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“Coach told us. To go beat off. Seeing all those tents in our shorts; he said we should have all been working out naked. Our shorts weren’t covering up, anything, as our cock’s periscoped out and over the elastic waistbands of our shorts.” He says to his dad as he steps from the shower.

“You lettin’ the beard grow on your face, I see, son?” His father asks him, as his head bumps up under the chin of his towering son.

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.

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

“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.”

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.

“What are you now, son?”

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

“And you did it with that. Your boner?” His dad asks. “I guess.”

“Pick it up and smell the crotch.” His dad says.

“But you didn’t though, did you, son?”

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

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

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

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

“Then show me, father. Show me what it means, TO BE A MAN?” He says with an excitement building in his voice.

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

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

Daddy was furious as I could hear his deep breath. He sat down on the bench by the door. I was looking down afraid he was going to kick my ass. He lifted my head from my chin using the tip of his loafer where I can smell that smelly sheer socks he has been worn all day. Just when our eyes met, a big stinky manly wad landed on my face. Then I felt a big rough hand rubbing the spit all over my face. I heard the daddy say, “ next time remember what I told you exactly, I don’t want this to happen again, you hear me? I paused and said, “ yeeee…”. Before I finished the sentence, another spit and a big slap on me. “ when I told you something you must say yes. There is no room for you to argue or think, understood?” He said in a deep and firm tone. “ yes sir”. Without missing a beep I said it. “good boy, your night is just about to start.”