Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2017 12:35:18 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cornell TX ch. 5

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.


The title is an homage to Max Mann's classic muscle transformation story
"Musclove, TX."

This story is another venture into male impregnation (mpreg) fantasy, with
a futuristic sci-fi spin. It's a longer tale, told in parts. Thanks to
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Cornell, Texas
Bill Drake

In the future, 16 years after the Conflict....


Chapter 5

When Jake got home that day he saw Mr. Kelly out mowing his lawn,
shirtless, his belly looking even rounder and more enlarged than even a
couple of days ago.

When Mr. Kelly saw the neighbor boy walking over he stopped the mower.

"You shouldn't be doing that sir, not in your condition."

"It's fine, Jake,"

The young man was having none of Mr. Kelly's assurances. "I'll go get
changed and be back. Mow your lawn for you."

Doug Kelly had to admit it was nice to have the help. He was able bodied
and strong but carrying like he did took a lot of energy out of him. While
Jake mowed, he weeded and trimmed along the hedges. He couldn't help but
watch the young man, though, his lithe body sweating as he did the chore
shirtless. Most guys would find Jake's older brothers to be hotter... more
muscular, more jock-ish, more mature in their body development. But
something about Jake really turned Doug on. It was why he'd been so
standoffish this last week, despite the youngest Markham's obvious
attention. Stan was afraid of letting his dick do the thinking for him.

But seeing Jake finish up and wheel the mower back, his 16 year old body
sweaty, his blond hair matted down with sweat, the young muscles fully
toned with the exertion, he threw caution out the window.

"Was thinking of taking a dip in the pool. Any interest?" he called out.

Doug delighted in seeing Jake's face light up in excitement, but then the
teen looked worriedly over his shoulder. He was clearly wondering if he
should, whether his father would wonder where he'd gone.

"Come on, you deserve it after the hard work," Doug encouraged him. He
wasn't sure what he was angling for, but the mere presence of the young man
kept him from thinking straight.

"All right, sir," Jake smiled as Mr. Kelly took the mower and wheeled it to
the back yard.

"Here," Doug said as he walked back out with a swimsuit in his hand. "You
can wear one of Marshall's." He himself was wearing only a snug pair of
speedo-style lycra trunks made even tighter by his extra pregnancy
weight. His belly was like a firm hairy beach ball, sticking out from his
muscular DILFy bod.

"Thanks, sir," Jake said as he took the trunks in one hand as his other
started undoing his jeans. Just when he thought his middle-aged neighbor
couldn't look any hotter, he was awestruck at Mr. Kelly's bared body, the
huge girth of his middle with the big round baby swell sticking out over a
full pouch of the speedos. No way was he gonna be able to keep his dick
down, and as he kicked off his jeans sure enough he was starting to bone
up, his teen dick fully recharged from fucking Mr. Freeman earlier that
afternoon.  Jake swallowed hard as he ran his fingers through the elastic
of his briefs. "Though if it's OK, sir, I may just go skinny dipping." With
a deep hope, he tugged down the briefs and stood there, erect in front of
his suburban-dad neighbor.

Doug gulped. He knew this was coming, eventually, but he felt powerless and
out of control of the situation. "Yeah, sure," he breathed quietly and
stood quivering as the young man walked around him, giving him a quick pat
on the butt before jumping into the pool, making a big playful splash.

"Wow, feels awesome, Mr. K," Jake said as he bobbed up above the
surface. "You gotta get in."

Doug was feeling his own cock firm up in his trunks as he stepped gradually
into the water. He usually preferred to adjust to the coolness that way,
but mostly he enjoyed the Markham kid's eyes plastered on his hairy bod as
he entered the pool.

"You look real hot, Mr. Kelly," Jake said, quieter now, as he treaded water
and watched the pregnant belly just start to submerge beneath the surface.

A question pestered at Doug, it had been in the back of his mind this last
week. "How long you been interested in men, Jake?" He slipped into the
water further, feeling it cover his pregnant swell and tickle the bottom of
his nips. With a gentle push of his legs he swam into the deeper water,
closer tow Jake.

"Like forever, sir," the teen said, a little breathless and excited to see
the pregnant father swim toward him. "I've been too afraid to tell my Dad."

Doug stopped a few feet from Jake, treading water and looking at the young
man with a concerned expression. "I think your Dad would be understanding,"
he said, and added, "but I get why you're nervous telling him. He grew up
in a different generation, like me."

"Yes, sir." For some reason, despite the seriousness of the conversation,
Jake had never felt harder, more erect. His cock throbbed in the pool water
and seemed to get impossibly harder as Mr. K looked at him with a look he
couldn't place. Fatherly affection. Sympathy. Lust. "You must have come to
terms with it, Mr. Kelly," Jake finally croaked out. Carefully he inched a
little closer...
 
Doug nodded, his own dick erect as a crowbar in his trunks. "It took me a
while to get my head around it. I don't how much your father has told you,
but your body changes in this town."

"He's told me some, sir, but not the details."

Doug bit his lip. "You should hear it from him." But he couldn't help but
reach out his arm a little and graze Jake's firm young body.

It was getting dusk now, and Jake felt it more than saw. As if that was the
cue he was looking for, the young man wrapped his arm around Mr. Kelly,
drawing the two men closer, and bumping Doug's pregnant belly against his
own flat midsection. "Please, Mr. K.," he urged. "Dad won't mind me
knowing. I know he won't."

Doug relented. "After two or three weeks, all the men in Cornell undergo a
transformation."

"They can get pregnant, right? Start bearing kids?" Jake knew that much and
had surmised some too.

Doug nodded. "Most can. Over 95 percent of us."

"But some can't?" Jake hadn't heard this part, and all of a sudden he was
concerned he wouldn't be going through the changes.

Mr. Kelly paused. He was about to beg off, to insist that Jake's dad tell
him the rest. But the young man's hand was now caressing the small of his
back, working fingers along the top of his ass, where the edge of the
trunks were. It melted his resistance. "The others become Breeders. They're
more potent and able to get the rest of us pregnant."

Jake took in the information, turned on but still trying to process
it. "You think I'm...?"

"Too soon to know, Jake," Doug answered. "It'll be another week or two
before you go through the changes."

It was as if Jake felt blue balls coming on instantly. "You mean I gotta
wait longer to do this?" he asked, nervously putting his hand on Doug's
erect crotch.

The man gasped and instinctively gripped one of Jake's nude shoulder while
he felt the kid's hard cock touch his leg. "I don't know if we oughta,
Jake..."

Hungrily Jake leaned forward and kissed his neighbor, letting his tongue
tease the man's lips before slipping inside the receiving open mouth. All
of a sudden Doug's trunks felt super tight on him his cock was so hard and
thankfully, he felt Jake's fingers peel them down. He moaned as they
embraced and the teen's hands explored his hard, middle-aged butt cheeks
and deep into the ass cleft before returning to the man's front to explore
the hefty baby bump.

"You're so beautiful, Mr. K. THIS," he said as he rubbed the belly, "is so
beautiful." The two looked into each others eyes with heated lust before
they met again for a quick kiss. "You know, Mr. Kelly, I've jacked off
thinking of you."

"Fuck..." Doug whispered.

"Thinking of what it would be like to be the father of your baby." He
immediately added, semi-apologetically, "I don't mean any disrespect, sir,
to you or the baby's father. It's just hot thinking about it."

Doug blushed hot and felt guilty. Like he was betraying his son Keith,
who'd knocked him up in such a tender, loving sex marathon several months
back. But Keith was away, at school, and it had been so long...

They were kissing again, and Doug felt helpless as Jake maneuvered his way
behind the man, wrapping his arms around his torso and resting them
lovingly on Doug's big stomach. The way Jake was kissing along his neck and
rubbing his belly, and the hardness of the Markham kid's cock in his ass
cleft drove him wild. But he sensed soon that Jake was trying to push his
way in.

Doug stopped him. "You're gonna need lube first. Why don't we take it
indoors?"

"Yeah?" Jake grinned, so happy this was gonna happen.

The men got out of the pool, dripping wet and padded over to the sliding
doors of the kitchen. Jake entered first, as Doug closed the door behind
them, and when he turned around he saw his neighbor rifling through the
kitchen cabinets.

"There's gotta be something in here we can use. Some cooking oil, maybe? Ah
here," Jake pulled out a canister of Crisco, beaming ear to ear as he
plopped the lid off and scooped out three fingers full of white
grease. "This oughta do, right, Mr. K?"

Doug was a little shocked. "Can't we wait till we get up to my room?
Marshall might walk in for fuck's sake."

But his eyes were drawn to the teen's erection. It looked even bigger and
more menacing than he'd realized in the pool. And as Jake smeared a little
on his cock and let the heat melt it into a slick sheen, well, that prick
looked hotter than anything he could remember, next to his own son's cock
the night of their breeding.

"Come on, Kelly, I gotta fuck you. Bad." It was the first time Jake had
addressed the older man without a "mister" or any form of politeness. "Come
on, get on all fours and I can prep you."

Doug just hoped they could get it over. So crazy, doing this with Marshall
upstairs. But he knelt down carefully, his pregnant weight making these
things more difficult. Looking up at Jake in a silent challenge, as if to
say, "This better be good, kid," he leaned forward and braced his upper
body with his arms.

Jake grinned and got down on his knees, feeling the hairy cleft and rubbing
the Crisco along it, especially along the dad pucker. He penetrated, first
one finger, then two. Doug moaned.

"You like that, man?" he teased, adding another, probing deep and twisting
the fingers inside the snug dad hole.

Doug bit his lip from crying out. He was gonna tell Markham to slow down,
but somehow the kid knew when to let up, to be gentler before jamming back
in, sending waves of pleasure-pain throughout Doug Kelly's middle-aged bod.

Jake took his time greasing Doug's hole and opening it up, so Mr. Kelly was
surprised by the suddenness by which the fingers were replaced with a
large, throbbing cock, which bored directly into his guts.

"Oof!" he grunted, holding steady but by now the pleasure-pain was pure
pleasure.

"So tight, sir," Jake murmured, pulling back his hips and powering another
thrust in. "Hot pregnant daddy. You're perfect Mr. Kelly, I can't believe
I'm fucking you." He leaned forward and once again his hands were exploring
Doug's hairy front, particularly his belly. If anything it made him fuck
harder and more impetuously. "I'd love to get you pregnant, sir, if I
can. When you've had this one, I wanna be next to knock you up. Have you
walk around ready to bear my kid. Aw fuck!"

Jake couldn't hold back any more and spermed the insides of Mr. Kelly's
guts, while the man let go of his own cock and felt the hands-free orgasm
send shots of his sperm to the kitchen floor.

They uncoupled and Jake scooted up to kiss Doug hard with an appreciative
tongue-heavy kiss. "Thanks, Mr. K, that was unbelievable."

"Yeah, for me, too," he breathed, he leaned up, not yet having the energy
to stand up.

Jake got to his feet, standing with a trace of pride in his stance. He
nodded down at his hard cock. "I haven't gone down a bit. I think my little
man wants another round. Here..." he said, reaching out to hoist Doug up to
his feet. His greasy hands were again on the man's furry pregnant
stomach. "I didn't go too hard on you sir, did I? I know you have to take
it easy if you're pregnant."

Doug laughed. "You did good, kid. The best."

The two met in a kiss, slower this time, as Jake caressed Doug's meaty
body. "Was I better than him?" Jake finally asked.

"Who?"

"The baby's daddy."

"That's not fair, Jake," Doug sighed.

"Come on, Mr K, I gotta know. It's OK, I can handle the truth. I want to
learn how to be better."

The sincerity bowled Doug over. He shook his head no. "You're good, Jake,
but no one does it like my son."

Jake's eyes lit up as that sunk in. "Damn! Marshall fucked you?"

"No, my other boy. Keith. He's away at college. He's a Breeder." Doug
wasn't sure he should share, but something about Jake's admiration made him
open up.

"You think he'd do me, too? After I go through the changes, I mean? You
know, get me pregnant?" Jake's imagination was running wild now.

Doug smile, "I'm pretty sure he would. But," he added reaching down and
grabbing Jake's still rigid boner, "there's a good chance you're gonna be a
Breeder, Jake."

"You think so?"

"I've never seen anyone horned up like you before the changes, so hard to
say. But yeah, it's a possibility."

"God, I'd be happy either way. It's all such a crazy turn on," he
mused. "Mr. Kelly? You think we can go again? Right now?"

Doug knew he should say no. This kid was still in high school and it was
getting late. But he'd forgotten how good it was to get laid and truth be
told he was still horny. His dadprick poked up against his pregnant
gut. "Let's take this one up to my room, Markham."

Jake smiled as Mr. Kelly took his hand and led him down the hall.

***

Up in his bedroom, Marshall had stripped down on his bed and was working a
greased, sizable dildo into his hungry hole as he jacked off to porn. He
had headphones on so he almost didn't hear the noises. But they got louder
and when the young Kelly boy pulled the headphone off he could hear plain
as day. His father was getting fucked down the hall.

"Go, Dad!" Marshall thought as he smiled in satisfaction. Since his father
had gotten pregnant he hadn't dated anyone or even gotten any action to his
knowledge. Marshall leaned back and spread his legs, feeling his smaller
baby bump ride up a little as he repositioned the fake cock and pushed back
in. That's the ticket. He masturbated as he listened to the men's grunts
get louder and then they were yelling in orgasm, and all of a sudden
Marshall Kelly felt the hot spurts of his teen cum smack against his face.
Then another. His hole constricted tightly, causing his nuts to seize up
again with a volley.

He grabbed a tissue and wiped off and turned off the porn. He lay back on
the bed, happy his Dad was getting some but a little disappointed he wasn't
on the receiving in on what sounded like a hot fuck. He couldn't wait until
his big brother Keith came home from college.