"Hey man, you out there? I kind of need help."
Chris was lying on his bed and heard the voice of his roommate Patrick from the bathroom. He had been lying on his bed kind of stroking himself, almost out of boredom. Still he was horny and super hard. He was cute 20 year old guy -- tall, thin with brown hair and a close cropped beard. He ran on the school cross-country so he was pretty wiry and in great shape. Likely had more than one guy or girl interested in him on campus.
"Yeah man, what's up?" Chris knew it was some issue -- his poor roommate -- the guy had had a terrible bike accident -- he ended up with a black eye, broken nose, he also had a broken arm and a sprained shoulder -- both on different sides of his body. He just got back from being at the hospital for a few days and then at his parents' house for a week. The nose was ok, his eye was clearing up but his left arm was in a cast and his right one was messed up from his sprained shoulder. He had gotten some limited movement back in his right arm but for the most part needed to keep it in a sling.
"I'm embarrassed man, but I need your help."
"No problem man," Chris said, "what can I do bro?"
"It's fucked up man. I thought I could move my left arm but my shoulder is still fucked up. It kind of locked up on me. I hate to ask man, but could you come in here."
On the one hand, Chris kind of hoped it was some kind crazy Patrick-was-naked-and-needed-help fantasy shit, after all he thought Patrick was pretty hot. Generally, Chris was bi but leaning way more to straight. He had definitely been blown by guys but he generally focused on girls and if anything happened with guys he was either drunk or stoned.
On the other hand, he dreaded dealing with probably a messy situation, but like, what were friends for, right?
"Yeah man, ok, yeah, no prob." Chris rolled of the bed and tucked his dick as much in his briefs as he could. He was shirtless but he pulled up his flannel pajama bottoms he wore around the dorm room. He opened the bathroom door -- it was basically more messed up than he thought. Patrick was sitting naked on the toilet and the place smelled strongly, really strongly like he just took a massive dump.
"fuck man -- it stinks in here!"
"Sorry man, I can't even reach around to flush the toilet."
"Damn bro." Chris quickly reached around Patrick and flushed the toilet. There was immediately a bit of relief from the smell but the place still had a ways to go. Chris opened and closed the door to fan out the smell as best he could and turned back to Patrick.
"Fuck man -- sucks for you. What's going on." Now that the smell was better he was actually finding the situation kind of hot. Patrick was, after all, a hot kid. Also 20 he was dark haired irish, also thin but a bit more muscular than wiry -- more muscular a very little body fat.
"Man, I have been sitting here for like 10 minutes trying to figure out what to do. I think I can make myself stand up but... but there's no way I can wipe myself or get dressed or anything.
"Dude, you have got to be kidding me." Chris said. He had got to be kidding him. Really super crazy. But then again, what the fuck. He needed help. "OK man — let's do this and get this over with."
Chris bent down a bit and brought his hands on either side of Patrick's rib cage. "OK man, ready? Up." He guided Patrick up off the toilet seat to the standing position. Patrick stood in front of him, naked, one arm in a cast, the other with a sling loose across his shoulder. Chris carefully helped Patrick resecure his left arm into the sling. He could not help but notice how fit and hot Patrick was, hairy legs and a smoothish chest, a good amount of pleasure trail black hair rising up from his pubes to his belly button. And a nice dick, probably 7 or 8 inches when it was hard. He noticed it was semi erect. "Nice chubbed out dick bro."
