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コメント > “Damn it, son! Damn it! Damn it, you hit the mirror above the sink!” His father shouts as the bullets of cum shoot forth from his son’s cock and hits the adjacent mirror directly in front of the porcelain bathroom thrown. “And you did it with that. Your boner?” His dad asks. “I guess.”
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His bare ass melts to the lid of the toilet bowl. He sweats from the steam and the exertions from his continued pounding of the fierceness of his cock. He wiggles as his ass opens, squeaking on the plastic surface of the thrown lid, as he takes whiffs from the cum soaked pouch of the jock that covers his face. “Stoke your cock while you sniff that jock.”

“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 bare ass melts to the lid of the toilet bowl. He sweats from the steam and the exertions from his continued pounding of the fierceness of his cock. He wiggles as his ass opens, squeaking on the plastic surface of the thrown lid, as he takes whiffs from the cum soaked pouch of the jock that covers his face.

“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 say anything in response to his father as his cock continues pulsing and jumping as the blood engorges his youthful cock more. And more.

“What are you now, son?” “What did Coach have to say when he saw all those hard-young cocks in the locker room?” His dad asks.

He is unfazed by the presence of his dad despite his nakedness inside the hot spray of the shower. “What are you now, son?”

“I’m am nearly 6 foot 2 inches tall, dad. I weigh 210 lbs. I think, dad. At least I was the last time we were weighed at football practice.” The son says. “Much bigger than you, I should say.” “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.”

“It was intense. Really intense. We ran so many drills. I am exhausted.” He explains. He is unfazed by the presence of his dad despite his nakedness inside the hot spray of the shower.

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“Then, what is this, father.” He says as he wrestles his cock in a fierce grip and squeezes it like he is fighting against a serpent unleashed from its coil. 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.

“What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks. He is unfazed by the presence of his dad despite his nakedness inside the hot spray of the shower.

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. 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.

All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed. “That your jockstrap on the floor next to you, son?” His dad asks.

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“What did Coach have to say when he saw all those hard-young cocks in the locker room?” His dad asks. “I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.”

“That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway. 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.

The one shower after his workout and practice had been a good start. But the walk home had tired him. But the massaging jets of water caressing across his muscular frame takes the weariness from his bones from this stressful day. “And you did it with that. Your boner?” His dad asks. “I guess.”

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“Last I measured, I was nearly eight inches, dad. Maybe more. I may be even bigger, who knows.” He answers nonchalantly. “Dad! Dad!” His son says in a straining voice. “Release me?”

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