I was wondering if anybody out there has any true and enticing accounts of having a male friend, brother or lover, who, for whatever reason(s) was physically unable to masturbate by himself over a long period of time. So, due to his increasing horniness and frustration, he got you or someone else to provide a badly needed, discrete, deep, long handjob.

I'd love to hear stories from either the recipients or the giver's view point, and of particular interest would be how the recipient intimated or convinced the giver to help out. Tell us how it went and how the recipient looked when he finally started to get what he needed. What was his facial expression? How big was the load? Did he ask you to use a lube? Did it lead to further encounters?

I guess something along the lines of a high football player who breaks both arms and has a buddy help out on an after school "homework" visit would be an example . However, it seems that there could be many variations on the theme.

I am sure that someone out there reading this has been in this situation and could share.

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I didn't jo the guy, but your post made me think of what was probably my first (or maybe second) sexual experience (my first probably involved my scoutmaster when I was in 7th grade, but I didn't know it at the time).

It was at a church camp (Epworth?) in upstate New York in the 1973; I was 16 and we were playing this cooperation game where one person on a team (of two) is blindfolded and the other has his hands tied behind his back. This went on for awhile...it seemed like we had some tasks to do, and by the way, I was the blindfolded guy. Well my bud says he has to take a piss really bad. We wondered if we should follow the rules or not, but the guy says if I don't mind getting his cock out and so on it would mean we followed the rules. We had very strict instructions not to break the rules.

So off we go; and this guy is hot...about 17 or 18, long blond hair, ruff-looking. We get to the men's room and I unzip his fly, reach in his underwear, and pull out his thick, uncut cock. At first we were laughing so hard and saying stuff like "I can't believe we're doing this". I eventually positioned myself behind him; he smelled so good - sweat and herbal shampoo that everyone used then. I don't know if he felt my raging hard-on, but about that time he started getting hard. I could tell he was embarrassed and he muttered something about maybe this was a mistake; I acted like I didn't know what he was talking about and then he asked me to pull back his foreskin abit. Then he let loose with a nice, long stream of piss. I shook off his cock for him, put his cock back in, got his underwear straightened up, and zipped him up.

We never told anyone what we did and even though I didn't see his penis, it was the first penis of another guy that I'd ever touched; I often think about the sensation of holding his cock and feeling his piss streaming through it.

I went back the next summer, and even though he was not there, a couple of other extremely erotic guy-things happened, but nothing like the coopertion game!

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