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“Damn it, son! Damn it! Damn it, you hit the mirror above the sink!” His father shouts as the bullets of cum shoot forth from his son’s cock and hits the adjacent mirror directly in front of the porcelain bathroom thrown.

“Do it!” His dad orders.

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.

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

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

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His father unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the bathroom floor. Where his son is like the mythical David, cast in stone with blonde locks and cherubic face. The father is dark and with a day’s growth of stubble on his face.

“Stoke it, boy! Stroke it! Stroke that beautiful cock!” His father demands as his own cock draws on the wet interior of the glass enclosure shower. “Pound it harder, boy! Pound it harder!”

“Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad.

“I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.”

“Have you fucked, son? Have you fucked? Have you dumped that seed of yours in those balls into a moist hole?” His father asks as he leans forward on the commode-chair. His hand squeezing the bulge growing larger in his tan khakis.

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

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

“Have you fucked, son? Have you fucked? Have you dumped that seed of yours in those balls into a moist hole?” His father asks as he leans forward on the commode-chair. His hand squeezing the bulge growing larger in his tan khakis.

“Was it because of that?” His dad asks as he points a finger towards him. And his midsection.

He looks down. And then smiles at his dad.

“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?”

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

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

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