A Helping Hand Chapter 5 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

 After we finished our tacos, Dean bought me some chocolate ice cream—also my favorite—and spent the entire drive back cracking jokes, making fun of our professor, and dramatically retelling some fumbles the guys made today at practice. So by the time we get back to the apartment, I’m in a much better mood. 

“Hey, do you want to take a shower now or later?” Dean asks once we’re inside, his face turning slightly pink.

It’s cute the way he blushes, almost like—what the fuck? 

Did I just think Dean is cute?

I shake the dangerous, errant thought away, biting my bottom lip. “Uh… I can do it, bro. Don’t worry about it.” 

Dean’s eyes narrow at me pointedly. “Toby, you’re in no shape to take a shower by yourself. Besides, I really don’t mind.”

I should say no, but I find myself saying, “Okay.” 

A smile brightens his face, and it dawns on me that I don’t think I can ever say no to him. Whatever he wants, he can have. 

“Great, go grab some clean clothes and I’ll meet you in the bathroom.”

We each go to our own rooms and after quickly grabbing clean underwear, I head into the bathroom. It’s awkward but also somehow thrilling knowing what’s about to happen. My best friend is about to see me naked again. His hands are going to rub all over my body. He’s going to touch my dick again. 

Just the thought already has my cock twitching with excitement, slowly plumping up. “No. No. No. This isn’t right,” I mutter. “Think of something else, Toby! Uh… Grammy baking cookies for me during summer vacation. Oh, and Grandpa teaching me how to build a birdhouse.” 

I never thought that I’d have to use my poor grandparents as a distraction from a boner, but here we are. 

Thankfully, I’m back to normal by the time Dean walks into the bathroom, but that all goes out the window when I see that he’s stripped down to tight boxer-briefs. 

Fuck me. 

“Ready for your shower?” he asks with a grin on his face. I drink in his perfect body. His broad chest and toned abs, which lead further down to a sharp V-line, and a thin trail of hair in the middle disappears into his underwear. 

“Umm… Sure.” My brain short-circuits. 

I let him undress me. First my sling, then my shirt, then my pants, and finally my underwear, leaving me completely naked. He doesn’t hesitate or even ask this time if he can take my underwear off. 

I like it. 

Dean looks at my semi-hard cock, a faint blush coloring his cheeks again. “Oh, wait a second. I completely forgot,” he says, before running out of the bathroom. He’s back within seconds, carrying something in a plastic bag. 

“What’s that?”

He pulls out this large, translucent pouch with a small silicone opening on one end. “This is a plastic cast cover. I got it for you so your cast doesn’t get wet in the shower.” 

“You... you uh, got that for me? When?”

He frowns and worries his bottom lip with his teeth before rambling, “Uh… yeah, I went early this morning before I woke you up. Do you like it? Sorry if it’s not the one you wanted. We can get another one if you don’t want this one.”

“Don’t want it? Fuck, Dean—” I pull him into a one-armed hug, my naked body flush against his almost naked body. My broken arm dangles painfully against my side, but I don’t care. I breathe in his scent—natural musk, but there’s a hint of his favorite cologne as well. 

Considering we’re straight guys, we stay like that for far too long—especially since my dick is pressed against his thigh—one of his hands rubbing small circles on my back. 

When I finally let myself pull away, Dean’s face is fully flushed and there’s a very large tent in his boxer briefs, matched by my fully hard cock now. 

Our eyes lock and the words spill out of me, “Uh… sorry about that. It’s just that you’ve been taking care of me since yesterday and—no. No, you’ve always taken care of me and I want you to know that I appreciate it, Dean. You’ve been there for me for years. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

He gulps visibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing behind his smooth skin. “Of course, Toby. I’d do anything for you.” 

He helps me put on the plastic cover over my arm; the silicone seals around my bicep. The plastic is thick and sturdy—there’s no way my cast is getting wet with this. I step into the shower stall and turn to see Dean hesitate for a second before he pushes down his boxer-briefs. His cock springs out, hard and flushed. He’s about the same size as me—maybe a little thicker—and cut just like me. I lick my lips, watching it bounce as he steps into the stall with me. 

Dean reaches behind me and turns on the shower. The water warms quickly. “Hope you don’t mind. I thought I’d shower too.”

“I don’t mind,” I whisper. My cock is painfully hard with no signs of it going away, no matter how much I think about people who aren’t the sexy, naked goalie standing in front of me. 

Fuck. 

He just went from cute to sexy. I am so screwed. 

Dean shampoos my hair just like yesterday, issuing quiet commands with every step before moving on to my body. Despite the heat from the shower, my arms are covered with goosebumps, but his hands smooth them away with gentle brushes. 

His hands linger over my torso, fingers tracing the divot between my pecs before rubbing my nipples in slow circles with the pads of his thumbs. Dean works his way down and soaps my abs before saying in a low voice, “Turn around.” 

I do as he says, and he proceeds to wash my back and then down to the mounds of my ass, cupping them with his large hands. 

I’m about to turn around when he steps closer to me, reaching around to grasp my now leaking cock in his fist. But it’s not his hand around my member that has me freezing. It’s his hard cock, nestling between my cheeks like it belongs there. 

Dean puts his chin on my shoulder, his hips lightly thrusting his cock against my crease while his fist strokes me. “Is this okay?” he asks breathlessly. 

This is going beyond him helping me shower now, but my body melts into his, head leaning back with a sigh. “It’s more than okay,” I hear myself saying. 

It’s like all my stress melts away when his grip tightens around my cock. His hand moves confidently up and down my shaft, palm twisting at the head before teasing my slit with his thumb. And despite the water falling on top of us, I can feel myself leaking like a faucet all over his hand. 

“Fuck, Dean. That feels so good.”

Dean’s other hand steadies my hip, his cock sliding up and down between my ass cheeks, and I wonder what it would be like to feel him inside me. 

I haven’t jerked off in days, so I don’t last long. But neither does he. His fist picks up the pace, the body wash creating a smooth glide not only in the front but also in the back. 

Dean’s hips thrust faster as well, his moans becoming ragged. Soon it’s a symphony of pants, moans, and slippery skin against slippery skin. Thank God the walls in our apartment aren’t thin. Otherwise, the neighbors would know exactly what we’re doing. 

I explode first, cum erupting from my dick all over the glass door as he strokes me through one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. He follows me seconds later, hips thrusting erratically until he lets out a low groan. 

I feel his dick come all over my lower back and between my cheeks, his cum thick and warm against my skin. Both of his hands grip my hips as he slows down and then presses his forehead against the back of my neck. 

“Fuck. That was amazing,” he breathes. 

“Hmm,” I hum. My brain is still catching up to what just happened, but as the realization hits me, I’m surprisingly okay with it. 

But when I turn around, I see shame and embarrassment in his eyes. “I… I’m sorry, Toby. That was wrong of—” 

I surprise both of us and cut him off with a kiss, my good hand cupping the back of his head while he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling us flush. We stand like that, kissing until the water runs cold.