Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2018 16:53:50 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cornell, TX ch 16 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.... 16 Doug Kelly's business had really picked up since he'd moved in with Jake. The Markham man was well-regarded in town and Cornell was abuzz with excitement over Jake's planned complex at Lake Attahachee, which was coming along nicely. If everything went on schedule, it would open in two months, after the wedding and after Doug's delivery. For now, it seemed more people were already moving to the town and Doug was getting more and more referrals. He suspected half of them just wanted him to talk about Jake, since the Attahachee project was still shrouded with some mystery. Today was one of those busy days. Twenty showings. Doug smiled as he thought of the satisfaction he'd have handing over the commission checks to Jake. That had been one of his favorite parts of this new domestic arrangement, letting Jake take care of the big things. He was amazed the 17 year old was so smart and responsible. The realtor fixed his tie and walked into his car to get to his next appointment. He was showing now, with a round stomach that stuck out past his dress slacks. He loved how Jake responded to his growing belly. In another two weeks, at the wedding, he'd be entering the final month, which was Jake's favorite time, the time when the pregnancy got heavy and huge. Doug loved seeing Jake turned on, but he liked month seven much better. He was big enough to really show off his baby swell but not so big to find getting around uncomfortable. The thought of his baby's father made Doug grow hard. He wanted to hear Jake's voice, so he pulled out his phone and dialed. His future husband was no longer at school, getting his diploma by correspondence instead. Jake's days were spent at Attahachee, supervising the mega development and running the business affairs. "Hi Doug," Jake answered, "What's up?" "Hey stud," he greeted Jake. "Busy day here, just wanted to hear your voice." "You're hearing, it, Doug," Jake laughed. "I am," Doug smiled. "It's making me hard." "I have a feeling you were hard before you called me," Jake guessed. "Guilty," Doug admitted. "You know what I'm like at 7 months. And the idea I got your kid growing inside me.... fuck!" He was openly pawing his crotch as he stood next to his car. "You wanna come over for an afternoon quickie?" "I got an appointment now, damnit. But I think I have a free spot at 2:00." "That'd be awesome, sir. I got a pretty big bone myself." "All right, I'll hurry this one up and get over there." **** The plans for Attahachee were ambitious. Three high-rise hotels circling the flat edge of the lake, each with a circulation system to pump water up through the units to increase the radiation exposure. Jake Markham had first built a house on the opposite shore, overlooking the complex. He now used it as his office for supervising it all. The first hotel had been built and was nearing its opening. Already construction crews started on the second tower. "Looking good," Doug called out as he sauntered up to where Jake was talking to one of the foremen, giving instructions. "Hey," Jake said, excited to see his man. "Yeah, the guys are doing a bang-up job. We'll be ready to open in three weeks. Right after the honeymoon," Jake winked. He gave a nod to the foreman, a nonverbal cue that he wanted some one-on-one time with his fiancé. "Yeah?" Doug said, stepping up into Jake's arms. "You still haven't told us what we're doing for our honeymoon." "That's because it's a surprise," Jake teased, meeting Doug in a hot kiss. That teen's kiss could always melt Doug, make his older, firm body go limp in Jake's arms. "How's our little guy doing in here," Jake asked as his hands rubbed Doug's pregnant belly. "He's gonna be a healthy one, I know. Big too," he added. "I'm already bigger than I was with Ellen," he referred to his and Keith's baby. Impatiently, Jake's hands were fumbling with Doug's belt, which made the older man tense up. "Here?" he asked. Jake shrugged. "Why not? They know I'm fucking you." He lunged again for a kiss, melting some of Doug's resistance. Already the trousers were being pulled down and Doug's boxer shorts with them. The man was erect but nervous still as Jake's warm hands caressed his exposed buttocks, digging into the hairy crack. "I thought you said you were gonna take care of my needs whenever I wanted," Jake reminded him. "I will," Doug answered, excited to feel the Breeder's fingers digging deeper, finding his hole. "Oh fuck, Jake!" he moaned as the first digit breached him. "You're a horny bitch, sir," Jake moaned, his lips attacking Doug's thick neck. "My pregnant man gonna put out for me?" Doug couldn't speak but he let Jake turn him around. He heard the rustle of Jake undoing his own zipper and felt the spurt of the teen's pre-sap coating his pucker. Then the entry. Not rushed but insistent. Right there in the parking lot, in view of the workers, Doug Kelly was getting his afternoon fuck. "Fuck me Jake!" he urged. "Remind me who knocked me up." Jake's giant cock was now boring into him faster, and deeper, as he held on to Doug's hips for leverage. "You gonna think twice before saying no next time, sir?" His right hand reached up to caress Doug's baby bump. "I'm gonna be your husband, Jake. You can fuck me whenever you want. Whenever you get horny. I'll be yours to use..." The idea got the best of Doug and he went into a heavy, full-body orgasm, spurting his semen all over the gravel in the parking lot. "Fuck!" Jake announced as his cock started discharging deep inside Doug. His lithe teen body slumped against the man as he caught his breath. This ejaculation had been a particularly heavy one. Since working next to the lake, it seemed his seminal production had grown heavier, and need to come more frequent. "Thanks, I needed that." He backed away and Doug steadied himself, pulling his trousers back up. He'd be leaking something awful, but there was no towel in sight to wipe down. "Yeah, me too. If this is what I'm like at 7 months, I can't imagine what month 8 is gonna be like." "I like you horny Mr. Kelly," Jake said, tucking his cock back in. "Only a couple of weeks left of me being Mr. Kelly," Doug reminded him. "Less than a couple." Jake smiled. "Listen, I gotta get back to work. But see you tonight, sir." The two kissed and Doug got back in his car, in time to make his 3 o'clock appointment. The foreman came up to meet Jake again, a knowing grin on his face. His own stomach was impregnated with the Markham kid's baby, and he got a kick out of seeing Jake's libido in action. "Where were we?" Jake asked with a wink. "Talking about the pumping system. But I thought I'd let you know, Mr. Markham, that one of our new workers is going through the changes. One of the younger guys from Midland." Ken, the foreman, knew if the man was late 30s or older, he wouldn't even ask, but just led the virgin Bearer to his boss. Jake gave a half-minute thought. "I think it's Darrell's turn," he replied. "How young?" "Late 20s. Strapping guy, tall too." "Darrell likes 'em younger. Portis, too. I'll call Mitch over here," Jake thought aloud, and punched out a quick text message to his friend and business partner. *** It was over a week later when the Breeders gathered in the Elks Lodge. General Portis gave Jake a friendly slap on the back. "You better have followed our instructions, Markham." Jake nodded, his whole body on edge from a major case of blue balls. "I did, you bastards. A week without getting off is torture." Mitch felt bad for his buddy, he could only imagine what it would feel like going without release that long. "It'll make tonight that much better, Jake," he said. "We wanted your bachelor party to be incredible." The first part of the evening was like many a nights of camaraderie at the Lodge. Whiskey, poker, talk about recent conquests, teasing the guys who'd fallen in love with one of their Bearers. Portis could see Jake was getting a good buzz on, when he told all the men to go to the next room, where one chair was set up in the middle. The men guided Jake to sit down, and they handcuffed his wrists behind the back. "No touching the merchandise," Steve Preston joked. "I think you guys just like torturing me," Jake laughed. "When's the party part of the evening gonna start anyway?" His cock throbbed heavy in his jeans, forming an obscene ridge and a huge wet spot. If he didn't get release soon, he was going to go crazy. "How many kids have you fathered Jake?" Portis asked as he stood behind the bachelor of honor and squeezed his shoulders. "Three hundred?" "Three hundred seventy-two," Jake answered proudly. "That I know of." "Well tonight you're gonna add a good fifteen to that count." "Fuck," the teen exclaimed, his excitement building. "First things first," Darrell said. "Before we get to the breeding, we gotta warm up your engines." "I think they're already warmed up, fellas," Jake said, spreading his legs to try to accommodate his aching erection. "You try going without sex for a week." The men chuckled and then grew quiet as the study door opened and in stepped in the first Bearer. John Ferris, the daddy cop that Jake and Mitch had tag teamed. He was wearing his uniform, head to toe, complete with cap, utility belt and nightstick. "I hear someone's getting married," his deep voice boomed as he stepped in and up toward Jake's chair. "Fuck!" Jake growled, horny at the sight. He knew Ferris was going to have twins, his and Mitch's, but he hadn't seen the man in a couple of months and was in awe of how big and round the man's belly was. Huge, protruding, mega-beach ball size that stuck way out between the open flaps of the dark blue uniform shirt. "I seem to remember you and your buddy left some powerful seed in me one night," the cop said, slowly unbuttoning the remaining buttons of his shirt and pulling it half off, exposing the silver hair on his chest and belly and most off all his huge pregnant mass. "I guess those fertility pills worked, huh, Jake?" Jake wanted nothing more than to reach out and feel John's impressive belly but his hands were constrained behind him. Ferris teasingly stepped up and placed his stomach right at Jake's face level. The young Markham stud leaned forward and nuzzled his face against the firm pregnant stomach and then started licking the exposed flesh, turned on beyond belief. "How far are you along?" "Almost nine months," the 54 year old said proudly. "These babies are gonna drop soon." He peeled off his shirt entirely so that he was nude from the waist up, the swell extending way over this belt and trousers. Steadying himself with his hands on Jake's shoulders he leaned down and met his Breeder with a hot, smouldering kiss, which made all the men cheer. "I can't wait for you to put two more in me when I'm ready," John teased, leaning back up and showing off his body. "Think you can do that, stud?" "Fuck yeah," Jake growled. "You wanna fuck me now?" Ferris teased by pulling his trouser zipper down slowly. "God yeah." Jake loved fucking men in their late stage of pregnancy but he'd never boned a guy knocked up with twins and certainly not one whose stomach was so obscenely round as Officer Ferris. The cop removed his hands though and stood, arms at his side, showing off for Jake. "Maybe later, stud," he winked. "Use that precious seed of your first." With that the door opened again and in walked four men. Dave Meltzer, the tall, handsome, DILF 47-year old banker. Craig Carter, the beefy but young-looking blond, green-eyed 44-year-old insurance salesman. And Jose Rodriguez, a 5'10" handsome and hairy utilities worker. Brad Boles, a 40 year old policeman, looked very much like his son Adam, big and stocky and pale complected. These were the fathers of the football players Jake and Steve had boned out by Lake Attahachee. Each were wearing just fluffy cotton bathrobes. "Our boys are already knocked up," Mr. Banes said, "So they sent us instead." "We hear you know how to get the job done right," Mr. Rodriguez said. "Oh he does," Mr. Meltzer chimed in. "Got me knocked up on the first try last year. Worth every penny of his stud fee." "I regretted I was already pregnant when he fucked me, " Mr. Carter added. "But I came so fucking hard when he was inside me." Dave stepped up and met Jake in a kiss while Craig crouched down and started unzipping the teen's jeans, careful not to stimulate his sensitive cock too much. Jose was running his hands underneath the teen's T-shirt and feeling the lithe muscle, which had filled out considerably over the last year. He was now 18 and his body was showing the power and stature of adulthood. "I think Bachelor Boy gets to choose who he wants first," Craig said as he freed the prize cock from its confines. It was hard and veiny and dripping with juice. "Fuck, I want all of you," Jake breathed as he looked from one daddy to the next. "Mr. Rodriguez," he finally decided, picking the man he'd not fucked before. Jose smiled and stood up proudly. He undid the belt of the robe and let it fall to the floor. His body was surprisingly lean and toned, the result of intense workouts. The muscle was half-hidden behind tons of soft downy fur from neck to toe. A thick uncut cock poked up excitedly, pulling the foreskin back, but Jake had only a minute to take in the sight of Mr. Rodriguez's front before the man turned around to show off his even hairier backside. Jake's breathing grew shorter as he watched the man ever so slowly back up toward him and squat down. Hovering inches above that now-famous Markham erection, which quivered and throbbed. Jake wanted nothing more than to grab the man and skewer his daddy as on his cock. But the handcuffs held him immobile as Mr. Rodriguez slowly got into place to sit on the wet cocktip, and lowered himself just as slowly down on the pole. "Jesus Christ!" Jake exhaled in relief as he felt the snug sheath of that ass surround his horny pole. He'd been looking forward to this so much and now it was happening. Pretty soon Jose had sat completely in Jake's lap. "Pretty big, isn't he?" Craig asked. "I think I got Officer Ferris's nightstick buried in me," Jose grunted, enjoying the discomfort and pleasure of Jake's megacock inside him. "He shoot yet?" Mr. Banes asked. "Not yet." Jose then started rising up and down in a controlled rhythmic beat. It took maybe five stroked before Jake was grunting loudly and losing his inseminating load up inside the man. "Nice," Mr. Rodriguez said, cupping his abs as he dismounted. "My first Markham kid." Mr. Carter wasted no time in pulling off his robe and sitting down on Jake's still rigid cock, this time facing the young man as he bounced up and down. They kissed and mated, Craig as wild and turned on as Jake. "Put a baby in me, stud," the daddy cried lewdly. "Let me and my boy Kyle be pregnant with your kid at the same time." Jake remembered Kyle Carter and got off on the resemblance between father and son. Both Carter men really loved sex and weren't shy about vocalizing it. Jake now wished to hold off his quick orgasm but was still restrained. Pulse after pulse of Markham seed shot up into Craig Carter's fertile man womb. He had a smug, satisfied look on his face as he patted Brad's now bare back and urged the cop to take his place. For a big bruiser of a cop, Brad Boles was romantic in nature, kissing Jake softly and affectionately as he slid his big stocky body down on the teen. "I've had a big crush on you, Jake," the man admitted as they rutted at a controlled deliberate pace. "Yeah?" Jake's mouth curled up into a smile. Brad wasn't hot like his own dad or even Doug Kelly handsome, but the idea of this big daddy crushing out him flattered him. "Yessir. I'd be on patrol some days and hoping you'd notice me. Since you first came to Cornell, I've dreamed about having your baby." "There's a lot of Jake to go around," the teen answered. Then wanting more stimulation he ordered the big man, "Faster, yeah that's it. Bouncing that meaty ass on me, man. Gonna get me there if you keep doing that." Officer Banes was excited beyond belief. His dream coming true. "Please. Please, Jake." "No going back once I shoot," Jake announced. "I'll make you my Bearer." "Oh God." Hands free, the cop started spurting his seed all over Jake's shirt. He still had enough of his senses to feel the warm jets of potent juice spurt deep inside him. "That's number three!" Portis announced. "You up for your turn, Meltzer?" "Yeah, man," the mild mannered businessman and father of three announced, shedding his robe and getting on all fours in front of Jake. "Think you can undo those cuffs. I want to be mounted like a bitch." The minuted the cuffs were undone Jake sprang up and got into place between Mr. Meltzer's spread legs, spearing his hole with his still horny cock. "Fuck Mr M., I forgot how hot a screw you are." It was liberating to Jake to be able to take charge of the screwing, and he compensated by going even hard and heavier at it with Mr. Meltzer. Dave braced himself and took it, relishing Jake's youth and excitement and skill. His own prick dripped steadily onto the parquet floor until his orgasm came and his cock discharged his own seed. "Oh fuck, I'm knocking you up, Mr. M," Jake announced and his body grew rigid as he pumped the man full of jizz." The doors opened again, and each of the men's sons, now fully pregnant themselves, came out and joined the dads. "He's awesome dad, isn't he?" Adam Banes said digging his fingers into the wet seeded hole and pushing the trickles of Jake's sperm back into his father's fertile insides. Officer Banes didn't answer except to meet his son in an open-mouthed kiss. After breeding four men in a row, it was time for a break. The men poured another round of whiskey and their talk got lewder. The recently bred men and their sons were keyed up being in a room packed full of the town's Breeders and did the rounds blowing one man then the next. For the next activity, Mitch had Jake get back in the chair and blindfolded the young man of honor. Then one by one, Jake's past conquests gave him head. Not enough to get him off, but just to give a sample. Jake had to guess the man from his blow job technique. "Umm... that tonguework is familiar. And the pace, not too fast, just right. Not much suction. Mr. Stenson?" He guessed right about half of the time, but when the tenth man start going down on him, Jake knew the answer right away. "Mr. Freeman." Steve Freeman removed his mouth from Jake's cock and leaned up, letting his full chest and enlarged teat rest at Jake's lips. The young man didn't waste a second before he latched on and started sucking fresh milk from the man. Steve let him feed from one breast then the other before stepping back. "Now's the next activity," Portis announced. The blindfold was removed and one by one, a dozen men filled the room. All over 40, all with heaving chests. Some were pregnant, some recently delivered, but all were lactating. "Hope you worked up an appetite, Jake." "Fuck yes, General," Jake growled as he knelt on a pad that was provided to put his mouth at the right height. He made love to the male breasts, feeling their fullness, relishing the differences, some hairy some smooth, teasing the paps with his tongue, and drinking the milk. When he was done, Jake was really hard and ready to fuck again. He didn't ask for protocol but wrestled one of the milking men, Al Westerly, to the ground and started making out with the ovulating man. In a missionary position, Jake entered him and starting pumping toward his fifth impregnation of the day. After he came, he pulled out and leaned up, victorious. "Who's next," he roared, to cheers from the other men. "I put out a call at the base," Portis said. "To see who was ready for parenthood right now. I got an overwhelming response." At that, ten soldiers entered. The Army men were a range of ages and heights and body shapes, but all were nude except for dog tags, uniform cover on their head, and a jock strap. Mitch and Darrell laid down mats for the action. Jake was in heaven, rolling among the soldier flesh, fucking into one hole and the next. Lips connecting, hands on hard muscle flesh. Some orgasms came quickly, then others took time. The orgy took a couple of hours before Jake had bred each hole and gone back for seconds. Jake was worn after this, but his dick was still erect and dripping. "You say fifteen breeds? I think I got another one in me tonight, maybe two," he announced. Portis gave a nod and Coach Keller walked in. Pushing 60, ex-marine and gruff. He wore his coach's shorts and a Cornell High ball cap. His front showed his age but also was built hard and covered with silvery hair. Next to him was a man who looked very much like him, only a few years younger. "This is my brother Kevin. Kevin, this is Jake. He's getting married next week." "Nice to meet you Jake," the butch salt-and-pepper-haired man said as he met Jake Markham in a heavy kiss while his brother stripped down his shorts. It was now Coach Keller's turn to make out with Jake, then the two brothers kissed lustfully, romantically. "Miss having you around school, Jake." The coach said as he stepped behind Jake and watched the teen penetrate his brother. "Miss seeing you too, Coach," Jake growled as he enjoyed the more leisurely fuck and the feeling of being in a sandwich as Coach's arms circled his body. "You gonna make us both pregnant tonight, stud?" Coach's hands were massaging Jake's muscular front, feeling the muscle contractions as the young man pounded away. "Gonna make us yours?" "Yep, Coach, gonna do it. Right in your brother's ass, then yours. My seed's ready, sir." With that Jake huffed his way through another deep orgasm. He'd barely recovered from the wave of pleasure when he withdrew and turned around to attack the silver-haired man's mouth. "You're old enough to be my granddad," he grunted as his prick powered through the man's tight pucker, deep into his hole. "You wish you could fuck your granddaddy too?" Coach teased. "Knock him up like you did your Daddy? Maybe marry him too?" It was too much for Jake. He thought of his Granddad Mike and yeah, just then that's exactly what he wanted. His nut was one of the heaviest of the night. Afterward he enjoyed a slow make out session with the Keller brothers. "All right, fellas," Jake said as he got the energy to stand up. "I think I'm tapped out for the night." The party went on and one by one the men trickled out. The guys kept buying Jake shots, and he was getting drunker and drunker. Somehow, though, at 2 in the morning he realized he had a hard on. Again. Raring to go. Across the room, he saw Officer John Ferris, sitting on the leather sofa, his huge belly sticking out. Smiling at him. Knowing. Jake set down his beer. "Excuse me guys," he said and walked across the room for his final fuck of the evening.