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Jeff blinked it had gotten lighter but it was still dark. It smelled funkier. Jeff was still a cock but he felt heftier. He was surrounded by tight ribbed cloth. He could see through the mesh openings, and down thick hairy thighs to some beat up old trainers. Then he heard a booming voice, and cringed.
"Bloomer! Skeeter! Get your asses down here and help bring my stuff in, they shutdown my college cause of Covid!" roared Jeff's older brother. Bloomer? thought Jeff in disgust, it was short for late-bloomer.
"Brah!" shouted Jeff's 12 year old brother. He grabbed the older brother in a bear hug, thereby crushing Jeff into his big bro's balls.
Ugh! groaned Jeff. His brother the jock! He was wearing his jockstrap.
"Grab some of my stuff and take it down to the basement. I'll go hunt down Jeffy!"
"Oh, I don't think he's home. I looked in his room, and called his name when you got here," Skeeter said grabbing a box.
"Dang, well, then I guess you have to unload by yourself bro. It's time for my ten mile run. You okay with that, Skeet?"
"Uh, nuh-yeah," sighed Skeeter.
Jeff concentrated on the Chronivac connection. He was only getting flashes. But suddenly he understood. The definition of penis played out in his head erectile organ used for copulation and insemination, and urine elimination in males. He had to be used fully as defined. Skeeter hadn't hit puberty yet. He could piss, but he was about to copulate with anyone for potentially years. Now he was his big brother's cock and would remain so until he was used for insemination/copulation, and urination. Then he'd be stuck that way for one day after. Oh, would masturbation count? Did blow jobs count? Or did his brother have to actually copulate with a woman? Jeff had read that dating with Covid19 had decreased one night stands to practically zero. Was he even dating anyone?
Bounce, bounce, bounce, oh gawd, ten miles of this? Jeff moaned, as his big brother started his ten mile run.
To himself, his brother said, "Dang, that car ride made me stiff, maybe I'll run an extra five miles to loosen up?"
Jeff was muttering his new mantra in time with his brother's strides, "Nuh," bounce, "nuh", bounce, "nuh".
Nuh, this had to be a nightmare.