Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2017 13:50:11 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cornell TX ch. 10 Cornell, Texas Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) FOR ADULTS ONLY. The following contains depictions of sexual acts between men, including men who are related. If this is inappropriate for your age or offends you, go no further. The story is fiction. In real life, act responsibly. This story indulges in male impregnation (mpreg) fantasy, with a futuristic sci-fi spin. Please consider making a donation to the Nifty Archive to support all the great work they do. Cornell, Texas Bill Drake In the future, 16 years after the Conflict.... 10 It was Jake's 17th birthday. His father had asked him what he wanted and he just said a steak dinner. So the Markhams went out to the nicest steakhouse in town. It was awesome Jake thought, but then again he felt distracted by the cute 20-something waiter, with a sizeable baby bump, who kept making heavy eye contact with him. Lately his libido had spiked through the roof and all the teen could think about was fucking. Nonstop. He was getting hard here sitting at the table with his brothers and father, and it made him embarrassed at how out of control his desires were getting. He'd even had some pervy thoughts about his dad and his twin brothers. Now his eyes were drawn to an older man, mid-50s, hanging out with another, 40-ish man, possibly a business colleague, who was visibly pregnant in his business casual. The men in Cornell tended to belong to one of three groups: military, businessmen, and blue-collar workers. This man was pure businessman with medium-short gray hair in a conservative cut, nice suit, serious but friendly facial expression. Jake had never thought about men this old, older than his Dad, but he was getting turned on by the furtive eye contact between them across the restaurant. Stan watched his youngest son throughout dinner. He didn't exactly know what was going on inside Jake's mind or body, but he remembered being a teen and what it was like to be swimming with hormones. The moodiness, the impetuousness, the distractedness. It tore him up a little to see Jake following every man with his eyes but a part of him was glad that his Daddy's boy was stepping up into manhood on his own. And Stan Markham was proud of the twins, the way they had taken the changes in stride. Better than their father even. "I'm going to the men's room," Jake announced. He knew he couldn't hide his erection, but he knew he had to at least jerk off to get some relief. Stan gulped as he saw the boner poking out the crotch of his son's khakis, but he said nothing. Jake had no sooner stepped up to the urinal when Mr. Business Guy steps up next to him and unzips. "You the birthday boy?" he asked in a jocular voice. Maybe feeling the effects of a scotch or two with dinner. "Yessir," Jake replied. "The big 17." The man got a sly grin and took in a deep breath. He leaned over and peeked at Jake's cock, a nice solid long tool, now firmly erect. "You're a Breeder aren't you?" "Yessir." Jake was nervous, not sure what this man was getting at, but he was also turned on like mad. The guy wouldn't have been eyeing him all through dinner if he wasn't interested would he? Jake got his answer as he watched the businessman crouch down before him. The teen instinctively turned toward the guy and felt a warm wet mouth descend over his aching prick. "God that feels good, sir." Jake was even understating. This man was by far the best cocksucker he'd sampled so far. Talented, hungry dickeater who soon had a deep throat action going on. Jake was about to come when Mr. Businessman stood up, unbuckling his belt. "I got to get that in me," he growled. "Is birthday boy ready to be a daddy?" he laughed. That was what flicked Jake's switch. Enraged with lust, he pinned the bigger man against the wall and initiated a kiss, while his hands gripped the guy's dress shirt, peeling the tails out and running along the hairy body beneath. "Fuck!" the teen groaned as he started pushing down his own jeans, displaying his erect cock. "You're going to look so hot carrying my kid." The man's nostrils flared, clearly receptive to being bred, but as Jake's hands turned him around he stopped. "I don't have any lube, buddy." Jake paused, frustrated as hell. He looked around the bathroom and saw the best thing, a soap dispenser. He pumped some liquid soap out into his hands and foamed it up along his cock. The man was skeptical but turned around his hairy daddy buns exposed for this horny Breeder teen to violate him. "It's been a while, kid," he urged, and thankfully Jake was patient in the penetration, using the work of his hands along the man's body to relax him into the fuck. Finally he was balls deep in the hot tightness of this perfect hole. He kissed the man's shoulder blades as they both sighed in pleasure at full penetration. But the delayed, drawn out fuck meant that he couldn't last long in this tight daddy ass. A few solid pumps into the older man's bowels and Jake was cumming hard, spurting his potent seed in heavy shots inside the man. "You're breeding me aren't you?" Mr. Businessman asked and hurriedly he jerked his prick, spraying the urinal wall with his own semen. The two were a little quiet but happy as they cleaned up and pulled their clothes back on. "Thanks," the older man finally said. "I really needed that." He fished out his wallet and handed Jake a card. "Anytime you get horny, I'd love some more of that treatment. I'm sure my partner would, too." Jake read the card. Michael Marone, CPA, and a telephone number. He felt like a real stud as he stuffed the booty-call card into his wallet and exited the bathroom, walking back to his family. *** When they got back home, Daniel and Aaron went up to their room to play video games, but Stan quietly pulled Jake aside. "Son, you got a moment?" "Um, sure, Dad." They sat in the living room, face to face, and uncharacteristically Stan was the nervous one, his palms sweating and his thumbs fiddling. "So, sport, father to son, man to man, I want to know how things are going with you?" "What do you mean Dad?" Jake had an idea but felt nervous talking with his father about this stuff. "This Breeder business. I know you're going through a lot of changes. Are you all right?" Jake chuckled. He was still feeling his oats from doing Mike Malone in the restroom of the restaurant. "I guess. I mean, I get to fuck guys nonstop, so... Sorry for my French, sir," he stopped himself. Stan had to laugh now. A year ago, he would have upbraided any of his sons for talking like that in front of their father. Only now... "You can speak freely Jake. You're a man now, and I'm not just saying that." "Thank you, sir," Jake said, his posture getting taller as they sat there. He felt awkward having this conversation but proud as fuck his Dad considered him adult now. "I meant what I said the other day. About you becoming the man of the Markham house. At least I need you to look after us." "What do you mean Dad?" Stan leaned in a little, and said more quietly. "I've not told your brothers this, but I'm a Bearer like them. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if eight months from now you have a little brother or sister." "Wow, Dad." Jake breathed. It was still his stern, masculine Army dad but it was also hard not to see him in a different light. The short-cropped light brown hair showing flecks of gray, the weathered face, the pool-green eyes matching Jake's own. No other way to put it, along with the butch military Stan Markham, Jake saw the fuckable Bearing Stan Markham. He felt a lump in his throat at the taboo thought, but it didn't stop his cock from firming up. "Yeah, wow. You OK with that sport?" His son smiled. "You bet, Dad. I dunno, it's just beautiful." That wasn't the response Stan expected. "Beautiful?" "Yessir," Jake said, gaining the confidence to tell his father the truth. "It's like I say to Mr. Kelly. A man, a father, having kids, bearing for his Breeder. It's a beautiful sight." Stan felt a shiver go down his spine. He expected his son to lash out at him or be embarrassed to have a Bearer for a father. Jake was talking almost as if... Stan couldn't even complete his thought it was so unthinkable. "Well, thanks, sport. But with me getting pregnant and, well, your brothers may soon, too, we're gonna need an energetic young man to look after us." He nudged Jake's knee in a playful way, to deflect the tension he felt, and winked. "You bet, Dad," Jake responded cheerfully. "I'll help out extra around the house. You need something, just name it." Stan wondered what he'd done right to have such an awesome kid. Only he was stopped in his tracks as he looked down and saw Jake's jeans tented up with a massive hardon. Like in the restaurant but even fuller, longer, and more rigid. Nasty, erect, Jake was definitely all man down there. Stan gulped. "Um, Jake, I don't know if wanted to have plans tonight, but if you like you can take the car. You know, go on a date or something." Jake blushed. He knew his father had seen his erection and he felt bad. Only he couldn't help it. The last week had been like that, him boning up all the time, without control. He was about to assure his father it was OK, only he remembered Mike Malone, practically giving him an open invitation to come over. Maybe he could bone the man's partner, too. "Yeah, Dad?" he answered, embarrassed his libido was calling the shots. Stan blushed now. Fuck, this was crazy he was in this situation now. Digging into his pocket he fished out his car keys. "Have fun, sport. Only be careful. And I need the car back by 8 tomorrow." Gleefully, Jake took the keys from Stan's hand. "Wow, thanks sir." *** It was only 2 weeks before Mike Portis's C-section date and his pregnancy meant he had a huge round belly that rested on the mattress as his father lifted his left leg and positioned that meaty hard cock at his hole. The General loved shoving into his son's oiled cunt, but he had to take it easy now, easing into his boy. It helped that his other son John had admitted to him that he'd gone through the Changes last night and was probably already pregnant. The first night was a one-on-one session with John, but tonight he had both his boys in the king-sized bed, taking turns leaving his seed deep inside their asses. It was Mike's second fuck that night and damnit he was just as tight as the first one. "Ugh, Dad," he grunted. "fuck me, sir." "Christ, boy, you're getting big." General Portis's hands were running all along Mike's big belly, massaging the firmness. The body contact made Mike lean his head back against his dad's as he got fucked. "Dad, am I gonna get that big?" John asked. Just a second-stringer on the football team, his body lacked the musculature that his big brother's did, but he'd gone through his growth spurt and now the Changes and was just an inch shorter than Mike. The father looked over Mike's shoulder at his youngest, not sure if John was jealous or apprehensive. "Is that what you want son?" John nodded excitedly. "Oh yeah." He'd gone from being depressed about his body's changes to excited to be a Bearer. He wanted to be the best Bearer in town, and he hoped his Dad wouldn't jealously keep other men from fucking him the way he did with Mike. He loved his father and loved the way the man's powerful dick felt lodged inside him. Dad could fuck better than any man, John was sure, but he also craved to be desired. Portis grinned. He was upset he'd not been the one to father John's first child. And he knew that his youngest son had a free spirit Mike lacked. But he also knew John's second child was going to be an incest baby. He'd ground the boy if that's what it took. One advantage of the slow gentle fuck the general was throwing Mike is that his son's libido responded better to that pace. Pretty quickly he was working up to another orgasm. "Oh, Dad... I'm gonna... gonna... Oh Fuck!" General Portis grinned, thinking his son was ejaculating. Only John got a shocked look on his face. "Dad! Mike's leaking. His tits!" Whitish fluid was dripping out of Mike's swollen aureoles, first in dribbles then in a few heavy spurts of Mike Portis's first milk. The general's hands reached up to Mike's full pecs, where he could still feel the hard teen muscle. For some reason the younger bearers didn't develop breasts as large as older bearers. Still, the father was impressed with the flow of milk that came out as he squeezed the teen teat in his deft fingers. "Can I taste it Dad?" John's voice was excited and eager. He couldn't wait until he started producing milk. "Go for it, kiddo," he growled feeling his orgasm seconds off. Offering up one of the pecs for John. The minute his brother latched his lips around his milking nip, Mike went into another orgasm, centered in his cock instead of his tits. Fresh sperm painted the underside of his big swollen belly as his teen body heaved in intense pleasure. *** Jake got the two big pieces of news the same week. The first came after school Monday. He could tell something was on Mr. Freeman's mind, since the man had given him surreptitious glances throughout class. The man was looking really fine in his button-down shirt, and once again the chest of the shirt fabric was stretched over Mr. F's meaty tits and getting damp at the points. Jake sadly knew there would be a time when the man would stop lactating. On a hunch the teen came back after sixth period. "Come in, Jake," Freeman said, looking up from his desk. Jake shut the door and walked over and behind him, massaging his shoulders and starting to undo his shirt buttons. "You look real good today, sir," he said, running his hands underneath Mr. Freeman's shirt and feeling the big hairy chest combining hard muscle and jiggling milk glands. Unbelievable those man tits felt bigger round. "How are these puppies doing today?" "Feeling pretty full, Markham," Steve sighed leaning back into Jake's embrace before stopping himself. "Only, there's something we need to talk about first." "I know, Steve," he said, now taking the liberty of calling his teacher by his first name. "We can't do this, it's not right, I'm your student, I'm too young," he said in a teasing way, repeating all the half-excuses the man had muttered before. "No, Jake," Steve laughed, pulling the teen's insistent hand off his milky breast. It was a hard act, because his chest craved the fleshy contact. "No, I got some news. Sit down." Jake wasn't sure what was going on, but he pulled up a chair and leaned forward expectantly. "I got tested yesterday and, Jake, I'm pregnant." "Wow, that's great news, Steve," he said, happy to hear. "You know who the father is?" Steve nodded. "That's what I'm trying to tell you. You're the daddy, Jake." The student didn't quite comprehend. "But I hadn't undergone the changes yet when we did it." Mr. Freeman shrugged. "Well you must be a natural Breeder, kid, cause you knocked me up good." Jake broke into a big smile and leaned forward and kissed his teacher, passionately. The two men wrapped their arms around each other and made out, communicating their love for one another. "Jeez, I'm so happy, Steve," he beamed. "Damn, I'm a daddy." "Your first kid I take it." "Yessir. Fuck, Dad's gonna be so happy. You gotta come over, Steve, so we can tell him the news." Mr. Freeman nodded. He wasn't sure how Jake would take the news and now the excitement was infectious. He was happy as fuck to be bearing Jake Markham's baby. *** Stan Markham was surprised to see a thirty-something man in his living room when he got home. Jake was sitting next to the man, holding hands and grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Dad, this is Mr. Freeman, my History teacher." Steve stood up with a formal demeanor and offered his hand in a firm shake. "Steve Freeman, glad to meet you, sir." "Stan Markham," the military man responded with an equally firm shake. "Dad we couldn't wait," Jake said putting his arm around his teacher's shoulder. "Steve... Mr. Freeman's gonna have my baby. The next Markham." Stan smiled. "Serious?" "Yessir," Steve answered. "Well, I'll be..." Stan exclaimed and embraced the teacher and his boy in succession. Turning to Jake he said, "You sure do work fast, kiddo." Jake grinned slyly. "Actually, it was the week we first moved here. Before my changes. I guess I was potent then too." "I got a feeling your boy's gonna be knocking up a lot more men, Mr. Markham," Steve said, feeling the glow of pregnancy. "He's a natural." Stan felt prouder than ever. "You're staying for dinner? I want to celebrate the news, tell Daniel and Aaron, too." "Sure," Steve said. "Dad, OK, if I show Mr. Freeman up to my room, you know, start the celebration early?" Jake said. Stan blushed. He wasn't sure he was used to the new sexually confident side of his 17 year old son. But it was this top nature that had led to the first new Markham child, so he couldn't say no. "Have at it, fellas," he said. "I'll make dinner." *** Steve and Jake made out on Jake's bed, slowly stripping each other's clothes off. "How's my baby daddy doing?" Mr. Freeman said, feeling Jake's firm hand squeeze his man-breast. "Pretty awesome, Steve," the teen said, thrusting his hard crotch into his pregnant lover's. "My only regret is the first time we couldn't take our time, do it right." "You did it pretty right, Markham. You put a baby in me." He leaned up and kissed Jake passionately, getting off on the subtle way his student would take control. Jake broke the kiss at last and squeezed Mr. Freeman's chest again. "These puppies gonna swell up even more now? Produce enough milk for my baby?" "You know it, stud. Gotta nurse that young Markham to make sure he or she is good and strong." "Fuck!" Jake growled, turned on so much now. He reached down and fumbled with Freeman's belt. "Don't worry Jake," Steve egged him on. "I'll have enough daddy milk to feed ya for the next nine months." As Jake pulled down Steve's pants he lunged forward with a kiss, more possessive than loving now. "Gotta fuck you Steve," he growled. "Keep you good and bred. Keep you full of my daddy seed." "Aw yeah, kid. Hung potent Breeder stud." Jake was getting more turned on as he unzipped and reached over for some lube. Steve grunted as he got stuck with teen Breeder cock once more, commemorating their first, conceiving fuck. Jake fucked hard now and the bed started to squeak. "You putting on a show for your Dad downstairs, Jake? Gonna show him how you knocked your teacher up?" "Damnit, Steve." Jake was mad that his teacher brought his father into this, but also turned on, too. He fucked at an even more furious pace. Mr. Freeman picked up on this. "Maybe we should call him up here. Let him see in person what a real breed session looks like. See what a stud breeder his boy is." Jake was getting close now. He bit his lip and then at the top of his voice yelled, "Fuck! I'm cumming! Jesus!" *** Stan had to lean his head against the counter. He could hear the coupling upstairs and the telltale signs of his son's orgasm. He wanted to drown it out. Or go upstairs on knock on the door and tell Jake to be quiet. Instead, he stood there and heard his Breeder son make love to the man who was going to carry his first child. If love was the right word. Life was sure different in Cornell, TX. *** The second news of the week came Friday, when Jake passed John Portis in the hall. The sophomore had been friendlier but still kept his distance. Jake gave a little nod of recognition and noticed that John had an odd look on his face. As they got close, John stuffed a wad of paper into Jake's hand, but kept walking. The bell for class was ringing as Jake sat in his desk chair and opened up the note. "I'm pregnant. Meet me after school?" Jake grinned. So Portis was gonna be the one to bear his first baby after all. He could barely concentrate all through econ class, since he was thrilled by the prospect of dual fatherhood. He caught Mr. Carson sneaking glances at his throbbing hardon during class, and if it were any other day, he'd think of staying late and making the moves on the hunky teacher. When sixth period was over and Jake found John Portis standing outside the school entrance, he was excited and gave John a big hug. "Dude, that's incredible," he said, as John's anxious look melted. "You're not pissed off?" "You kidding? You're bearing my baby, of course I'm thrilled." "I've heard there are some Breeders who don't like the responsibility." Jake had never thought of it like that, as a responsibility. But he thought back to the hundreds of lectures Dad had given him and his brothers about what manhood meant, about living up to the Markham name, and he realized he was ready for any responsibility that would come his way. He might be 17 but he was ready, all right. "Screw those guys," Jake said and met John in an affectionate kiss, right in front of the other students. John wrapped his arms around Jake, sorry he'd brushed off the guy so much the last month. He was lucky to have Jake Markham as a baby daddy. "God, I want to fuck you right now, Portis," Jake growled in the sophomore's ear. "Here?" John asked, shocked. "No. Yes. I mean, follow me," Jake urged and took John by the hand guiding him down the emptying halls and toward Freeman's classroom. "Steve," he announced as they entered the room. "OK, if John and I use your room for a minute? I just found out he's gonna have my baby." Freeman grinned. "You dog, another?" Jake smiled. "Twice in one week. It's been the best week ever." "I guess you're wanting to consummate the news, huh?" Jake ran his hand affectionately along the back of John's head. "God yeah. Like I did with you." John looked shocked at the teacher and then back over at Jake's. "He's gonna?" "Yeah, you're not the only one Portis," Jake grinned, unsnapping his jeans and kicking off his shoes. Steve stood up. "Want me to leave you guys alone?" "Whatever you want, Steve," Jake said. "You can stay and watch if you want." Mr. Freeman pulled up a chair and unbuttoned his shirt so he could caress his sensitive tits while he watched the young students screw. There was something so beautiful about watching Jake Markham fuck.