"Yo, bro, just stopped by to borrow a condom. I gotta hot date in the - Hello, I knew Matt would have a condom for me!" Chad said plucking the still warm rubber condom sitting in Matt's chair.
Matt's brother Chad undid his jeans, unrolled the condom on to his half hard cock. "Yeah, now ready for some long hot sex action."
Chad buttoned the top button on his jeans, and ran back to his car.
"Hey, honey, I'm good to go, and the viagra is already kicking in. We can do it for hours."
Hours? No. The timer said 48 minutes counting down, when Chad put Matt on.
Oh, no, oh, yeah. Chad was getting hard. Matt was taut all over. He was filled with steaming hot Chad. It felt so good. He had purpose. He was condom. Safe sex good. Matt's intellect degenerated. He had a purposeful use. Wait, Chronivac warning, if inanimate object is in use when timer runs down...what? What were risks? Matt needed to be used. He needed to be buried in a hot slimy dark place and filled with nice warm tasty semen. Mmm, that thought filled Matt's consciousness. He needed to be filled. It didn't matter by whom. He no longer thought of Chad as his brother, it was the cock inside him that mattered now.
Matt's ribbed body hugged the stretched velvety penis with throbbing veins that was now the entire focus of his existence.
"So I'm locked, loaded and wrapped in rubber, ready for hot sweaty sex?" Chad asked unbuttoning his jeans, and letting his condom clad erection pop out.
Matt blinked. His crotch perspective made him so tiny between giant Chad and who?
Jeans? Flesh?
Oh? Matt thinks he recognizes Chad's date.