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."
