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All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed. Garrett nods his head as he wraps the jock over his head, and takes a hearty breathe of the pouch placed over his nose.

Garrett nods his head as he wraps the jock over his head, and takes a hearty breathe of the pouch placed over his nose. He looks down. And then smiles at his dad.

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“I look forward to the day when you are a fully grown man, my son.” His father says. “I am anxious to see the fruit of my loins reach his fully-adorned manhood. Adulthood.” Exactly a week after, daddy texted me with a different tone saying, “ get your ass ready tonight cause daddy is coming to your place tonight.” He was usually really sweet and nice, I was shot when I got the message. But automatically I said, “ yes daddy!” I guess I am a slutty whore for him right at the beginning as I knew my place where is always going to be inferior.

“Yeah. Yessir. Dad.” Garrett mutters. “I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.”

“Stoke your cock while you sniff that jock.” 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.

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. “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.

The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze. “What are ya now, by the way?”

Daddy was furious as I could hear his deep breath. He sat down on the bench by the door. I was looking down afraid he was going to kick my ass. He lifted my head from my chin using the tip of his loafer where I can smell that smelly sheer socks he has been worn all day. Just when our eyes met, a big stinky manly wad landed on my face. Then I felt a big rough hand rubbing the spit all over my face. I heard the daddy say, “ next time remember what I told you exactly, I don’t want this to happen again, you hear me? I paused and said, “ yeeee…”. Before I finished the sentence, another spit and a big slap on me. “ when I told you something you must say yes. There is no room for you to argue or think, understood?” He said in a deep and firm tone. “ yes sir”. Without missing a beep I said it. “good boy, your night is just about to start.” “What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad.

“I’m am nearly 6 foot 2 inches tall, dad. I weigh 210 lbs. I think, dad. At least I was the last time we were weighed at football practice.” The son says. “Much bigger than you, I should say.” “Pick it up and smell the crotch.” His dad says.

Garrett nods his head as he wraps the jock over his head, and takes a hearty breathe of the pouch placed over his nose. “What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks.

Daddy was furious as I could hear his deep breath. He sat down on the bench by the door. I was looking down afraid he was going to kick my ass. He lifted my head from my chin using the tip of his loafer where I can smell that smelly sheer socks he has been worn all day. Just when our eyes met, a big stinky manly wad landed on my face. Then I felt a big rough hand rubbing the spit all over my face. I heard the daddy say, “ next time remember what I told you exactly, I don’t want this to happen again, you hear me? I paused and said, “ yeeee…”. Before I finished the sentence, another spit and a big slap on me. “ when I told you something you must say yes. There is no room for you to argue or think, understood?” He said in a deep and firm tone. “ yes sir”. Without missing a beep I said it. “good boy, your night is just about to start.” His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid.

“I knew ya couldn’t keep your hands off it.” His dad says. “Men can’t do it, we are drawn to our cocks, like a moth to a flame, and usually that burning sensation that a man feels is the cum boiling up in our balls. You know that feelin’ doncha son?” He looks down. And then smiles at his dad.

“Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock. “But you didn’t though, did you, son?”

His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid. “I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.”

“Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad. I didn’t move and I didn’t want to move because the smell in there is so toxic. I can smell daddy’s unwashed ass in there. I was also so happy as daddy sat on the toilet to released his scent just for me to sniff. Just when The scent faded away I heard the daddy say, “Come here, boy.” I saw daddy sitting on my couch with nothing but a white brief on. The bulge was staring at me. I knew I was going to be having a wonderful night.

Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat. His father strokes his own cock in the shower, the dew from his cock mixes with the drops condensing on the glass.

“What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks. 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.

His father strokes his own cock in the shower, the dew from his cock mixes with the drops condensing on the glass. “I am fully grown now, Father.” He says in a heated rebuttal to his father’s words.

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