Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2017 15:55:49 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cornell, TX chapter 8

Cornell, Texas
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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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
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This story indulges in male impregnation (mpreg) fantasy, with a futuristic
sci-fi spin.


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Cornell, Texas Bill Drake

In the future, 16 years after the Conflict....


chapter 8

Stan and his son Daniel sat in the waiting room. Jake had wanted to come
too, but the father insisted he go to school. He was going to insist that
Daniel go, too, but he pulled his dad aside and said he had something
really important to tell him.

"Can it wait?" Stan asked impatiently, walking a pained Aaron to the car.

"Don't think so, Dad. Just let me come. I want to be there for A, too."

His father relented and now he was glad Aaron's twin brother was there as
they walked him into the doctor's. They'd felt reassured when the nurse
said things would be all right. They'd seen this before.

Stan remembered Doug's counsel to go to Doc Harrison at the first sign of
the changes but this seemed more intense than Stan was expecting. Aaron was
in real pain, with hard cramps in his belly. It tore him up to see his boy
suffering like this, and he nervously worried his other boys might suffer,
too.

As they sat there, waiting, Daniel spoke up. "Dad? Is A going through the
changes? Is he going to be a Bearer?"

Stan leaned back and wiped the nervous sweat from his palms on his
jeans. "Fraid so, Danny. Nurse seems to think it's normal."

The teen paused, then added. "I've gone through mine, Dad. A couple days
ago."

Stan Markham looked at his boy in surprise. "Really? You went through all
that?" gesturing toward the room where Aaron was seeing the doctor.

Daniel shook his head. "No, sir, mine wasn't painful, just an itch, I dunno
Dad, a need..."

"You sure it's happened?"

"Yeah, Dad, pretty damn sure." He rarely swore around his father, but he
was feeling more of an adult now, after his breeding session with General
Portis.

His father had a million questions for Daniel but was afraid to ask him. He
was definitely feeling over his head in this town.

Daniel looked straight ahead, "Sorry I'm not gonna be able to carry on the
Markham name, Dad," he said softly.

"Aw, Danny, it's not like that..." Stan started but was interrupted by the
appearance of Dr. Aster, a middle-aged, handsome man wearing slacks, an
oxford shirt and white coat. Behind him, Aaron appeared, a woozy expression
on his face but looking better.

"Your boy's fine, Mr. Markham. I gave him something for the cramps, and
within a day he should be feeling normal. He'll need to stay home today and
rest up, of course."

"Yes, Doctor, thank you."

He looked at both the young men. "I take it you've given Aaron the birds
and the bees talk? He's gonna be in major heat pretty soon."

"That part probably wasn't in my birds and the bees talk, Doc," Stan
laughed nervously.

Daniel blushed, thinking about all that had transpired with him
already. Doctor Aster noticed and looked back at Stan. "Your other boy
doing OK?"

Stan sighed. "You might want to see him, too, Doctor. I think he's gone
through the changes too."

"Daniel, sir," the twin introduced himself as he shook the doctor's hand
and walked into his office. The door shut behind them.

"You OK, son?" Stan asked Aaron, clasping his arms affectionately around
his boy.

"Yeah, Dad," Aaron said. "Sorry to scare you like that."

"I knew you were strong enough to handle it. You're a Markham, right?"

Aaron laughed at his Dad's weird optimism and felt a little
better. "Yessir."

***

Aaron slept for much of the afternoon, while his Dad went to work and
Daniel went to school. When he woke up, it was nearly 3 o'clock and he felt
ravenously hungry. He went to the kitchen and fixed himself a sandwich,
then made another. It was only when he was done that he realized he hadn't
showered for the day. Stripping down his sweat pants, he made his way to
the bathroom.

The water felt great spraying on his body, and Aaron enjoyed the sensual
feel of soaping up his jock muscles. The problem was, when he got to his
ass, his fingers dove deep into the asscrack and felt really
good. Immediately his dick popped into a hard bone. Cautiously, Aaron dug a
little deeper with his digit and saw his cock respond with a hard
thwack. He tried to twist more inside him, but there was a limit to how
deep he could get. Finally he withdrew his finger, turned off the water and
leaned his head against the shower tile. "Fuck!" he cried, in frustration.

His ass felt hungry, empty even, and what was worse, he started thinking
about what it would be like to be pregnant. To have some man shove his hard
cock inside him and plant some potent seed in his now fertile belly. He
hated himself for thinking these thoughts, but they came to him with
increasing intensity. It was wrong, he thought, as his hands traveled down
his rock hard abs. He'd lose this flat stomach as it grew slowly at first,
then finally as big as Mr. Kelly, then as big and round as Coach Stockton
or that MP they saw on their first night there. It made Aaron sick just
thinking about it but the idea quickly morphed into an instant, intense
fantasy.

Maybe he could make that fantasy reality, he thought as he stepped out and
dried his body with a big towel, taking time to rub his asscleft and tender
hole. Dr. Aster had told him that he's a Bearer, too, so was out. The
Kellys next door were both knocked up and in any case weren't at home. His
football coach Ted Stockton was now seven months pregnant. Aaron racked his
brain to think of a suitable man to impregnate him, all the while jacking
his cock and feeling the precum drip down.

Then he remembered. Coach Grant had fucked his buddy Eric. Maybe he'd do
Aaron as well. Excitedly, Aaron slipped on some clothes and texted his twin
brother "U able to give me a ride after school bro?"

"Sure thing. U feeling better?"

"Yeah. Only the changes are really kicking in." He deleted the text before
sending, ashamed to admit anything to his brother. Only he then retyped it
and pressed send before he could stop himself.

Daniel sat in his sixth period class texting his brother. He knew exactly
what A meant. That horny, I want to get fucked now feeling. He'd been
feeling it, too, again, now that it had been a couple of days since his
pairing with the General. So, yeah, he'd help his brother out however he
could. Drive him where he had to go. Daniel felt bad and knew he could get
in trouble sneaking behind Dad's back like this. After all, A was supposed
to spend the day at home. But he also knew his Dad shouldn't know about
everything going on with him and his twin sexually.

***

The car pulled up a little after 3:30 and Aaron bounded out, shirtless and
wearing just an old pair of workout shorts.  A sheepish and somewhat pained
look on his face.

"Where we going A?" Daniel asked as his brother climbed into the passenger
side.

"Coach Grant's house." Thankfully baseball season was over and there was at
least a chance the baseball coach would be coming home after school. Aaron
gave directions and they were off to the Grant house.

"Want me to come with you, A?" Daniel asked as he put the car in park. He
wasn't sure if he had ulterior motive, since he knew Coach Grant was a
muscular stud at age 32. Medium-tall, dirty blond hair, always had a five o
clock shadow.

"You mind, Dan?" he asked, nervous now.

"Trust me bro, you'll love it," Daniel said reading his brother's mind.

"You gonna tell me about your first?" Aaron said as they walked up to the
front door.

"Later, bro," he said. "Time to see if Coach G is home," he said and
pressed the doorbell.

Bob Grant was a little surprised to see the Markham twins at his front
door, so soon after school was out. He'd not even had time to change out of
his button down and khakis from teaching. But the sight before him was one
for sore eyes. It had been a long week without a good lay, since he'd done
that Smith boy. And the way Aaron Markham stood there, wearing only a
flimsy pair of shorts, his hard prick poking up in them, the coach had a
good idea what they were there for.

"Gentlemen, come in. Anything I can help you with?" he asked in as
professional and teacherly a tone as he could muster.

Daniel spoke up. "My brother's going through his changes today. He thought
that maybe if we came over, you'd..." he trailed off, now nervous in front
of this authority figure.

"Eric told me you did him," Aaron chimed in, now feeling hornier. "I don't
know what kind of guys you go for, Coach, but well..." He pushed his shorts
down and let Coach see his teen boner before turning around and showing off
his jock ass. Leaning forward, he parted his muscular ass cheeks, revealing
his twitching pucker. Horniness was definitely winning out over any
reservations he had. "Whaddya think Coach?"

"Looks pretty nice, Markham." Coach turned to Daniel. "You here for moral
support?"

"Pretty much. Only," he wasn't sure he should say this. "I, um, went
through the changes a couple of days ago. Got broken in then."

"Damn," Coach said, unbuttoning his shirt buttons and kicking off his
shoes. "Twins."

Aaron and Daniel smiled nervously. They'd not ever thought of their
twin-ness in a sexual way, but the fact it turned this stud top on made
them happy. Daniel put his arm around his brother's nude shoulder. "You
want us both, Coach? At the same time? As long as you show my bro A here a
good first time..." Aaron's body shook excitedly at his brother's touch,
the feel of Daniel's arm along his bare shoulder. And now Danny's fingers
were tracing along A's exposed nipple. Fuck!

Coach gave a lusty scowl and stepped up to the two men.

"God, I hit the fucking jackpot. Come on guys let's take this to the
bedroom."

They'd barely walked into Grant's bedroom when Aaron walked up impatiently
and wrapped around his arms around the Coach, drawing the burly man into
his grip and initiating a heavy kiss. Coach practically laughed at how
fucking eager Aaron was, this surly teen who a couple days earlier had
walked the halls of Cornell High with a cocky scowl on his face. Now, well,
now, the teen's hands were pawing at Bob's hard cock through his khakis.

"Woo boy, you're a live one, all right," he teased as he broke the
kiss. Then looking over at Daniel and saw the brother looking forward in a
combination of shyness and lust. "What about you? You as good a Bearer as
your brother here?"

"Yessir," Daniel answered deferentially and stepped up to the coach. His
lips met the man's. The gruff coach's lips were surprisingly soft against
the teen jock's. It was still new to him, man-to-man kissing, French
kissing, but it felt thrilling as the Breeder's tongue entered his mouth in
a domineering fashion, pushing in and exploring the insides of his oral
cavity. He didn't have General Portis's experience or technique but his
tongue was nice and thick and filled Daniel's mouth. And the Coach's hands
on his shorts, pulling them down, now feeling his cock. Or maybe those were
A's hands, his own brother's. Oh fuck! He moaned excitedly into Coach
Grant's mouth as his sex drive really kicked in.

When the man stepped back, Daniel couldn't help it. He turned his head to
the left, matched in synch with his brother's and their noses turned to the
opposite sides and their lips joined. It was wicked and nasty but here he
and A were kissing, really kissing.

"Damn, I'm sorry Dan," Aaron moaned as they stopped their kiss, feeling
freaked out but also majorly turned on. "I couldn't help it."

"It's OK, A. I wanted it too. Felt awesome."

"Yeah?" A wave of lust welled up inside him again, like a huge
wave. Impelling him forward toward Daniel. Their mouths met again, slower
this time in their kiss, more loving. Tongue tracing tongue, brother
connecting to brother.

"Damn," Aaron finally said.

Daniel felt butterflies in his stomach. This was every bit as hot as his
own deflowering. Or hot in a different way. He turned to look at the
30-something coach, who had already kicked off his pants and shed his
underwear. On display was a beautiful, thick 8 incher of a cock, leaking
like mad. "You gonna make his first time great, Coach?" Daniel asked.

He grabbed his cock and shook it in a lewd display. "You bet. And I can
guarantee I'm gonna put a baby in him, too. Never met a virgin so ready for
it."

Daniel thought his brother would be nervous, like he was with General
Portis. In fact, he half expected a wise-crack from his cynic
brother. Instead Aaron was quickly pushing down his shorts and turning
around to back his body up against the Coach.

"You really gonna impregnate me, Coach G?" the twin jock asked while
undulating his muscular young body against the Coach's older, burlier, and
hairier build. "Give me something to remember from my first time?"

Bob Grant wrapped his arms possessively around Aaron's taller but younger
frame, nibbling playfully at the teen's ear. "That what you came over for,
isn't it Hot Stuff? Some of my sperm deep in your man womb. Came over to be
my bitch for the day, didn't you?"

Aaron's already erect and aching cock pounded excitedly as Grant trash
talked him and thrust that large cock against this itching crack. Gawd, he
wanted that Breeder cock inside him bad. He could almost smell the potent
sperm in the man's precum. Or maybe that was his imagination.

"Daniel," Coach instructed, "Go fetch the lube. There's a big tube inside
the night stand."

Daniel practically jumped to the task, impatient to see the deed done. It
didn't take him long to find the industrial sized tube of lubricant. The
Markham teen shook nervously as he picked it up, reflecting on how many
guys Coach G fucked.

When he looked up, Coach and A were already making out good and heavy, and
Coach was walking Daniel's brother back onto the bed. Coach's hands were
all over the running back's perfect bod, but his lust was outdone by the
bottom's hungry writhing against Grant's domineering form, gripping the
man's broad back in his hands and wrapping his legs around the man's waist.

"Damn, you're not even gonna need foreplay," Bob growled. "Kid," he
instructed Daniel, "toss me the lube. Unless you want to grease me up
yourself."

Daniel felt a shiver as he scooted on the mattress while Coach leaned
back. His hands shook as he poured the liquid over the man's large cock,
and carefully he closed his quarterback hands around the rod to rub the
lubricant evenly over the steely length.

"God, you got a nice cock, Coach," Daniel said.

"Good enough to take your brother's cherry?" Grant leered.

"Yessir, it's almost as big as General Portis's definitely a little
longer."

"Ha," Grant muttered. "Portis took your cherry?"

"Yessir. Pretty sure he knocked me up, too." He felt embarrassed saying
this aloud, but Aaron was looking up at him, not in disapproval but in pure
lust. Daniel felt the cock twitch in his hand and forced himself to
withdraw his hand before Coach came from the caresses. "How many kids has
this cock fathered, Sir?"

Coach Grant stopped a minute to think. "Dunno. At least thirty." He felt a
real sense of power over these perfect Markham twins.

But he didn't have too long to savor that feeling, cause Aaron lurched up
and jumped him. Unable to wait, the teen in heat spun around and started
backing himself up against the large, potent phallus. Stuffing it inside
himself.

"Oh yeah," Aaron moaned as eight inches of fat coach coach pushed deeper
inside and his virginity disappeared.

Coach Grant was too turned on now to take it easy. Immediately he started
vigorous, deep thrusts inside the young fertile man, driving both men wild
in the process. "Goddamnit you little horndog of a bitch," he growl,
pounding furiously into the football player that he held tightly in his
arms.

Aaron felt indescribable waves of pleasure coursing through his body. The
fucker's rigid bone battered his inner gland, making it quiver and vibrate
in ecstasy. What had started out as meeting a deep need had crossed into
something else. Active pleasure in getting fucked, in being dominated.  The
familiar sensation of orgasm was building, only it wasn't from his cock but
from inside, deep inside his guts.

What pushed him over the edge was Daniel. His brother came around and stood
in front of him, a concerned but happy expression as he watched his twin
get fucked. Their faces edged closer and their mouths clutched. Daniel's
tongue entered his brother's hungry mouth. Aaron lost it, spraying Daniel's
nude body with his jizz, as the most intense orgasm made him light headed
to the point of nearly passing out.

When he came to, Daniel was looking into his eyes, all smiles. "You did it,
bro. I'm pretty sure you're pregnant now."

"Yeah?" A smiled, feeling a surprising happiness at the changes of his
body. He hadn't even been aware of Coach ejaculating but now that the hard
Breeder cock was withdrawing he now felt the wetness of sperm at his
violated loosened hole.

"Alright, stud," Grant spoke to Daniel as he stepped back, cock still rock
hard and dripping in the aftershocks of orgasm. "Your turn."