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コメント > “What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad. “I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.”
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Garrett picks up the pee-stained and cum-leaked jock from the tile floor. “I figured you did.” His father says. “You play on a team, so you know the purpose of teamwork.”

“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. His father steps into the shower, turning on the water. As he soaks and lathers himself up under the lukewarm stream of water, he fondles his cock and balls. His cock soon mimics that of his son.

“Back in the day, back before we turned into a modern society, a man would grab another man’s balls and swear an oath on them in his hand and state his words to be true. To be a friend” His father says. “Do you know what I mean, son?” He gulps once as his dad mounts more pressure on his balls. Squeezing them.

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“I figured you did.” His father says. “You play on a team, so you know the purpose of teamwork.” “What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks.

“That your jockstrap on the floor next to you, son?” His dad asks. His father steps into the shower, turning on the water. As he soaks and lathers himself up under the lukewarm stream of water, he fondles his cock and balls. His cock soon mimics that of his son.

“You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says. Garrett picks up the pee-stained and cum-leaked jock from the tile floor.

“I am fully grown now, Father.” He says in a heated rebuttal to his father’s words. The sound of the shower echoes throughout the empty house. The bathroom door is open. He knows he has privacy. He is alone. No older brother. No father. Or mother. It is just him.

“Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock. All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed.

His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid. Garrett nods to his father.

“Dad! Dad!” His son says in a straining voice. “Release me?” “Back in the day, back before we turned into a modern society, a man would grab another man’s balls and swear an oath on them in his hand and state his words to be true. To be a friend” His father says. “Do you know what I mean, son?”

He lifts his head from its bowed stance and looks into the eyes of his father wanting some acknowledgement. “Yeah.” He answers his dad. “…and I was ‘going commando’ too.”

“That’s it! That’s it! That’s it!” His father bellows. “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’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.” All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed.

“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 does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol.

“Do it!” His dad orders. “I am fully grown now, Father.” He says in a heated rebuttal to his father’s words.

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

“Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock. “Yeah.” He answers his dad. “…and I was ‘going commando’ too.”

“Lookin’ good, son. Lookin’ good.” His dad says over the stream of the warm cleansing water as it caresses his mature man body. I was surprised He wasn’t angry. He said,” boy you wait here, I am going to the bathroom.” He closed the door. He must sit on the toilet with pants down because I heard him losing the belt but didn’t hear him peeing. After a while, he called my name,” get in here ass sniffing slut.” I opened the door and crawled to the side of daddy. Daddy was still sitting on the toilet. . Just when I was confused why he sat that and did nothing. He stood up and pulled his pants up. I did take a peep of daddy’s huge uncut Middle Eastern dick. Half hard like 7inches already. While he was doing that, he grabbed my hair pushed right into the toilet, and closed the lid. “ smell my ass from there boy when it is still fresh.” He paused and continued, “ Don’t move.”

“Yeah.” He answers his dad. “…and I was ‘going commando’ too.” 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.