The summer after our senior year my best friend John and I got the bright idea to start our own lawn mowing company to make money. We had both been unable to find any sort of work and were pretty desperate. With a little help from our parents we were able to buy a couple of used lawn mowers, a gas-powered trimmer/edger, and a couple of gas powered blowers, too.
I had a beat up pickup truck that we'd use to haul our stuff around. We picked up some gas cans and went to work. We were both 18-years-old and ready to make some money.
After a few weeks we had more than enough clients to keep us busy. The truth was we were charging too little for all the work we were doing, but to us it seemed like it was raining pennies from heaven.
John and I had been best friends since I'd move from Pittsburg 11 years ago. We were neighbors and spent more time with each other than anyone else, except perhaps our girlfriends.
About six weeks after we started our business we got a call from an old lady who lived a few miles away. She had heard we were doing yard work and wanted us to clear out a rental property she was getting ready to sell. Sight unseen we agreed to clean it up for $250. We were ecstatic. That was more money than we would make in two days of mowing lawns. The plan was to clear it up on a Sunday so we wouldn't miss any of our regulars during the week.
To make a very long story short, John got a nasty case of poison oak all over his hands and most of his arms that day. It was incredibly contagious. The doctor had bandaged up his hands and most of his arms. He was pretty useless at this point but insisted on coming along to help in any way he could. I was busting my ass doing the work of two guys, but I appreciated him keeping me company.
Late that first Tuesday John disappeared behind a shed. I assumed to take a piss.
"Bobby," he called out. "Bobby!"
I made my way around the back of the shed. We tried not to piss on customers' property but sometimes we had to.
"What!?" I asked. "You need to hurry dumbass! They're going to see and get pissed off."
"I can't pull my dick out!" John said. He had a look of sheer embarrassment on his face. "Can... can... you please pull it out and hold it while I piss. If you don't I'm gonna piss myself."
"How the hell have you been pissing asshole?!" I asked.
"I wore jeans today. I've been wearing loose fitting shorts or sweat pants and just whipping them down. I'm sorry dude. Please don't let me piss myself," he implored.
I wasn't happy about it but felt sorry for him. I hesitated, but finally approached him.
"Turn around," I instructed him.
He did so, and I reached around and unzipped his pants. He pulled his arms over his head to give me access. I grimaced as I reached around and pulled his underwear down while digging for his dick. I found it with my right hand and wrapped two fingers around it to pull it out. It was huge.
"Damn mother fucker! Was your daddy a fucking horse?" I asked, having never met his real father.
He laughed.
"I don't know dude, you know he left mom when I was 2-years-old."
John let loose a nice, long stream and moaned with relief.
I realized my own breathing was a little shallow. I also realized that my dick was getting hard, too. I'd never been attracted to a guy before, but handling my best friend's big dick was doing it for me.
Figuring I'd never again have the opportunity to do so, I purposely squeezed it as I shook it before putting it back in his pants.
John exhaled as I zipped his pants back up.
"Thanks man. I really owe you for this one," he said.
"Yeah, next time I get poison oak on my arms you're going to hold my dick while I piss," I said laughing.
A few days passed and John called me in the morning. He said his arms were not healing quickly enough.
"Man, I'm so sorry. The doctor said I have to stay indoors and prevent myself from getting sweaty so my skin will heal faster. Maybe Paulie can help you out today?" he said.
Paulie was my younger brother. He was a moron, but beggars can't be choosers.
That evening I went to visit John. His parents were out at a movie.
"Hey dude, I got your cut for today," I said, handing him about $50. "I had to give my brother a share."
"No dude! You don't have to do that. I didn't do shit today," he said.
I plopped down on his living room couch and put my feet up.
"You got this shit on your arms working man. It's cool. I'm sure it must suck for you, too," I said.
"You don't even know man. I can't touch any other part of my body or it'll spread. I need help getting dressed and using the bathroom. It's been embarrassing as hell," John said.
I laughed out loud as he told me his mom had to wipe his ass for him.
"This freakin' poison oak is some nasty, nasty stuff. I'm so fucking horny right now and Stephanie is looking for a condo near her new campus with her mom this weekend," he said.
"That sucks man," I said. My thoughts immediately went back to his long shaft and the fact my own dick had started getting hard while I held it a few days before.
My mouth got very dry and I started getting very nervous as I realized what I was thinking.
"Look man, we've been friends for more than 10 years. I love you more than my own brother. I don't want you to think I'm a fag or anything, but if you really need to get off, I'll jerk you off," I offered.
I was surprised that John's expression didn't change to anger, embarrassment or anything else really. He stared down at his feet and sat down.
"I won't tell anyone dude, I promise," he said. "What do we do?"
I made him call his mom and step-dad to make sure they would be gone for a while. We then went to his room and found some porno on his computer. I was sitting on the edge of his bed while he sat on a desk chair. After a few minutes of watching I figured it was time to get my friend off.
"Stand up," I instructed him. He was only wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts and underwear. I found the drawstring and loosened them. With both hands at their side, I slowly pulled his shorts and underwear off together.
His dick was about a foot in front of my face. I realized that I was staring at his semi-hard dick after about five seconds or so. It was pretty damn huge – at least eight inches long and thick. I looked up and realized that John was pleased at my reaction. We'd showered at gym together but hadn't done so since the ninth grade. He had had a major growth spurt after that.
"How much bigger does it get man?" I asked not able to stop looking at it.
"Not much, but it does get super hard. Stephanie says that it's the biggest dick she's ever seen," he said, again sounding very pleased.
"Well why don't you find some porn to get it hard and then we can start," I said.
"I don't think I'll need any porn. It's already getting hard," he confessed turning a bit red.
"OK, well then lay down on your bed. Do you have lube or something?" I asked.
John told me to look in his nightstand. I pulled out some lube as he got comfortable on the bed. He raised his bandaged hands over his head. I was very surprised that my friend's naked body was getting me very excited.
