?I ain?t a-talking ?bout how big ya cock is, boy. I am talking ?bout ya, weight. Your height.? His dad says. ?I kinda figured on how big you are down there. That?s obvious. It makes me proud of you. My son. Of what I created, along with ya mother.?

?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.

?See this; see this. ?His father says. ?This is where power comes from.?

?And you did it with that. Your boner?? His dad asks. ?I guess.?

Garrett nods his head as he wraps the jock over his head, and takes a hearty breathe of the pouch placed over his nose.

?See this; see this. ?His father says. ?This is where power comes from.?

?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.?

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.

?Yes! Yes! I know you understand.? His father proudly exclaims.

?Do it!? His dad orders.

Garrett nods to his father.

His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid.

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.

?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.

He reaches for and cups the wiggling low hangers of his teenage son.

?Yeah.? He answers his dad. ??and I was ?going commando? too.?