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  • Becomming a man

    • All during my boyhood my dad's rule for me at home was total nudity. My dad was always jockstrapped, which let him have his bit of privicy, specially when he was throwin' a mansize boner. Not that it mattered much to him. Dad routinely wacked off lyin' in bed next to me. Once a week I would have my inspection. Dad would examine every inch of me. This included a thorough exam of my balls, which my dad would weigh in his palm. He always ended my balls exam with a rough squeeze just to get a rise outta me. He then turned his attention to my cock development. He always ran his finger around under my foreskin. He made my pecker bounce around by slappin' it. Then came the part of the exam that always made my face turn red with embarassment, which made my dad grin and chuckle. My hardon measurment. Dad would start stokin' my boy meat till my cock started twichin'. Most times my dad's jock pouch would be tentin' straight out, showin' that his meat was already rock hard. Dad got a kick walkin' around sportin' a hard right in front of other guys. If his pouch was scummin' up n' startin' to drip, dad would use his own lube juice on my dick to work me full up. When dad got my boy meat throbin', he would measure its length, how fat it was gettin' and how large the knob at the head of my shaft was, and write it in a log he kept.

    It was during one of these inspections that the proudest moment of my life up to then happened. Dad saw that I was startin to sprout pube hair. I was so fuckin' proud that I wasn't even shamed by what my everlovin' dad did next. He told me I was turnin' from boy to man. With a shit eatin' grin on his face his voice boomed in my face.

    "Son, I've been measurin' how yer lil' ol' boy dick has been getting' on in size and now with a man's crotch hair sproutin' up, yer proud pa is ready say that yer officially have passed from boyhood to manhood. I spoke to yer grandpa to compare your fuck meat with his records of my manhood at yer age, and son I'm here to say that my dick swingin' son is matchin' me inch fer inch." As he reported that development, I noticed that a long string of pre-cum juice dripped from his jock pouch almost to the floor.

    "Now that yer a man, son, we're gonna hafta start measurin' yer jizz squirtin' volume. What that means son, is you start wackin' yer fuck meat now." Pa then squat down right in front of me. He scooped up some of the pre-cum juice that was streamin' outta his pouch were his hardon was pushin' out his jock.

    "Here son, daddy'll start his lil' man off to wet n' juiced up first wack off measurin'". My daddy held his cupped palm right in front of the purple swollen knob of my oozin' cock. If I moved my fuckin' hardon meat, my dad would move his cupped hand with it.

    "Come on you motha fucker, blow yer wad fer yer daddy. You know you want to give yer son of a bastard daddy yer love juice, don't ya son. Show yer daddy yer a real man. Yer daddy loves ya son, show daddy that ya love him too." I was beatin' my meat real hard now. My daddy's lube juice and my own fuckin' pecker drool was makin' a loud slurpy sound as I fisted my throbbin' man meat. I was so cocksuckin' fuckin' hot, I started gruntin' like a fuckin' pig.

    "Oh goddam fuck pa, I feel my man scum risin' in ma fuckin' nuts. Oh fuckin' shit pa, oh fuckin' shit", I was now out of control and howlin'. I looked down and saw the pa I respected an' loved with all my heart. My pa was starin' straight into my open pisshole. I was nothin' but an animal in rut. "Catch it pa, catch ma mothafuckin' cock spewin' manjizz. Its fer you pa, fuck me to hell pa, its fer you." With one last groan that came right up from my balls, I blasted off into my dad's cupped hands a scum load any full grown man would be proud of.

    My dad wiped my man juice onto a measurin' scale. "Yer daddy's proud of ya son, real fuckin' proud. And to show how fuckin' proud of you I am.", Sayin' this my pa stood, pulled down his jockstrap, stepped out of it, one leg at a time, held it to my feet, "lift yer foot son, now the other, you've earned the right to jock up in yer daddy's favorite strap." Dad's jock was drippin' with scum, it smelled of my dad's sweat n' piss, but it was the best gift I ever got.

    Dad pulled the jock up me, adjusted the straps around my butt, and lifted my still hard cock, and my heavy hangin' ballz into the wet pouch. He adjusted the pouch for me, as I just moaned at the pleasure of how it felt. My daddy could see and hear how I was feelin'.

    "It does yer old man proud to see his boy become a man." My dad's pecker was standing straight up, and still droolin'. My dad pulled me to him, bear hugged me chest to chest. He open his mouth as wide as he could, and rammed his tougue into my mouth. It filled my mouth. He swabbed it around. I felt his fuckin' throbbin' hardon cock start creamin' his cum juice all over my belly. "That's how a man does it, son. If yer a good boy, daddy'll show you some more dirty tricks tomorrow."

    My learnin' to be a man was just startin'. My grandpa moved in with dad and me a week later. My pa n'grandpa taugt me shit that i'll remember all my life. Manly shit that someday I'm gonna teach my son.


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