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“What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad. “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.”

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“See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.” 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.

“Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock. “Stoke your cock while you sniff that jock.”

“Yeah. Yessir. Dad.” Garrett mutters. “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?”

“I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom. “Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock.

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

The now lukewarm water streams through the curls of his hair rinsing away the last vestiges of the soapy lather. It all goes down the drain in a swirl of bubbles. “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.

“Let me get in there, Garrett.” His father says, as his son steps aside so he can get into the shower enclosure. “Was it because of that?” His dad asks as he points a finger towards him. And his midsection.

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He does not answer but tilts his head down in an almost subservient nature to his father. “Thinkin’ ‘bout it.” He answers. “I want to show the world that I am a man, like you. Father.”

“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.

“That your jockstrap on the floor next to you, son?” His dad asks. “I figured you did.” His father says. “You play on a team, so you know the purpose of teamwork.”

“What are you now, son?” He is unfazed by the presence of his dad despite his nakedness inside the hot spray of the shower.

“And you did it with that. Your boner?” His dad asks. “I guess.” 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 you now, son?” “I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.”

“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. “I ain’t a-talking ‘bout how big ya cock is, boy. I am talking ‘bout ya, weight. Your height.” His dad says. “I kinda figured on how big you are down there. That’s obvious. It makes me proud of you. My son. Of what I created, along with ya mother.”

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