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

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

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.

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.

“Do it!” His dad orders.

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Garrett nods his head as he wraps the jock over his head, and takes a hearty breathe of the pouch placed over his nose.

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

That night, I did a whole spa routine to make sure my skin was soft and my ass was stretched and wet. I was wearing nothing but a jockstrap as I was told. Waiting by the door on fourth. My heartbeat was so fast as my mouth was dry. I heard the footstep approaching. I left the door unlocked as one of the instructions I was received from daddy. He stepped in with his size 10 Christian Loublitine loafer where my eyes were going up from there. When I made eye contact with daddy, daddy slapped me across the face and said, “Bad boy, Where the fuck are your sneakers as I told you to wear tonight.” I was trembling and said in a very low voice, “ sorry daddy I fooooorgot.”

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

“Yeah.” He answers his dad. “…and I was ‘going commando’ too.”

“That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway.

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.

Exactly a week after, daddy texted me with a different tone saying, “ get your ass ready tonight cause daddy is coming to your place tonight.” He was usually really sweet and nice, I was shot when I got the message. But automatically I said, “ yes daddy!” I guess I am a slutty whore for him right at the beginning as I knew my place where is always going to be inferior.

“Lookin’ good, son. Lookin’ good.” His dad says over the stream of the warm cleansing water as it caresses his mature man body.

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

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

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

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