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Garrett resumes the fondling of his cock while he takes long drawn-out whiffs from his sweat, piss and cum stained jockstrap. The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze.
His father strokes his own cock in the shower, the dew from his cock mixes with the drops condensing on the glass. 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.
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“I am fully grown now, Father.” He says in a heated rebuttal to his father’s words. porn sex The sound of the shower echoes throughout the empty house. The bathroom door is open. He knows he has privacy. He is alone. No older brother. No father. Or mother. It is just him.
The one shower after his workout and practice had been a good start. But the walk home had tired him. But the massaging jets of water caressing across his muscular frame takes the weariness from his bones from this stressful day. https://arturzasada.pl/ – free porn sex “What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad.
“That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway. https://arturzasada.pl/ – polskie porno The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze.
“This is what a man looks like, son.” His father says as his pants fall to the floor. From his waist out pops his representation of a 40-year-old-man. And father of two teenage boys. His cock. “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.
“What did Coach have to say when he saw all those hard-young cocks in the locker room?” His dad asks. “I look forward to the day when you are a fully grown man, my son.” His father says. “I am anxious to see the fruit of my loins reach his fully-adorned manhood. Adulthood.”
“What are you now, son?” “What ya lifting now?” His dad asks as he fidgets on the commode seat. He can feel his hard-on growing in his pants.
Garrett resumes the fondling of his cock while he takes long drawn-out whiffs from his sweat, piss and cum stained jockstrap. The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze.
His father strokes his own cock in the shower, the dew from his cock mixes with the drops condensing on the glass. 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.
“That you are, son. You are busting at the seams with your youth and muscles. Rippled from those vigorous physical workouts and stroking sessions. I bet.” His dad says. “You are gonna hafta to take care of that or you are gonna be miserable. You know that son, doncha. You know, I am right.” “I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.”
“Let me get in there, Garrett.” His father says, as his son steps aside so he can get into the shower enclosure. “Do it!” His dad orders.
“Then show me, father. Show me what it means, TO BE A MAN?” He says with an excitement building in his voice. “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 bare ass melts to the lid of the toilet bowl. He sweats from the steam and the exertions from his continued pounding of the fierceness of his cock. He wiggles as his ass opens, squeaking on the plastic surface of the thrown lid, as he takes whiffs from the cum soaked pouch of the jock that covers his face. “That your jockstrap on the floor next to you, son?” His dad asks.
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