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コメント > He reaches and lets his hand glide over his swelled cock. Tickling the head of his bulbous cock with his rough fingertips which sends electric sparks through him and down to his toes. 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.
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“What ya lifting now?” His dad asks as he fidgets on the commode seat. He can feel his hard-on growing in his pants. “I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.”

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. “I managed to lift nearly two hundred today. I believe.” He explains. “But I strained a lot to do it. I was moaning. Groaning.”

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“Then, what is this, father.” He says as he wrestles his cock in a fierce grip and squeezes it like he is fighting against a serpent unleashed from its coil. He does not answer but tilts his head down in an almost subservient nature to his father.

He looks down. And then smiles at his dad. “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?”

“Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad. “Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad.

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

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He is unfazed by the presence of his dad despite his nakedness inside the hot spray of the shower. He looks down. And then smiles at his dad.

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“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.” “What are ya now, by the way?”

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“Let me get in there, Garrett.” His father says, as his son steps aside so he can get into the shower enclosure. Garrett resumes the fondling of his cock while he takes long drawn-out whiffs from his sweat, piss and cum stained jockstrap.

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“And you did it with that. Your boner?” His dad asks. “I guess.” Garrett nods his head as he wraps the jock over his head, and takes a hearty breathe of the pouch placed over his nose.