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

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

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

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

“You guys jerk off together, these days?” His dad asks, “Back when I was in high school me and several of my friends would jerk-off in our trucks in the parking lot. We were so horny we could barely sit in our seats. You ever do that Garrett?”

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

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

“What ya lifting now?” His dad asks as he fidgets on the commode seat. He can feel his hard-on growing in his pants.

“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.

I didn’t move and I didn’t want to move because the smell in there is so toxic. I can smell daddy’s unwashed ass in there. I was also so happy as daddy sat on the toilet to released his scent just for me to sniff. Just when The scent faded away I heard the daddy say, “Come here, boy.” I saw daddy sitting on my couch with nothing but a white brief on. The bulge was staring at me. I knew I was going to be having a wonderful night.

“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.

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

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

“Then, what is this, father.” He says as he wrestles his cock in a fierce grip and squeezes it like he is fighting against a serpent unleashed from its coil.

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

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.

He gulps once as his dad mounts more pressure on his balls. Squeezing them.

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.

He reaches for and cups the wiggling low hangers of his teenage son.