Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2017 11:39:25 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Cornell TX ch. 9 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. 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 9 Stan Markham was still in uniform as he and a few other Army buddies from the base crowded around a table for happy hour. They were out celebrating Sgt. Patterson's news of a new pregnancy, his third. Of course Patterson and Corporal Wilson, now four months along in his term, were sipping soda while the other three were enjoying a beer. Stan enjoyed times like this. Now that two of his boys had undergone the changes and were now clearly Bearers, it felt reassuring to see regular guys, masculine Army men, who were in the same boat. Proud and relaxed in their bodies and their pregnancies. It was a different vibe in Cornell, all right, as if all the townsmen knew their special mission was to procreate as much as possible, for the country, for the human race. Any traditional hangups were out the window. Stan still harbored some of those hangups but it felt liberating to be shedding them. Particularly because he wanted his boys to lead a happy, well-adjusted life. Still, something ate at him as he sat there. Stan had undergone his changes three days ago. He hadn't told a soul. Not his sons, not his coworkers, not Dr. Aster. It took every bit of his army-conditioned willpower, but he kept his crazy horniness in check. When the urge got too great, he'd lock himself in his bedroom and pull out a dildo to stimulate himself to orgasm. Those orgasms were getting more intense, his ejaculations fuller and thicker. And they'd provide temporary relief but a couple hours later that itch would come back, stronger than before. Stan just hoped he could make it through this happy hour. The feeling were coming on strong and heavy now, and it didn't help at the next table was a group of thirty something businessmen having after work drinks. One of them, an attractive, tall brown haired man, kept looking over Stan's way, making heavy eye contact. Stan tried not to look back but he couldn't help but look over from time to time, furtively returning the man's stares. He felt a nudge at his shoulder. "Go get 'em Tiger." It was Corporal Greg Wilson. "He's a real good fuck." Stan felt embarrassed, "That's not what I'm..." Greg interrupted. "You don't have to pretend Markham. I can tell. You're in heat and you want to get laid. Adams is the best, I tell ya. Real potent seed, too." Stan was starting to let his guard down. After all, his body was really craving this. He took another sip to help relax. "Is he the father of yours Corporal?" Greg patted his belly, which was just starting to show. "Nah, this one's Keith Kelly's." A serene look of Bearer happiness was on Greg's face, but the very mention of his name sent a shudder through Stan's body. He'd not met Doug's other son, but the idea he was living next door to a Breeder made him apprehensive. Could he trust himself once Doug's boy came home from college? "But Matt Adams fathered Patterson's," Cpl. Wilson added. "His previous one, too." Just then Stan watched as Matt Adams got up from his table and walked over with a cocky stride. Barely breaking his stare at Stan he walked over behind Sam Patterson and place his hands on the 20-something Army man's shoulders, squeezing the muscle through the uniform. "How's the baby doing, Sergeant?" he asked. "Hiya Matt," Sgt. Patterson beamed as he looked up at his baby daddy. "Doing good. When to a check up with Doc Aster today. He says everything's perfect." Matt had that proud papa look and ruffled Sam's hair. "You're the best, Sergeant. Say, mind if I join you guys? This round is on me. To celebrate the next Adams kid." Matt went to order a new round and when he came back he pulled up an extra chair between Stan and Specialist Juan Cortez rather than next to Sam. "So Matt," Drew Price asked. "How many does this make?" Matt made a play show of counting with his fingers before smirking. "67. I hope to father a few more before the month's out, been feeling real my oats lately." Just then Stan felt it. Matt's hand on the small of his back, gently traveling up his spine to rub the trap muscle, the back down again. It boned up him instantly in his tan uniform trousers and he felt himself leaking like mad into his packed crotch. If Matt was aware of his effect he wasn't letting on. His eye contact flitted back between all the men, from Sam to his Army buddies. Stan noticed an odd expression on Juan's face and knew immediately that Matt was touching him suggestively, too. Stan shook his head at how much a player Matt Adams was. He'd raised his boys not to act like this douchebag, he just hoped that the twins and Jake had enough of a head on their shoulders to keep their values, even in a town as topsyturvy as Cornell. Still, the man's hand was feeling real good, as it now felt along the top of Stan's beefy ass. It was sending pulsing vibrations through his crotch and throughout his body. It made it worse that the man was now engrossed in conversation with Cortez, while Sam and Drew were having their own conversation across the table now. "So," Corporal Wilson leaned over and whispered conspiratorially. "Whaddya think Markham? Hot isn't he?" "Yeah," Stan croaked, "I don't think I could respect myself tomorrow if I did it, though." "Bud," Wilson said, "Tomorrow you're not gonna be worrying any more." "What's that supposed to mean?" he replied, a little indignant. Greg shrugged. "Hard to explain. Just that it's more of a relief to get it over with. You'll be glad, I promise." Stan wasn't sure, but when Matt said he had to get home, Stan announced he had to leave, too. He noticed Cortez chiming in, too, and he felt real nervous about where this was going. They settled up and walked toward the parking lot. As if by magnetic attraction, Juan and Stan found it hard to part from Matt. Adams grinned as he twirled his car keys. "What do you fellas think about coming over to my place?" Casual, matter of fact. Juan heartily agreed while Stan nodded along. Matt gave them directions and they were soon driving over. As Juan and Stan approached Matt's sidewalk from their streetside parking, Juan bumped his arm against his Army buddy. "Pretty wild, huh? I've never had a threeway before." Stan blushed red. "I think you guys may have the wrong idea. Maybe I should get home." "Ah lighten up, Stan. It'll be fun. I hear Adams is wild in the sack." Juan's words added to Stan's internal hunger, the one that came in ebbs and flows, each wave stronger then the last. They were battering down the walls of his willpower now and he knew this was gonna happen. Stan's heart pounded as he stood in Matt's living room in front of the man as he eyed Stan's uniformed body up and down, before turning his gaze to Juan's more compact barrel-chested build, and back again. "Today's my lucky day," he said, pulling out his shirt tails from his slacks. "Didn't think I'd score so well at happy hour." Then, with a leer, "God, Army guys are so hot." He stepped up to Juan and drew his face to a kiss. The 24 year old specialist melted into the embrace and let Adams' tongue take charge. Stan stood back, immobilized as he watched his inferior make out with Adams. Then Matt turned his attention to Stan. "What about this army Daddy? Feeling left out?" Stan could barely nod before Matt's mouth was on his, probing, kissing his mouth. His first man-to-man kiss and the officer felt lightheaded it felt so good, so right. Especially now that Matt's deft fingers were undoing his uniform shirt buttons. "Yeah, I'd say Daddy was feeling pretty left out," he growled. Stan half wished Matt wouldn't talk like that, call him Daddy. It felt wrong. But the other half of him relished the nastiness. As Matt's hands worked beneath his shirt and up his sides he blurted out, "I, I just went through the changes." Matt paused, and leaned back, looking into Stan's eyes. "Virgin?" "Yeah. Is that a problem?" Matt laughed. "Fuck no," and sealed his mouth on Stan's. They made out, until Matt realized he was neglecting his other guest. "Come here, stud," he growled, pulling Juan into their threeway embrace. Two men were undressing Stan now, in a tacit preparation for him to lose his cherry, to be initiated. He and Juan made out with soft soulful kisses, while Matt when to fetch some lubricant. And when he got back and started applying the slick liquid to Stan's hungry hole, Juan dropped to the floor and started sucking Matt's hard, long cock, getting it primed and ready. Matt finally nudged Cortez off his bone. "You mind if he goes first? I think Daddy here needs it pretty bad." "Sure," Juan said, excited to see this officer about to get reamed and good. He stood up and stood before Stan. "You doing OK?" he asked Stan as Matt got behind the middle-aged DILF and started feeding a really long cock into his hole. Stan Markham hissed excitedly. "Oh yeah." He hadn't been sure what to expect but pure pleasure was not in the scenarios that had played out in his mind. Lustily he ran his hands up and down Juan's nude body, wondering if the firm young muscle was what his boys were gonna look like in a few years, after college. Manly, but young. Pretty soon Stan wasn't able to think about anything but the pleasure of businessman cock in him. Adams punched in deeper, pushing all the way in, and Stan's cock spurted its first load, all over Juan. It turned the specialist on big time to see the office have his first anal orgasm and he met Stan in a deep kiss, while the older man shook in a full body O. Matt laughed. "Army Daddy was ready all right. He's more for ya, Old Man," he growled and gave a rough thrust in. Then another. Stan held on tight to Juan's biceps, steading his body as he got pummeled from behind. This was harder than any fuck he'd ever given a woman, harder than any he'd seen other than a porno film, but it felt right at that moment, pushing all the resisting thoughts from his brain. "Fuck meeee," He growled. His cock dribbled against Juan's. Loud smacks filled the room, and Stan's nuts ached from the continual stimulation. All of a sudden, Matt withdrew and stepped back. "All right Daddy, time to get you in breeding position. On the floor, ass up." Stan felt dazed but Cortez helped him get on the floor in a prostrate position. Matt scooted in between his legs. "Toss me a pillow," he ordered Juan as he pulled up Stan's hips. The officer started to get on all fours, but Matt's hand guided his face and chest down, flat to the carpet as he stuffed the pillow to prop up Stan's hips. "Ugh," he grunted at reentry. Matt's cock felt bigger, longer now. Fully rigid and ready to breed. "Oh yeah, that's it. Gonna seed those man-ovaries of yours Army Daddy. Get ready to make baby number 68. The last three were girls, so I'm pretty sure I'm due for a boy now." His cock was pounding in, with long deep strokes. "Oh God," Stan moaned. "Knock me up, man, put that baby in me." He was losing control, letting his inner psyche free. "I'll give you that baby boy, make a son for you." "That's right, Daddy. You don't have a choice. My big Breeder cock is about to shoot off big time in ya. Haven't failed to knock a guy up yet," Matt boasted, feeding off his powerful breed-need. "Unff," Stan cried as he started orgasming into the pillow and muffling his orgasmic scream in the carpet. "BOOM, that's what I'm talking about!" Matt yelled, pistoning his spurting prick into the older man. He grunted as spurts of his hot semen pumped into the DILF. "Fucking seeding you good, Army Daddy." He gradually slowed down his thrusts and caught his breath but held his dribbling cock inside Stan's now relaxed ass to let the remnants trickle their way inside. "Fuck, what a rush!" he finally said as he withdrew his still erect penis and slapped Stan's hairy butt. "You next?" he asked Juan. "I'm afraid Daddy here got my best seed, but we'll see what we can do." Juan leapt up, horny from watching the coupling and wrapped his arms around Matt, pulling the top down to the floor and spreading his legs around Matt's waist. At the two men made out and Juan's excited groans turned to the grunts of anal penetration, Stan was coming to, and rolling onto his back for a resting position. So this is what breeding was all about. Corporal Wilson was right, it felt like one incredible relief. Stan pulled his legs up and put them on the couch, stuffing the pillow beneath his ass to keep Matt's copious load inside him. Not that there was any doubt: Stan Markham was surely pregnant with his first child. **** Jake was the last of the Markhams to go through the changes, but when he woke up to his soaked bed sheets and the unmistakeable scent of sperm, he knew something was up. He look down and saw not just a small spot but a huge area about three feet in diameter where the bed was soaked. He'd never had a wet dream before, but had heard of them. Scrambling out of bed, he removed the bedsheets and gathered them. He wanted to get them in the wash before the stains set. As he stood in the laundry room, starting the washer and stuffing the sheets in, his dad walked in. "I thought I heard you up," he said. He looked questioningly at the sheets before noticing that his youngest son was nude head to toe. It was the first time he'd seen Jake like that since he'd grown up. And he'd definitely grown up. "I had an accident. I guess I'd heard about wet dreams before." Stan took the sheets from Jake's hands and noticed immediately they were soaked through and emanating the powerful bleachy-floral smell of his son's cum. "Jesus, Jake." "I know, Dad. And it's still dribbling out." He nodded down to his crotch, where his morning wood was oozing white seminal fluid in a steady stream. "It won't stop." Stan took a deep breath. Jake was hung, really hung. Better than his daddy, he had to admit. "Let's head over to Dr. Aster," he said quietly. "Put on some clothes, and I'll take care of the laundry." "OK, Dad." *** Jake's cock ached the whole ride over and even more as they waited for the 8:30 opening time. As he and his dad sat he could feel his underwear soak through, then the crotch of his jeans. It was embarrassing but he couldn't stop it. Thankfully Aster arrived a little early and when he saw the Markham men had a good idea what was going on. "This is my other son, Jake," Stan introduced. Dr. Aster shook his hand and ushered the young Markham into his office. "It'll just take a minute, Mr. Markham," he said. "Let me guess," he said, putting down his briefcase. "Wet dreams." "Yes, Doctor," Jake said worriedly. "They won't stop either." "Why don't you take off those jeans? And any underwear, too." "Yessir." Jake felt self conscious stripping in his condition but it felt like a relief, too, getting out of the confines of his clothes. When he stood in front of Doc Aster, his cock leaked down its length and off his teen balls, dripping onto the floor. "See?" Aster crouched in front of the teen and gripped the heavy hard dong. Carefully, he brought the tip to his mouth and sucked in the fresh juice. "Fuck!" Jake whispered as Aster popped his rod into his mouth and started sucking. "That's it Doc, suck me. Suck my big dripping bone." Aster was good and well trained and he gave the young Markham boy expert head, alternating long bobs on the full rod to close attention to the leaking head. It probably wouldn't take long to get the kid off in this state. Only he felt Jake's hands push him off and reach under his arms, hoisting him up to a standing position. Their mouths met, lustily, as Jake's hands fumbled with the doctor's belt and trouser zipper. Achieving his goal, he pushed them down to the man's knees. Aster knew what Jake was angling for and he turned around as Jake ripped his briefs open. The kid was self lubricating at this point and Aster gasped as he felt the pitter patter spurts of precum against his hole. "You got kids, Dr. Aster?" he asked, pushing inside the man. "I've had three. I'm primed for another, though," he sighed. Jake fucked silently and quickly, then added. "I feel like I could give you twins, Doc. Or triplets, I'm so backed up." Aster bucked his ass back on the invading bone, anticipating that Jake's first load after the change was gonna be mammoth. Sure enough, he heard the teen's heavy grunts behind him and it felt like a waterhose was turned on inside him. His bowels distended from the heavy cumload that Jake injected into him. "God Doc, this feels nice. So good..." He held his prick deep inside Doc Aster as he unloaded and felt waves of relief wash over him. *** Dr. Aster looked flushed as he walked out of his office, clapping Jake's shoulders. "Well, Mr. Markham, your boy is a Breeder." Stan had a look of supreme gratitude and couldn't help himself. With a tight hug, he embraced his youngest son, heavy with the knowledge the Markham name would probably continue now. "I'm so proud of you, boy." Jake hugged him back, basking in the affection and feeling like a grown up man for the first time in his life. Aster interrupted. "Mr. Markham, just a heads up. Jake's needs are gonna be pretty strong the next week or two, and he's going to need to sow his oats pretty good, if you know what I mean. He'll be excused from school." "Yes, Doctor, I understand," Stan said. "Ready to have some fun this week, Jakey?" he said, ruffling his son's hair. "Yeah Dad," Jake smiled, feeling a rush that he was now a Breeder. "Guess you're the man of the house, now, huh?" Stan joked as they walked out to the car. Jake laughed but wondered what life was going to be like now. He knew Danial and A had had their changes and were now Bearers, but he didn't know if his father had undergone any transformation yet. He thought of asking his old man, but knew Dad would tell him when it happened or when the time was right. *** Dr. Aster had to strip off his wool trousers. They were soaked through with that Markham boy's cum, and Aster knew he has the good majority of that load still inside him, fertilizing him. Thankfully he had a spare pair in his office closet. Before slipping them on, he patted his flat, hairy stomach, already imagining what he'd look like carrying Jake Markham's child. *** Stan pulled the car into the driveway. He'd taken the morning off but would have to go into work in a couple of hours. As he put the car in park he noticed Jake looking over to the Kellys' driveway. "Looks like Mr. Kelly's still home," the teen said, pulling on his crotch. "Is it OK if I go over there Dad?" Stan didn't know how to react. In his mind he knew what the Doc had said, that Jake would be wanting sex pretty bad now. But faced to the reality of what that meant, well that was another matter. Jake trembled in horniness as his Dad sat there mute. He just craved for his father's permission to go over to see Mr. Kelly. He knew his Dad might not understand, but he hoped his Dad would trust him. Stan tried to speak up, to tell Jake it was OK. Or tell him no, he'd rather not Jake go. Anything. Only he felt shellshocked at the prospect of his son's adult sexuality. Jake looked at him intently, an obscene teen boner showing in his jeans, then said quietly, "Sorry, Dad, I gotta go over." With that he opened the car and walked out and Stan watched as he went over to the Kelly's front door. Ashamed, Stan got out of the car and went indoors. He was ashamed he wasn't a Breeder, that he couldn't guide Jake in the process. The boy would have to learn on his own.