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“That your jockstrap on the floor next to you, son?” His dad asks. His bare ass melts to the lid of the toilet bowl. He sweats from the steam and the exertions from his continued pounding of the fierceness of his cock. He wiggles as his ass opens, squeaking on the plastic surface of the thrown lid, as he takes whiffs from the cum soaked pouch of the jock that covers his face.

“What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face. “Stoke it, boy! Stroke it! Stroke that beautiful cock!” His father demands as his own cock draws on the wet interior of the glass enclosure shower. “Pound it harder, boy! Pound it harder!”

“Have you fucked, son? Have you fucked? Have you dumped that seed of yours in those balls into a moist hole?” His father asks as he leans forward on the commode-chair. His hand squeezing the bulge growing larger in his tan khakis. “I managed to lift nearly two hundred today. I believe.” He explains. “But I strained a lot to do it. I was moaning. Groaning.”

He looks down. And then smiles at his dad. He dries himself but his throbbing cock continues to pulse as it grows harder because of his youth. The sensation intensifies. The feeling is wonderful. He can hear his cock throbbing in his ears.

He gulps once as his dad mounts more pressure on his balls. Squeezing them. “Thinkin’ ‘bout it.” He answers. “I want to show the world that I am a man, like you. Father.”

“Let me get in there, Garrett.” His father says, as his son steps aside so he can get into the shower enclosure. “Dad! Dad!” His son says in a straining voice. “Release me?”

His father unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the bathroom floor. Where his son is like the mythical David, cast in stone with blonde locks and cherubic face. The father is dark and with a day’s growth of stubble on his face. Garrett nods to his father.

His father kicks the shoes from his feet and slides his khaki pants off, while still holding, the resistant nut-sac of his virile son in his right hand. He is now as naked as his 17-year-old son. “Do it!” His dad orders.

“See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.” He does not hear the slamming of the front door. Neither does he hear the footsteps on the wood floor in the hallway. The shower drowns away all this noise.

“Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad. “I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom.

He is unfazed by the presence of his dad despite his nakedness inside the hot spray of the shower. That night, I did a whole spa routine to make sure my skin was soft and my ass was stretched and wet. I was wearing nothing but a jockstrap as I was told. Waiting by the door on fourth. My heartbeat was so fast as my mouth was dry. I heard the footstep approaching. I left the door unlocked as one of the instructions I was received from daddy. He stepped in with his size 10 Christian Loublitine loafer where my eyes were going up from there. When I made eye contact with daddy, daddy slapped me across the face and said, “Bad boy, Where the fuck are your sneakers as I told you to wear tonight.” I was trembling and said in a very low voice, “ sorry daddy I fooooorgot.”

Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat. “Thinkin’ ‘bout it.” He answers. “I want to show the world that I am a man, like you. Father.”

“Thinkin’ ‘bout it.” He answers. “I want to show the world that I am a man, like you. Father.” “Stoke your cock while you sniff that jock.”

“Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock. “That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway.

Garrett picks up the pee-stained and cum-leaked jock from the tile floor. Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol.

Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol. His son bucks on the lid as he turns beet red from his carnal machinations.

“Yes! Yes! I know you understand.” His father proudly exclaims. “Then, what is this, father.” He says as he wrestles his cock in a fierce grip and squeezes it like he is fighting against a serpent unleashed from its coil.

His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid. His father’s words are what he hears when he erupts. His cum streaming like liquid threads from the pee-hole of his rigid cock.

“Dad! Dad!” His son says in a straining voice. “Release me?” He lifts his head from its bowed stance and looks into the eyes of his father wanting some acknowledgement.

“I am fully grown now, Father.” He says in a heated rebuttal to his father’s words. “Once you plant that cock of yours in some squirmy hole and empty those warm balls of yours into a moist wet hole. Then you are on your way to becoming a man, and only then will you, come-of-age. But it is only a step onto the winding pathway towards manhood. It is my job to teach you what it means to be a man.” His father stands as he finishes his sentence. Loosening his belt and pulling his shirt out from the tucked confines of his pants.