Date: Wed, 9 May 2018 16:15:24 +0000 From: Petr Velky Subject: cornell-tx series, steve-preston-3 Cornell TX: Steve-Preston-3 by Petr V NOTICE: This story contains sexually explicit material and is for adults only. This story indulges in male impregnation (mpreg) fantasy, with a futuristic sci-fi spin. It is fiction; the characters are not real. The following is a spin-off series to the Cornell, TX series by Bill Drake, and is published with that author's permission. This chapter takes place between Chapters 10 and 11 of the Cornell, TX series. Petr V. thanks Bill Drake for his permission and encouragement. Please consider a donation to the Nifty Archive to support the work they do. Only because they keep Nifty up and running are these stories available to everyone. Feedback and encouragement welcome at PetrVelky1@hotmail.com Cornell, TX - Steve Preston Chronicles Chapter Three - DILF Ben could hardly believe his luck was changing. All day on the job site he'd been growing steadily more conscious that the itch was back. Since ten a.m. it had had him squirming in his jeans and there was no one on the site to help him out. The only breeder around was the foreman for electrics who was single-mindedly pursuing Gary, the dimwitted 20-year-old newbie carpenter with the bouncy bubble butt who still had blond peach fuzz on his upper lip. It was tough competing with the guys who still had peach fuzz instead of real whiskers. The afternoon has been worse. He'd actually considered cutting down a 2x4 into a makeshift dildo. When he clocked out he went by the foreman's trailer. He thought about walking in and just pulling down his jeans and bending over, but outside the door he felt the trailer move and he heard Gary's cries. Through a slit in the window blinds he glimpsed Gary's face in ecstasy, something, a leather linesman's glove, stuffed in his mouth. Fucking kids. Then the long drive home in the traffic... But now this eager kid. Kid, sure. He seemed a little young, yeah, younger than Gary even, but the kid was a breeder. Which made it all right, didn't it? Because that was no kid's dick, that was for sure. Thing was bigger than a fucking gearshift. God, he needed this. * * * Preston immediately felt at ease in Ben's living room. Unlike David's home which had seemed distinctly more high-end, this had the familiar battered sofa and easy chair that were no more than that - a sofa and an easy chair. Pretty much worn-out carpet. A stack of unopened mail topped by a Cabela's catalog, and a large-ish older flat screen TV. Home. Preston smiled at Ben, who was practically whistling the theme from SWAT. They could feel the vibe between them like electricity, the certainty that whatever was about to happen was going to be really good. "I'd offer you a beer, but I'm pretty sure you're too young to drink." "No worries, I don't need one." "Okay, I'm going to throw it in the shower real fast." "No." "Yeah!" "I like how you smell." "Trust me, you're gonna like me a whole lot more clean." "Wait," Preston said, more forcefully than he intended, "Take off your shirt." Ben stopped and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a solid chest with a smattering of hair, and a furry muscle-gut. Preston moved in and ran his hand over the fur, enjoying the hardness underneath. He took Ben's shirt and stepped closer. Ben shrugged and gave an eye roll and gently held Preston off. "The sooner I go the sooner I'll be back." Preston nodded. "Just don't go any where," Ben said, as he disappeared. As soon as Ben left the room Preston brought Ben's t-shirt up to his face and inhaled deeply. Again he was conscious of something changing within him. Earlier today he'd been incredibly horny; he'd felt like he was going to die or explode if he didn't fuck something, anything. The fact that it was guys almost didn't seem to matter, although they'd all been hot, in different ways. But what he felt now was different; it was magnetic. Rather than a need within himself it was a pull to something outside of him, toward something else. He took his sneakers off, and, because he had time, undid the laces so he wouldn't have to do that when he put them back on. He took off his jeans and then his own t-shirt. His cock was hard and wet; the whole front of his UA's were soaked. He left them on though, and then pulled Ben's t-shirt over his head. Ben reappeared, hair damp, a few stray drops of water here and there, fresh white briefs. Preston laughed. "That was fast." "You live with a teenage son, you don't get much hot water for you." He paused, suddenly remembering Preston was a teenager. "Shit, TMI." "It's okay." "Let me - " he said, and dimmed the light over the dining table. Preston stood still and stared at him. "What," Ben said, "you don't want to?" "Oh my God, yes, I do," Preston replied. "I just want to make it last a little longer." He hesitated, and said, "Can you put your arms around me." Ben stepped forward and pulled his t-shirt off Preston and then wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. He held him there, firm, secure, safe. Preston felt himself pressed against the furry gut, with his chin wedged on Ben's shoulder. He whispered in his ear, his breath causing chills on the back of Ben's neck. "You feel so good," he whispered, "so good." "I'm glad," muttered Ben, giving him a squeeze. Now that he was this close to Preston's cock his asshole was almost vibrating with excitement. The urgency of Ben's need made the adult man feel almost disoriented, a little dizzy. Preston stuck out his tongue and licked the side of Ben's neck right next to his ear then up behind his ear and then back down. Again Ben shivered. This wasn't what he'd been expecting, he'd been expecting some crazy semi-brutal fuck. Preston's hands slipped down Ben's back and found his hefty ass cheeks in the snug tighty-whities. He rubbed them and let his fingers tips slide toward the crevice. "That's it," Ben panted, "there you go." "Do you ever go camping," Preston asked. "Sure," Ben replied, trying to focus. "Not as often as I'd like. Why?" Preston shrugged. "You seem like you'd be really good to go camping with." Ben laughed. "I'd have fun keeping you warm at night. Or you keeping me warm." Suddenly he let go of Preston. "Where are you going? Where are you going now?" "Don't worry I'll be right back." There were a few noises from the other room and then Ben appeared with a sleeping bag. "Hey," he said, "I got this!" He unrolled the sleeping bag on the floor in front of the TV. Then he grabbed the remote and hit a couple buttons. The tv clicked on, and soon a video of a wood fire in a fireplace appeared on the screen. Ben clicked some more and the fire dimmed. Then he threw down the remote and stood on the sleeping bag in his tighty whities and shrugged. Preston nodded in approval. "Dude, you have no idea how fucking hot you are." Preston stepped up and shucked down Ben's tighty-whities. Ben's fat four-and-a-half inches bobbed up at him. Ben laughed. "I know it's not that much to look at, but it always works, an' I reckon when I come I feel as good as anyone else does." He reached for Preston and grabbed the wet throbbing cock in his UA's. "But you - you got the big power tool." "Shhh," said Preston, sinking to his knees and experimenting with giving his first blow job. Even if average, Ben's cock was fat, and he had to really open his mouth to get it in there. He didn't quite know what to do, so he moved back and forward and pressed his tongue against it. The texture was firm but slightly spongy; he tasted the sweetness of precum without realizing what it was. He felt Ben's hand on his head and heard him saying, "Wow, oh wow, oh, wow!" A few seconds later Ben followed it with, "You don't hafta do that, ya know." Preston pulled off long enough to say, "I want to." Next he felt Ben pulling him down on the sleeping bag and somehow maneuvering their bodies so they faced each other's cocks, and Ben was pulling off Preston's UA's. They were pretty evenly matched, Preston handicapped by inexperience and Ben struggling a bit with Preston's size, but the moans were real, and Ben's got louder as Preston's hand slid between his thighs and rubbed behind his balls, and finally searched for and found the spasming dad-pucker. He rubbed it with his fingertip, circling it, and then rubbing over it, and then pressed in. It seemed somewhat lubed, at least enough for his finger to wriggle in. "Ahhhh," breathed Ben in partial relief. He felt Ben move and lift his upper leg higher, improving access. Soon his finger was in up to the second knuckle, and he felt the change in Ben's body. The grip on his finger was tight, and the heat was intense. He let go of Ben's cock with his mouth, and wrapped both his arms around Ben's thighs and pulled his face against them, hugging Ben's lower half as hard as he could. Ben stopped blowing him and swung around and pulled the two of them together so they faced each other. In the half darkness Preston studied Ben's face. Then he leaned forward and kissed him. He liked Ben's tongue right away. It was firm and thick, and it didn't feel too wet. It moved slowly, but with purpose. Preston shut his eyes and felt both of Ben's arms around him, pulling him close and holding him. Their legs were wrapped around each other, and Preston could feel their cocks and balls pressing against each other and rubbing together. Ben held him far enough away to whisper, "I need you to fuck me." From somewhere Ben produced a tube of K-Y, and stroked it on Preston's cock, causing him to gasp. "What?" "Nothing, it's good! It's like way better than when I do it." Ben laughed, "It almost always is." Ben got on his hands and knees, with his knees wide apart. "Wait, I want to kiss you while we do it." "Okay, but start of like this, and then we can switch it up." Preston found the target and nestled the dripping head of his cock in the slight indent, and then leaned forward. "Okay?" "Hell, yeah!" Preston took his time, in, wait, in, back a little, forward, wait, in, out, in. Ben grunted as Preston's big head made it through the ring, but he whispered, "Oh yeah, keep comin', keep comin'." Ben moaned with satisfaction and pleasure as Preston's steely pipe bored in to him, and finally bottomed out. He was acutely aware of the stretching and fullness in his ass. For a few minutes he was completely unaware of everything else in the world, every part of his being responding to the intense throbbing pleasure he felt, that radiated from his most private core to every part of his body. Then it got better. Preston mumbled a few questions and figured out exactly where his big knob needed to be to rub directly on Ben's swollen prostate. Starting with his cock about halfway out he moved it forward and back less than two inches, subjecting Ben to complete and total stimulation. In excitement Ben began to buck and whimper while his stubby cock started a continuous drizzle of little spurts of cum, a gob for every stroke. "Oh my god, yeah, holy fuck, oh HOLY FUCK!" Preston kept it up as long as he could, despite his own growing need to really plow Ben. After the longest series of gasps and moans from the burly man beneath him, Preston leaned forward over Ben's back and wrapped his arms around him, cupping and squeezing his pecs. Ben twisted his head around and they kissed the best they were able, even though they couldn't get their mouths to completely meet. Preston licked Ben's ear. "You ready to get fucked now?" Ben rolled his eyes, "Hell yes!" Preston pushed himself back up and really started long-dicking the man. Pulling all the way out so his head just broached the ring and then pushing back in until he knocked Ben forward. Ben let himself collapse down onto his chest with his sturdy dad rump high in the air at the perfect height for Preston's assault. Each stroke felt better for Preston, the grip, the heat, and the knowledge that Ben was losing his mind. He could feel himself building to a massive orgasm. He started to gasp, "oh my God, oh my God." He knew he was in the perfect zone where it was only going to take one or two more strokes when the front door opened, the light was flipped on, and a voice yelled, "Dad, did you save me any pizza?" Preston, blinded by the light, looked up to see a hefty young guy in a letterman's jacket as Ben jerked forward and upright, popping Preston's cock out, which sprayed cum like a fire hose all over Ben, the sleeping bag, and even hitting the TV. "What the fuck!" said the voice. To his horror, Preston now recognized the voice, and staring at the speaker, squinting through his blackened eye, confirmed that it was Paul Robinson. * * * Preston pushed his bike home. In the dark. It was about a mile. Ben had offered to drive him, but it had suddenly all seemed so weird he just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. He got home just in time for dinner, and, wouldn't you know, it was pizza. His dad asked him how his day had been and he just shrugged. Then he said that he had had a flat tire and had to push his bike home from a friend's house, and he needed to see if he could fix the puncture. Once the tire was repaired he took a shower and decided to go to sleep. His eye looked pretty bad in the mirror. He couldn't see the point in doing homework because he wasn't going to school for the next couple days. His phone buzzed. It was a text from Jake. "Hey buddy, I'm sorry if I seem kind of rushed tonight. I get that you're going through something big. I want you to let me know how you're doing. Okay? We B's got to stick together." Preston texted back and they agreed to meet up tomorrow afternoon. Not long after that Preston's dad yelled good night and told him to get to sleep. Instead Preston lay awake thinking about the day. He was conscious that his cock was rock hard again. He needed to jack off but the spank bank images in his head were all jumbled up with the day's events. He'd start off thinking about one guy and then switch over to another and it was all too incomplete. Plus he was still really angry, why did Paul Robinson have to fucking show up and fuck up the best thing that happened all day. And how was he going to manage this new life on a bike? He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to see Ben, but he kept seeing Paul instead. He sighed. The sleeping bag part had been really nice. He heard his phone buzz again. "Hey hot stuff," said the message. He wasn't entirely sure who it was. "What's up," he texted back. "Still horny?" came the question. "Always," he texted. A few seconds later there was somebody tapping on his window. He swung out of bed and went over to the window. It was Tim, the mailman. He slid the window open. "What are you doing here?" "You said you were still horny," Tim replied with a grin. Tim reached through the window for Preston's cock. "You want me to come out into the yard?" Preston asked. "I was hoping you'd let me in," grinned Tim, "if you're up for it. You sure look up to me." Preston grinned back, pushed the window up further and helped pull him through. Then he whispered, "We gotta be quiet. My dad will kill me if he finds you here." Tim winked at him, "I think he'd kill me first." It didn't take them long to undress Tim, and Preston was out of his boxers in a flash. And it didn't take Preston long to get reacquainted with everything he liked about Tim's body. They made out for a few minutes with Tim gently tutoring the teen in the fine art of kissing. Then he went down on Preston, taking him deep into the back of his throat, and then further. "Dang!" Preston swore, "That is SO good." Preston liked having Tim kneel in front of him; he could feel his cock respond. He pulled the long shaft out of Tim's mouth and batted him on the cheeks. "You like that dick, don't cha?" Tim chuckled, "Uh huh. I love it." "You want to suck my dick?" "Yeah, I want to suck your big man-dick, kid." "Kid?" Preston swatted Tim's face a little harder. "Sir. I want to suck your big man-dick, sir." "Okay," said Preston, feeding Tim his throbbing hard-on, "but I really want to fuck you." Seconds later they were on the bed, with Tim on his back and Preston kneeling between his legs. "So, um, yeah?" Preston asked. Tim pulled his knees toward his chest. "Stick a pillow under my butt," he whispered. Preston got the idea immediately, and in no time Tim's winking pucker was exactly where it needed to be. "Lube?" Preston asked. Tim chuckled, "I came prepared. I'm better than the Boy Scouts." With a happy sigh Preston lodged the head of his cock in Tim's ass and pushed in. For the second time that day Preston enjoyed the exquisite pleasure of sliding his dripping hard-on into a freshly fucked ass. He felt the constriction of Tim's ring of muscle, but it was no real obstacle and in seconds he was balls deep in Tim's sturdy ass. He pulled half way out and thrust all the way in. They both sighed at the same time. "Is that my cum in there?" Preston asked. Tim raised his eyebrows, and looked a little sheepish, "Uh, maybe." "How many other people did you fuck today?" "Two," Tim replied, now not the least embarrassed. "One before and one after." "Oh my God, you are such a slut!" Tim grinned cheerfully, "Let's say I enjoy cock, and I never miss an opportunity." "But aren't there way more bearers than breeders?" "Sure are," Tim said, still grinning. "So I'm doing great. Statistically I should only get to hook up about once every 20 days." He paused. "Must be doin' something right." Preston giggled. "What? Tim asked. Preston giggled again. "It's all so weird," he said. "All of a sudden I have this huge horny dick and there's this big, hot guy in my bed who just wants me to fuck him, and he's in my bed, in my room and I've got my cock inside him - it's just weird and kinda amazing." He thrust in as far as he could go and flexed his cock, and then pulled out slowly. Tim moaned with pleasure. "That's it," he said, "just keep doing that." "You like that, huh." "Love it," Tim said, putting his arms around Preston and pulling him down. "That's it, that's it, baby. Fuck your slut daddy, fuck your slut daddy."