Suddenly, Jeff heard the Chronivac beep, turning him instantly back into flesh and blood.
A half-second later, his father opened the door, seeing only his son, not knowing that he had once been a statue only moments before. However, he didn’t have time to process the fact that he was nearly naked, clothes on his shoulders, white briefs over his face and, and a sock on his cock.
The moment Jeff was released from his stony prison, his hand grabbed tightly to his still solid as a rock erection. The first second of pleasure was because finally, he could move. He could grip his cock. The next second, the largest blast of cum in his life burst from his cockhole. Had he not had a sock over his erection, he would have certainly blast white, hot, sticky cum all over his father, who stood mere feet away from this sight. The first blast went on for three seconds, by which time Jeff used his other hand to grab his aching balls as the next even larger and longer spurt hit the inside of the cock.
Jeff’s knees started to buckle with each successive cum shot, his days of over-the-top horniness finally being released. He was so happy he was released, he didn’t even give a thought to the fact that his father was standing directly in front of his as he experienced an extended orgasm.
By the time his balls had emptied a minute later, Jeff had collapsed to the floor, leaning back on his knees, panting. The clothes on his shoulders had fallen off, but he suddenly became conscious of the fact that his father had seen the whole thing. He hastily pulled the underwear off his head. Before him, his father stood silent, mouth agape in absolute horror from seeing his son pleasure himself right in front of him. Jeff’s pleasure was dissipated when he realized that his bladder was next. He had no control over his still hard cock now peeing into the cum soaked sock, pooling through onto the carpet as he stared into his dad’s eyes. His father was in way too much shock to move.
It was pleasure of its own as his bladder emptied for the first time in over four days, but he knew that all his father could see was a depraved version of his son. Jeff imagined how his father thought of him, a troubled child who deliberately waiting to pleasure himself until his father entered, and then who did absolutely nothing as he wet the carpet with hot piss for minutes, like an untrained puppy.
The silence between them was only ruined by the steady piddle from the cum and piss soaked sock that hid only a shred of dignity for Jeff. The moment his balls were empty, the moment his bladder had expelled completely, his father’s face scrunched up like never before.
“What. The. Hell.” His father expected answers.
Unfortunately, Jeff was unable to answer. Those were the last words he heard before he blacked out.