Last year my best friend Kyle was in an accident which left him with both of his arms in casts. He spent about two weeks in the hospital (where I visited him from time to time), and then finally he was able to go home to finish recovering.
I went to Kyle's house to visit him about a week after he had gotten home. We sat and chatted a while, and after a couple of hours his older sister came in to bring us something to drink. Amanda (his sister) is extremely hot, and this particular day she had on cutoff shorts and a very tight tank top. Once she had come in and gone, it wasn't long before Kyle said that maybe should go, as if I had done something wrong. I asked him what it was, and he just had a look of almost desperation on his face. I looked down and saw that his robe was tented up from his obviously hard cock.
He looked at me and said 'Dude, this is so embarrasing. It's not like I get hard for my sister. I just haven't been able to jack off for 3 weeks now, and I'm going crazy.' Although neither of us are gay, Kyle happened to not have a girlfriend at the time, and I knew there was NO way he was going to be able to take care of himself.
'Everytime mom washes me off I get like this, and I just want to die!'. He looked like he was almost in tears, and I really felt sorry for him. I scooted my chair about halfway between the head and foot of the bed, then I bent forward and pulled his robe open. The only cock I had ever seen was mine, but his was long and sort of thin, and right now it was hard as a rock. The head was all purple, and I could actually see veins popping out up and down the shaft.
Kyle just looked at me and didn't say anything. So I reached forward and took his cock in my hand. I tried to jerk him off the same way that I did myself. Slowly I rubbed his forskin up and down his shaft, then I started speeding up as his precum started to leak out. I looked over at him and he had his eyes closed, then he started fucking up against my hand. I took his balls in my other hand and started pumping him faster, and within a couple of minutes he started shooting all over the place-on my hand, his robe, the bed, everywhere.
When he finally opened his eyes, he said 'this doesn't mean we're gay, are we?' I told him of course not, and I got up to get a cloth to wipe up with. When I got up, he saw that I was hard, and he said 'It would only be fair if I got to see you shoot, too.' I figured I was in so deep now that I might as well, since I had gotten turned on, too. Pulled my jeans and underwear off, and sat back down on the chair, facing him. He watched as I started pumping my own cock, and when I glanced over, I noticed he was getting hard again, which was the reason I jerked him to begin with. I was getting so turned on by the situation that I took my own cock in my left hand, and reached over far enough with my right hand to start pumping him again.
Kyle had been so horny that he started coming again before I could. This time it wasn't as strong as before, but he still seemed to come buckets. When he stopped shooting, I took my right hand and brought it to my own cock, smearing his come up and down the shaft. That felt so good that I only lasted about another minute, shootin my own come out in front of me and onto his floor.
Afterwards I cleaned both of us up, but that wasn't the last time that I gave him a hand while he was recovering.