Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2018 12:56:19 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cornell TX spin-off: Rogue III Cornell TX: Rogue III by Petr V NOTICE: This story contains sexually explicit material and is for adults only. The following is a spin-off addition to the Cornell, TX series by Bill Drake, published with the author's permission. This chapter details Jake's transformation and should be read between chapters 9 and 10. Please consider a donation to the Nifty Archive to support the work they do. Rogue III by Petr V It was the third day after Jake underwent the change and he had to admit Mr. Kelly had been a champion. The first night they spent together Jake had never really got soft, and his angry hardon had continued to drip even when they fell into exhausted sleep. They had to sleep with towels. The next morning Jake immediately eased back in Mr. Kelly's stickily lubed ass and in a few minutes had the older man gasping and spewing his own load. "So hot, sir," murmured Jake, maneuvering into position to kiss the older man. "You didn't come yet," said Mr. Kelly. "Oh, I will," replied Jake, his cock throbbing deep inside Mr. Kelly's clutching guts. "I'm just trying to make it last a little longer." Mr. Kelly's eyes rolled as Jake resumed his place behind him and began to pump that big Markham dick. "Oh, yeah, Jake, that's it. Oh yeah, ohh, oh yeah." Jake grinned proudly as Mr. Kelly experienced his first of that morning's many anal orgasms. That second day Mr. Kelly had ended up taking the day off work and he and Jake had fucked most of the day. Fucked, although Mr. Kelly had to admit it was a lot more like making love. Jake was affectionate, considerate, and relentless. Mr. Kelly's prostate felt, well, he struggled to find words, 'fantastic' and 'glowing' didn't begin to do it justice, 'like it had had the workout of its life' seemed closer, but none of them seemed quite right to describe the intense pleasurable ache that Jake made him feel for hours at a time. That night they slept more, although Jake's boner continued to drool. So on the third day, after a half hour session that left them both gasping, and Mr. Kelly with three copious loads of Jake's powerful seed deep within him, Mr. Kelly regretfully told the teen he had to go to work. Jake looked crestfallen, but nodded. "I understand, sir." The older man kissed him, "It's not that I don't want to stay here with you..." He looked at Jake shyly, hopefully, "And I'll be home tonight." "Yes, sir!" Jake answered with a grin. After Mr. Kelly left, Jake made his way home next door. He had the house to himself, as his father had already left for work and his brothers for school. He stood in the kitchen in just his underwear and wondered what he was supposed to do. The doctor had told him to take a week off school, but it was a lot like being grounded if he was just going to stay home. He poured himself a big glass of juice; the doctor had told him it was important to stay hydrated while his body was constantly producing fluids. As he put the juice away, he noticed appreciatively that his father had stocked the fridge with protein shakes. And left him the car keys. As he finished the juice he felt his cock throb with renewed need in his ever-tighter boxer briefs. "I guess I've still got my hand," he thought. Jake pushed his UA's down and fisted his cock. There was no need for lube; new clear gel-like sap coated the head. He gave himself a couple of strokes, groaning with pleasure for the stimulation he now seemed to constantly need. Then he stopped in puzzlement. He stared at his cock. It throbbed. He switched hands, still staring at it. Then he wrapped his right hand around the base, and the left around the head. Or what he expected to be the head. Only now at least half the fat helmet head extended beyond his left fist. He was ninety percent sure it hadn't been that way a week ago. He was proud of his dick, especially the way it had made Mr. Kelly respond each time he pummeled his guts, but this seemed weird. It didn't seem like a downside, per se, but it reminded him how different this place was and how unexpected things continued to happen. Just then the doorbell rang. Jake shoved his dick back into his boxer briefs, yanking them back up. He looked around for pants. The doorbell rang again. There was a small hand towel on the counter. Jake grabbed the towel and held it in front of himself, and opened the door cautiously as the doorbell rang a third time. It was the mailman, standing there with a big stack of forwarded mail. "Morning," said the mailman, "Sorry to bother you, but this stack is too much to fit through the slot." Jake stared at the guy. He was in his forties, rugged, slightly sunburned, plenty of muscle in his chest, a slight gut, and a regular pornstache above his thick lips. Jake swallowed, his heart beating faster. "I'm Tim, your mailman. I see you folks just moved to town." Jake nodded. "About three weeks ago." He noticed the blond fur on the man's forearms still holding out the stack of mail. The man gave him a broad grin. "So how's it goin'?" Jake smiled back, opening the door wide and dropping the towel as he reached for the mail. "It's going great, except I'm home alone today." The mailman stared at the obvious bulge in Jake's boxer briefs, with the thick shaft and big head clearly visible, poking sideways across the teen's thigh. And the rapidly spreading wet spot. "Home alone? That's terrible," said Tim, grinning even wider. "You want some help with that?" He kissed Jake, bristling Jake with his mustache, before falling to his knees on the living room carpet. He shucked Jake's boxer briefs down and swallowed the head, his tongue rubbing the underside, his lips sliding down as Jake gasped with sweet relief. Jake was the grateful recipient for a few minutes with his eyes half open, but then he looked across the living room and caught their reflection in the mirror. He saw his own young naked body, tan, muscled, and the man kneeling before him, but what he zeroed in on was the man's ass. Chunky and round in his regulation blue pants, it was the first time Jake had really seen it. Moments later Jake was pulling the man off, and raising him back up. He leaned in and kissed the man. "That was awesome," he whispered, "but what I really need is to fuck." Tim looked at him in happy disbelief. "Oh man, I was hoping you'd say that." Seconds later Jake had the man bent over the back of the sofa and was rubbing his cockhead in the cleft between his muscular rump. He grasped the middle-aged but admirably firm ass and spread the sturdy buttocks. He noticed a glistening sheen between them. "Are you lubed?' he blurted out. Tim turned with a smile, "You bet, son. Always want to be prepared for whoever's spending the day at home." Jake nodded. He was amused by the man's tan line -- obviously the man favored speedos for sunbathing. Jake was trying to smear the precum directly over the pink rubbery pucker when a thought occurred to him. He positioned his cockhead directly at the man's now quivering entrance. Jake clenched his glutes and contracted his abs with concentration. Nothing. He tried again. Still nothing. "What are you doing?" asked Tim, "What are you waiting for?" Jake bore down with his abs, and sure enough, his dick squirted out a gob of gel-like substance right in the center of Tim's twitching pucker. "I'm ready," said Jake. "You?" "Since you answered the door, buddy, since you answered the door." Jake pushed forward and instantly savored the ease of fucking a well-used chute. It wasn't that the older man was loose, the rubbery pucker had a pleasant tension, but there was no clamp-like resistance, just warm accommodating slick heat. Like fucking a tube of warm vanilla pudding. Jake pushed in, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Tim groaned with pleasure. Fucking steadily with long strokes, Jake happily rode the juicy ass. And rode. And rode. *** Jake was getting cleaned up when the doorbell rang again. This time he answered the door in a towel. He half expected it to be the mailman back for more, even though he had blasted three loads deep inside the man's eager flexible hole. But instead, it was United Packages. This guy had dark curly hair, a little shorter than Jake, but more muscular in his brown and orange uniform. Shorts and workboots, and a slight baby bump, and the same dark curly hair on his muscular calves and forearms. He took one look at Jake and announced, "Tim told me - I think you have a package for me." Naked in the living room for the second time that day, Jake couldn't believe his luck. If this was what being a breeder was like, life was going to be great. Stripped out of everything but his work boots, Mr. Package Man was a bundle of compact muscle, mostly covered with short dark hair. Jake ran his hands all over the guy, as the guy reverently tugged on Jake's dripping dick. "So nice," he kept saying, "So NICE." "You want it?" Jake asked, rhetorically, both hands caressing the slight swell of the man's stomach. "Yeah," nodded the guy, "Like you wouldn't believe." For a bearer Mr. Package Man was assertive. He insisted on doing it standing up, almost in a hike position, standing in front of Jake with his knees bent and his back arched. He explained that this was great for him because it would really line up the target for Jake. It occurred to Jake that this guy with his masculine commanding attitude and completely muscular body could have been a breeder, but for some twist of -- what -- chance mutation? Yet here he was in front of Jake, desperate for Jake's cock to completely ream him. Jake moved up behind him, his hands running over the rounded muscles and then clasping the small muscular boxy ass, enjoying the initial resistance of the guy's knot, and even more, the guy's approving grunt as the first ring was breached. This guy was tight, like a fleshjack a half size too small, and really squeezed Jake's piece. Jake tried to be considerate, taking it slow, but felt the guy rocking backward onto him, so he began to drive. Soon he was rewarded by the guy's constant stream of "Oh yeah's," followed by the guy's colossal orgasm. As Jake came moments later, he felt spurt after powerful spurt from his dick, each spurt magnifying the sensation of fucking and coming. "Don't stop," the guy pleaded, "You're still hitting the bull's eye." Jake felt his dick fire another volley, and slowly pistoned his still rock hard cock forward and deep. "Yes," said the guy, "Yes! Again!" After Mr. Package Man regretfully left, Jake showered and pulled on a clean pair of UA's, and wandered back out to the kitchen where he downed a couple of protein shakes and more juice. He tugged at the front of the UA's, trying to rearrange himself. They'd always been his favorite since he first started wearing boxer briefs, but now they felt too tight. Also, his dick and balls felt heavier. He noticed it when he walked. Not a lot, but they were definitely heavier. He looked at the clock. If he were at school it would be half way through fourth period, almost time for lunch. If he were at school he would have already had class with Mr. Freeman. Suddenly Jake grabbed the car keys and pulled on a pair of jeans. The school was quiet when he pulled in to the parking lot -- not yet lunch. Jake trotted through the empty halls toward the History classroom. Just as he reached it the lunch bell rang and students poured out into the hallway. Scott Foley was coming out of the classroom, "Hey Markham, thought you were out this week?" Jake nodded, "I am, but I wanted to pick up some assignments. I don't want to get behind." Scott looked at him sideways with a mixture of derision and barely hidden desire, "Yeah, right. You don't want to miss any behind." Jake grinned and slipped into the classroom, pulling the door closed behind him. Mr. Freeman was standing erasing the board. As always, his pants fit quite well, and from the back his light blue polo showed off his muscular frame, especially his shoulders and lats. Jake felt his cock lurch. "Hello, Mr. Freeman," Jake said softly. The man turned, "Jake, what are you doing here?" "I wanted to see you," the teen replied. "I needed to see you." He looked at the teacher's chest, with the big pectoral muscle tits that were obviously leaking milk. "I'm a breeder," Jake said. "I thought you would be," nodded Mr. Freeman. "And, well, it's confusing," Jake said. "I want to have sex all the time. I mean, I did before, too, but that was like a normal teenager thing. Now it's like I need to have sex constantly." Mr. Freeman laughed, then immediately apologized. "Jake, I'm not laughing at you. Really, I'm not. It's completely normal for a boy who's just gone thorough the change to constantly need sex. Either way, actually, but the breeders have an even more urgent need to spread their seed. Your body must be telling you that." "I've been hard for seventy-two hours, and my dick won't stop!" Jake saw a hungry look appear in Mr. Freeman's eyes. "Can you help me out Mr. Freeman? I need your help." Jake stepped up to the teacher, caressing the big pectoral muscles before latching on to one of the protruding nipples and sucking in the sweet dad-milk that had drenched the shirt fabric. "Oh God, yes," said Jake, adding unsubtly, "We've got twenty minutes." "Wait," said Mr. Freeman, pushing him away. "Please," asked Jake, his hands now running over the teacher's obvious bulge in front, and then cupping the man's beefy buttocks. "Jake," gasped Mr. Freeman, "Stop. Let me lock the door." Jake outdid himself, suckling continuously on Mr. Freeman's engorged milky nipples as he unloaded four times in twenty minutes. Jake was experiencing some momentary relief - his dick was actually at half-mast as they were getting cleaned up, and Mr. Freeman was in a state of bliss. His tits had been milked, his body worshipped by this horny teenager, and his ass felt like fireworks were still going off in it. "Feel good Mr. Freeman? Just what you needed?" Mr. Freeman smiled with happy satisfaction, but said, "Don't get a swelled head." Jake tugged at his confining UA's where his cock was unmistakably thickening. "Too late for that, sir." Back in the car Jake felt he should go somewhere, he just didn't know where. He knew he didn't want to go home to an empty house, but he didn't know where else to go to meet someone. To maybe meet someone. He wasn't old enough to go to a bar. He didn't belong to a gym, although he tucked that idea away as one worth following up later. He cruised the main street, squirming a little. The UA's were definitely getting too tight. He passed an older, almost retro department store on the right, called Hudson's, and noticed a sign "Specializing in Men's Wear." He circled the block and parked. Jake stood in front of the extensive underwear selection. There were briefs of all kinds, colors and cut. Most of them seemed sexy, but with small pouches designed to show off the assets. He knew that wasn't what he needed, but in his current state loose boxers weren't going to cut it either. "Can I help you?" said a masculine voice. Jake resisted the urge to say the first thing that came to his mind as he took in the sales clerk. He was maybe thirty, and looked like he would be the most perfect DILF in a few years. Chunky muscle without too much definition or fat, a nice chest, wavy hair, big brown eyes, and an ass packed into the tightest pair of khaki's Jake had ever seen. And noticeable nipples pressing through his shirt. "I -- uh," Jake began. "I -- " The man smiled warmly. "I'm Kip, and I'm happy to help you, whatever you need." "Thanks, Kip. I'm looking for something -- " Jake stopped again. "For a special occasion?" "No, nothing like that. I need something practical, with support, but -- " Jake turned bright red "-- a lot of room." Kip smiled, "I think we have just what you need." Jake followed him as he moved over to a wooden cabinet. "Has this been a recent change?" Jake, still beet red, nodded. "That's wonderful," Kip said, "Congratulations!" He smiled. "You're definitely not the first," he continued. "Many of our customers preferred UA's or briefs even, before the change. Then they find they need something else. We have these specially made by a local factory." He held up a pair of boxer briefs, but with a decidedly more generous pouch. "Now about what size are you?" "Medium." Kip smiled. "I didn't mean your waist. I can see you're a medium there. What size are you...?" Jake, who had nearly regained his normal complexion, blushed again. "I don't know -- I was -- but now -- " He stared at Kip's nipples, and felt his cock throb a little. All he wanted to do was reach out and touch one, and then take it in his mouth. "I can help measure you if you'd like." Still pink, Jake nodded, and then grinned with anticipation. In a large dressing room Kip waited for Jake to unbutton his jeans. Jake let them fall and then stepped out of them, half proud, conscious of the big wet spot. "Let me take care of that for you," Kip murmured, pulling Jake's cock out of his UA's and taking it into his mouth. Jake thought he was going to get a blow job, but Kip merely suctioned off all the sticky sap. Jake himself couldn't tell if it was cum or precum at this point. "Cold washcloth," warned Kip, wrapping an icy washcloth around Jake's dick. "Oww! ahhh! Oww wow wow! Jake cried. "Sorry about that. That should do the trick." He toweled Jake with a warm dry towel and handed him the underwear. "Now, quick." Jake stepped into the new boxer briefs and pulled them up. They felt just like UA's, snug and comfortable around his thighs and butt, but the pouch was definitely bigger. Jake shifted his weight back and forth and bounced up and down on his toes. He felt the increased weight of his balls and dick bounce but return to a comfortable resting place. And for a moment his dick didn't feel constrained. "Will those work for you?" "Yeah," answered Jake, nodding his approval. "These are great. I'll take three pairs. I'll wear these now." "Very good. Sorry about the washcloth. It's the only way -- " Kip leaned down to pick up Jake's discarded UA's. Jake stared at Kip's ass, practically hovering in front of him. The center seam of his khakis seemed to disappear between the cantaloupe-like mounds. Jake felt his cock lurch and suddenly went for it. "There is a way you can make it up to me." Kip's ass did not disappoint. Out of the khakis his ass was every bit as delectable. Muscle clearly gave it its shape and resiliency, but the perfect layer of dad bod fat made it bigger, smoother, and more plush. Jake buried his face between the cheeks and found a perfect winking bud. The slightest hint of musk mingled with pine soap was pleasant, as he slid his tongue along the length of Kip's taint and back to the bud that seemed to wriggle as he attacked it with the tip of his tongue. Kip moaned, "Dude, oh, dude, oh, dude!" while struggling to spread his muscular but creamy thighs further apart. They ended up on the floor of the dressing room, first with Kip on his knees and chest, with his ass high in the air, but then on his back so Jake could nuzzle on his pecs, while Jake's babymaker made itself a new home deep between Kip's perfect cheeks. Jake pulled off Kip's nipple and looked at the man he was fucking. In the space of millisecond his brain clocked a number of thoughts. Here was this man who was so attractive, so perfect, with those trusting deep brown eyes, who was giving himself to Jake with hardly any preliminaries and no claim for the future, and yet he wanted what Jake was giving him. Wanted it very badly. And judging by the gasps, was having a great time getting it. "This," thought Jake, "this is what it means to be a breeder." Then he thought of his father. Kind, strong, considerate. The qualities that strong men most need in order to be more than strong men. Jake paused. He pushed himself up until he was in a kneeling position behind Kip's ass, his cock still buried between those perfect mounds. He ran his hands over them, savoring their shape and firm texture, and then ran his hands up and down the back of Kip's thighs, up the outside, down the inner thigh, gently pumping. "Is this good for you? he asked. Kip nodded in bewilderment. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," answered Jake, grasping Kip's ankles and letting them hook over his shoulders as he pressed forward so his face was over Kip's. "I've been a pig all day, that's all." "No," answered Kip, but Jake silenced him as he dropped his mouth over the man's. They kissed slowly as Jake stroked in and out, long-dicking, while he felt Kip's firm tongue meet his. "Good?" asked Jake. In answer he felt Kip's plump rigid dad-cock fire off between them. When they were getting cleaned up, Kip asked Jake if he was okay. "Something happened back there." "Yeah," Jake nodded. "All this breeder stuff is so new. I'm still learning how to handle it." Kip nodded. "Yeah, the biology doesn't wait for you to catch up. I remember for me, one day it was all perfectly normal, the next was -- " speaking like a robot and moving his arms jerkily, "Must- have- dick- now!" "And you like it?" "I wouldn't trade it for anything. It's just hard to end up in a relationship with a breeder because there are so many more bearers." "What happens?" "It all works out in the end. Bearers fall in love with bearers too, you know. And the breeders are pretty generous with -- " Kip nodded toward Jake's dick, which had regained its hardness and was challenging the ability of his new underwear to contain it. Jake nodded seriously. "Thanks for the talk. Can I ask you one more thing -- where can I go to meet bearers?" Kip laughed. "Everywhere." He smiled, "School, sports, the gym, your dad's friends, the Sierra Club, they'll all be there." Suddenly he looked serious. "You want to meet someone this afternoon?" Jake nodded, "Sure." "Older, big guy?" "Absolutely!" Kip had told Jake that the guy was his neighbor, which impressed Jake as he drove up to the address, which was clearly in the nicer part of town where the houses were a bigger and further apart. Kip told Jake he would give Jacob a call and let him know that Jake would be stopping by. He also told Jake to go around to the back if there was no answer at the front door. Jake felt a little nervous and a little boy-scouty, not knowing what he was in for. He wasn't sure Jacob would be attractive, or what the ramifications might be if he showed up but then decided to leave. Jake pulled into the driveway and parked beside a monster pickup in tip-top condition. Obviously customized, with polished chrome, huge lights and gleaming paintwork, it dwarfed Jake's car. Jake grinned -- maybe if nothing else, Jacob would take him out in the pickup -- maybe let him drive it. It looked like great fun. No one answered the door. Jake stood there in the big porch feeling stupid, until he remembered Kip's instructions to go around to the back. He made his way around the house, went through a side gate and got as far as the pool when he stopped in his tracks. Laying face down on a chaise was the largest muscled hairy man Jake had ever seen. Thick fur covered his massive thighs and dusted his buttocks, which were at least as big and round as two basketballs. A trail of thatch ran up his spine and spread out over the shoulders which seemed a yard wide. It was clear that the guy was big to start with and had added layers of muscle and bulk. At first Jake thought he was naked, but then realized the guy was wearing a speedo, although below a tiny yellow triangle at the base of his spine, everything had disappeared into the deep crack. There was no way Jake was going to leave. "Hello, excuse me, hello?" Jake tried, moving forward. The man raised himself up on an elbow, turning his head. No beard but a lot of stubble. Probably just his four o'clock shadow, Jake thought. "Who are you?" "I'm Jake. Kip sent me. Well, he didn't send me, he gave me your address, he said he'd called you..." Jake realized he was babbling and held out his right hand as the man sat up. "Jake," he said again, still holding out his hand. The front of the man was as hairy and muscular as the back, only instead of the ass there were a great pair of bull pecs to mesmerize Jake. Each one was a slab of beef wider than both of Jake's hands, covered with fur except for the thick engorged nipples bigger than his thumb. They had both been leaking, and a few drops of white fluid matted in the hair just below the one on the right. And the pouch of the yellow speedo was packed with something that was clearly going to rival Jake. Then he spoke, and Jake looked at his face again. The eyes were black pools from some other time, eyes that had seen something difficult or hard. "I don't need a pity fuck." "No, that's not it at all. No way, no how. I -- um -- was given your name as someone who might be able to help me out, not that you should or anything. Just, if we, you know, hit it off." He held out his hand for the third time. "Jake, very pleased to meet you, sir." The man took his hand, dwarfing it, and slowly shook it. "Jacob. So what's your story? "Nothing special, new in town, turned out to be a breeder, it's a trip all right, but tell me about you, sir?" Jacob regarding him with weighty consideration for a few seconds. "Why do you care?" "Because I want to learn about everything that happens in this place." Jacob paused and then began to tell him. How he'd had a business building custom trucks and he'd came to Cornell without realizing he would undergo the change. And he'd become a bearer, which was a surprise and took some getting used to, but he'd gone with it, and hadn't expected a lot of action, but through a one night stand had got pregnant, and then made arrangements for the baby to go to a nice young couple. "Okay," said Jake. "But that's not all?" It wasn't all. When the baby came, it was a little boy and he fell in love with it. He wanted to change his mind, but he'd already signed all the paperwork. Cornell still seemed a crazy place to raise a child. So he let it go. But it broke his heart. Jake tentatively suggested, "Do you want to have another baby?" Jacob snorted and looked at Jake as if he were stupid. "God, yes. I think about it all day and night. But who wants to fuck this?" Jake put his hand on the crotch of his jeans where his hard cock was fighting to get out of the new boxer briefs. "I do." Sex with Jacob was a completely new experience for Jake. In many ways. To start with, when Jacob stood up he towered over Jake by about a foot and a half. Jacob stood with his hands on his hips, his furry barrel of a midsection swelling over his jam-packed speedo. He looked at Jake and smiled ruefully and shrugged. "Oh God," gulped Jake, breathlessly, "You're so fuckin' awesome." Jake stepped towards Jacob and, stretching just a little, reached the right nipple. He took the huge rubbery nub in his mouth, suctioning the tip and sliding down it -- and thought, "Heck, it's big enough to give a blow job." He slid his mouth up and down on it and swirled his tongue around it, and was rewarded by a squirt of milk. Actually, it was more like cream. "Ooooo, Ooooo," said a surprised Jacob. Without stopping Jake put his hand up and found the other side, and began gently squeezing and playing with it. He heard Jacob rumble above him, "Ohh yeah, that's it, baby, ohhh yeah." Jake felt strong arms around him, pulling him close and then picking him up while he continued to suckle. He was still feeding when the huge arms pulled him off and set him down. Jacob looked like a different person -- smiling, sleepy, and hungry. "Let's get you out of some of those clothes." Jacob looked at naked Jake with approval. Jake wanted back on the right tit. As he latched back on the big arms picked him up again and pulled him close. Jake felt the big bulging speedo he was straddling press under his balls, against his taint, while his rigid dripping cock rubbed against Jacob's furry stomach. Jake also felt the big hands, one gently stroking his back, the other holding his ass. He suddenly wondered what it would be like to get fucked sometime. He unlatched from the dad-nip and looked up at Jacob, who took this as a sign to kiss him. The mouth in the middle of the bristling whiskers was soft and warm, and the tongue explored and then filled Jake's mouth. "Ready?" he asked. Jake nodded in bliss. Setting Jake down, they both looked at the chaise and rejected it as too low. "Follow me," said Jacob, taking Jack by the dick and gently pulling him. Through sliding glass doors they entered directly into a large room that had been turned into a state of the art gym with machines, free weights, mirrors, and a wrestling mat. "We got to get the height right," declared Jacob, still capable of being practical in the fumes of his heat. He retrieved a giant yoga ball, and turned to Jake one last time. "You sure you want to do this?" Jake nodded. Jacob pulled off the yellow speedo. "I should warn you, I got an industrial tailpipe." Jake had no idea what he met, but grinned, "I'm all about adventure." Jacob lay over the yoga ball which put his mammoth ass in the air at about the same height as Jake's cock. The big man turned and smiled, "Yeah, that's about right." They looked at each other in the mirror, both feeling their mutual anticipation. Jake's cock was curved up now, and bubbling precum, and he flexed it so it bobbed. Jacob chuckled and spread his hairy thighs that were wider than Jake's waist. "Lube?" Jake asked. "I've been making it all day," grunted Jacob. Jake ran his hands up the back of Jacob's thighs, caressing them and then moved to the buttocks, realizing they were too much to ever be able to completely grab. Round, muscular, smooth and dusted with hair. Jake was mesmerized, and took his time getting to the center, letting his fingers and his thumbs alternate dipping down. Jacob bounced gently on the yoga ball. "Ummm, that feels so nice, so nice." He spread his legs further and Jake was finally confronted with the entry he had been seeking. He began to see what Jacob had meant -- this was no bud or knot or pucker. This entry was a smooth muscled donut that swelled from the man's taint. Jake put his hand on it and felt it swell and flex. It spoke of power. His finger found the center and pushed in. Moist, slick, incredibly hot. "Try a couple more," Jacob said, and Jake added two more fingers, reaching as far as they would go, twisting and turning. "Mmmmm," growled Jacob, "I'm ready." Jake held his throbbing cock in one hand and remembered something his father had once said. "Anyone can survive a regular day. The test of a man is when faced with a challenge, how he rises to the occasion." He looked down at his cock and griped it with both hands. The helmet head protruded a full half inch beyond his grip. His cock had grown that much since this morning. Challenge accepted, though Jake. Jake centered the head and pushed in, Jacob pressing back, alternately squeezing and relaxing. The yoga ball made it easy for Jacob to rock against Jake's cock. Jake soon found just how skilled Jacob's ass was, squeezing the base of his cock or the head, or even the middle of the shaft, with a slick rubbery grip. Jake got his bearings, grabbed a huge handful of ass and started to find his rhythm. The yoga ball had been an inspired idea; it allowed Jake to bounce the muscled donut so it was coming up toward him on his downstroke. Jacob groaned and roared his approval, apparently not caring how much noise he made. The appreciation turned Jake on even more. He was fascinated by the extent that Jacob could control his "tailpipe." Jake slowed the pace down and Jacob squeezed appreciatively each time Jake clearly hit the target. "How do you do that?" he asked, after the next rolling squeeze ran down the length of his dick. "What, this," said Jacob, squeezing just the head and not letting go. "Practice." "It's like you're playing my dick like it's a musical instrument." Jacob chuckled, "What's this?" and gave Jake's dick six little squeezes, not all the same. "I dunno," said Jake, puzzled. Jacob did it again. It was a pattern... Jake gave a yell, "I know! I know -- 'Shave and a haircut!'" Jacob went squeeze, squeeze. They both started laughing, and Jake was saying "Dude, that's awesome," when Jacob lost his balance and rolled forward, taking Jake up into the air, his feet completely off the ground, just balanced on Jacob's ass with his dick deep inside. The yoga ball bounced, it was like riding a bull. Jake fell forward, his arms around the huge hairy torso, his face buried in the back fur, and thrust and thrust and came. Jacob gently grunted as he bucked back up, feeling thick heavy spurt after spurt deep within him. The seed that he needed. They rocked in place. There was a sea of Jacob's own cum all over the wrestling mat. Dusk was approaching as Jake drove home, reflecting on all the different things he'd encountered. Apparently sex could be funny. Not everyone was a natural bottom. Lots of guys wanted to have sex with him. He felt better when they were happy, too. His cock was growing. And Mr. Kelly would be waiting for him. Not too bad for his third day as a breeder in this strange new world. ***