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コメント > “You are grown. Yes. Physically. Yes, my son. But a full man. No! No!” His father, says, sharply. “You have much more to grow, to mature, before you are a man, before you can call yourself. A man.” Garrett nods his head as he wraps the jock over his head, and takes a hearty breathe of the pouch placed over his nose.
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“Pick it up and smell the crotch.” His dad says. “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.”

“Yeah, dad, it’s me.” He shouts over the blistering rush of the shower spray as it pelts him hotly with force. “It was a rough practice.” “I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom.

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Garrett picks up the pee-stained and cum-leaked jock from the tile floor. “What ya lifting now?” His dad asks as he fidgets on the commode seat. He can feel his hard-on growing in his pants.

“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.” “You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says.

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“I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.” “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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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. “Yes! Yes! I know you understand.” His father proudly exclaims.

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“But you didn’t though, did you, son?” “It was intense. Really intense. We ran so many drills. I am exhausted.” He explains.

“Last I measured, I was nearly eight inches, dad. Maybe more. I may be even bigger, who knows.” He answers nonchalantly. “You guys jerk off together, these days?” His dad asks, “Back when I was in high school me and several of my friends would jerk-off in our trucks in the parking lot. We were so horny we could barely sit in our seats. You ever do that Garrett?”

“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.” “What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad.

“Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock. “Let me get in there, Garrett.” His father says, as his son steps aside so he can get into the shower enclosure.

His son bucks on the lid as he turns beet red from his carnal machinations. Garrett nods to his father.