DAYS 3
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Brady Back has been beaten up pretty bad by some muggers. He was now laid up in the hospital and had been for over a day. He hated this place, He hated this bed, but what he hated most was that his father had yet to come see him and even more than that he hated that he wanted his father to come see him to feel better. He was an adult, in her thirties after all. But it wasn't too bad, his friend Daniel was taking care of him.
As he lay there trying to nap he realized what he really hated, not being able to shower. Brady was a man who showered three times a day. He was laying here in this bed and hadn't showered in a day now. He just felt gross. He had asked Daniel if he could shower but was told no. A sponge bath was offered but he declined. As he put this out of his mind and started to drift away his door opened.
John Black came through the door and practically leapt at Brady to hug him. He apologized for not being here right away, he just heard the news and came right over. Brady was confused when John said he didn't call, because he knew Kristen had called and left messages, he had heard her do it himself. But that was a discussion for another time. John sat at Brady's bedside and held his hand. It made both men feel better.
"Son, what can I do" John asked, almost pleading. "Get Daniel to let me shower" brady said, deadpan
John pressed the call button and Daniel soon came in. John asked why Brady couldn't shower and Daniel explained it was hospital policy and they were being inspected this week so all rules have to be followed.
"I offered him a sponge bath" Daniel added "I don't want some stranger scrubbing me down" Brady responded. "Ill do it" John stated. "Dad, no. You don't have to" Brady exclaimed, kinda surprised at the offer "Son, ive taken care of you your whole life. From diapers to puke as a teenager and got you through some dark times in rehab. A sponge bath is a cake walk. Get the stuff Daniel" John explained.
Daniel left and soon returned with the stuff. He removed all the monitors from Brady and drew the blinds and shut the door but before he left John asked him to make sure nobody came in so Daniel put a sign on the door not to enter without his permission.
John started to help Brady take his arms out of the hospital dress and remove it. Brady held it at his waste as John tried to pull it. John went ahead and removed it prompting Brady to cover his dick with his hands and be awkward. John smiled at the situation and placed a towel over his crotch. "You know Brady, this isn't the first time ive seen you naked in your adult life if memory does erve correctly" he said, smiling as he flashed back to the two five years ago. "Yeah, dad, I do remember. Thanks for that, really. The detoxing." Brady answered.
John started to use the cloth to clean his sons well defined, muscular chest. He ysed firm pressure but was still gentle. The sexual energy between the two men was rising and both men could feel it. John moved down the his sons even more defined abs and washed them as a moan escaped Bradys lips, bringing a smile to Johns face. John moved Brady forward to get his back but was still having trouble. He helped Brady move forward even more leaving a gap between him and the back of the bed, in the up position. John climbed into the spot and Brady leaned all the way forward touching his toes and John scrubbed his lower back with the wet cloth and dried it with another.
Brady could feel John about to get up so he leaned back trapping him there. John embraced his son and wrapped his arms around him as Brady's back laid into John's chest. John kissed his sons neck and rubbed his thigh as the towel placed over Brady crotch started to tent up. Brady could feel his dads hardening cock on his back as well. What made be weird for most fathers and sons was oddly comforting to these two and they both knew it.
John scooted his son up to be closer with him before removing that cloth he used to cover his son earlier. Brady's nine inch, thick, cut, trimmed penis was standing at full attention and John wrapped his hand around it causing Brady to whimper. John slowly moved his hand up and down as Brady tried to thrust up to speed his father along. But John was going to enjoy this slow ride and Brady's torture.
Brady wanted to beg John to speed it along. He needed john to speed it along. But he kept mum as they were in a hospital and anyone could walk in at anytime. He was biting his lip to stop himself from moaning and begging but didn't know how much longer he could keep it up. John was moving at a medium speed now all the way up and down his cock.
John could tell his son couldn't take much more but he wanted to give him more. He slipped his other hand and started to pull on his sons balls. Before long he moved a finger to Bradys ass and started to poke at his hole. Brady, under his breath, was begging john not to and that just pushed John to pish his finger in as he started to pump his sons cock faster and harder. Brady didn't last longer as he shot all over his chest and body went limp.
John gave him a minute before getting up from behind him and smiling. He kissed his son and picked up the cloth. "Guess we have to start over, huh son?" and all Brady could do was smile and nod.