Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2017 13:18:54 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cornell TX ch. 11 Cornell, Texas Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) FOR ADULTS ONLY. The following contains depictions of sexual acts between men, including men who are related. If this is inappropriate for your age or offends you, go no further. The story is fiction. In real life, act responsibly. This story indulges in male impregnation (mpreg) fantasy, with a futuristic sci-fi spin. Please consider making a donation to the Nifty Archive to support all the great work they do. Cornell, Texas Bill Drake In the future, 16 years after the Conflict.... 11 Daniel Markham peeled down his boxer briefs, letting his erect prick slap up against his full belly as he watched his twin brother recline back on the bed. "Damn, Danny," Aaron said reaching down between his spread legs and running his long finger along his tender, horny hole. "You're looking more and more like a lineman every day, all chunked up with your pregnancy weight." Daniel smiled and swayed his hips playfully, letting his 7 month belly swing back and forth as he stepped toward the bed. "It's not like yours, bro," he said, carefully crawling up onto the bed. "Yours is like a perfect beach ball." His hands touched Aaron's pregnant stomach as the two brothers met in a soft kiss. They grunted into each others' mouth, conveying passion and love and the silent communication of two men at the same part of their pregnancy cycle at the same time. They'd been popular, real popular in Cornell, Texas. Two twins, athletes, in the prime of their young manhood. All the breeders in town wanted to do them, as a pair or separately. And the young men ate up the attention, getting off on the way their bro-on-bro act turned the town's best tops on. But it was nice to have a little time to themselves, like tonight. To connect on their own. They told each other it was to practice for one of their twin-sex displays, but they got off on it, too. "Wow, you're an amazing kisser, A..." Daniel said, his hands traveling up to tease his brother's nips, which felt fleshier and fuller in between his fingers. How much longer before they'd start producing milk? "Yeah?" Aaron muttered before meeting his brother for another liplock. Finally Daniel pulled back. "I'm gonna see if the general will name my son after you. Aaron Portis." Aaron got an excited look on his face and scrambled down the best he could. Getting between his brother's spread legs and licking the bearer gash, zeroing in on the teen's jock pucker. It wasn't a top's rim job, assertive in any way, but a slow, tender asslicking. "I wish mine was gonna be a boy." He'd gotten back the sonogram and while he was thrilled he'd be giving Coach Grant a baby girl, he wanted so bad to return the favor and name his first son after Danny. Maybe next time... Daniel ruffled Aaron's hair affectionately then got a serious look on his face. "A... I got something to ask but I don't want you to think I'm crazy or messed up." "Dude. Danny..." Aaron said in a tone that told Daniel he was pissed his brother would even think such a thing. "I mean," Daniel started. "You think Jake's hot?" He felt embarrassed articulating that out loud, but he'd been thinking it for some time. Aaron laughed as he stretched out to recline next to Daniel. "You kidding? Little bro's a stud. He's got, what, thirty dudes pregnant already? And those are only the ones we know about." Daniel nodded, relieved he wasn't the only one who'd been thinking incestuous thoughts about Jake. "And he's gotten even hotter since he's started working out." The twins had shown their brother around the weight room and Jake's body already was responding real quick, putting on ten pounds of muscle in four months. "I'd love to have little bro fuck me, Danny. What about you?" "God yeah." The brothers kissed. "I think he only goes for older dudes, though." "Well there's John Portis. And Zach Delahunt. But yeah, I see what you mean. He's practically moved in with Mr. Kelly." The two brothers were stroking their hard cocks openly now, alternating their talk with loving kisses that become more urgent as their pleasure rose. "Danny... you still planning to go to State next year. You know, play ball?" Daniel nodded. "Hell yeah. Aren't you?" Keith Kelly had boned him when he was last home and he thought it would be cool to spend more time with the upperclassman. Aaron shook his head. "I've thought about staying here." His breath was getting shorter now as he stroked off. "There's this guy. Mitch McPherson." Daniel knew exactly who Aaron was talking about. A strong 26 year old, 5'11" construction worker who was one of the more prolific Breeders in town. "Yeah?" "He wants to breed me, Danny," Aaron exhaled as his load began ejaculating over his distended belly. "Christ," he sighed. Coming down from his orgasm he reached over and grabbed Daniel's balls to stimulate him. "I want him to. I mean, have you seen his crotch?" "Yeah," Daniel admitted. "The dude's got some giant balls stuffed into those jeans." "They're even more magnificent to touch. Dude makes me see stars whenever he fucks me." Aaron's teen prick remained hard and dripping, poking out from his belly. "That's like all your tops, A," Danny laughed, and Aaron laughed along, too. Then Aaron got serious. "You know, Mitch is always saying I'm a perfect bearer." His broad hands rand along his cum-covered belly, rubbing in the fresh semen into his smooth skin. "Says he wants to have a bunch of kids with me." He turned to look at his brother. "And I wanna, Danny. Is that fucked up? I'd totally love to have ten, fifteen, twenty kids with that stud." Daniel gave his brother a reassuring kiss. "I think that's awesome stud. It's rare to find a breeder who wants to stick with one guy." "If he's on the level," Aaron reflected, tossing his head back like a frustrated teenage girl. "Even if he's not, though, I'd want it. Want Mitch McPherson's sperm." **** "Is that all, sir?" Stan Markham had been helping the General with the project. Though he was a noncommissioned officer, the General took a shine to him and had handpicked him to help with a confidential report to the government about progress in Cornell. Part of it was that Stan was a hard worker, serious and trustworthy, part of it was the bond of Daniel carrying the next Portis kid, and part of it was the respect he had for Jake Markham. Having a Breeder in the family raised one's status in Cornell. Portis stood up from his desk and walked around. "Just a question, Markham. How you doing? I mean, personally?" Stan was circumspect. "Personally, sir? Doing OK. I mean, I just went to Doc Harrison and my baby's healthy as can be," he said patting his big stomach, which was straining the new Army uniform shirt he just got fitted into three weeks ago. He had to unbutton one of the buttons and the shirt peeled apart to show the undershirt beneath. "And my boys are all happy. Especially Jake. You know how Breeders are, sir..." He gave a laugh, and Portis chuckled knowingly, too. "I know your boys are having a grand time here in Cornell. But what about you? I'm asking man to man." The Command Sergeant Major paused and decided to be frank. "I'm lonely, sir. I don't know, when you're my age, you get some attention, but not like the young guys." Portis loved young men. Lithe, hot studs in their prime of entering manhood. It's why his boys were getting hard daddy fucks every night. But at that moment he was feeding off his junior officer's desire. Stan Markham was a good looking man, no doubt. Fighting fit, still had some of his boyishly handsome looks, the dirty blond hair kept regulation tight. The general's hands started rubbing the man's belly and undoing the buttons. "You're gonna be my stress release while we're on this project," he said matter of factly while planting a kiss on Stan. "Yes, sir," Stan mumbled through the oral assault. They made out, and Stan's body responded in heat. Not quite his initial post-change fertile heat, but something more purely sexual. A desire to connect with another man. A desire to feel a hard dick inside him. Like a key in a lock. Within a half minute the General had maneuvered the officer daddy around and shucked down the tan uniform trousers. Revealing a magnificent pair of muscular buns covered in blond fur. Portis hawked his spit and let it drool onto his oversized tool. Then pushed inside, battering his way past the elastic ring of Stan's puck. Soon, with a steady pace he was thrusting with nice hard strokes inside the welcome Bearer rectum. Stan grunted excitedly with each inward thrust. "Oh God, you feel good, sir. Big long dick in me." "That's what you need, Sergeant Major." His commanding hands caressing the junior officer's belly, comparing it in his mind to Daniel and Aaron Markham's pregnant bellies. "Yes, sir." Stan leaned forward to a more accommodating posture and spread he legs further. "You're too uptight Markham," Portis growled as he slammed his cock inside the handsome Army man. "Never sticking up for what you really want." "Yes sir," Stan agreed meekly. "What do you want, Markham?" "I want dick sir!" Stan barked in military-compliant reply. "Big hard dick pounding my tight Army hole!" It was like the floodgates were open. Portis was bringing it out of him. All the desires he'd had these past months, all the changes his body had undergone. As he braced himself against Portis's mahogany desk with his strong arms, Stan growled excitedly. Portis grinned at Stan's change. "Fuck, yeah, Markham, that's what I'm talking about!" Encouraged, Stan continued. "I want to be a bitch for Breeder cock." Then a thought, deep repressed, came bubbling up and Stan couldn't stop it. "Even my boy. Jake. My boy's big Breeder cock." "Fuck!" Portis growled, turned on by Stan's admission of incestuous desire. It wasn't new to him, given the fact that both of his sons were sleeping nightly in their father's bed. But hearing the words from straight-laced by-the-books Stan Markham made the idea sound an nastier. "I want Jake's big hard son cock violating my daddy hole," Stan huffed, getting carried away. "I got me a Breeder son, General. Least I can do for him is be a tight hole for him to get off in. Maybe make some..." Stan couldn't finish his thought before orgasm wracked his body. Made him pass out even, so he wasn't conscious when General Portis nutted inside his snug bowels. **** Jake Markham was having lunch with his new best friend, Steve Preston. The freshman Breeder had a big smirk on his face. He'd been telling Jake about his previous night's fuck. "Easiest money in the world, right?" Jake nodded. "How much he pay you?" "Five hundred," Steve boasted, still unbelieving that dudes would give him money to fuck them. But he and Jake were the rare Breeders who had a real thing for the older Bearers, so they were in demand. Jake smiled in sympathy. "Cool. That's what I get. Plus a big tip when the pregnancy test comes out positive." "How much business you pulling in, Markham?" Steve had gone through the changes only recently and looked up to his best friend as a mentor of sorts. "Up to four hired breeds a week now. Though I did six last week." Jake and his father had a real big argument after the first guy showed up for his session, offering to pay Jake for his stud services. It was the only time he disobeyed his dad, and part of him felt low for that, but deep down he knew this was right. A win-win for Breeder and Bearer. Besides, he had to do his bit for the population. He'd been putting the money away in a savings account, every penny of it. "Dude, I bet. You're a legend. Only guy in Cornell to knock up a Bearer before going through the changes." "You're pretty legendary, too, Preston. You went through your changes about a year before anyone else." The freshman still looked young, but his cock and testicles were full Breeder sized. Steve ate up the complement. "You know, you should have seen that Daddy I fucked last night. Big beefy stud, gray up top, dark hairy chest. I told him I wouldn't breed him unless he let me shave him down." "Fuck...." Jake exclaimed in appreciation. The idea had never occurred to him but it sounded real hot just then. "Who was he?" "You know I never remember their names, Markham," Steve sneered. He was definitely a dump-and-go kind of guy. "Shorter guy, muscle Dad, almost stocky. It took me a half hour to shave all that fur off, and by the time we got down to business it took me like fifteen seconds to come in him." "I wonder if Doug would let me shave him," Jake thought aloud, trying to decide if he's prefer Mr. Kelly with or without that soft chest hair. Steve laughed. "Dude, you could tell that guy to jump and he'd ask how high. He's crazy about you, man." Steve often kidded Jake for his romantic streak and the long-term situation he had with his older neighbor. Jake couldn't help it, that's how he was wired. Even when fucking guys in a one-time breed or for some stress relief, he was a caring lover. But maybe he could take a lesson from Steve and embrace his more dominant side. Mr. K seemed to like when he was aggressive in bed... Steve continued his banter. "Maybe while you're shacked up with Mr. K, I can come over and fuck your dad." Jake's face turned red and his brow furrowed. He gave Steve a harsh push. "Asshole!" "What?" Steve objected, surprised at Jake's outburst. His friend was usually so laid back. "Your dad's smoking hot." That made Jake madder. "I'm serious Steve, you lay a finger on my dad and I'll kick your ass." His nostrils were practically flaring now. Steve held his hands up in surrender. "All right, all right." He crossed his heart and held his entwined fingers up in an oath. "You got my word buddy." Then, adding, "You boning your dad?" The tension was draining from Jake now that the confrontation had been resolved. "No. I just want to make sure he doesn't end up with a player. Any guy who does my dad is gonna know his name and treat him with respect. Or he's gonna have to answer to me." Steve shook his head in disbelief. Jake Markham was one hell of a silly romantic. Still, deep down Steve understood the possessiveness. He was starting to feel that way about a certain 50 year old cop on the local force, Sgt. Kerrigan. Yeah, Ed Kerrigan, he thought in a vivid mental picture. 5'11" strapping piece of daddy beef, twinkling blue eyes, mischievous smile, salt and pepper hair gone completely gray at the temples. The very idea had Steve's cock at full erection. "Fuck, I'm horny, man." Jake leaned back and spread his legs. His prick formed a noticeable rod in his jeans. "Tell me about it. All this talk of fucking." In perfect timing, Principal Connors approached the table. "You boys staying out of trouble?" The high school principal was a man everyone liked, from students to the other men in town. An affable guy with a big appetite for cock, his latest pregnancy was just starting to show against the otherwise well-fitting dress shirt. "Wow, Mr. C," Steve said, "You certainly have a nose for teen bone, huh?" The young teen gripped the boner in his loose pants and waved it lewdly on display for the authority figure. The principal was caught off guard and blushed, but could resist looking down at Steve Preston's excited crotch. And over to Jake Markham's. Jake was raised to be respectful at all times and he did his best to live up to the way he was taught. But Steve brought out his more daring side. It was like the two Breeder buddies egged each other on. Jake decided to out-do Steve's cockiness and he shifted his chair and undid his jeans, letting his large prick poke out, already dripping with thick pearly white precum. Steve gave out an appreciative "yeah" at seeing his buddy's naughty side come out. Connors gulped as he watched that amazing Breeder cock appear on display, now even bigger that Jake was tucking his jeans below his full lemon-sized testicles. What was it? Ten, eleven thick inches? The 40-year-old man could smell the virile seed even from several feet away. "Jake, I don't...," he stammered, unable to complete his thought. Especially now that the Preston kid was impishly following suit, displaying an equally rigid and wet cock in full view of the cafeteria. The other boys were gradually aware that something was going on and were directing their eyes over to the Breeders. This was against school rules, and grounds for suspension. But everyone had a good idea that Jake and Steve weren't going to be punished. Particularly when Principal Connors loosened his tie and carefully knelt down on the linoleum floor. He swallowed Jake's big cock first. "Fuck his mouth, Jake!" Steve grunted, starting a slow stroke on his dripping rod. His buddy complied, thrusting his hips up so that more of that hard Markham meat wedged into the older man's throat. He loved showing off for his buddy, proving he could be a rough fucker in addition to a romantic cuddler of a Breeder. His glutes contracted with regular pulses shoving dick deeper and deeper. Mr. Connors' face was turning red, showing off the thinning hair and patrician nose, and the sight was all Jake could take before a deep rumbling orgasm hit the teen, sending waves of fresh potent jizz down the man's throat, as he body tensed and relaxed in succession. "Goddamn, Mr. C," he sighed with a smile as the spermy, slimy cock plopped out of his principal's mouth. Steve was patiently waiting his turn but just barely. As Connor turned to him, Steve reached down and started undoing his shirt buttons. "Come on, Mr. C, I wanna fuck those titties of yours." He'd been eyeing the way the man's full muscular chest was starting to fill out further with his pregnancy weight. The young Preston wanted to feel those perfect daddy tits against his aching cock. The principal looked up expectantly as the freshman stepped up and nestled his dripping cock in the groove between Connors' bulging pecs. The kid's cock felt bigger against his warm skin, particularly when he started fucking it excitedly. "You gonna slut out for me after school today, Mr. C? It's been a week since I've tapped your hot ass." Steve Preston was trouble, all right, Mr. Connors decided. But as bossy as the kid was, he had a trump card in controlling him. "Fuck Daddy's titties, Steve," he urged, tapping into Steve's father fixation. "Spray Daddy with that hot son seed." That's all it took. Steve's grip got tighter on Mr. C's shoulders, real tight and his thrusting prick sprayed heavy hot ropes of potent jism all over the principal's neck and upper chest. Mr. Connors felt embarrassed to have been used like that by the Breeder friends, in front of the whole cafeteria, no less. But he had a sense of pride too, so when he stood up, he adjusted the bone in his crotch, where he'd just come himself and he left his shirt unbuttoned and his tie undone, showing off the dripping trophy of Steve Preston's come on his middle-aged hairy chest and stomach. The semen was starting to run and cool on his skin, flowing down to soak the top of his trousers. Its smell emanated off him. "See you in my office at 3, gentlemen," he said with a wink as he started walking his normal rounds down the hall, letting the Bearer students look on in jealousy.