Date: Tue, 5 Aug 2003 17:04:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: SB
Subject: Doing What He Had To-Part3 (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.


Wayne Harmon's 15-year-old dick hovered over his stomach as he lay in bed,
pulsing with each heartbeat. His dad's hand paused only briefly, before
gripping his son's cock in his washcloth covered hand. He gently washed
Wayne's cock, running the washcloth over the shaft, starting at the base
and sliding up to the head. As the washcloth engulfed the head of the kid's
prick, Wayne gasped involuntarily.

"Easy, tiger" Cole whispered. He knew Wayne's response was purely
physical. At 15, Cole had jacked off at least daily, if not more. So, he
knew that Wayne was just plain horny, and any hand on his dick just now was
going to set him off.

Satisfied that Wayne's cock was clean, Cole moved the cloth down to the
kid's plump nut sack. He lathered the balls thoroughly and rinsed the
cloth. Then he carefully removed any traces of lather from his son's
genitals. Finally, he moved Wayne's legs slightly apart and began to wash
below his nuts, dipping down to his asshole. Wayne's body tensed, and Cole
was afraid Wayne would do further damage to his spine.

"Sport, you have to lay still" Cole cautioned.

"I can't help it, Dad. I know it's weird, but that feels kind of..."

"I know, kiddo, I know. I was fifteen once, too. But you can't move around
too much, okay?"

"I'll try, Dad."

"Alright, sport. We're almost done, anyway."

Cole resumed washing between the boy's legs. It was then he noticed a
translucent drop of precum gathered at the tip of Wayne's cock. It swelled
and rolled backward, dangling it's droplet onto the boy's stomach. He knew,
without doubt, that Wayne would want to jack off the second Cole left the
room. Clearly, that was too risky, considering his injuries. But how do you
tell a fifteen year old not to beat his meat?

"Hey, sport."

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Um, I can see you're horny and everything."

"DAD!"

"C'mon, Wayne, cut the crap. We're both guys, father or no father. And I
know what you're going to do the second I'm out of here. And you can't
Wayne. Not just yet. You know what the docs said."

"But, Dad! What am I gonna do? Lie here with a permanent woody? I won't
hurt myself, I promise!"

"Sorry, son. No dice."

"You can't stop me. You have to leave sometime."

"Let's ask your mom about that, shall we? LAINA!"

"No, wait, Dad! Okay, okay...you win, I won't do it, I swear." There was a
tear welling up in Wayne's eye again.

"Did you call me, hon?" came Laina's voice from the hall.

"Nevermind, sweetie. I'll be down in a minute."

"Okay," and she was gone.

Cole thought the situation through for a brief moment. Clearly, Wayne would
be left alone eventually. Can't have a "jack-off guard" in his room. And
Cole did not intend to tell his wife about any of this. Wayne was still her
"baby" and, while she wasn't naive, she still wouldn't want to hear about
this. An idea began to take shape. After all, he had already washed the
kid's prick and balls...hell, even his asshole. The barrier had been
broken. If he was willing to help the kid pee, wipe his ass, then maybe he
could help him out with yet another call of nature.

"Holy Christ!" thought Cole, "where did *that* come from? Jacking off my
own son? I'm a perv. A fuckin' perv!"

"You okay, Dad?"

"Yeah, son. Just thinking." Cole continued to wash his son, finishing off
his legs and feet. All the while, Wayne's cock remained hard as a rock,
leaking precum. Cole looked at his son. He couldn't stand to see the kid so
frustrated. He made his decision.

Cole held the washcloth in his right hand and reached for Wayne's bobbing
dick with his left. He wiped up the trail of precum now running into the
kid's pubes. Then he ran the cloth over the head of his son's dick,
removing any traces of juice.

"God, Dad! You're really trying to kill me, aren't you?" Wayne cried out,
bucking his hips slightly.

"Listen, sport. If you want me to, I can, um, sort of, uh, help you out
with your problem here."  Cole had not released Wayne's prick, and it
throbbed a bit in his hand.

"You mean...?"

"If you want me to."

"You won't tell Mom, will you?"

Cole raised his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah. She's the first person I'll tell.
Right after I take out the ad in the Journal. I can see it now: 'I
Masturbated My Son' by Cole Harmon, County Jail."  Wayne laughed, in spite
of himself.

"Look, sport, I can't imagine being your age and not being able to take
care of business. I don't see a whole lot of alternatives here, do you?"

"I guess not. I mean, this isn't too weird, is it?"

"Oh, yeah, kiddo, make no mistake, this is about as weird as it gets. But
I'm willing to help you out."

"Um, thanks, Dad."

Cole saluted his son, and then set about doing what he had to. The hospital
had sent home a bottle of lotion to assure Wayne's skin didn't get too
dry. Cole reached for the bottle and squirted a generous dollop into his
hand.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you. And for Christ's sake try not to moan or
anything.  Your mom will think I'm beating you."

Cole reached out and again grabbed his son's hard dick. Wayne gasped as
Cole's hand slid down the shaft, into the dense pubes at the base. Cole ran
his hand up to the head of Wayne's prick and then began the steady rhythm
he knew would get the kid off.

Wayne began to moan quietly, remembering his father's warning. He hadn't
come in weeks but, as much as he wanted this to last, there was something a
little disturbing about being jerked off by your dad.

"That's it, kiddo. Enjoy the ride." Cole whispered to his son, as he picked
up the pace of his jacking hand slightly. He sensed that the kid was still
uncomfortable, so he continued to whisper to him.

"I remember my first hand job, sport. I was about your age, maybe a little
younger." Cole grinned at his son. "Close you eyes, son. Think about some
cheerleader with perky tits, or that girl you met at camp last
summer. Melissa?"

"Yeah, Melissa" Wayne said.

"Yeah, kiddo. That's Melissa's hand sliding on your dick. My first
girlfriend was Tammi. Man, she knew how to give a guy a hand job. She'd get
her hand all wet with spit, then slide it up and down, tightening a little
when she got to the head, like this." Cole moved his hand to the head of
his son's cock and squeezed. Wayne sighed deeply.

"Like that too, huh? Must run in the family. Then Tammi would tickle the
hair on my balls."

"Oh, yeah." Wayne moaned.

"What the hell," thought Cole, and he played his fingers lightly through
the hair on his son's balls, all the while maintaining the stroking motion
on his dick.

"What else did she do, Dad?"

"Well, as she was jerking me off, she would lick my balls, and just
underneath. The same spot that seemed to set you off, boy."

"Oh, God, yeah"

"Easy there, sport. There are limits to what I'm willing to do for you,
accident or no accident."

"Nobody's ever licked my balls. That must feel amazing."

"It does, kiddo, believe me."

"Please, Dad? I'm so close and I need to cum, bad!"

"Wayne, this is getting to deep for me." Cole said, letting go of his son's
dripping penis.

"NO! Please don't stop, Dad. I'm sorry I asked. I was just so hot, I..."

"Nevermind, sport. I understand." Cole said, as he resumed jacking his son
off.

Wayne closed his eyes and imagined it was Melissa jacking him off.
Meanwhile, Cole came up with a compromise. There was no way he was going to
lick his kid's balls, hell, he'd probably throw up. But he brought his
fingers to his mouth and soaked them in his spit. Then he lowered his wet
fingers and lifted Wayne's nut sack. Gently, with a pressure he knew would
drive the kid crazy, he began stroking the area between his son's balls and
asshole.

"Aw shit, Dad!" Wayne cried, lifting his hips as much as his injured spine
would allow. Cole leaned over to quiet the boy, he didn't want Laina coming
back to the door. As he leaned over, Wayne's cock began to erupt, shooting
his young semen over both of the Harmon men. A glob of the thick white
cream landed directly on Cole's lips. His tongue darted out in a reflex
response and, before he could think, he had taken his son's semen in his
mouth.

A slight wave of nausea came over Cole as he realized what had
happened. Then, he shrugged to himself. "Well, the kid hasn't changed. Peed
in my mouth when he was 15 days old, and now this."

"Thanks, Dad. I cant' believe you'd do that for me!" Wayne smiled at his
father.

"Anytime, sport. And by that I mean NEVER AGAIN!" They both laughed and
Cole began, once again, to bathe his son.