Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2017 20:51:30 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cornell, TX, ch. 14 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. Thanks to reader Joe for some suggestions in the last chapter and this. 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.... 14 Jake woke up when the alarm went off. His dad was punctual about getting to work, and Jake himself knew he had to get to school on time. He wiped the sleep from his eye as Stan stirred in the bed next to him. "It's 6:30 already?" Jake groaned. Stan scooted up against the headboard, his morning erection poking up the sheets. "Just 6. I thought we'd have a little extra time..." That perked Jake up. His own morning wood formed an obscene tower underneath the cotton, the semen leaking soaking a wide spot in it. "Yeah Dad?" Stan's voice was deep and craggy, still half-asleep. "Can't send my boy off to school without his needs being met. Can we?" He cupped his pec muscle which was nice and round and jiggly-firm with milk. Older men tended to fill out more in the chest when they were lactating, Jake noticed, forming small or even big breasts. His father's was an in-between size, just the right shape he decided as he watched his dad's nipple poke up and milk pearl up at the tip. Before the milk could bead and trickle down the man's hairy pectoral bulge, Jake nestled his face against the soft light brown fur and licked his way toward the puffy nipple. He latched his mouth on it and started sucking. He was getting to be expert at extracting the fresh nectar from his dad's bosom. First one tit then the other. Then back. All the while, Stan's fingers curled in Jake's hair, urging him. As the milk flow began to subside, Jake leaned up and kissed his father, the frothy sweetness on his lips. "You gonna be ovulating soon, Dad?" he muttered, thrusting his cock against his father's as they embraced each other. Stan nodded. He knew what Jake was angling for and he'd had the same thoughts himself. Making a baby together. A real Markham baby, his and Jake's. "I hope so." "Took Mr. K about a month," Jake said, holding his cock and squeezing out an extra spurt of his natural pre-lube onto his dad's hole. The entry now was easy with Stan, it was like son naturally belonged inside his father like this. Stan grunted at the entry but soon his big body relaxed as his son slid his way in. "I got a feeling you're going be there when I'm in heat." Jake nodded, the idea overcoming him. He shoved in harder, giving his dad discomfort. He couldn't help it. He thrust in wildly again. He usually gave his Dad time to get used to his ever-growing endowment, the thickness of his son cock. But he was turned on this morning. Jake's hands reached down to cup his father's man breasts, excited to see his dad bearing milk now. He caressed and squeezed his dad's chest as his cock punched in harder. "Ugh!" Stan winced, unused to the assault. But he held his legs up and apart as his boy savaged him. Clearly Jake needed this and whatever Jake needed.... "Fuck, Dad, I wanna knock you up so bad. I can't wait." He pounded Stan, his breaths getting shorter before he choked back a cry and unloaded inside his old man. Stan patted Jake's back lovingly as his son's body collapsed on his own, still rigid in the aftershocks of orgasm. Moments like these made up for the times he saw the strange men come over for Jake's stud service, and the cries of sexual satisfaction reverberating down the hall. Stan did his best not to be jealous, but he was falling in love with his third-born son. As Jake extracted his cock and the men kissed, he stroked his father's face lovingly. "Thanks, Dad," he said. "I know I got a little rough." His touch was tender now. "'s all right son," Stan said. "I like to see you happy." Jake smiled and scooted down, descending his mouth on his father's rigid bone. It took a few gentle strokes up and down before the rich salty ejaculation filled his mouth. *** Steve Preston walked through school parking lot with Jake. "Thanks for giving me a ride, Markham," the freshman said, with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. He still had a short and slight build, yet to hit his full growth spurt, but he'd followed Jake's lead in hitting the weights regularly, using the school's athletics' training room off hours before school started. "No problem, bro." He twirled his keys in his hand. He was thrilled to have the freedom of the car, now. He'd used some of his savings to buy a car for his dad and the twins to share, and so far the arrangement was working out pretty well. They were about twenty paces from Jake's car when a vintage Bronco pulled up beside them. Inside were four seniors, jocks from the football team. The windows were down to take advantage of the warm Texas May weather, and inside each of the athletes were shirtless. "Hey Markham," the driver, Rich Meltzer, called out, "How's it hanging." Jake knew Rich in the way that everyone in the school knew him. Team captain this last year and the running back who broke records left and right and got the team nearly to its state championship. But he and Rich had never so much as exchanged a hello. "Hey, Rich. Pretty good." "Cool," Rich said, his eyes looking Jake up and down in appraisal. He gave a silent look to his buddies before turning back. "Listen, the guys and I found a swimming hole out past Red Rocks. Hot day, you interested in coming?" "Hmmm... sounds good. Only Steve's coming too." He put his arm over his buddy's shoulder in a brotherly fashion. Rich seemed a little apprehensive at inviting the freshman along. "He a Breeder, too?" "Yep," Steve piped in proudly. Rich broke into a little smile. "All right then. We'll make it a party. Follow us." The lake was out of town a good ways, down a gravelly road and past a rusty sign announcing 1 mile to Lake Attahachee, but it was just what the doctor ordered for the sun-drenched day. They parked and made introductions. Angelo Rodriguez was a lithe Latino QB with the bulging arms to show for it. Kyle Carter was medium-height, real muscular, and a poster-boy jock like Rich, only blond-haired and blue-eyed in comparison to Rich's darker complexion. Adam Boles was ruddy faced and big like a true defensive player. He seemed more self-conscious of his bulk as the guys stripped off their shorts and briefs. "Damn, squirt," Kyle interjected as he saw Steve's dong sway long and heavy. "You're hung like a motherfucker." Steve lewdly shook his cock as he strutted toward the water. He was going erect seeing the admiration of these senior athletes. But he wanted to tease them so he waded into the water and jumped in, turning over to swim on his back, letting his junk show visibly. "Your buddy's a showoff," Rich said to Jake, his nude body gravitating toward the sophomore's. "Kinda hot, though I like the fact you don't have to show off." "I don't?" Jake grinned, shimmying his briefs. He was already plumped up and getting firmer by the minute. Rich looked down with excitement. This Markham kid was really fucking hung. Thick, too. He looked back up at Jake. "Nope. You're just a stud, don't have to prove it to anyone. I love how you go after what you want." Jake laughed. "Yeah, what do I want?" The football captain blushed a little, his confidence taking a back seat to Jake's Breeder presence. "Um, my Dad says you're a really good Breeder." Then it clicked for Jake. Dave Meltzer, banker and mega-DILF, looked a lot like his son. "Oh yeah, Mr. Meltzer, I should have known that was your dad." Jake's prick surged up to full erection remembering poking between the stud's daddy buns. "Dude, your dad's a really hot lay." Rich smiled at the compliment. "I know you like older guys, but if you'd ever go for a guy like me, I'd be honored." Jake patted Rich's bare shoulder, feeling the conditioned muscle. Yeah, he could go for Meltzer Jr, here, he decided. Just then Angelo called out. "Quite yapping ladies, the water's too good to be standing out there." That broke the spell and Jake made his way into the water, Rich following a few paces behind him. The young men frolicked and swam, enjoying the contrast between the cool water and the hot afternoon sun. At one point, Jake took a break, wading in the water next to Steve. "Man, I feel different," Preston said, a look of surprise on his face. "Like you mainlined Viagra?" Jake said. He'd noticed it, too, an intense horniness. His dick throbbed in the water and felt even bigger than normal, his nuts swollen. "Yeah, I'm boned like crazy. I gotta fuck one of these guys," the freshman said. "Now." Jake watched as Steve approached the land, where Adam and Angelo where now on all fours, showing their asses to him and spreading their beefy legs lewdly. Clearly the Heat was kicking into overdrive with them. Kyle was also watching the spectacle and waded over to be closer to Jake. "Pretty hot, huh?" the senior said. "Adam's going through the Changes. The rest of us are pretty much synched up." "Yeah?" Jake smiled. He smiled even bigger as he felt Kyle's strong hand grip his boner beneath the water. And the other hands brought Jake's free hand to his ass. "Fuck, you're big," the tight end murmured as he stroked Jake's oversized Breeder rod. "I've heard guys talk about you, but thought maybe they were exaggerating." "What guys?" Jake's hands were now on Kyle's strong back as he guided them both to where they could stand in the water. "Rich's dad. And Mike Malone's my neighbor. My dad has a big crush on you, too." Jake's lips pressed against the teen jock admirer's and the two started making out. Pretty soon there was a third warm body pressed against their. Rich Meltzer's. "I was hoping you'd be able to join us," Rich growled. "We're in some major heat right now." His hips undulated wildly, sexually, as if his hole was eager to get stuffed. Jake looked over at the other threesome. Steve was now on the shore fucking Adam's big defensive end body doggy style while making out with the team's backup quarterback. It seemed incongruous to see the freshman's slender slight body humping these bigger older guys. "Yeah," Kyle interjected, running his hands along Jake's front, feeling the newly developed teen muscle. "Coach gave us some fertility drugs, too. Said it increased our chances of having twins. I didn't know it was make us horned up like this." Jake had a feeling it was something else. The water, or something. But he didn't say anything as he made out with the football players, their kisses fevered and hungry. Impetuously, Jake's hands cupped Kyle's meaty buttocks, fingers digging into the tight end's crack and soon prodding his hole. Jake's actions made the athlete whimper. The inside of the ring felt sticky and almost slimy, from the self-lubrication that Kyle was secreting. "Yeah, dude," Jake teased. "You guys both want to carry around some Markham twins at the same time.... be my bitches today?" He was normally more the soft-approach lover, but his ramped up libido and maybe Steve's presence made Jake a little competitive to outdo his buddy's aggressiveness. And he felt Kyle's hole dilating against his fingers, spurting out the clear slime against them and into the water. Rich's hands were now latching on Jake's big prick, his mouth on Jake's shoulder. "Fuck yes, make us your goddamn bitches with this Breeder cock. We're your sluts to knock up." "Dudes, your lives are about to change," Jake growled and spun Kyle around poking his rod against the tight folds of the jock's pucker. Lubrication aside, it took a little more work than with his Dad, Doug, or even his brothers. But he powered his hips forward and crammed his thick tool inside Kyle's guts. "Fuck!" the tight end growled. "Fucking violate my hole, dude." He was having his first orgasm at the invasion, while Jake gripped his shoulders and leveraged his way further in. The outcry got the attention of Steve, who was now powerfucking Angelo missionary style. "Way to go bro!" the young top cried out. "Pound that pussy." Jake felt turned on like crazy, piledriving his dick in and out at a furious pace. In his focus on older men, he'd overlooked the tightness of younger muscle and the suppleness of their bodies. He definitely preferred the give of middle-aged men's bodies, but this was a nice contrast. His fingers explored Kyle's front, digging in against the firm abs. And Rich's muscular bulk next to him, excited to watch his buddy get boned but clearly looking forward to his turn. "You're gonna look so hot with twins," Jake said, thrusting in faster now. He reached orgasm, spraying Kyle's fertile insides with his seed. "Your football season just got sidelined buddy," Jake muttered. The knowledge he was getting impregnated made Kyle's jizz spurt into the water around him a second time. "You up for me?" Rich asked hopefully. He knew Breeders were usually good for multiple impregnations in a session but wasn't sure about Jake. "You kidding, bitch?" he growled and grabbed the running back's face for a heavy kiss, his tongue thrusting dominant into the senior hungry mouth. "Let's get up on the shore so I can fuck you right." The two athletes were shocked to see the full size of Jake's erection as he walked out of the water. Kyle could definitely feel the emptiness in his ass from the battering ram. Steve was now going for seconds on Adam, missionary this time. the defensive players bulk jiggling a little with each inward thrust of Breeder cock. Jake motioned to Rich. "Get down next to your slut friend. Same position." Rich nodded excitedly, eager to take orders. He'd have some stories to tell his buddies at school tomorrow. They all would. Jake Markham almost never fucked young guys. He was nervous though now that he'd seen the Markham endowment. Much bigger than Sgt. Major Reynolds, who'd deflowered him after the changes and impregnated him the first time. Bravely, he spread his legs, letting Jake see the clear sticky sap seeping from his tight clenched hole. Jake's fingers scooped it up and pressed back inside from where it came. "Been dripping in your panties all day, I bet," he teased. Rich shook his head. "Just since we got out here. Being around you is making me horny as fuck." Jake's nostrils flared. That adrenaline and testosterone kick again coursed through his veins. His dick felt giant, even to him, as he pushed it down against Rich's unprotected rectum. Jake didn't take the penetration easy. Ten rock solid inches bored right into Rich's bowels. It made his abs tighten up and his insides even tighter, but his own prick was hard and leaking on his perfect midsection. The Heat was as much hormonal and physical as it was mental. "Wait until I tell my bros who I bitched out," Jake swore as he pounded away. "Me and Steve banging half the goddamn football team." His eyes fixed on Rich's, challenging him to take it like a man. Rich was taking it, all right, but barely. "You really want my fucking babies don't you dude?" Jake asked him. The running back nodded. "Yessir. Please sir. Let me carry them. I took an extra fertility pill hoping..." His breath was getting shorter. "I want twins, maybe triplets. " The idea of multiples tripped Jake's wires. His hips went into overdrive as he punched his fat cock over and over into the running back. Then, his second load of the afternoon, as big as the first, was firing inside Rich Meltzer's guts. "You got em, bitch." The sex calmed all of the teens down and they hung out like regular buds, the younger breeders brought into the close circle of senior jocks like they were a part of the the group. When it was time to go, Jake asked if the guys could take Steve home. He grabbed Kyle's shoulder and pulled the blond hunk's big body playfully against his. "I want a little more time with this dude." He turned to Kyle, who beamed with excitement. "Maybe I can meet your daddy, too, whaddya say?" He'd never seen Mr. Carter but if the man had any of his son's looks he had to be one hot DILF, Jake decided. "Yeah, sure." *** Aaron and Daniel made out on Daniel's bed. Aaron kissed his brother slowly but felt a new intensity from Daniel, as his twin humped against his nude body and took charge more in the kissing. "You in Heat, Danny?" he asked, fingers tracing along his brother's nipples which were pearly wet from the seeping milk. Both twins were lactating pretty heavily lately and spent most of their mornings at the nursing center in Powell, the next town over. Daniel grabbed Aaron's hand and brought it to his mouth to suck the fingers in greedily, tasting his own milk in the process. "Man, tastes just like milk to me. I don't see what makes Jake so crazy about it." His younger brother had been enjoying nursing off the two more and more. "But yeah, I'm feeling pretty keyed up. Gotta stay away from the breeders the next 48 hours." "Even Jake?" The idea of their Breeder brother impregnating Daniel turned Aaron on. He wasn't ovulating yet. "Especially Jake," Daniel said. "No way he wouldn't get me pregnant. And I don't want to ruin my chances at playing ball next year." The two brothers met for a kiss, swapping tongues. A knock on their door interrupted their brotherly passion. Their father stuck his head in, just getting home from the base. "You boys doing OK?" "Yessir, Dad," Aaron said, flipping over on his back, so his dad could see his hard cock leaking against his abs. He scooted to the side and patted the mattress between him and Daniel. "Wanna join us?" Stan grinned. It was just the thing after a long day at work. He untied the tie of his uniform and unbuttoned the top button of his tan uniform. Kicking off his shoes he jumped on the bed like a little kid, landing between his two eldest boys. They three Bearer Markhams exchanged kisses, Stan alternating back between one and the other, then watching the twins kiss in front of him. "Man o man," he said, running his hands appreciatively along each stud's back. Aaron and Daniel then slowly began undressing their father, taking their time to feel up the 45 year old muscle, still in impressive shape. "I think Danny needs to go first, Dad," Aaron said as he slicked up the daddy cock and guided it in Daniel's direction. The QB wasted no time and straddled Stan's hips, bucking his butt back against the paternal dick. It felt hard and wet in his crack and even better against his hole as it poked its way inside. Daniel's eyes rolled in the back of his head and his back arched as he slid down the full length. "Oh Dad that's amazing. Get up in my hole, sir." His eyes snapped back forward to meet Stan's as he started undulating his hips up and down, starting a nice, smooth fuck motion on his dad's cock. He was glad his father was taking the place of Jake and the other breeder's right then. Taking the edge off. Maybe he'd make it through the next 48 hours after all. Stan enjoyed the sight and sensation of Daniel fucking himself then he started thrusting up into the boy, drawing a surprised look, then a smile from Daniel's face. "Man, Dad, that's it," Aaron encouraged, "Fuck Danny's hole." Stan felt his son's hot sperm splash on his face and his neck before coating his chest and stomach. That made him lose his own load inside the young man. Stan held on tight and choked back deep heavy cries of orgasm. Daniel was giddy as he leaned forward and kissed his dad, licking off the stray jizz. Then he dismounted, giving Aaron his turn. Aaron for his part lay face down on the bed and hiked his ass up. This was Mitch's favorite position and he wanted to do his best to get used to getting fucked his way. Mitch liked to do him hard, so he instructed his father to do just that. *** After a fun session at the Carter house, introducing both dad and son to the joys of an incestuous threesome, Jake was a little late getting home, but with the longer day light hours it was still light outside at 7:30. Steve had texted him. "Just got done boning Meltzer and his dad. Dude you were holding out me. LOL" Jake laughed and parked his car in the driveway, then sauntered over to the Kelly house. "Hey, stud," Doug Kelly greeted Jake with a kiss. "Come in. Busy day?" "Yeah," Jake said plopping on the couch in the living room. "Just tag teamed a dad and son. It was pretty hot." "I'll bet." Doug wasn't jealous of Jake's exploits and in fact loved the teen relating his escapades. Each one just raised Doug's estimation of Jake's Breederdom. Jake grinned and grabbed his crotch. "Don't worry Mr. K, I still got plenty left in the tanks." "Never a doubt, Jake," Doug said. "But listen, I've been waiting for you." He pulled a plastic stick out of his pocket. "I thought I'd give this a try." "What's that?" "A pregnancy test. I wanted you here when I took it." Jake's posture went rigid as he stood up. "Hell yeah. Let's do it." He followed Doug's built frame to the bathroom, where the older man unzipped and pulled out his cock. "It's gonna be tough pissing through a hardon," he said as he pried the erection down to aim toward the toilet bowl. It took a minute but soon a steady yellow stream jetted from the end of his penis, splashing hard into the bowl. Doug held his cock steady and gestured to Jake. "Put the wand in the stream, Jake," he instructed and the teen did just that, his hand nervous and excited as he saw the piss soak the receptor. When he was sure it had been enough, he pulled the test stick out. "How long we gotta wait?" "About three minutes." It was a long three minutes. Jake and Doug looked at each other silently, not daring to look down until it was time. "Now?" Jake finally asked. "Yeah, it should be good." Jake pulled the test up and both men looked. A plus sign formed clear as day. Jake kissed Doug hard. "Damn, you're having my baby Mr. K. I love you so much, sir." Already, Jake's hands were undoing Doug's shorts, feeling the firm hairy dadrump in his hands as he maneuvered Doug against the sink. No time to waste, he was gonna take his celebratory fuck right then and there. *** After an extended celebration with Mr. Kelly, Jake wanted to go out and share the news, and celebrate the occasion with his fellow Breeders. It was his third time joining the weekly social gathering of the town's Breeders and already he felt at home. Male bonding, raunchy talk about the men's sexual conquests, discussion of local politics, spirited poker games, and maybe a little too much whiskey. Jake was the youngest member of the group, but he'd gained the respect of the townsmen with his natural breedership, fathering by now sixty children and children to-be. The guys at the Elk Lodge all razzed him for being such a goddamned romantic, but it was all in good fun. They, too, behind the gruff facade, knew what it was like to care for a special Bearer in one's life. General Portis slapped Jake on the back and offered him one of his quality cigars. "You got any plans for your daddy?" Besides being a big proponent of incestuous pairing, he liked Stan Markham and wanted to see him happy. "Yes sir," Jake beamed. "It'll be a couple more weeks before he ovulates, but yeah we want a kid together. Maybe more." After a bout of congratulations and some small talk, Jake stepped out on the outdoor deck, wanting some fresh air and not in the mood for poker. As he enjoyed the night air and took a drag on a cigar, a firm hand clapped his shoulder. "How's it hanging, Markham?" a mellow tenor voice boomed. Mitch McPherson just arrived and had heard the news. He had an extra tumbler of scotch in his hand. "I thought you could use a refresh," the twenty-six year old stud said, the alcohol and laidback environment of the Elks Lodge having brought out his native Midwestern accent. "Big day for you, huh?" "Thanks," Jake beamed. "I'm pretty jazzed. Mr. Kelly and I have been dreaming of this for a year now." He'd been pacing himself, not having developed as much of a tolerance for booze yet but a nice stiff drink sounded perfect just then. Mitch pulled out his own stogie and smelled the tobacco before lighting up. "I'm happy for you, bro." Then gesturing to the clear sky, he said, "Nice night out, huh?" "Yeah, bro." The older men in the Breeder group, Jake deferentially referred to as sir, but Mitch was a young strapping dude and more than a little goofy in his sense of humor. He and Jake got along great. The two men chatted about their recent breeds for hire, and even the studly Mitch had to be impressed how many sessions Jake was doing. Four a week was good money. The younger man shrugged his shoulders. "Ha, I guess I got a reputation," the high schooler smirked. "A lot of guys, older guys, want to feel appreciated." He took a sip of his whiskey. "What about you, stud? I hear a lot of dads are taking their sons to you for their first breed." Mitch gave a sly grin. "You can take your daddies, Markham, and I'll take the newbie virgins." Jake laughed. "Listen, Jake," Mitch got serious. "I've been meaning to talk to you. Man to man. It's about your brother." Jake knew that Mitch had been fucking Aaron and had a thing for his older brother. "Yeah?" "I've been thinking about popping the question and asking Aaron to marry me. Even got the ring picked out." The hunky construction worker was uncharacteristically shy. "And, well, since you're the man of the Markham household, I wanted to get your blessing first." Jake nodded. He knew Aaron would be thrilled but he wanted to know Mitch's intentions. "You really want to marry my brother?" Mitch nodded, his face showing pure Breeder infatuation. "I'm crazy about the guy. I'd do anything for Aaron, on the level. And I want Aaron to have my kids only from here on out. I'm willing to do whatever it takes, bud." Jake slapped his friend's shoulder. "All right, bro, you want my blessing, you got it. I know you two are gonna make awesome husbands." Mitch smiled and puffed on his cigar with intense happiness and satisfaction. "Thanks, bro. I'll be thrilled to be inlaws with you." Then, getting an idea, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. "Here, let me show you the ring I got..." It was a nice simple gold band. "Spent a few weeks salary on this beauty but your brother deserves that and more." "Nice," Jake said, ideas forming in his own head about a ring he'd like to buy. Maybe he could take some of that stud service money.... "Listen," Mitch said. "We both got big news to celebrate tonight. Wanna go down to the Canyon Club and pick up a bearer, have some bonding time together?" He and Jake had never shared a Bearer before but it was a bonding experience Jake was looking forward to, especially after hearing all the crude banter here at the Elks Lodge. "We can even go for a daddy if you want. Your pick." "Sound great," Jake admitted. *** The Canyon Club was the sports bar in town, a laid back place where most of the Bearers would hang out if they didn't have a date or a fuck planned for the night. They traded stories, talked sports, and gossiped about the Breeders' cock size and sexual performance. A Breeder's presence at the Canyon Club inevitably meant he was looking for a lay for that night. The Bearers knew the etiquette: don't approach the Breeder, he approaches you. Some eye contact was OK, but otherwise, the men acted calm and distant as a Breeder walked by, appraising the talent and picking out his mate for the night. Jake didn't need long to figure out who he wanted. "What about that guy there?" The prey was John Ferris, a 53 year old cop with a sturdy ex-military build and a short-cropped head of gray hair that offset his blue eyes and face tanned and weathered from the Texas son. He sat at the bar in his dark blue police uniform, nursing a longneck bottle of beer and watching baseball on TV. Mitch clipped his shoulder with his big mitt. "You do go for the daddies huh? He's pretty hot, I'll admit." The two breeders pulled up an empty stool on either side of the off-duty police officer. "How's it going?" Mitch asked with a flirty smile. "Having a good evening?" John's face brightened. He knew of Mitch and Jake by reputation. The young Markham kid in particular was making waves in Cornell. "My evening's definitely picking up now," he said. He gripped his crotch to contain his excitement. "Damn, you Breeders certainly can sniff out a guy in heat, can't ya?" Mitch laughed. "Yeah? You jonesing right now?" The cop leaned back and showed the other men how soaked his crotch was. "I've been on the rail all fucking day." "Hot," Jake breathed, reaching out to touch the man's thick thighs packing his blue poly trousers. "You're built real solid, man." The cop ate up the attention. He winked at the young man. "I can take pretty much what you guy dish out, if that's the issue." "You better be careful, Ferris," Mitch said. "Markham here's a little obsessed with the daddies." John turned back to Jake. "Is that right kid? I guess it is my lucky day." The three settled up John's tab and walked to his patrol car. "Should I just follow you men?" the cop asked. Jake shook his head and instead opened the back door of the cruiser. "Actually, I've always wanted to do it in the back of one of these." John looked between the two men and shrugged his shoulders. "All righty." He unbuckled his belt as he watched the teen drop his shorts and reveal his big Breeder dong. It was hard and long and fat and menacing and made the cop drool in lust. "Jesus, buddy, I'm about to really get it, aren't I?" Jake smiled, happy at the power he had over this older, more mature hunk. He leaned back to sit on the seat, his legs sticking out of the car. "Climb on, officer," he ordered. Both men gasped as Jake's slick rod poked up into the cop. "So good...." Officer Ferris growled, sliding his way down. He didn't get all the way down to Jake's bloated balls before the teen thrust all the way inside him. "Ungh," he growled but hung on, remembering his boast that he'd take whatever these guys dished out. He was second guessing that promise as Jake ravaged his hole, turned on to be fucking this dream daddy in front of his buddy Mitch. Mid fuck Jake felt the slick prodding of Mitch's pole against his. Intuitively he knew what was going on and slowed his pace to allow the fellow Breeder to position his cock at John's private entrance. Jake pushed in, using the leverage to allow Mitch's dick to pry its way inside the cop's tightness. "Oh man," the officer growled, trying to fight his way between discomfort and complete and total arousal. "Hot, man," Jake huffed, thrilled at the feel of Mitch's meat sliding in next to his. In tandem, fucking the big daddy cop. "I'll say," Mitch growled, wrapping his arms around the man's still-clothed chest. He couldn't believe how close this bonding experience with his future brother in law was. "I think your baby's gonna have two daddies," he spoke into the cop's ear. John nodded excitedly. He was too fucked to speak, barely even to think. But those two giant Breeder cocks pistoning inside him felt incredible now, powering him straight to a thundering orgasm. Jake came next, his seed vying for a prime spot in impregnating this perfect man. Not to be outdone, Mitch spurted a heavy load into Ferris's used womb, too. The men were all tired out as they uncoupled. "Well I don't know who to congratulate, but one of you men definitely got me pregnant just now," John said, pulling up his uniform and tucking his shirt inside his pants. "Fuck, that was hot." "I'll say," Mitch chimed in. A thought occurred to Jake. He patted his shirt pocket. Kyle had given him some extra fertility pills earlier that afternoon. Jake was saving a couple but had one to spare. "You want to take this, Officer," he asked, holding up the light blue tablet. "What is it?" "A fertility pill. Will make sure our seed takes." John gave a curious glance at the pill and took it from Jake. "I've had five babies without a goddamn fertility pill, but if it makes you happy, then sure." With that he popped it in his mouth and swallowed. Mitch laughed and Jake adjusted his crotch. He knew he'd be following up with this policeman. "Well have a good night officer," Mitch said. "You too, men. Thanks for a wild evening."