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コメント > “That is your cock, son.” His father, says. “…but it does not make you a man. It only makes you a boy with a hard cock in his hand.”
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“What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face.

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

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

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

“But you didn’t though, did you, son?”

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

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.

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

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

“I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom.

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

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

“Yes! Yes! I know you understand.” His father proudly exclaims.

“That is your cock, son.” His father, says. “…but it does not make you a man. It only makes you a boy with a hard cock in his hand.”

Daddy was furious as I could hear his deep breath. He sat down on the bench by the door. I was looking down afraid he was going to kick my ass. He lifted my head from my chin using the tip of his loafer where I can smell that smelly sheer socks he has been worn all day. Just when our eyes met, a big stinky manly wad landed on my face. Then I felt a big rough hand rubbing the spit all over my face. I heard the daddy say, “ next time remember what I told you exactly, I don’t want this to happen again, you hear me? I paused and said, “ yeeee…”. Before I finished the sentence, another spit and a big slap on me. “ when I told you something you must say yes. There is no room for you to argue or think, understood?” He said in a deep and firm tone. “ yes sir”. Without missing a beep I said it. “good boy, your night is just about to start.”

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

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

“What did Coach have to say when he saw all those hard-young cocks in the locker room?” His dad asks.