Jeff mentally moaned as he rocked himself back and forth in his father pants, whilst, he worked. He could hear the moans and groans of his father above as a hand snaked down and lock him in as warm, and enticing embrace. 'So good!' He thought as the hand began to stoke him, teasing his leaking tip.
The feeling was like nothing, that could be properly descirbed in words. The closest word that could desribe the sensation was alive.
He could feel the warmth of the semen rising up his throat and reacting with his gag reflex. He moaned mentally, it had been over three days since he had changed and now. Now this was intoxicating. His body spasmed violently, jerking in the hand that held him before he came.
The hand soon left him to hang flaccid in the now stained pants, leaving him in darkness. He remained that way, resting whilst his father continued to work.
When the clock began to chime, calling for the day to end. He felt his father stand, moving to leave and jump in the car. After an hours drive they finally arrived home. He groaned as the cloth binding him against flesh was finally removed and he was able to stand tall once again. He was leaking and hard at the thought of release, waiting for the hand to return and help him find pleasure once again.