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コメント > All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed. “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.”
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“What are you now, son?” “Have you fucked, son? Have you fucked? Have you dumped that seed of yours in those balls into a moist hole?” His father asks as he leans forward on the commode-chair. His hand squeezing the bulge growing larger in his tan khakis.

“What ya lifting now?” His dad asks as he fidgets on the commode seat. He can feel his hard-on growing in his pants. “What are ya now, by the way?”

Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol. “What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face.

“What are ya now, by the way?” “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.”

“See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.” “That you are, son. You are busting at the seams with your youth and muscles. Rippled from those vigorous physical workouts and stroking sessions. I bet.” His dad says. “You are gonna hafta to take care of that or you are gonna be miserable. You know that son, doncha. You know, I am right.”

His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid. “Yeah.” He answers his dad. “…and I was ‘going commando’ too.”

“Pick it up and smell the crotch.” His dad says. 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.” His father kicks the shoes from his feet and slides his khaki pants off, while still holding, the resistant nut-sac of his virile son in his right hand. He is now as naked as his 17-year-old son.

“Was it because of that?” His dad asks as he points a finger towards him. And his midsection. “Thinkin’ ‘bout it.” He answers. “I want to show the world that I am a man, like you. Father.”

“I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.” 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 didn’t move and I didn’t want to move because the smell in there is so toxic. I can smell daddy’s unwashed ass in there. I was also so happy as daddy sat on the toilet to released his scent just for me to sniff. Just when The scent faded away I heard the daddy say, “Come here, boy.” I saw daddy sitting on my couch with nothing but a white brief on. The bulge was staring at me. I knew I was going to be having a wonderful night. He lifts his head from its bowed stance and looks into the eyes of his father wanting some acknowledgement.

Daddy smiled and said, “ that is my good boy. Don’t even want to leave your daddy’s Ripe socks on the floor. That’s the respect I love boy.” I then was told to clean his left foot. “Scrub these whitish paste out in my toenails. I want you to smell and place them in your mouth and let me see.” Daddy commented. It smelled and tasted like Brie cheese. Then I moved my tongue in between daddy’s toes. I cleaned up so well. Just thought I was finished. Daddy said,” the sole is clammy. It has nature feet oil after a whole day in the shoes, you think you finished fag. Keep working on that.” “It was intense. Really intense. We ran so many drills. I am exhausted.” He explains.

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. “It was intense. Really intense. We ran so many drills. I am exhausted.” He explains.

“That’s it! That’s it! That’s it!” His father bellows. Garrett picks up the pee-stained and cum-leaked jock from the tile floor.

“And you did it with that. Your boner?” His dad asks. “I guess.” He looks down. And then smiles at his dad.

“That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway. “What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face.

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“I figured you did.” His father says. “You play on a team, so you know the purpose of teamwork.” “Thinkin’ ‘bout it.” He answers. “I want to show the world that I am a man, like you. Father.”

“I figured you did.” His father says. “You play on a team, so you know the purpose of teamwork.” “Yes! Yes! I know you understand.” His father proudly exclaims.

“Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad. The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze.