Garrett nods to his father.

“I don’t wanna jack-off, dad.” He says flabbergasted to his dad as he turns off the tap to the hot and chilly water in the shower.

“Pick it up and smell the crotch.” His dad says.

That night, I did a whole spa routine to make sure my skin was soft and my ass was stretched and wet. I was wearing nothing but a jockstrap as I was told. Waiting by the door on fourth. My heartbeat was so fast as my mouth was dry. I heard the footstep approaching. I left the door unlocked as one of the instructions I was received from daddy. He stepped in with his size 10 Christian Loublitine loafer where my eyes were going up from there. When I made eye contact with daddy, daddy slapped me across the face and said, “Bad boy, Where the fuck are your sneakers as I told you to wear tonight.” I was trembling and said in a very low voice, “ sorry daddy I fooooorgot.”

“You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says.

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

“Thinkin’ ‘bout it.” He answers. “I want to show the world that I am a man, like you. Father.” “Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock.

“Yeah. Yessir. Dad.” Garrett mutters. He reaches for and cups the wiggling low hangers of his teenage son.

His father strokes his own cock in the shower, the dew from his cock mixes with the drops condensing on the glass. “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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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.” “I’m am nearly 6 foot 2 inches tall, dad. I weigh 210 lbs. I think, dad. At least I was the last time we were weighed at football practice.” The son says. “Much bigger than you, I should say.”

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

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

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

“Yeah.” He answers his dad. “…and I was ‘going commando’ too.”

All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed.

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