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

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“Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock.

“Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad.

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

He gulps once as his dad mounts more pressure on his balls. Squeezing them.

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

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His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid.

“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.”

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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.

“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.”

He looks down. And then smiles at his dad.

“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.”

He reaches and lets his hand glide over his swelled cock. Tickling the head of his bulbous cock with his rough fingertips which sends electric sparks through him and down to his toes.

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.

The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze.

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

“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.”