Date: Tue, 20 Oct 2009 11:35:47 +1030 From: Marcus McNally Subject: Dad Gives Matt A Helping Hand It was getting towards the time for my 17-year-old son Matt's sponge bath, a daily ritual he'd found increasingly embarrassing since he'd fractured both his wrists and sprained an ankle in a fall from his skateboard the previous week. We knew when he came home from the doctor's that he was going to be pretty much confined to bed for a week or two, and was going to require assistance with eating, bathing and toileting. For a divorced dad, it was going to be a challenge, but I love my kid and I wanted to be around as much as possible to help him. I managed to get two weeks worth of afternoons off from the ad agency I worked for, and I hired a retired nurse to handle the mornings. It seemed workable to me. The nurse would take care of Matt's morning toilet calls, get him dressed and feed him breakfast and lunch, and left for the day when I got home a little after noon. The afternoons were easy. Matt would mostly read or watch TV; sometimes I'd join him, other times I did some work in my study. Sometimes I'd fixed Matt a snack, check his emails for him, or help him drink a lukewarm tea. He was a bit bored and obviously felt a bit house-bound, but he seldom complained. Some afternoons and evenings his mates would drop by for a while and I enjoyed hearing him laugh as he caught up with what was happening in the outside world. The toilet stuff was easy; I walk him to the toilet, slip his track suit pants and boxers down and hold his cock while he pissed and then shake it once or twice for him and get him tidied up. I know he found it embarrassing but he realized there was no other way, and I think he realized it was better to suffer an indignity in front of dad than some middle-aged nurse. Not like I hadn't seen his cock before, although I hadn't had my hand around it before. Since he didn't like the thought of the nurse washing his body, we'd decided that each night before he was about to turn in I'd give him a sponge bath. Getting him undressed was relatively easy. I only had to slide off a shirt, tracksuit pants and boxers. That first night home from the doctor's I was surprised to realize how much Matt had filled out. I'd seen him naked from time to time through the shower screen and occasionally saw everything when he'd fallen asleep naked on a hot night, and needed to be covered with a sheet. But I hadn't been this up-close to my naked son since he was a young kid. His years of team ball sports had left him with a fantastic physique and his love of the sun and surf had given him a healthy tan which seemed intensified in contrast to the snowy white skin that was covered by his Speedos. Puberty had well and truly set in. He had a healthy bush of black hair under his arms, and an impressive treasure trail that ran from his belly button to the start of his pubes and then fanned out and around his junk. It was only recently that he'd really started to really notice girls, and how they looked at him. For the first time he was starting to look. He hadn't had a real girlfriend yet, but it was only a matter of time. And there was no question he was going to be popular with them, too, for gone was the little pee-wee from his early years and in its place a cock that looked to be around five inches soft, resting on a set of truly impressive balls hanging loosely in a mostly hair-free sac. His build was quite like mine at the same age, although I had hair on my chest, and while I never felt I had anything to regret in the cock department, I swear Matt had a bigger dick than I did at 17. I'd set up a basin of warm soapy water and have Matt lie on his sheets on his stomach. I'd take a face washer and start by washing his back and the back of his arms, before moving to his slightly spread legs and feet. Matt's feet had always been ticklish and we'd both end up laughing as he wriggled and squirmed while I washed between his toes. I'd rinse the cloth and wash his toned butt cheeks before slipping my hand between and washing his ass crack, trying not to take too long running it over his hole. We'd both take a breather and then I'd help him roll over and, after rinsing the cloth again, I'd wash Matt's handsome face, cleaning his forehead and cheeks and behind his ears, before sponging his neck. Then I'd run the cloth over his chest and abs, cleaning in circles down to the start of his treasure trail. Then down both legs to his feet and more squirming as his toes got washed a second time. The cloth was rinsed and, because there was no avoiding it, it was time to tackle the `tackle'. I'd wrap my hand in the warm cloth and slowly wash his low hanging balls, unavoidably squeezing them as I wiped the sweat from them. And then I'd pick his cock up and squeeze it gently so that water ran over and down it. That first night, Matt sprang a boner and it was hard to know who was more embarrassed. I'd glimpsed his stiff cock before, those mornings when he wouldn't wake for school and I'd pull the covers off him and be greeted by morning wood. But I'd certainly not been this close to it before. And I realized for the first time that my son had me beat. Hard, my cock's a good 7.5 inches, and Matt was certainly at least an inch longer and definitely a bit thicker. That's me boy! Nothing was said that first night, and I knew Matt just wanted to wash over and done with so he could bury his head in his pillow and pretend he hadn't chubbed up in front of his dad. But, typical of teenage boys, it wasn't going to go away. Sure enough, all week his erection made a nightly appearance during his sponge bath. I knew he felt uncomfortable so I tried to keep it light. The second night, I tried to assure him it was okay and that it was bound to happen with someone touching him this intimately. I made corny jokes, like "clearly you're glad to see me, Matt" and "don't you need a license for a weapon that size?". He'd laugh at my lame humour but he wasn't relaxed. It was only last night that the penny dropped. The ritual was the same as every other night, only this time he hesitated before he rolled on to his back, trying to delay lying face-up as long as possible. When he did roll over, I realized why he was stalling for time. His cock was already hard and throbbing, without my having washed anywhere near it. He dealt with his embarrassment by closing his eyes, and I sponged his face, chest and legs before taking the warm cloth to his ball bag and then quickly wiped his stuff dick, which pulsed in my hand. One I'd finished he opened his eyes and looked at me and, trying once more to lighten the mood, I smirked as I nodded at his cock and said "good to see the family jewels are in good hands!". Without thinking he replied, "I wish they were in your hands." His face instantly turned beet red and I knew he regretted his words. I hoped my face showed no reaction, as I cleared away the wash basin and pulled up his pajama pants. I smiled at him as I covered him with his quilt, tousled his hair and kissed him on the forehead. "Goodnight Matt," I said. In an effort to diffuse his embarrassment, I asked "Should I leave the light on?" Surprised, Matt replied "No, why?" "Easier to sleep with a light on than a hard on", I said, and I heard a small groan before he turned on his side to sleep. As I walked downstairs, it dawned on me that his injuries had left him unable to have a wank which, for a 17-year-old testosterone charged kid, was tantamount to purgatory. Of course I knew he jacked off. I learnt that one day when Matt was 13 and I found a wad of soggy tissues under his bed as I cleaned his room. And many times as I passed his closed door on my way to bed at night, I heard the soft squeaking of his mattress, often accompanied by low moans. But it hadn't registered that he probably hadn't blown his load for at least a week. The poor kid. No wonder he was boning up so easily. I poured myself a Bourbon and Coke and drank it as I cleaned up in the kitchen. I locked up downstairs before heading to my bedroom to watch the late news, but my mind kept returning to Matt. Thinking about his predicament had given me my own hard-on and as I gripped it and pumped myself to a very messy climax, I realized just how on edge Matt must be feeling. Sleep started to overtake me but before I succumbed, I resolved to somehow put Matt out of his misery. ***** I woke to the sound of Matt's nurse preparing for the day. I showered and shaved and had some coffee before packing my briefcase for the office. I went to say goodbye to Matt but he was still turned on his side in bed, possibly feigning sleep rather than having to look at me. "I'm off the work now mate," I said, to no response. "See you this afternoon". The morning passed quickly enough and soon I was back in my car heading home. As the nurse left, she remarked that Matt seemed quiet all morning and was still in bed, reading. I made him a fresh bread roll with ham and cheese, poured an orange juice and went upstairs to his room. "Hey buddy, got you something to eat," I said as I walked into his room. "Thanks" came back. That's the thing with teenage boys; once they start talking you can't shut `em up. "After you've eaten, we might get you up and out of bed. I picked up Angels And Demons from the video store on DVD." I left Matt to eat his lunch and early afternoon I helped him out of bed. As he tried to steady himself, I noticed him grimacing. "You're either in pain or you need to piss?" I asked, as Matt looked at his feet. "Come on mate, time to siphon the python". I helped Matt shuffle to his en suite toilet and as he stood on one leg facing the bowl, I stood behind him and lowered his pajama pants. I'd only just lifted his cock when he let forth with a stream of piss that didn't let up for at least 30 seconds. "Shit, you really needed to go," I said as I shook the last drops from his dick, which was starting to swell. I tucked it back in his PJs and helped him to the couch. I got him settled and started the movie for him before deciding once and for all to break the ice. "Mate, I don't want you feeling embarrassed about last night," I said, "I know how you're feeling and what you've been missing out on. I was your age once, remember." For the first time, Matt looked me in the eye and smiled sheepishly. "I know it's hard for you!" I said, and we both cracked up. Nothing like a dick joke to lighten the mood. The awkwardness was gone and my boy was back to his normal self. We watched the movie and Matt dozed while I did some washing and got things ready for dinner. We ate our meal and chatted easily about the week's football matches and what his mates were up to at the weekend. After everything was cleaned away, we played Trivial Pursuit and then watched television until Matt started to yawn. "Come on mate, it's time for bed," I said, as I helped him up and let him rest his weight on me as we maneuvered our way upstairs. Nothing was said as I set up the basin and rinsed a sponge in warm soapy water. I helped Matt take off his pajamas and had him lie naked on his stomach as I washed his back and his legs, before running the cloth over his ass cheeks. He automatically opened his legs a little to give me access to his crack and water dripped onto his balls as I ran the cloth over his hole, causing Matt to stifle a feint moan. I helped him roll over on to his back and this time, instead of sitting on the bed next to him, I lay full down alongside him, propped up on my left elbow, using my right hand to sponge his face, neck and chest, before moving to his legs. And then, the moment of truth. Matt closed his eyes, and while his cock had plumped a little it was still soft as I applied the soapy cloth to his ball bag. When I cupped his cock in my hand to wash it, he was stiff in a matter of seconds. And fuck he was hard. I finished washing it but this time, instead of moving away and tidying up, I stayed lying next to him and asked him questions about his next term and school. Once he was talking, I absent-mindedly began rubbing my right hand lightly up and down his right leg and thigh. I kept him engaged in conversation as my hand continued its light massage and once or twice I deliberately grazed his balls. I could see Matt's eyes widen a little but he continued telling me about his studies and his exam dates. My fingers now bumped his sac each time my hand moved to his groin and by now his cock was rigid. As he talked I looked into his eyes and my mind was clear; I needed to lend him a hand. As he started talking about his plans for his next and final year in school, I lightly grasped his cock and ran my hand from the base to the tip. As soon as I touched him, Matt stopped talking mid sentence and shuddered. I waited a few seconds to see if he was going to freak out, but his stiff cock suddenly pulsated in my hand and I had my answer. He closed his eyes as I slowly jacked him off, applying exactly the same kind of pressure I enjoyed when I'm having a tug. I pumped his dick at a steady pace and was rewarded by soft moans of encouragement, and when I picked up the speed a little, those moans gave ways to grunts and pants. I knew he wouldn't last long and sure enough, he raised his ass slightly off the head and started pumping my fist, and with no warning other than a low guttural roar, the first jet of cum spurted from his cock clear over his head and splattered against his bed head. Then a second, and a third, a fourth and a fifth, like a geyser erupting from his balls and hitting his face and chest. And still there as more, until finally he was spent. With his eyes still closed, his deeply satisfied sigh let me know I'd done the right thing. I squeezed the last drops of semen from his slowly deflating cock before mopping up his seed with the wash cloth. I got off the bed, cleared away the basin and pulled Matt's quilt cover over him. As always, I ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead, and said "Goodnight mate, I think you'll sleep well tonight!" "Thanks Dad," he said, before adding "I'm not sleeping with a light on tonight!". I smiled, and said "Love you kiddo". And as I turned off the light, Matt replied "love you too, Dad". As I headed for own bedroom, I realized I had a problem of my own that required urgent attention. I stripped and stepped into the shower under steamy hot water, hard cock in hand, and after only a few strokes I was emptying my own balls all over the glass wall of the shower. As I hit the sack I smiled, knowing that Matt was sleeping like a baby, having surrendered to post orgasmic slumber. My only concern was how he'd feel in the morning ... ******** Please feel free to email me your comments. marcusis32@live.com