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コメント > “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.”
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“What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks.

“See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.”

“I don’t wanna jack-off, dad.” He says flabbergasted to his dad as he turns off the tap to the hot and chilly water in the shower.

“That your jockstrap on the floor next to you, son?” His dad asks.

“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.

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

“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.”

His father strokes his own cock in the shower, the dew from his cock mixes with the drops condensing on the glass.

“That’s it! That’s it! That’s it!” His father bellows.

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

“What are you now, son?”

“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.

Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat.

“Stoke your cock while you sniff that jock.”

“Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock.

“What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face.

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.

“I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.”

“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.