David waddled into the chamber, his scrotum going shff shff shff across the floor as he pushed his testicles forward in the alternating pattern that approximated walking. He'd have wondered how he was doing it, but he didn't have a brain at the moment, so his thinking processes were a tad impaired. Odd that they weren't completely absent, all things considered, but he lacked the brains to consider that also. Actually, it was kind of hard to think of anything but fucking and fucking and even more fucking. Ah, the life of a phallus!
Jacob lay on the floor in front of him, now also reduced to nothing but disembodied male genitalia, flaccid and inert. David decided he needed to wake him up, so let himself fall forward, and his dick flopped against his son's soft hairless ballsack. The sudden skin-on-skin contact caused David to become excited, his dick stiffening involuntarily.
Jacob stirred, his ballsack tightening under the weight of David's meat, and his own glans peeping out from under his foreskin. The motion stimulated David even more, causing him to release a brief spurt of semen onto his son's abbreviated body. Jacob, responding, levered his stiffening cock up and against David's, causing their dicks to rub against one another. With that touch, Jacob swelled up even more and began to ejaculate copiously. David answered in kind, and for several seconds the two entwined packages spasmed continuously, coating each other with cum.
Thus emptied, father and son shriveled and collapsed atop one another, a tiny pile of soft flesh lying in a puddle of cum at the bottom of a glass chamber in a basement laboratory.
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