Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2017 16:17:24 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cornell TX ch. 12 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.... 12 Doug Kelly looked at the clock. 5:45AM. Too early to wake up, but he felt rested. In fact, he'd been feeling younger and more energetic than he'd felt in years. He'd had the baby, his second child, Keith's baby, a couple of months ago and was now feeling back to normal. Or at least what counted as younger in this post-pregnancy state. His pecs were full of milk now and they always felt uncomfortably full, as they often did first thing in the morning. He'd go by the nursing center on the way to work today, and maybe in the meantime, Jake could want his fill.... Doug looked over at Jake Markham, lying in bed next to him. Where he'd been every night last week. Jake's hair was tousled and unkempt, but otherwise he looked angelic and perfect. Ruddy cheeks, broad shoulders he'd inherited from his army officer father, developing chest, lean abs. And that Markham cock. Jake probably wasn't aware, Doug realized, but that dick was growing steadily over the last couple of months. Thicker, rounder and definitely longer. It was hitting deep places inside Doug whenever they mated. But the cock growth paled in comparison to the way the teen's nuts had enlarged, now big and oblong like large lemons. It was obscene but a turnon, too, the realtor thought as his hand reached over and touched the fuzzy nutsac, holding, producing Jake's precious man seed. Jake stirred in his sleep but lay still on his back as Mr. Kelly fondled the breeder's gonads. It was kind of cute even, the way Jake had insisted at staying over at the Kelly's, all the while using all the manners his daddy had taught him. All yes, sir, no sir. He'd been by Doug's side in the hospital, too. Him and Keith. Doug has been worried Keith would be jealous. Or maybe Jake would be the jealous one. But they got along like two peas in a pod. Keith had even thanked Jake for looking after his dad, and the two boys had clasped in a tight bro hug before Keith drove off, back to school. Since then Jake had looked after Doug. "Isn't your father concerned you're spending all time over here?" Mr. Kelly asked. They were undressing and Doug knew they were gonna have sex that night. The first time since his delivery. He was ready now, and from Jake's massive boner he knew the kid was aching to fuck. "I told him I'd be staying here a few weeks at least," the young man said proudly. "Don't worry, Doug, he's cool with it. He knows I want to impregnate you." Doug had blushed when Jake said that. The kid's need to breed was surprising sometimes. "Doc says it might be a week or two before I ovulate. Maybe three." Jake was now crawling on top of him, running his hands along Mr. Kelly's hairy body and smothering him with kisses. They hadn't been able to do it in this position during Mr. K's pregnancy, so Jake relished this missionary face-to-face time with his neighbor. "That's OK, I'm gonna be here and ready for when you do. I wanna make sure I'm the one to knock you up this time." The memories came flooding back to Doug as he stared up now at the sleeping Markham boy, the cock twitching, and from the tip a thick rope of whitish-clear liquid dangled from the tip. This was new, too, the massive amount of precum from Jake's dick, particularly in the morning. Already a heavy pool of natural lube coated his six pack. God, Doug was falling for Jake. In love with the seventeen year old stud. He knew he had no right to. He had no claim on a Breeder, particularly one as potent as Jake. Already, in eight months Jake had fathered forty pregnancies, and probably more they'd yet to hear about. Doug was just going to be another notch in the kid's belt. Another conquest. Even that idea excited him and he leaned forward and licked the exposed cock. The pre-fuck lube was salty and sweet, not bitter like the main ejaculation often was, and Doug lapped at as much of the precious liquid as he could. He wondered how potent this was, or if all the sperm was in Jake's main cum. His tongue now traced along the slick abs before returning to the dripping cockhead and taking that in his mouth. This was the only time Jake would accept a blowjob, first thing in the morning. Otherwise he made sure to pump every load of his inside Doug's bearer ass. But Doug liked giving head to Jake, it gave him a rush of power, of being overpowered. Out cocked. That dick stretching the back of his throat until he changed the angle and felt the hot, hard shaft push into him further. Now he bobbed in deep long strokes, holding the shaft upright and rubbing those furry testicles with his free hand. Jake had aroused awake now, and was rubbing Doug's thinning, close-cropped hair. "Oh, god, sir, that's it. Suck me. Suck me, Doug. You're soooo good at this. I'm gonna... I'm gonna blow. Gonna be a big one sir.... you ready? Oh man, Oh DOUG!" Doug choked and about drowned in the heavy cum. But it felt awesome. What didn't kill him made him feel more alive, more sexual. He latched his mouth onto the spurting penis and was happy he could give this young man the ultimate satisfaction of orgasm. He knew the effect a cum like this had on Jake, too. It made him hornier, if possible, so Doug pulled off and scrambled into a doggie position as Jake crawled in behind him, the spit and cum lubing his cock for a rapid entry. The middle aged man let out an "oof" as he got penetrated. He couldn't tell who fucked harder: morning Jake or evening Jake. The prick started its battering ram imitation while those heavy huge nuts bangs against the inside of Doug's hairy thighs. "You ovulating, Doug?" Jake breathed. "Don't think so, kid." Doug replied through gritted teeth. "Sorry." "Don't apologize, sir," the fucker countered, fingers tracing along the man's bulky back. "I'm gonna be right here when you do. My dick buried in you. Fucking you." He held on tighter to Mr. K's hips. It wasn't gonna take long this morning, not as worked up as Doug's blowjob had gotten him. "My seed waiting for you. It's gonna be so hot impregnating you Doug." "I want to carry your kid. So bad." Doug's dick thwacked against his fit but not flat stomach as he got pounded good. "Yeah?" Jake asked, excited by Doug's willingness. "You want that too, sir?" "Oh yeah, walk around town with another baby bump. Showing off that I have Jake Markham's kid in me. I'd be so fucking proud." Doug knew his words would have a strong effect on Jake, but he was also speaking the truth. "Damn, Mr. Kelly. I love you, sir." It was the first time either man had said the word love and it tripped Doug's wires. The older man fired his morning load into the sheets. Jake was close behind him, seeding his ass with enough semen to last the day. Doug felt Jake's weight collapse onto his back and the teen's mouth kiss his neck. "I meant it, sir," Jake said softly. "I love you." Doug twisted his body, even though it meant dislodging the large, spend cock from his ass. His lips met Jake's and they kissed. "I love you, too, Jake Markham." This was like Doug's dreams come true, and as the two showered and dressed they both were practically whistling in happiness. Jake had brought his clothes over and placed them in one side of Doug's dresser. He'd pulled on just a pair of jeans and T-shirt and sat on the bed as he watched Mr. Kelly get dressed for the office. "Leave your shirt unbuttoned," Jake asked. Doug stopped buttoning up the oxford button down with a questioning look on his face. Then he got it. "Someone wants his breakfast milk?" he asked. His breasts hung full and heavy with their morning production. Jake grinned and approached his lover. Mouth open, attaching to the man's teat. His tongue teased the meaty pap and greedily sucked into this mouth. He'd had to learn the best way to get the milk flowing but he was a pro now. A couple of sucks and the sweet rich liquid filled his mouth. God, milking a dude was such a turnon for Jake. Even though he'd just cum twice his teen cock was a rigid bone, nestled and dripping against his six-pack abs as he feasted on Mr. Kelly's right tit. The sensation of being suckled made Doug hard, too, almost involuntarily. And when Jake shifted to his left tit, surprisingly more sensitive, the feelings were amplified. There was a particularly strong excitement when he'd done this with his son Keith in a true dad-son nursing, but Jake was even more fixated on milk, and his enthusiasm was quickly making this one of Doug's favorite things to do. To lean back, shirt open and let Jake Markham feed from his bosom. Finally, Jake had suckled the tits nearly dry and came off with a lusty look. He stood up and with a few quick tugs his cock was spewing jism all over Doug's post-pregnant body. "Sorry to make a mess, sir," he smirked as he hiked his pants back up. The older man, who was scooping off the fresh seed and feeding it to himself, seemed to have no complaints. *** Marshall Kelly was at the kitchen table when Doug walked in. "Morning, Dad," he said, barely taking his eyes off his phone. "Morning son," Doug greeted grabbing the coffee cup Jake offered him. "So..." Marshall added, in a teasing manner. "Sounds like you guys had fun last night." Doug blushed. This was the part he was uncomfortable with. For all his sexual activity with his son Keith, he and Marshall had a more proper relationship. That said, as an attractive young man, Marshall had had a good number of men coming by, so maybe it was natural the shoe should be on the other foot now. Jake felt no shyness. He stepped behind Doug and massaged the man's shoulders. "You ready to have another baby brother or sister, Marshall?" he asked proudly. Marshall laughed. "Sure. As long as I don't have to call you Dad. Unless you guys get married or something." Doug froze when his son said that, but Jake's hands traveled beneath the neck of his shirt and touched his bare skin. They glided down to his full breasts, cupping them possessively. Jake spoke, "I'd be lucky to have a man like your dad as a husband. Or the father of my child." Doug worried Marshall would be freaked out but his son looked up at them with a kind of happiness but something else. Jealousy? "Wow," Marshall said, "It's been a month since I've gotten laid." He leaned back in his chair, to show off the eight-plus-month belly sticking out. "Dudes don't want to bone you when you're this pregnant." "It was Jake's favorite time," Doug offered, without thinking. "Yeah?" Marshall responded, intrigued. He looked over at Jake. "Oh yeah," the other teen answered. "Your dad was so crazy hot at eight months. I couldn't keep my hands off him." Doug recognized the look in his son's face. Curiosity. Lust. He turned to Jake and met his young lover in a kiss. "It's OK," he said to Markham. "Go ahead." Jake smiled and gave Doug's full pecs one last squeeze before withdrawing his hands and walking over to the table, where he leaned over and met Marshall in a soft kiss. "Wow," the younger Kelly exclaimed. "I forgot how nice that felt." Jake's hands traced Marshall's full pregnant belly lovingly. "Marshall, I know if Keith were here he'd love seeing you like this. All big with his kid. Turned on like mad seeing his baby brother all knocked up." Their lips met again. Marshall felt bad, like he was stealing his Dad's boyfriend, but this felt amazing, Jake's soft tongue, his lips, those hands caressing his stomach. "I'm not Keith," Jake finally said, "But I'd love to fuck your hot pregnant body." His hand tugged at Marshall's T-shirt lifting it up over the swell to show off the pale skin and the firm roundness. Marshall's body shivered when he felt Jake's hand touch him, skin on skin. He could see why his Dad went for the neighbor kid, Jake definitely had skills. "If you want," Jake added, lips touching the other teen's again. "Oh yeah," Marshall said, and felt Jake's hands lift his body to a standing position. They kissed before Jake nudged him toward the hallway, toward Marshall's bedroom. He looked back over his shoulder. "We'll connect later today, Mr. K, OK?" He felt gratified by Doug's smile. Approving and happy for his son. "Unless, that is you wanna watch." Doug thought a half second, torn between his lust and letting Marshall have some alone time with Jake. He then nodded, "Yeah, I'd like that." **** The next day was Saturday and while Jake was spending most of the day in bed with Doug Kelly, his father and brothers were hanging out watching a movie. The three sat on the couch, the twins had long stopped wearing shirts, preferring just to lounge about in just shorts or briefs and letting their now huge pregnant bellies stick out unencumbered. Stan was just as huge, now at 8 and a half months, but on his sturdier dad frame the effect was not as extreme. Still, he, too, decided that he'd go without a shirt. He was tired of stretching all his T-shirts out. It was a normal weekend day, the boys spending time with their dad, bonding moreover as they experienced the body changes of pregnancy in tandem. Stan learned a lot from his sons, learning how to embrace being a Bearer and all that came with it. Today, though, he squirmed in his seat with an unfamiliar sensation. Stan was super horny. It had come in waves over the last eight months, each one stronger, almost as strong as his initial heat when he got knocked up. Maybe worse. The office fucks from General Portis helped, but they also fueled Stan's fire. Knowing Jake was over at the Kelly's house trying to impregnate Doug Kelly had Stan in a real boned state. Aaron looked down and grinned. Even over the swell of Stan's belly, he could make out his dad's erection. Bigger than his own, and definitely in a pent-up state of desire. He wanted to taste it, to swallow his father, so without fanfare he scooted down into a kneeling position and crawled between his dad's legs. "Aaron, buddy, what's up?" Stan gulped nervously, but he had a good idea what was up and he knew he should be putting a stop to it. His son tugging at his shorts and pulling them down, exposing the father's nasty hardon. Stan watched, excited and immobile, unable to do anything but moan as Aaron sank his handsome face over the father's crotch and started swallowing that paternal dick. Daniel was now watching on with rapt attention. He knew how well his twin brother could suck cock. He'd witnessed it, experienced it, and even learned technique from his brother. "Oh god, A, that's hot. Suck Dad." Stan turned and looked at Daniel, whose eyes flitted up from the man's belly and crotch to meet his gaze. "He's pretty good, Dad, huh?" "Oh yeah," Stan gasped, unable to believe this was happening. The erotic situation and Aaron's cocksucking skill were going to have him blow really soon. Danny gave a sly grin and cocked his head a little, meeting his Dad in a hot kiss. As Daniel's tongue entered Stan's mouth, the father gave a choked grunt and unloaded a mega load of sperm into Aaron's hungry mouth. Stan didn't like to cuss around his boys, but as Daniel pulled back the father let out an "Oh fuck!" in exclamation, feeling the pulsing of orgasm still rippling through his body like aftershocks. One thing he would have never guessed is how the pregnancy made cumming that much more intense. It was no longer just a quick release but a plateau of powerful sensation buzzing from his cock through his whole body. And he was still hard, fully hard. "You want a go, Danny?" Aaron asked as he got back up on the couch next to his Dad, trading positions with Daniel. Aaron's kiss was just as fevered and Daniel's blowjob technique was amazing, too. Each boy was different but passionate. Finally, Daniel pulled off and stroked his father's cock admiringly. "I want this in me, sir." His fingers squeezed out the pearly pre-cum. "Will you fuck me, Dad?" He scrambled on all fours, his heavy belly almost touching the floor as he spread his legs for his father. Stan's own gut rested on his son's perfect jock ass as he stuffed his rockhard dick inside the boy. The asshole twitched around the invading shaft, lubricating it with a thick liquid. "Holy christ, son, you're wet as fuck." Stan no longer held back in cursing, particularly feeling the slick tightness of Danny's jock hole. "Yeah," Daniel answered, lifting his head up off from its resting position on the ground. "I've started lubricating naturally." "Doc says it may be the pregnancy," Aaron chipped in, "But Mike Portis has a super wet pussy and he's already delivered." Stan fucked in, harder and a little faster, huffing since his own pregnancy made this exertion harder. "Fuck me!" Daniel cried, his own nut starting to rise inside him, ready to spew out." "God you're a stud, Dad." Aaron encouraged. Then, as he approached Stan and started running his hand appreciatively over his father's nude body, he asked, "Would you mind if Jake fucked us too?" Stan couldn't get words out, he couldn't nod. All he could do is fire his Markham sperm inside his son's tight hole.