Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2013 23:12:21 +0200 (CEST) From: Patrick Summers Subject: Breeding Ryan part 2 Part 2 They didn't have sex right away. As Ryan settled into his new life as the pregnant not- quite-boyfriend of famous architect Max Dayton, he didn't even try to pretend he was anything but amazed. Max's penthouse was huge, bigger than Aunt Rachel's whole house, and it was filled with an eclectic mix of beautiful antiques and comfy but stylish furniture. The whole place radiated a lived-in hominess that Ryan hadn't expected when he'd first arrived. Part of him had been terrified of being forced to live in a cold and sterile new age bachelor pad a la Barney Stinson and he had been pleasantly surprised by how comfortable he was after even a few minutes. Of course, a big part of that was Max himself. For all that they'd met under rather primal circumstances, ever since that fateful day, Max had been the perfect gentleman. He spoiled Ryan whenever he could, insisting on buying him all sorts of stuff to make him feel at home. He gave Ryan his own room and even allowed him to decorate it the way he wanted. And so it was that Ryan found himself working on his econ homework sitting on the couch, clad in a white, fluffy robe, typing away on his new laptop while The Simpsons were on, the huge plasma TV set on mute while he worked. "You look cozy," Max's voice suddenly came from the open doorway, and Ryan craned his head to look at him. "Yeah," he said with a grin. "I love that robe, thanks for getting it for me." Max smiled. "You're welcome, LB." Walking over, he sat down next to him and unceremoniously pulled open the flaps of the robe. "And how are you today, tadpole?" Ryan rolled his eyes, but let Max stroke his belly with gentle hands while he talked to the baby. It was sort of a ritual by now, whenever Max came home from work, he'd sit like this and connect with the tiny embryo. Ryan was barely six weeks along at this point, and aside from a few dizzy spells, he didn't feel much different than before, though when he concentrated, he could sometimes tune into that feeling of warmth and fullness inside of him that had been so prominent after his impregnation. Startled as he felt something wet, Ryan looked down. Max was kissing his belly, soft little brushes of his lips against Ryan's skin. Looking up, Max gave him a gentle smile. "You're showing." Ryan gaped at the man. "What? No, that's impossible!" Jumping up, he ran into the master bedroom to the huge mirror lining half the wall to one side of the bed. Letting the robe fall from his shoulder, he stood there clad only in a T-Shirt and pants, staring at himself. At first glance, he didn't look any different. Same mouse-brown, curly hair; same thin arms and legs. He was as slender as he'd always been. Not a beanstalk by any means, but as slim as a wand, almost delicate-looking. But when he turned to the side and smoothed down his shirt, he could actually see the tiniest of bumps. It was more like a swelling, and only detectable because his belly had been so flat before, almost concave. Ryan kept staring at that first tangible sign of his pregnancy, feeling all sorts of mixed emotions. He was happy and terrified, proud, but also a bit angry. Sucking in a shuddering breath, he tried to get a hold of himself. Suddenly Max was there, embracing him from behind and letting his hands slip underneath the loose shirt to cradle the tiny bulge. "That's our baby in there," he said softly, resting his chin on Ryan's head. "I, I know," Ryan stuttered, a bit overwhelmed by the older man. Like always, he couldn't help but breathe in Max's scent, loving the musky, undeniably male quality of it. Looking up, he met Max's eyes in the mirror. They stared at each other for a long time before Ryan covered the older man's hand with his own. Max turned his hand over, twining his fingers with Ryan's. He began stroking the top of Ryan's hand with his thumb. "You alright, LB?" Pulling a face at the silly nickname - little breeder, LB for short - Ryan nodded. In all honesty he'd probably freak out later about the changes in his body, but for the moment, he was sort of okay again. "Yeah. Feels strange, though, knowing that this is just the start of it." "You're going to be so sexy with a big belly," Max breathed. Ryan could feel his cock growing against his ass. "God, I want you." Ryan swallowed. "I don't think I'm ready to do *that* again," he said, blushing and looking away. Max snorted. "Believe me, there are a lot of things we can do besides penetration." He pulled back, guiding Ryan over to the bed. He leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to Ryan's lips. When Ryan responded, Max deepened the kiss, pressing him down on the clean sheets until he was lying flat on his back. The kiss went on and on until Ryan felt lightheaded, whether from Max's intoxicating scent or his hands roaming all over his body, he'd never know. Groaning, Ryan bared his neck so Max could kiss it, suck on that bit of exposed flesh and leave his marks on Ryan's pale skin. Max pulled Ryan's shirt off quickly, kissing every inch of skin as it was revealed. Ryan lay still and let Max do it, his mind working even as his body responded to Max's touch. He was reacting more and more to the other man, even finding himself missing him when he wasn't around. With each day that passed, it was harder for him to remember that this was for all intents and purposes, a business transaction. He was the incubator for Max's kid, not his lover or, god forbid, his partner, no matter how Max treated him. Everything they did was for convenience. Better try to remember that, he told himself sternly. Ryan's thoughts descended into incoherence when Max cupped his groin, feeling his erection through the thin cotton. Ryan let out a startled moan, almost coming even at so little contact. Before he knew what was happening, Max had shoved his shorts down and off, throwing them beside the bed. Ryan shivered in the cool air of the bedroom, drooling on his belly, he was so close. He needed Max to touch him, needed Max's hands on him, and all of a sudden, he needed to feel *Max*. Before he could think better of it, he fumbled Max's zipper open and thrust a hand inside. Max gasped at the contact. "Fuck, Ryan!" "Is that ok?" Ryan asked, concerned that he'd done something wrong.. "Yeah," Max groaned. "Yeah, that's good." Laying down half on top of him, half on the bed as his clever hand worked its magic, he brought Ryan to the brink in a matter of minutes. "You like this?" Max panted in his ear, twisting his wrist in a way that had Ryan see stars. "Oh yeah," he breathed, almost choking on a moan, trying to not lose his grip on Max's cock. "I'm close, Max. So close." "Come for me," Max growled, and that was it. Ryan gave a shout as he came, hard, all over himself and Max's hand. His cum spluttered over the older man's fingers in burning pulses of pure pleasure. Breathing hard, he slowly came down from the high, realizing as he did that he had stopped stroking Max's erection. As he reached for him though, the older man evaded his grip. Leaning over him, Max shoved his tongue as far into Ryan's mouth as he could, gripping him tight as he began to move into him, shoving his leaking cock into Ryan's hip. He came after only about a dozen quick thrusts, groaning wildly as he shot his cum all over the tiny bulge of Ryan's belly. "God," he moaned, "I didn't believe it when I read about it, but it really is a compulsion to bathe a pregnant breeder in your seed." "Some say it's good for the baby," Ryan said sagely. Max huffed. "I can't see how that would work, but it felt fucking awesome, so better get used to the feeling, LB." Even as he spoke, he was absently reaching out to rub his cum into Ryan's skin. Ryan gasped at the feeling of that warm, sticky wetness seeping into his pores and a moment later, a pulse of warmth radiated out from inside him. "Oh," he panted, riding out the sudden onslaught of internal quivers. "Oh, oh, oh." Max was watching him greedily. "Baby like that?" "Yes," Ryan whimpered, squirming and writhing as a sudden need grew in him. "Can you," he stuttered, moaning when all the cum was gone, soaked up by his skin. "Max, I need, uh, more, can you?" "Jesus," Max mumbled, pulling a face as he grabbed his soft cock. "I'm not sure there's more, LB." "Please," Ryan begged, scrambling up to bend over Max's crotch. Without thought, he stuck his tongue out and licked along the length. Max cursed viciously, hardening quickly despite having come only a few minutes ago. Encouraged, Ryan took the head fully into his mouth, licking around it like a lollypop and hollowing his cheeks. He'd never done anything like this before, but it was instinct to combine pressure with teasing flicks of tongue while being careful with the teeth. "Oh, goddamn, fuck," Max was muttering, his hips moving restlessly under Ryan's hands. "Ah, Ryan, that's so good. Yeah, like that, lick it like th- ahhhhh, fuuuck!" Pulling off quickly, Ryan stroked the spurting cock, catching the escaping cum in his hands and slathering his belly with it. Again, the thick, white globs were sucked into his body in a matter of seconds, and moments later, he shook and trembled in pleasurable convulsions. Kneeling beside Max on the bed, he finally looked up to meet the older man's eyes. Max was staring at him with a teasing grin. "I hope that's enough for now, because I'm not sure I'd survive another." Ryan blanched. "Oh, man, I'm sorry..." Max laughed. "Shit, that wasn't a complaint, Ryan! That was, like, the hottest thing ever." "Yeah?" Ryan felt himself flushing, but he gave Max a cheeky little grin anyway and settled back down on the bed. As he got comfortable, his hand wandered to that slight bulge, tracing the contours of it, noticing its hardness before settling his palm on top of it. Crossing his hands behind his head, Max watched him with half-closed eyes. "Way to blow my mind, LB," he murmured. "Remind me to return the favor one of these days." Shivering at the promise, Ryan nodded. As it turned out, he didn't have to wait long. The first time Max shoved his tongue in Ryan's hole, he almost leapt off the couch. Max grinned against his ass and held him by the hips, diving back down. They'd been watching one of Max's Breeder porn tapes, languidly jerking off side by side to it, when Ryan had let it slip that he didn't get rimming. "I mean," he had said, "isn't it rather redundant? It's not like it'll feel particularly good, I don't think. And it's sort of disgusting." Writhing on the bed, Ryan gasped and moaned, his hole tingling as that soft, wriggling tongue licked into him. Almost immediately, he felt himself release a gush of that strange slick he kept making and then it was Max's turn to moan as he lapped at the wetness. "So good," he murmured, pressing his mouth into Ryan's ass to get more of the clear fluid. Ryan's eyes rolled back as every nerve-ending there tingled and the strong muscles clenched and opened. "Oh, uh," he cried out, already so close just from that feeling. "Oh- oh! Yeah, more!" He was oozing slick constantly now and it only took a few hard stabs of Max's tongue deep into him to shove Ryan over the edge. He let out a shriek as he came hard, his untouched cock spurting high into the air above him. His pregnant belly quivered as the intense orgasm seemed to echo inside him, and suddenly, Max was shoving his hard cock into his clenching hole. Ryan screamed as he came again, the abrupt feeling of fullness startling but oh so good. He groaned through a mostly dry orgasm, sighing in relief when Max hunched into him, once, twice and then splattered his cervix with his seed, moaning with every pulse. Max always came a lot, and this time was no different, but not one drop made it out of Ryan's ass, even as the softening cock slid out and left his hole gaping open a little. Breathing harshly, Ryan felt as if floating on clouds as the hot semen was soaked up and taken deep inside in a series of long, blissful shudders. They did it a lot after that. "It's like I'm not coming at all," Max would say, pulling his clean cock out of Ryan's greedy little hole, and Ryan would smile and pat his quivering belly while he sighed in pleasure. * * * Over the course of the pregnancy, Ryan and Max continued to grow closer. They talked a lot, found out what the other liked and hated. They even went on a few dates, simple, dinner and a movie ones, but as his belly continued to grow, Ryan found himself relying more and more on Max's steady presence. The two of them fit together remarkably well, not only in bed but in every department. When he was nineteen weeks along and very obviously showing, Ryan was shuffling along after Max at the supermarket, trying to decide which craving to give in to. He hadn't had many of the usual pregnancy symptoms, a fact that made the whole thing that much easier for him. He'd had a few random cramps in the beginning, but he hadn't gained any undue weight and never got morning sickness or anything of the like. Lately, he'd been craving a lot of fresh fruit though, and that he could live with. "Max?" He called out, holding up a bag of apples. "Can I have these along with the grapes and the strawb- oh!" Dropping the apples, Ryan grabbed his belly as a fluttery sensation had him gasp in surprise. Almost instantly, Max was there, keeping a hold of him, looking worried. "You alright, Ryan? Do we need to see a Doctor?" "No," Ryan answered, pulling his lips into a gentle smile. "It's the baby, Max. I just felt it move for the first time." Max gasped, his eyes flying down. They stood in the middle of the produce aisle for a long time, their hands pressed against the warm swell of Ryan's pregnant belly. * * * Ryan was well into his third trimester and always horny. He just couldn't get enough of Max's cock, his tongue and even his hands, needing to come at least three times in a row to calm down and be able to sleep. Normal nights found them fucking and fooling around for hours, trying to come up with new ways to work around Ryan's swollen belly. One night, Ryan lay fucked out and totally satisfied on Max's bed, spread-eagled and so relaxed that he was completely unable to move. Max was standing over him, magnificent in his sweaty, flushed glory. He'd gotten Ryan off multiple times without regards to his own arousal, but now there was no stopping him. He was jerking off furiously, his eyes raking over Ryan's naked form, lingering on the protruding belly as he fucked into his tight fist. "So hot," he gasped, drops of pre-cum raining down on Ryan. "Gorgeous, fucking gorgeous, *fuck*!" With a hoarse shout, he came hard, covering Ryan in thick spurts of hot cum, some of them going as high as his hair. Licking at his lips where a few strands had landed, Ryan moaned, his hands wandering over his skin, rubbing the seed into his skin as if it was lotion. * * * Labor passed in a haze of pain and pressure, and later, Ryan would remember only snatches of it. He would have a sense of Max being present, of his strong grip around his hand, or a wet cloth being pressed against his fevered skin. But it was only the moment of birth that was clear in Ryan's mind. That moment when the pain reached an all-time high and he cried out with it, clinging to the side rails of the hospital bed. "Oh Jesus, it hurts," he moaned, curling forward around his distended belly, his legs parting as the overwhelming need to push had him assume the birthing position. He felt sick with the pain, panicky, the need to have it over with bringing tears to his eyes. "Please," he gasped breathlessly. "Oh god, please, make it stooooooop!" The last came out as a drawn-out wail the agonizing pressure forced him to bear down. A startling stab of stinging pain radiated out from his dilated hole and Ryan cried in earnest, huge, gulping sobs being torn from his throat. "I can see the head," the Doctor said calmly. Max bent over him, his expression one of forced encouragement and real empathy. "You're doing so well, Ry. Just a little bit more, yeah? Can you do that for me?" Ryan sniveled, groaning gutturally as another wave of pain crashed over him. "Nooo!" he shrieked, reaching out for Max out of instinct. "Please, no more! Get it oooouuut!"" "So well," Max soothed, kissing his temple over and over again. "My beautiful LB, such a good boy. It'll be over soon and then we'll be a real family. Hm, you want that? You want us to be a couple and raise our baby together?" Sobbing, Ryan focused on Max and Max alone. "Yes," he blubbered out, vaguely aware of a fresh bout of pain lancing through him. "I need you," Max murmured softly, his eyes clear and full of honesty. "I need you both. Just a little more, okay?" Ryan nodded, screeching through a last big contraction, feeling his baby's shoulder passing through the widened ring of muscles. He went a little crazy then, baring his teeth and shaking hard, but finally, *finally*, he felt a great rush and at once, that terrible pressure eased. Tears ran down his face as he just lay there, exhausted beyond anything he'd ever felt before, but so happy that he couldn't help but laugh through the tears. "Congratulations, it's a girl," the Doctor said. He heard Max give a joyous shout and a moment later, something wet and squirmy was placed on his chest. Looking down, his heart opened as his beautiful little baby girl opened her mouth and squalled loudly, her little face scrunching up in protest. He watched as Max cut the umbilical cord, smiling at his proud expression as the Doctor commented on her loud organ. After she'd been declared healthy, washed and wrapped in a soft pink blanket, Ryan lay in the hospital bed with her, Max snuggled into his side. They shouldn't fit, not with Max being as big as he was, but somehow they did. Even as sore as he was, Ryan wouldn't have traded this moment for any other. Cradling their tiny daughter in his arms, he looked at Max, all his insecurity over their situation rushing to the surface. "She's ours, right?" He couldn't help the plaintive note in his voice. Max smiled at him, reaching over to stroke a gentle finger over their daughter's downy head. "Yeah, Ry. She's ours." There was no more talk of Subrogation after that. End of part 2 Feedback is very much appreciated. Tell me everything! I love hearing about jerk-off sessions and cum explosions ;) For updates and sexy exchanges, follow me on Twitter @niftypatrick