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コメント > Garrett thinks to himself; he did not wear a jock home from practice. He was ‘going commando.” Is it his older brother’s jock? “Oh, well. “He mumbles to himself as he takes another whiff of the musky scented pouch of the jock. “Stoke your cock while you sniff that jock.”
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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. “Dad! Dad!” His son says in a straining voice. “Release me?”

“That your jockstrap on the floor next to you, son?” His dad asks. “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!”

The one shower after his workout and practice had been a good start. But the walk home had tired him. But the massaging jets of water caressing across his muscular frame takes the weariness from his bones from this stressful day. 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.

“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.” “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.

He runs the towel through his curl-filled hair, and down over his chest, where the early signs of his manhood sprout like an uneven crop of hairs across his chest that run down to his furry-pillowed crotch. Where the throbbing from his hard-on springs back as the damp towel whips his erection back and forth with each swipe of the now dampened towel. Daddy gave me a look implying his shoes are needed to be removed. “Can I take off your loafers, daddy ?” I asked so quietly. He looked at me and nodded. I took off both his loafers and put them away neatly in front of me. Daddy then raised his right leg and stepped on my forehead, pushing me down into his loafers. It is a mixed smell with sweat, testosterone, and leather. I couldn’t help but take a big whiff every time I breathed. “Hands-on the floor” he commanded. He moved his feet from my head to my hands. “Kiss them and make the stink goes away using only your fag tongue.” “Yes sir.”

“It was intense. Really intense. We ran so many drills. I am exhausted.” He explains. “Was it because of that?” His dad asks as he points a finger towards him. And his midsection.

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

“Thinkin’ ‘bout it.” He answers. “I want to show the world that I am a man, like you. Father.” “And you did it with that. Your boner?” His dad asks. “I guess.”

Garrett resumes the fondling of his cock while he takes long drawn-out whiffs from his sweat, piss and cum stained jockstrap. “But you didn’t though, did you, son?”

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. 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.”

“Let me get in there, Garrett.” His father says, as his son steps aside so he can get into the shower enclosure. “Let me get in there, Garrett.” His father says, as his son steps aside so he can get into the shower enclosure.

He does not answer but tilts his head down in an almost subservient nature to his father. “What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks.

He looks down. And then smiles at his dad. 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 rakes the clear juice of his son’s leaking manhood over the boy’s tensed cockhead. “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.

“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. “Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock.

“FUCK! FUCK!” He says, as he loosens the tightened grip on his fleshy-red-tool, while it throbs with its life-giving blood coursing through its many vein-filled region. “My hard-on. Somewhat. But I have them all the time. You know that. You’ve made enough comments about me sportin’ boners in the morning when you see them at breakfast.”

Garrett picks up the pee-stained and cum-leaked jock from the tile floor. His father strokes his own cock in the shower, the dew from his cock mixes with the drops condensing on the glass.

Сертифицированный судебный эксперт по вопросам пожарно-технической экспертизы и член республиканской Палаты судебных экспертов РК.

В моей практике исследовались возгорания в легких и грузовых автомобилей, на объектах жилой и коммерческой недвижимости, в зданиях производственного и складского назначения, энергетических установках и иных промышленных объектах.

“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.” “What are ya now, by the way?”