Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2003 11:37:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: SB
Subject: Doing What He Had To- Part 1 (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.


When Cole Harmon received the phone call, he thought it was a prank.

"Mr. Harmon?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Yes?"

"This is Ray Foulkes, I'm a nurse at County General. Is Wayne Harmon your
son?"

"Uh, yeah. What's the problem? Is Wayne okay?"

"Well, that's a tough question to answer just now, Mr. Harmon." The nurse
seemed to be searching for the right answer.

"What do you mean, "tough"? I asked you a question. Is Wayne okay?" Cole
was getting tense.

"Mr. Harmon, your son was involved in a motorcycle accident this afternoon
on Interstate 12. We've been trying to reach someone at his home for the
past two hours."

"I just got home from work...wait a minute, did you say motorcycle
accident?"

"That's correct."

"Oh, no, that's not possible. Wayne's always been terrified of cycles. My
brother took him for a ride on his cycle when Wayne was six. He's been
afraid of cycles ever since. Are you sure you have the right kid?"

"We're sure, sir. If you could just come down here, the doctors can explain
fully the extent of Wayne's injuries."

Cole was sure this had to be a mistake, but he couldn't chance it. "I'll be
right there"

On the way to the hospital, Cole thought about Wayne. The fifteen year old
had always been something of a loner. He wasn't unpopular; he just marched
to his own drummer. Cole and his wife Laina had always been proud of
Wayne. He was adept at sports, but also had an artistic side. The kid was
already 5'10" and showed signs of growing even taller. Cole enjoyed
shooting hoops with his son. In fact, the two had always shared a close
relationship. Wayne was their only child. Cole couldn't bear the thought of
losing him. He was thankful that Laina was out of town at a training
seminar for work. This gave him the chance to assess the situation with a
reasonably clear head. Laina would have broken down already.

Cole arrived at County General in record time. He rushed into the emergency
room and was immediately escorted to a waiting room. A dark haired young
man, wearing green surgical scrubs, addressed him by name.

"Mr. Harmon?"

"Yeah that's me."

"I'm Ray Foulkes. We spoke on the phone."

"Yeah, yeah, just tell me, how's Wayne?"

"Well, we know a little more than we did when I spoke to you earlier. It
appears Wayne was a passenger on a cycle driven by a friend of his. Do you
know Joshua Hunt?"

"Yeah, I think. He's in Wayne's Chemistry class; he's his lab partner. But
I wouldn't call him a friend."

"In any event, Wayne was a passenger on the motorcycle. Mr. Hunt must have
been showing off and took a curve just a little too fast. The cycle spun
out and hit a guardrail. Your son was thrown from the bike and landed about
thirty feet away."

"Oh, God...oh my God" Cole was feeling nauseated.

"Easy, Mr. Harmon. Here, have a seat"

The nurse guided Cole to a nearby sofa and sat next to him.

"Now, Wayne was very lucky, Mr. Harmon. He was wearing a helmet. Without
it, he would surely have been killed"

"Okay, so exactly what did happen to him? Will he live?" Cole feared the
answer.

"No question. He'll live. But he injured his spine, and that means-"

Cole cut the nurse off. "That means he's paralyzed?"

Visions of Wayne shooting hoops, running around the backyard, swimming in
their pool flashed through Cole's fogged brain.

"Not likely, sir. But he will require some physical therapy and prolonged
bed rest."

"But he'll walk, right?" Cole asked, eyes brimming with tears.

"If the healing goes as expected, there's no reason why he shouldn't be
able to do everything he did before today."

"Except ride a motorcycle" Cole said, the tears flowing, both from concern
and relief.

"Why don't you take a second to get yourself together, and then I'll take
you to see your son," the nurse told him.

"I will, and thank you!" Cole replied.


Wayne's injuries turned out to be as the nurse had explained. He stayed in
the hospital for eight days, and then was released, with a promise that
physical therapy would be followed up at home.

When Laina heard of the accident, she did break down, just as Cole had
expected. She flew home from her seminar and took full charge of Wayne's
care. One of the two of them slept in Wayne's room nightly. Laina fed him
his meals, read to him and watched his favorite TV shows with him.

But it was on the first day home that Cole's role in Wayne's recovery began
to take shape.

Laina was fluffing Wayne's pillows, in a vain attempt to make him
comfortable.

"Mom?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Um, I have to go to the bathroom"

"Okay, sweetheart. I'll get your father"

Cole and Laina had discussed Wayne's "personal" care long before he came
home and decided that, at fifteen, he might be more comfortable if Cole
helped him out at such times.

Cole came in to Wayne's room, trying to maintain a light atmosphere. He
knew that neither he nor Wayne would be very comfortable with this, at
least not right away. Cole has not seen his son naked since Wayne was eight
or nine. Wayne protected his privacy fiercely.

"Hey, kiddo. Mom says you need some help, huh?"

"Yeah, Dad. I need to pee."

"Not a problem, kiddo. Let me get the bottle they sent home with you."

Cole rummaged in the bag Wayne had brought home from the hospital and found
the urinal. He tried to keep the situation as light as possible. "You think
you can fill this?" he said, grinning.

Wayne tried to return the grin, but was clearly uncomfortable. "Dad,
c'mon", he said, blushing slightly.

Cole walked to his son's bedside and pulled back the sheet. Wayne was still
wearing the hospital gown he had come home in. Cole lifted the bottom of
the gown and pulled it back to expose Wayne's genitals. The 15 year old's
limp penis hung slightly to one side, the majority of its shaft buried in
thick, curly dark brown hair. Wayne's father gently grasped his son's dick
between his thumb and forefinger and placed it inside the opening of the
urinal.

"Let 'er rip, sport", he told his son.

Wayne closed his eyes, straining slightly to get the flow started. Cole
decided to give the boy a bit of privacy, so he turned his head, while
still holding the urinal in place. Unfortunately, his slight turn shifted
his body and Wayne's soft dick flopped out of the bottle.

"DAD!" Wayne shouted, but it was too late. The boy's cock was spraying piss
everywhere. The sheets were wet and piss landed on his belly, streaming
down his adolescent balls. His pubic hair was soaked. Cole did not go
unmarked by the spurting yellow stream. His hand and arm were covered in
piss before he was able to direct his son's dick back into the bottle.

"God, Dad, I'm sorry, I..." Wayne trailed off, clearly embarrassed.

Cole couldn't help himself. He began to laugh. What else could he do? It
was his own fault for being overly concerned about Wayne's privacy.

"Don't get upset, sport! You used to do the same thing when I diapered
you. In fact, one time you got me right in the mouth."

"Jeez, Dad, way to make me feel better!" Wayne said, but he was, indeed,
beginning to smile, as his piss flow ended.

"What's going on in there? Are you guys okay?" Laina called from the hall.

"Don't let Mom come in!" Wayne pleaded.

Cole surveyed the scene. Here he was, covered in his 15-year-old son's
piss, as his son lay there, exposed from the waist down. "No, honey, we're
fine. Just a little father-son bonding".

Wayne couldn't help laughing at his father's description of the
situation. Cole shushed him.

"We've got to get you cleaned up, sport. We were going to have to do the
sponge bath thing tonight anyway, so here's our chance to really get up
close and personal!"

"Just what I've always wanted. A sponge bath from Dad" Wayne cracked.

"Careful there, sport. Don't piss off the guy who is about to wash your
balls."

Wayne rolled his eyes and sighed, "Yet another thing I hoped never to hear
my father say."

Cole went into Wayne's bathroom and washed up. After filling a basin with
warm water, he grabbed a washcloth, soap and a towel. He had never given a
sponge bath before and wondered if he could be thorough. Washing the boy's
face, hands, legs would be easy. But he really had to do a good job, since
Wayne wouldn't be showering for quite some time. That meant washing his
son's cock and balls and, even worse, the kid's asshole. It was not
something that Cole had been looking forward to. But he had no choice.
There was no point in hiring someone to come in and do this. So, he
assembled all his supplies and approached Wayne's bed, ready to bathe his
son, top to bottom.