Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 20:12:22 +0200
From: dickydoo2@gmx.com
Subject: Wheelie Boy 2

			       WHEELIE BOY 2



...he reached over and grasped it in his fingertips and pulled it all the
way out the side of my pouch too, along with my hard shaft and balls and
started tossing me off, so I whacked his wicked wang as he slapped the arm
of his chair with his other fist, laughing... laughing...

... I awoke with start, it seemed so real, his cockhead bursting... then I
glanced down, my turgid tool bared, aching for a hand, last night's memory
alll crinkly now on my tummy and random curlies, so decided to keep give
him, well, me too, satisfaction, since I had to shower anyhow. Any excuse
welcome, right?

For a little variety, I wanted to see him squirt and took a position I
sometimes do, like roll back up on shoulders, knees hanging down beside my
ears and proceeded to whack Willy. You know the routine.

It was great to watch those little pink lips open, and spit a nice sized
morning streamer into my mouth, and for fun wobbled him around for a nice
facepaint.

I rose up, licking my lips as I looked into my mirror and giggled, not a
masterpiece, maybe a poor attempt at an abstract, then laughed as I headed
into the shower to wash away all the evidence of the affect that Winny had
on me.

Arriving early at school this time, I was a really excited waiting for him
and Bill gave me a thumbs-up as Winny rolled onto the sidewalk. He saw me
holding two bags and didn't think much of it till I handed him one.

Bill pulled away as Winny frowned at me confused, "It's yours" I said.

He opened it up, still confused, then his brows rose as he took the ball
out and turning to me, smiled, reading his name on it, quite smitten, "Jeez
Bretty, my own ball!" and spun it around.

"Well there's something else"

Again he looked at me curiously and felt inside and pulled the jockstrap
out, looked at it, looked around and quickly put it back in.  Then I could
see him look closer at it in the bag as he read his name on it, then looked
at me confused again.

I waved my hand as I explained nonchalantly, "Well, all us jocks have one,
and you are officially a jock now, and you never know, the ball could hit
you in the nuts.  It may be too small for you, I don't know if it'll fit,
maybe we'll have you try it on you"

That made him blush a deep red and I looked down at his shorts,
"Hmm... yep, maybe a little TOO small!"

As usual, he tossed his head back but held his hand out this time and I
give it a slap as he laughed.  (Little did I know how much it was too
small...)  We headed to class.

He kept reaching down, feeling the gym bag that was just like the everybody
else's and I could see he was very anxious for noon hour.  Finally the bell
rang and we headed for the gym.  There were several boys playing shootouts
at the one end so we took the other end.  Proudly he took HIS ball out of
HIS bag, like we other leggy guys do and bounced it on the floor, testing
the rebound, like a pro now. He was very strong so I had him practice
dribbling on both sides of the wheelchair before he tried some hoops.

I loved the way that he started to hot dog, bouncing the ball on one side
and passing over to his other hand and dribbling with it.  Then, dropping
the ball in his lap, he wheeled his chair back a little further this time,
grabbed the ball, fired a shot and missed.  I got the ball and fired it
back and it slapped his hands when he caught it.

"Take your time biotch! Focus on the net" I teased.

He stuck his tongue out at me, then watching the net, bounced the ball on
the right side, then passed it over to the left side, and after a couple of
bounces, dropped it in his lap, rolled back and forth towards the net a
couple of times and found his distance. He held it with both hands moving
it back and forth, focusing, then held it back with one hand and shot.  The
fucking thing went in the first shot!

He slammed the arms of his wheelchair and threw his head back and I said,
"Awesome!"  and we knuckled. Then I gave him the serious look, "Okay
biotch, the first shot's lucky, the second one you own ", I said,
challenging him which he needed to continue.

Meanwhile a few spectators from the other end had drifted down and were
watching with interest and I was glad that Winny didn't notice them as he
expertly bounced the ball on the one side and passed it over to the other
side, concentrating on the net.

He repeated it, rolling a couple of times towards the backboard, then
focusing on the net, held it back with one hand and fired.  The fucking
ball went in again!

The small group started to clap and hoot and it startled Winny as he looked
around.  He blushed three shades of red as they pushed their fists in the
air, then he got a big grin and pushed his fist in the air.  It certainly
was a fabulous moment for him. Acceptance by his peers.

A group of boys came out and he wheeled back to the bleachers and I could
see he was ecstatic as I gave him a high five. I tussled his hair and said,
"Okay, Biotch, you're good, don't get too good or you won't wanna talk to
me!"  He gave me a friendly hit on my hip with his fist and laughed.  He
was so ecstatic!

I went and got a couple of cokes and a bag of chips and when I came back I
noticed his head bent down. He didn't notice me till I put my hand on his
wheelchair, which startled him, and he swung his head up and looked at me,
a little terrified with glassy eyes, then relaxed and quickly looked away
when he saw it was me.

"What's the matter Win?"

"Oh nothing", he replied with a slight sniffle and kept looking the other
way.

"C'mon Winston the Third, it's me Bret, your friend remember, look at me!"
His blue eyes were watery as he looked up at me through his thick glasses,
struggling to contain himself.  I put my hand on his shoulder and smiled,
"Well?"

He sniffled a bit, then smiled and quietly said, "It's nothing, I mean
occasionally I feel bad, just watching and not being able play, I mean I
can shoot hoops now but it looks like so much fun, if you're one of the
guys.  Basketball's okay but I'm limited as you know. That's okaybut I
don't get invited to sleepovers that the guys always seem to be talking
about, like you know when they get to fool around. You've been to one,
Bret, haven't you? It's fun, isn't it?" and took a quick glance at my
crotch.

That turned me on, "Well Winny, it is fun and I know you can't do
everything that other guys can, but you can make the best of what you have,
and in some cases even better than them"

He was staring at me, quite intently as he absorbed what I was saying and
asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well buddy, you just wait and see, we'll make things happen! ", and I gave
him a smile and a high five and he smiled back and gave me a very strong
five back.

We went back to our room and I noticed he was much more relaxed in the
afternoon.  At the end of classes I walked with him to his bus.  "Hey Win,
tomorrow's Friday, do you want a sleepover my place buddy?"

It caught him off-guard, and he looked at me questioningly, with his eyes
wide and his mouth half open and finally answered, "Uh... Oh... yeah well,
really? Sure! But... but I may be a bit of a nuisance with my legs and
all. Like I need ramps and stuff and like handles in the shower, you know"

I leaned down and put both hands on both arms of the wheelchair and stared
him in the eye, inches away, "You will never be a nuisance to me Winny,
because you're my best friend.  And as far as the shower goes I will hold
you up".

He raised his eyebrows at the thought of that, then gave me a big smile,
certainly more relaxed around me now, his eyes twinkling and smacked me a
hard high five and turned and pumped himself up the ramp this time.  I
watched him smiling back all excited as the van disappeared down the
street.

I was really looking forward to tomorrow night, but I imagine nowhere near
as much as Winny...

So the feature fantasy that night was as you`d expect from me, a wild wang
whacky, giving my new friend a helping hand and leaving the tummy paint on
to dry overnight, and again added to it in the morning before I
showered. Getting to be habit, like every night and moring. Can you believe
it? Bet you can.

And that morning when he came rolling off I don't think I'd ever seen a
smile as big as the one he was wearing now.  He was very animated as he
pointed to the backpack hanging on the back of the wheelchair, just like us
leggey ones carry.

Then he looked disgusted, "My mom thinks I'm going away for a week or
something with all this stuff she made me pack! She made of list of
reminders, like I'm 6, not almost 14!"

I leaned over to him and put my hand beside my mouth and whispered, "Well
you won't be needing any PJ's ", and winked at him.  He looked at me
curiously, then broke out into a grin and blushed a bit as he put his
fingers to his lips and giggled.  His anxiety was apparent during the
morning, but at noon hour I had him tossing hoops again.

He was getting quite accurate, and because of the strength in his upper
body, he was shooting from the foul line without much problem.  Again, he
didn't notice a few of the kids from yesterday move down and watch as he
passed the ball from the left side of his wheelchair to the right, staring
at the net.

He had figured out how to toss the ball in front of him with a spin so it
came back and he caught it, then moved it up and down again and fired it.
Jeez, the goddamn thing went in again.  Man he was accurate, if he only had
legs...

Their clapping startled him again but this time he wasn't as embarrassed
just dropped his head shyly and when I tossed him the ball, he spun it on
his index finger! The son of bitch must have been practicing at home with
the ball I gave him ! Actually that made me very happy.

We headed back to classes and finally they came to an end, and I noticed
Winny check the clock for about the hundredth time.  He clutched his gym
bag in his lap as he rolled down to the street and I went with him as he
rolled up the ramp of the Transit.

"Hi Winny and Brett, how was school today?" Bill asked.

"It was fucking awesome! `Scuze me, I mean it was great! I bombed a couple
of baskets Bill, but could you take us up to Brett's place instead of mine?
We're having a sleepover!"  he said beaming.

"Oh oh, that sounds like trouble!" Bill said, giving us the evil eye.  We
looked at each other and giggled in our conspiracy.

We arrived at my place and Bill lowered the ramp, Winny rolled out and
Bill, noticing Winny's excitement, yelled out with a big smile on his face,
"You and Brett have a good time, and Winny, make sure it's fun trouble!"

We don't have a ramp, so I pulled him backwards up the four steps, then
opened the door as he wheeled in.  My mom met us and I could tell she was
impressed by Winny's politeness.  She told us she was leaving in about an
hour, but there was money if we wanted to order a pizza or go out.  She
hesitated when she said it, a little embarrassed, glancing briefly at his
legs, but Winny saw her dismay and she was relieved when he politely said,
"No problem, I do it all the time, since Brett's been with me!"

She turned and Winny shot me an air punch. We went down the hall and into
my room. I tossed his backpack into the corner as Winny wheeled around and
checked out my room.  He was quite excited as he commented on the posters
and asked if he could put on a CD.  He picked out Justin Bieber and was
quite excited about being here. He looked at my computer commenting about
the size of my monitor, so I booted it up.

"I think we should get you out of that wheelchair for a change"

"But how will I get around?" he asked, a little confused.

"Well we'll just put you on my computer chair, it's got casters and I'll
push you around.  It'll be fun for a change and you won't be able to get
away from me!"

He laughed and nodded.  He motioned for me to give him my arm and he pulled
himself up onto his useless legs and swung around and sat on the computer
chair.

"There that's better, for a change, right?" I reminded him.

"Yeah this is great!" he said happily and I pushed him up to the computer
and he started to play with it.  He didn't have Internet access, so I
opened up Counterstrike and showed him how to play it and before long he
was very good.  My room was quite warm, so I opened the window, which
didn't cool it down very much.  I noticed he was getting a bead of sweat on
his forehead too.

"I'm hot" I said and pulled my tee shirt off, "why dontcha take your shirt
off too"

He hesitated, then pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.  Wow, he
had a great build, his muscular arms I had seen before, his pecs were large
and he had a tight six-pack , obviously from rolling the wheelchair around
all the time.

"Man Winny, you have a great build! Look at your muscles!" I said to him as
he looked down and I ran my hand over his chest.  He gave me a sheepish
grin and fidgeted slightly as I ran my finger down the 6Pack on his
stomach.  He looked up at my chest and quickly glanced at my crotch then we
went back to play some more, and he was really enjoying it.

"I'm still hot, I'm going to take my pants off. I usually walk around in my
underwear anyhow, you don't mind?"

"No I don't mind, I'll just stare, if YOU don't mind" and giggled as he
licked his lips.  I dropped my pants and stepped out of them and his brow
rose as he stared at my new pair of my skimpy red bikini briefs that I had
got just to wear for him, then he blinked when I ran the palm of my hand
down the bulge.

"What do you think of these, eh? I just got them yesterday, they're really
neat, and they fit so tight.  Feel them" I said and stepped up to him and
put my hands on my hips.

He chuckled, hesitated, then swallowed hard as he reached over and ran his
palm down then up, then down again and started to giggle as he boldly
pinched his way down my swelling snake between his thumb and forefinger and
gave the obvious head a couple as he fidgeted on the chair.

He looked up at me and I glared at him, giving his head a friendly
swat. "Hey Biotch! I told you to feel it, not to play with it. Now see what
you've gone and done by teasing it!" and reached down and patted the arch
of red satin.

He was really squirming now, so I said, "That does it, you got him all
excited now, and he wants a playmate, so get your pants off NOW"

"Well... well I don't know, my legs are... not really nice to look at " he
replied nervously.

"Well Winny, I don't give a shit what your legs look like, they're part of
you, and I like you because you're my friend.  And besides I've seen people
without any legs! You're lucky. So quit friggin' around and let's get those
pants off, I wanna tease YOUR snake NOW"

He completely changed and his face now beamed, part of it being that he may
be as blindly horny as I was, and quickly unndid his belt and fly, leaned
one way and pulled a side down, then leaned the other way and pulled the
other side down then slid them down his legs to his ankles.

He lifted his legs with his hands, and I grabbed the pant cuffs and snapped
them off with a flourish and tossed them aside as he laughed and banged the
arms of the computer chair.

The bulge in his briefs was huge and we looked down at it and he said, "Oh,
oh, I think he can read your mind" and chortled as I pinched my way down
his now, a double on the head.

"OMG! It's not a snake, it's a goddam serpent!" and I wasn't kidding.

His legs were very thin, basically just bones covered in skin and I ran my
hand down them, "Can you feel that?"

At first he was embarrassed, but realized I wasn't making a big deal out of
it, "Yes, I have feeling in my skin but the fucking muscles just won't
work!"

"Well Winny, they may be different but they're you, so they're OK to me,
serpent biotch!"  You know what I wanted, right? Well I wasn't too sure how
fast I should proceed, he still seemed to be a little shy, so I didn't want
to push it.

But he solved the problem for the moment as he meekly said, "Brett, uh... I
have to uh...  use the washroom " and was a little embarrassed.

"Good dude, me too.  Let's go! "

I pushed him fast, making a motor sound, swerving around laughing and he
threw his head back as he banged his hands on the arms.  I stopped him in
front of the toilet and asked, "Wanna go first?"

"Uhh... well you... ahh... don't have a bar for me to grab and slide onto
the seat Brett" he replied a little embarrassed again.

"I suppose you usually sit" and he nodded, a little confused, and I
continued, "so you've never stood up?"

He shook his head again looking down, "Well you're going to this time
buddy!" and he gave me a curious look.

"You're gonna do a lot of things for the first time, Biotch. Do your legs
hurt if you stand on them?"

"No, I can stand if I'm say, by a wall and lean back and kinda lock my
knees"

I moved in front of him and held my arms down to him, "K, now, your arms
are a lot stornger then mine so I'll lean back and you pull yourself up
like before" and, leveraged him upright and was a little unsteady at first
and I wrapped my arms around him till he gained his balance somewhat.

Our tents were pressed against each other and we giggled and I said,
"Ooops, my snake smells yours and is stirring. Oops, he wants to get up"

He blushed as he giggled, "Mine too. And when I'm like this I,
uhh... usually go into the shower because I... I pee up an arc and you know
what would happen on the toilet" and blushed a little more.

"Yep! When I'm hard I make an arc into the toilet and sometimes do in the
shower too, so let's go in" and he looked surprised as I moved behind him
and lifted him enough to get my toes under his heels and he locked his
knees as he leaned back and we worked at it a bit and I was able to duck
walk into the shower.

My hard cock was rubbing in the crack of his ass and he was having a blast
giggling and laughing, and I must admit I was too.

I moved over to the wall so my back was against it and I could feel he was
suddenly nervous, but I didn't give him a chance to say anything as I said,
"Time to bare the beast!"  and grabbed his waistband and yanked his shorts
down and could almost swear I heard it slap his pubes.

He quickly stiffened when I reached down, found it and wrapped my fist
around it. Holy Fuck! It was thicker than mine, and I certainly know how
thick mine is, and maybe longer too.

"OK let her go dude!" and I looked over his shoulder and saw a decent arc
and heard the splashes as he pissed and when it stopped, I waited as sec
and shook it a couple times.  Then I moved around in front him and had him
move back with his knees locked and then lean back slightly against the
wall.

He broke out laughing, "Jeez, that was so fun! My first time standing! And
the first time anyone has... well, touched me and I was hard too! Thanks
Bretty ", and blushed as he looked down at his raging hardon.

We both stared at what I thought was a monster.  It was huge.  He was cut,
thick and about 6 ½ in. long with a flared knob on the end.  The ridge
was bigger than his shaft and his knob tapered down to a point at the
end. My fantasy comes true.

He was quite pleased when I said, "Gawd it is a serpent! Where'd you buy
it? Think they have another one? I'm jealous" and now he beamed and giggled
while he wrapped his own fist around it.

Then he meekly asked, "Do...do you have to pee too?"

"For sure" then coyly looked at him, and pouted, "can you give me a hand?"

He wasn't too excited, yeah sure, as I turned around and had him do the
same to me, but this time his big bare boner was pressed in the crack of my
ass.

It felt good when my boner was released to the air, waving, and I could
hear him gasp on my shoulder as he grasped it. I'd rather him whack me off
now, but one step at a time.  He giggled as he waved it around, watching
the swirls. And you know at our ages. You have a lot of pressure and a lot
of tank, so it was a big and long arc. He gave it a few extra and
unnecessary shakes which we both enjoyed.

"That's the first I've ever touched anyone else's and hard too!"

I turned and we looked down as he gasped lightly, gaping as he took my cock
still in his hand. His eyes went wide and he swallowed several times.  I
felt pretty good for being 12 ½ with a 5 ½ in. dick and wondered what
he thought.

"Well what do you think", I asked, another important thing at our ages, or
I guess every guy does. Right?

His throat was dry as he replied, "It's awesome! I've never seen another
boy's dick, let alone touch one. You've got skin on the end of yours too!"

 "Yeah, pull it back if you want ", I said and as he pulled it back I
noticed his cock bobbing as he enjoyed examining and playing with it,
sliding my knob in and out of the foreskin. I didn't stop him as it was his
first even though I was dying to do good inspection of his.

As he was checked me out I said, "See how much bigger than me you are,
maybe shy on the leg thing but definitely not shy in the cock thing"

"I guess I am, but I'm older", trying to explain why he was bigger.  I
didn't have the heart to tell him yet that he was bigger than any of the
other boys, including the 14 year-olds I have phys ed with.

He reached down and tenderly touched my bag, then fondled my balls and gave
them a little pull.  "They're really nice, and I think they're bigger than
mine"

I reached down and felt his, "Well, they're not as big as mine, but man
they feel really full"

"What do you mean... full?" he asked hesitantly.

"Full, like full of cum.  Do your balls ever ache?"

"Well sometimes, like at night if I'm hard for a long time and they start
to ache"

I looked at him curiously and asked, "Don't you whack off?"

"I... I'm not sure.  I mean I don't think so, I don't know how to.  I know
the boys are always talking about it but I'm too embarrassed to ask. Would
you mind showing me?"

Man, he's turned 13 already, and if he hasn't whacked off yet, he must have
a real charge in that cannon of his! "Glad to give a friend a hand! Let's
go back out to the bed, you're going to love this!"

I turned him around and duck walked him back out to the chair and rolled
back to my room and over to the bed and stopped abruptly.  He just about
fell off and laughed, all excited.

"Get on that bed, you naked horny biotch boy", I demanded and he raised
himself up off the arms of the chair and fell forward with his arms
outstretched laughing away with his body on the bed and his spindly legs
hanging down on the bedside, spread, with his pink hole and big squished
bag showing between his big spread buns.

I smacked his bare ass and he rolled over on his back, still laughing, with
his useless legs crossed and his big cock sticking up, "I hope you didn't
hurt yourself falling on that big pole and by the way, you have a sweet
butt"

He giggled as I uncrossed those spindly legs and swung them up onto the
bed.  I crawled onto the bed and knelt beside him and wrapped my fist
around his big shaft and slowly started to stroke him as I fondled his
nuts.  "How's that feel?"

"Awesome! I do that at night in bed sometimes and that's what it feels like
too, but better when you uuhhh... do it. Oh
Bretty... uuhhh... you... you're my best friend ever...  uuhhh...
yesss...it feels uuhhh... soooo goooddd..."


Want more of this dastardly duo and their adventure?


Dickydoo2@gmx.com DD

Cough up some coin if you can, just a bill in an envelope'll do...


Author's note: I have the greatest admiration for all challenged kids who
through their perseverance are able to overcome those hurdles that could
prevent them from having an easier and regular life. It makes me feel so
insignificant that something that is so simple for me, requires an enormous
effort for them.  But they do it!

I believe they should also be able to experience those stages that all
non-challenged others do as they pass through puberty like you and I have
likely done.

This work of fiction provides one possible scenario of an innocent coming
of age for one challanged lad. Winny has progressed very rapidly through
these beginning stages that most sexes, male, female and others progress
more slowly; sexploration, dickscovery and group grope. And if you like, he
will further his progression in experiencial stages, in the capable hands
of a best friend and obviously about to experince his virginal eruption of
mount penis.

A significant and memorable stage for ther rest of us, and appreciate his
sharing his. Perhaps he will not only be just given lip service but may
eventually finish with the final stage and consummate their relationship as
other non-challenged persons do. What do you think, you like Winfred's
sharing of his?

Pardon the social comment, but it's nice to have a statement to make about
innocence. Like all of my flights of fantasy, no adults are ever included
in the making of these tales.

DD

Nifty search Dickydoo for more flights if you like these...