Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2003 17:36:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: SB
Subject: Doing What He Had To-Part 4 (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.

Special thanks to Chuck, Ray, Ron and everyone else who requested a
continuation, and especially to Paul who gave me the hook to continue the
story.

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Three days had passed since Cole Harmon had jacked off his bed-ridden
15-year-old son, Wayne. Although Cole had continued assisting Wayne with
his bathing and other needs, he had not offered to relieve his boy's sexual
tension again.

At night, Cole tossed and turned. He knew he had no reason to feel
guilty. He hadn't done anything more than meet a need his son could not
possibly meet on his own.  In his mind, though, he kept rerunning the
episode. The kid needed release. His hard dick testified to that. And he
seemed grateful that Cole was willing to help him out. Cole replayed the
moment the kid got off, hitting his dad square in the mouth with his
teenage jizz. Deep inside, he knew why he felt guilty. He had not been
totally honest with Wayne. And he suspected that, sooner or later, Wayne
was going to ask for a hand again. Cole had made it clear he had no
intention of masturbating his son again. But all that was about to change.

Cole had never been much of a drinker but, lately, he had begun to indulge
in a beer or two. Or, in tonight's case, several. After barely touching his
dinner, Cole headed up to Wayne's room, feeling a little drunk and ready to
unburden himself. The kid had eaten earlier, and was relaxing watching the
Simpsons on TV. Laina, Cole's wife, was attending a business function and
would not be home for at least two hours.

"Hey, kiddo."

"Yo, Dad. Bath time already? Can I finish watching this?" Wayne asked.

"Um, no, sport. I gotta talk to you."

"Sure, Dad." Wayne said, switching off the TV. He had very limited use of
his left hand, enabling his to click the remote, but not much else.

"Wayne..." Cole began.

"Look, Dad, if it's about the other night, I'm sorry I asked you to, you
know, do that."

"No, no, kiddo. I mean, yes I do want to talk to you about that but, no,
you don't need to be sorry. It seemed like a real good idea at the time."

"Dad, I needed to, you know, get off. And you helped me out."

"I know, sport. I was here, remember?" Cole said, cracking a smile.

"So, what's the big deal? I wasn't going to ask you again, unless you
brought it up first."

"Wayne, as far as doing it again, I don't know. When you asked me to do it,
it seemed..."

"Wait! You think I'm gay or something? Oh, sure, begging my dad to jerk me
off. Oh, shit!"

"No, Wayne. I don't think you're gay. In fact, I don't give a shit if you
are gay. It has nothing to do with that."

"So what is this about, Dad?"

"When I was, y'know, helping you, I told you about Tammi."

"Your girlfriend? The one who licked your balls while she was jacking you
off?"

"Good memory, kid. Yeah, that's what I told you."

"So, what? There wasn't any ball licking going on? She was ugly? What?"

Cole took a deep breath. "Tammi wasn't Tammi. Tammi was Tommy."

"Tommy's a weird name for a gir..." Wayne stopped abruptly. "Crap. You mean
you got it on with a guy?"

"Just a couple of times. I was 15, no girlfriend in sight. Tommy was this
kid from school. Always hanging out in the locker room after gym class,
watching us guys get dressed. So a couple of us would put on a little show
for him. Taking a long time to get dressed, waving our dicks around while
we pretended to scratch our balls. Stupid stuff, kid stuff."

"Hey, I'm a kid and I wouldn't do that."

"Alright, alright. I'm not saying it was cool, just that we did it, that's
all."

"Sorry, Dad."

"Anyway, one day after school, I was heading out into the woods for a
smoke"

"What woods?"

"You know the ball field behind Lincoln High?"

"Yeah"

"Well, that used to be woods. The field wasn't built until about ten years
ago. And we used to sneak out there to smoke cigarettes or..."

"Or...something else?" Wayne smirked.

"Nevermind. That's another story. Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this"

"No, Dad. I want to hear it. Please?"

"So, anyway, I'm walking though the woods, heading for a clearing where we
used to hang out. It was September, so the leaves had barely begun to fall
and the woods were pretty dense. When I got to the clearing, there was
someone there."

"Tommy?" Wayne asked.

"Yup. He was drawing something, the trees I guess. I never did get to see
it. When he saw me, he started to put his stuff away, kinda nervous. I told
him he didn't have to go, I was just there for a smoke. So I sat down on a
log, lit my cigarette, and Tommy seemed to relax a bit."

"So how did he wind up licking your balls?" Wayne was getting excited, in
spite of the odd story he was hearing.

"It wasn't that big a deal. We sat there for a while and I started to feel
a little weird for putting him on in the locker room. So I sort of
apologized. He floored me when he said he actually enjoyed the show. We
both laughed about it. Then we shot the shit for a bit and wound up talking
about sex stuff. I told him how I wasn't getting any and, before I knew it,
he was offering to help me out."

"Like you helped me out?" Wayne asked.

"Something like that."

"And you did it right there in the woods?"

"First of all, I didn't do anything, except open my pants. He did it
all. Jakced me off, licked under my balls...just like I told you. I never
touched him."

"And it happened again?" Wayne was eager for the answer.

"Just once, in the same place. Then I met a girl and moved on. Tommy was
cool about it. He knew I wasn't gay or anything."

"Like I'm not gay, huh?"

"Right, although I meant it when I said it didn't matter. But Tommy was
pretty cool. He wound up signing my yearbook: 'I'll always remember the
woods, T.' That's when I started telling people 'T' stood for Tammi. And
that why I told you the same thing."

"Well, um, thanks for telling me, Dad. Does this mean you might be willing
to..."

"Yeah, kid. If you need to get off, I'll still be here for you."

"Dad."

"Yeah, kiddo?" Cole said, knowing what his son would ask.

"Um, could you? Now?" Wayne was hard and reayd for attention.

"Sure, kiddo. Let me just run donwstairs for a minute."

Cole headed for the kitchen. He poured himself a shot of Seagrams and
downed it in one gulp, chasing it with the remains of his beer. Then he
headed back upstairs to do what he knew he had to.