Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2017 12:57:55 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cornell TX chapter 7 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 7 Almost two weeks to the day from moving to Cornell, TX, Daniel Markham woke up with a strange feeling in his asshole. Not a pain but a weird emptiness. He looked over to the other bunk where his twin brother was sound asleep. Cautiously, he lifted his legs and slipped his hand into the leg of his boxers and dug around for his pucker. The minute he touched it, his cock surged and he felt an intense pleasure. "Fuck!" he almost yelled until he remembered to keep quiet. Instead he bit his lip and started running his finger along the ring and dipping in. It felt too good and tears started running down his face at the strange sensations. He wanted more but wasn't sure how that could happen. Until an idea came to him. Quietly he got out of bed and padded down the hall to the bathroom. He rummaged through the medicine cabinet and found it. A jar of vaseline. He continued down the hall and out to the side door, to the garage. He shut the door as silently as he could and his heart skipped a beat when the metal door made a little sound. Hopefully no one heard, Daniel thought as he looked around. There it was, a couple of six packs for the recycling. Dad's empty longneck bottles. His heart raced as he applied a layer of thick jelly to the neck of bottle and placed it on concrete floor. Squatting down he paused as he lined up the bottle lip with his teen jock pucker. With a determined push he grunted and sat down on it, violating his own ass with the beer bottle. It was a shock of a sensation, and Daniel couldn't tell if it hurt or not, but then he realized the uncomfortable itch had gone. With curiosity, he sank further on the bottle. Wow, that feels great, he thought, as the widened base pressed against his cheeks. Then holding his hands on the floor he leveraged his athletic body up and down on the bottle, fucking himself methodically on it. He kept it up for about three minutes, then BAM, he started spurting his cum in a high arc on to the garage floor. Then another. It was an orgasm unlike any he'd felt. Pure relief combined with intense stimulation. He hyperventilated as his hips ground to a halt and he raised himself off the bottle. Dan did the best he could to wipe the bottle clean and return it to the recycling. *** It was third period when the sensation came back, deeper and more intense this time. In PreCalc, Dan Markham squirmed in his seat, trying not to draw attention to himself but wanting to rub his ass against the chair. He looked up at Mr. Caldwell, his math teacher and took in the guy's blond DILFy looks fantasizing about leaning back and letting the man fuck him on his desk. But Caldwell was a Bearer no doubt, pregnant currently, and all he got from the man was suspicious stares as Daniel snapped back out of his day dream. Finally, when class was over, he found his buddy Mike Portis and pulled him aside. "Mike, man, I gotta talk." "Yeah?" He could tell his football buddy was worked up about something. "You gotta tell me. What were the changes like when you went through them?" Mike looked around and whispered so no one would hear. "You think you're going through them, bud?" Daniel nodded, confused and feeling the overstimulation in his asshole. "I think so. I can't stop thinking about it. And there's an itch down there, won't go away." Mike pondered. "Sounds like it, all right. Maybe you should come over after school and talk to my Dad about it. He helped me when I went through mine." "Yeah?" Daniel asked. "That'd be great. I'll check with my Dad to see if it's OK." It was a Friday night and his father was generally OK with the boys staying over with friends on the weekend. The bell rang and they had to get to the next class. But Daniel sent his father a text to see if he could stay over at Mike's house that night. And when Stan replied during fifth period that was OK, Daniel smiled and felt another erection coming on. *** "Dad," Mike said as General Michael Portis Sr. walked in the living room and saw the two football jocks sitting there, in jeans but shirtless, Mike showing off his round young belly, Daniel looking perfect with six pack abs. "I hope you don't mind, but I invited Daniel here over to stay tonight." The General set down his briefcase and unloosened his tie a little, unbuttoning the top button of his uniform shirt. He looked the two boys up and down, cutting an imposing 6'4" figure, strong built but not quite burly, looking every bit his distinguished role with dark complexion, a full beard he kept closely shaved, and hair that was half silver now. "Sure, Mike. Nice to meet you Daniel." He stepped up and shook the 18 year old's hand with a firm grasp. "Dinner's kind of casual here at the Portis household, I hope you don't mind." "No, sir, not at all," Daniel said, "And it's an honor to meet you, General. My dad talks a lot about you." Portis Sr. gave a little smile. "Yeah? Who's your daddy?" "Command Sergeant Major Markham, sir," he answered proudly. "Well, I'll be. You're Stan's boy. You got a couple of brothers, right?" "Yessir." "Um, Dad," Mike interjected. "I brought Daniel over because he's been going through the changes. I thought you'd be able to give him some advice, you know, guide him," he said suggestively. Until that moment, the General had been tired from his long day, but his libido kicked in pretty damn quick at what Mike was suggesting. He couldn't help himself, he reached out and touched Daniel's nude shoulder, rubbing the smooth skin and enjoying the hard young football-conditioned muscle. The Markham kid wasn't quite as perfect as his own Mike Jr but damnit he was pretty close. "Is that right, Daniel?" he asked, his fingers grazing the kid's exposed nipple. "Yes, General," he answered. "Kind of hit me hard this morning." He was nervous as hell, but also excited and really turned on by the authoritative masculine presence of this high-ranking Army officer and the feel of the strong experienced fingers touching his bare flesh. "You want me to show you the ropes? I'd be happy to, you know." The older man had a slightly gravely quality to his tenor voice. Daniel could see how he was a natural leader. "I'd be honored, sir," Daniel answered, shaking a little, and all of a sudden the 50 year old handsome man stepped up to him and met his face in a kiss. The five o'clock shadow bristled against the teen's smoother skin. Daniel thought he'd be weirded out by kissing another man, but instead it turned him on and just felt natural. He initiated a kiss with the man, now, before the General stepped back. "Damn," the man muttered, not bothering to hide his glee. "Stan Markham's boy." He looked over at his son "Mike, why don't you go get Daniel here ready. I'll fix my scotch and meet you guys in my room." "Yessir," Mike said eagerly, excited he could help his friend out and please his Dad in the process. The two jocks laughed playfully as they stripped down their jeans in the master bathroom. "Your dad's cool," Daniel observed, "but a little intimidating." Mike massaged the boner that popped up beneath his now eight-month pregnant stomach. "Tell me about it," he laughed. "But you're gonna have fun Markham, I promise." Nervously he stepped up to his friend and met him with a kiss. First the father, now the son. Daniel eagerly kissed him back as Mike reached over to start the shower water. "You're hard, too," Mike observed, feeling Daniel's hard cock press against his belly. "Yeah, been boned all day, ever since I woke up this morning." The two stepped into the shower and made out as the water ran over them and Mike started soaping up and rubbing Daniel's body. Daniel took the soap and returned the favor. He was getting a vibe but was nervous to ask. "Don't get mad, Mike," he started, "but do you and your dad ever...?" Immediately he was embarrassed to bring it up and wished he could take it back. But the football quarterback smiled and nodded. "Yeah, we do stuff." He was nervous about how Daniel would react but Daniel's eyes widened and his nostrils flared as his young cock bounced rhythmically against Mike's body. "Shit, that's wild," he said in a tone that was shocked but far from disapproving. At that moment, in his heat, everything sexual sounded wonderful. He growled as Mike's big pregnant body pressed into his bulky but trim one and Portis's strong arms reached around to his jock bubble butt. Fingers found their way to his sensitive hole. "Let me prep you, Markham. Dad's pretty big." Daniel shuddered both imagining the size of the General's dick and anticipating what was going to happen to him. He nodded his assent to Mike who grabbed a hose extending from the shower with a rod attachment at the end. He pumped out some lube and slowly inserted the rod into Daniel's hole. At least he was slow until his friend's horniness got the best of him and he backed his butt impatiently against the intruding device. "Easy there, Cowboy," Mike laughed, remembering what it was like when he went through the changes. What it was still like when he got into heat. "Hold still and I'm gonna turn the water on slowly." Mike walked Daniel through his first enema, and then cleaned himself out. The two teen jocks dried off, taking a minute to use their towels to dry off each other's football-built muscle. "All right, turn around," Mike said, "Let me check your hole." Daniel moaned as Mike's strong fingers ran up and down his crack and along his freshly cleaned hole. The pucker spasmed uncontrollably at the sensation and practically swallowed the tip of Portis's finger. "Nice," Mike said, giving a gentle slap to his friend's buttocks. He picked up a squirt bottle. "Baby oil's Dad's favorite lube," he announced, squirting Daniel's hole liberally before putting the tip inside Daniel to lube up his inner bowels as well. "Sometimes he likes to put oil all over my body. Especially now that I'm pregnant." He put another good squirt of the oil in and up Daniel's rectum for good measure. "Ready for the big event?" Mike teased. Daniel grabbed his arm and held him. "Mike? Thanks for inviting me over. I'm scared but... I need this." "I remember what it was like, bud," Mike said and leaned forward to kiss Daniel. The two teens made out, nude in the bathroom, as their hands played lazily with each other's oiled buttholes. "Come on, buddy, Dad's gonna be waiting for us," Mike finally said. General Portis was just walking into the bedroom when the two boys entered. "Nice," he said, eyeing up his son and his friend, both naked and prepared. He took a sip from his scotch and set it down, removing his uniform jacket and hanging it up lovingly in his closet. Then he put his shoes in their place. Wordlessly, Mike took Daniel's hand and led him to his father's king-sized master bed. Daniel saw two indentations on the mattress and pillows and wondered what the sleeping arrangements were. He thought what it would be like to share a bed with his father Stan, and his body broke out in goosebumps just thinking of the idea. He wondered if his own Dad would become a breeder. The two young men watched the General disrobe, first taking off his shirt, then his trousers. Mike Sr. was one well-preserved specimen of a 50 year old. Not as burly as Daniel's father but still fit and muscular. And hairy, with streaks of silver wiry hair poking out on his strong chest. Best were his arms - strong, bulging biceps matched with thick forearms. Daniel gasped as the General dropped his boxer shorts. The man's phallus was big all right, beercan fat with a decent length. It was as big around as the base of Dad's longneck bottle. He looked over silently at Mike who gave an "I told you" smile. The General was turned on at what awaited him on his bed. This wasn't the first time Mike Jr. brought a friend home like this, but Daniel Markham was the hottest of the bunch. He looked every bit the quarterback and team leader. Just like his son. Until the General's other boy John went through the changes, presuming he became a Bearer, this would be the next best thing to having both his boys at once. Daniel watched, horny beyond belief, as the General climbed on the bed and gave his son a tongue-heavy kiss, rubbing the pregnant belly sticking out from Mike's otherwise lean and muscular and muscular body, then crawled on top of Daniel's own body. The man's kiss was amazing, but even better to Daniel was the weight and feel of an older, adult Breeder on top of him, thrusting his cock against his own leaking teen prick. "Don't think I can stand the foreplay, kid, not tonight," the General growled. "I gotta fuck you." "Yes, sir," Daniel whined in a pleading voice. "Please." The General smiled. Men going through their changes were the best, he thought and knelt up, spreading Daniel's athletic legs and lifting them up with his left hand while his right guided his aching hard thick cock to the young Markham's hole. He silently was grateful that Stan Markham had fathered such a fine looking young stud, and brought him here to Cornell. He pushed in. Into the oiled teen cunt. The virgin asshole was tight and warm and perfect and the General had the hardest time not just ramming in. "Don't worry, Danny, I'm gonna go slow at first." But Daniel was entering a fuck daze. Even more than he realized, this is what his body craved all day, ever since he woke up. A vibrating sensation pulsed from deep within his bowels, spreading out like waves through his jock cunt and all through his body. Wrapping his legs around the General's waist and hoisting his ass up, he impaled himself on the massive rod. He was gloriously stuffed, and like the electric sensations pulsing inside of him, his prostate quivered. "Urgh!" Daniel cried, and heavy ropes of his teen semen spurted onto his smooth, muscular chest. There was so much of the cum that all three men could instantly smell the sweet and floral, almost bleachy smell of his virginal assfucking ejaculation fill the room. "Damn!" his friend Mike swore, amazed at the horny sight. "He's pretty hungry, Dad." "Ha, like you were that first time, son." Then looking down at Daniel, he pulled out and pushed in. And again. Fucking the young Markham boy. Daniel growled, loving being so turned on, and gripped the General's DILF-condition muscle, urging him on. "Fuck me, Sir. God you feel so good." The boy was writhing in heat, until the General gripped his hips and held him steady. "Daddy's gonna drive, OK, son?" and started powering his cock in at full speed. "Fuck him Dad," Mike urged, propping his body up and watching his friend lose his cherry. Daniel looked over at Mike and saw the big pregnant body and the image of himself in a similar condition entered his brain. Knocked up with the General's baby. Daniel Markham entered his second anal orgasm with a stifled cry, which he cut off by kissing Mike hungrily. "God, so tight. Not gonna take me long tonight," Mike Sr. announced. "Oh Man!" Daniel cried, taking his lips off Mike's as the General pounded him to another level of pleasure. Each sexual plateau was higher than the last. "Aw, General, that's it. Get in deep, deep in my hole." The man's mouth curled into a leer. "Gonna make you remember your first time, Markham. Especially when I leave a baby in here," he said, patting Daniel's now sperm-covered belly for emphasis. He started rubbing the flat stomach in circles. "Gonna make another Portis in ya, Danny. Make you swell with my child." "Please sir," Daniel grunted, getting more and more turned on. "Shoot your Breeder seed in me. I'll make you a proud daddy." "Good boy," the General growled, leaning down to give Daniel a hot kiss. Then leaning up he really started fucking the jock. "Good boy. Just like my Mike. He's carrying my kid, and now you will too." The idea that Mike Portis, the team quarterback, was pregnant with his father's child tripped Daniel's wires once more. This ejaculation wasn't as copious, just a dribble now, but the erotic sensations were just as strong as his body orgasmed. Especially since mid-orgasm, he could recognize the telltale signs on the General's face, too. The man was nutting inside him. "Oh fuck, Danny, I'm making you pregnant," he huffed, his deep voice getting more high pitched as he came. "God Dad," Mike Jr. said as the rutting couple came down from their breeding high and caught their breath, "That was hot." Portis Sr. smiled and extracted his overwide cock from the now no longer cherry hole. Daniel was going to be broken in for most widths of dick now. A copious amount of Breeder semen leaked out, but he knew he'd shot plenty inside to do the job. The General scooted over to the other side of the mattress and behind Mike Jr. He lifted up his son's leg in a scissor position. "Let's show your friend the best position for fucking when you're 8 months pregnant," he said, nudging his fatherly phallus at the baby oil lubed hole of his son. "Aw Dad," Mike moaned. "I love you sir." "Love you too, son," the General said softly, pushing his cock inside past the baby oil lubed son-pucker and wrapping his hand around lovingly to caress his boy's baby swell. *** The General insisted on driving Daniel home the next morning. Daniel's hole felt really used, from the previous night and then again early this morning. He was a little moody now, wondering what life would be like now that he was undoubtedly pregnant, but he also felt deeply content. He'd needed what the General gave him and looking over at the older handsome man driving, dressed in his weekend casual attire of jeans and button-down, well, Daniel knew he was lucky to have found a Breeder like General Portis for his first time. "Don't be a stranger, Daniel," the General said as he pulled up in front of the Markham residence. "You're welcome over anytime." "Thanks, sir," Daniel said, his previous shyness coming back. He felt a strange affection, attachment even, to this man, and part of him regretted having to get back home. The man's hand ran along the back of Daniel's hair. "And let me know when you start showing signs. I'm pretty sure it took last night." "Yessir," Daniel laughed, then got a serious look on his face as their two mouths moved closer for a deep parting kiss. "Thank you sir, last night was the best." "Any time, Daniel." Daniel shut the car door and bounded toward the door just as his brother Aaron was bringing out the trash. "Who's that?" Aaron asked. "Oh, Mike Portis's dad," Daniel said, blushing, hoping his brother wouldn't pick up on anything. "I stayed over at Mike's last night." Fortunately Aaron didn't give it a second thought. General Portis put the car in gear and drove off. But not before taking a second look. He knew Daniel had brothers, but he didn't realize one was a twin. "Down boy," he said, patting his rehardening cock. There was plenty of time to see how Daniel's twin brother would turn out, what changes he'd go through. Besides, his son Mike was home waiting for him, and he felt like his boy deserved a special treat for bringing the Markham boy over last night.