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Touching Part One
Finally it's my senior year of high school. I've worked hard. I've made good grades, joined the right clubs, been an officer in my class government and played my share of sports. So you would think that would be enough. Not! Now for me to get the college of my choice, I have to participate in a community project. Well sorry, but I'm just not the giving type. So as all good boys do, I have put it off until the last possible moment. I have grown tired of hearing my mother saying, "Andrew, you need to do a project if you expect to get into the college you want."
Okay, okay. So I headed into the guidance office and waited for Ms. Riley. She likes me, so I'm pretty sure she'll cut me some slack and find an easy one so I can just show I care enough for the damn University to offer me a place in their school.
"Andrew," she hugs me, "so you finally figured out you need to get into the community project program." She smiles.
"Please Ms. Riley, you know I hate this stuff, just give me an easy one, please?" I flirt.
"I wish I had a choice for you Andy, but you are the last one to sign up and there is only one position left," she informs me.
She goes on, "Andy, this one may the best for you anyway. It will help you learn to be more giving. I don't think that's a bad thing truthfully," she tells me with here sweet voice.
I know I'm in for a problem. Ms. Riley pulls out a file and the look of concern on her face tells me she is serious. She begins, "Andrew, not all young kids are as lucky as you. You have a wonderful family and a great deal of ability and opportunity. Not everyone is that lucky. Here is a good example of a boy your age whose life has changed dramatically. His name is Sam Wilson, he and his family were in a terrible auto accident a few months ago. Sam lost a lot in the accident, he lost his entire family and he lost his sight.
"No, please Ms. Riley, anything but that, I can't do sick people. I'm just not good with them", I was begging.
No matter how much I begged, I knew I was in for a stubborn look from Ms. Riley. I even tried to talk to my mom and see if she could get me out of this, but no one wanted to help me. I was stuck and knew this wasn't going to be fun.
I put it off and finally on Tuesday I was forced to go over to this small inpatient rehabilitation facility not far from our school. There were a few cars parked around the building and when I entered I asked what room Sam Wilson was in. The lady at the front desk was on the phone and another was ringing, so she just pointed towards the left and wrote 106 on a sticky pad. I wandered down the hall and found the room. I didn't see anyone around, so I quietly opened the door. There was one small lamp lit in the corner, I figured with him being blind, light wasn't an issue. But for me the light was just bright enough to take in the scene.
Apparently I had been a little too quite with my entry, because there in front of me was a kid about my age and size, with his boxers off and lying beside him. I could see his hand moving up and down along the shaft of his dick as he beat off. I froze. Should I leave, should I make a noise? I did nothing but watch.
Now I have never really thought of myself as a weirdo, but how often do you get to see this? I could see the head of his dick above his fist as he rapidly simulated himself. His body glistened with preparation, his head was thrown back and his mouth slightly open. The veins in his arms appeared more like ropes under the skin as his hand continued its tight grip. His balls jiggled with each down stoke and the lower portion of his fist disappeared in a black bush of pubic hair. He was thin and mostly hairless over most of his body. His angular face was a bit distorted with his effort, but most likely, I thought, he was a nice looking kid. I caught myself in this evaluation wondering why I was taking stock of this kid, why I was watching this, why I couldn't just leave. I had no answer.
I saw his toes point downward and heard him grunt as the first eruption of cum flew from his dickhead. In an arc it traveled upward and crashed on his smooth belly. Again and twice more in smaller arcs he came and his hand slowed and he pulled it away showing me his extended dick now shiny and wet. That's when I realized I had not been breathing, feeling a bit dizzy, I sucked in some air.
He heard me and sat up using one elbow to brace himself and he yelled out. "Whose there?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were, I wasn't expecting to see you, of damn, I'm sorry I'll leave," I stuttered.
"Who are you? Were you watching me beat off, you pervert?" he screamed.
"No, I mean yeah, I guess I was, I didn't mean to, but well I just never saw anyone do that." I was embarrassed and struggled for the right words.
"You bastard, get over here, tell me who you are!" he demanded.
"I walked closer and couldn't help but look at his dick still dripping a bead of cum onto the sheet below him. The shaft was red from friction and the head still extended although not as much as when he had finished his personal deed. There were small strings of his cum twisted in his pubes and some spots beginning to dry along his torso. I arrived at his bedside. I think he felt my presence as he said, "Who are you?'
"I'm Andrew West, I'm here to get to know you and I'm supposed to be a friend to you."
"Some friend you'll be and I guess you know me pretty well now, don't you pervert?"
"No, I'm not like that, I just didn't know what to do, you were, well it looked like you were enjoying yourself, and I just didn't know what I should do," I reasoned.
"So you like looking at my dick, Andrew West?" he asked.
How do you answer that one I thought. I obviously did, I don't know why, but even then I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I was glad he couldn't see me starring.
"Look, I'm sorry, maybe I should just go," I said.
I began to back away and he spoke.
"Not so fast Perv, you're not coming in here and spying on me, checking me out without knowing how that feels." He sounded angry.
"I didn't, I mean I did, but I really didn't know what to do, I didn't mean to watch you, really," I tried to explain.
"Yeah right, let me guess where you're looking right now, Perv." He picked up his dick with his free hand and shook it at me. I watched little bubbles fly from the pee slot. One hit my arm and I felt the moisture soak into to my skin. I left it there.
"You think just because I'm blind, you can just check me out? Let's see how you like it when I look at your dick," he warned. "Get over here."
I moved forward, my knees rubbed against his bed. I watched him sit up. His dick was soft now and lay against his balls. It still looked sticky and red. His hands came up and went against my chest. I stood firm and he moved them up and found my face. His fingers moved across my cheeks and over my eyes. He gently maneuvered around my ears and ran his fingers through my hair. Back down they went to the top button of my shirt. He opened it and the others as he moved downward. He pushed my shirt off of me and I let it slip off my back and fall to the floor. Again with the fingers, they were his eyes, and in their own way they examined me. Gently touching, always moving slowly across my warm skin. Moving always, ever downward, I stood knowing where this was heading, but I never stepped back or felt a need to move away.
Sam kept his eyes closed; his head moved a little from side to side like he was using sonar or something. He had nice features. Other than what looked like small scars around his eyes, his skin was smooth. He seemed to be in good shape, not muscular, but firm and tight. I had to admit it; he had a nice dick, as dicks go. I guessed it was about six inches, cut, with a fair size head on it. His legs hung over the bed and griped mine on each side of my body. That left his lap open and exposed, so seeing all of him was easy.
My belt! OMG! He was undoing my belt! His hands slipped down my zipper. Why do those things always stick when you want them to slide easily? The snap pulled back and the jeans pushed downward. I wiggled to allow them to drop below my knees. I felt Sam's feet push them further and I slipped out of my shoes and stepped out of my jeans like they were a bucket. I felt the tiny hairs of his legs brushing against mine. His hand moved around my waste and he fiddled with the small hairs below my navel and traced them to the top of my briefs.
"Jockeys?" he asked.
"No, Fruit of the Loom," I replied.
"Figures, Perv." We both laughed.
He slipped his thumbs over the band and pulled the front of my briefs outward. He looked down like he could actually see, but I think that was just the normal thing to do in this somewhat abnormal situation. He pulled the underwear away and pushed them down my legs. My dick sprang forward like a locked up coil. He smiled when he heard it slap my belly. I helped a bit wanting my briefs completely free and allowing all the access that I hope was desired. It was, as his soft hand found me. Wrapping gently around me, like electricity no more that static cling, no gosh, there isn't anything like it. Another hand around your dick, there isn't a comparison. He moved my skin upward and it ate the head of my dick, pulling back downward, exposing all that I had. It tickled to feel his hand brushing my pubes. Up again, and down, again up and down, up and down. I closed my eyes hoping to understand what he saw. It brought sparks and flashes of blue, no red, no, more colors and then a warmth that travels thorough the entire body.
Hey beating off is great. Having another hand do it, is better. I just never knew, but I pledge to find a way to do this again and again.
Holy cow, he was good. I was like hard as a rock, and longer than I could ever remember. When his fist hit the head of my dick again and again, I began to feel the boil deep inside. I wanted to warn him, but it all came as a surprise. I blew my load. I let lose the biggest flow I can ever remember. OMG! I was possessed by this. I loved this... and then it was over.
To be continued. Let me know how you like it so far. nuday101@hushmail.com