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His father rakes the clear juice of his son’s leaking manhood over the boy’s tensed cockhead.

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

All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed.

Garrett resumes the fondling of his cock while he takes long drawn-out whiffs from his sweat, piss and cum stained jockstrap.

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

“I am fully grown now, Father.” He says in a heated rebuttal to his father’s words.

“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.”

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

“Thinkin’ ‘bout it.” He answers. “I want to show the world that I am a man, like you. Father.”

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

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

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.

“Yeah. Yessir. Dad.” Garrett mutters.

His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid.

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

“It was intense. Really intense. We ran so many drills. I am exhausted.” He explains.

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.

“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.”

Garrett can see what his father is doing, unconsciously his hands moves to his cock. He strokes the length of his tool with his left hand while he teases the blistering red crown with the fingertips of his right hand. The lightning of his cool fingertips sends sparks through every nerve in his body.