The Disappointment
You're not sure how you managed to find this video last night (or was it early this morning?), but you sure aren't going to see how it finishes up! Trying not to look at the graphic motions, you close the web browser and firmly shut your laptop. You're better than this! Morning wood be damned!
You throw on a comfy bathrobe and stroll down the hallway to the bathroom. Perhaps an icy cold shower will wash away these dirty images, let alone the leftover filth from last night. You step into the shower and turn on the cold tap only. Maybe the icy water will make your showers shorter for a change? Besides, Dad was going on about excessive water use. Maybe this will shut him up.
As the water hits you, you instantly regret this choice. You cry out in shock as a chilling beam of water hits your back. It is winter after all, and the pipes generally tend to freeze over night. "Wash away the filth!" you shutter, as you meekly splash the icy water on your genitals. Within moments, your man-sausage is looking more like a flesh-thimble. With your carnal thoughts finally washed away, you begin to quickly soap yourself, trying to ignore that your toes are turning blue.
Without warning the bathroom door bursts opens, revealing your half-drunk father, fresh from the bar after a hard day's work at the construction site. "Sorry mate," he slurs, unzipping his fly. "Couldn't wait any longer..." As he passes, his eyes drop down to your now microscopic manhood. A smirk crosses his face. "I fuckin' knew it." he mutters, his eyes darting back up to meet yours. You turn away meekly, pretending not to notice. As your father takes an epic racehorse piss in the toilet, you can't help glancing over to compare. A fat kransky lies in his hands, all hairy and snaked with veins. You can't believe you looked. Your eyes turn back to the tiled wall as you sheepishly wash the dirt and vomit from your pale body. You hear the toilet flush behind you, and as your father's echoing footsteps pass behind you, you hear him mutter "Doesn't take after his old-man, does he?" You pretend not to hear, choking back tears.
Shutting off the water, you step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a large, fluffy towel. Shivering uncontrollably as you dry yourself, you can't help thinking about what you've just experienced. You feel like a strong drink, and fast.
You throw on a comfy bathrobe and stroll down the hallway to the bathroom. Perhaps an icy cold shower will wash away these dirty images, let alone the leftover filth from last night. You step into the shower and turn on the cold tap only. Maybe the icy water will make your showers shorter for a change? Besides, Dad was going on about excessive water use. Maybe this will shut him up.
As the water hits you, you instantly regret this choice. You cry out in shock as a chilling beam of water hits your back. It is winter after all, and the pipes generally tend to freeze over night. "Wash away the filth!" you shutter, as you meekly splash the icy water on your genitals. Within moments, your man-sausage is looking more like a flesh-thimble. With your carnal thoughts finally washed away, you begin to quickly soap yourself, trying to ignore that your toes are turning blue.
Without warning the bathroom door bursts opens, revealing your half-drunk father, fresh from the bar after a hard day's work at the construction site. "Sorry mate," he slurs, unzipping his fly. "Couldn't wait any longer..." As he passes, his eyes drop down to your now microscopic manhood. A smirk crosses his face. "I fuckin' knew it." he mutters, his eyes darting back up to meet yours. You turn away meekly, pretending not to notice. As your father takes an epic racehorse piss in the toilet, you can't help glancing over to compare. A fat kransky lies in his hands, all hairy and snaked with veins. You can't believe you looked. Your eyes turn back to the tiled wall as you sheepishly wash the dirt and vomit from your pale body. You hear the toilet flush behind you, and as your father's echoing footsteps pass behind you, you hear him mutter "Doesn't take after his old-man, does he?" You pretend not to hear, choking back tears.
Shutting off the water, you step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a large, fluffy towel. Shivering uncontrollably as you dry yourself, you can't help thinking about what you've just experienced. You feel like a strong drink, and fast.