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the firm hand between his shoulder blades had archie falling back onto the couch with a huff, eyes wide and cheeks tinged a color that matched his flaming hair as his dad reasserted control of the situation. ‘ s-seriously dad, i dont think you need to go that low. ’ of course he was referencing the strong pair of hands currently kneading two creamy mounds of flesh positively dripping with the oil dad had warmed in the microwave. sure archie had eagerly jumped at the idea of a post fight massage, but just like most of his ideas, they were not thought through too far. there was an awkwardness in the air as fred’s massage spread his cheeks, no doubt giving a wink of his pretty pink hole surrounded by the lightest smattering of strawberry blonde hair. he was just about to speak up once more when those slight fingers rubbed down over his hole, massaging gently, and finished with a kneading of his prostate that had archie releasing a low, aroused groan, pink cockhead dribbling between his thighs and hips arching up into his dad’s touch.
















