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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.

Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat.

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Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol.

His father rakes the clear juice of his son’s leaking manhood over the boy’s tensed cockhead.

“Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock. “I am fully grown now, Father.” He says in a heated rebuttal to his father’s words.

“Once you plant that cock of yours in some squirmy hole and empty those warm balls of yours into a moist wet hole. Then you are on your way to becoming a man, and only then will you, come-of-age. But it is only a step onto the winding pathway towards manhood. It is my job to teach you what it means to be a man.” His father stands as he finishes his sentence. Loosening his belt and pulling his shirt out from the tucked confines of his pants. “FUCK! FUCK!” He says, as he loosens the tightened grip on his fleshy-red-tool, while it throbs with its life-giving blood coursing through its many vein-filled region.