Date: Mon, 4 Aug 2003 19:32:38 -0700 (PDT) From: SB Subject: Doing What He Had To-Part 2 (M/t Inc) The following story contains sexual situations involving a father and his consenting son. If this offends or disturbs you, or if it is illegal in your city, state, country or hemisphere, or if you are under 18 years of age, please seek entertainment elsewhere. As Cole returned to his son's bedside, he happened to catch Wayne lightly fingering his young dick. Wayne stopped as soon as he saw his father coming. "Damn," Cole thought, "what a horndog! This kids fresh from the hospital and already playing with himself. Man, to be 15 again!" Cole set the basin, washcloth and towel down on his son's nightstand. He tried to keep the mood light, as he was well aware that neither he nor his son was comfortable with what was about to happen. "Okay, sport, first things first. We gotta change this sheet." The piss soaked sheet was already a bit rank. Cole rummaged through the bag the hospital had sent home with Wayne, hoping to find some latex gloves like the nurses had worn. To his dismay, he found none. "Aw, shit." he thought, but didn't let his emotion show. He pulled a clean sheet from the pile of fresh linen his wife had left by the bed. "Okay, bud, you ready?" Cole asked. "Okay" Slowly and carefully, Cole rolled Wayne to one side, pulling the edge of the sheet from the bed. The nurses had shown Cole and Laina how to perform these routine tasks. They had stressed, however, that Wayne was to move as little as possible. Any excessive movement of his upper body, even brushing his teeth too strenuously, posed a risk to his bruised spinal cord. "How you doin', sport?" "Fine, Dad." Wayne said, though his voice betrayed the pain. "Almost done, kiddo." Cole walked to the other side of the bed and gently rolled Wayne over. The piss soaked sheet was freed and Cole simply repeated the steps, in reverse, to put the new sheet on the bed. Then he removed Wayne's hospital gown. Cole couldn't help but admire his son's body. The 15 year old had developed nicely. Not overly muscled, just taut and sinewy. A swimmer's build, some might call it. A light trail of hair began just below the kid's belly button, leading to a thick, dense patch of pubes, which partly concealed his soft dick. Just below hung his balls, lightly covered in the same curly brown hair. Cole wet the washcloth in the basin and soaped it thoroughly. He began at Wayne's chest, rinsing the washcloth between swipes. He gently raised his son's arm and started to wash his armpit. Wayne drew in his breath. "Ticklish?" Cole asked. "Sort of." Cole moved around the bed and lifted Wayne's other arm. As before, Wayne breathed in sharply, but this time there was also some movement in his crotch. His dick, soft and slung over to one side, began to lengthen slightly and flopped down over his balls. Wayne could tell his dad noticed. "Sorry, Dad. I'm...umm...it's just that I'm..." Cole cut him off "It's just that you're 15. No big deal." Cole suddenly realized what he had said. "Not your penis, I didn't mean that it wasn't a big deal, I just meant..." Now they were both stammering. "Let's just get back to business, okay?" "Sure, Dad" Cole continued to bathe his son, working his way across the boy's chest. The kid's nipples grew hard as the washcloth moved over them. "Christ," Cole thought, "he's horny as hell. No wonder. First the hospital and now stuck in bed here. This kid hasn't gotten a nut in a while! Oh, man, he's in for a long haul." Cole tried to get his mind off his son's unusual situation and finish the bath. He suspected, however, that the poor kid was going to get even hotter when Cole washed his cock and balls. As Cole brought the washcloth lower, Wayne's cock began to spring to life, lifting off the cushion of his balls and rising with every beat of the kid's heart. Cole began to feel very uncomfortable. "Look, sport, maybe we should finish this later, huh?" Cole said, sheepishly. He looked up and saw a tear forming in his son's eye. He knew what the kid was thinking. It was bad enough the poor kid couldn't get his own rocks off, now he was popping a boner in front of his own dad. "It's doesn't matter, Dad. Now or later, it's still going to be there. I can't help it." Wayne sniffled. Cole considered his options. Clearly, asking his wife to finish the kid's bath was out of the question. Wayne had blanched at the thought of his mother seeing him naked, let alone like this. And there was no way to get outside help now. Maybe for the future, but for today, they were going to have to tough this out together. "Don't worry, son. We'll get through this. Heck, I'm just jealous. I wish mine still got hard that easily." Cole's little attempt at humor was enough to break the ice, and Wayne smiled. Cole wiped the tear from his eye. Then he turned to the job at hand. He soaped the washcloth and reached for his son's hard dick.