Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2018 12:30:48 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cornell TX: Steve Preston Chronicles Cornell TX: Steve Preston Chronicles by Petr V NOTICE: This story contains sexually explicit material and is for adults only. The following is a spin-off series to the Cornell, TX series by Bill Drake, published with the author's permission. Please consider a donation to the Nifty Archive to support the work they do. Cornell, TX Steve Preston Chronicles Chapter One - Squirt "Out'a my way, squirt!" Steve Preston, a skinny freshman, who had been trying to enter second period social studies, was shoved back into the melee of students filling the hallway. He careened into a couple kids, lost his balance and fell, dropping the books that had been hiding his huge erection, and, as the other kids stared, a large spreading wet spot. The shover, Paul Robinson, a hefty junior wrestler jock, big enough that there were rumors he had been held back in third grade, shrugged, and pointed a finger at Preston. "Don't get in my way." Abandoning his books and temporarily ignoring his hard-on, Preston scrambled to his feet and attacked Robinson. "Don't push me again, you stupid fuck!" he snarled, as he got in a couple of punches while other kids began to chant, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" It took Robinson a few seconds to register this much smaller kid was attacking him, and he was just working himself up to taking Preston apart as Preston connected with his nose. Blood flew. Preston was yelling, "Fuck you, you stupid fucking sonofabitch!" as Robinson's fist caught him square on the upper cheek, and that's when Principal Connors waded between them. A couple of Robinson's buddies, who moments before had been egging him on, now pulled him back. Preston, who had staggered back after the punch to his eye, started to come forward but got Principal Connors' big hand square on his chest. "Calm down, son, right now." The voice was stern and deep. "Now how'd this start?" Preston glowered. Robinson wiped the blood from his nose on his sleeve. "Okay, you, what's your name?" "Preston." "Preston what?" "Steve Preston." "Okay Steve Preston, you, in my office, now. Robinson, you come see me fifth period." Preston bent to gather his books and became aware of his still-erect cock and the growing wet spot. One of the guys snickered, "Little dude wet himself," and other guys laughed, but another stared hard at Preston's crotch and murmured excitedly, "I don't think so. You know what, I think he's a breeder!" In the principal's office Preston sat on the edge of a chair, keeping the pile of books on his lap. He stared nervously at the large man who sat down across the desk from him. It was easy to tell by the way his dress shirt fit that the man was in great shape. The powerful arms and shoulders made it clear he spent a lot of time in the gym, as did the rounded pecs. Preston found himself staring at the visible points of nipple poking through the crisp white fabric. He bit his lip. "So what was that all about, son?" "He -- we -- " Preston breathed out and scowled. "Nothin'." "He did something to piss you off. You might as well tell me about it. He's going to tell me his side, so I want to hear yours." "He pushed me and, [sigh], called me Squirt." "That's all?" "Yeah." "Son, look at me and tell me you attacked a guy twice your size because he called you a name. If you were that kind of kid, we would have made each other's acquaintance before now." "He made me drop my books." "Your books?" "Yeah." Principal Connors figured it out. "Ahh. And you were embarrassed." Preston nodded. "Son, you can tell me anything. It won't leave this room." Preston stared at the Principal, who met his gaze and nodded reassuringly. Preston squinted, and then said fiercely, "I don't know what's happening to me." "What do you mean, son?" Preston reddened, but grimly forged ahead. "It's my dick. It won't go down." He almost snarled, "And it won't stop leaking." "How long's this been going on?" "Last night -- this morning." "You're a breeder, son. That calls for congratulations." "What?" "A breeder. They're supposed to teach you all about this in Health." "I'm a freshman. We don't have Health. Sophomores get Health with Driver's Ed." "Oh." It was the Principal's turn to redden. "Perhaps we better have a little talk." The big man stood and came around his desk, and sat on an upholstered bench in front of a bookcase that filled the wall. He gestured for Preston to join him. "Easier to have a man to man talk without the desk between us making it feel like you're on trial." Preston turned towards him. "It's okay, son. You're not in trouble. And what's said in here will stay in here." Preston stared at him. "You can set the books down." Slowly Preston moved the pile of books off his lap and set them on the edge of the Principal's desk, revealing an angry bulge and the huge wet spot. Preston stood up, staring at the big man's chest and the way his tailored shirt clung to the barrel-like abs. Suddenly his body tensed. "I gotta -- I gotta --" he croaked with alarm, as he convulsed, his face bright red and turning away. "Son, I'm sure it's completely normal. Nothing to worry about. But just to be sure, let's take a look, okay?" If Steve Preston was not already predisposed towards older muscular men, Principal Connors was about to be directly responsible for imprinting. Connors stood up and loosened his tie, slipping it over his head, and then unbuttoning the top couple buttons of his shirt, better revealing his massive chest and torso encased in a tight ribbed white tank undershirt, and then resumed his seat on the bench. Preston moved towards him as if drawn by some irresistible magnetic force. "Lemme take a look," murmured the Principal. Preston slowly unzipped, revealing a thick, fat seven-and-a-half inch cock partially stuck in a gallon ziplock bag sloshing with jizz. "What in the world...?" "I couldn't stop, I mean, I can't stop -- " Connors reached out and took the bag, sealing the salty brine and putting it to one side. Preston's erection bobbed in front of him, the helmet head bright purplish red and the fat shaft curving slightly upwards. Preston's cock looked nice and thick, and big and heavy; a full-sized man's cock. A glob of thick white goo bubbled from the pulsing slit, and slowly fell in an elastic, stretching strand. "We need to have a talk," said Connors, reaching for Preston to move closer, "But first we need to take care of that so you can pay attention." Connors leaned forward and lowered his wide jaw, sucking the big head into his mouth. "Holy shit," gasped Preston, feeling the warm wet mouth firmly suctioning his rigid cock. "Ohhh, ohhh, ohh holy shit!" He gasped as the mouth took him deeper, and hissed, "Fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck!!" as the tongue ran over his cockhead, and then the pointed tip flicked his cock slit. He vaguely felt the Principal's hands clasping his tight ass, pulling him closer. He briefly put his hands down and touched the man's shoulders before immediately letting go as he jerked at the sensations on his cock. He couldn't believe this man was giving him his first blowjob, older, bigger, stronger, an authority figure, the fucking principal, fer Chrissakes! Connors had bobbed down on the shaft with a regular rhythm for almost thirty seconds when the teen started gasping, "I'm a -- I'm a gonna -- I'm a' - " Preston shot and the principal took him deep, holding him there. To the teen's amazement, the big man swallowed. And swallowed. And swallowed. Preston could see the man's throat gulping, reminding him of his own when he chugged milk from the gallon jug straight from the fridge. Eventually he stopped pumping, and his whole body sagged. Principal Connors let go of Preston's cock, still hard but no longer rigid with pent-up need. He wiped the corners of his mouth with his handkerchief, and gently dried off Preston's cock. "Sit down, son. Let's talk." Although Preston was still in the discombobulating afterglow of his first blowjob from an adult man, he was able to follow most of what Principal Connors was telling him. About how babies were no longer being born since the event, and the subsequent miracle that was occurring in Cornell, with some men now being able to bear children, and a special few able to father them. "So is everybody gay now?" he asked. "No, son. Men and women vs. men and men, I don't even think we can think in those terms any more. This is a brave new world. When the acts of man shut down the old way, nature stepped up with a solution. And now it's up to the men of Cornell to make sure human life continues." "So does the baby come out your butt?" "No!" Connors laughed. "No, it's all by cesarian. And it won't happen to you. You're quite obviously a breeder, not a bearer." "Is that why my dick got so big?" "Absolutely. And it will probably continue to grow." Preston absorbed this information with a slight smirk. "Are you a breeder?" Connors paused before answering. "No, son, I'm not. I'm a bearer. In fact I'm pregnant now." Preston looked at him, considering. "You don't look like you're pregnant." "I only just found out. Early days yet." "So I have to fuck guys?" "You don't have to, but that's the general idea, yes." Connors smiled. "Do you like it?" The beginnings of an evil little smile played at the corners of Preston's mouth. Connors assessed the teen next to him. Not really scrawny, but definitely sinewy with no extra weight of any kind. Clear skin, shaggy hair without pretense of styling, bright calculating eyes. And that cock. Completely hard, throbbing in time with Preston's heartbeat, which had to be elevated at this point, and already again dripping little globs of cum that bubbled from the piss slit. Connors calculated, then spoke. "It's one of the greatest pleasures of my life," he answered. Preston almost hyperventilated as he watched Principal Connors toe off his loafers, undo his belt, and slide down his slacks. The big man stood in just his tight white briefs, encasing seriously muscular buttocks, and exposing thick sturdy thighs. Preston noticed there was a decent bulge in the front of the briefs, and noted for later review that he would have been disappointed if there wasn't. The bulge said "Man," and that was what he was fast realizing he wanted. Principal Connors instinctively posed for him, flexing the big pectorals and bending his arms so the biceps and triceps showed to advantage. "You might want to take your clothes off too," he said, causing Preston to strip down to his socks with astonishing speed. Sticky sap dripped from Preston's cockhead, dangling in long strings as he watched his principal shuck the tighty-whities, letting a nice six-inch boner pop up. Conners sat on the end of the bench, and lay back, gesturing for Preston to step up between his legs. "That's it. The bench is a little low, but we'll figure it out." Preston's breath was ragged with desire. His cock jutted up, suddenly harder than it had ever been, pulsing with need. He watched Connors raise his thick thighs and spread them, pulling his knees back towards his armpits. For a big guy he was plenty flexible. Preston cautiously put his hands on the exposed back of Connor's thighs, and half stroked, half pushed them. There was a dusting of dark hair that made him shiver. He looked down between the Connors' muscled ass cheeks and saw the pucker. The skin was pink compared to the creamy white of the ass cheeks, and it looked all balled up, like a fist. Then it moved. It opened slightly and pulsed, then clenched back up. "Whoa, how did you do that?" "You did that. I'm responding to your breeder's dick." Preston stared at the man, trying to see him for forever. Suddenly he wanted to touch the chest, and the nipples, and brush against the arms. That slight dip where the curve of the bicep edged against the tricep. "Just stick it in?" he said, pointing his dripping knob towards the quivering pucker. The big man smiled openly, "That's the general idea, yeah. You'll figure it -- ooofff!!" If Preston lacked any finesse, especially on gradual entry, his enthusiasm made up for it, and the extreme urgency of his need carried the day. He couldn't believe how good it felt, different from the blowjob, more real, less fancy, and soooo much better than jacking off. Hot, slick, tight, warm, wet, there weren't enough words to describe everything he felt as Connor's firm ass gripped him one moment and slicked him the next. He was a fast learner though. As soon as he realized that Connors grunted each time he went deep at a particular angle he concentrated on doing that as much as he could. He pushed on the back of the principal's thighs, bending him over a little more and scooted closer to work on making that grunt, which rapidly got louder as Connors felt his prostate used like a speedbag. "That's it, son, just like that. Oh, God, hit that butt nut. Hit that nut!" Preston kept it up for another minute before rasping out, "I'm shootin' I'm gonna shoot, I'm gonna -- " Preston felt his dick explode as Connors' eyelids fluttered and the Principal pumped out his own load all over his heaving chest. Preston fell forward onto the big man, his face ending up somewhere at the top of the man's chest. He felt the soft chest hair brush against his cheek and smelled cologne, something vaguely outdoorsy like pine. Strong arms went around his back and held him in place. He liked the weight, and the pressure. Pressed against something bigger than he was, held there. It was the first time he had been hugged by a man. Principal Connors slowly rubbed Preston's right shoulder with one hand, just moving his hand back and forth a few inches while Preston got his breath back. Preston opened his eyes. He stared at Connor's pinky-brown nipple sticking up a few inches in front of his face. He felt a strong desire to touch it, to tweak it, to lick it with his tongue. "That was, that was -- " "You were great, son." Preston moved just enough to reach the nipple with his extended tongue. He flicked it. Connors gave a tiny jump or wriggle. He did it again. He felt his cock twitch. He was still in Connors. Preston re-established contact with his dick, and felt the warm slickness surrounding it. It felt better than anything else that had ever been around it. In about three seconds he was fully hard again. He pushed himself up, each hand on one of Connors' big pecs, Connors' thighs still raised and wrapped around him. He flexed his pelvis, driving his renewed hardon deep in his Principal's juicy butt. Preston looked at Connors' face, checking for permission, and caught the big man's jerk of pleasure during the downstroke. Preston decided permission wasn't needed as he regained his feet and grasped the big sturdy thighs, pressing them forward as he began to pump with renewed vigor. It was remarkable how much of his dignity Principal Connors was able to maintain while wiping up with paper towels and reassembling his clothing. Preston was still gasping in the daze of his first fuck session while the Principal was ready to return to work. "Now what to do with you," he said. "I'm going to send you home for a few days. We'll call it an unofficial suspension, completely off the books, nothing on your record. I want you to take a couple of days to get used to this and to figure out how you're going to deal with it." "My dick's not going to stop getting hard." "Let's hope not." "I mean, at school." "After a few days it will leak less between sex. And when other kids realize you're a breeder, they're going to cut you some slack. Believe me, they're going to respect you, whether you want them to or not." Preston pulled his jeans back on. "I can't go home." "Why not?" "I don't have my bike. My dad dropped me off this morning and he's at work on some site." "Don't worry, I'll find you a ride." Ten minutes later Preston was sitting in a Lexus driven by a handsome senior named David something, with dark hair and a letterman's jacket. He looked like a jock, except for the slight swelling that started around his belly button. He looked at Preston's eye which was starting to show. "You got sent home, huh?" "Yeah," answered Preston. "What happened?" "I got in a fight." "No shit! You're the kid who pasted Robinson?" "Uh maybe, yeah. I don't know his name. Wrestler." "Yeah, you are. Way to go, dude. Robinson can be a dick. " "Yeah." "He's not all bad, but he is kind of a dick." Preston nodded. David glanced over at him. "You're a scrappy little fuck," he said approvingly. "Not so little," said Preston, sliding his books onto the car floor, revealing the mammoth hard-on poking up in his lap. "Dude!" David cried. "What the fuck? Wait, are you a breeder?" Preston nodded. "For real?" Preston nodded again. "But you're only a freshman." Preston shrugged, but he noted the glimmer of hungriness in David's next sideways glance. "Are you a -- uh, bearer?" he asked. David nodded. "Yeah, in fact I'm carrying. I had morning sickness when I got to school, so they let me go home. But I'm fine now. Hey, free day." They drove on in silence for a minute, then David looked over at Preston's lap, where his jeans were ridiculously tented, and a wet spot had started to spread. He snickered a little as he said, "Man, oh man, are you gonna have fun in high school." "Yeah?" "You're gonna get a shit-ton of action." "Don't you?" "I got plenty. Until I got pregnant." "Who's the, uh -- " "Father? A guy in college. Met him at a ball game. We clicked. Boom, baby." "Who do the guys at school go to to have sex? Do they do it with each other?" "Sure. Are you blind? I mean, it's happening all the time. It's against school rules and all, but that doesn't stop it. And Coach Grant has never turned down a boy in heat, but he throws a mean fuck." Something about David's expression made Preston think a mean fuck might not be what you'd want to be known for. "Do you still have sex when you're pregnant?" "Absolutely." David looked at Preston again, as much as he felt safe doing while driving, and asked as casually as he could, "Would you be up for that?" Preston smiled with one side of his mouth. It made him look a little devilish. This big hot senior was asking him if he wanted to fool around? "Sure, I'm down." David felt his pucker twitch with fierce anticipation. "Why don't we stop by my house?"