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コメント > “And you did it with that. Your boner?” His dad asks. “I guess.” “What ya lifting now?” His dad asks as he fidgets on the commode seat. He can feel his hard-on growing in his pants.
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Garrett picks up the pee-stained and cum-leaked jock from the tile floor. “Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock.

Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat. His father rakes the clear juice of his son’s leaking manhood over the boy’s tensed cockhead.

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. He reaches and lets his hand glide over his swelled cock. Tickling the head of his bulbous cock with his rough fingertips which sends electric sparks through him and down to his toes.

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“Was it because of that?” His dad asks as he points a finger towards him. And his midsection. 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.

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“This is what a man looks like, son.” His father says as his pants fall to the floor. From his waist out pops his representation of a 40-year-old-man. And father of two teenage boys. His cock. He is unfazed by the presence of his dad despite his nakedness inside the hot spray of the shower.

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He lifts his head from its bowed stance and looks into the eyes of his father wanting some acknowledgement. “But you didn’t though, did you, son?”

“I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.” “Thinkin’ ‘bout it.” He answers. “I want to show the world that I am a man, like you. Father.”

“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. His dad’s cock does not curve like that of his son, it angles like a fishing rod looking for fish under rushing river waters, from the deep furry patch between the father’s legs.

His father loosens his grip on the full balls of his son as he stands. He can see the spurts of hair that dot the chest of his son. And he can see the heaving and gentle rise and fall of his son’s chest, as he breathes, as his excitement builds. “What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face.

“Yes! Yes! I know you understand.” His father proudly exclaims. “Coach told us. To go beat off. Seeing all those tents in our shorts; he said we should have all been working out naked. Our shorts weren’t covering up, anything, as our cock’s periscoped out and over the elastic waistbands of our shorts.” He says to his dad as he steps from the shower.

“Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock. 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.

“Stoke your cock while you sniff that jock.” “You have not fucked, have you, my son? Have you?” His father asks, as he readjusts the cock covered and swelling in his khaki pants. “I thought as much.”

“I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom. “Dad! Dad!” His son says in a straining voice. “Release me?”

“Last I measured, I was nearly eight inches, dad. Maybe more. I may be even bigger, who knows.” He answers nonchalantly. “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!”

“See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.” He lifts his head from its bowed stance and looks into the eyes of his father wanting some acknowledgement.

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“What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks. “Thinkin’ ‘bout it.” He answers. “I want to show the world that I am a man, like you. Father.”