Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2017 11:27:19 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cornell TX chs. 3 and 4 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. The title is an homage to Max Mann's classic muscle transformation story "Musclove, TX." This story is another venture into male impregnation (mpreg) fantasy, with a futuristic sci-fi spin. It's a longer tale, told in parts. Thanks to a4f101 for the encouragement and ideas. And thanks to all the readers who wrote in after my last mpreg story. I got a lot of great responses to that one. 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.... ch. 3 Already, at that pickup basketball game down the street at the Portises, Daniel Markham was feeling more at ease than his twin brother. Sure, this town was weird and the male pregnancy was fucked up, but life after the Conflict wasn't normal, maybe this was just another new reality he'd have to live with. Roll with the punches. It had helped that he'd hit off immediately with Mike Portis, a senior and star of the football team. Portis's eyes lit up when he found out Daniel was also a quarterback and a star player back home. "Dude, we're gonna need someone to step up now that I'm out of commission for this season," Mike said, patting his swelling belly, bared as both guys were playing on the "skins" team. He was in his second trimester, and the timing meant he'd have to sit out the football season. As much as he had so much in common with his twin brother, Daniel felt like he had a kindred spirit in Mike. The guy had every bit of athletic competitive drive he did, and a natural leader. He could sense A's disapproval as he and Mike talked, and his brother's reaction just pissed Daniel off more. So fucking what if Mike was pregnant? No reason to be an ass, Daniel thought. **** Aaron made a point of spending the time post game talking to another senior, Eric, who was decidedly not pregnant. Trim, tall, and definitely a popular kid, he had the charisma that drew Aaron in. Especially when he pulled the Markham twin aside. "Dude, I got some good weed in my car. Wanna join me?" Aaron looked around. This was one way he and his twin brother had grown apart lately. Daniel could be a goody-two shoes while Aaron was more rebellious. Looking back to Eric he nodded, "Sure man." They stole away from the group and walked around the corner to Eric's car. Eric offered Aaron the first toke. "Fuck, man, this is some good shit," the tight end said, holding in the smoke before exhaling. Eric took the splif from his hands. "Yeah, right?" As he toked in, he looked at Aaron intently, like he wanted to say something. "What man?" Aaron asked. Eric shook his head. "Nothing. But you guys feeling weirded out by being here?" Aaron sucked in another toke. He nodded. It was great that someone acknowledged it. "Yep." "It's fucking weird, right?" "I'll say. How long you been here?" "A couple months. They keep telling me I'm going to go through some change or shit, but I'm glad I haven't or I'd end up like Portis." "The town's pregnant quarterback?" Aaron had to laugh, both at the absurdity and the wave of high cresting over him. That made Eric giggle too in a deep laugh. "Can't make this shit up." *** Back at the Portis house, Daniel and the pregnant quarterback were hanging out in the basement den, playing video games, and shooting the breeze. But the real action was upstairs in Mike's younger brother's bedroom. Jake Markham fought back a groan as John Portis sank his mouth down his hard teen cock. His first blowjob! Better than he could imagine, Jake thought, and as he got treated to John's warm, wet mouth, his mind relived the sexual tension he'd felt the last 24 hours... the hot MP, his hunky neighbors, the flirtation with Doug Kelly. And now this cute classmate. There had been eye contact and some secretive touching all afternoon between the two, and Jake was feeling extra charged up. So when John had stepped up closer to Jake when showing him his baseball card collection, their hands touched and then their shoulders and all of a sudden John's hand was on Jake's crotch massaging a rapidly growing mound. "Man, you're hung," the Portis kid said, approvingly, unzipping Jake's shorts and reaching inside. This is what Jake had pined for, the attraction to another boy and sexual contact. He wanted badly to kiss John but the sophomore didn't seem interested. Instead, he crouched down and started licking Jake's dick. "Oh, God," Jake grunted as he experienced his first sexual contact, his first blow job. He didn't know what to expect but it wasn't this. This felt better. A different kind of stimulation than jerking off. The soft rhythmic strokes of John's mouth against his rod were amazing. Jake tried to hold off while John blew him. He was sure how much more cocksucking he could take and started to grip his new friend's shoulders. He was almost there, too, when John pulled off and stood up. "No," he cried, shucking down his shorts to reveal just a jock strap and backing up his ass against Jake's rigid bone. The Markham boy's instincts took over. Slowly but surely sank his eight incher inside his new buddy. There was resistance from that super tight hole but John encouraged him. "Oh yeah, fuck me, man. Fuck my ass." Jake complied, and when he was balls deep, he took a second for a mental victory lap. He'd lost his virginity in a big way, and it was incredible. And it felt more incredible when he pulled back on an outstroke then fucked it back in. Steady, determined. Increasingly delirious with sexual energy. "Hunh!" John moaned, and bucked his ass back to signal he wanted it. Wanted every inch of Jake's cock. It was too much to bear for the inexperienced top. Before he realized it, orgasm was upon him and volley after volley of semen was seeding John's hot ass. Jake was half dazed when he pulled out. He expected John to want some romantic gesture, a kiss, a cuddle or something. But his new friend just pulled up his shorts and gave a gruff, "We better get back downstairs before Dad gets home." It was kind of a buzz kill, actually, but he still felt ten feet tall, having lost his virginity. After he left, he whistled all the way home. "You have a good time, sport?" his dad said as Jake walked back in. "Yeah," Jake beamed. "We met a bunch of cool guys." He immediately went to start on one of the boxes to help his Dad out. "I think I'm gonna like living here, Dad," he said, cheerfully. 4 Jake couldn't concentrate in class. Mr. Freeman was looking especially hot today. The student had had the hots for his teacher since moving to Cornell a week ago, since that first day in class, but lately the attraction had gotten intense. Maybe it was the sex he'd had with John almost a week ago. He'd been on cloud nine after that afternoon up in John's room, only John wouldn't give him the time of day now. At school or when he tried to approach the guy in private. Major cold shoulder. Kind of pissed Jake off, but worse, he wanted to fuck again, bad. And then there was Mr. Kelly, his neighbor. There was something between them, Jake felt, but every time the high schooler tried to press it or drop hints, Mr. K would get defensive and run off to some appointment. That's why he was boned now, beyond belief, in third period History. It didn't help that Freeman's blue button down shirt seemed trimmer than the looser ones he'd been wearing. The man's stomach was fairly flat, but his pecs were huge, breasts practically, though Jake could tell they had as much muscle as any man's chest. The man mounds strained against the shirt fabric and pushed one of the buttons out of is hole, creating a gap where tufts of chest hair could be seen if Mr. Freeman turned the right angle. Worse still were the wet spots forming around the man's nipples, making the aureoles poke up in the dampened shirt. Jake had never seen anything like it. It was obscene, it was sexual, and he found himself dripping and hard all through class. He took his time getting up as the other boys filed out of the classroom. Mr. Freeman had a good idea what was going on, he'd seen it before, just not with a new arrival like Jake Markham. Sure enough, there was that telltale look in Jake's eyes and a large hardon in the teen's jeans crotch. He gulped as Jake walked up to him. "You lactating Mr. Freeman?" he asked, curious but not shocked. It was like nothing in this town would shock him now that he'd been exposed to sights hotter than he could imagine. His teacher blushed. "Fraid so. I should have worn an undershirt. These puppies are pretty full today." Impetuously Jake reached up and touched the full pecs, grazing the milky nips. "I can help, Mr. Freeman." Stepping closer he started undoing the buttons, grazing his fingers underneath the fabric as he did so, sending shivers up Freeman's spine and goosebumps along the flesh. He shouldn't be involved with a student like this, but damn it had been too long... It was Jake's turn to gasp as he pulled open the shirt. Large, muscular hairy chest swollen with dadmilk. The tips of the aureoles were leaking with dewy pearl-white fluid. "Fuck, Mr. F," he groaned. His hands gripped the man's tits and jiggled them, assessing how their fullness bounced lewdly. With a firm grip, the teen squeezed the right pec and watched in amazement as a stream of milk trickled out. Quickly he swooped in and latched his mouth on the spurting nip. "That's it, Markham," his teacher hissed. "Milk those tits, buddy. Relieve the pressure." After letting the young man nurse for a while, he nudged him off and offered his other tit for sucking attention. "Gonna feed me my lunch, sir?" Jake asked teasingly before sucking down more sweet milk. Jake drank milk like a baby and was harder than he could remember. His own briefs were soaked through with pre-jizz and impetuously he undid his jeans and shucked down his underwear, freeing his dripping wet cock. When he pulled off Mr. F's hairy tit he looked the man in the eye with a look of pure hunger. "I wanna fuck you, Mr. F. I wanna fuck you bad." Then, Jake added a soft, plaintive, "Please." Freeman moaned. He was afraid of this. He shouldn't be letting Markham take charge like this, particularly since the boy hadn't been in town for a week, not long enough to undergo the transformation. Still, the young guy was undressing him now, unbuckling the belt of his khakis, while kissing along the side of his thick 38-year old body, touching the right spots along his neck. Making the older man really want to put out. When Jake turned the man around and nestled his cock into the man's hairy ass, Freeman didn't resist. Jake hadn't lubed up but was leaking enough to make the entry smooth as silk. Steve Freeman was getting fucked for the first time since giving birth to his last child. Long hard steady strokes of teen cock inside him. He knew it was risky, he knew young Markham's seed could catch. What he didn't expect was how turned on the possibility would make him. Particularly when Jake started talking. "You on the pill, Mr. F? God I want impregnate your hot bod.... would you like that? Carrying my baby, my baby boy. I wanna watch my son nurse from your hot hairy tits," he gripped the man's pecs in his hands, marauding and caressing them. "Yeah, you got a hardon Mr F? A hard dick just thinking about me knocking you up? Oh fuck!" It was his second fuck ever, and Jake didn't last long. Hot heavy spurts entered Mr. Freeman's fertile insides. The man grunted and felt the kid's semen enter him, impregnate him. His own cock twitched and started firing across the room, long high arcs that signaled the orgasm that would make impregnation even more likely. When the two men disentangled, Mr. Freeman was starting to feel ashamed but he couldn't deny the look of pure happiness on his student's face. "That was awesome, Mr. F," Jake beamed, pulling on his half-turgid satisfied cock as if he could prolong the pleasurable sensation. "We gonna be able to do that again?" After his experience with John Portis, he was nervous about getting cut off once more. He was enjoying fucking way too much to stop now. His teacher's resolve melted and he broke into a smile of his own. "Probably. You're a good fuck Markham."