Date: Sun, 1 Dec 2019 23:27:01 -0600
From: Jason Bonerboy <jasonbonerboy@gmail.com>
Subject: Mason begs me

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My name is Tom Tistel. I am 47 years old. I am 5' 7" with one child. This
part of the story stared when I was 27 with my son being born My wife and I
tried for 6 years to have a kid. Finally we had a son. We named him after
her father Mason. Then she died that day.

I some how raised my son till he was 10 without to many problems.  I was
37  and I had him checked to see if he was like me. I started jerking off
at 10 and shot my first load shortly after.

The doctor told me; I should tell him about sex and masturbation. The
Doctor Jones was the one I had all my life. He knew the problems I had when
I was 10. So I would tell my son if he didn't start to masturbate how it
could be bad.. So I told him everything. A few months later he told me He
was feeling better about the stuff he told me the first time he shot a
load.

He was 10 and 10 months years old. It was about a month after he I had our
last talk and how he was feeling better that something else happen. He was
playing base ball with the kid next door. Out of no where a car came
barreling up the street and into my son. The other kid was fine. My son was
rush to the hospital. I waited 6 hours to hear if he was going to live. My
parents and my in-law showed up. We waited together.

Finally the doctors came out. Mason was going to live. He'd need a year or
more to recover. We might not be himself, let alone live a normal life. He
might be a one step from a zombie.

After the relief; I figured my life was going to be different. I made
arrangement to work from home, from then on..

About a month later Mason was at home and dong better I had a nurse check
on him daily. He was in and out sleeping. Then one day he went to the next
level. He was awake all day. I sat and talked with him
           "Dad.  I'm hungry. Can I get some food. Why does my tummy feel
so empty," He asked.

I told him they had been giving him food thru the IV and not much else. He
had been asleep most of the time. His body was badly broken. He was still
in casts for all of his limbs. He couldn't get up. It would be another few
weeks before the casts came off. Then there would be therapy for his body.
He would have to learn to do everything again.
           "Dad what happened to me. I remember a car coming towards me;
then nothing," he said.
           "A car hit you. You some how got tangled in the car's underside.
You've been asleep for a month. No one knew if you would wake up or be
anything but a vegetable," I told him.
           "Will I be normal again,"  he asked?

I looked at him gave him a sort of hug. "You woke up. They didn't know if
you would do that. That was the biggest thing. I would say the worst is
behind you. It will be hard to get back to any level of normal."

He got a worried look on his face.
            "What is it Mason?"
He got an embarrassed look on his face. Then he blurted out, "My Penis," he
said with more embarrassing look.
             "You have a catheter in your penis so you don't need to pee.
Its a tube that takes your pee away."

             "No Dad. I feel the urge to masturbate. You know jerk off.
Shoot my load," He said. "When you first told me I was like you and only
masturbation would help. I didn't believe you. But I tried it and all the
frustration and confusing of my body growing stopped. I felt better all
around. I need to get that release DAD!"

I could tell he was frustrated before. Now I knew why. I told him he could
do it in a few weeks or more. He got more frustrated with me.
             "I can't wait that long. I feel so tense and bound up
sexually. You need to do it for me on my penis. Help me get relief."
I was stunned. I didn't know what to do. I left the room.

I could hear him yelling at me. Begging me, "DAD PLEASE". I refused to hear
it. I went outside to sit on my porch. I could still hear him yell as I
closed the door. He stopped when he heard the door shut.

What was I going to do. My son was begging me to service his manhood. His
meat also had a catheter going into it. The doctor had said that it should
come out when he was awake. I ignored his pleases. The nurse came and put
a  male external catheter that day. She agreed with the Doctor as my son my
have bladder issue if he kept the inserted one to long.

Now I had a new problem. With the external unit now in place; it removed
any obstacle from me theoretically taking care of Mason's need. I was so
confused and worried. After the nurse left and gave my son a good report;
My son started in on the question again.

          "DAD, please could you?"
I didn't let him finish.
           "I am not going to masturbate my own son," I told him.
           "I've never gone more than 2 days since I started. I was fine at
first. But then all of suddenly the urge was strong," said Mason.
           "Mason I feel for you. I also noticed that you had a slight
erection during the nurse removing and install the replacement unit; I
can't son it would be..."
Again I was so conflicted. I loved my son. But he was a boy of 10 1/2.  How
could I do that?"

            "Dad, please. I desperately need it," he begged.
            "I still can't. I couldn't live with myself."
            "Could you live with me hating you?"
            "How could  you hate me? I've set aside my life maybe for good.
I know the doctor said you had no spinal cord injuries. It would seem only
your limbs were injured and fully covered with casts. But something could
still manifest he had said."

For the rest of the day he had a stern look on his face. The doctor stopped
by the next day. He made it clear that all the tests came back. It would
seem Mason would recover in another 6 months; unless something else showed
up. It would be over a year before any signs of what had happened would be
gone. So now the nurse would only come by about once a month; just for a
check up.

So now I had all the issues of taking care of Mason. He was taken off the
IV line  I was preparing breakfast when Mason started in again about his
penis issue. I emptied his pee line and bag. Twice a day. One of the times
he penis had slipped off of it. I had to touch it. He started to get hard.
            "Dad, please my penis is getting hard. Just jerk out a load for
me," he begged.
I quickly put the external sheath back on his penis and left the room with
the bag.

I heard him crying during the night and went in to see him. He arms were
now free, but the casts made it impossible to touch himself. But he was
having a nightmare.
            "NO, help, help...."
I got to him and he was in a cold sweat. He woke up and told me his dream.

He said in his dream how frustrated he was. The doctor kept saying he would
always be frustrated. His hands were staying covered forever. He was
arguing with the doctor and had felt so confused why the doctor was telling
him this.

This was the last straw. I knew I was gonna have to breakdown and jerk my
son's meat. But I was gonna wait for him to ask me. It was the hardest
decision I had to make. I didn't want to, but I wanted my son to get
relief. I knew in another month or so he might have an emission on his own.
After about a couple of months or more with out release of his load; his
body would do the job. I just feared he would be going crazy before then. I
knew he had wet dreams ever once in a while at first. I had found his wet
sheet. That when I told the doctor and he told me to tell Mason about sex.
But now he was in the flow of masturbating. I knew he was on the verge of a
mild form of madness without relief.

I stayed with him all night like when he first came home. He went back to
sleep. I woke up before him. He was still sleeping more than me. This was
also a sign that he wasn't himself yet.

I was in the other room after taking a shower and such. Then I started in
on making breakfast when I heard my name.
              "Dad, I need the bedpan."
I came to the room saw him looking frustrated.
              "Would you like to sit on the toilet today," I asked him.
             "Really? How?"
             "Well Mason I will walk you there. Your legs are strong enough
with my help. The Doctor told me that in a few weeks your casts might come
off," I told him.

His hands were still wrapped as the greatest damage had been to his hands.
I managed to get him get him into the wheelchair. I was still not sure
about letting him do it.

I rolled him into the bathroom. Then I helped him onto the special insert
that made the toilet seat sit higher. I put him on the seat and pulled his
pull away underwear down off him. I then grabbed onto his penis and made
sure it stayed pointing down. He peed then he pooped. I wiped his rear and
then check to see if he had to pee anymore. I could see the look on his
face. I was holding his penis. It clubbed up.

So many thoughts went thru my head. But the biggest on was my sons agony.
He barely said it. "Please".  I caressed it and gripped his meat solidly.
I started to pump his now very hard pole. His head want back and he closed
his eyes. I could see the pure pleasure of satisfaction. It took only about
20 or so strokes and he was close. I stopped  and Mason's eyes open "I want
to finish this on your bed. I promise to finish it. I know it would be
unbearable not to finish. I'm just worried you may not be able to get you
back in bed if you cum here."

I didn't bother to put any of his clothes back on he had been living in
shorts that snapped on like a diaper. He wasn't wearing anything else.
There had been times he wore nothing. So I lifted him up and into the
chair. I got him back in bed and gave myself quick pep talk inside my head
that I was helping my son get release.

He penis never went soft. He was now laying in bed. I could see the look in
his eyes. I reached for his meat and started where I had left off. He was
now placing his head to the side as pure pleasure returned. I didn't hold
back this time. My hand was working his meat over with so much movement it
was a blur. He was now panting and almost screaming in sure joy from the
working I was giving his penis. His eyes were now almost glazed over as he
was getting the feeling he wanted.

His breath came in short pants. Followed by "OH GOD YES!"  OH OH Yes, yes.
yes; as he short 6 very large shot of cum over everything. MY hand his
stomach, chest, and even on his chin. He went completely limp as he
continued to breath quickly. Yet his meat stayed hard. He came around
quickly and was still panting. "Again Dad, right now."

I met he request with moving my hand. I worked his balls the second time
messaging them the way I liked it.  "Oh God. that's great dad."  I was
working his meat in the style I liked. He was soon panting good again. I
could feel his balls pull up and he breath was now coming with a grunting
sound. Then he arched his back this time and convulsed out 6 more shots of
cum.

He just laid there with satisfaction on his face. I had seen that look over
the years. This was the first time in this matter. He wanted a hug. I told
him I needed to clean him up. So I did something he didn't expect. I lapped
up the two loads from my hands and his body. then I lean in towards his
face and licked off the shot on his neck and chin. He grabbed my head and
gave me a very decent kiss. His tongue forced its way into my mouth. He was
now trying to kiss me so passionately. My penis was very hard. I knew I'd
have to relieve myself soon.
         "I don't know how to thank you Dad," he said.
         "You just did. Your sound of satisfaction and the look of relief.
A bonus is my dick is so hard from that kiss. I'll have to take care of it
soon."
         "So do it right now dad. Right here."

Without thinking I just pulled open my pants and only had to stroke it a
few times till I was getting close. I was panting like crazy. I started
shaking and shot 10 spurts. I had to sit down on Mason's bed. I was soon on
my back resting next to Mason. He pulled me into another passionate long
kiss. I was now so confused and connect to my son in a new way. I was
feeling happy as was Mason. I hadn't expected any of this to happen. I sure
didn't expect to feel good and happy about it.

Confusion of where things were going in our relationship. Ultimately I
decided Mason's well being was more important than anything. He wanted it.
I wasn't going to deny him anything after this.

How could I

Don't know how things will turn out.


Jason Bonerboy
jasonbonerboy@gmail.com