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コメント > “You lettin’ the beard grow on your face, I see, son?” His father asks him, as his head bumps up under the chin of his towering son.
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“Pick it up and smell the crotch.” His dad says.

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

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

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

Garrett nods to his father.

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

“You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says.

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

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

“FUCK! FUCK!” He says, as he loosens the tightened grip on his fleshy-red-tool, while it throbs with its life-giving blood coursing through its many vein-filled region.

“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.”

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

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

“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.”

Daddy smiled and said, “ that is my good boy. Don’t even want to leave your daddy’s Ripe socks on the floor. That’s the respect I love boy.” I then was told to clean his left foot. “Scrub these whitish paste out in my toenails. I want you to smell and place them in your mouth and let me see.” Daddy commented. It smelled and tasted like Brie cheese. Then I moved my tongue in between daddy’s toes. I cleaned up so well. Just thought I was finished. Daddy said,” the sole is clammy. It has nature feet oil after a whole day in the shoes, you think you finished fag. Keep working on that.”

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

“I don’t wanna jack-off, dad.” He says flabbergasted to his dad as he turns off the tap to the hot and chilly water in the shower.

“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.

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