98 thoughts on “II. Truth”

  15. He looks down. And then smiles at his dad. polskie porno Garrett can see what his father is doing, unconsciously his hands moves to his cock. He strokes the length of his tool with his left hand while he teases the blistering red crown with the fingertips of his right hand. The lightning of his cool fingertips sends sparks through every nerve in his body.

  16. 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. “Yeah. Yessir. Dad.” Garrett mutters.

  18. “I am fully grown now, Father.” He says in a heated rebuttal to his father’s words. “What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks.

  22. “Yeah.” He answers his dad. “…and I was ‘going commando’ too.” “What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face.

  29. “My hard-on. Somewhat. But I have them all the time. You know that. You’ve made enough comments about me sportin’ boners in the morning when you see them at breakfast.”

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