In my freshmen year of college, I shared a room with another guy who also played on the college's baseball team. He was from a small town in Iowa and frequently went home to help his dad on the farm. As a farm kid (and built like one too: 6'1", jock, blonde, huge arms), he felt guilty leaving all the chores and responsibility behind while he went away to school.
Mid-way through the semester, he went home one weekend and was doing something in the barn but ended up falling out of the hay loft. He broke his right arm in 3 places, and also fractured his left wrist. He was out of school for a week--and it wasn't sure if he'd return at all that semester.
After a week, he called me and said he would like to return to school but wanted to know if I was OK helping him get around a bit. His right arm was in a full cast and his left had a smaller contraption with a metal brace along his palm to stabilize the wrist and fingers. "No arms, but my feet work OK", he said.
"If I drop out, I lose my scholarship." As a jock also on a sports scholarship, I knew that well.
So late Sunday evening, his parents dropped him off at the dorm. When he walked int he room, I was a bit surprised to see this full cast along his right shoulder and complete arm. And another smaller contraption on his left wrist. He looked like Frankenstein. He came in the room, his Dad carrying his bags, "Sexy, huh? Hope this scores me points with the ladies", he said. We made small talk then he went to bed wearing the same tshirt and basketball shorts he arrived in.
On Monday, we got up to go to class. He said, "Here's the embarrassing part where I have to ask for your help".
"Yeah, sure, what you need?"
"Well, I got fingers, so I can aim my dick at the toilet by myself but I can't lift the lid." He wiggled his left fingers that were sticking out of the metal contraption on his left hand.
"Yeah, no worries."
"...and I need help getting undressed for the shower. Can't pull this tshirt over my head."
So I lifted the seat on the toilet and stood a bit around the corner while he pissed. I didn't want to eavesdrop but when I did peak, it was obvious this guy was barely functional.
When he finished, I stepped in to the bathroom, turned on the shower and said, "Lift your arms. HA HA." I knew he couldn't. So I pulled the shirt up from his chest and started to take it off his arms. He grimaced in pain. "Careful with the right arm, dude."
"Sorry. Never done this before." In fact, I never touched another dude's naked torso before. Sure, I've seen dudes in the locker room and showers plenty of times but never touched anyone. After a bit, I got the shirt off and turned the water on int he shower. "Okay, that cool?", I said.
He looked at me and said, "I can't shower in shorts..."
This was awkward. But he was right. So I bent down, grabbed the waist band and pulled down his shorts. BLANNNNGGG, his semi popped out and almost hit me in the face. "Jeez, dude, you could have warned me!"
"Sorry, underwear is just another layer I can't deal with right now. Besides, I haven't beat off in a week. So..."
So that explains the near hardon, I thought.
He stepped into the shower and let the water run over him. That was weird too because he couldn't let his right arm get into the water at all. And the left wrist thing was not supposed to get "too wet". So here he is, standing half in the shower, half out, with his left arm in the air. It was obvious this was just going to be a rinse job without further help.
So I grabbed the liquid soap and squirted some on his chest and stomach, right above his now fully hard cock. The glob of soap ran slowly down his chest, kinda like blue cum. I couldn't help staring... he was a good 8" and thick.
I thought I was hung at 7" but he had me beat by a bit. I'm no slouch in the looks department either. In some ways, we were polar opposites, though. He's blond and nearly hairless. I'm dark hair with a hairy chest. He was a country guy. Me, city. But we both loved baseball. And we liked knowing that we were probably 2 of the most fit and most attractive dudes in the dorm.
In the shower, he caught me staring at his 8" tool and broke the silence, "if you don't want to rub the soap in, that's cool. I have a scrubby thing over there."
I felt embarrassed that he caught me staring at his wood. I never saw another dude's hard cock this close--porno and Internet, sure. But not live, right there!!
So I picked up the scrubby and rubbed the soap into his chest, stomach, legs back. I avoided his hard cock--the crotch region in general. I wasn't going to touch that! Neither of us spoke about it.
I turned off the water and he stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a towel--didn't need to be asked to dry him off. This guy really can't do much on his own. I dried him off best I could--again avoiding the ass and crotch--then went and got a fresh pair of shorts and tshirt. "No undies again?", he laughed. He did his best with his feebled left hand to pull up the waistband--especially as the shorts slid up his thighs, where he pulled the waistband over his raging tool.
"What are you going to do about that?", I asked. And a glanced at the hardon bulging out his shorts.
"Dunno. I hope it goes down on the walk to class. It's been a week though so it has a mind of its own."
"I know what you mean." We laughed. I picked up his stuff and mine, then we headed to class. We shared a couple of classes already--and he had a tape recorder for class so at least I didn't need to take this poor bastard's notes.
"As we walked to class he said, "You ever go a week without jerking off?"
I said, "Yeah, once. My family went camping (age removed)--a 1 room cabin in the woods with my mom, dad and sister. No privacy, dude, it was BRUTAL!! My balls ached by the time we returned home."
"I know what you mean, man. Trust me... I'm feeling it."
We both glanced down at his basketball shorts. His cock had tamed a bit, but it was still making a fairly large tent in the thin fabric. I'm guessing he was about 4-5" soft. Lots of girls (and some dudes) glanced down.
He got a few smiles and some raised eyebrows on the walk to class that day.
More to come, if you all want.
and let your imagination run wild!!
