I hadn't wanted it to become a thing. Those words echoed through my mind again and again. They were repeated in my brain each time I would "help" my friend Chase.
My 'help' was helping him get his rocks off. At first it was just the one time. It had greatly improved his attitude after weeks of helplessness due to his broken wrists and hands. Then it had happened again. Afterwards his attitude and personality had greatly improved again, and my friend Chase had pretty much reverted back to his old self, minus the manual dexterity.
A couple more weeks had ticked by. His visit to the doctor revealed it would still be a couple more weeks in the casts. His requests for my help had steadily increased to every time I went over to his house. I had tried to gently refuse, but he had convinced me to continue.
"Please Brad. It's just until I'm out of these casts. What's the big deal? You've helped me out a few times already. Be a buddy and help me out again, huh?"
It had progressed to making him cum once when I arrived at his house and once more before I left to go home. His attitude now versus when he was angry, frustrated, and horny was like comparing night and day. Now when I arrived, I would head straight to his master bath where he would be waiting naked and ready sitting on the edge of his tub. Once I would get him off, I would help him get dressed for the day.
Today was no different. I arrived at Chase's house, knocked on the front door, and walked inside. Chase was nowhere to be seen so I went directly to the master bathroom to see if he was in there. He was naked and trying to dry off on his own. Apparently the health aide he hired had left him only half dry again.
"I'd probably fire her if she wasn't so cute and perky." Chase grumbled as he saw me enter.
I knew his sour demeanor would be changing shortly. I grabbed a towel from where it hung and started drying him off a little. As he initially turned around I grasped his turgid member and gently started my ritualistic stroking of his meat.
"Maybe I should be dried off first." he said.
"It's up to you. I was just skipping to the part you're usually in a hurry to get to." I replied.
"Well, safety is overrated anyway." he hurriedly agreed.
I lowered myself to my knees onto the fluffy, cushioned floor mat. Chase had apparently made that change after I complained about the hard tile floor. As I manipulated his organ, Chase let out a contented sigh. I briefly looked up to see his eyes closed and head tilted back a little, obviously enjoying the sensation.
"Damn that's good. I'll never grow tired of this." he whispered.
"Only until you get your hands back buddy." I corrected.
I continued to stroke my friend as he rested his hands on my shoulders. He leaned over me a little as I worked him over. Suddenly his weight shifted and his foot slipped on the wet tile floor. Chase was unsteadily propelled forward into me. There was a wall behind me and nowhere to retreat to.
"Whoa!" I exclaimed as Chase slid closer.
My head bumped into the wall behind me and rebounded forward. Chase's cock moved forward into my open mouth as he tried to stop from falling. His body pushed my head back up against the wall again and his cock stopped while halfway into my mouth, my lips stretched around his girth.
"Stop moving!" Chase hissed. "I don't want to fall and break anything worse."
I tried to stay still while my friend's cock was still intruding into my oral personal space. As Chase regained his footing and steadied himself, he stepped onto the floor mat and finally stood upright.
My hands had moved to his waist to catch him, but now I started pushing back to get him away and out of me.
"Stop! You're gonna make me fall!" Chase ordered.
I tried to relax and just hold him in place. After a few seconds of shifting to steady himself more, I noticed that Chase had mostly stopped moving. I say mostly because his hips seemed to have other ideas. Chase was moving his hips ever so slightly, causing his cock to slip in and out of my mouth just the smallest amount. My saliva coated his rod as the movement became more pronounced.
"Just stay right there Brad. Don't move."
I couldn't move backwards because of the wall, and couldn't move forward unless I planned on swallowing more of Chase's tool.
My predicament was not lost on my friend, and neither was the opportunity. Chase held his cast clad hands on either side of my head and gently started thrusting little by little. Once I realized what he was doing I tried to voice my protests, but only muffled sounds came out from around his cock.
"Damn Brad. I thought your hands felt great, but your mouth feels even better." he whispered harshly above me. "I really appreciate you helping me when I needed it most. You have no idea what this helplessness has been like."
Chase never stopped moving his hips as he thanked me. His cock intruded further and further with each thrust. I seemed to be accommodating his meat easier now. I initially coughed and gagged a little at first, but quickly learned to handle it as Chase had fought to regain his balance.
I stopped resisting and let Chase do what he wanted. My hands remained on his hips but were no longer pushing him away, even though they weren't helping him either. Chase recognized my surrender to the situation, and slowly but gently continued to use my mouth as he wished.
"That's right Brad. Just keep still and let me have it. Let me do this."
Chase's thrusts became longer and more forceful the longer I remained on my knees in front of him. His breathing changed and I could tell he was approaching his climax. I was relieved it was almost over. I continued to taste the precum which had previously always leaked all over my hand. This time my saliva was the lube for his continued gliding movements.
"I'm close Brad. I promised to let you know, so consider yourself warned." he growled as he fucked my mouth. His grunting signaled he was right at the edge.
Chase leaned back a little, which made me look up at him. As I met his gaze he decided to appeal to the movie buff in me with a Star Trek reference.
"Resistance is futile." he quipped.
Chase slid the full length of his weapon into my mouth and held it there as he also held my gaze. There was a feral look in his eyes as he held my head with his cast covered hands. His cum followed. I felt his cock spasm as he shot each stream into my mouth and down my throat. I coughed a little and slightly choked at the surprise ending, but once again I quickly recovered. I swallowed as much as I could as quickly as I could, but when he thrust in and out again his cum leaked out around his glistening shaft. Chase closed his eyes and let his head roll back as he rode out his orgasm. Even after his cock had stopping shooting, he continued slowly thrusting.
"Just stay right there Brad. Don't move. I'm not quite done yet."
Chase's cock softened a little, but he kept slowly moving in and out of my compliant mouth. He just stayed there enjoying the feeling, basking in his conquest, no matter the circumstances we had arrived there from.
Finally, and with great reluctance, Chase backed away. He turned and leaned his back against the cold bathroom wall, not sure if he could remain standing on his own. I was shaky myself, overwhelmed by what had just happened. I retreated to the living room, not sure what to do next.
After a few minutes Chase followed. He was still naked, holding his clothes under his arm. He plopped down on the couch and looked at me as I tried to process the events that had just occurred.
"I'd put some clothes on, but I still can't manage that on my own just yet." he simply stated.
