As Paul sat on the bed, his oldest son, Don, banged
into the house downstairs. "Hey, anyone home?" Paul
groaned to himself. He didn't want his sons to see him
like this, smaller than normal and inexplicably horny at
the situation. But he was too tired after the day's events
to do much of anything before he heard footsteps
outside his bedroom door.
"Dad?" The door swung open revealing Don. Don was
18, a very attractive young man very reminiscent of his
father's look and build.
The question was, whose balls were bigger . . . Paul's
reduced pair or Don's full-sized set?