach
me the do's and don'ts. The first thing that I learned was
that when children asked for something to eat or drink, I
should ask the floor nurse. Since some of the children
could be restricted from certain things, and violation
could lead to serious problems for the child's health, this
was important.

I learned my first day that certain children were restricted
to their beds, either because they could not get out
because of an operation, or because they were required
complete bed rest. This meant that when the children had
to go to the bathroom, it had to be done in bed. This
meant, especially with the younger children, that they
needed help.

The nurses aide was patient with me, and showed me all
that there was to know about helping a child use the toilet
designed for the bed. After a few demonstrations with
various boys and girls, it was my turn to try it out. When
we went to a bed of a six-year-old boy who had an
operation two days before, he said that he had to "pee."

The aide told me that it was my turn to help him. Pulling
the privacy curtain around his bed a bit, I grabbed the
little urinal designed for the purpose. Pulling the kid's
covers down, I lifted the front of his gown to expose his
genitals. A little jolt of electricity ran through me as his
little penis and testicles came into view.

I had watched most of the morning the aide to the same
thing, and I had seen the genitals of dozens of boys and
girls of all ages, however, this was the first time that I
was the one who had pulled the child's gown aside to get
to his genitals. Somehow, which baffled me at the time,
this caused a bit of excitement inside of me.

The child was still fairly weak from his operation, which
meant that he was almost helpless. Once I found that he
would not be helping out much in the process, I turned
to the aide with a questioning look. She told me that I
would have to hold him and help him while he peed.

With a little shudder, I reached out and took hold of the
child's small penis. It dawned on me, as I worked my
fingers around it, that this was the only penis that I had
ever handled outside of my own. I felt a stirring in my
groin which was a little embarrassing.

Once I had the boy positioned, I told him to go ahead. I
could feel his little penis jump a bit, and then his stream
of urine began. The kid certainly must've had to go,
because he peed long and hard. When the last few drops
dribbled out, I shook his penis a few times to make sure
that it was all out. Just when I was about to let go of
him, he said that it felt like he had to go more. I took
hold of his penis again, and held it for another minute or
two.

I felt the little boy's penis jump a little again, and I
thought that he was about to begin peeing. This did not
happen, however, I noticed something else happening
which caused my heart to miss a few beats. Right there
in my hand, I felt the boy's penis begin to expand. I tried
to cover it with my fingers so that it would not be visible
to the aide, but I failed as the child's organ grew to a
fairly impressive size.

I did not know what to do. I knew that my face was beet
red, and I felt as if I was about to grow hard as well. It
was bad enough that I was already about half erect. I
turned to the nurse's aide with wide eyes. All she did
was to smile and shake her head knowingly. Finally she
saved the situation by asking the boy if he thought that
he was done peeing. The boy said that he thought so, but
he wasn't sure. She told the boy that they would be back
a little later to see if he had to go again.

As we walked into the hall, the woman told me not to be
alarmed by what happened. She said that many times
when helping boys with the bathroom, or when washing
them, they would get erections. She said that little boys
got erections all of the time, often not for sexual reasons.
She then laughed and said that with that particular boy,
however, he got an erection whenever anyone touched
his penis. She laughed and said that he was a very
mature little six-year-old.

During lunch we sat with a few other nurse's aides, and
eventually the conversation turned to my first experience
with the little boy. My trainer told the others how the boy
asked me to hold him longer when he thought that he had
to pee, and how he got an erection shortly after that.
Everyone at the table laughed, and told of similar
experiences they had with him while helping him with
the toilet, or while bathing him.

The reason for their comments that he was a mature six-
year-old soon became clear. The boy had been admitted
to the hospital originally for tests. He stayed about four
days before it was decided that he needed an operation.
The first night the nurse came in to his room around ten
o'clock, and found him laying back on his bed with his
pajama bottoms off, masturbating.

Since it look as if the rest of the children were sleeping,
she left him alone, and came back to check on him a
while later. He had finished what he was doing, and had
pulled the covers back over him, but his pajama bottoms
were still off. She dressed him once again, and tucked
him in.


The next day the six-year-old and another boy, about
seven, were missing from their rooms. Two of the
nurses went off looking for them. Eventually a cleaning
person opened a closet to get a broom, and got the scare
of her life when there was movement inside. She was
too startled to pay much attention, but later she thought
that the boys were pulling their pajama bottoms up
when she opened the door.

The nurses who were searching for the boys appeared,
and listened to their story that they were playing fort, and
led them back to their rooms. It was quite visible that
both boys pajama bottoms fronts were tented out as they
were led away. It did not take long for the joke to begin
that there was a new "doctor" on the floor.

After lunch that same day it was discovered that the boys
were missing again. Before the search took place,
however, one aide heard some giggling coming from the
bathroom attached to the room. Opening the door she
found the two boys, and almost yelped when she saw
what they were up to.

They had saved one of the hot-dog buns from lunch, and
there in the bathroom the seven-year-old was on his
knees in front of the six-year-old. The younger boy had
his pajama bottoms down around his ankles, and his
penis inside of the hot-dog bun. The seven-year-old was
eating the bun from around the younger boy's penis.

Later, when the nurses talked to the boy, they said that
they were only playing a game of "hot-dog." They told
them that they had traded places on and off, so that each
of them could have a chance to eat the hot-dog. With
carefully worded questions, they eventually extracted
that part of the eating of the hot-dog was to bite a hole in
the bun and then lick the hot-dog a bit as well. Both boys
admitted that they had also sampled the hot-dogs of each
other without the bun as well. The nurses shook their
heads, trying to find ways to keep the boys interested in
games other than sexual ones. The new joke of the day
was that it was good that neither boy decided to bite
down while eating the hot-dog, or it would have become
a hot-dog with "ketchup."

When during the night, after hearing sounds coming
from one of the rooms, a nurse went in to check on what
was going on, and found the two boys in bed together
naked, it was decided that the boys needed to be talked
to. According to the nurse, both boys were in bed totally
naked. When she came in the seven-year-old was on top
of the six-year-old, and we was moving up and down on
top of the younger's buttocks.

At first she thought that they were just simulating
intercourse as many young children do when engaging in
sex play, however, when she made her presence clear
and the boys parted, she heard an unmistakable popping
sound which was, she discovered, the sound of the
boy's penis being pulled out of the other boy's anus.

When the nurse in charge talked with the boys, they
freely admitted that the older had been having anal
intercourse with the younger. She learned that they had
been at it for some time when they had been found, and
both of the boys had taken several turns inside of the
other's backside.

A hospital child psychologist was called in, and she
talked with both boys. It was learned that the seven-year-
old was, prior to meeting the younger boy, fairly naive
about sex and sex play, but that when the younger boy
showed him what boys could do together, he was an
eager participant.

This happened at a time when sexual exploration and sex
play between children was seen as a normal and healthy
part of growing up, and so there was not too much alarm
over the fact that they boys were fooling around
sexually.

There was a little concern, however, as to why the six-
year-old was so sexually active. After talking with the
child for about an hour, however, the doctor concluded
that he was a well adjusted, normal six-year-old, who
was a bit mature for his age, and who had a fairly strong
sex drive. He had not been abused or molested, and his
attitudes about sex were healthy.

The boys were told that sex was a private thing, and that
they should not do it out where people can see it. The
boys, clever as many young boys are, told the doctor
that they were in private most of the time that they were
found. There was logic to their arguments. The doctor
suggested that if the boys really wanted to play with each
other, that perhaps they should lock the bathroom door
when they were in there.

The boys decided that this was permission to fool
around, and within a short time after going back to their
rooms, they were in the bathroom with the door locked,
causing the nurses to stand banging on the door telling
them to come out. After a series of giggles, grunts, and
moans the boys emerged and went smiling to their beds
to watch television.

One afternoon the nurses, to their horror, found that five
children were not to be found. Heading towards the
locked bathroom door, they heard more than two voices.
Banging, threatening, and pleading did no good, the
children would not open the door. The room was filled
with giggles and squeals of delight.

An orderly appeared with a key to the door, and a minute
later it was opened, much to the displeasure of the
children inside. Besides the six and seven-year-old, there
were three other boys in the bathroom. All five children
were naked. An eleven-year-old was thrusting in and out
of the six-year-old's anus. The six-year-old was
standing, bent over. The seven-year-old was on the floor
wrapped on a sixty-nine position with an eight year old.
A boy of five was in front of the six-year-old sucking
his penis while being masturbated by the six-year-old.

The nurses started to question whether they were
running a hospital or a sex resort for little boys. Luckily,
the seven-year-old was discharged, and the six-year-old
had his operation, which calmed the floor done almost at
once. The other boys who had been involved in the orgy
didn't initiate sex on their own.

I could not believe the stories that I heard about the little
boy that I had helped go pee, but since so many people
were telling the story, I had to believe it. I was more
than aroused by the story. I found that I was so aroused
that I had to slip into a bathroom to masturbate. All while
I played with myself I thought about the little boys
having sex. When I ejaculated, I felt guilty and perverted
that I had done that thinking about little boys.

HELPING HANDS
PART 3

My next shift was on a Sunday. Since I had done so well
with the nurses aide, they decided that I could work on
my own. I started at three o'clock, and was to work until
eleven that night. Once visiting hours were over, things
got quiet. There was pretty much a skeleton crew on the
floor. More help could be on hand in minutes, so it was
not necessary to have a full staff.

I began my early evening rounds to help the children
who needed help going to the bathroom, and to change
any children and bedding that needed it. My first real
crisis was a three-year-old boy who had messed his bed.
Heading to the linen closet, I grabbed more bedding and
a clean gown. The charge nurse seen this and asked who
had the accident. She asked if I needed help, but I told
her that I could handle it.

Pulling the privacy screen around the bed, I first pulled
the boy's gown off, rolled him onto his stomach onto a
clean part of the bed, and cleaned off his buttocks. When
he was sufficiently clean, I pulled the sheets and blanket
off the bed and threw them on the floor. Working with
the child laying in the middle of the bed, I put the sheets
and then blanket back on. I was pleased that I could do
this without having to move the child to another bed.

I decided that while I was there, and the boy was naked,
I would give him a sponge bath, and so I went and filled
a basin with water and grabbed a wash cloth, soap, and a
towel. Just as I started, the nurse came by, stuck her
head in, and wrinkled her nose because of the smell. She
said that it was a good idea to bathe him. I heard her
walk around for a few minutes and then go back to her
station.

I decided that it was time to wash the child, since I still
had a long way to go on my rounds. In the back of my
mind as well, was the fact that I would be stopping by
the six-year-old's bed as well. I had planned to also give
him a bath, something which excited me.

Starting at the boy's face, I began to wash him gently. I
spread a plastic sheet under him so that I did not need to
change the bed again if it got wet. Things went smooth
as the boy cooperated with me. When I washed under
his arms he giggled, and continued giggling as I washed
his chest and belly.

Setting the wash cloth in the basin, I used my hands on
his chest and stomach a bit, rubbing the soap around. I
could not believe how incredibly soft his skin was.
Grabbing the wash cloth again, I soaped his legs and
feet. I decided that I would rinse him all at once, and so I
left him soapy as I washed.

Looking up at the little boy as I finished washing his
feet, I smiled. He was one mass of soap suds and
bubbles, all except around his genitals which were still
fairly dry. Realizing that I should also wash him there, I
soaped the cloth up again, and began to gently run it over
his tiny penis and testicles. I could feel their texture and
shape under the cloth, and this caused a stirring in my
groin, which puzzled me.

After completely soaping his little genitals, I ran the
wash cloth back over his chest and belly to keep it moist
so that the soap would not dry out. The little lad was
now covered with soap from neck to feet.

Abandoning the washcloth once again, I began to rub my
hands over his chest and stomach, rubbing the soap
around well. I continued down his legs and over his feet
and then back up his legs again. I realized that I had once
again given his genitals a miss. I wanted to feel them
without having cloth between them and my hand. I
decided that under the disguise of washing him it would
be safe enough to do so, and so I let my hands continue
wandering and rubbing, and I felt them come into
contact, first, with his little balls.

As my hand ran over them, I noticed how tiny they really
were. The testicles themselves were not much bigger
than peas, and they were much higher on his body than
mine. I remembered, as I ran my fingers over them,
reading how young boy's testicles dropped down as they
aged, and as sperm began to develop inside of them.

The little boy did not seem to be alarmed that I was
paying attention to his testicles, and so I took them, one
by one, between my fingers and gently rolled them
around. The boy giggled a little when I did this, and I
noticed that his penis jumped around a little.

I had found, quite by accident, when I was younger that
if I rubbed the area right under my testicles when I
played with my penis, it would feel really good. As I got
older and was able to ejaculate, I found that if I rubbed
the little tube which ran down in that area, my penis
would get even harder, and I would cum much more
than usual. I wondered if this worked on all boys. Since
I did not fool around with other boys when I was a
child, I had no way of knowing whether or not all boys
did respond to that.

While still rubbing the boy's testicles with several
fingers, I moved my other hand down under his tiny
sack, and felt around until I found the area that I was
looking for. It was much smaller than mine, but then
again, he was much smaller than I was. Figuring that I
had to have the right spot, I began to gently rub it,
almost caressing it with my finger tips.

The results were almost immediate. I watched the boy's
penis jump once, and then watched as it begin to stir. I
could actually see it getting hard, little by little. The more
that I rubbed, the harder it got, until the boy was lying
there with his little two inch penis totally erect.

I was happy to learn that this did work on other boys as
well as on myself. As soon as I concentrated on the
boy's erection, however, my own penis began to stir. I
wanted badly to touch and play with it. I decided that
since he still did not seem alarmed I could do so.

Soaping my hand up a little more, I let it wander over the
boy's erection. It felt so hard and warm, it made me
shudder. I did not realize that such a small boy, with
such a small penis could get a hard-on like that. I had
thought that it came with age.

HELPING HANDS
PART 4

When my fingers began rubbing up and down the length
of the boy's erection, he sighed a little, spreading his
legs in the process. I looked up at his face as I continued
to play with his penis. He had his eyes closed, and there
was a small smile on his face.

Feeling encouraged by his response, I began to work my
fingers up and down on his erection, now more
masturbating than caressing. The boy sighed again, and I
felt his little body begin to respond to my fingers. Each
time that my hand would reach the base of his penis, he
would thrust his little hips up off the bed a bit to meet my
fingers. I knew that the boy was totally into being jacked
off. I am not sure if he had ever experienced that before,
or if he played with his own penis, but it was very
obvious that he wanted it to continue.

I continued working on the boy's erection. All pretenses
of washing him were set aside by that time. While one
hand busily worked away on his hard-on, the other
kneaded and massaged his little testicles. The boy began
squirming around on the bed. I watched his face for any
sign that he was displeased, but none could be seen.

Finally a sharp breath was released from the boy's
mouth, he trust his hips tightly against my hand, and I
felt his tiny penis begin to throb and pulsate. I knew
from my own experiences that he was cumming. I
stroked him a few more times, bringing a few moans
from him, and then I released his penis, watching it
pulsate a few more times as it stood out from his hairless
groin.

I rubbed my hands, once more, over his genitals, feeling
his penis begin to lose some of its rigidity. A few
seconds later he was as flaccid as when he had begun.
When he opened his eyes, I smiled at him and told him
that it was time to rinse him off. The boy smiled back at
me. I doubt that he had ever gotten a bath like that at
home.

After rinsing and drying the little boy, I rolled him over
onto his stomach and washed his back and buttocks. I
ran my fingers along his little anus while washing him
there, and spread his cheeks wide so that I could get my
first real look at another boy's hole. Figuring that I had
spent more than enough time with the boy already, I
quickly rinsed him off, dried him, and after rubbing
powder over his body, taking a few extra seconds to
caress his genitals once more, I put him back into a
gown and tucked him in. As I pulled the covers up
around his neck, I bent down and kissed him on the
cheek. I was happy to see the loving smile that he gave
me in return.

My next few charges were not as interesting as the little
boy. Next came an eight-year-old girl, who needed to be
bathed. Although I got a chance to see my first real girl
naked, I did not do anything other than wash, dry, and
dress her again.

A twelve-year-old boy came next. He blushed deeply as
I removed his gown and began to bathe him. I noticed
that when I washed his genitals, they jumped a few times
under the wash cloth. I thought that he might enjoy
having me wash them a little longer, but he was too old
not to realize what was going on if I spent to much time
on them, and I did not want to take the chance.

My next patient was a seven-year-old black boy who had
been hit by a car. He was not seriously injured, but he
did suffer a concussion and a lot of bruises. He did not
flinch when I told him that I was going to wash him, and
he wiggled around a little to help me getting his gown
off.

I was very interested in looking at him when he was
naked. I had never seen a black kid naked before, and
never really ever been really close to any black people
prior to that. I had heard the jokes and tales about how
big the penises of blacks were, and so my eyes
immediately went down this genitals to see if this were
true.

While not overly huge, I had to admit that the boy's
penis, at least soft, was fairly large considering his size.
I had a sudden urge to see him erect. I knew that if I
washed him the same way that I washed the younger
boy, I could probably get my wish.

As with almost every boy, he giggled when I washed
under is arms, and his chest and stomach. He stopped
giggling, however, as my wash cloth made a fast sweep
over his penis and testicles. I could almost feel him hold
his breath when this took place. Re-soaping the cloth
like nothing was out of the usual, I immediately returned
to his testicles and began rubbing them around again.
The boy squirmed a few times, perhaps embarrassed at
what was taking place.

I found the spot under his testicles with little problem, it
was much bigger than the other boy's, and began to pay
attention to it. In a few seconds, I could see the boy's
penis begin to respond. The boy glanced down his body
with a look of horror on his face, as his penis begin to
rise.

I could tell that the boy did not know what to do. Finally
he decided that the way to deal with the situation was to
close his eyes, and he snapped them shut. I continued
rubbing his spot, my own eyes open wide, as I watched
his penis come alive. When finally it reached its total
erect state, it was hovering almost five inches above his
chocolate brown, hairless groin.

HELPING HANDS
PART 5

Never, in my wildest dreams, would I have guessed that
such a young boy could have such a large erection. I
guessed that he was pretty close to my size, and I was
many years older than him. I believed, at once, the tales
which were told.

Wondering how the boy would respond if I started
"washing" his penis now that it was hard, I decided that
I would plant an idea in his head and see if he went for
it. Stopping for a minute, I quietly asked if he was
sleeping. The boy did not respond, perhaps a little
embarrassed. I said, sounding like I was talking to
myself, but talking to him, that I would have to finish
washing him without him helping me. Taking the wash
cloth into my hand, I wrapped it around his erection and
said that I had to wash him good all over. The boy's
breath escaped as I took a hold of his penis under the
cloth, but he did not respond in any other way. I knew
that he was not sleeping, and he knew that I knew that he
was not sleeping, but he was playing along with the
game.

Muttering to him again, making it seem like I was talking
to myself, I said that I had to wash this really good.
"This," of course, was his penis which I tugged on a bit
when I said it. Dropping the wash cloth, I took his
erection into my hands and felt it naked for the first time.
It was hard as a rock, and yet soft to the touch as well.
The boy had a beautiful penis.

I began to winder if he would stop me as my hands
moved up and down in a few exploratory masturbatory
movements. He did not try to stop it. Feeling reassured
with his non-actions, I wrapped my hand around him
snugly, and began to jack him off. I could hear and see
his breathing increase as I began to work on him. Like
the other little boy, he began to slowly move his hips a
bit, pushing upwards into my hand.

Once it was obvious that he was getting into it, I dropped
the pretense of washing, wrapped my other hand around
his balls, and began massaging them as I jacked him off.
Within minutes my hand was flying up and down his
erection, and my other hand was kneading and
massaging his balls, encouraging him to cum off.

The boy, while still lying there with closed eyes, was
really into it. His butt was wiggling all over on the bed,
and he began humping into my hand as it moved up and
down on his dick. I felt the boy begin to stiffen, and I
knew that he was about to get off. I stopped suddenly,
not wanting it to end so soon. I could feel the boy
shudder, thinking that I was stopping right before he got
off. I used a fresh cloth and washed the soap off of his
penis and testicles.

Giving him a hint that it was not over yet, I let one hand
gently caress his testicles. I knew that I was driving the
kid crazy, but I wanted him to last longer. As I gazed at
the beautiful deep brown erection point up at me angrily,
demanding attention, a thought crossed my mind. I
wanted to suck the boy's penis.

Never before had I ever sucked a penis, short of a few
attempts at trying to suck my own. I had never even
really thought seriously about sucking another boy's
penis, but here I was, staring at that black kid's hard-on,
and I wanted it in my mouth.

I wondered if I could get away with a few sucks without
him noticing. I doubted it seriously, but I wondered if he
would stay laying there with his eyes closed if I tried. I
had to try, the urge was too strong. I think that the boy
sensed what I was about to do, because his body
stiffened as I put my face close to his erection. Thinking
about it later, he probably felt my breath on it. He lifted
his hips a little, perhaps involuntarily, and his penis
touched my closed lips.

That was it. I could not turn back. Opening my mouth a
little, I moved forward and took the tip of his penis into
my mouth. I kept my eyes on his face so that if I needed
to bail out I could. The boy could not help himself. He
was probably sure that what he was feeling on his dick,
but he had to look. When he opened his eyes, our eyes
met, and he snapped them shut again quickly.

I was wondering what his reaction would be, when he
lifted himself slightly off of the bed, pushing his penis
further inside of my mouth. Although I had never sucked
a penis before, I "knew" how to do it. I closed my lips
around his warm hard-on, and began to suck.

Once was sure that he was with me, I began moving my
mouth up and down on him a bit. He responded, again,
by pushing up and deeper into my mouth. The boy got
even more into the blow job than he had being jacked
off, and soon he was thrusting himself in and out of my
mouth. I kept my head still and let him do the work, until
he began thrusting so wildly and deeply that he was
almost choking me. Grabbing onto the base of his
erection, I gained a little control of his actions so that he
would not choke me to death with his large penis.

It was obvious that the young black boy was getting
ready to cum. I doubted seriously if he could shoot out
any cum. He was too little. Even though he had a dick of
a twelve or thirteen-year-old, he was completely hairless.
When he began to miss strokes and fall out of my mouth
a few times, I realized that he was too far gone to
continue on his own.

END PART FIVE

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