Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2020 09:11:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Xavier Hicks <xavier.hicks1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Carriers & Donors, An Mpreg Saga: Teacher in Heat

Hey guys, this is my first ever story I've written, so please feel free to
email me at Xavier.hicks1@yahoo.com for feedback and to suggest ideas for
future chapters.

`Carriers & Donors' is set in an alternative universe where a disease led
to a mysterious loss of human female life and state of world war, known as
`The Crisis'. As a result, a genetic mutation in males led to a modified
version of the human race; males who developed internal female reproductive
organs and men who developed extraordinarily powerful sperm. This story
picks up quite a few years after the crisis where male-on-male
reproduction, relationships and marriage has become `the norm' and the
female race is only a very, very small portion of the Earth's human
population. The story is partly inspired by Bill Drake's mpreg themed
`Cornell, TX' series that I found well written and highly erotic.

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Danny Grundy sat at the back of the classroom, flicking paper balls at the
nerdy boys in front of him. He was trying to irritate them yet
subconsciously attempting to satisfy a need to attract attention to
himself. Aged 15, Danny was one of the `jocks' of the class. He was one the
best in the school at rugby, football and athletics. He was short for his
age at around 5'5, yet well developed, carrying his maternal father's
Hispanic genes with black hair and sparkling green eyes. He had a rippled
six pack and nicely developing bulging pecs and biceps, still not at their
full potential but in a few years' time he would be huge. He also had a
killer smile, perfect dimples that gave him an angelic yet devilish
appearance that allowed for him to take advantage of others. He resembled a
young Taylor Lautner from the old days before the crisis.

The classroom was naturally only boys, all aged 14-17. After the genetic
crisis and the huge loss of life that resulted from it, school classes had
been condensed into wider year groups by the government. It was also
important to set the boys above 14 away from those under. Once a teenage
boy went through `the change' and potentially became a giver of super
sperm, he would have to be kept away from the younger boys to stop preteen
impregnation. It could seriously harm a younger boy who had not yet fully
gone through `the changes'.

The teacher, Mr Bronson, stood at the front of the biology class, drawing a
diagram to explain to the 32 boys the modern way of `the birds and the
bees'.

`So, as we now know after intensive research over the last few decades,
males are now split into 4 categories of reproduction. We have the
`carriers', who make up around 60% of the population of Southern Britain
and much of the New European Republic. Carriers usually carry one child per
pregnancy - unless impregnated by a `super-donor'. Next, we have
`super-carriers', males who have the potential to release multiple eggs per
menstrual cycle and can so have multiple births per
pregnancy. Super-carriers are quite rare, making up about 5% of the
population. Then we have `donors', males that can impregnate carriers and
usually produce sperm that creates one child, making up about 34% of the
population.  Finally, we have `super-donors' who make up only 1% of our
population, also known casually as `super-spermers'.' The classroom echoed
with boyish sniggers and giggles. `They have an extremely potent seed that
can break an egg into multiple parts and create multiple children in the
fertile carrier.'

Mr Bronson paused; he was sure he could smell an aroma of
donor-scent. There were sure to be some young men developing into donors in
the class. His distraction was temporary, and he continued with the lesson.

Danny, half listening to the lesson, stroked his pulsing 8-inch cock
underneath his desk and thought about one particular student in front of
the class, Josh Smith, who would be a prime `carrier' but had not yet gone
through the changes. Although not familiar with the smell, he could detect
a whiff of what he thought was a carrier in heat. Where it was coming from,
he was not sure, but he could smell it deeply and it was making his cock
leak, creating a wetspot in his uniform trousers. Over the last few weeks
he had been masturbating intensely, imaging and framing of impregnating
each of his fellow classmates and even some teachers, including Mr Bronson
at the front of class. A couple of days ago he had woken in a huge pool of
sperm in the morning. Since then he had been in a frenzy he could not
explain, unable to pay full attention to classes.

`Grundy are you paying attention?!' barked Mr Bronson.

Danny came back to the room.

`Ugh, yes, sir. Sorry.' Replied Danny, his voice husky and distracted.

`Then what was I saying just now?' replied Mr Bronson. The whole class
turned to goggle at Danny.

`Something about... super-spermers?'.

`Yes, good. Although the correct term is super-donor, Grundy. Super-donors
are extremely rare, their pheromones can be extremely attractive and
distracting to carriers. Something some of you will become familiar with
over the next few years,' Mr Bronson informed the class. At this moment in
time he was currently in heat. At the mature age of 46 he was used to
suppressing the urge to mate yet discussing this particular subject in
class and smelling the strong smell of a potential donor was testing his
stamina. His donor husband was away on a diplomatic trip to Africa and he
was struggling with the urge to find seed to give him the babies he
craved. It had been a few years since producing his last child and now he
was ready to carry another. Mr Bronson was a strapping, white, muscular and
hairy man. 6'4 in height, handsome and an all-round alpha-male. He
resembled a taller, chunkier Jason Statham with a balding shaved head, but
with a thick, tapered beard. He had overly huge pecs from his days as a
bodybuilder, so much that they bulged through his shirt to create an ample,
furry muscled cleavage visible between the top, open buttons. His waist was
small and shoulder's wide. He proudly displayed a large, beefy bubble butt
that stretched his pants. As he wrote on the blackboard, the students
watched in aww as it jiggled gently with his slight movements.

Josh Smith, the nerdy boy at the front of class was curious to know
more. He raised his hand.

`Sir, I have a question' said Josh.

`Yes, Smith?' Said Mr Bronson.

`What are you? A donor or a carrier?' Josh said as he blushed and giggled,
as did the rest of the class, nervously.

`Good question, Smith, no need to be embarrassed... I am a proud
carrier. Ever since the crisis I have produced 15 offspring for the
government. Most with my husband but a few before with others in my younger
days' said Mr Bronson proudly.

A screwed-up paper ball hit Josh in the back of the head.

`I saw that, Grundy! You can stay behind after class. Detention for you!'
Barked Mr Bronson toward Danny at the back of the class.

Danny groaned in disappointment. At that moment the bell rang loudly around
the school. As students filed out, Danny, the last student, tried to escape
but Bronson held out his arm to stop him.

`Not so fast, Grundy'. Just as Mr Bronson held his arm and came into
contact with Danny, he was distracted by an intoxicating aroma. His head
spun briefly for a moment. His pupils dilated and his anal ring clenched
then opened and started to secrete a lubricating juice that began to
moisten his underwear.

`Ugh, Mr Bronson. Why are you still holding me?' Said Danny.

Mr Bronson gulped, loudly. He composed himself and let go.

`Ugh, sit down, Grundy. We need to have a discussion about your... ah,
behaviour.'

Danny could smell it too. His cock was painfully erect and clearly visible
through his grey uniform trousers. He felt an animalistic urge to pin down
Mr Bronson, even though he towered over him in height and size. Danny took
a seat at Mr Bronson's desk. He stretched his legs apart unconsciously,
displaying his muscular thighs.

Mr Bronson went to the door and closed it, turning the lock on the
door. The waft of sweet pheromones drifted from his dripping hole as he
walked, Danny could see there was a damp patch on the back of his stretched
pants. `He's lubricating!' thought Danny. `Fuck me'. Danny bit lip hard as
Mr Bronson turned.

`Am I in trouble, Sir?'.

`Grundy, were you listening carefully to what I was teaching today?' said
Mr Bronson as he took his chair and sat behind his desk. He brushed his
hand against his own throbbing member through his pants, feeling the heat
rise in his body and his anal ring began to twitch and tingle.

`Ugh, yeh. You were teaching us the birds and the bees'. Danny grinned
coyly.

`That's correct. And... some are fortune enough to be gifted with
super-sperm'.

`Yeh. I got that bit... it's kinda hot sir, don't you think?'. Danny said
and smiled that devilish, dimpled, beautiful grin at his teacher.

`In fact, Grundy, I do.' Bronson hesitated. `Let me ask... Have you been
waking up in hot sweats recently? Wet dreams and so on?' Bronson's voice
shook as he tried to maintain an authoritarian tone yet inside, he was
feeling delicate and nervously excited.

`Oh... Yeah, Sir, how did you know?' Said Danny. He was surprised and
intrigued. It was something he hadn't discussed with his Fathers. He lived
in a relativity conservative household.

`Because, Grundy, I believe you may be a super-donor, or super-spermer as
you put it. I can smell your pheromones and I must admit... this is highly
inappropriate, but... it's intoxicating to a carrier such as me.' Mr
Bronson was restraining himself from ripping off his clothes. He had to
maintain his professionalism, yet he needed to keep Danny in the classroom,
and he knew deep down where this was going. He started to sweat which only
made things worse as his pheromones released through perspiration would
only antagonise a donor more.

`Wow, Sir. I had a feeling I was special but... I've been having dreams. I
need to...' Danny stopped, embarrassed.

`Go on.'

`I need to impregnate everyone. It's like a burning desire... a
rage... I... I even think about you sometimes.' Danny's hand reached down
to his crotch.

`Well, Grundy...' Bronson was sweating now. He gulped and leaned in further
towards Danny. `Maybe we need to take care of that.' He pointed to Danny's
crotch. Bronson lost all care of professionalism. The door was
locked. Lessons were over. He needed to be bred and he was feverish. His
nostrils flared. `Take your cock out and let me take care of you,
Grundy. Be a good boy'.

`Yes, Sir. Come and get it.' The same fever had taken over Danny. He
swiftly removed his shoes, unzipped his trousers pulled them off so that he
was naked from the waist down (apart from a pair of white sports socks). Mr
Bronson moved past the desk and kneeled on the floor in front of the
student. He took Danny's thick, tanned, uncut 8-inch cock into his large
hands. Just before he wrapped his masculine jaw around it, he looked up to
Danny and said lustfully `this is our secret, Grundy.'

`Yes, Sir.' Replied Danny as he started to unbutton his white school
shirt. His six pack and pecs left on show for the carrier in front of him
to admire. Mr Bronson noticed and began to explore Danny's torso with one
hand and stroke his toned muscle as he slurped on his cock.

`Grundy, you're going to be a big boy when you're older. Such a hot, tight
body.' Said Bronson between slurps.

By now, Danny was precumming hard. He gasped as Mr Bronson groaned like a
bitch in heat as he sucked Danny's cock like a desperate whore, sticking
out his tongue and savouring the juices. Bronson's hole dilated and
twitched, dripping clear fluid so much that it was running down his crack
and onto his leg. The smell of sweet yet pungent masculine fluid changed
something within Danny. He felt powerful and drunk with lust. Mr Bronson
was a large man of muscle and pure masculinity and here he was, bobbing up
and down, artfully wrapping his tongue and lips around his bottle-thick
cock. Occasionally Bronson would take the cock deep into his throat and
Danny would roll back his eyes and moan, stroking Mr Bronson's head whilst
learning back in the chair.

`Yes, that's a good boy, Bronson, suck it good.'

The roles had now switched between the two.

`Yes, Sir.' Bronson replied dutifully as he lapped up some sweet pre-cum
from Danny's thick tip.

`Take off your pants and show me that sweet pussy-hole, Bronson'.

Mr Bronson hastened to unfasten his belt and swiftly removed his trousers
whilst keeping his smart shoes on, as well as his blazer and loosely
buttoned shirt. He scooted around so that he could still suck hungrily on
Danny's cock yet present his furry, beefy thighs, huge mounds of man
buttocks and his dripping pussy-hole to Danny. Danny reached for the hole
and stuck his finger around Bronson's ripe and wet ass lips. Unexpectedly,
Bronson ripped a small splutter of wet juice from his hole. This was a
severe symptom of a carrier ready to be bred, pushing out the signal for
any donor to take them and impregnate as soon as possible.

`What the fuck... Oh wow, you really are ready for it, aren't you,
Bronson?! I would never have thought my teacher was such a hungry
carrier. What a slut.' Danny grinned as he stuck two teen fingers in the
older man's twitching pussy. His ass lips had become puffed and engorged,
ready for penetration. The fingers slipped in easily because of the wet
sticky fluid. Danny probed deep then slowly stuck a third finger in, then a
fourth. Mr Bronson groaned lustfully as he bucked into the fingers. Danny
had never done anything like this in his life, but he had seen enough porn
to know that this was a good way to get a carrier horned up. Although a
virgin, it felt natural to be so dominant. He removed his fingers and put
them to his mouth, sucking the pussy juices. This sent Mr Bronson over the
edge.

`Please, sir, give me your babies, knock me up, Danny. Mr Bronson needs
your super-sperm.' Bronson said as he looked up pleadingly, a line of
saliva hung from his mouth and connected to Danny's cock and he gripped the
base. It was alarming that such a respected and large man could at this
moment look like such a pathetic, needy whore. But this is what happened to
carriers in heat whilst around a super-donor.

`Turn around and get on the desk, Bronson. You want my super-load? You can
have it... Wait one minute...' Danny pulled Mr Bronson in for a deep
kiss. It was a good job he had practised with some other school mates
beforehand as Mr Bronson was a skilled kisser and very passionate. Bronson
was still on his knees, although so tall that he was face-to-face with
Danny. His mouth and beard dripped with saliva and cock juice. Their
tongues danced, the older man's strong, square jaw and beard contrasting
with Danny's youthful smooth tanned face. Bronson broke the kiss, got up
and bent over the side of his desk, knocking off a few pencils and office
equipment. No one noticed. Still clothed in everything but his pants, he
gripped his huge, hairy ass cheeks and pulled them apart, looking back
lustfully at the teen ready to plow his hole. His hole was dripping so much
that the sticky clear liquid dripped off his leg and down the side of the
desk, creating a small pool on the floor. Danny had taken off his trousers,
his erect member throbbing and dripping also. He crouched down and stuck
his tongue in Bronson's puffy lips. His tongue went deep, occasionally
Danny would slurp hungrily and suck the juices out. Danny stroked his cock
which seemed to throb and grow bigger than it had ever been. Maybe he was
imagining it, but it had seemed to have grown another inch and was now more
painfully erect than he had ever experienced.

`You want more, Bronson? Ready for my baby-makers?'.

`Yes, sir. Please fuck me. Knock me up. Give it to me, please'.

Danny slapped Mr Bronson's left cheek which left a red mark and made
Bronson's ass cheeks wobble like jelly. Another load of lubrication erupted
from his swollen hole, mostly onto Danny's throbbing cock. He then slapped
the right cheek so much that it left an angry imprint. Bronson was
stretched over the desk, bent at an angle so that Danny could comfortably
rim his hole then line up his cock for penetration. Bronson was a big man,
but luckily the angle and height of the desk allowed for perfect connection
between the short teen's huge penis and the meat-head's dripping hole.

`I'm desperate for your spunk, Danny... haven't carried for over a
year... my husband is always away these days. Need someone to knock me up
and I've managed to... refrain... until now. Let me be your first...'
Bronson was gibbering in his deep bass-tone voice, his lustful pent-up
thoughts were falling out of his mouth. Danny continued to rim deep for a
minute as Bronson moaned in pleasure and wiggled his sizeable
bubble-butt. Danny then stood up and positioned his pulsating cock ready to
fuck the middle-aged stud-slut laid out in front of him.

Danny put the tip of his cock against the twitching anal ring. It was the
most sensitive it had ever been in his life and he was about to impregnate
this bull of a man that was up until now, his respectful elder.

`Ready, Mr Bronson?' Danny didn't need lube or even spit. His cock sunk
into the small pussy-like hole and it felt like heaven. Bronson groaned in
delight.

`Come on son... fuck my man-pussy. Fuck Daddy's hole and knock me up.'

Danny began to pound hard as his cock almost slipped fully out of the
pulsating hole, then all the way back into the hilt. He slapped the
bull-man's quivering buttocks as he fucked hard and fast. Bronson's sticky
lube was creating a squelching noise as the cock drilled in and out, in and
out. Bronson was by now in a daze, moaning like a bitch on heat as the
muscled teen pounded him hard. For the first time in over a year his
nipples began to lactate milk, a regular symptom that happened with
carriers in heat. The milk wet his shirt, but Mr Bronson didn't notice. He
was letting out low, beastly groans.

'Oh... Danny... you're... making me... making me CUM'. The big man's eyes
rolled into the back of his head as his ample 7 incher squirted spunk
underneath his heavy frame and onto some unsuspecting workbooks that were
ready for marking. Danny's cock drilled into the big man's frame over and
over, hitting his sweet spot and sending the older man into spasm.

'You ready for my load, Daddy... How many can a super-spermer knock up,
Bronson?' Danny asked between heavy breaths.

'Fuck... Maybe twins on your first... Ugh... Oh yeh... Triplets
maybe... Quads... Oh fuck, PLEASE knock me up with quads, sir, I need to
carry so bad... so much, Danny... Be my babies Daddy...'.

'Coming up, big slut-man'. Danny moaned as he picked up pace. He had never
felt so powerful in his life. He saw his reflection in the window, he could
see his small muscular frame and hard rod pounding in and out of this
muscular, beast of a man. He was even more turned on than ever from seeing
his reflection. He began to fist-pump his bare, sweaty chest like a
gorilla. His developing muscular pecs and light-brown nipples glistened
with sweat. He pounded and pounded; he could feel his seed build up in his
balls. He was about to explode.

'Take my seed, Bronson, want some quads you slut? Here you go!'.  'Yeah,
fill me up Daddy, breed me, put some babies in me, Sir'. Purred Bronson in
a feminine tone.  Danny shot his potent seed as deep into Mr Bronson as
possible. His toned, smooth legs buckled slightly as he shot load after
load. He let out an animalistic groan as he shot 3 or 4 more times. Bronson
had already orgasmed twice and was lay on the desk in a state of
ecstasy. Danny caught his breath. There was now nothing but the noise of
heavy breathing for a few moments as the two remained connected. Danny
started to pull out after a while, but Mr Bronson reached around to stop
Danny.

'Stop, Grundy. Nice 'n' slow, nice 'n' slow. I want to make sure as much of
that super seed is kept in as possible.' Bronson said quietly.
'Oh... Okay, Mr Bronson.' Replied Danny, almost shyly. Danny slowly pulled
his still hard and pulsating cock from his teacher's puffy hole. It finally
came out with a soft plopping noise and a dribble of Danny's spunk escaped.

'That's a good lad. Now go and grab my briefcase by the door, Grundy,
quick'. Mr Bronson directed Danny again, the roles of dominator and
submissive had switched back. Danny reached for the briefcase, his cock
swinging, dripping juices as it slowly deflated.

'Good, lad.' said Mr Bronson as he lay on the desk, still. He rummaged
around the briefcase and pulled out a rubber, phallic shaped object.

'Wh-what's that, Sir?' said Danny in puzzlement as he slowly searched for
his underwear.

'It's a butt-plug. An old creation for sexual pleasure before the crisis,
but now it's a very useful tool to keep things like your little
baby-swimmers in a big old carrier like me'. Replied Bronson as he reached
back and inserted the object into his anal lips with a sigh. Bronson picked
himself up and moved from the desk.

`Oops, just ruined year three's homework books. God knows what I'll do with
them.' Chuckled Mr Bronson as he pulled on his underwear and
trousers. There were a few moments silence as they both dressed.

`Ugh... Sir. What we just did... it was the best moment of my life.' Danny
flushed red. The shock of what happened began to fade and he felt a sense
of pride that he had just lost his virginity to such a large, beautiful
Daddy.

`Yes, Grundy. It was... fantastic. But do keep this a secret for now,
that's a good lad. Spontaneous couplings between givers and carriers is not
unusual in this day and age but between someone of your age and someone
like me... it may be frowned upon.' Bronson said to Danny with a coy smile.

`But sir, what about when you start, you know, showing'. Replied Danny as
he gestured to Mr Bronson's stomach.

`Well, if this pregnancy produces multiples then it will be forgiven, the
government and schools are keen to replenish our population after the
crisis, I'm sure it will be overlooked.  We'll work something out. Things
aren't like the old days anymore.' Said Mr Bronson, confidently.

`Okay, Mr Bronson.' Said Danny, respectfully. He paused thoughtfully. `Do
you really think I'm a super-donor?'.

`I'm almost 99% sure. I've usually been able to resist a giver's pheromones
in my 15 years of married life - even when I'm in heat. Yours
are... extremely intoxicating.' Mr Bronson became hard at the thought of
mating again but shook off the feeling. `I'll send your parents an email
and they'll take you to the specialist to check,' Bronson saw the fear in
Danny's face. `Don't worry I'll just let them know I expect you're a super
giver.' Said Mr Bronson are he playfully ruffled Danny's hair. He then
began to clean up his desk and clothes. The mess they had made needed to be
removed before the cleaners came in. He dabbed his nipples with some tissue
and then covered his shirt with his blazer.

`A super-donor is very rare, as I've taught you. You'll be revered in our
new world, Grundy. The boys will either want to be you or be bred by
you. The government and the school will allow you many privileges. We need
potent seed, both politically and intrinsically, as the majority of us are
carriers in this new world.' Said Bronson as he gathered his things,
getting ready to leave.

Danny sat on a desk with his jacket and backpack on. He didn't want this
moment to end. His life was changed forever, and he felt a pang of lust and
excitement for Mr Bronson. He didn't want to leave the classroom but knew
he should.

`I can't wait until you start showing, sir'. Said Danny, playfully as he
got up. `I'm gonna get hard every time I see you with a baby bump'. Danny's
balls tingled.

`Me too. It's been too long, Grundy, too long.' Replied Bronson as he
patted his stomach and winked. He unlocked the door and opened it for
Danny. 'Remember, Grundy, our secret for now'.

'Our secret, Mr Bronson'. Whispered Danny as he left the classroom, he
exited down the corridor, walking with a newly developed swagger. Mr
Bronson watched him go with a feeling of lust, guilt and pride.

`What will I tell my husband when he gets home?' thought Bronson.