The pre-cum leaks, like a babbling brook, from the boyās 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.
āYeah, dad, itās me.ā He shouts over the blistering rush of the shower spray as it pelts him hotly with force. āIt was a rough practice.ā
āI knew ya couldnāt keep your hands off it.ā His dad says. āMen canāt do it, we are drawn to our cocks, like a moth to a flame, and usually that burning sensation that a man feels is the cum boiling up in our balls. You know that feelinā doncha son?ā
