Helping Hand

In seventh grade we had in class one boy, Andrew, who seemed to be very quiet and shy. He never played a soccer nor did he hang-out with us after school. Instead he was the best pupil in maths and always let us copy his homework, so we left him in peace, without teasing him.

One day everything changed when he became the local hero. Over one of the weekends he spent with his family at their cottage house. During the night a fire blew up and immediately broke out, blocking him and his two years old sister upstairs. He saved his sister by putting her in his backpack, climbed out of the window, then down with a rope he made out of bed sheets.

Unfortunately his both hands got both hands burned and for six weeks they were bandaged from the elbow down to the fingers. He still attended classes, but couldn’t write or even eat his lunch alone. All the girls would feed him like a baby, and one of us boys, in turn, escorted him home, staying there until his mom or dad returned.

One day it was my turn to take him home. He asked me to get us some soft drinks and cake from the kitchen. During our snack I joked that he became very popular among the girls from our class. He admitted that one of them was his secret love, but he was too shy before to speak to her. Now he was literally eating from her hands.

We talked about girls, a bit about school, and drank a lot of juice, as mid October was very hot that year. Later on I saw a grimace on his face and asked
- It harts you so much?
- No, hands are ok, it something else – he answered
- What?
- I drank three glasses of juice and now I need to pee, but…...and he lifted his hands up. I nodded my head recognizing his condition and in agreement to help him.

We went to toilet and I helped him by pulling his peter out and pointing it to the toilet bowl. He pissed with great relief. Begrudgingly, I made few moves to cast the last drops out. Almost immediately he got a boner.
- Sorry man – he said red-faced.

We returned to the room, Andrew still ashamed.
- How often you jerk off?– I asked. His face became red like a tomato. He didn’t answer.
- C’mon man. Every boy our age jerks off. There is no shame about it. I am wanking at least once a day, and when I meet my friends at the swimming pool, we spy girls changing, then we all wank together. Damn were so horny its like four or even five times in a row.

- You wank together? In front of each other? – he didn’t seem to believe it.
- Not only in front of each other, but we wank each other – I replied.
- I never wanked in front of somebody. I wouldn’t….. I am too shy. Man, I’ve never seen another boy naked, he explained.

I saw a big bulge in his jeans.
- How many days since you did a wank? – I asked
- Since the fire. It’s been ten days already. I can’t do it myself with both hands bandaged. But to be honest, I’m going crazy.
- If you want, I can help you, buddy – I said with a big grin.
- Will you? But don’t say a word to anybody!
- Don’t worry – I reached for his belt and jeans zip and his dick bounced out.
- Wait! You saw my dick, now I want to see yours. I want you to strip first.

I pulled my jeans and briefs down, presenting my upwards facing, thirteen year old boner. Then I pulled down his trousers and underpants. His peter was hard, and looked the about same size as mine, but his pointed more outwards. With one hand I wanked him, with my free hand I worked on myself.

I believed him about going crazy. Ten days without a jerk off! He only lasted ten or twelve moves and exploded.
- Ohhh! What a relief! – he moaned and looked at my dick till I cum.
- Nice shot! – he said.
- Ok, yours was nicer. You shot a mark at the wall! – I said. We laughed then I brought toilet paper to clean the whole mess, but left our jeans still down.
He asked me to tell him more about me spying on girls and jerking off with other boys.

While I was talking, his peter woke up to present nice boner.
- Ready for the second ride? – I asked.
- Man! I am ready for another dozen rides! – he grinned.
- No problem, but when you finally drop the bandages, you owe me not one, but several helping hands – I said.
- Promise. I want to feel another dick in my hand to see how it is.

For the next three weeks I escorted him back from school two or three times a week. Always finished with at least two rides. The last time I accompanied him home he said
- Be ready for a long, long ride! Andrew smiled and held out his hands
- Take those bloody bandages off!
- Are you sure?
- Yes, I am sure. A Couple days ago the doctor said that today I can take them off. His hands were maybe a bit reddish, but smooth from the cream they were covered with.
- Now take your pants off. I owe you a lot of wanking, and I am gonna pay all the debts today. I am wanna make you blow your mind! – he said, now lets strip naked. Our dicks were hard before the jeans hit the floor.

That afternoon we gave each other five delicious jerk-offs, and became wanking buddies till the open swimming pool season started. Then Andrew joined me and other boys in Girl spying and the reciprocal group masturbation.

Carlo