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Chronivac Version 4.0

Being Worn

added 13 years ago I

Jeff wasn't aware of how long he was lying there. As an object, time didn't really seem like it had meaning. He felt empty, and sad.

Eventually, a sort of sleep overcame him.

Hours later, he felt his consciousness reawaken. It wasn't like conventional waking up; he had no brain to sleep with anymore. He felt a warm presence next to him. A weight lifted off the bed, and in to view stepped Jeff's dad, stretching and yawning.

His body was glistening slightly; he must have just come out of the shower. His dad was middle aged, but still very handsome. The older man's body was carefully toned by regular exercise, the slightly bronzed skin covered by a generous quantity of curly body hair, black-and-white as some gray hairs stood out on his powerful chest.

His hair was neatly cropped, and he had a short beard-and-moustache combination, also speckled with gray. His crotch was covered by a tight pair of briefs, a noticeable bulge in the front showing the old man's still impressive endowment.

Jeff would be blushing if he could. His father was a gorgeous man, the peak of fitness for his age.

"Hmm. A new set of clothing, eh? Must be a present from Jeff, I recall him mentioning he wanted to give me something."

Jeff's father reached over, his gnarled hand stroking against Jeff's cotton leg. The feeling was bliss, as if Jeff's cock was being gently massaged with each motion.

He felt his lower body being lifted, weighing almost nothing in his father's hands. Slowly, the old man's hairy legs slid inside Jeff's body one by one. Jeff felt his skin resting against his dad's legs, completely filled by him. The intimate sensation of closeness was unlike anything he had ever felt.

Next, Jeff's feet were picked up, the powerful hands stroking him like a delightful foot massage. As his father's socked feet slid inside Jeff's leather shoes, he felt the pleasure was second to none, but he was wrong. For at that moment, his father slid his arms inside Jeff's torso, pulling Jeff's cotton upper body tight and buttoning it against the older man's broad, masculine chest.

Jeff felt his father's heartbeat thumping against his cotton torso, felt the slightest sensation of his dad's musk soaking into his cotton form, and felt more content than he ever had in his entire life.


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