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“Then, what is this, father.” He says as he wrestles his cock in a fierce grip and squeezes it like he is fighting against a serpent unleashed from its coil. “Then show me, father. Show me what it means, TO BE A MAN?” He says with an excitement building in his voice.

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. “That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway.

His father rakes the clear juice of his son’s leaking manhood over the boy’s tensed cockhead. “What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad.

“But you didn’t though, did you, son?” He gulps once as his dad mounts more pressure on his balls. Squeezing them.

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

His father steps into the shower, turning on the water. As he soaks and lathers himself up under the lukewarm stream of water, he fondles his cock and balls. His cock soon mimics that of his son. “Stoke it, boy! Stroke it! Stroke that beautiful cock!” His father demands as his own cock draws on the wet interior of the glass enclosure shower. “Pound it harder, boy! Pound it harder!”

He lifts his head from its bowed stance and looks into the eyes of his father wanting some acknowledgement. The pre-cum leaks, like a babbling brook, from the boy’s erect and pulsing cock, depositing its tiny droplets of juice onto the arm-hairs of his proud father. His father squeezes the nuts of his son, tighter and tighter, releasing more of the youthful essence.

“Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad. Garrett resumes the fondling of his cock while he takes long drawn-out whiffs from his sweat, piss and cum stained jockstrap.

“I figured you did.” His father says. “You play on a team, so you know the purpose of teamwork.” “I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.”