Fans of my other stories know they contain lots of kink and nastiness. This story is different. This is a story about 2 highschool best friends discovering their sexuality. Almost a love story if you will. I can be a softy too.
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"You're a life saver, David!" Scotty's dad said as I walked through the front door. "There's no way we could have found help on such short notice." "No problem." I reassured him. "What are best friends for, after all?"
"Well here sweety." Said his mom, handing me $500. "It's not much, but it's all I have on hand at the moment. I'll get you more when we get back."
"Really Mrs. Decker. You don't have to do that. I really don't mind helping."
"No, take it. You've been so wonderful helping him with his homework so he doesn't fall behind. And we don't know exactly how long we'll be gone. It shouldn't be more than a week. We'll call you and let you know what's going on." She continued as Mr. Decker hurried her out the door.
"Don't worry." I called after her as they climbed in the Uber. "He's in good hands!" Mrs. Decker blew me a kiss as the Uber pulled away.
I watched them leave before shutting the door and turning to the stairs. As I climbed them, I was thinking how much it must suck that Scotty couldn't go to his own grandma's funeral. But, he had two broken arms from a recent ski accident. He can't even really care for himself, let alone travel across country.
I opened his bedroom door, and there he was. Pretty much as I had left him yesterday. Lying in bed, watching TV, with casts that went from his hands to his armpits. I was immediately hit with the smell of his b.o.
"Dude!" He exclaimed, a big smile crossing his face. "I'm so fucking glad to see you! I'm so fucking bored!"
Who could blame him? What 17 yo would want to be stuck in bed, day after day? Especially one as active as Scotty is. He is the epitome of a high school jock. Football in the fall, wrestling in the winter, and track in the spring. Only this spring, he sadly wouldn't be able to compete, which was really depressing him.
I myself had only just turned 18 last month, shortly before Scotty's accident. I was a jock too, but I only did basketball. Which suited my 6'4 lanky frame just fine. Scotty was more like a bulldog. 5'10 and pretty muscular. We had been friends since meeting in middle school, and had been pretty inseparable ever since. Really, the only thing that separates us is sports and girls. And not always girls, as he and I doubled teamed a cheerleader last fall. We fucked that slut til she couldn't walk. I've got an impressive 9 incher while Scotty sports a hefty 8 himself.
How do I know this? Well, we've jerked off in front of each other for years. Not in a gay way, just when we sleep over and check out porn. We'll jerk off next to each other while we watch some bitch get pounded. And of course we've measured our dicks before. That's how I know.
"Fuck dude, it stinks in here." I told him as I cracked a window to get some fresh air.
"Yea, I know. Dad didn't have time to help me with a bath. Guess it's your lucky day." He laughed.
"Oh joy. Just what I always wanted." I said sarcastically. But I already knew that I would be having to do that. My mom's a nurse, and she told me straight up that I would not only have to wash him, but dress him, feed him, and help him use the toilet, including wiping his ass. Thank God I'm not squeamish.
"What are best friends for?" I asked her.
So here I was, ready to play nursemaid for my best buddy.
"All right I guess, first things first." I told him. "I'm not going to sit here and smell you all night."
"Well, you're gonna be smelling a lot more of me in a minute." He laughed. "I gotta take a shit first dude."
"Fuck dude, really? Already? Well you're gonna hold it a bit cause I gotta prepare myself." I told him, grabbing my pack. I pulled out some weed and a fifth of whiskey I had "borrowed" from my parents. Scotty's eyes lit up. "We're gonna get fucked up bro!" I announced.
"Hells yea brother! I knew I made friends with you for a reason." He laughed. "Gimmie a swig of that!"
I held the bottle to his lips and carefully poured a huge shot in his mouth. I knew the alcohol would be ok. He had been off his pain medication for 5 days. He swallowed it down, following with a gasp and a head shake. "Damn that burns!"
"Don't be a pussy." I told him, as I took a big swig myself. I loved that warm feeling the first shot gives you deep inside. After savouring it, I sat down on the bed and loaded a bowl. I held it up to Scotty's lips and sparked the lighter. He pursed his lips, placing them around the pipe as I passed the lighter over the bowl. I've never really thought about Scotty's lips before, but this time I noticed how full and lightly pink they were. Kinda like a girls. He inhaled a big lung full and held it while I took a hit.
"Fuck bro. I've missed this so much!" He croaked as he tried to hold the hit longer before coughing it out.
"I know how to take care of my best bro." I told him as I held up the bottle for him again.
After a few more swigs and finishing off the fat bowl, we were both feeling pretty good. "All right shithead. Let's get this show on the road." I told him. He followed me into the bathroom where I yanked down his boxers for him. After making sure he was seated on the toilet, I started running the bathwater and left him alone to do his business.
"Alright, I'm done!" He called out after a few minutes. I entered the bathroom and immediately grabbed the air freshener, giving it a good spray.
"Damn dude. What the hell have you been eating?"
"Sorry man." He laughed. "Mom made Mexican last night."
"Well you better not be ripping farts all night, or I'll break some more bones." I teased him. "So how are we doing this?"
"Well, there's gloves on the sink. Then I just bend over and you wipe." He said a bit sheepishly.
I grabbed a glove and some toilet paper as Scotty assumed the position. I'll tell you, although we've seen each other naked for years, I had obviously never seen his butthole before. It was pretty clean, and I don't know why, but I was surprised at how pink it was. Like a girls pussy. A couple quick wipes, and he was clean back there.
"Now you have to help me get in the tub so I don't slip." He told me. I held him under his pits, which gave me a whole new whiff of his ripeness. He stepped into the tub and I helped ease him down so he was sitting.
"So what's first?" I asked.
"Dad always starts with my hair. Use that big cup on the sink." He directed me.
Grabbing the cup, I told him to tilt his head back. I poured water over his golden curls, soaking them before grabbing the shampoo. I started rubbing it into his scalp, surprised at how intimate this felt. Scotty had his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted, as he enjoyed the massage I was giving his head. Then I rinsed him off.
"Don't forget the conditioner." He told me. "Gotta keep the curls soft for the girls."
"What girls, crip?" I teased him. "You can't even wipe your own ass."
"Just shut up and do your job." He joked back.
I conditioned his hair then grabbed his loofah, giving it a good dose of body wash. I scrubbed his back before getting his pits extra good. He was already smelling better. I started scrubbing his chest. There was something so oddly sensual about that. I dont know why, but I found myself staring a little to much at his bright pink nipples. They got noticeably harder after I ran the loofah over them. I don't think Scotty noticed. After rinsing him off, I had him lift one leg up.
"Smooth as a baby's butt." I teased him as I soaped up his hairless leg.
"Fuck you, ape man." He retorted. He was right. At 18 I was already pretty hairy. Thick dark hair covered my legs, and I even had some chest hair already, and could grow a full beard if i wanted to. A sharp contrast to Scotty's smooth face and body. Besides some under arm hair, and pubes of course, he didn't have any other hair on his body or face. I started washing his foot, again feeling just odd about the intimacy of the action. I mean why was I even noticing that? I had already wiped the dudes butthole after all.
After I washed his other leg and foot I said, "Well, I guess there's really only a couple things left. So um, what's the easiest way for you?"
"Help me kneel. That's the easiest way."
So I got him into a kneeling position, took a deep breath, and quickly scrubbed his crotch before moving to his back side. After I scrubbed between his cheeks, I rinsed him off.
"Um, bro." He said, again very sheepishly. "There's one more thing you gotta do. You gotta, um, you know, pull my foreskin back."
Well duh! I thought to myself. I was circumcised, but even I remembered health class where they talked about proper hygiene for uncircumcised guys. You gotta wash under the foreskin to avoid dick cheese.
"Ok, so, should I put a glove on again?" I asked him.
"That's up to you bro. But honestly, it's just easier to do it real quick. I'm sorry. I know this is fucking weird, but it's gotta be done."
"No dude, it's fine." I reassured him. "Remember, my mom's a nurse. She prepped me for all the stuff I'd have to for you. And you're my best friend."
So I took another deep breath and prepared to touch a penis that wasn't mine for the first time. I bit the bullet and took Scotty's dick in my hand, and pulled the foreskin back. It was easier than I thought. Then I washed around his cockhead. I'm not sure, but I think Scotty shivered a bit.
Then, it happened. Scotty's dick started to grow. Not a whole lot, but some. I looked up at him and his face was flushed bright red.
"I'm, I'm sorry dude." He stammered. "That doesn't mean shit. It happens when dad does it to. He says it's natural for young guys when someone's handling their junk. It doesn't mean anything." He said, almost panicking.
"No man, no. Don't worry about it." I said, trying to reassure him again. "I get it. Totally. I'm sure it would happen to me to. Let's just get you rinsed off and dried up. Then we'll get really fucked up."
He smiled, feeling better about his predicament, and in no time flat, he was back in bed, fresh and clean, with clean boxers on. We ordered a pizza, smoked two more fat bowls and a bunch of shots, and were feeling pretty great by the time it got here.
Then we kicked back with an Adam Sandler movie. I can't stand him. But Scotty thinks he's fucking hilarious. Of course I had to feed Scotty. Another act I found very oddly sensuous. I don't know why.
After the Sandler flick, I grabbed some Twizzlers and Sour Patch Kids from my pack, and we turned on a gory horror flick. Something we both loved. This one had lots of bit tittied chicks running around half naked before getting killed. So that was fun.
By the time it was done, we were both really high and drunk.
It wasn't super late, but we were both pretty tired. So I hit the lights and laid on the bed next to him, like I've always done. No big deal.
I was just about to pass out when Scotty asked, "Hey David. You awake?"
"What?" I mumbled.
"Can I ask you something. Like, a favor. Like, a really huge favor. Like, the biggest favor a friend can ask another friend?"
"What asshole?" I wanted to know.
"Can you um, can you, you know..."
"Spit it out." I said annoyed.
"Can you help me, um, get off?"
"What the fuck dude?" I asked, flicking on the lamp. Turning to Scotty, I could see the fear and humiliation on his face.
"Look." He said panicking. "I wouldn't fucking ask you if it wasn't fucking important. I haven't been able to jerk off in weeks. You have no idea what it's like!"
He was right. I didn't. "Can't you ask some chick?" I wanted to know.
"Who the fuck am I gonna ask? Hey so and so, will you come over and get me off and leave? That's even more messed up dude. Or maybe, hey dad, can you help your son masturbate?"
I have to admit I laughed at that one.
"It's not fucking funny man." He said on the verge of tears.
"Ok, look. I'm sorry. But this is fucking weird bro. Can't you like, fuck a pillow or something?"
"Don't you think I've tried?" He retorted. "These fucking casts won't let me do shit! And besides, what about when mom comes to change the sheets and they're covered in dried cum. I mean, mom obviously knows her teenage son masturbates, but you still don't want your mom finding that."
In my inebriated state, I laughed again.
"Stop laughing David!" He admonished me.
"I'm sorry dude. I can't help it. And what if someone at school found out?"
"What the fuck do you think I'm gonna do? Go to school and say, hey everybody, guess what? David jerked me off!"
This time I didn't laugh.
"It's not like a gay thing dude. It's just helping out a friend in the best possible way. I mean, we've jerked off next to each other countless times. You can wear a glove, you wouldn't even be touching it. It would be practically clinical."
I just stared at him for a moment, and honestly, if I wasn't drunk and high, I never would have even considered it. But I could tell by his face how serious he was. And desperate. I mean, he had to be fucking desperate to ask his best friend to jerk him off.
"Fine." I conceded. "I'll do it. But you owe me fucking big time for this!"
I went into the bathroom and grabbed the gloves and some lotion. Sitting back on the bed, I turned on some porn. Some blond chick getting gangbanged by a bunch of dudes. We both liked watching that.
"So, how should we do this?" I asked, putting on gloves on both my hands.
"Well, why don't you pull my boxers down first, so I don't get any jizz on them." He suggested.
I slid them down and exposed his already hard cock. "You're certainly eager for this." I teased him. "Are you sure it's not because you're best friend is going to get you off?"
"Shut the fuck up!" He shot back. "You know I ain't no fag. I'm just so fucking horny!"
I just laughed as I pulled my own boxers down. I figured I might as well jerk off too. I squirted some lotion on Scotty's dick, and then some on mine to. After taking a deep breath, I reached out with my left hand, and gingerly wrapped my hand around his cock. Scotty let out a little gasp.
It was strange, touching another dudes hard cock. But it wasn't gross like I thought it might be. It was just different. I started slowly stroking up and down, and Scotty let out soft little moans. My own cock was rock hard, and I started stroking myself at the same time.
"Oh that feels good bro." Scotty whispered. I was slightly taken aback, as we were usually silent when we jerked together. But I guess this was all new. "Yea bro. Stroke my cock." He continued. "Squeeze it harder man. That's so awesome. Stroke it fast dude. Oh man I'm gonna cum real soon!"
I don't know why, but Scotty's lust induced talk seemed to make my cock harder, and I started furiously beating both our meats.
"Oh fuck dude, that's it." Scotty started panting in fast, shallow breaths. "I'm gonna shoot bro. I'm gonna fucking cum. Jesus fuck!" He practically shouted as his cock started firing off. He always been a big shooter, and the first couple shots flew up and landed on his face. "Fuck dude! Jerk my fucking cock!" He yelled as more cum shot out, drenching his chest.
My own cock started to shoot right after his, and soon both of us were covered with very hefty loads of teenage jizz. I let go of his cock, and we both layed there, panting after our mutual explosions.
"Thank you bro." Scotty whispered. "You'll never understand how much that means to me."
"What's a best friend for." I laughed. "Now let's get this shit cleaned up."