Date: Thu, 5 May 2011 00:02:59 +1030
From: Scott Grey <scottgrey08@hotmail.co.uk>
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.