Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2018 22:29:39 +0000
From: Petr Velky <PetrVelky1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cornell Tx: Steve-Preston-7

Cornell TX: Steve-Preston-7
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
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Chapter 7 - Test Fuck

Preston stood in front of the door with his bike, and
glanced back at the huge monster truck in the driveway. He
could hear a baby crying. He was just pulling out the
crumpled piece of paper with the address that Jake had
scribbled for him to doubleÐcheck it, when the door opened.
"Hello?" said a deep, rumbling voice.

Preston stepped back to look up at the huge man in the
doorway. He was wearing shorts and a cut-off t-shirt that
did nothing to hide his enormous muscular hairy body.  The
t-shirt was tightly stretched over his huge bull pecs,
barely came below them, and had holes cut in it for the
man's nipples.  The giant rubbery nipples were bigger than
Preston's thumb, glistening with white liquid. Below the t-
shirt stretched a vast expanse of bulging belly, covered
with thick, dense, black hair.

"I'm Preston," he said, uncertainly.
"You don't sound too sure of that," rumbled the giant.
"I am."
"I know, Jake told me you'd be coming. Welcome. Come on
in."
"Where should I lock my bike?"
"Bring it in."
Preston lifted his bike and carried it into the house. The
huge living room was a combination of nursery and mancave.
A skinny Hispanic guy in his mid-twenties, skinny apart
from a big baby bump, carried a baby, gently rocking it.
"She's almost asleep," he whispered to Jacob.
Jacob turned around to Preston, made a shushing motion, and
whispered, "Come meet my daughter."
The young man held the baby down a bit so Preston could see
the baby's face with her eyes screwed tight shut. She had a
little bubble of spit on the corner of her mouth. Preston
watched as Jacob gently wiped the tiny bubble of spit with
his huge fingers. Jacob's big face glowed with pride and
unlimited happiness. "This is Beth."  The baby breathed and
opened her eyes, and smiled, and shut her eyes again.

"I'm going to put her down," whispered the guy, "Don't
worry about anything, you guys go have fun." Jake gestured
for Preston to follow him. Preston whispered, "She's so
tiny."
Jacob nodded, "Not like me. She's only four months."
Preston nodded.

Outside on the patio Jacob spoke in a more normal tone.
"She's a little fussy in the middle of the day. I got
Miguel to come over so we wouldn't be interrupted."
"Thanks," said Preston, "and, I guess, thanks for doing
this."
"No problem," Jacob said, "I'd do anything for my baby
daddy."
"Your what?" said Preston.
"My baby daddy. Jake's Elizabeth's daddy."
"Oh," said Preston, trying not to look shocked, images of
Brady flooding his head. "I didn't know. That's, that's -
amazing."
They were silent for a minute. Then Preston said, "I really
don't know how to do this. I mean, most of the situations
I've been in so far, I just show up and the guy kind of
jumps me, which is okay, butÉ"
Jacob looked at him. "You want me to tell you what to do?
"Um, sure, or at least how would you be if you wanted to
get pregnant - " he reddened.
"Hehehe," laughed Jacob, "naughty role play."

Jacob rubbed his giant belly, and then put his hands on his
hips. "Okay," said Jacob, "okay. You look kind of young.
You need to put people at their ease right away about
that."
Jacob shifted his weight and helpfully mimed opening the
door and inviting Preston to enter, and said, "You look a
little young."
Preston stuck out his hand and shook Jacob's hand firmly.
"Not to worry, I've got plenty of experience. Plus, plus, I
have lots of energy." He nodded happily at Jacob.
"I'll bet you do," said Jacob.

Then Preston said, "UhhhhÉ"
"Say something nice," prompted Jacob. "People love
compliments, it doesn't matter what it's about."
"Like what?"
"Anything."
"You have a really nice place," said Preston. "The pool is
fantastic."
"Thanks," said Jacob, "When I swim, I want to take a real
dip.  You want to try it?"
"For real?"
"Sure, we could skinny dip."
Preston toed off his sneakers. "You're really big," he
said, looking at Jacob, "by far you are the biggest guy I
have ever Ð wow!"
Jacob pulled the cropped t-shirt up over his head and then
dropped his cargo shorts. Underneath he was wearing a tiny
pink thong. Well, tiny on him. The front was fully packed
and the back disappeared somewhere between his huge and
hairy muscular glutes. Before he could peel the thong off
Preston stepped up to him and ran his hand over Jacob's
drum hard belly. "I love this," he said, his fingers moving
through the fur, stroking it. "This is really hot." His
hands slid upward toward the big bull pecs, that, without
the t-shirt for support, hung a little lower.  They were
heavy and full of milk. Each hand found one of the big
rosy-brown rubbery nipples, and he caressed the pecs and
pushed his face between them.
"Now you're talkin'," said Jacob, although Preston wasn't
because his mouth was full of nipple and cream. There was a
lot of "mmmmm mmmmm" going on from both sides. Their
mingled "mmmmm's" filled the air like honeybees.
After a couple minutes Jacob said, "Still want to swimÉ"
"Oh, yeah," said Preston.

Preston was skinny and naked and hard, his man dick poking
Jacob's leg.  Jacob reached down and gripped it, firmly,
appraisingly. "That's a really nice joystick you got
there."
"It's ready to take this game to the next level anytime,"
Preston giggled, "anytime you're ready to level up."

"Cowabunga!" Jacob yelled, grabbing Preston and jumping
into the pool with an enormous splash that seemed like it
might empty the pool. Being in the pool evened out the
differences in their height. They bobbed up and down with
Preston's arms around Jacob who held the wiry teen in front
of him. Preston felt Jacob's fat hairy cock jut between his
legs. "Whoa, dude! Watch it there!"
"Oh, my God," Jacob chuckled, "new tops are so touchy when
it comes to anything getting near your ass. You need to
relax about that."
Preston laughed sheepishly. "I just don't think I know how
to stop you," he said.
"You couldn't," said Jacob, "something to think about. But
no worries here."
Preston put his arms around Jacob and floated against his
chest, and now their faces were the same height he let his
mouth drift closer to Jacob's and he tentatively stuck out
his tongue. Jacob's mouth opened at just the right time and
Preston felt the softness of Jacob's beard and mustache all
over his face.

He pulled Preston close and Preston enjoyed the tightness.
With their faces the same height it was easy to kiss and
soon Preston had his tongue halfway down Jacob's throat
while a big meaty paw wrapped around his throbbing hard-on.
Preston continued to rub his hands all over Jacob's back
and shoulders and his pecs, everywhere he could reach.
"You're so big," he said, "I want to climb all over you."
Jacob chuckled, "Climb away."
Preston kept rubbing Jacob's shoulders and arms, moving
around to Jacob's back, riding him like a whale. Jacob was
content to stroke and hug Preston, holding him and then
kissing him, then letting him play some more. During this
Preston's hard cock rubbed against Jacob, all over, getting
closer to the cleft between the mammoth glutes. Eventually
it settled there for a prolonged moment and Jacob waded
towards the shallow end of the pool.
"Ready to show me what you can do with that thing, little
man?" he asked with a big inviting smile.
Preston nodded, "You bet. I wanna make you happy."

Jacob tossed Preston the thickest, plushest towel he had
ever used and led the way to his indoor gym off the pool
deck.
"Wow! This is nice!" Preston said, taking in the machines,
free weights, and the size of the room. "What a great place
to work out!"
"It's good for a lot of things," Jacob winked. Leading the
way to a thick padded 10 x 10 yoga mat in front of a wall
of mirrors, the giant man knelt and beckoned Preston to
him. "Let me get a taste of that fine piece of meat before
the games begin." His mouth was warm and soft, both gentle
and kind of greedy as he sucked down a good three-quarters
of Preston's drooling cock.

Jacob had taken the lead during most of the encounter, but
Preston now said, "time to show me your yoga skills," and
pushed him forward and down, into a cross between child's
pose and downward dog. "Lube?" asked Preston.
"Already making plenty," grunted Jacob, shifting his weight
from knee to knee as he spread his mammoth hairy thighs
further apart and raised his ass for maximum accessibility.
Preston murmured approval as he explored the protruding
ring of muscle. "Nice Bunda," he groaned.
"What?"
"Nice hole. I really like a muscled hole."
"You like my tailpipe? Oohhh!"
By now Preston had a couple of fingers inside the heated
slick tunnel while his other hand continued to rub the
outside mound of muscle and hard, swollen hairy taint.
"This good for you?" Preston asked.
In answer Jacob dropped his chest onto the mat, wiggled his
ass, and raised it a couple inches higher.
"Oh yeah!" said Preston, "sweet!"

Preston spent a full fifteen minutes lavishing attention on
Jacob's tailpipe. He rubbed the ring of muscle, and got it
nice and wet with lots of spit, and ran his tongue around
it, rubbing and teasing it. He slid his fingers in and out
and rubbed Jacobs big hairy taint, and stroked the inside
of his thighs, and, finally, when Jacob was practically
humping back on his face, he tongued the center and went in
as far as he could, alternating pointing his tongue and
making it broad, and switching off with his fingers when he
needed breath.  He got his face completely buried up
Jacob's ass for the final five minutes, his nose and chin
involved, and he was snuffling like a dog before he came up
for air.

Jacob looked cross-eyed with happiness. "That was -
intense," he smiled hugely.
"It's not over yet," said Preston, stroking his dripping
cock.  The head seemed to be getting bigger.  He'd have to
measure it again when he got home. (Tim was keeping track
of the length by marking Preston's bed post with a
sharpie.)
"Let me grab something for support," Jacob huffed,
scrambling to his feet.  He grabbed a yoga ball and spread
himself over it, so he was pretty much in the same
position, giant meaty ass in the air and spread nice and
wide, but with less of the weight on his massive legs and
forearms.

Preston surveyed the huge hairy ass in front of him.  The
sheer size of it awed him; each buttock was easily the size
of a basketball, and as round.  The ring of muscle
surrounding the red hole pulsed.  He wanted to be fucking,
but he also wanted to savor the moment.  He put a hand on
each hairy cheek and stroked them.
"Everything all right back there?"
"Oh yeah, just tryin' to really get the experience. You
have the most - the biggest ass - I mean, that's good -
it's a LOT of ass - "
"Show me you're better at fucking than talking."
Preston reddened.  "Yes, sir," he answered, and bat in
hand, stepped up to the plate.

***

On Tuesday Preston was called to the principal's office
during Fourth period. At first he thought the big man was
wearing his normal tighty-whities stretched over his muscle
butt, but this pair were super tight, maybe a size smaller
than normal, and proved to have a special little rip in the
seat in just the right place. Preston eagerly enlarged the
rip, first with his probing fingers, and then with his
cock. He looked down at his rigid teen pole disappearing
into the round white cotton-covered mounds of muscle, and
felt the welcoming juiciness, and almost came right there.
Something about the briefs being so tight, and lifting and
shaping the principal's butt. He was so excited to be
fucking the underwear-clad butt of his principal that he
managed to unload two huge loads in record time. As did
Principal Connors, soaking the front of the briefs.
Consequently Preston arrived in the cafeteria for lunch a
couple of minutes before everyone else.

Eating lunch at school had been strange since the changes.
It wasn't like he had a lot of friends before although
there were people in his own grade who he hung out with,
but now it seemed like they came from different worlds. It
also seemed like everybody else was wary of him, as if he
might suddenly fight them the way he had fought Paul
Robinson. And then there was his black eye, only just
fading. Plus, he kept having to go to the principal's
office. What was up with that?

Preston was a couple bites into the uninspiring hamburger
when someone sat down across from him. It was Marshall
Kelly. He looked up, and then he smiled, trying not to
smile too much. Marsh nodded at it him. And started to eat.
"How's your board?" Preston ventured.
"Good."
"How's your ass?"
"What the fuck dude! Shut up!"
Preston grinned.
Marshall started eating. Then he said quietly, "It's
fucking awesome." Preston snickered.
Marshall said, "And these hamburgers suck the big one."
"Sounds like a plan," said Preston.
"Don't be a tool, you tool," replied Marsh.
Preston sputtered a little bit through his milk straw.
Suddenly they were both conscious that somebody else was
sitting down with them. It was Tyler Unger. "Preston,
Kelly," he said in his deep baritone, and nodded to them,
and started to eat. He had two hamburgers. They all chewed
for a moment and then Tyler said, "These hamburgers suck."
The other two boys burst out laughing.
"That's what we said," Marshall chuckled.
Tyler cracked a smile, just. "You play anything, Kelly?" he
asked.
"The skin flute," interjected Preston.
Marsh rolled his eyes, "Shut up, dude!"
Tyler responded, "It's a great instrument, maybe we should
start an orchestra."
Unfortunately Preston had just taken another drink of milk,
most of which now came out his nose.

Other kids were staring to notice the non-homogenous group
was having a great time. Then Marshall said, "Preston
actually plays the skin tuba," which made the dignified
Tyler spit up some hamburger he was chewing, and David
Burkowitz arrived just in time to thump him on his back.
Marshall laughed so hard he sounded like a seal barking.

Two other older guys who Preston didn't know joined them
after that, followed by Jake Markham. Both the guys
obviously played something; they were both built from
working out.  Justin was African-American, short and stocky
with a hint of a mustache and incredibly long eyelashes;
Patrick was a tall redhead covered in freckles with a
turned-up nose.  They were equally friendly to Marshall as
to Preston.  Patrick teased Preston, "I see you're
interested in martial arts.  Going out for the boxing
team?"
Preston rolled his eyes.
"Nah, he's just looking for a good punching bag," said
David.
Justin nodded, and said levelly, "I think he found one."
They joked through the rest of lunch, all amiably
complaining about the hamburgers.  Nothing was said, but
every once in a while Preston caught one of the guys
looking at him with interest. When he caught their gaze,
they'd meet it for a few seconds, then their eyes would
slide away. Patrick was the most bashful; he blushed bright
red after locking eyes with Preston for a couple of
seconds.

When they'd finished eating and the first bell rang, Jake
took Preston aside. Preston was nervous. He'd come away
from his session with Jacob feeling that it had not been a
total success. He wasn't sure why. But now he definitely
had that feeling of not knowing how well he had done on a
test. And his experience was that when you had the feeling
the results were usually worse than what you hoped for.

Jake was blunt. "So I had a talk with Jacob." Preston
looked at him with apprehension. "He said the fuck was
superb. In fact he says he thinks you may have got him."
Preston smiled, visibly relaxing. He had rode the giant
man's ass as long as he could, changing angles, speed,
caressing the giant hairy buttocks, and wildly burying his
bone as deep as he could. He remembered the hot feeling of
warmth around the head when it was buried the deepest he
could get it. He had worked his knob deep inside the man,
rubbing the knob on everything he could reach. "But," said
Jake. Preston looked up at him, his happiness instantly
wiped off his face. "He says you're not very good at being
with people. He says you have no bedside manner."
"I don't know what that means."
"It's an expression people use about doctors," explained
Jake. "If they're good at talking to people."
"Oh."
"He said you don't need practice fucking, you need practice
talking to grown-ups."
"I never talk to grown-ups."
"Well, it shows."
"I talk to Tim, he's a grown-up."
"Tim plays Super Mario."
"That's why I can talk to him."
"Don't you talk to the principal a lot?"
"Mostly it's him talking to me and, um, a lot of it's not
talking."
"What about your dad?"
"He tells me what to do. But it's not like we have
conversations.
"Hmmmm." There was a pause.
"So what now? Do I still get to work?"
Jake waited.
"You liked fucking him?"
Preston flashed back to pushing into Jacob's industrial
tailpipe, and his wonder as the big man alternated between
almost frictionless slick juiciness and making Preston feel
like someone wearing lubed rubber gloves was gripping his
cock. And the big muscled ring crowning the huge taint.
And the feeling after he came, when he was practically off
the ground, his rock-hard cock still deep inside Jacob's
heat, and Jacob continued to gently bounce on the yoga ball
beneath them, stretching and continuing the moment of
orgasm out to infinity. "Fuck, yes! It was incredible!"
Jake looked at him again, eventually the hint of a smile
crossing his face.
"Okay. He did say the fuck was great. And I have more work
than I can handle."
"You want to spend time with Mr. Kelly."
"Yeah, I do."

"Does talking have to be part of it?"
"No, but I'd like it to be. I mean if these people are
referrals through me, I'd like to feel that they're getting
the same experience as they would with me."
"So tell me what you do."
"I just try to treat them like they're my boyfriend."
"I've never had a boyfriend."
"Neither have I."
They looked at each other and registered the truth of what
they had just said. Neither of them had ever had a
boyfriend.
"Okay," said Jake, "let's try a couple and see how it goes.
But just be conscious that there's room for improvement."
He regarded Preston's unhappy expression. "Don't look so
worried buddy, there's nowhere to go but up."

* * *
After getting a text from Brady, Preston went over to
Brady's apartment instead of David's house before they
worked out. Brady answered the door sporting nothing but a
pair of skimpy bikini briefs printed with the Stars and
Stripes. Preston took in the sight appreciatively,
marveling at Brady's body, pumped and muscular but without
the hardness that comes with being super cut.
"What's the occasion?" asked Preston.
"I got these in the mail today." Brady spun around, giving
Preston a good look at the way the briefs barely covered
his ass but still managed to make it even more attractive.
"You look super hot, dude," said Preston.
"Thanks," replied Brady, stepping up to him, chest puffed
out. Preston nuzzled one of Brady's pink nipples, the one
that was about to poke him in the eye. He stroked Brady's
lats, running his fingers down to the small waist and then
over the big, tight ass. Just being this close to Brady
already had Preston's cock straining in his shorts.

"You just wanted to show me how hot you are," Preston
laughed. "I already know that, dude! Oh my God, your ass is
so, so, perfect." Preston rubbed his face against Brady's
chest, "And you always smell so good." Preston looked up at
Brady with a content, sleepy smile. "You feel so good."
Brady's arms went around Preston. "Mmm mmm, so do you big
guy," Brady whispered, leaning in to kiss him. Brady kissed
Preston gently, then hungrily. When they both stopped for
breath, Brady said, "I got some news today, I didn't want
to text you, I wanted to tell you in person."
"What?"
"I went to the doctor, we're going to have a baby."

Preston's face lit up. "NO SHIT!" he yelled,
"WOOOOHOOOOO!!! That's awesome! That's fucking awesome! Oh!
OH MY GOD!!!"
He hugged Brady, then worried he was hugging Brady too
hard. Brady laughed, "It's fine," and hugged him as hard as
he could.
"Are you happy?" asked Preston.
"Yes," said Brady, "of course I'm happy."
"Oh, dude," said Preston, "we gotta do something to
celebrate!"
"I was hoping you'd say that," said Brady, reaching for
Preston's cock. Preston stepped away from Brady to take one
last look at Brady's butt in the skimpy briefs. "You look
so great in these it's almost a shame to take them off."
Brady grinned, "I got the flag, you got the pole."

Preston stared at the tight triangle of red, white, and
blue fabric tautly stretched but barely covering Brady's
butt. It made his muscled buns look even plumper than
usual, the fabric loose at the triangle at the top of his
crack and dipping into it a little bit below that. Not only
did it show off the abrupt swelling curve, it also managed
to showcase the creamy pinkness of the inside of Brady's
thighs just below his buttocks. Preston's cock went from
rock hard to steel pipe. "Dude, your ass looks so perfectÉ
I want to get you pregnant all over again."
Brady laughed, "We can sure try. You like that?" he said,
giving his ass another little wiggle.
Preston felt breathless. "Oh, yeah," he gasped, "Oh, boy do
I ever." He gave his own cock a tug, just reassuring
himself that he hadn't actually come yet staring at Brady's
ass. Brady leaned forward, wiggling his ass again, and
Preston reached for it. He put his hands on the sides of
Brady's hips, holding them, his thumbs sliding back and
forth a little bit. "You have one mother fucking beautiful
ass." Preston stepped back for a minute. "Don't move," he
said, "don't move. Stay just like that." He pulled out his
phone. "I got to take a picture of this. I want to remember
this the rest of my life. The most perfect ass ever."
Brady pretended to give him a, "yeah, whatever," look, but
he was grinning and obviously pleased. He bent over a
little further, arching his back, moving his thighs a bit
more apart, all of which served to make his ass look
plumper and perkier in the tiny briefs. Finally, while he
braced himself against the wall, Preston reluctantly peeled
them down and dove in like a hungry piglet desperate to
beat his brothers to the food, but it was Brady who
squealed with pleasure. Preston used every millimeter of
his tongue to open up Brady's eager pucker. Brady slid his
thighs further apart and humped back with his butt to meet
Preston's drilling tongue.

Preston pushed Brady over to the sofa, bent him over it,
and dove back into the pink creamy perfection of Brady's
smooth muscled ass, constantly exploring the willing and
excited pucker in the middle, and generously opening it up
with his tongue until Brady was gasping, "fuck me, fuck me,
dude, fuck me."

But when Preston was ready, Brady stopped him.  "I got one
more surprise for you."
"What else??"
Brady produced a squirt tube and, arching his back and
sticking his butt up more, got busy with it, giving himself
a good injection.  "Baby oil," he said, grinning.  "You
talked so much about how great it was with Aaron, I thought
we should give it a try."
"Dude!" said Preston, his cock about to burst with
excitement, eagerly positioning the head for the tight
slick entry, "You're the fuckin' best!"

* * *
When a beaming Preston and a thoroughly-fucked Brady
packing a gutful of hot breeder cum arrived late at the
gym, David was slightly put out.
"I've been here for fifteen minutes," he said with an
expression bordering on petulance.  His jock pussy was
feeling neglected; he'd been looking forward to Preston
meeting him at his house before their workout, and the
change of plans meant he was dealing with intermittent
hungry twitches in the back of his shorts.  It would have
been even worse if he hadn't used some of the time to watch
the tall Asian guy, who had smiled and nodded at him when
he entered the gym.  But now Preston and Brady reeking of
breeder sex didn't help matters, although Brady was, as
always, his jovial self.
"Sorry, dude, we're having a baby!" His big smile beamed
out from ear to ear.
"No shit!!!  That's awesome!!!"
After the exclamations, congratulations, and some joking,
their workout got under way.

Even though David had genuinely congratulated Preston and
Brady he remained painfully conscious of his own need.
Although he was pregnant there were times when he was near
Preston that the younger boy's breeder pheromones painfully
increased the hunger in his twitching butthole. Now,
between sets, when he would stare at Preston's obviously
jockstrap-packed crotch, he could feel his tight sphincter
blossom and close, blossom and close.

There were days when he felt resentful about his pregnant
state. He desperately missed being the nubile jock desired
by every breeder in town, even if he hadn't slept with that
many of the men who ogled him. Now he still caught their
eye, but as soon as they saw the bump, and they sure
noticed, it was as if he became invisible to them. He knew
his ass was just as fine as it was three months ago, as
tight and pliable, and the rest of him was beautiful. His
tris were actually improvedÉ
Sometimes he needed to be fucked so badly he couldn't think
straight. It was this mammoth ache of desire in his jock
pussy. He hadn't liked that term at first, but now he used
it in his mind all the time. He was constantly conscious of
his degree of need, as if he had a meter running, always
telling him how great his emptiness was at that moment. He
knew he was lucky to have found Preston. Damn lucky. A
couple of times he had thought how fortunate it was that
Principal Connors had roped him into giving Preston a ride
home that first morning. It wasn't that he liked Preston in
any kind of romantic way, although they had become friends
or at least, buddies. Nor was it that Preston particularly
turned him on. He appreciated Preston's wiriness and newly
developing muscle, but really, he was just a younger boy,
ordinarily a complete nonentity to him. What he appreciated
about Preston was the man's cock that came with him, that
constantly hard, perpetually pre-jizzing, always throbbing
pillar of maleness. Just being near it made his pucker
twitch with urgent need, and his ass definitely became
juicier if he was around Preston for more than a couple of
minutes. Although he would never tell Preston, and he was
barely able to admit it to himself, he was infinitely
grateful every time Preston's throbbing eight inches slid
into him. He did love Preston's athletic energy and
stamina. The stamina was first rate. The kid was like an
oil derrick. Sometimes like an oil derrick on crack.

David's ideal guy would probably look like a young
Giancarlo Stanton. Someone bigger than him, the same
height, or an inch taller, and able to pick him up and
throw him on the bed. Or over his shoulder. Or anywhere
they wanted. Right now, at the gym the closest thing was
the tall Asian guy. David didn't know if the guy was a
breeder. He probably wasn't, going to this gym, but he was
Asian, so you never knew. But there didn't seem to be a way
to break the ice.

Now, at the gym, he could see the bulge of Preston's cock,
and he wanted it maybe more than anything he'd ever wanted
in the world. At least that's what it felt like standing
there looking at it, only inches from it.  He felt faint,
and wanted to reach out and grab it.

Today they were using the bench press, and they set up
around the one furthest away from everyone else so they
wouldn't be bothered too much while they monopolized it for
a while. Brady and David were pretty evenly matched but
they had to take off half the plates for Preston each time
it was his turn to press. By now they had it down to a
science; they took turns spotting Preston, and then they
would each move to an end of the barbell to add plates.
David spotted Preston during his third set, and stared down
at the teen's crotch. As usual, when Preston was on the
bench his cock was clearly visible and the highest part of
him. Brady caught David staring at Preston with his mouth
open. "Looks good, don't it," chuckled Brady.
David nodded, licking his dry lips. By now Preston had
caught on. Still laying on the bench he reached into his
shorts and deftly freed his cock from the confines of his
jockstrap. It tented the shorts wickedly. "Want a quick
ride?" he asked, grinning his familiar evil grin. David
shook his head, alarmed. "You know you want it," Preston
whispered, "chicken?"
"No, there's too many people."
"Buk buk buk," cackled Preston, pulling his shorts leg up
and letting his cock rise freely.
David stared, his breath shortening.
"Just let it slide up your shorts leg and sit on it," said
Preston. "Last chance."
David made a gesture that was a combination of a shrug and
rolling his eyes and straddled Preston on the bench. Brady
instinctively moved between them and the rest of the room.
Not that he could block everything entirely but he provided
them some cover. The entry should have been easy, and was,
once the clothing got figured out.

They couldn't achieve a hundred percent penetration because
of the bunched up shorts, but eighty-five percent felt
great to David. In fact he couldn't believe how good it
felt. His eyes closed in bliss for a moment. The trouble
was he instantly wanted more. He wanted to ride Preston's
cock, to rise and fall on it. Over and over. So he did. As
if he were doing goblet squats and Preston happened to be
there, in the way.

David was really getting into it now. His eyes fluttered
shut during the downstroke as he enjoyed the maximum
stretch and penetration. As always, part of him could
barely believe how good Preston felt inside him.
Additionally, Brady was standing right there and there were
all the usual noises from the gym, music in the background,
people talking, and weights banging. After a particularly
satisfying descent his eyes blinked open and he caught a
movement in his peripheral vision. It was the tall Asian
guy coming toward them.

David jerked off of Preston. Then he saw the guy's eyes
open wide in shock. Really wide. The guy instantly stopped
and turned away. David turned bright red. Tomato red. "What
is it?" said Preston, irritated that the fuck had stopped.

"Damn!" said David, "Damn! damn! damn!" He was almost
crying. Brady reached down and quickly tucked Preston's
dripping fuckstick back into his shorts.
"What the fuck is it?" asked Preston.
"It's that guy," said Brady, "the one he likes. He saw."
Preston swung himself up and rolled off the weight bench.
David was still incredibly upset.
"Which guy?"
"The tall one," said Brady, "the Asian dude."
"Who?"
"Him," said Brady, pointing at the guy's back.
"You like him? said Preston, bewildered, looking at David.
David glared back at him.
"Sorry, geez!"

Preston pulled his shorts up firmly and kind of looked at
Brady and David and nodded at them in a way that indicated
they should stay there and wait for him. Then he ran after
the Asian guy. Behind him he heard David say, "Don't - "
but he ignored him.

"Hey, hi!" called Preston when he was almost at the guy's
shoulder. The guy turned around, expressionless.
"Yes?"
"Uh, can I talk to you for a sec?"
The guy stopped walking and looked at Preston. He was tall,
and had broad shoulders. Preston, really noticing him for
the first time, thought, "Nice!" The shoulders were like
grapefruit. He wore a loose sleeveless t-shirt.  His
shoulders made the planes of his pecs seem less, but the
pecs were solid. He obviously had abs, and the definition
of his hairless calves should be the envy of every guy in
the gym. He raised his eyebrows a little as if to say,
"Okay, what?"

"I don't know what you saw, but we were just fooling
around. But I," he paused, "What's your name? My name's
Preston."
"Ryan."
"Whatever you saw was totally my fault. We were just
fooling around. My friend, the tall one with the dark hair,
his name is David. He thinks you're wonderful."
"Really." Ryan sounded extremely skeptical.
"Yeah, really. He feels totally terrible that you got the
wrong idea about him."
"And what would that be?"
"That he's not interested. In you. He's a really nice guy.
You want to meet him?"
"Maybe now is not the best moment."

"Oh, okay." Preston looked uncertainly at the tall, serious
guy, but refused to give up. "Well, uh, how about you and I
get some coffee later and then maybe I can introduce you."
He looked back at Brady and David, who were obviously
watching them, and who now tried to be busy with the bench
press. Preston looked back at Ryan. "You do like him." Ryan
nodded his head down once.

"Come have a cup of coffee," Preston said, "Please. Look,
I'm not trying to pick up on you I swear."
Ryan looked at him with the faintest hint of amusement.
"Dude, said Preston, "Are you a Breeder? You're a Breeder
aren't you?" Ryan was silent, and then quietly nodded.
"Cool! I am too. So you're safe with me. Look, I just want
to talk okay? I'll buy."
Ryan's lips twitched. "Okay. Coffee."

Preston went back to the others. "What happened? asked
Brady, "What did you say to him?"
"We're going to have coffee," Preston said. "Can you drive
me?"
Brady nodded. David looked miserable. "What did you tell
him?"
"Nothing really, I just told him I wanted to talk to him."
"I don't want you to do this," said David.
"I'm already doing it. Don't worry. I told you, I'll fix
it."
"I don't want you to fix it. It's already bad enough."
"I can't not go now."
"Don't!"
"Too late."
David picked up his towel and walked off, angry, leaving
Brady and Preston standing there.

Ryan had a macchiato. In a glass cup. It came with a
teaspoon and a saucer.  Holding his Coke Zero, Preston
stared.
"It's - you can see all three colors. All three layers."
Ryan nodded.  There was silence.  Ryan slowly lifted the
glass cup.

"So what's your deal?" Preston asked.
"My deal?"
"Yeah, you're not from Cornell."
"No, I'm not."
"So what are you doing here?"
"It's complicated."
"Okay, explain. If you explain it good, if you explain it
well," (Tim had been on him about this), "I'll get it."
"You're funny."
"How?"
"You - you're kind of young, and you still say everything
just as you think it."
"Sure, why not?"
"Most people don't say what they think."
"But you can tell. You can tell by their actions."
"That's true."
"So are you going to explain?"

Ryan took another sip of his coffee.  He made a face and
stirred it again.
"I'm from Singapore. My father is," he paused, "not poor.
He's very interested in tradition and genealogy. All my
family is. He can trace our family back fifteen hundred
years. My mother is from Hong Kong. From the hill."
Preston looked blank.
"It's where the oldest families live. Anyway, she can trace
her family back even further."
"Okay," said Preston. "My great-grandma was from
Galveston."

"It is very important to my father that I have a son. That
he have a grandson. And there are no babies in Singapore."
"Oh," said Preston.
"Yes" nodded Ryan. "My father is `influential,' shall we
say, and he received intelligence briefings that led him to
suspect it might be possible to have a child in America. I
had gone to Stanford for a year, so he sent me back to
California. But no one was having babies there. Then he
learned about Cornell."
"So what's the problem?"
"There are several. My father believed American women were
having babies."
"Oh-oh."
"Yes, and my father does not like men who go with men."
"That's okay, I don't think mine does either."
Again Ryan ignored him. "So I had to explain to him what I
found out. That was a challenging conversation. I was glad
it was over the phone and not in the same room."
Preston nodded.
And I had already been here a week, so I had to make a
quick decision, would I stay here and undergo the change.
Or would our family line die out."
"But I thought nobody was allowed to come in and out of
Cornell except if they have permission from the Army."
"My father - that wasn't a problem."

Preston absently swigged his Coke. "So what is?"
"I thought, when I stayed, that I would," he paused, "I
would be the one to have a baby. I thought I would get
pregnant and go home."
"But you turned out to be a breeder."
"Yes."
"So knock some guy up."
Ryan grimaced. "It's not so easy."
"Yeah, it is!"
Ryan laughed in spite of himself.
"For you, maybe.  But this is redneck Texas.  No one wants
to sleep with an Asian guy, much less have a baby for him."
"Dude! You are so wrong, I guarantee you a million bucks
that there's a guy who wants to fuck you!"
Preston was a little loud in his vehemence, causing Ryan to
blush and shrink in his chair.
"Oops, sorry," that came out louder than I meant," Preston
giggled, "But there totally is. You like my friend, David,
and he likes you."
"You think he would do this?"
Preston stopped cold. "Weeell, there might be one slight
hitch."
Ryan looked at him expectantly.
"He's already having a baby."
Ryan's faced flashed anger, disappointment, and
resignation.
"But he really likes you."
"What good is that?"
"You like him."
"We don't know each other."
"You could get to know each other. Give him a chance. Just
meet him."
Ryan stared at Preston with a hint of hopelessness. "He's
already pregnant."

Preston thought.  Then smiled. "Dude! I have an idea."
Ryan sighed, but then half-smiled at Preston's evident
enthusiasm. "What?"
"I'll make you a deal. You meet David, just meet him.  Go
for a walk or have dinner, or whatever you want.  And I
promise you, I will find you a guy who isn't pregnant, who
will be excited about," he lowered his voice, "being fucked
by you."
Ryan regarded him. "But then I would have two guys."
"So what? Dude, I have, like, ten."
"Ten?"
"Yeah, dude! I mean, I'm not even counting. We're in the
minority. We all gotta do our part."
He stared at Ryan. "Do we got a deal?"
Ryan still looked puzzled.
"What's the downside? You like David and you want a baby-
bearing guy. I'm offering you both. Deal?"
Ryan stared at Preston. A second passed. A lifetime passed.
Fifteen hundred years arched in the air and crumbled into
dust. A truck drove by, rattling the coffee shop windows.
Preston waited. Then he smiled at Ryan.
Ryan shrugged. "Deal."

* * *
David stood at the edge of the pool in a pair of frayed
cut-off jean shorts. Ryan stood behind him, barely touching
him. Preston had brought Ryan over about an hour ago, and
introduced them to each other, and left. Since then they
had sat and talked as the afterglow faded and the stars
came out. The heat of the day was fading, although the pool
deck still radiated warmth. Ryan had talked quietly,
telling David little pieces of information about himself,
asking questions of him. Since they had shaken hands they
hadn't touched. Until now. Ryan put his hands on the
outside of David's shoulders, and let his fingers brush
downward, over David's biceps. Their bodies swayed, towards
each other, and away, and towards each other again. David
turned to face Ryan, looking up, noticing anew the long
lashes and the creamy golden brown skin. "Swim?" he
murmured. Ryan nodded and stepped back to pull his sleek
black t-shirt up over his head, shaking his hair back into
place.  David almost gasped. Now that Ryan's chest was
visible, he wanted desperately to touch it. The pecs were
broad, flat hairless planes, the abs seriously defined, the
nipples small, brown crowns. Ryan leaned towards him. David
put his hands up, and opened his mouth just as Ryan's firm
lips met his, gently forcing his open mouth wider, as his
tongue slipped into David's mouth with cautious assurance.

Now Ryan's arms were around him, and he was kissing the
side of David's face, and his neck, and gently, barely
touching, flicking his earlobe, and then kissing him again.
David's hands were on Ryan, holding him, too, and he felt
Ryan's hands on his back, stroking his spine, working their
way down to the small of his back, starting to pull their
bodies together.

David was making noises now, wordless "mmmmmmm's" and
"ahhhhhhh," and his breathing changed, dependent on the
sound and Ryan's touch. He felt something else, too. There
was something very hard and promising in Ryan's tasteful
black shorts. David let his hand stray downwards and now
Ryan groaned. David felt Ryan's hands on the backs of his
thighs, running up to the base of his buttocks, and a
single long, slim finger straying toward the center.  He
looked up at Ryan, who smiled innocently. David unbuttoned
his own jean shorts and let them fall. "Good thing my
parents are spending the night in San Antonio," he
whispered.

Ryan responded to David's near nakedness, his hands running
more rapidly over David's buttocks, caressing them and
pulling David closer, his fingers toying with the thong-
like center of David's tiny bikini briefs. His fingers
pressed into the center, searching for David's pucker.
David moaned into Ryan's mouth, a feeling of relief
sweeping over him, as he felt the warm trickle of self-
lubrication deep inside his clutching jock pussy. He knew
that it was a sign of need and being turned on, his body
reassuringly confirming his emotions.  He subtly shifted
his thighs an inch more apart, and lifted his butt as the
first long finger slid inside the tiny briefs and rubbed
his rosy pucker.

In the pool David sat on the ledge and Ryan stood between
his legs, kissing him, his hard cock pressed against
David's abdomen. David had been impressed by the hard cock,
unlike any he had seen before. A steely nine inches, it was
slender compared to most breeders, although still fatter
than David's own cock, and the head was no bigger than the
shaft.  But the length and hardness were impressive, as was
the gently upward curve. David slid his thighs apart,
tilting his pelvis forward, opening himself up to this tall
man, who quietly, almost reverently, continued to kiss him
and caress him.

Ryan pulled back enough so their eyes met. David nodded
encouragingly to the unanswered question. Ryan positioned
himself and nudged into the shallow hollow surrounding
David's throbbing, now-thoroughly-wet pucker. David's arms
were around Ryan, who kissed him again, his tongue deep
inside David's mouth, as his steely shank pushed forward
and in.  And in, and in, and in, in one long, slow, steady
entry. Now holding David, not tight, but firmly, he pumped,
and kissed, and pumped, and gave David what he wanted, what
he needed, over and over again.

This was so different from Preston; sex with Preston was
often like a wrestling match in the back of the school bus;
this was standing in the cool wind after a hot day,
surrounded by the electricity that accompanies the promise
of imminent rain.

After twenty minutes, during which David had convulsively
came twice, and experienced one long, slow, drawn out anal
orgasm, that had his jock pussy twitching, squeezing,
opening, gripping, and flooding his entire body with the
feeling of coming, Ryan apologized and said he was getting
close and couldn't wait any longer.  David laughed, a
little hysterically, and pulled him closer, crying, "Do it,
do it, give it to me! Ohhhhh, give it to me!"

Meanwhile, in Brady's bed, Preston had forgotten everything
except the joy of sliding into Brady's hot, plump muscled
ass. Brady had worn the tiny red, white and blue briefs
again, and had teased Preston for as long as he dared,
walking around the apartment, fixing pizza, brushing his
teeth, leaning over to pick something up. Preston had
chased him around, grabbing at his ass.
"Dude, you look so good! Let's fuck!"
"Please, dude, your ass looks so hot, right now."
"Dude, I wanna fuck you so much right now."
Preston stopped and pulled down the front of his shorts,
letting his dripping, throbbing cock pop up. "All for you,
buddy!"
Brady grinned. "What's got into you?"
"Dude, you're so hot!"
"Is that all?"
"Yeah. No. I dunno. I like you."
Brady was standing in front of his sofa, and Preston
tackled him, and buried his face in Brady's butt, pushing
his nose into the cleft and licking the top of his inner
thighs, running his hands all over Brady's legs, and
reaching around, his stomach, and then his sizeable,
tightly constrained bulge.
"Mmmmmm," grunted Preston, incoherently, "Ngghhhh,
yrrsoooohottt."
Brady pushed back with his butt, his thighs sliding further
apart.  Preston pulled the back of the tiny briefs down and
got his chin and nose, and, most importantly, his tongue,
into action.  Brady gave in.  "Mmmmmhhhh oooooooooooÉ"

Five minutes later Brady was on his back, his plump muscled
thighs wrapped around Preston, who was already buried
halfway to the hilt, ready to jackhammer Brady's tender,
tight hole. Then Preston held off. He stared at Brady. He
looked at him with the closest feeling he'd ever had to
loving someone. "Dude," he whispered, "You're my baby-guy."