Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat. The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze.
“See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.” “I am fully grown now, Father.” He says in a heated rebuttal to his father’s words.
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“What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad. He does not hear the slamming of the front door. Neither does he hear the footsteps on the wood floor in the hallway. The shower drowns away all this noise.
“Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock. 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.
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. “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.
He looks down. And then smiles at his dad. “Coach told us. To go beat off. Seeing all those tents in our shorts; he said we should have all been working out naked. Our shorts weren’t covering up, anything, as our cock’s periscoped out and over the elastic waistbands of our shorts.” He says to his dad as he steps from the shower.
Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat. The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze.
“See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.” “I am fully grown now, Father.” He says in a heated rebuttal to his father’s words.
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“What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad. He does not hear the slamming of the front door. Neither does he hear the footsteps on the wood floor in the hallway. The shower drowns away all this noise.
“Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock. 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.
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. “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.
He looks down. And then smiles at his dad. “Coach told us. To go beat off. Seeing all those tents in our shorts; he said we should have all been working out naked. Our shorts weren’t covering up, anything, as our cock’s periscoped out and over the elastic waistbands of our shorts.” He says to his dad as he steps from the shower.