Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2017 21:49:56 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cornell TX 13 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.... 13 Jake looked over at his father in the passenger seat as he drove the car to the hospital. Casually he reached down and adjusted the hardon in his jeans. He knew he shouldn't be lusting after his dad, not at a time as important as this, but his father looked even hotter at eight and a half months, the bloated but firm gut sticking out and stretching the casual golf shirt that was now Stan's go to paternity wear. The middle-aged Markham man was even filling out a little in his tits and fleshy nubs poked out against the fabric. Stan noticed his son's erection and had to chuckle inwardly with how insane his boy's libido had become over the last few months. He'd eyed his boy with increasing appreciation, too, but for now the labor pains were keeping the lust in check. Instead, he had a more removed appreciation of his son's manliness. Jake's brothers had showed him the ropes in lifting weights and Jake's young body was really responding with trim but bulging lithe muscle. And while Stan had not seen his boy nude, he could tell that his son's Breeder cock was growing by the month. No wonder he'd fathered so many kids. And it had been a busy couple of weeks for Jake. First Mr. Freeman bearing a baby girl. Older men tended to bring their babies to term a little more quickly, Jake was learning. It was the tradition that children took the Breeder's last name but the Bearers often chose the first. So Sophia Carlyn Markham was Jake's first child and Stan's first grandchild. Both men were beside Mr. Freeman's bedside, sharing in the joy. A few days later, John Portis went into labor, and Jake found himself back at the paternity ward, squeezing John's hand gratefully for the beautiful baby girl he'd delivered. Carolyn Anne Markham. He and the General shared a cigar out in front of the hospital. "You're a real stand up guy, Jake Markham," the General said clasping his hand on the teen's shoulder in affection. Jake was starting to think his sperm was good only for making female offspring, but Dr. Aster gave birth to twin boys, the product of Jake's first post-Change insemination. All of the intense emotions of fatherhood were swirling around in Jake's head as he'd gotten his Dad's bag packed in the middle of the night and drove him to the hospital. "I'm going to give Matt Adams a fucking talking to," he said, a little pissed off that Stan's baby father couldn't be bothered to show up. Stan sighed. He wasn't sure if he liked Jake in his angry mode, but his son's protective urge was flattering. "I guess not all Breeders show up for the delivery." "This Breeder does," Jake declared. "A man does me the honor of bearing a child for me, I'm going to be there for him. No matter how fucking busy I am." Stan's impulse was to lecture Jake for cursing like this, but he was starting to get used to the new Jake. "Well, thanks, son for looking after me." Jake looked over at Stan fondly. "You kidding Dad? This is one of the happiest days of my life." Stan choked with emotion. He was a little scared but Jake had assured him the C-section would go just fine. "Just be sure you look after your brothers. They should be due soon." Jake patted the phone in his shirt pocket. "They got my number Dad. And I'm having Mr. K drop in to check on them, too." Stan smiled, prouder than ever of his boy. They pulled into the hospital parking lot. Hurriedly, Jake hoisted the duffel bag of Dad's clothes over his shoulder and went over to help Stan out of the car. With Dr. Aster on paternity leave, Dr. Campbell greeted the Markhams. "Well, young Mr. Markham, good to see you again," he winked shaking Jake's hand for the fourth time that week, then his father's. He went over the delivery process and soon nurses took Stan away to change and get ready. Jake paced and paced. He called Danny to check in and update the twins. All quiet on the home front. He dozed briefly in a chair, then fixed himself some coffee from the vending machine. He went out for some fresh air. He paced some more. Finally, Dr. Campbell walked in, all smiles. "Well, Mr. Markham, you have a new healthy baby brother. Want to see him?" Jake nodded excitedly and followed the doctor to the viewing area where he saw his dad's newborn. Mitchell Jacob Adams. The father's last name but definitely he had the Markham fighting spirit, Jake decided. The joy on his father's face when Jake saw him was amazing. Happy, content. "Dad, this is so awesome," Jake said. And leaned down and gave his dad a quick peck on the lips. He just felt so much affection for his old man then and there. "I got a little brother." "Ha," Stan said, "you're no longer the youngest, huh, Sport?" "You tired?" "Yeah," Stan admitted, but I feel good. Relieved it all went well." Just then Jake's phone buzzed. He whipped it out. "Yeah?" It was Aaron. "Jake, you need to come get us. Both of us." "Got it!" Jake replied. "Be right there." He hung up. "Gotta go, Dad. Danny and A are going into labor." Stan nodded. "Go look after the boys, Jake. Keep me updated." *** There was no time to pack any bags. Daniel and Aaron were waiting outside, holding their bellies as the contractions were kicking in. The motor was running as Jake swerved the car in the driveway, threw it in park and got out to help them in the passenger seats. "Sorry Jake," Daniel said. "Mr. Kelly was out or we would have just had him drive us." "Nonsense," Jake said, "this is the least I can do for my favorite brothers." "We're your only brothers, doofus," Aaron piped in. "Not any more. Dad just had a baby boy. Mitchell Adams." "Wow!" Daniel said. "Cool." "He doing OK?" Aaron asked. "He's doing great." Jake said, driving the now familiar route to the hospital. "He just needs to rest up." *** The twins' deliveries went without a hitch and Jake now had a sister and another baby brother. Jessica Grant and Kevin Portis. Daniel and A were now resting up in the paternity ward, and Jake's lack of sleep was catching up. He checked his phone for the time. He could step away from a few hours, he decided. Go home, shower, take a nap, and pack up overnight bags for his brothers. When he got home the hot shower felt amazing. His prick swelled as he soaped it up. It had been neglected over the last 36 hours. Maybe he'd have to add a nice stroke section to the agenda before napping. He toweled off and just as he was ready to step out of the bathroom the doorbell rang. Was something wrong? Jake worried. He hurriedly wrapped a towel around his waist and went to answer the door. It was Doug Kelly, standing there wearing only some loose shorts. Bare chested he looked magnificent, his slightly hairy chest showing some extra fullness in the milk-bearing pecs, otherwise he'd slimmed down from his pregnancy. His taut belly giving him a major DILF look. "Thank god you're home," he greeted Jake and pounced, attacking the teen with a full-mouthed kiss. Jake's response was automatic, wrapping his arms possessively around his middle-aged lover and pulling him inside. "Fuck, you're just what I need," Jake muttered, undoing Doug's shorts and letting them fall. The man's prick was hard and leaking but Jake's attention was onto the meaty daddy rump, hairy and firm in his hands. "Jake..." Doug growled. "I'm in heat." "I'll say," Jake said with a grin. "Daddy wants dick, huh?" "Yeah," Doug said, "but what I'm trying to say is I'm fertile. Right now. I can tell." The idea was like adrenaline shot straight into Jake's veins. His eyes widened in excitement. "Yeah? For real?" "Yeah." Mr. Kelly couldn't stop smiling. "You gonna put a baby in me, Jake Markham." Jake's kiss was harder than any he'd given. Loving, impetuous. He'd had a fantasy in his mind and knew immediately when he wanted to do. He grabbed Doug's hand and guided him down the hall to the master bedroom. His father's bedroom. Doug was turned on by the idea too but mostly he craved Jake's manhandling touch. The young teen threw the man down on his dad's bed and crawled on his nude body, wasting no time in spreading the man's legs and positioning his cock right in place. Thankfully Jake was leaking a lot and Doug's hole had started self-lubricating because the young man shoved in one brutal stroke. Doug welcomed it, like he'd never craved Jake's cock before. He wrapped his arms around his young lover and enjoyed the rough rapid penetration. The sex had always been loving between them. This was primal, more primal than either had anticipated this moment being. Jake tried to speak, to say the nasty thoughts of impregnation that were on his mind. Doug tried to communicate his need verbally. Instead, they just grunted as they mated hard and fast. Overcome with emotion of making a child together and the lust of the situation. "Ungh!" Jake cried as he seeded Doug's womb. The idea make Mr. Kelly spurt between them. The two kissed lovingly now, coming down from the intense need, but still fucking. Going for round two. Speaking about their desires now, their mutual happiness. "I love you, sir," Jake said, sawing his stiff Breeder cock in and out of the now wet hole. "Fuck... you're going to have my kid. For real." "I'm so happy, Jake. You make me a happy man." Jake flipped him over and fucked him doggy. Then on the man's side. He'd unloaded four times by the time they unpaired. There was no doubt now that Doug Kelly was pregnant. "I'll let you get your rest," Doug finally said. "I should get back to work anyway." "I need to get back to the hospital, actually," Jake said, propping up on the bed pillow and putting his arms behind his head in satisfaction as he watched his neighbor and lover get dressed. "Daniel and Aaron still need some clothes and stuff for a few days. I wanna check on Dad, too." "All right," Doug said, pleased to see Jake being so thoughtful in looking after his family. Intuitively he knew his next child would be well cared for. "I'll be home this evening. Let me know if you need me to do anything." "Just take it easy and let that egg fertilize," Jake said lewdly. "I'm pretty sure that happened two hours ago, Jake," Doug said, leaning down for a goodbye kiss. "See you soon." *** Jake got dressed, and fixed a sandwich before packing up some overnight bags for his brothers. He had a couple of hours, he figured, and set about with one more task. It was a risky one, but he'd explain things to Dad when he got back in a few days. With a methodical plan of attack, Jake took out the clothes from his dresser and closet and took them down to his Dad's room. Then he removed Dad's clothes from the master bedroom and put them in his own old room. He figured if he was man of the Markham house, he could take the master bedroom. Would make the stud service sessions easier, and he looked forward to hosting Doug over more often. It just made sense. He shirted a few other personal items between the rooms, but the rest could wait until later. He grabbed the keys and was out the door once more. *** Stan Markham was in a happy mood when he got back. He hadn't said anything when Jake told him about the switch in rooms. Or when Jake sat at the head of the dinner table one night. Or when Jake announced he was going to spend the evening out with some fellow Breeders at the Elks Lodge. Stan guessed this was the new normal. The father was concerned that his high-achieving well-behaving son was letting his impulses get the best of him. But he had to admit that Jake had looked after him and the twins. The household budget was balanced to the penny, and the house well stocked with groceries and provisions. And Jake regularly drove the Markham men to the nursing center for time with their infants. Maybe he was feeling lonely. Pregnancy had filled a void in Stan's life. His thought drifted toward Jake in ways they shouldn't, keeping him up at night. It was only 11:30 that night when Stan heard the gentle knock on his door. "Dad... you awake?" It was Jake, back from the lodge. "Yeah, I can't sleep." He watched his son step in, the hall light making a silhouette. Shoulders definitely broader and body bigger. His body froze in anticipation as he heard Jake undo his jeans and unzip. The fabric coming down his legs then shoes kicking off. Jake peeled off his shift and Stan knew his son stood in front of him nude. And probably erect. The kiss when Jake leaned down was amazing. What Stan had been craving, even if he didn't always let himself admit it. His son, one of the town's top Breeders, even at his young age, crawling on top of him. The teen's mouth tasted of cigars and scotch. He knew he'd have to sit down and talk about responsibility. Jake going out on a school night no less. But for now that taste was a pure aphrodisiac. His son's cock was heavy against his own and definitely big. Real big. Jake outmanned his daddy for sure now, and was thrusting into Stan's crotch and belly, as if a reminder of the fact. "Fuck, Dad," Jake growled, pawing Stan's nude body with a fevered intensity. "I knew you wanted this." "God, yeah, son." He'd talked about incest with Portis but living it out was another thing entirely. First with the twins, now with Jake. They writhed against one another. Getting off on the feel of skin against skin, son against father. "Oh Daddy," Jake muttered, "I love you sir. You that, right?" "Yeah, sport. Your dad loves you, too. So much." Their mouths met again, wet with saliva and softly touching at first before Jake's tongue slipped inside his dad's mouth. They kissed, not in a rush, just enjoying the connection. "I've been jealous, Jake," Stan admitted, his heart heavy with emotion. "Of you and Doug. Of you and all those men who come by. I'm sorry, son." "There's enough of me to go around, Dad," Jake said earnestly, then scooted down and lifted his father's legs up. The sensation of his son's tongue on Stan's exposed pucker elicited an involuntary cry from the 40-something man. "Oh God, Jake, that's it, son. Lick Daddy's hole." His hands reached down and curled into his boy's soft hair urging him on. "Aw yeah, get in deeper with that tongue. You're so good at this." Jake gave it his all. The men he fucked always loved this, Doug especially. But no man had taken to his rim jobs like his father. It urged him to go longer, teasing his dad's hole before drilling in insistently. Stan's cock had never felt harder. This wasn't the hormonally induced lust of being in heat. This was pure sexual expression with the most amazing man he'd ever encountered. His son. Jake hoisted himself above his father in a push-up position and before Stan realized that teen cock was entering him easily, like butter. How different this was from Adams' rough fuck or Portis's urgent release. His seventeen year old son was an incredibly skilled lover, building up Stan's pleasure from the inside out. He'd then shift position, sawing his prick in from the side in a scissor position, making the angle work differently inside Stan's guts. Jake's hands felt his father's hair army-conditioned muscle up as he fucked away. "Dad, you're so hot. You're a perfect man, I mean that, sir.... I'm lucky to have a dad like you." The telltale signs were in the quiver in his son's voice so it didn't take Stan by surprise when the boy's prick shoved in hard and started pulsing its load inside him. What did surprise him was the intensity and rapidity of his own ejaculation, spraying his hairy torso and the bedsheets. "Damn, Dad," Jake said, still caressing Stan's body. "I can't believe we waited so long to do that." He leaned down and kissed his father, more affection than lust now, though his prick was still rigid inside Stan. "Me either," Stan nearly whispered. "I knew you'd be the best at anything you set your mind to, but wow...." Jake laughed. "And Doug says I'm better the second round, after I've taken the edge off." Stan shook his head in disbelief. "Any better I'm gonna pass out." Father and son's mouths met again, their lips starting to chap a little. Jake held his father's hips for leverage as he extracted his pole. He gave a gentle pat on his dad's rump. "Come on, Dad. Why don't you come to the master bed tonight?" Stan felt self-conscious walking nude through the hall. But Jake's hands squeezing his meaty shoulders along the way made him feel secure, and guided. Safe, almost. He'd only been sleeping in the other bed a week but already the king sized bed felt unfamiliar, more luxurious, as he crawled in. Jake snuggled up next to him, not eager to get to the second fuck just yet, but happy to explore his old man's flesh. They made out, rolling around, feeling each other up. Finally, Jake looked at his Dad firmly and said, "I'm going to make sure you don't end up with a selfish asshole like Adams again, OK, Dad?" "Come on, Jake," Stan objected. "I mean it, Dad. You're too good for that asshat. Any man who wants to date you or fuck you comes through me, get it?" Stan's body shivered in acquiescence. After all, his son was just looking out for him. "All right," he said, loving the big smile on Jake's face. And the kiss afterward. Then a thought occurred to him. "What if I want to fuck someone?" That took Jake by surprise, but then he got a big grin. "Yeah? You dog! Who you been doing?" Stan blushed. "Let's just say your older brothers a little persuasive and a lot horny. I ended up doing them a couple of weeks ago." "Hot!" Jake growled, fisting his cock, which was now ready and leaking. "They're into you, Jake, too," Stan said. "Only they're worried you only go for older guys." "You kidding? Daniel and A are smoking hot dudes. And I'm sure I'd be real popular fucking the big football jocks at school," Jake winked. Stan laughed. "Well you better give them a day or so, since they're still recovering from their delivery." Jake nodded. "You bet." Then, "you sure you won't be jealous, Dad?" Stan leaned up into his son for a quick kiss. Which turned into a longer kiss. "I know there's plenty of Jake Markham to go around." His son growled into their kiss thrust against his dad once more. Ready now, he flipped his father over on his stomach and mounted him with deliberate steadiness. Soon the men were fucking, the son thrusting with incredible power, the father clutching the sheets. Command Sergeant Major Markham, was about to learn that Jake indeed was even better on round two.