Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2009 21:42:22 -0600
From: Mark Drew <mark_drew69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 2 of Giving Tony a Hand

Subject: Giving Tony A Hand-02

Beginning of Disclaimer

The following is a totally made up story of consensual sexual encounters
between totally made up young teen boys.

No trees were harmed in the writing of this story.

If you are under eighteen or if this sort of thing is a turn off for you
then you shouldn't read a lot of it because you will go blind.  (Anyway,
what the hell did you think you were going to find in a Gay Stories
Archive)

End of Disclaimer


Giving Tony A Hand-02


Now there's Tony, at first, he was quiet and sad, just like I had been when
I got here.  Since we started hanging out, he went being a boy to growing
into a young teen.  From what I've felt during my "accidental" basketball
groping, Tony has also grown "downstairs" and now I wonder if maybe I could
be to him what Billy was to me.  I mean now that sweet looking dude has
become the star of my jerk off fantasies, and has me shooting loads of cum
in his honor.  And Billy had been right about my dick growing, because now
it's close to six and a half inches (six and three eighths inches to be
exact).  I know because I measure it all the time.

When Tony broke his left wrist, I was the first to his side and remembered
how he hugged me tight as he tried not to cry in front of the little kids
who had watched him fly off the ramp and fall onto the curb.  He was left
with a cast from his hand almost to his elbow, leaving him just minimal use
of his fingers.

They were supposed to fly up to Oregon, so his Mom could be with his aunt
when she had her new baby, on the day Tony decided to retry the stunt that
had broken his left wrist three weeks before.  I was shooting baskets as
Tony set up his skateboard ramp. He was shirtless, and wearing gym shorts,
but had on knee and elbow pads, and of course I couldn't help but think how
delicious he looked.  I gave him a thumbs up when he looked over at me,
then he waved and smiled, tapping his helmet, as he dropped his board and
took off down the street.  I was watching, along with a few of the little
kids, as Tony came flying off the ramp and must have flown almost eight
feet before landing.  In a horrifying instant one of his wheels must have
hit a stone, causing him to lose his balance and come crashing down, this
time landing hard on his right wrist as he made a last ditch try to protect
his already broken left one.

"Oooooommmmmmm..." Tony groaned as he rolled onto his back, tears rolling
down his cheeks.

I was at his side in an instant.  "Don't move Tony... just lie still and
get your breath." I told him, eyeing his obviously broken right wrist.

He did as he was told and lay there until he had his wits about him.  "Hey
Danny, go get my Mom.  Please" he sobbed, as he asked the 8-year-old,
leader of the little kids.

In minutes Tony's Mom was by his side.  Once she determined that he had
only broken his arm and a few small scrapes, but hadn't done any more
serious damage to himself, she was both relieved and distraught.  "Oh
Tony... why couldn't you be more careful.  Judy's depending on me and
now..."

"I'm sorry Mom.  I just wanted to try it one time before we left." Tony
said weakly, as I came up behind him, wrapped my arms around his chest, and
lifted him to his feet.

"Jon... would you please help me get him to the emergency room." Tony's mom
asked.

The ride to the hospital was anxious to say the least.  Tony's poor Mom had
a sister giving birth and a son with two broken arms, who would also need
her to care for him.  She fretted continuously as she sped through traffic.

After her son was safely at the hospital and the doctor was taking x-rays,
she finally broke down sobbing.  "Oh Jon... this is so fucked up... I'm
sorry kiddo... messed up...  what am I going to do?"

I thought about it for a minute.  My Mom works and other than mowing a few
lawns during the week, I hang around all day.  Why wouldn't I be capable of
helping out my friend's Mom by helping to take care of him for a few weeks?
"Why don't you go ahead and go to Portland and I can help with Tony."

"Oh no... I can't ask you to do that." She replied, patting me on the knee.

"I'm not busy with anything and I could just stay over at your house.  If
anything would come up I could call my Mom." I reasoned.

"We'd better check with your Mother." She replied, pulling her cell phone
and calling my Mom.  She got up and walked into the hallway for privacy,
then returned a few minutes later, handing the phone to me.

"Are you sure you know what you're volunteering for?" Mom asked.  "You'll
need to not only help him get dressed and undressed, but you'll also need
to bathe him and even wipe his butt for him."

I hadn't really given it all that much thought, but before this all
happened I would have gladly paid to perform all those duties, maybe with
the exception of wiping his ass.  "They really need my help... and besides
I'm not doing anything else."

"Okay... as long as you understand how important this is.  I know Tony is
your friend, but they really need you to stand up for them."

Tony's Mom reached into her purse and counted off $200 and handed it to me.
"Here...  take this for food and expenses and I'll pay you $150 for
helping."

The doctor called Tony's Mom, then she waved for me to follow her into the
examination room.

"It's a clean break, but I doubt Tony should be back on his skateboard for
a while." The doctor smiled, mussing Tony's thick hair as he showed us the
x-rays.  The doctor was attempting to lighten the mood, as tears still
rolled down Tony's cheeks.  "I cleaned up those scrapes, they're minor and
should clear up in a few days."

"I'm so so so sorry Mom." Tony sobbed, looking down at his two identical
casts.  "I've ruined everything."

Tony's mom smiled at me and wiped away his tears.  "Actually...  Jon has
volunteered to come over and stay with you to help you out so I can still
go to Judy's." his Mom informed him.  "Honey, everything will be okay."

Tony looked up at me and smiled.  "Oh man... You'd do that... come over and
stay with me.  That's so awesome!"

I got a warm and fuzzy feeling as Tony grinned at me.  I was sure I had
never seen him smile so brightly.  "I'll be there for you Tony, for
whatever you need.  I can help you out."

Tony surprised me when he stood and wrapped his cast-covered arms around
me, clumsily giving me a hug.  "Jon... you're the best!"  He said, leaning
his head on my shoulder.  It was a sweet and sincere gesture that
immediately let me know how much my volunteering meant to him.  As he
released his embrace he flashed me a shy smile.

"I agree.  Thanks a bunch Jon."  Tony's Mom added, mussing my hair, then
smoothing it straight again.

The doctor patted me on the shoulder.  "You're a good friend, Jon.  Since
you'll be in charge, these are the prescriptions you'll need to pick up.
If he's in a lot of pain, you can double the dosage, but definitely not
more than that.  I don't foresee any problems, but here is my card, just in
case."  He told me, writing his home number on the back of the card.

On the way home, we stopped at the pharmacy to fill the prescriptions and
get another shower bag for his new cast, then I ran over to my house to
grab some overnight supplies and clothes when we got back.

While I was gathering up my stuff, I suddenly felt a little light-headed.
It was then that I realized I was hyperventilating, obviously from being
caught up in the intense situation with Tony and his Mom.  I forced myself
to calm down and began to assess exactly what I had gotten myself into.  I
drank a glass of warm water and looked at myself in the mirror, thinking
things through.  I decided right away that I could do what was needed of
me, after all, Tony was my friend.  I also figured that I needed to push
any sex fantasies or thoughts of taking advantage of the situation way to
the back of my mind.  I figured if anything was going to happen between
Tony and I, it probably would have happened by now.

I glanced through my quickly prepared overnight bag and realized I didn't
need 11 pair of boxers, and that I probably could do without the 14 pairs
of socks and 8 plain white T-shirts.  With my mind clear I repacked just
the bare essentials for a couple of days, knowing anything else I needed
would be a few minutes away.

Tony's Mom gave me a quick run down on what there was to eat and the
instructions for his pills, then she gave him a kiss and flew out the door.

Tony walked to the window and pulled back the curtain, watching her go.  I
could tell it was an emotional moment because he looked so sad waving
goodbye.  It was as he turned away from the window that I could see the
tears streaming down his face.

"Hey...  it's gonna be ok." I told him softly, grabbing a box of tissues
and pulling one out.

He smiled as I wiped his face.  "I know... it's just that she's never left
me... you know?"

"It's tough, I guess, but she'll be back it a couple days."

"I know... thanks." He said softly, then grinning as he gave a playful
swipe, only an inch from my chin, with his newest cast.

"You feeling all right?" I smiled, thinking to myself about the last boy's
face I had wiped with a tissue.

"Oh yeah... a little beat though." He said as he slid into a chair at the
kitchen table.  "Been a rough day... and I think those pain pills are
starting to kick in"

I took out a couple of glasses, added ice, then filled them with coke,
adding a straw to his.  "This should help revive you." I told him as I
flipped on the TV.  I ran around the dial trying to find something worth
watching when I came across a rerun of Malcolm in the Middle.

"Let's watch Malcolm.  It's cool." Tony said, almost reading my mind.  It
was one of the good ones, with lots of Justin Berfield, as Reese, running
around shirtless, showing off that oh-so delicious body.

As we watched I had to readjust my swollen prick a few times as I let my
mind wander to fantasies of lapping the sweat off his tight body.

"That Reese guy must work out." Tony said, absentmindedly, when a
commercial came on.  Stating the obvious, but taking me by surprise.

"Yeah... But in like some of the early ones, he was pretty ripped." I
observed.  "Remember the one where they went to the waterpark?"

Tony giggled.  "Oh yeah!  That one was hella funny.  Reese put his jock in
Malcolm's face and then Malcolm pulled Reese's swim trunks down in front of
everybody!"

"Yeah... that's the one." I laughed, thinking of how out of control those
guys get.

"I bet he's so buff because he plays such a hard-ass he needs to look
tough." Tony observed.

It was then when I realized that in all the times Tony and I had sat and
talked that the subject of guys and their physiques had never come up.  "I
suppose so.  You know you're built pretty good too." I thought out loud,
surprising myself.

Tony beamed at me.  "Thanks Jon... you really think so?" he said glancing
down at his bare torso.

"Well... you're thirteen, and probably built better than Reese, you know,
Justin Berfield, was when he was your age." I said, amazed that I was even
having this conversation.

"Thanks..." he said quietly.  "I think you're built really nice too.  Not
too big, just really nice."

By the time the words had left his lips my cock was rock hard with thought
he had even noticed "Thanks... but you're just saying that."  I grinned,
giving my aching dick a good squeeze, hidden from Tony's gaze.

Tony smiled at me and winked.  "I wouldn't say it if it weren't true."

"Thanks... again." I said, returning his wink.

Then the commercials were over and we went back to watching Malcolm and
Reese.  My mind went back again and again to our conversation, but I tried
to convince myself that it was just talk after all.  Pleasantly intriguing,
but just talk.  Right?

I refilled our cokes during the last commercial, which then came back to
the show with both Malcom and Reese shirtless and in boxers.  I swear if
I'd had TIVO or a VCR, it would have been an episode for the archives.

After the show was over I went in and took a leak, then was surprised when
Tony was outside the door when I came out.

"Um... Jon I've got to go... you know." He said nervously.

"Ohhhh... just a leak... or..."

Tony smiled shyly, "If it was just a leak, I can slide down my shorts and
sit.  I've got to... umm..."

"Drop a log?" I suggested.

"Yep... that would be it." Tony smiled weakly, sliding past me into the
bathroom.

"You want me to close the door?" I asked, realizing this was probably the
first of many times I was going to help him perform the duties (no pun
intended) he had been doing for himself since he was a small child.  As
apprehensive as I had been, having to help him, it couldn't have been close
to as mortifying as it was for him, to be so dependent on someone's help,
just to take a shit.

"No... I'll just be a sec." He said, hooking his thumbs under the waistband
of his shorts and slipping them down, leaving him in pair of white bikini
briefs, which seemed nicely packed for a guy his age.  "Here goes..." he
grinned, as he slipped his briefs down, revealing the treasures I had been
lustfully fantasizing about for months. I was surprised to see though his
equipment was as delicious as his sweet body, I couldn't see a pubic hair
in sight.  He playfully wiggled his ass, making his three or so inches of
circumcised boymeat dance, while his juicy set of hangers swayed in time.
"Sooo... what you think?" he teased as he sat down.

"Nothing to be ashamed of there Tony." I smiled, surprised at his
playfulness, but most definitely not put off by it.

"Yeah... but I'm still bald, down there." He said, glancing down.

"Yeah... but it'll come along sooner or later." I offered, as I heard him
relieving himself.

"Jon...you're just way too cool to be helping me out like this." He said
quietly, as he finished up.  "This is soooo... embarrassing." He muttered.

I really sympathized for him.  He was trying to be light hearted, but I
knew it just had to awful for him.  "Come on Tony.  It's not that bad." I
told him.

He smiled, then stood up and turned around.  "You still think so?" he
giggled as he wiggled his tight little buns at me.

I grabbed a few wads of toilet tissue and squatted down behind him,
thankfully, wiping him clean wasn't as hideous a job as it could have been.
"All done." I told him, as I tossed it into the toilet and flushed.

"Thanks..." he smiled, turning around quickly, leaving his cock and balls
swaying only inches from my face.

"Hmmm... don't mention it." I gasped, really struggling with the impulse go
down on that scrumptious cock right then and there.

Tony had on a sly grin as I stood back up.  "You know... as long as we're
in here... and since I'm already pretty much naked... We might as well take
a shower.  I was pretty sweaty even before we went to the hospital." He
said, sniffing his armpit and wrinkling his nose.

"Take a shower... together?  Well... if you think so." I wondered, not
having the slightest reason to disagree with his invitation, but in
disagreement over the scent of his hot sweaty bod.

"I figured you'd get soaked trying to wash me, so we might as well both get
in and save water too." Tony reasoned, kicking off his shoes and socks.
"I'll need you to bag my casts for me, first." He said, using his
fingertips to tug open the walk-in shower door, and spun the valve to his
familiar setting with his index finger.  "At least I can do that much." He
grinned.  "This is way big enough for two guys and the wall sprayers are
awesome."

"Oh yeah...  Makes sense to me." I agreed, finding the bag from the
pharmacy and taking the new cast protector out of the box and slipping it
onto his right arm.  The reality of what was happening struck me as I took
the other one from the towel rack and was slipping it over his left one.  I
was about to take a shower with a boy I had been lusting after for months!
Naturally, my cock began to swell.

I peeled off my shirt as I kicked off my sandals, doing some math
calculations in my head to help calm my anxious cock before sliding my
khaki shorts down to the floor.  My cock had settled down to a semi when I
noticed Tony's meat looked to have risen and grown a bit thicker.  Suddenly
seeming a bit nervous, Tony stopped watching me and stepped into the
shower, facing the spray, as I dropped my boxers.

I stepped into the shower and saw that he was still facing spray as I
grabbed the soap and a hand towel.  "Here goes Tony." I said, as I began to
soap up his shoulders, working my war around his neck.  I noticed how firm
his smooth body was as I washed his upper back and tried to tease him as I
ran the cloth down his spine, dangerously close to his crack, but he was
still quiet.  He flinched a little bit as I soaped down his back and ran
the cloth over his firm little buns, then I got a little playful and
"accidentally" slipped my finger down his crack and across his little
pucker as I cleaned his backside.

"Hey Jon... that tickles." Tony giggled nervously.

"Ooops... Sorry."  I lied, as I got down on one knee and soaped up his
firm, hairless legs by starting at his thighs and working down the outside.
Then beginning at his feet, I slowly slid my soapy hands up toward his pink
hangers and gently rolled them in the soapy wash cloth.

"Mmmmm..." he moaned, as his tight little buns flexed.

It was apparent that I was pushing all the right buttons.  "You OK Tony?" I
asked, washing down the inside of his thigh.

"Well... actually..." Tony said, slowly turning to face me.  "I've
got... uh... well... you know..." he stammered, as he shyly presented me
with a close up view of five or so inches of throbbing boyhood, almost as
thick as mine, arching upward as it enticed me.

"Oh... nothing to be ashamed of there...  Definitely." I breathed, as my
cock quickly swelled to attention.  "Seems like they've got minds of their
own.  I know mine does, anyway." I assured him, as I stood and began to
soap down his shoulders and chest.

"Oh yeah?" Tony smiled, glancing down at my now equally hard prick.  "Yours
is big."

"Thanks." I smiled, flexing it a few times for his entertainment.

"Do you ever... ah... you know... jack off?" he asked, eyeing my cock and
nervously biting his lower lip.

Knowing things seemed to be going in the right direction, I grinned at him
silently, then gave him a wink, before washing down his tight stomach and
soaped up his navel.  "Oh yeah... a lot... at least three times a day.  Do
you?"

He bit his lip again and looked back down at my throbbing bone.
"Yeah... but with these casts it looks like I won't be able to for a while.
Unless..." he said, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Unless... what?" I whispered, as I reached his throbbing cock with the
wash cloth, then lightly wiped it down as it jumped and throbbed.  He
winced, and then bit his lip in anticipation.  I could sense his desire,
but I wanted him to say it, because I didn't dare make a misstep that could
ruin our relationship.

When he didn't reply right away, I hung up the washcloth, grabbed the
shampoo and worked his thick hair into a nice lather.  Tony looked down at
my bouncing bone before looking directly into my eyes. "Jon... have you
ever done... umm... you know...  stuff... with another boy?" he breathed,
giving me a nervous little smile, as he let the water rinse his hair.

I hadn't counted on that question.  "Wow Tony... that's pretty personal." I
grinned as I turned off the shower, and then traced my right index finger
down his cheek and across his lips.  I was only slightly surprised when he
opened his mouth and gently bit down on my finger.  I knew for sure that we
were getting somewhere when he started swabbing it with his tongue and
sucking on it.  "Whoa..."  I whispered, sensing Tony taking charge of the
situation I wrapped my left hand around his hot boymeat and began massaging
and stroking it, and teasing the head with my fingertips.

Tony let my finger slip from his lips as he gasped with pleasure, leaning
against the wall and thrusting his cock into my stroking hand.  From the
passion in his eyes it became clear he'd been waiting and wanting for this
moment as much as I had been.  "Oh
fuck... yesssss... ooooohhhh... Jonnnn... yeaaaaahhhhh."

I slid my fingers down his neck and down the center of his firm chest, then
lightly tweaked his left nipple as I leaned close to his ear.  "The answer
is yessss..." I breathed, as I brushed my cheek against his.

He moaned as I rubbed his slit with my thumb, turning his face to mine.
"Excellent...  me too." He whispered.

Taking that as a green light, I leaned in and my lips met his, parting to
welcome his hotly thrusting tongue in to wrestle with my own.  I dropped my
right hand down and gave my cock a few dozen strokes before taking Tony's
meat into it next to mine, fucking the length of my cock against his hard
hot one in my fist.  It had been one of many favorite moves with Billy and
the last one we did before he left, so it was so deliciously perfect be
doing it for the first time with Tony.

Our kiss broke as he wrapped his arms around my neck, clumsily trying to
pull me closer, as he cooed into my ear.  "I didn't think breaking my arms
would ever turn out to be so good...  Oh fuck...it's like I'm living my
best dream ever and I'm afraid I'll wake up."  He bucked his hips to thrust
his cock against mine, moaning.  "Aaaaaahhhhhh... It feels so good...
Oooooohhhhh..."

The friction of his meat against mine was driving me crazy with lust too,
and knowing I was making this beautiful boy feel the same way made it even
hotter.  But unlike Tony, my mind wouldn't process the words, as every
thrust produced a gasping moan of pleasure.

Just when I had reached the point when I felt my cum rush reach the point
of no return, Tony gasped, then groaned.  "Oooooohhhh...  I'm cumming...
aaaaaaahhhhhh..."  then was slightly surprised when he spurted a load of
watery boy jizz onto my cock, pubes and hand.

I was planning my next move as I gasped,
"Ooooohhhhh... Yeaaahhhhh... baby." Then my cock erupted and coated Tony's
cock, balls and abs with easily my biggest load since Billy left.  I kept
rubbing the spurting knob up and down his abs until I was drained.  Maybe
he thought I was exhausted when I slowly dropped to my knees in front of
him, but that shit went straight out the window when I swallowed down his
sticky meat and began to hungrily power suck him.

"Oh yeah...  Oh yeah Jon... suck my fuckin' dick!!!"  Tony wimpered, as his
cast covered forearms forced my head to his cock.  "Ooooooooooooo...
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...  feeeeels soooooo fuckin gooooooooooood...  I can't
believe it!"

I caressed those beautiful hairless nuts in my left hand while sliding my
right hand up to trace my fingers over his quivering, cum-coated abs,
scooping up a load as my hand moved upward.  I went to working on his knob
with my tongue, jabbing it into the slit, when I slipped my cum drenched
fingers into his gasping mouth, making him moan with pleasure as he cleaned
our sticky boy sauce from them.  He began thrusting passionately, his
throbbing five incher stopping just short of my throat as I got him rocking
and moaning as I power sucked him.

"Oh fuck!!!!! I'm cumming again... Ooooooooo fuck ooooooooo fuck
aaaaaaaa..." he babbled, before rewarding me with a spurting load of his
delicious boy juice as I barely slowed my sucking on his smoking meat.

My cock was begging for relief as dropped my right hand down and began
stroking it fully, delirious with the pleasure I was giving my hot young
boyfriend.  He was moaning constantly now, writhing and babbling with lust
as my lips and tongue worked his pleasure aching rod.

From the lack of hair I had expected a dry orgasm, but the juicy hangers I
was caressing had supplied two back to back loads of yummy cream.  I was
doing my best to get three out the dreamy little stud when I blasted a gut
wrenching cum load onto his lower legs and feet and kept right on stroking.

Then the doorbell rang.

I knew immediately who it was.  "Awwwww man!!  That's gotta be my Mom.  She
said she would bring us pizza." I said climbing to my feet and quickly
rinsing us both off.  I slipped on a pair of shorts and quickly went to the
door as the doorbell rang again.  I was right, it was my Mom.


End Chapter 2