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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. “Pick it up and smell the crotch.” His dad says.

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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. “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.

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“What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad. Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat.

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