Dave tried to stand. He made it to his feet but quickly toppled over on his cum-soaked chest. He felt the globs of his sons spunk being pressed through the shirt and into his fuzzy chest and torso.
As he brought his arms out to push himself up again, he felt an arm around his waist. Then, in a swift motion, he found himself draped over his son's wide shoulder with one of his round asscheecks firmly palmed by his son's massive hand. He was locked in a sort of fireman's carry, his head and neck positioned so that they dangled down Cole's back and jostled gently against his massive lats.
Cole turned to Chuck, "We're going to head out. I've got some stuff I've got to do before school tomorrow." Dave felt the mitt holding part of his rump squeeze once more exposing his punished hole to the room. "I want a copy of that tape to review. It's always good to get a few pointers from my coach."
Chuck nodded and Cole turned, swinging the front door open and walking across the small yard to the house he and his daddy shared.
In the foyer, Colin dumped Dave to the ground and went to the kitchen. Dave listened and heard the sounds of his son grabbing something to drink.