So I am not outward, but I'm, well, you know. (see section title) A good friend, who parents are good friends with my parents, broke both his left rist and his right arm when falling down a bank. He had casts on both hands and had to have everything done for him. His parents worked 6 a.m. to 3 p.m., so they were unable to help him in the morning. My mother volunteered to go over each morning and get him up and dress him, but he objected. He is a real hottie, an athlete with a great body, and I decided to take advantage of that by suggesting he might feel comfortable with a peer. Actually I was a year older, he was a junior and I was a senior in high school. He agreed that it was much better than my mom, and I was given the job, and his parents said they'd pay me $40 a week for the three weeks he would be in casts.

So the first day came, and I drove over to his house 45 minutes before school. I let myself in and went up to his room, he was laying in bed watching tv. He said "hey," and moved the cover aside and wobbled to sit on the side of the bed. He stood up and he was in long pajama pants and a wifebeater, dang! I helped him up as both arms were really unusable and he walked into the bathroom and called me to help him bruch his hair and teeth, and then to use the restroom. I was a little afraid that he would get the idea that I wanted to see him naked, so I lowered his pajamas without looking, and helped him down to the toilet. I just stood there while he shit, but couldn't see his junk because his shirt still covered it. When he was done, I helped him up and he turned so I could wipe him. My pleasure! I rubbed his beautiful ass over and over and then pulled up his pajamas from behind, still not seeing his junk.

So then he goes back to the bedroom and tells me what he wants to wear. I find the shirt and jeans he wants and then he starts moving his arms so I can take his shirt off. I lift it off with much struggle as we had to temporarily take his sling off for dressing, and we couldn't let it just drop. I got it off and I could see the waisteband of his white Abercrobie boxer briefs! I took off his pajama pants and there he is, in only those tight boxer briefs, looking hotter than anything. I put the new short on and refit his sling. Now for the pants. As I kneel down in front of him, he says "arn't you gonna change my underpants?" He pointed to the underwear drawer, and my heart stopped a beat. Oh yeah, penis time!

I opened the drawer to find a hot collection of underwear, abercrombie, joe boxer, tommy, and calvin kline. I grabed some white tommy boxer briefs and I went over to him, now sweating, and pulled down his boxer briefs. Dang! The perfect penis was defined. He was now getting a little embarrased, and I quickly helped him step into the underwear and pulled them up. They were briefs! I didn't know he wore tighty whities! They looked great on him. The jeans and shoes wrapped up the dressing and we drove to school.

The next morning, when I took off his pajamas, he said that, if it was okay, he really needed a shower. Okay! I was about to take off his tighty whites from the day before, when he said to just leave them on. Nuts!

I looked at my school outfit, and he suggests I wear his swim shorts, and tells me where they are. What the hell, I strip naked infront of him, and put on the shorts. We went into the bathroom and I started washing him, rubbing his pecks and six pack. His briefs get wet, and cling to his penis, giving a great outline. Finally he suggusts that I just take them off, and I do, taking the opportunity to tough him. I watch his crotch trying to act like I want to talk about another subject as I'm grossed out or something, which was totally untrue. I was getting quite hott! I got him talking about missing the basketball season and he didn't realize how MUCH I was touching him.

So this went on for a few days, me showering him each morning and loving life. Then, one morning when I'm strokeing his junk, he gets hard. I look up at his face and he is embarrased, trying to change the subject.

The next morning, when I come over, he is laying in bed, and it is obvious that he is hard again. He looks at me funny and tells me he is not gay, but he hasn't masterbated in a week, and he is ready to bust. He says he will pay me $10 to masterbate him. I hesitate, and he offers me 20. I gladfully accept, convincing him that it is only for the money. I suggest some porn, but he says he is ready, and after only seconds of stroking, he blows a big mess. I am disappointed, but prepare for the bathroom. He asks for another time, which I gladfully fulfill.

Over the next two weeks, I give him a shower everyday, pick out his tight underwear, and masterbate him at least every other day. I made a boatload of dough, and will never have to buy porn from the memories!