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コメント > “I figured you did.” His father says. “You play on a team, so you know the purpose of teamwork.” He runs the towel through his curl-filled hair, and down over his chest, where the early signs of his manhood sprout like an uneven crop of hairs across his chest that run down to his furry-pillowed crotch. Where the throbbing from his hard-on springs back as the damp towel whips his erection back and forth with each swipe of the now dampened towel.
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“It was intense. Really intense. We ran so many drills. I am exhausted.” He explains. Garrett picks up the pee-stained and cum-leaked jock from the tile floor.

“But you didn’t though, did you, son?” That night, I did a whole spa routine to make sure my skin was soft and my ass was stretched and wet. I was wearing nothing but a jockstrap as I was told. Waiting by the door on fourth. My heartbeat was so fast as my mouth was dry. I heard the footstep approaching. I left the door unlocked as one of the instructions I was received from daddy. He stepped in with his size 10 Christian Loublitine loafer where my eyes were going up from there. When I made eye contact with daddy, daddy slapped me across the face and said, “Bad boy, Where the fuck are your sneakers as I told you to wear tonight.” I was trembling and said in a very low voice, “ sorry daddy I fooooorgot.”

He runs the towel through his curl-filled hair, and down over his chest, where the early signs of his manhood sprout like an uneven crop of hairs across his chest that run down to his furry-pillowed crotch. Where the throbbing from his hard-on springs back as the damp towel whips his erection back and forth with each swipe of the now dampened towel. “But you didn’t though, did you, son?”

“I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom. He does not answer but tilts his head down in an almost subservient nature to his father.

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“I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom. “Was it because of that?” His dad asks as he points a finger towards him. And his midsection.

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His dad’s cock does not curve like that of his son, it angles like a fishing rod looking for fish under rushing river waters, from the deep furry patch between the father’s legs. “What are ya now, by the way?”

“I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.” His father steps into the shower, turning on the water. As he soaks and lathers himself up under the lukewarm stream of water, he fondles his cock and balls. His cock soon mimics that of his son.

I used my teeth to strip off daddy’s black sheer socks. I placed them in my mouth and washed them with my saliva. I swallowed every single sweat and stink from these socks. It takes so well. I rolled them into a ball and stuck them into my jockstrap where my small dick and balls were. “Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock.

“You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says. “What did Coach have to say when he saw all those hard-young cocks in the locker room?” His dad asks.

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. “FUCK! FUCK!” He says, as he loosens the tightened grip on his fleshy-red-tool, while it throbs with its life-giving blood coursing through its many vein-filled region.

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“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.” 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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He is unfazed by the presence of his dad despite his nakedness inside the hot spray of the shower. “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.”

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“Dad! Dad!” His son says in a straining voice. “Release me?” “Yeah. Yessir. Dad.” Garrett mutters.