This here is a proud family tradition passed from Father to Son. It's male bondin' that comes right from the piss slot. Who gives a fuck if'n the studs in our family are filthy fuckin scumbags.
My Grandad was an Irishman, n' fuckin proud of it. He worked his farm proudly, wearing a traditional kilt, sportin the family colors. He was a big beefy bruiser, with Celtic tatts on his arms, back & chest. With his kilt, Grandad wore knee high workboots, n' an athletic t-shirt on top. One weekend he had me come to the farm to help him repair the barn. First thing when I got there, Gramps laid down the law. "Young man, on this farm we show our Irish pride by wearing the family kilt. Change into this now."
Grandad handed me a short boys kilt & a used torn t-shirt. "Grandpa Sir, where do I change?"
"Jesus fuckin Christ laddie, we're both Irishmen, n' fuckin family. Blood kin like us boy, ain't got no shame in front of each other. Strip nude right now, or I'll fuckin strip ya meself." Grandad grinned n' smacked me on my butt.
I stripped to my bike boots & jockstrap. I threw a hardon on the train, n' my jock pouch was wet with the lube juice I was leakin. Top of that my pud was still a bit swelled up. Grandad swatted my wet pouch with his open hand. "Git that fuckin filthy scumbag jock off too, boy. I can smell the fuckscum ya got it soaked with from here." I pulled my jock down, n' my pecker bobbed up, semi-hard. "Hand me yer strap Son."
My Grandad was an Irishman, n' fuckin proud of it. He worked his farm proudly, wearing a traditional kilt, sportin the family colors. He was a big beefy bruiser, with Celtic tatts on his arms, back & chest. With his kilt, Grandad wore knee high workboots, n' an athletic t-shirt on top. One weekend he had me come to the farm to help him repair the barn. First thing when I got there, Gramps laid down the law. "Young man, on this farm we show our Irish pride by wearing the family kilt. Change into this now."
Grandad handed me a short boys kilt & a used torn t-shirt. "Grandpa Sir, where do I change?"
"Jesus fuckin Christ laddie, we're both Irishmen, n' fuckin family. Blood kin like us boy, ain't got no shame in front of each other. Strip nude right now, or I'll fuckin strip ya meself." Grandad grinned n' smacked me on my butt.
I stripped to my bike boots & jockstrap. I threw a hardon on the train, n' my jock pouch was wet with the lube juice I was leakin. Top of that my pud was still a bit swelled up. Grandad swatted my wet pouch with his open hand. "Git that fuckin filthy scumbag jock off too, boy. I can smell the fuckscum ya got it soaked with from here." I pulled my jock down, n' my pecker bobbed up, semi-hard. "Hand me yer strap Son."