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コメント > “Then show me, father. Show me what it means, TO BE A MAN?” He says with an excitement building in his voice. “I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom.
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Garrett nods to his father. “It was intense. Really intense. We ran so many drills. I am exhausted.” He explains.

He does not answer but tilts his head down in an almost subservient nature to his father. “Was it because of that?” His dad asks as he points a finger towards him. And his midsection.

“See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.” “I don’t wanna jack-off, dad.” He says flabbergasted to his dad as he turns off the tap to the hot and chilly water in the shower.

“That you are, son. You are busting at the seams with your youth and muscles. Rippled from those vigorous physical workouts and stroking sessions. I bet.” His dad says. “You are gonna hafta to take care of that or you are gonna be miserable. You know that son, doncha. You know, I am right.” “Yes, sir.” He says as he straightens up, standing erect as his member pulses to life between his legs, and in his father’s right hand, which are firmly locked on his balls. “Yes, sir, I do.”

“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. His son bucks on the lid as he turns beet red from his carnal machinations.

“You lettin’ the beard grow on your face, I see, son?” His father asks him, as his head bumps up under the chin of his towering son. “Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock.

“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.

“You lettin’ the beard grow on your face, I see, son?” His father asks him, as his head bumps up under the chin of his towering son. “What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad.

“Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock. “That is your cock, son.” His father, says. “…but it does not make you a man. It only makes you a boy with a hard cock in his hand.”

His father rakes the clear juice of his son’s leaking manhood over the boy’s tensed cockhead. “That your jockstrap on the floor next to you, son?” His dad asks.

Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol. “You are grown. Yes. Physically. Yes, my son. But a full man. No! No!” His father, says, sharply. “You have much more to grow, to mature, before you are a man, before you can call yourself. A man.”

“You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says. “That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway.

Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol. Daddy smiled and said, “ that is my good boy. Don’t even want to leave your daddy’s Ripe socks on the floor. That’s the respect I love boy.” I then was told to clean his left foot. “Scrub these whitish paste out in my toenails. I want you to smell and place them in your mouth and let me see.” Daddy commented. It smelled and tasted like Brie cheese. Then I moved my tongue in between daddy’s toes. I cleaned up so well. Just thought I was finished. Daddy said,” the sole is clammy. It has nature feet oil after a whole day in the shoes, you think you finished fag. Keep working on that.”

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. All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed.

“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. “Then show me, father. Show me what it means, TO BE A MAN?” He says with an excitement building in his voice.

“It was intense. Really intense. We ran so many drills. I am exhausted.” He explains. “I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom.

“Damn it, son! Damn it! Damn it, you hit the mirror above the sink!” His father shouts as the bullets of cum shoot forth from his son’s cock and hits the adjacent mirror directly in front of the porcelain bathroom thrown. “I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.”

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