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

“You have not fucked, have you, my son? Have you?” His father asks, as he readjusts the cock covered and swelling in his khaki pants. “I thought as much.”

After I serve daddy’s left one, I was about to move to the right foot. While He stopped me, stood up, and walked towards the couch, he said “Crawling right after me.” I followed daddy. My nose was where daddy’s ass was. I was staring at that crotch while I was crawling, and I didn’t realize daddy stopped one of a sudden in front of the bathroom. My nose is slightly right into that dreaming ass crack.

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“I knew ya couldn’t keep your hands off it.” His dad says. “Men can’t do it, we are drawn to our cocks, like a moth to a flame, and usually that burning sensation that a man feels is the cum boiling up in our balls. You know that feelin’ doncha son?”

“Do it!” His dad orders.

“Stoke your cock while you sniff that jock.”

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.

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

He does not answer but tilts his head down in an almost subservient nature to his father.

He is unfazed by the presence of his dad despite his nakedness inside the hot spray of the shower.

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

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

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

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

His father’s words are what he hears when he erupts. His cum streaming like liquid threads from the pee-hole of his rigid cock.

“My hard-on. Somewhat. But I have them all the time. You know that. You’ve made enough comments about me sportin’ boners in the morning when you see them at breakfast.”

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

“Yes, sir.” He says as he straightens up, standing erect as his member pulses to life between his legs, and in his father’s right hand, which are firmly locked on his balls. “Yes, sir, I do.”