Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2018 20:17:35 -0400 From: Broman de Fauvel Subject: Fort Seed 1: Pops FORT SEED // 1 Pops John Senior went by Pops. It's what his sons Johnny and Trevor called him, and in their small farm town, the name just stuck. Pops was a big man, topping six feet, and always had muscles from years of working on the farm. The same pelt of dark brown fur had covered his chest, stomach, legs, and cock since high school. He'd always been proud of his manliness and rugged athleticism, but he never really thought much about it. He was too busy working and raising two sons. That changed the day he went into town to meet his new farmhand Rich. Rich was waiting outside the train station with a camo duffel across his back and wearing a white V-neck that rode tight in the chest and around his biceps. He smiled and extended a handshake. He was big, bigger than Pops expected, with an air of confidence that made Pops feel a twinge of competition for the first time since playing ball for State. His chest hair twirled out from his t-shirt, and his thighs held up the large mound of meat in his work trousers. Pops didn't normally notice these things, but Rich had a way of taking up space, and he sure was friendly. About three miles down the dirt road back to the farm, Rich interrupted the comfortable silence to ask if they could pull over so he could take a piss. Pops had to go himself, so he parked his pickup on the shoulder and stepped out toward the hood. Facing the open road ahead of them, Pops unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and hauled out his pisser, a fat tube of meat with its usual mess of precum shining at the slit, ready to urinate. He hauled his balls out too, for good measure. So the sweaty tanks could get some air while he sprayed a healthy stream. He balked, though, when he felt Rich come up beside him, his back to the hood of the truck. Rich unzipped his trousers to unleash a swinging cock like Pops had only seen on his old porn tapes. It was large, veiny, and filled the air with musk and a hint of chlorine. Rich could sense Pops' discomfort, so he tried to make small talk. "I'm excited to see your spread," Rich said while pinching the head of his cock and shooting a powerful, golden stream onto the dirt. Pops' stream arched immediately, his cock plumping a little from the competition. He was big himself, not as long as Rich but with a healthy beer can shape to it. "It's been in the family for generations," Pops said. They stood pissing casually, their eyes gazing at each other's equipment. "Nice babymaker there, big guy," Rich said. Pops was a little surprised. He'd never talked about a stranger's dick before. He raised his sons to be proud of their manhood, and he certainly didn't shy away from swinging his meat in the locker room, but this was new to him, being so candid with a man he'd only just met. Rich flashed a toothy smile and said, "Just a compliment, big guy. You should be proud." Pops looked down. His heavy cock grew even veinier. "Thanks, pal. You too," Pops said, his stream slowing just a little, the piss arching closer to his feet. The attention to his manhood plumped him up, though, and he found himself planting his feet wider in a manly position, feeling the need to perform for his new employee, the man he was bringing home to his sons as another example size, hard work, and masculinity. He gripped his beer-can cock at the hairy base, cleared his throat, flexed his cock muscle, and watched his piss jet past Rich's stream farther than he thought possible, showing off for Rich. "There ya go, big guy," Rich encouraged, imitating Pops' stance but letting his hands hang at his sides, flexing his now semi-hard piece and watching the piss spray erratically as his shaft bobbed in the air. "Feels so good to get big and boned up out in the open, don't it?" "Sure does," Pops said. Taking a cue from Rich, he planted his fists on his hips and just watched his dad cock, allowing himself to be amazed at what it could do, the power behind it, the masculinity of it, the stink that emanated from his hairy crotch. "Bet that fucker gets you in trouble," Pops said, nodding at Rich's still-spraying hose. The two of them must have been holding back for hours, and now they were just enjoying the feel of the piss, the widening of their cocks, the friendly competition of seeing who could shoot farther, heavier, louder. Rich chuckled at the comment. He exerted his cock muscle to stop his piss, then reached down and groped his big cum tanks, each the size of large chicken eggs. "You better believe it, Johnny." "Johnny's my son. Please, call me Pops." "Sure thing, big guy," Rich said, letting his piss go again, this time the stream landing farther than Pops. Rich squeezed his nuts and puffed his hairy chest out with pride. "Yeah, this big fucker used to get me in real trouble back home. Finally had to hit the road." "What happened?" Pops' stream slowed as he neared the end of his piss load. Rich's did too, and now they were pumping out the last few jets, watching each other blast onto dirt and gravel. "Well," Rich began, throwing his arm over Pops' shoulders like they were old buddies who'd been pissing, showering, and fucking cheerleaders together for years, "I kinda had a reputation. It got around that I haul around some pretty serious equipment. Chicks started begging for it between classes, after practice, at parties. Got to be that I couldn't go anywhere, not even the gas station, without some girl begging for a fuck." "Must've been a lot of fun," Pops said. "Fuck yeah. At first. But I don't sheath this fucker," Rich said, his one arm still hanging over Pops' broad shoulders, gripping his now fully erect breeder cock with his other fist. "Girls started coming to me saying I'd knocked 'em up." "Shit." Pops was gripping his own cock now, enjoying the feel of being erect in the afternoon air and the thought of Rich spreading his fertility around town. "Shit is right. Now, Pops, I'm not one to deny someone my DNA. But she's gotta be willing, and she's gotta be ready to raise 'em right, otherwise what's the point? Fuck, big guy, got me leaking heavy." Pops looked down at Rich's meat and saw one continuous strand of precum starting at his engorged head and dripping all the way to the ground. "Damn, bud," he said, "you are one fertile fucker." "From the look of your manhood, Pops, I'd say you're pretty fucking fertile yourself. Your sons must be proud. Carrying those genes in their own balls." "They are, and I'm proud of them. They've grown into big men, following in their father's footsteps." "As it should be," Rich said. "Anyway, none of these girls were ready, so they all had their pregnancies taken care of." "Jeez, Rich, how many were there?" "Honestly?" Rich thought for a minute, stroking his cock with both hands now, the head sticking out past his fists. "Six." "Fuck." "I know, right? But this fucker slings serious nut, and I had to put it somewhere, ya know?" "Jerking off just isn't the same," he agreed, matching Rich stroke for stroke. "Helps relieve some of that sperm weight, but it just doesn't come close to planting your seed. I'll bring you to the whore house some time. Gotta hit that place up myself at least once a week to empty these fuckers." To make his point, Pops took his big nuts in his hands to emphasize their size and weight for his new pal. "I'd love to, big guy. Nothing like dropping off a load, leaving relieved. But I'll let you in on another secret." "What's that?" "You can't knock up a dude." Pop laughed. "Of course you can't." Rich smirked. "I was getting drunk with one of my buddies after practice one night, and fuck was I backed up. Hadn't shot seed in probably a week, and I'd gotten used to inseminating on a nightly basis." Pops couldn't help but being impressed by his new hire. Rich was all stud, proud and always on the verge of seeding. It brought out the beast in himself. The manhood radiating from between Rich's legs sent signals to Pops' own equipment. He'd lost his hang-ups and now he just enjoyed the feeling of being free with another man, fueling each other's masculinity, priming each other's seed production. Even still, he'd never thought about fucking another man, and Rich had him a little intrigued. If a bull like Rich could fill another man up with cum, then maybe there was something to it, something primal, communal, and manly. "My buddy and I were chilling in my basement," Rich explained, "still sweating from practice, and all I had on were my running shorts and jock strap. Bud kept staring at my bulge with this hungry look in his eyes, and I finally called him out on it. Fuck." Rich watched a spurt of precum fly out of his piss slit and land on the drying puddle of piss. "Bud tells me he doesn't know how I keep my big fucker strapped down like that. I tell him I'm starting to feel cramped, seeing as I was carrying more sperm than I was used to. So I just stood up and dropped trou, unleashing this big fucker." Rich squirted out some more precum for effect. "I didn't think much of it," he continued, "just needed to let my meat swing, ya know? Needed to be big and proud. Thought we'd just keep drinking and I might leak a little and unload after he left. But then he starts telling me that he can tell how full up I am, and that he can help me. He's heard about all the pregnancies, and he knows I'm trying to be careful where I plant my seed. Fucker tells me that if I like pussy, then I'll love a man's ass. They're so much tighter, and they've got that muscle they can use to really milk the cum outta your balls. There's no need to worry about knocking 'em up, but he tells me there are other ways a man's cum can be put to use. Starts telling me how impressed he is, watching me on the field, and that if I start depositing some of my DNA inside him, some of that might rub off on him." By now Rich and Pops have stopped comparing cocks. They're now stroking openly in front of each other, feeling the power of manhood in their fists, staring into each other's eyes and thrilling at the thought of how big and potent they are. "You're a fellow breeder, Pops, so you know what it's like to have someone ask for your cum." "Sure do. No other feeling like it." "So you know how hard it is to turn someone down who really needs your manly seed. And the thought of finally getting off after a week had me fully boned, just like I am right now." Rich released his cock from his hands and let his manhood stand proud in the air, shiny and slicked with Rich's excessive flow of precum. "Bud crawled on his knees over to where I was sitting drinking my beer, looks up at me, and asks, 'May I?' I told him to go to town. Before I know it, fucker had half my hog in his mouth, drinking all the fluid I was making. I was on the edge and needed to nut bad, but I could tell he was hungry for my testosterone flow, so I drank a couple beers while he serviced me. Pops, I tell ya what. No woman has ever come close to the worship and gratitude for cock that you get from another dude." "This is the most I've done with another man," Pops said. "You're a natural. That babymaker you're packing is impressive. You've gotta let that fucker out more often. Let him pump his juice out, ya know?" Pops took in Rich's admiration and looked down to his dad cock, once again basking in the pride of being a man in front of another man, being hairy and hard and on the verge of spurting seed all over the piss-soaked ground. "Getting ready to shoot some ropes, Pops?" "I can feel my thick seed inching up my shaft, yeah." "You make thick cum?" Rich asked. "I do," Pops bragged. "White, potent, powerful. Takes a strong cock muscle to pump it out." Pops flexes his cock for effect, and some precum sprays out, clear manly syrup mixed with a little white. "Looks like your sperm's starting to overflow outta those big balls. Gonna have to unload soon, big guy." "So what happened with you and your buddy?" Rich smiled, pleased. "Well, like I said, fed him prejizz for a while, just kicking back and enjoying having my cock taken care of. Finally started feeling those pumps at the base of my cock. You know the ones. I was gonna drown him in bull nut, but I wanted to see if a man's hole was as good as he'd been saying. Figured there's no better time than the present. So I pulled him to his feet, turned him around, aimed my head at his tight, pink hole, and slid my sticky rod up inside him in one steady thrust. Bud gasped, and Pops, I didn't blame him. I'm big, and I'm pretty fat, and there must be something special about being impaled by another man, the feeling of having a large part of you occupied by a man's hairy cock. So I started thrusting," Rich said, imitating the motion by fucking his fists, one stacked atop the other, "really long-dicking him, and I tell you, my precum was everywhere. All over my bush, running out his hole and dripping down his thighs, and fuck if it wasn't the greatest feeling in the world, watching my big bull cock stretching him out, feeling that grip he'd told me about. I was already on the edge after maybe an hour of cock worship. I was going to blast, and my buddy knew it. Started begging me for my giant, fertile load. He could feel how much I was packing from my heavy sack slapping his ass. So I reared back, gripped his hips, and just let 'er rip. I'm talking seed of epic proportions, big guy, the kind that not many men are capable of." "I know the feeling." "I know you do, Pops. Wanna show me what kind of load you're packing?" Rich asked, picking up the pace on his own cock. "It'd make me proud to show you my big ropes, bud. You wanna see 'em? Wanna see what my nuts are capable of?" "Yeah, big guy. Show me what you used to produce your sons. Show me your daddy milk. Let's see your babymakers, Pops." Facing the road ahead, Rich and Pops thrust their hips forward, and felt their mutual manhood on the verge of releasing heavy, pent-up cum. Though they took turns glancing at what the other was doing, they sort of entered their own worlds, focusing on the intense power thriving between their legs, the sound of balls slapping fists, the sight of precum flinging in all directions, catching sunlight. Finally, Rich cleared his throat and started a deep, animalistic growl. "Gotta shoot, big guy. Gotta show off my nut. Want you to see what I breed with." "Let's do it, bud." And that was it. Both men roared, feet planted shoulder-width apart, balls pulling up in their big sacks, and then, from the fat slits of their hairy bull cocks, came a display of thick, white seed that only ever happens when two alpha breeders get together to show off their fertility for each other, the primal competition of being the bigger shooter. The sound of heavy nut landing on dirt. It just kept cumming, two fertile fuckers showing off for each other and for all of nature what it was like to make so much sperm. Soon, Rich's ropes started to slow, but to his surprise, Pops caught his second wind, kept stroking, and released another round of his dad seed. Rich had said he wanted to know what he used to knock up his ex-wife, and Pops really wanted to show him. Rich had never seen anyone cum more than himself, and here was Pops, a true beast, his sperm ropes continuing. Pops could feel Rich's eyes on his load. He squeezed his tanks and got a few more strands out before finally finishing his cum. He turned to watch his new farmhand's jaw drop. "Pops," he said, "I've never seen anything like that." "You wanted to see what I can do, didn't you?" Pops said with a grin, flinging the last drops of sperm into the dirt. "Now let's get home. Johnny is gonna be waiting for us." Rich stuffed his fat tube of spent, slicked manhood back into his trousers and spat into the dirt. "I'm excited to meet him." TO BE CONTINUED Let me know how you enjoyed this story at bromandefauvel@gmail.com. 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