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“Yes! Yes! I know you understand.” His father proudly exclaims. The pre-cum leaks, like a babbling brook, from the boy’s erect and pulsing cock, depositing its tiny droplets of juice onto the arm-hairs of his proud father. His father squeezes the nuts of his son, tighter and tighter, releasing more of the youthful essence.

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“Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock. “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.

“Coach told us. To go beat off. Seeing all those tents in our shorts; he said we should have all been working out naked. Our shorts weren’t covering up, anything, as our cock’s periscoped out and over the elastic waistbands of our shorts.” He says to his dad as he steps from the shower. “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 managed to lift nearly two hundred today. I believe.” He explains. “But I strained a lot to do it. I was moaning. Groaning.” “See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.”

“Then show me, father. Show me what it means, TO BE A MAN?” He says with an excitement building in his voice. “Last I measured, I was nearly eight inches, dad. Maybe more. I may be even bigger, who knows.” He answers nonchalantly.

Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol. “That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway.

“See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.” “Was it because of that?” His dad asks as he points a finger towards him. And his midsection.

“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.” “Yes, sir.” He says as he straightens up, standing erect as his member pulses to life between his legs, and in his father’s right hand, which are firmly locked on his balls. “Yes, sir, I do.”

“But you didn’t though, did you, son?” “What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad.

“You have not fucked, have you, my son? Have you?” His father asks, as he readjusts the cock covered and swelling in his khaki pants. “I thought as much.” 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.”

“That is your cock, son.” His father, says. “…but it does not make you a man. It only makes you a boy with a hard cock in his hand.” “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!”

His father unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the bathroom floor. Where his son is like the mythical David, cast in stone with blonde locks and cherubic face. The father is dark and with a day’s growth of stubble on his face. “I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.”

After I serve daddy’s left one, I was about to move to the right foot. While He stopped me, stood up, and walked towards the couch, he said “Crawling right after me.” I followed daddy. My nose was where daddy’s ass was. I was staring at that crotch while I was crawling, and I didn’t realize daddy stopped one of a sudden in front of the bathroom. My nose is slightly right into that dreaming ass crack. All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed.

“Yes! Yes! I know you understand.” His father proudly exclaims. His father rakes the clear juice of his son’s leaking manhood over the boy’s tensed cockhead.

“I figured you did.” His father says. “You play on a team, so you know the purpose of teamwork.” “Dad! Dad!” His son says in a straining voice. “Release me?”

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