"FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK...."
Jacob took a shuddering breath. He was far too turned on. He grabbed the scrotum off of the communication disk, cutting off its demands with a fizzling pop. He squeezed the ballsack that used to be his father, feeling its testicles shift inside. Fluid streamed out of its empty foreskin and over Jacob's fingers.
With his other hand, Jacob let down his trousers, his erection springing free. Tentatively, he touched the little ball of flesh to the tip of his penis. It was soft and warm, and gave a little quiver that nearly caused Jacob to cum right then and there, but he held back, maneuvering his glans to the dangling foreskin and pressing.
Slowly, surely, aided by the lubrication of its previous leakage, his dick entered the empty foreskin and, with pressure, penetrated deeply into the disembodied ballsack. It stretched over his cock like a flesh condom, its testicles pushed liquidly aside by his meat. Jacob stroked it, moving the trapped balls back and forth, trapped between the stretched skin of the scrotum and the flanks of Jacob's engorged manhood.
He stroked harder and harder, reveling in its velvety embrace, caught up in the constant random repositioning of the captive testicles, first on either side of his dick, then on the same side, sometimes migrating toward the tip, other times seeming like on or the other of them might suddenly emerge from the foreskin currently gripping the base of Jacob's cock.
When one stroke managed to nearly pop both balls out, Jacob finally lost control and came violently into the interior the scrotum-cum-condom that had previously been his father, which bulged slightly with the volume of foreign semen it was now tasked with containing.
Jacob released his hold on it to grab the bench behind (to keep from falling over), and the scrotum slid off of his dick and onto the floor with a splat. It lay there, loose, spent, and played out, leaking cum.
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