Lending a Hand

All characters are 18+

A story from The Word Game - Submission by Fábio Sousa: Broken arms, Shower, Teammate

"Dude, could you have picked a worse fucking time for this?" Ryan groaned as the football team stood around Chase who had both arms in white plaster casts.

"Oh yeah, sorry" Chase snarled, "I should have told them that the final was coming up and I'd have to wait until next week to break my fucking arms! Plus, it's your fucking fault!"

The anger was evident in his voice, as too was the disappointment.

"Sorry, man" Ryan sighed, patting him on the shoulder, "this really sucks".

As the rest of the team gave their commiserations and left the changing rooms, Coach Brennan stormed inside with a large coffee in his hand. The look of fury on his face made the two remaining nineteen-year-olds gulp.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me, Chase" he snapped, "one week before the finals!"

The young men stayed silent.

"I told you both about this stupid fucking horseplay! Didn't I warn you? Didn't I?!"

"Yes Coach" the two of them groaned.

"And now we're royally fucking fucked!" The man punched his hand in the air in anger, but as he did, his coffee cup burst and drenched Chase.

"Fuck!" He gasped, but it was too late, the liquid had covered the teen entirely.

"Are you okay?" Ryan breathed, staring at his best friend as coffee spilled down his face.

"It's not hot" he said, though the fright was clear in his face.

"I'm sorry" Coach Brennan said, "I didn't mean to–"

"It's alright Coach" Chase mumbled, spitting the brown liquid out of his mouth, "I'm fine".

The man nodded and wiped his own face.

"You help him clean up" he barked at Ryan, "it's the least you could do after breaking his damn arms!"

With those words, Coach Brennan stormed from the changing room and left the two football players alone.

Chase was quite handsome when he wasn't covered in coffee. He was a strong young man, with defined muscles and killer abs. Ryan wasn't much different.

"Here" Ryan said, awkwardly grabbing the bottom of Chase's t-shirt, "let's get this off".

When the young footballer stood topless, they both realised that the mess had extended into his shorts too.

"I can lend you some clothes" Ryan told him, and without a word, lowered his buddy's shorts and helped him out of his shoes.

The pair had been friends since middle school, so this was no big deal to either of them. Ryan hadn't showered after practice so he decided to kill two birds with the one stone, and once they'd found some plastic to wrap the casts in, both of the young men walked naked into the shower stalls.

Chase's cock was a modest size. It wasn't exactly huge, despite his phenomenal body, but it did the job. Ryan's was six inches hard, and probably the same size give or take.

As Ryan began to soap himself up, he glanced over at Chase who stood awkwardly like a zombie.

"Need a hand?" He laughed.

"I need two" Chase laughed back, and slowly Ryan began to massage soap into his pal's firm body.

Once again, Ryan didn't think much of it. He had caused Chase the injuries when they'd been fooling around on the field the previous week, so he guessed he owed it to him to help him out.

As he scrubbed under Chase's arms, he noticed that the young man had gone silent, and then he realised why.

Chase's cock stood hard between them, pointing up at Ryan who stared at it in shock.

"I'm real sorry, bro" Chase groaned, "it's been a week since I've been able to... You know... And even the fucking breeze is making me hard".

"Forget about it, man" Ryan laughed, and continued, "it's nothing".

Ryan continued scrubbing, but he couldn't lie. The fact that his best friend had gotten hard from his touch was a bit weird. What happened next however, was even weirder.

"Hey, I know this might be a bit much" Chase mumbled, "and you don't have to do it if you don't want to, but..." He paused and shook his head, "never mind".

"What is it?" Ryan pressed, keeping his eyes away from the stiff cock between Chase's muscular legs.

"Forget about it" the jock scoffed.

"Dude, you know I'd help you with anything. Just tell me".

Chase took a deep breath and nodded.

"I really need to fucking cum, man" he admitted, "I can't even text Stacey to help me out, and she'd probably tell me to fuck off anyway". He sighed and Ryan stared at him open mouthed.

"You're... You're not asking me to... To..."

"Forget it" Chase sighed again, "I shouldn't have asked".

The fit footballer shuffled around until his perfectly rounded ass came into view, and Ryan felt a burst of pity for him. He didn't think he'd be able to last even half as long as Chase had lasted without busting a nut, and the more he thought about it, the more he realised that this was all his fault.

"Fine" he eventually said, but rushed from the showers to lock the door, "but if you ever breathe a word of this to anybody, I'll break your two legs, as well".

Chase turned back, a look of shock and joy on his face, and his erection still throbbing violently.

"For real?" He gasped, and Ryan nodded.

"But don't make it weird" he growled, "and don't cum on me".

Chase nodded and Ryan inhaled deeply.

"Ready?" He asked nervously, and Chase nodded again.

He'd never touched a dick in his life other than his own, nor would he ever touch one after this. It would be a secret that he'd take to the grave, and he'd make sure Chase did too. He reached out, not quite believing that he was actually doing this, and closed his hand around his best friend's cock.

"Fuck that feels so good" Chase moaned.

"I told you not to make this weird, man!" Ryan snapped.

He started slow at first, figuring that Chase would like it the way he likes it. He squeezed the warm pole and stroked it methodically. Up and back, up and back, up and back.

Chase was breathing heavily almost instantly. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Ryan jerked him.

After a few minutes, he sped up. Sloshing his hand up and down the wet cock and feeling Chase pulse against his palm. It was drooling now, pouring clear fluids into his skin as he wanked. God, this was so fucking weird.

More time went by, and Ryan sped up. He felt like he should have been repulsed by it, but something about helping his buddy like this was keeping him interested. After ten minutes of jerking him off, his own cock began to swell.

"I'm not gay!" He snapped, as he tried to push his boner back between his legs.

Chase simply smiled and returned to his quiet, breathless moans.

After nearly twenty minutes of slow, deliberate stroking, Chase began to moan louder. Ryan gave up trying to hide his erection, and almost mindlessly, had started to stroke himself with his free hand.

Chase grunted, his entire muscular frame stiffened and he spoke in a groan.

"I'm gonna cum!" He gasped, "stand out of the way, bro".

Ryan considered it, but suddenly the idea of being drenched in Chase's cum wasn't as stomach churning as it had been a little while ago. He pumped both cocks even harder, staying exactly where he was until it happened.

Chase moaned and groaned and splashed huge wads of heavy, hot sperm onto Ryan's own cock. The sight alone made Ryan orgasm too, and both teen boys whimpered and trembled as they spilled their balls onto each other.

When they'd both finished, and their cocks began to shrink back to normal, they stood back under the warm streams as their seed washed down the drain.

"How long are you in the casts for?" Ryan asked breathlessly.

"Six weeks" Chase told him, a slight blush to his cheeks.

"I guess I could help you out again, if you wanted"

"Yeah, that would be sweet"

"Sweet".