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“Let me get in there, Garrett.” His father says, as his son steps aside so he can get into the shower enclosure.

“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.

“I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.”

Daddy gave me a look implying his shoes are needed to be removed. “Can I take off your loafers, daddy ?” I asked so quietly. He looked at me and nodded. I took off both his loafers and put them away neatly in front of me. Daddy then raised his right leg and stepped on my forehead, pushing me down into his loafers. It is a mixed smell with sweat, testosterone, and leather. I couldn’t help but take a big whiff every time I breathed. “Hands-on the floor” he commanded. He moved his feet from my head to my hands. “Kiss them and make the stink goes away using only your fag tongue.” “Yes sir.”

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.

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

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

Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol.

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

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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.”

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

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.

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

The sound of the shower echoes throughout the empty house. The bathroom door is open. He knows he has privacy. He is alone. No older brother. No father. Or mother. It is just him.

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

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

“Back in the day, back before we turned into a modern society, a man would grab another man’s balls and swear an oath on them in his hand and state his words to be true. To be a friend” His father says. “Do you know what I mean, son?”