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Garrett picks up the pee-stained and cum-leaked jock from the tile floor.

“I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom.

He looks down. And then smiles at his dad.

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.

“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.”

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

“Dad! Dad!” His son says in a straining voice. “Release me?”

“This is what a man looks like, son.” His father says as his pants fall to the floor. From his waist out pops his representation of a 40-year-old-man. And father of two teenage boys. His cock.

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

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

“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.”

The pre-cum leaks, like a babbling brook, from the boy’s erect and pulsing cock, depositing its tiny droplets of juice onto the arm-hairs of his proud father. His father squeezes the nuts of his son, tighter and tighter, releasing more of the youthful essence.

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

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

“What are ya now, by the way?”

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

Garrett thinks to himself; he did not wear a jock home from practice. He was ‘going commando.” Is it his older brother’s jock? “Oh, well. “He mumbles to himself as he takes another whiff of the musky scented pouch of the jock.

“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.”

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