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...


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