Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2017 09:31:47 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cornell TX ch. 6 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 a4f101 for the encouragement and ideas. And thanks to all the readers who have written in after previous chapters. 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.... chapter 6 It was well past dark before Jake walked in the front door. The lights were off except from the glow of the television, which was muted silent. Stan sat in a stretched white T-shirt and boxer shorts. "You missed dinner," his voice said simply, with an unmistakable tinge of quiet anger. He'd been waiting up for a good hour past his military-early bed time. "Yeah, Dad, I'm sorry," Jake answered setting down his keys. Truth be told he was tired out from the sex and the long day and just wanted to go up to his room. "I'll just grab a bite from the fridge." The command in his father's voice stopped him. "I didn't ask what you wanted to do, I was reminding you that you missed dinner. I know things haven't been the same your mother passed, but I still expect my boys at the dinner table at 7 o'clock sharp. Understood?" "Yes, sir." "Jake..." "Sir?" "You're grounded. Two weeks. I want you home right after school. No computer, no phone in the evening." Jake felt a flash of indignant anger, then an emotional sting. Dan and A were the ones who got punished, not him. He'd always been the good kid, the one who followed the rules. "Yes, sir. I understand," he finally said meekly, a tear welling in his eye. "May I be excused, sir?" "Yes, Jake, you may." Stan Markham was sorry it has to come down to this, but the last week his youngest boy had been acting different. Less respectful. Stan was realistic, he knew the teenage years were a time of pulsing hormones and mood swings. And he'd come to expect it with the twins, who he had to discipline on occasion. But Jake, Jake was different. He was the one Stan could rely on. The boy had a slighter build than his brothers, preferring pickup games of soccer to organized sports and football, so Stan wasn't sure if his youngest was going to follow in his footsteps and go military. But he knew Jake could do what he put his mind to, and he knew that in many ways, his youngest boy was going to be the stand-up responsible one in the Markham family. He shook his head sadly and turned off the TV. He had a long day tomorrow. *** Stan was cutting the grass a couple days later when he saw his neighbor Doug Kelly walk toward him. He stopped the mower and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Hey Doug." "Hiya Stan, listen.. you got a moment?" "Yeah, sure. What is it?" "Look I don't want to intrude, but I want to apologize. What happened with Jake staying out late the other night, that was my fault." Stan felt an ire surge through his veins. "My boy been talking to you about being grounded?" Doug adopted a defensive posture. "I pried it out of him, Stan, honest, see I came over yesterday to ask if he'd help out on my lawn this summer. You know, while I'm carrying." He patted his stomach. "That's why he was out Monday. He'd offered to mow my lawn and wouldn't take any money for it, so I urged him to use my pool. I guess we lost track of the time." Doug Kelly felt a little low not being forthcoming with Stan, but his version of events was basically true, if incomplete. "You being level with me, Doug? Not just covering for him?" "Trust me, I get it, you need to lay down the law sometimes, and I'm not questioning your judgment. I just wanted you to know I hold myself responsible, too. And here," he said, pulling out an envelope from his back pocket, "your boy was too proud to take this, but I insist." Stan opened up and saw a few ten dollar bills. *** Jake was doing homework when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. "Come in." He wasn't too surprised to see his father. "I'll be down for dinner in a second, Dad," he anticipated what Stan was going to say. Instead of a response, his dad stood there with a big smirk on his face, looking emotionally at his son. "I just talked to Doug Kelly," he said. "Oh?" Jake said nervously. He could feel his world coming down around him. Dad had never punished him, not really, other than this grounding, but he feared what worse fate may lie ahead. Stan nodded. "Yep. He told me how you helped him out the other night with his yard work. Why didn't you tell me that's why you were late?" Jake felt a little relief. "Um, well, I didn't want to make excuses, Dad." "Didn't want to shift the blame, huh?" "No sir." "You're a Markham all right." He pulled the envelope of cash out of his pocket and tossed it to Jake. "Here. It's your pay for mowing the Kellys' lawn. And son... you're officially ungrounded. See you down for dinner in ten?" "Yes sir," Jake answered excitedly. *** Aaron and Eric were parked in Eric's car sharing a joint. "Man, I don't know where you get this stuff," Aaron said as he took a hit. Pot had become harder to get after the Conflict, but it still grew in parts of the country. "I swore I wouldn't say," Eric said. "But it's good right?" "The best," Aaron said. "Oh shit, here comes a cop!" The teens stuffed the joint in the flip up compartment and waved the smoke away. The police officer seemed oblivious as he walked past, a full rounded belly stretching his blue uniform shirt. "Fuck, a pregnant cop. Can you believe this shit?" "Knock it off, Aaron," Eric said coldly. "Let these guys be." Given that they were making fun of the town's pregnancies a week ago, Aaron was surprised at Eric's attitude. "Come on E, what's gotten into you. Oh man... you've." Eric looked out the window with a combination sadness and anger. "Yeah, I've had the changes. Took a little longer for me." "Are you a...?" "A Bearer. So knock it off with the insults." Aaron was feeling bad now. "Ok, I'm sorry. It's just new to me." "New to me, too, buddy." "You gonna get pregnant?" "I don't know. I think I may have. Coach Grant broke me in the other day." Aaron whistled. "Wow, that's crazy." "Tell me about it. Sick thing is, I'm probably going over there again tonight." They sat in silence, not sure what to say, until Aaron spoke up. "Listen Eric, I really don't care about this shit. Whatever floats your boat is cool. You're a good bud." "Thanks Markham." *** Stan made the usual conversation with his sons, asking them about their day and retelling a joke he'd heard at the office. But quietly, he was taking a moment to assess each of them. Looking for any telltale sign. Only thing was, he wasn't exactly sure what to look for. They looked like three normal teenagers, Aaron and Daniel typical football jocks on the cusp of adulthood, if not crossing over already at 18, and Jake close behind, despite his shier, little brother nature. No, he wasn't sure when the changes would kick in or how he'd recognize them. "Something up, Dad?" Daniel asked, putting his fork into another bite of pie. Stan shook his head no, but added. "I'm just wondering... how are you guys doing? You know about being here?" "It's all right, I suppose," Daniel said and shoved the pie into his mouth. Aaron gave a grimace. "I guess it's worth it for the scholarship to State." "But otherwise, you'd rather not be here?" Stan prompted. "Aw Dad, I'm not trying to talk back. It's just, well, this place is frickin' weird. I mean, grown men pregnant and having babies? That's messed up." He tried not to raise his voice, but he was getting more animated as he vented the discomfort that had been building up this last week. Stan nodded, making an effort to listen to his son and not simply react. Slowly, he pushed back his chair. "Yes, Aaron, it's weird. I know it, I see it. But you know how important the Markham name is to me, was to my father." He was starting to get emotional and trying not to show it. "Yessir," Aaron replied, but a little sulkily. "I'm not going to pressure any of you men to do something you don't want to do. If you don't want kids, you know this way, then I want you all feel you can make your own decisions. But I wanted the option open to you if you did want them at some point. So few people in the country left who have that choice." "Dad?" Daniel asked. "I keep hearing about the changes. You know when they're coming?" Stan exhaled. "Maybe in another week or two. Or maybe never. I have some hard information from the government, but a lot of rumor. But I'll be here for you, buddy - you too, A and Jake. I want you to come to me with anything, you here?" The boys agreed and the Markham men silently finished their desert. Aaron was feeling a little guilty he'd spoken out like he did and volunteered to do the dishes. *** Stan didn't always drink on a weeknight but after that dinner conversation, he felt he deserved the double scotch he was pouring himself. He'd barely sat in his study, relaxing in his armchair when Jake knocked. "Got a minute, sir?" "Yes, son, come in." Jake entered, nervous. "Mind if I close the door?" Stan nodded and Jake quietly shut the door. "Sir, Dad. I want you to reground me." "What's this?" Stan prompted. "I wasn't exactly forthcoming with you earlier about Monday night." Jake didn't think he had the guts to tell his father the full story, but he had to give a more honest account. Mr. Markham set down his drink. "You lied to me, then? You didn't help out Mr. Kelly with his yardwork?" "No sir, not exactly. I did go over and mow his lawn. Only, the reason I stayed was because I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to ask him some questions about, you know, male pregnancy. And the changes." Stan felt a little relief, but was concerned too. "I'm sure Doug can share his personal experience, but you know you can come to me, too?" "I know. But I wasn't sure. I didn't feel. Dad,... I'm gay." Jake blurted out, anxious but feeling a certain relief. "I didn't know if I should tell you." "Of course you can tell me, son," Stan said. "You're my little buddy, always have been. Come here," he gestured standing up to wrap his arms around his youngest son with a strong hug. "So," he stated, "you've started going through the changes." Jake hugged back, hard. "No, Dad. Not yet. At least I'm pretty sure I haven't. Even before we moved here I knew I liked guys." "I had no idea, Jake. But I love you son, you know that." "Thanks, Dad." He let go and stood back a little. Stan felt so emotional at that moment. He was proud of his little guy for being so brave, for being his own man. "You know, you didn't say much at dinner. What do you think of being in Cornell?" Jake smiled, "Oh Dad, it's great. I look around everyday, and I can't believe it. Can't believe we're here. I'm sure Dan and A will come around to liking it, even if they aren't gay." Stan cracked a smile. "Thanks, buddy. They'll be off to college next year anyway. But it means a lot to hear you say that." "Sure Dad." *** Marshall Kelly sat at his bedroom desk in just a jockstrap, with his computer videoconferencing his older brother. "My baby doing well?" Keith asked, his voice now lower than when he left for college. He looked and sounded like a full-grown adult male. "Yeah, big bro, a healthy baby boy. Doc thinks I may even deliver early." He patted his stomach to show off for Keith. "I'll be down then for break. God I miss you baby bro. You and Dad both." "We miss you too, Bro." "You're really getting bigger Marshall. Pregging up nice and big with my kid." Marshall smiled. "I didn't expect what it would be like carrying the extra weight." "Pretty tough, huh?" "Nah, it's OK. Besides, I get nasty spontaneous boners, now." Keith chuckled. "I think you got those before." "Maybe. They're more intense now. I think Dad gets them too. I see him chubbing up all the time now. Maybe it's the knowledge it's your kids inside us, bro." "Damnit Marshall, I love the hell out of you." Marshall slid off his jock and stood up so most of the screen was taken up with his pregnant belly and his hard teen cock. "See what you made brother? It's a beautiful thing. The boy's gonna be as handsome as you, I know it." Keith's hand was now massaging his college-jock erection. "Hot bro. You know what I'd do if I was there?" "Fuck me?" "That too, bro. But I'd love to jack a wad off all over you big gut, fertilize you from the outside as well as inside." "Oh man, Keith, you find my belly hot?" "Fuck yeah, bro. Looks good on you. And Dad, too." Marshall stood in front of the camera and slowly swayed his hips so his big bump moved for his brother's gaze. "Oh fuck, M, I'm gonna cum!" Keith announced and stood up so his sperm wad coated the webcam. Marshall was close behind, jerking his erection to orgasm for his brother. "Miss you big guy." "Miss you too bro." And they signed off. *** "You wanted to see me, sir?" Jake said with a knowing grin as he knocked on Freeman's classroom door. The teacher had kept him at arms length since their indiscretion, but today during class Jake knew something was up. Steve Freeman had told himself he shouldn't be messing around with the Markham kid, but damnit it had felt really nice having a young stud give him attention like that. And after a few days the pressure was building up in his milk glands. So that Friday morning he took one of his compression shirts and cut a hole where each nipple would be. When he slipped on the tight shirt the effect was unbelievable. It pulled his milky pecs up into pert swells like a woman's breasts. And at each tip stuck out the puffy aureole, fleshy and extended. Grinning, Steve slipped on his favorite snug pink polo shirt, which bunched up at the ample chest now, the pointy nips showing through. A couple of the students noticed, but Jake Markham was fixated. He spent all of History class staring at Mr. Freeman's chest. It was only the end of third period, and already the man's nips had leaked a good amount of milk, soaking big wide spots into the cotton fabric. Jake sat through class boned, a mean erection keeping him distracted from class. "See me after sixth period, Markham?" the teacher had called out as Jake started to file out of the classroom. So now Jake was here, just him and Freeman. The man stood and sat his butt down on his desk, crossing his arms across his midsection playfully. If anything the action bunched his man-breasts more. Jake dropped his backpack and shut the door. He walked up, his eyes locked on his teachers, which met his in a silent challenge. Steve gave a playful jiggle of his milky breast and squeezed a drop of fresh milk out through the shirt fabric. "Fuck!" Jake growled. "Sorry for my French, sir, but that's so hot." Mr. Freeman laughed. "These puppies missed you nursing them, Jake," he said. Jake stepped and crouched down a little, so that his mouth was at Mr. Freeman's chest level. His teacher's fingers ran through his hair encouraging the student as Jake started licking the milk-sticky fabric of the man's shirt and latching his mouth over the protruding nipple. "That's it, son," he groaned. "Milk those titties." Jake's tongue tickled the milky aureole, making it move beneath the shirt fabric, before he settled in for a nice direct suction to feel the sweet liquid fill his mouth in steady spurts. Then he pulled back, massaging the man's breast before going to the other and repeating his action. The teacher didn't know such amazing sexual feeling could come from his tits alone, being teased, licked, and sucked by the eager student. And Jake's hunger for his milk was raw and the essence of sexual urges. Particularly when Jake peeled off Steve's polo and had direct access to the raw nipples poking out of the compression shirt. The milk was really flowing now, and Jake was moaning as he suckled it out. The combination feeling of relief and oral stimulation on Steve's breasts were too much and, holding on tightly to Jake's head, he orgasmed, hands-free, in his dress slacks. Jake let out a throaty "wow," and pressed his mouth against his teacher's. Steve could taste the milk fresh on Jake's tongue as they made out. He knew Jake was unzipping and pulling down his pants. The young man pushed aside the books and papers on his teacher's desk and guided the older man to a reclining position. A little breathless and recovering from his orgasm, Steve watched as the young Jake stood, lusty and with a large erection sticking straight up from his crotch as he slowly and deliberately took of this teacher's shoes and pants. "I think I got a couple in me today, sir," he announced, stepping up and pressing his dick next to his teacher's snug hole. He leaned down and kissed this authority figure with an intense passion and need. And as their lips locked and Jake's tongue slipped inside Steve's hungry mouth, the 38 year old stud was suddenly penetrated good and hard by a young man needing to get off bad.