He does not answer but tilts his head down in an almost subservient nature to his father. “Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock.
“Do it!” His dad orders. 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.
He reaches and lets his hand glide over his swelled cock. Tickling the head of his bulbous cock with his rough fingertips which sends electric sparks through him and down to his toes. “Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock.
“What did Coach have to say when he saw all those hard-young cocks in the locker room?” His dad asks. “You are grown. Yes. Physically. Yes, my son. But a full man. No! No!” His father, says, sharply. “You have much more to grow, to mature, before you are a man, before you can call yourself. A man.”
He does not answer but tilts his head down in an almost subservient nature to his father. “Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock.
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“Do it!” His dad orders. 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.
He reaches and lets his hand glide over his swelled cock. Tickling the head of his bulbous cock with his rough fingertips which sends electric sparks through him and down to his toes. “Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock.
“What did Coach have to say when he saw all those hard-young cocks in the locker room?” His dad asks. “You are grown. Yes. Physically. Yes, my son. But a full man. No! No!” His father, says, sharply. “You have much more to grow, to mature, before you are a man, before you can call yourself. A man.”
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“What are you now, son?” “Dad! Dad!” His son says in a straining voice. “Release me?”