Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2001 00:23:35 EST
From: BornN51@aol.com
Subject: Home Recovery (the complete version)

I'm lucky to be alive, even though there were times shortly after the
accident that I wasn't all that sure about that.The old lady seemed like she
was just waiting for me to get to the crossroads before she pulled out. She
said she never saw me and I'm sure that's true. Bikers have a knack for
becoming invisible.All I know is, the next thing I remember I was waking up
in traction with two broken legs and two broken arms. Needless to say, I
could barely move. Since the wreck I hadn't had a thing on but a sheet, and
sometimes just a small towel covering my goodies. I hadn't even been able to
touch my dick in four weeks. Hardons just came and went unattended. After
four weeks in the hospital like that I was going nuts. I had to get out of
there. I had to get home. Home was just me and my twelve year old son, every
since his mother took off with another biker. I hated to put all this on him
but he was tired of staying with his aunt, and he assured me he would take
good care of me. School had just let out, so he was available, and there were
friends that would help him out if he needed them. It was explained to him
all that he would be expected to do. He seemed eager. A hospital bed was
moved into the house and finally an ambulance brought me home.
My son Johnny and I had always been very close. I felt sure that we could get
through this.
Johnny sat on the side of my bed clutching the four big fingers that stuck
out of the end of my cast. Everything about me is, big from my big hairy body
to my big uncut dick lying dormant, for now, just under the sheet.I looked up
at Johnny's face and there were tears in his eyes.
"What's the matter, son?" I asked.
"Daddy, I'm just glad you're home and alright." Tears started streaming now
and he gently laid his head on my furry chest.
"It's ok son. Everything is going to be fine." I wanted to hug him more than
I ever had, but my cast prevented it. I closed my eyes
When I woke up the morning sun was shining through the bedroom curtains.
Johnny had woken up before me and I could hear the television softly playing
in the living room. As my senses came to me I realized it was time to put us
both to the test. I needed the bedpan. I hesitated for just a moment before
calling my son.
"Good morning son." I said cheerfully as he entered the room.
"Good morning dad. Do you need something?" He asked with a smile on his face.
He was such a beautiful boy, I thought to myself.
"I need the bedpan son." I said, as if this were a ritual we went through
every morning. Johnny didn't miss a beat as he took the bedpan from the night
stand, and with the little help I could offer, positioned it under me.
"Let me know when you are done." He smiled as he went back to the TV.
That had gone well, I thought as I get nature take its course. I looked at
the window as he removed the bedpan and cleaned me up. It was a little
embarrassing for me, but the times called for getting beyond that. When he
was pulling the sheet back over me I turned to him and thanked him.
"I'll go empty this." Was all he said as he walked out of the room.
As I lay there feeling thankful to be among familiar surroundings  I noticed
the unmistakable smell of coffee brewing. Before long Johnny came back to the
room carefully carrying a tray with my breakfast and a hot cup of coffee. I
felt happier than I had felt in weeks. He put the tray on the sliding table
we had brought from the hospital and maneuvered it in front of me. Fried
eggs, bacon, and toast.
"A meal fit for a king." I said. Johnny sat beside me smiling as he fed me
the meal he had lovingly prepared for me. When I was finished he wiped my
mouth with a napkin before moving the table to the side. The coffee was
finally cool enough that I could drink it through a straw while he held the
cup for me.
"Great job son." I said, "That was perfect."
Johnny grinned from ear to ear.
"I'll bring you another cup of coffee." He offered.
"Before you go could you open the curtains for me?" I asked.
He was happy to do it before taking the tray back to the kitchen. Soon he was
back with that second cup of coffee he had promised. He had put a single ice
cube it this one and it was just right for drinking.
"I hate to see you cooped up in the house like this on such a beautiful day."
I told him.
"That's OK dad. There is nothing I would rather be doing than taking care of
you." He smiled up at me.
It was a good thing too, because it didn't take those two cups of coffee long
to pass through me.    "Whew!" I sighed. "That coffee went right through me.
I'm going to need that urinal pretty quick." Johnny grabbed the urinal and
pulled the sheet down to my knees. His eyes grew wider when he looked at my
dick. This time I didn't turn away. He took my dick in his tiny hands and
guided it to the urinal. His face looked a little flushed and there was the
definite hint of a smile on his lips. It made me feel a little strange.
Before I could think too much about it I was letting loose with a real
gusher. He let me finish then wiped the end of my dick with a tissue and
pulled the sheet back up
Johnny left me alone with my thoughts for most of the day. I was still bored
but happy to be in my own home again. Johnny poked his head in the door every
now and then to see if I needed anything. After feeding me my dinner, he came
back in carrying a beer with a straw sticking out of it We talked about
things a father and son talk about as he held the beer for me. The one beer
turned into two and then three. By the fourth I was feeling a real buzz. I
realized that the combination of drinking through a straw and mixing beer
with the medications I was on caused me to keep dozing off. I was also in bad
need of taking a piss again. Johnny pulled the sheet down first before
getting  the urinal. I didn't mind. This time when he took hold of my cock
all timidness was gone. He wrapped his little fist around it and move it up
and down twice, pretending to be trying to get a good grip on it. It wasn't
my imagination, he was enjoying this. The thing that worried me was that I
was beginning to enjoy it too. I was trying to fight it but it had been so
long. I was finding it harder and harder to keep my eyes open. As I watched
him. I dozed off again. When I looked down Johnny was looking at me with a
strange expression on his face. He was holding my rock hard cock in his hands
and was jacking me off.
"This is what you want, isn't it dad." It wasn't a question.
"No. No. You're wrong son. I feels great, but I'm your father." I protested.
The feeling was getting stronger by the second. Just when I thought I would
explode, my body jerked and I opened my eyes. The room was dark and I could
hear Johnny faintly snoring in the chair by the bed.I quickly realized what
had awoken me.I had to take a wicked piss, and oh my God, I really did have a
throbbing hard on. I tried every useless thing I could think of to get it to
go down. Nothing. I had to face the fact that Johnny was going to have to
help me piss...with a hard on. I took a deep breath.
"Johnny. Johnny wake up."
"What's wrong daddy?" He asked. "You kind of passed out on me."
"I need to use the urinal son."
"Oh, ok daddy." Duty was calling and he perked right up and turned on the
light. When he saw the tent my dick was making I thought his eyes were going
to pop out of his head. His face went beet red.
"Johnny." I said in my best authoritarian voice, "This is something that we
are just going to have to get used to. You know a man doesn't always have
control over when he gets an erection."
He obviously knew that, gaging from the hard on that had instantly sprung up
in his shorts.
"Johnny, I need that urinal right away. Please." I was desperate.
He snapped out of it and grabbing the urinal off the bed rail and started
pulling down the sheet.
When my cock was finally exposed we both turned red. It looked huge and it
was throbbing and bobbed up and down to the beat of my pulse. I saw a smile
flicker across his lips before putting on his serious face and reaching for
my cock. When he put his little hand around it I saw stars it felt so good.
Just the sight of it made me hornier that I could ever remember feeling. He
held the urinal between my legs, but my dick had to be pried down before it
could be guided into the opened end. When he had the entire length inside the
urinal he let go of my dick. My cock sprang back so hard that he lost his
grip on the urinal and it went flying through the air, hitting me on the
forehead. The look of mortification on his face was excruciating until our
eyes met. When I looked at him I couldn't help but laugh out loud, and he
laughed with me, feeling relieved that I was taking this so well. He grabbed
the urinal and as quickly as he could, reintroduced my cock to it's opening.
This time he held down the base if my cock with his hand as I let go with a
stream that nearly filled the urinal. I'm sure he could feel the surge of
urine passing under his finger tips. Taking a piss in a urinal with a hard
dick is not the easiest thing in the world to do. The head of my engorged
dick was firmly against the top and I could feel the warm urine splashing
back on my cock. By the time he carefully removed the filled urinal my
erection had subsided a little bit, but my dick was soaked with piss.He sat
the urinal on the table and told me he would go get a wash rag. When he left
the room I looked down at my cock. I expected that the erection would godown
now that I had relieved myself. Unfortunately the opposite was happening. It
was stiffening as I watched. Was it the memory of the dream or just his hand
looking so white and frail on my hard dick. I didn't want to be turned on by
that. I wanted Johnny to come back in the room to find my dick in its flaccid
state. I was totally helpless. I might as well have been in hand cuffs the
way I was sprawled out on the bed. No way to cover myself. No way to make my
erection go away. When Johnny came back to the room, he was carrying a
plastic basin of warm soapy water with a wash rag and towel draped over his
arm.
When his eyes caught a side ways glance at my erection it was impossible for
him to hide his pleasure. He sat the basin next to the bed and sat back down.
He removed a bar of soap from the warm water and rubbed it between his hands.
He placed his warm soapy hands on my dick and pulled the foreskin all the way
back to clean around the head. I thought I would shoot four weeks of stored
up cum at his first touch. I had to close my eyes. The sight of his hands on
my cock was too much.
"You better go easy there, son." I couldn't believe how raspy my voice had
become. I cleared my throat. This was definitely not the way the nurses at
the hospital had done it, but I wasn't about to correct him. He was making me
feel so incredibly good. My dick was more than sufficiently clean, but I
could not bring myself to make him stop. He ran his soapy hands up and down
the shaft and over the sensitive head. I opened my eyes and looked down at
his busy hands. He looked up at me and smiled. That did it. I could feel an
orgasm building in my balls. There was no stopping it now. I wanted to turn
over in the bed, but I was helpless. I didn't know what to say to him.
"I'm going to cum!" was all I could say.
Instead of backing away, he built up the speed of his stroking.
The orgasm was blinding in it's intensity. The first spurt hit me in my hair.
The second long stream fell from my chin down to my navel. I don't know how
many squirts followed, It was total bliss. I shot a huge load. When my
breathing started to return to normal I looked down at my son.
He was still smiling.
"Did that feel good?" He asked.
That wasn't the response I was expecting from him. I thought of a couple
reprimands, but just said, "Are you kidding? That was wonderful!" We were
total equals in that instant. We had both just experienced something we had
wanted for a long time. Maybe for different reasons, but we were both
extremely satisfied.I truly did feel lucky to be alive.

Dedicated to papa.