Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2018 11:35:23 +0200 From: Metro Subject: My Son's Accident Author's Note: All my works are based on fantasy and are to be considered erotic fiction. I would also like to encourage fellow readers to contribute to keep this site up and running and to provide free erotic literature to all that is interested. My Son's Accident It was a clear sunny afternoon in July when my 19-year son Tyler left the house to report to work. As usual, he was tight with time. He is never late, but often leave little room for unforeseen circumstances that can cause one to be late. When I have mentioned it to him before, he rolls his eyes and remarks sarcastically that he can make up any lost time on the road. I just shake my head when I hear that cocky attitude. I guess it reminds me of myself at that age. After yelling "See you later," I heard the bike start up. I thought to myself, "I guess he decided to ride instead of drive to work." So, I entered the garage and noticed he wasn't wearing a jacket, just a polo shirt, slacks and shoes for work. I yelled over the rumbling of the engine and motioned to him about not having a jacket on. He yelled it was too hot and it was only a short 15-minute ride to work. As he was revving the engine I motioned to him to put it on. He waved me off as he left the driveway. I guess I should be thankful that he was wearing a full-face helmet and gloves. As a rider myself, Tyler knows my rules. You never ride without a helmet and proper gear. My daughter had off from work that day and I work from home. Less than 10 minutes later, my cell phone rings and I see it is a call from Tyler. I answer the call and I hear another man's voice telling me his name is Bill and he is with my son who was in an accident. He says he is alive, alert, but hurt. Tyler asked Bill to call me. I obtained the location and my daughter, and I were out of the door in a flash. When I arrived at the scene, less than a mile from his work, I saw motorcycle parts and his shoes strewn all over the roadway along with an ambulance, police and another vehicle. I jumped out of van, told my daughter to take pictures of the scene and pick up any of her brothers' stuff as I ran over to see Tyler. He was conscious, but delirious and pretty banged up. As he was placed on a stretcher and into a rig, I jumped into the ambulance as they took me and him to the Emergency Room. While they were loading him into the rig, I quickly spoke with the police at the scene and got contacts off all parties involved. The driver of the other car pulled out from a stopped position into his right-of-way and made direct contact with the motorcycle. Tyler did what he could to avoid the collision (which probably saved his life). The driver was given a summons, court appearance, etc. My son was driven to the hospital with a 6-week recovery ahead of him. Tyler was in the ER for about six hours and had every diagnostic test completed to determine the extent of his injuries. He was treated, stitched up and released later that day. He was a very lucky guy considering it could have been much worse. He came home with a broken right arm (he is right handed) and a badly wounded left shoulder, arm and hand that was wrapped all over. For the first 2 weeks he basically had no use of either hands. Both legs and feet were also wounded as was his abdomen. The helmet did its job as there were no injuries to his head or face, although he did show signs of a concussion. Two days following the accident, almost his entire body turned "black and blue" from the deep bruising that was becoming evident. We set him up in the "man cave" in our finished basement. A room fully equipped with a TV and all the electronics a teenager could ask for. It had a full bathroom, bar and comfy couch. This is the area that Tyler called home for the first month. We got him home, set him up and he slept for almost two days. Only waking up to have light foods, pain meds and bathroom trips. The accident occurred on a Friday, so the next two days, he had plenty of help and a lot of attention by his sisters and mother. However, I was the one to take him to the bathroom. The first two days, he was so delirious and in so much pain, that modesty wasn't important at all. He would text me when he needed me Ð and needed me now! He would swing his broken arm over my shoulder as I picked him up and carry his 180 pounds, 5'10-inch solid frame into the bathroom. He stood in front of the toilet as I pulled his boxers down and leaned his body over the bowl while supporting him. I am glad I am in good shape myself as it took a lot of strength to hold up his dead weight at the same time trying to help him aim his penis correctly. When he was done, I would give it a few gentle shakes, and pull up his boxers. While at the sink, I would help him brush his teeth and slightly wash his face. After I got him back to the couch and got him settled with everything, I went about my day (I work from home). It was then I began to think about this experience. It was the first time I held another man's penis in my hand. It felt good, neat, exciting. Tyler was not huge, but had a trimmed crotch, nice size balls and about a 4" flaccid cock. Taking a dump was also a chore. To make it easier, I got him a raised seat, so he didn't need to sit so low due to the pain. We he was done, I had to grab him by the upper torso to stand him up while I cleaned his bum. This went on for about two days. On the 3rd morning, he felt better enough to ask me to help him take a shower. We have a jacuzzi tub, but his body couldn't' be submerged for another few weeks. In our basement, I have a large shower with a removable head. Following another dump, I stripped him naked and got him in the shower. As I tried to wash his body from standing outside of the shower, all I succeeded in doing was getting the floor all wet. Tyler saw this and said, "Dad it'll be easier and less messy to come in with me and close the door." He looked at me with a smile and said, "You haven't seen anything you haven't seen before and neither have I." I told him he was right as I nodded. I threw towels on the floor to soak up the water, shed my clothes and joined him. He had his back turned to away from me, and our bodies could easily touched if I wasn't trying to lean away. As he faced away from me, I grabbed the shampoo and started working it into his head slowly. After rinsing him off I began to work down his body. I used a washcloth on his ears, neck, upper back. I slowly worked down his torso being careful not to hurt him. He was "black and blue" all over. I got to his ass and slowly cleaned each mound while he instinctively slightly bent over as I cleaned his asshole first with the washcloth, then with my fingers just stopping before his ball sack. I then cleaned his thighs and ankles. When I touched his most private area, he let out an involuntary sigh. We both ignored it. It was meant as a non-sexual shower, but when I think back, it clearly had sexual overtones. I stood back up, told him to turn around. At the same height, we were then standing just inches away from each other. I then applied conditioner to this hair and as I was rubbing it in we looked at each other. I smiled, and he looked back which just a contented look on his face despite the discomfort his injuries no doubt was causing. Once I rinsed his hair, I gently washed his face and arms which he was raising to keep out of the water stream and because the pain was less when they were elevated. I proceeded washing his neck, pits, chest. Very gently his belly button and torso. I then used a wash cloth to wash over his dick and balls, and between his legs. I put the washcloth down and poured liquid soap in my hand, grabbed his penis and washed it very thoroughly along with his balls. Tyler moaned abruptly and uncontrollably as he responded to my touch. His 4" quickly expanded to 7 very hard inches. I let go, knelt down and proceeded to finish washing his legs and feet. It didn't help that his dick was nearly poking me in the face. This was a first for me. I wasn't sure how to respond, so I acted very nonchalantly. When I was done, I stood up, and rinsed him off carefully. As I placed the shower head back into the holder, I had to lean into him to reach it and our bodies touched. All the while Tyler never looked down but just straight ahead. Now, when he felt my rising penis touch his as I leaned into him, he looked down at my penis and then at my face. I think that gave him courage because he said "Dad, can you help me out with this? I know it will be very distracting if I don't deal with this now." I replied, "I understand completely." I grabbed the body wash, poured it into my hand and began stroking him. His head tilted back, eyes closed, knees bent as he let out light moans. As I stroked him with my right hand, I held him with my left. With only about 2 minutes of short and long strokes, he said, "Dad, I'm gonna cum." A moment later 7 spurts of white liquid shot out of him as his body violently shook. I held and caressed his cock as his erection subsided all the while watching him react on how sensitive his penis was after his orgasm. He looked at me and said, "Thank you." I said, "no problem." We shut off the water and I stepped out first drying off my body. After I put on my pair of boxer briefs and tee shirt, I then carefully patted him with a towel to dry Tyler completely. I dressed him in clean boxers and a tee shirt and got him back to his spot on the couch. Mom than stepped in and got him something to eat, meds, etc. I went back to work and he played a few video games.