Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2017 14:12:23 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cornell TX 15 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. The story is drawing toward its end... only 2 or so more chapters left. 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.... 15 Doug Kelly whimpered as he tongued Jake's ballsac. Just a few months shy of his 18th birthday, the teen had very large testicles, each the size of plums, that hung heavy and swaying in his scrotum. He was doubly excited because above him, Jake's Dad, Stan Markham was swallowing several inches of son cock in a slow steady suck. It was the first time the two middle-aged men were in the same bed at the same time, with Jake. Doug knew of his involvement with Stan and the love he clearly had for his father and was happy to share in it. For a moment he'd had the fear of being shut out of Jake's life, but the teen had a way of reassuring the neighbor. Stan finally backed off the beautiful fat prick, and held it steady. "Want some, Doug?" he asked, lustfully. "Yeah," Doug growled and leaned up to plop the giant cock into his mouth. Eleven inches and a good nine in circumference. He hoped Jake Markham's dick had stopped growing but it also gave him a thrill to think this Breeder cock would grow even larger. Stan kissed his way up along Jake's nude torso, feeling the strong teen muscle that was really bulking up now. He was as big as his older athlete brothers and was on his way toward working for the stature of Stan's more adult build. Their lips met, and it was like electricity to Stan, feeling his son's tongue broach his oral cavity. It always was. "You gonna let Doug suck you off, son?" He asked, caressing Jake's powerful chest. "Or you wanna fuck us?" "Do I gotta choose?" Jake laughed. He kissed his dad again, hungrier this time, with more tongue. He then leaned over to the bedside table and pulled open the drawer. "I think I want a couple of nice hard daddy fucks this morning," he said as fumbled around in the drawer. Doug Kelly plopped off the erection, thrilled to think this battering ram was going to be entering his tight hole soon. "Jake, sir, I don't think you'll need lube. You're leaking pretty hard." For emphasis he gripped the hard shaft and squeezed out a stream of clear sap from the tip. Jake leaned back, a small box in his had. "I wasn't looking for the lube." He got a serious look on his face. "I've been thinking a lot about what you men mean to me. Dad... Doug..." he flipped open the box, showing off two gold bands insides. "I want to ask you men to be my husbands." Stan kissed Jake so hard the teen thought he was going to have the oxygen sucked out of him. "I take it that's a yes, dad?" he chuckled as his father cried tears of happiness. Doug meanwhile was sitting on Jake's massive rod, feeling the girth stretch his elastic man hole, and leaning in for his own kiss. "I know you call the shots, Jake," he apologized as his hips bucked on that perfect Breeder dick. "But I wanted to show you how much I love you, sir." Jake's hands ran up and down the hairy more mature muscle, appreciating every curve, and the contrast between hard muscle and the soft give that age brought Doug's body in places. "Ha, I don't mind a pushy Bearer from time to time," he said, thrusting inside to meet his lover's gyrations. "Right Dad?" he teased Stan, who'd been taking the lead more and more in bed. His lips connected with Stan's once more and he could feel his dad's hard dick against his hips as the man turned and watched the post-proposal fuck taking place in front of him. "Besides, I got two perfect daddies to play with. Whenever the fuck I want..." "Whenever, however," Doug growled, bouncing like crazy on Jake's pogo stick. Jake pinched the man's nipples, eliciting a deep moan. "This means you're gonna be a Markham now. Doug Markham." "Oh yes, sir. I'll do you men proud." He started ejaculating all over Jake's tight, muscular body as Jake picked up his speed to come inside one of the loves of his life. Doug and Jake kissed, sealing the deal, their union. "Well Mr. Markham," Jake hissed in Doug's ear. "Why don't you get on all fours so the other Mr. Markham can taste your sweet daddy hole." "Yessir!" Doug beamed, scrambling into place and moaning as he felt Stan's tongue start licking at his abused dad pucker. For a Bearer, Stan sure knew what he was doing. Stan for his part was motivated by the familiar flavor of his son's jizz, now seeping out of Doug's ass. He slurped hungrily and started drilling for more. His tonguework was driving Doug crazy, making the man's built body shiver and shake. "Fuck, Stan!" he cried, gripping the sheets. "You're almost as good as your boy." Stan's rim job was interrupted by Jake pulling him back. "You like your co-husband's ass, Dad?" he asked, and Stan nodded. "Why don't you help yourself to it, Tiger," Jake said. "I wanna see my daddies fuck," he said, nestling behind Stan to make him the filling in a fuck sandwich. **** It was after sixth period and Jake knocked on the classroom door of his science teacher, Mark Ramirez. A compact, fit man, Ramirez doubled as the school's soccer coach and was one of the more popular teachers in the school for his joking, easygoing manner. He'd just recently had a baby and Jake and Steve had always joked he was the school's most eligible bachelor. So he had to get a chuckle when he saw the 36 year old nude and sprawled out on one of the long lab tables, with Preston doing double time on his upturned hairy ass. Steve noticed Jake first. "Hey Markham," he said, his newly deepening voice apparent to Jake. "If you're hear to bang Mr. R, I got here first." Jake gripped his hardon. He wouldn't mind a go at the stud teacher but that wasn't why he was there. "He's yours Preston, I actually came here for another reason." Mark looked up, the combination of the Heat and Steve's dick making him feel great at that moment. "Hey Jake," he said. "I was wondering, Mr. Ramirez, if I can use your Geiger counter for a project I'm doing." It was last fall when they'd covered radioactivity in class. "Um sure," he replied. "Oh WOW!" he growled as Steve shifted his angle of assault. "Fuck me, stud!" The top looked up at Jake, proud in his performance. "I'd let you get sloppy seconds, Markham, only I want this guy's baby to be mine. Can't be competing with your legendary swimmers." "S'all right, buddy," Jake grinned. "Mind if I claim a nice BJ?" He started unzipping and stepping up to the rutting couple. "I've been looking at Mr. R's cocksucking lips all year." "Have at it, bro," Steve said, entering his second orgasm inside the bigger man as Mark Ramirez leaned forward to suck in his favorite student's cock. Jake's fingers ran through Ramirez's coal black hair as he sank right in. ****** It was a dusty hot afternoon, but Jake drove out toward Lake Attahachee, cupping his genitals the whole way. "Mr. R sure gives an amazing blowjob," he said. Steve leaned back in the passenger seat, legs spread wide. He felt sated, too. "You should try his ass, Markham. Definitely in my top 10." "Yeah?" Jake chuckled. "That's what you always say." "Damn, bro, you know I like the fresh tail. I'm not a softie like you." Jake didn't mind the banter. In fact he liked the way he and Steve always saw things in a different light. "What about Sgt. Kerrigan, he still Number One?" Steve nodded. "Yeah, he's great, though that big cop daddy's starting to preg up so I've been focusing my attention elsewhere." "Fuck, you're crazy Preston. That's the best time. Big round daddy swell. Seven to nine months is my favorite time. Other than when they're in Heat." Steve was pulling at his rod now, renewed in its erection. He was growing bigger lately, and he'd compared himself to Jake back in that classroom. He hoped he'd grow as big as his buddy. "You really go for guys that pregnant?" Jake grinned. "Fuck yeah. You get to see your handiwork bouncing like a beach ball as you pound his hole. It's fucking hot." Steve could start to see the appeal. "You got any interest in tag teaming Kerrigan? Maybe show me how it's done? I'm always afraid with a guy that far along. I don't want to hurt the big lug." "Dude, it would be my honor," Jake said, making the turn off along the unpaved road to the lake. "And trust me, your police sergeant is going to do anything for you if you make him feel loved during his pregnancy. It's how I got Doug wrapped around my finger, buddy. Dad, too." "I notice your marriage plans don't keep you from playing the field, bro," Steve cracked, cynically. "Dude, I'm a Breeder," Jake laughed, and Steve laughed along, too. Finally they got to the lake. "What the hell are we doing here anyway, Markham?" Steve asked as Jake set up the geiger counter. "Following a hunch." He tossed Steve a pen and pad. "Here, you write down the numbers I give you." The two started walking around, taking measurements of the radioactivity. Jake kept a poker face but was excited as hell at his discovery.... ****** Stan couldn't reach Jake so he left work and sped toward the school. He was now at the doctor's office. Not for himself, but for Daniel, who'd spent the afternoon throwing up and otherwise feeling ill. The older Markham was still dressed in his uniform, sitting in the waiting room nervously. Dr. Campbell appeared finally. "Mr. Markham, you want to come in?" Daniel sat on the examination table shirtless, with a queasy look still on his face. The doctor sat in his chair and motioned Stan to sit to. "Well, Mr. Markham, it's nothing serious. It turns out that Daniel here is pregnant and has an old-fashioned case of morning sickness." Stan looked at Daniel and back to Campbell. "Really, doc? That's great news!" The doctor nodded. Telling men and their families of their pregnancy was the best part of the job. But something else was on his mind. "Um... Daniel here swears that he had not penetrative sexual contact other than you." Stan had an uncomprehending look on his face. "That can't be. I mean, my boy and I did have sex, but I'm a bearer." He shot a look over to his son. "I swear Dad, you were the only one." Dr. Campbell interject. "There's been some medical literature hypothesizing that some mean are ambisexuals, able to Breed and Bear both. You, Mr. Markham, are our first confirmed case." "Wow, Dad," Daniel said. "I knew you were a stud, but this is crazy." Stan grew hard thinking of the implication. He had impregnated Daniel, who was going to bear another Markham kid. His, Stan's kid. "Damn, boy, if I had known, we would have been fucking earlier." He felt self-conscious for his crudeness. "Sorry, Doc...." Campbell grinned. "No need to apologize, Stan. I believe a celebratory fuck is customary. I can give you two some privacy." Stan stood up and started unbuckling his uniform belt even before the doctor had fully left. "That's be great, doc." The two Markhams embraced as the doctor shut the door. "Sorry to spoil your college plans, son." "It's OK, Dad. I think I'll be happy spending more time here in Cornell, with you and Jake and A." Their tongues danced and Stan pulled Daniel's shorts down. His son really had a perfect body, creamy smooth skin that showed off the teen's muscle. "Whaddya say I make sure I got the job done right?" Stan growled, leaning Daniel back and crawling between his spread legs. "Damn, I'm a Breeder, too," he said as he started teasing his son's hole with his hard prick. ****** And after the foursome with Steve, Sgt. Kerrigan and Cpl. Ferris, he craved a repeat, at least with Ferris, who was quickly becoming one of his favorite fucks. He was into Kerrigan's big pregnant bod, too, but didn't want to poach on Steve's territory. Plus, he had a feeling that Steve was going to explore preg-sex with his daddy lover more now. He thought of calling Ferris that night to meet up. But his stud service schedule was packed. This week he was doing seven, one each night. He enjoyed the work, but it was feeling like work. Performance on command, and he found that sex was becoming more about blowing and going than making love. It made the longer weekend morning sessions with Doug and Dad more special, he decided. He needed the money. And the guy who came by the house was real good looking. Tall at 6'6" and slender, with a friendly face and a lot of gray in his chestnut-brown hair. An oil executive who's just moved to Cornell and gone through the changes. "Lee Stenwell," he greeted Jake with a strong handshake. "I hear you're the best in town, and I figure why not start the best." He was nervous at the prospective deflowering but also carried the natural confidence of a CEO. "Yessir, you won't be disappointed, sir," Jake said. "Why don't you come back to my room, Mr. Stenwell?" The man's nervousness doubled as he saw the king bed and sat on it. "I've never done anything like this before. You're gonna have to show me how, kid." Jake grinned. He loved newbies, particularly when they were in their 50s like Stenwell here. Slowly he stroked the man's face and watched him respond. The hormonal nature of the Changes were undeniable. Softly, Jake kissed Stenwell, feeding off the way this older, more experienced man succumbed to the teen's seduction. The man's groans were deep as they made out and Jake maneuvered his tall frame back on the bed, deft fingers undoing one after another of the dress shirt buttons. "Aw, ung," Lee hissed as the teen Breeder's tongue latched on his nipple and traced along his hairy chest. Before coming to Cornell, he'd been a very sexual man, having an affair with his secretary as well as regular sex with his wife. But this felt different, being on the other end, having a man make love to him. The feel of Jake's lips on his was a welcome feeling once more, amping up the sexual urge inside him. He found himself thrusting his crotch up into Jake's. "Damn, you're ready, sir, aren't ya?" Jake's eyes twinkled as his hands went down to undo Stenwell's belt. "God yeah, kid, I need it bad," the executive hissed. He had a sense of Jake's prodigious cock size and it turned him on. "I want you to ram your dick right into me." Jake couldn't work fast enough. He peeled down the man's trousers, then the boxers. Stenwell had a good sized cock for a Bearer, he decided, but his attention was on the man's hungry hole. In one fell swoop he lifted the man's legs up and started eating out his hairy ass. Jake knew from experience that Bearers often pleaded with you to get right down to fucking but that foreplay was what made the sex even more amazing for them. He had Stenwell whimpering and leaking all over his hairy stomach. "Please, sir, I need your cock, man." His normally confident voice was hoarse. Jake kissed up along the man's body, and along his neck. The older man's arms wrapped around the teen's body, holding it tightly. Their lips connected and just then Stenwell felt his ass get violated with hard, fat leaking dick. "Ugh!" he moaned excitedly into Jake's mouth as he got fucked for the first time. That Breeder prick bore deep, too, filling up the man from the inside. Jake leaned up, holding the man's legs apart and placing them on his shoulders as he started thrusting inside, for his pleasure of for Stenwell's ."You're a hot daddy, sir," Jake breathed. He was glad this one was more than a quick pump but a nice connection with an older man. "Oh God," Lee whimpered as his first ejaculation started dribbling on his torso, then spurting and firing. Jake met his moans with deep grunts as he fired his impregnating seed inside the man. He didn't slow down, since he was determined for a second go inside this amazing as. As the teen fucked away, a big smile crossed Stenwell's face as he leaned back in the pillow, relaxed. Letting the Breeder have his pleasure. "You did it, didn't ya, son? Put a baby in me?" *** Mr. Stenwell pulled out his wallet and fished out a handful of bills. "Here... this is double the agreed fee, but you were amazing, kid." He pressed the stud fee in Jake's hand, who gratefully accepted it, and shook the exective's hand deferentially. "The pleasure was mine, sir. I hope to see you around Cornell." "You bet." Jake poured himself a scotch. It was his one indulgence, and one he'd grown fond of at the Lodge. He was at the kitchen table doing spreadsheets for the next hour. Between his savings account and the two houses, he calculated his family had enough for the venture he planned. Stan walked in, bare chested. He had just fucked Daniel and was cooling off, looking for a frosty beer to make his evening perfect. Well, almost perfect. For all his fun exploring his new sexual side he still craved his son's cock in him. Especially knowing he'd ovulate soon. But he'd made peace with Jake's stud service schedule. "What ya doing, Jake?" he asked, giving his son's tight shoulders a gentle massage. Jake looked up. "What do you think about us and Doug and Marshall selling the two houses and building one out by Red Rocks?" Stan wasn't sure where this was coming from but he did sense Jake would want to merge the households. "It's kind of far out, isn't it?" He patted Jake lovingly, "but you're man of the house, so whatever you decide is great." He popped the beer can open and took a well-deserved sip. Since Jake had stepped up to take charge of the household, Stan had certainly felt less stress in his life. He sometimes felt guilty, like he was unloading it all on his son. But Jake seemed to accept the responsibility. "I got a plan, Dad. It's real big," Jake was clearly excited. "You want me to show you?" "Sure," Stan said, pulling up a chair to sit beside his son. "No, I mean take you out past Red Rock." "Tonight?" Stan had looked forward to a relaxing evening at home. "Come on, Dad, I'll make it worth your while." Jake pulled the fabric of his shorts tight, showing off his big erection. "I like the way my husband sweet talks me," Stan chuckled. "We're not husbands yet," Jake corrected. "Next week," Stan said, his chest poked out proudly. "I can't wait." "Me either, sir," Jake said. "All right, let me put on some proper clothes." Jake stopped. "No need, sir. We're gonna be taking them off when we get there anywhere." Stan took a swig and set down his can, half drunk. "Damn, you're gonna have me ready for it. Let's go." The rural drive felt even more isolated at night, but by now Jake knew the way by heart. It reminded him of their first drive down to Cornell. He mentioned that to his dad. Stan agreed. "Funny how a lot changes in a year and a half. Our roles reversed." Jake nodded, turning the steering wheel at the final turn off. "I knew then that I wanted this, I just didnt know how. I couldn't imagine what would happen here, Dad." "I think deep down I must have wanted this, too. Hard to imagine any other life now, huh kiddo?" "Yes, sir." The car slowed down. "All right we're here." "Damn it's beautiful out here," Stan said, getting out of the car and surveying the lake glittering in the moonlight. "Is that why you want to move out here?" "Mostly another reason, Dad," Jake said cagily. He started peeling off his clothes. "Come on, let's get in." Stan followed Jake's lead excitedly. His son's nude body was a masterpiece of youth, and he couldn't believe he was going to marry this young stud so soon. They swam and waded about fifteen minutes, finally settling into a part where the water met their chest. "You feel it?" Jake asked. "Feel what?" Stan replied. "Give it another minute." The two were silent and Stan wasn't sure what they were waiting for. Then it shot through him. Feelings that were both familiar and unexpected. Which he hadn't felt since Matt Adams took his cherry. "I'm ovulating," Stan said aloud in night air. "Damn." Jake's hands were on him now. Kissing him, humping him. His hands gripping his dad's meaty cheeks, signaling his desire. Stan turned around and grunted as Jake positioned his cock and entered him. His boy was hung, really hung and the entry was never easy. It was now, it was like every fiber of his body was accepting this Breeder cock inside him. "Fuck me, Jake. Make us a baby." "Oh Dad, I've been wanting this so bad. You, me, making another Markham baby." "I knew you'd be here when it happened. My egg ready for my son's sperm." Jake's lips kissed Stan's salty neck as he thrust in and shot his potent seed. Stan arched his ass back against the spasming prick, determined to get the injection as deep as possible inside. The extra penetration made him cum, too, his body jerking as Jake held him tight from behind. The two Markhams kissed as Stan turned around. Jake might want to fuck him again, he realized but he wanted to kiss the father of his next baby first. "How'd you know I'd go in Heat, son?" he finally asked. "It's the lake, Dad. It's special, the radioactivity..." Stan didn't know exactly what Jake was talking about but as the 17 year old Breeder edged his middle-aged bod to the shore, he let Jake take the lead. As Jake lifted his legs and entered his hole again, Stan was glad he had such a smart, enterprising, and well-hung son. ****** Aaron woke up in the middle of the night. Truth be told, he couldn't sleep. His hole itched and ached. Feeling empty. He knew what this need was now. His young body going through heat. Only it had been a while and Aaron had forgotten how intense the feeling was. How he wished he was over at Mitch's right then. But he quickly knew what he had to do. Quietly he got out of bed and walked down the hall to the master bedroom. Both Stan and Doug were in that king-sized bed with Jake. He didn't want to either man, but he needed this. That big Breeder bone that poked up in the sheets as Jake slept. His little brother, all man now. Especially where it counted. Aaron's hole ached thinking about it. Casually he reached back and poked his fingers in his teenjock gash, now liquid with Bearer juice. He could smell his own pheromones emanating from the dilating pucker. He decided to waste no more time. Gingerly, he crawled on the bed, and peeled down the covers. Fuck, his brother's dick was amazing. Giant, turgid, powerful. It was hot and moist in Aaron's palm as he pried it upright and in position. The football jock gasped at the penetration. Jake was bigger than Mitch by an inch or so. And Aaron wanted it so bad right then. Relaxing his internal muscles he let his weight drop his butt down to Jake's crotch. He couldn't help let out a soft moan and toss his head back. His brother was such a stud, and the penetration felt so right. Slowly he raised up and went back down on the cock. When he nodded his head back down he saw Jake awake and smile, his younger brother's hands traveling up Aaron's bare torso to tease his nipples. "That's it, big bro," he whispered. "Let me take care of ya." "Damn Jakey," Aaron moaned, unable to believe the emotions welling up in him. "Fuck me, bro." Jake was doing just that, thrusting steadily inside A's hot ass. "Like that, A?" Aaron nodded, excitedly. "Yes, more. Please." He got more than he asked for as Jake started pummeling his brother's hole, making the young stud hold on to Jake's upper body to steady himself from the onslought "It's gonna be incest babies all around in the Markham house," Jake said, getting more and more excited. Stan had roused awake and was now watching the family breed session taking place. "Oh yeah," he hissed, leaning over to kiss Jake, who responded excitedly, making out with his father while fucking his brother. "You want another grandkid, Dad? Maybe he can play with the one that's in your belly now. Fuck!" Jake came inside with one heavy potent cum. The idea sent Aaron off into his own orgasm, which Stan proceeded to catch with his hungry mouth. As they came down and made out, Jake stroked Aaron's bare belly, imagining the life that would be forming and growing inside his brother. "I gotta break the news to McPherson," he said, "But fuck that was worth it, A." ****** A few weeks later, four men gathered in the Elks Lodge. It wasn't the usual Thursday night poker games but a special meeting Jake Markham had called. Around the fireplace, General Portis, Mitch McPherson, and the town's mayor Darrell Jones sat curious why Jake had called them there but sure the teenager wouldn't have done so on a whim. "Thanks for coming, gentlemen," Jake began. "I know I'm relatively new to Cornell and to Breederhood, so I respect the hell out of you guys and thank you doing me a favor." "Mitch says you have some sort of plan," The General said, leaning back in the upholstered chair and sipping his favorite scotch. "Yes, sir. It's a big idea, real big, so hear me out. I'll need all of you men's help to pull it off." Jake then explained his idea: a hotel development near Lake Attahachee, which was fed by an artesian spring from radioactive rocks. The increased radioactive levels would accelerate the Changes in men visiting, down to a time frame of a day or two, even hours for those who swam in the lake. Irrigation canals would expand the effective area to allow for a massive tourist complex. "I've been using my savings to buy up parcels of land all around the lake, all the way to Red Rock. Doug has been helping me with the real estate side of things," Jake explained. "I've dumped all my savings and need some capital for construction and promotion. Also, my plan was to have each of you men's expertise." He explained that Mitch would be responsible for overseeing design and construction of the complex, the General would help secure tourist permits to Cornell's restricted zone, and the Mayor would help get the roads paved and get the chamber of commerce behind the project to market it and Cornell. "What's in it for us?" Darrell was a African American man who still cut a handsome, buff figure at his 55 years. One of the original Cornell residents, he was cautious about changes to his hometown but also wanted to see Cornell prosper. "After all that's a lot of money for an untested plan." Jake smiled. "A 25 percent cut. And I've actually tested it. You remember Kevin Murray?" Darrell smiled. He had never encountered a newbie to Cornell so hot and eager for his first breeding. Then it occurred to him. "You mean...?" Jake nodded. "You guys ever wondered how the Murrays went through their changes in 48 hours? I took them down for a dip in that lake when they got to town." Markham reminisced at how hungry the Murray father's hole was to be violated for the first time. One of his top 10 fucks, hands down. "That's another benefit, men. Once this complex is up and running, I'm thinking we'll have about 1000 men coming through Cornell each week. That's as much virgin, fertile ass as you can handle." "Ha, count me in, buddy!" Mitch chimed in, his cock a ramrod rigid crowbar in his jeans. General Portis was thinking of the implications. "This would mean I'd have hundreds of Portis children around the country." "Thousands eventually," Jake added. "Pretty soon, Portis, McCannon, Jones, and Markham will be the most common last names in the country. Darrell Jones grinned. He liked the idea a lot. "What about the other Breeders?" Portis asked. "Oh yeah, they'll get in on plenty of the action. But as lead investors we get first dibs." "To first dibs," Mitch said, toasting his brother-in-law, and all the men raised their glass, now eager to sign on.