Les Aiglons du Mali ne verront pas les phases finales de la CAN U20. Victime d’un mauvais départ, une défaite et un match nul, la course à la qualification pour la prochaine édition de la CAN Juniors a pris fin dimanche dernier pour les Aiglons.
Battus lors du premier match par les Lionceaux du Sénégal, les protégés de Soumaïla Coulibaly ont été contraints au nul (0-0) par les jeunes Scorpions de la Gambie en match de poules du tournoi UFOA-A. Une compétition qualificative pour la prochaine CAN U20, les nôtres ont été ainsi éliminés de la course.
Le Mali avait impérativement besoin de victoire pour franchir ce cap et valider son ticket pour la CAN U20. A noter qu’après le retrait de la Mauritanie, le Mali jouait dans une poule à trois équipes en compagnie du champion et du vice-champion en titre, le Sénégal et la Gambie.
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“What are ya now, by the way?” He does not say anything in response to his father as his cock continues pulsing and jumping as the blood engorges his youthful cock more. And more.
Daddy smiled and said, “ that is my good boy. Don’t even want to leave your daddy’s Ripe socks on the floor. That’s the respect I love boy.” I then was told to clean his left foot. “Scrub these whitish paste out in my toenails. I want you to smell and place them in your mouth and let me see.” Daddy commented. It smelled and tasted like Brie cheese. Then I moved my tongue in between daddy’s toes. I cleaned up so well. Just thought I was finished. Daddy said,” the sole is clammy. It has nature feet oil after a whole day in the shoes, you think you finished fag. Keep working on that.” All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed.
“That is your cock, son.” His father, says. “…but it does not make you a man. It only makes you a boy with a hard cock in his hand.” “Damn it, son! Damn it! Damn it, you hit the mirror above the sink!” His father shouts as the bullets of cum shoot forth from his son’s cock and hits the adjacent mirror directly in front of the porcelain bathroom thrown.
“Stoke it, boy! Stroke it! Stroke that beautiful cock!” His father demands as his own cock draws on the wet interior of the glass enclosure shower. “Pound it harder, boy! Pound it harder!” “That is your cock, son.” His father, says. “…but it does not make you a man. It only makes you a boy with a hard cock in his hand.”
Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat. That night, I did a whole spa routine to make sure my skin was soft and my ass was stretched and wet. I was wearing nothing but a jockstrap as I was told. Waiting by the door on fourth. My heartbeat was so fast as my mouth was dry. I heard the footstep approaching. I left the door unlocked as one of the instructions I was received from daddy. He stepped in with his size 10 Christian Loublitine loafer where my eyes were going up from there. When I made eye contact with daddy, daddy slapped me across the face and said, “Bad boy, Where the fuck are your sneakers as I told you to wear tonight.” I was trembling and said in a very low voice, “ sorry daddy I fooooorgot.”
“Last I measured, I was nearly eight inches, dad. Maybe more. I may be even bigger, who knows.” He answers nonchalantly. “That is your cock, son.” His father, says. “…but it does not make you a man. It only makes you a boy with a hard cock in his hand.”
“Yes, sir.” He says as he straightens up, standing erect as his member pulses to life between his legs, and in his father’s right hand, which are firmly locked on his balls. “Yes, sir, I do.” His son bucks on the lid as he turns beet red from his carnal machinations.
Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol. All the blood rushes from his brain to his throbbing erection plus the heat of the shower, making the young lad, light-headed.
“I don’t wanna jack-off, dad.” He says flabbergasted to his dad as he turns off the tap to the hot and chilly water in the shower. “I knew ya couldn’t keep your hands off it.” His dad says. “Men can’t 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 feelin’ doncha son?”
His son bucks on the lid as he turns beet red from his carnal machinations. The now lukewarm water streams through the curls of his hair rinsing away the last vestiges of the soapy lather. It all goes down the drain in a swirl of bubbles.
“I knew ya couldn’t keep your hands off it.” His dad says. “Men can’t 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 feelin’ doncha son?” “Damn it, son! Damn it! Damn it, you hit the mirror above the sink!” His father shouts as the bullets of cum shoot forth from his son’s cock and hits the adjacent mirror directly in front of the porcelain bathroom thrown.
“Have you fucked, son? Have you fucked? Have you dumped that seed of yours in those balls into a moist hole?” His father asks as he leans forward on the commode-chair. His hand squeezing the bulge growing larger in his tan khakis. “What are ya now, by the way?”
“But you didn’t though, did you, son?” “I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.”
“Lookin’ good, son. Lookin’ good.” His dad says over the stream of the warm cleansing water as it caresses his mature man body. “I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.”
“Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock. He runs the towel through his curl-filled hair, and down over his chest, where the early signs of his manhood sprout like an uneven crop of hairs across his chest that run down to his furry-pillowed crotch. Where the throbbing from his hard-on springs back as the damp towel whips his erection back and forth with each swipe of the now dampened towel.
Garrett nods to his father. “I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.”
His son bucks on the lid as he turns beet red from his carnal machinations. “What ya lifting now?” His dad asks as he fidgets on the commode seat. He can feel his hard-on growing in his pants.
“It was intense. Really intense. We ran so many drills. I am exhausted.” He explains. 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.
“You have not fucked, have you, my son? Have you?” His father asks, as he readjusts the cock covered and swelling in his khaki pants. “I thought as much.” “Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock.
“It was intense. Really intense. We ran so many drills. I am exhausted.” He explains. “Was it because of that?” His dad asks as he points a finger towards him. And his midsection.
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“Let me get in there, Garrett.” His father says, as his son steps aside so he can get into the shower enclosure. porn sex “But you didn’t though, did you, son?”
The one shower after his workout and practice had been a good start. But the walk home had tired him. But the massaging jets of water caressing across his muscular frame takes the weariness from his bones from this stressful day. gay sex porn “That your jockstrap on the floor next to you, son?” His dad asks.
“What ya lifting now?” His dad asks as he fidgets on the commode seat. He can feel his hard-on growing in his pants. dzieciД™ce porno He lifts his head from its bowed stance and looks into the eyes of his father wanting some acknowledgement.
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