Date: Fri, 4 May 2018 14:06:04 +0000 From: Petr Velky Subject: cornell-tx series, steve-preston-2 Cornell TX: Steve-Preston-2 by Petr V NOTICE: This story contains sexually explicit material and is for adults only. This story indulges in male impregnation (mpreg) fantasy, with a futuristic sci-fi spin. The following is a spin-off series to the Cornell, TX series by Bill Drake, and is published with that author's permission. This chapter takes place between Chapters 10 and 11 of the Cornell, TX series. Petr V. thanks Bill Drake for his permission and encouragement. Please consider a donation to the Nifty Archive to support the work they do. Only because they keep Nifty up and running are these stories available to everyone. Feedback welcome at PetrVelky1@hotmail.com Cornell, TX - Steve Preston Chronicles Chapter Two - Bartering Steve Preston stood in David Bukowski's bedroom, staring at the handsome dark-haired senior as he watched him strip out of his clothes. David existed to look good naked. It was obvious the guy worked out, he was built without being a muscle head, long and lean, nice definition across the abs, small brown nipples clinging to the lower edge of broad pecs, hairless except for a narrow dusting below his belly-button leading down into the waistband of his jeans. Preston stood with his head a little on one side, his mouth slightly open, not quite able to believe this was on offer. Until this morning he hadn't known or understood that his sex life was going to involve men, but he was rapidly getting used to the idea. And in the world of men, he knew enough to realize that the specimen in front of him was desirable by any standard. And this was weird - almost as weird as sex with men - here he was, a freshman in the bedroom of a half-naked senior who ordinarily wouldn't acknowledge his existence. "You want to take off anything?" David asked, with a half smile. "Um, yeah. I just like watching you, ya know," Preston answered. "Football?" "Yeah, and baseball." "You look great." "Thanks." They looked at each other for a moment or two, both aware of whatever the divide was between them, and that they were about to bridge it. Preston broke the silence, "Take off your pants." David raised his eyebrows slightly; who was this kid telling him what he do? But at the same time he saw the big bulge move in Preston's jeans, and felt his pucker twitch with urgent need. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he smiled and started to unbutton his jeans. The baby didn't show much at all; David's abdomen appeared swelled just a tiny bit from certain angles. The cords in his legs showed, again, long, lean, perfectly proportioned, along with muscular calves, and a beautiful cut five-incher pointing straight up. David turned, giving Preston the 360 degree view. "You like?" Preston nodded. "You're good looking." "Good looking?" "What, you want me to tell you you're fuckin' beautiful? You're fucking beautiful. You know that!" "You want to take off your clothes?" "Um, sure." Preston didn't want to take off his clothes. He hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about this stuff, but as he pulled his t-shirt over his head he was painfully aware of how different his body was from David's. He had a skateboarder's body, all tight sinew, no fat, and no padded muscle either. He was made out of barbed wire and popsicle sticks. But he did have something else in his pants. Plenty of something else. Slowly Preston unbuttoned his jeans, but didn't slide them down, and his erect cock easily held them up. They looked at each other, Preston staring at the V-shape of David's torso, the width of the lats, the visible obliques. He reached out and slowly ran a finger down the creamy skin from David's collarbone to the bottom of his left pec, and then sideways to the nipple. He ran his finger in a circle around the nipple. David gave a little gasp. David stared at the bulge, mesmerized. He could feel his pucker clench and unclench and twitch with need. With greed. With desire to be opened and stretched and filled. He felt a sudden wetness and realized he needed this so badly he had started to self-lubricate. He started to reach for the front of Preston's jeans when he realized the kid was saying something. "...often a week?" He shook his head, "Sorry, what?" Preston took a step back, which made David want to lunge towards him. He restrained himself. "Say that again?" "How often do you work out?" "Oh. Every day." "Every day?" "Yeah. Not the same thing. But I do something almost every day, even on my days off." "Will you help me? If I - if I fuck you, will you help me work out?" At this point David would have signed over his car, his college savings, his class ring. "Sure!" "Okay," Preston replied, "deal." "It doesn't have to be so quid pro quo, you know." "What what?" "Quid - something for something." "Dude, you don't even know the rest of the school exists. How many freshmens' names do you know? Who aren't star players on a team." Silence. David shrugged. "I'll help you." Preston stuck out his hand. "Deal." "Deal. Now get out of those pants." David knelt on the edge of his bed, with his thighs apart, pushing his muscular creamy ass in the air, and arched his lower back. Behind him, Preston moved fast, throbbing cock in hand, and aimed for the center of the cleft. "Whoa!" David recoiled. "What are you doing?" Preston was nonplussed. "Fucking." "Dude," David exclaimed, "It's not mano-a-mano, you vs. me." He exhaled. "It's a team sport, and we're on the same team. You win when everyone in the room feels as good as you." "What do you want me to do? You want me to fuck you?" shot back Preston. David bit his lip. "Absolutely. You are so - hot right now. But - um, maybe a couple suggestions - optional technique - " "Just tell me how you want me to do it. I'm new at this, dude. I'm learning, okay!" David rolled over and sat up. "No problem. Let's see - even if a guy really wants to be fucked, that doesn't mean you can get in there like dropping a post in a hole." He reached for an obvious tube on the nightstand next to Preston and handed it to him. "Lube helps, loosening him up with your fingers helps, rimming would be fucking awesome, if you ever get into that, but no matter what, take it easy with the cock. Get it in position and push gently, find out how much resistance there is, and gradually overcome it. Otherwise it's like punching a hole in a donut... ok, that's a stupid metaphor, but you get it?" "Sure." "Sure?" "How much - lube?" Seven minutes later Preston was balls deep in David's delectably tight ass, having done nothing but steadily push forward millimeter by millimeter, pausing each time David told him to wait. His cock felt like it was on fire, David's insides were so warm, and the grip of his chute was much tighter than Principal Connors'. For a minute it had felt as if David's steely ring was going to squeeze his dick off. In each hand he had a big handful of David's muscular boxy ass, and he alternated between grabbing and stroking. His cock had never been harder, and he really wanted to thrust. He wanted to push in and go to town, but he held still, listening to David's breath. After each exhaled "aahhh," he pushed in the least amount that he could. He felt completely connected to David as he felt the older boy's ass gradually relax to accommodate him. He slowly stroked the small of David's arched lower back, gently pushing forward and then letting his fingers slide sideways and caress the sides of his waist. Inside, deep inside, his bludgeoning cockhead inched forward a fraction. He listened for the "aahhh." "Good?" he whispered. "Huh?" grunted David, turning his head back towards him. "Good?" David nodded, "Fan-fucking-tastic! You have one big, hard dick, ya know?" Preston shrugged and grinned. "Almost there." David arched his back and flexed his ass and pushed back against Preston, taking the final inch and a half with a gasp and a grunt. His own cock was pressed up against his abs, rigid, the swollen head oozing glistening strands of precum. Preston looked sideways and saw their reflection in the sliding closet door. He watched David's cock bob and jump as he nudged something deep inside him. He grinned and leaned forward and whispered close to David's ear, "Now it looks like you're ready for the kick- off." Ten minutes after that David's ass had given up any thought of serious resistance. His hole gaped, Preston's cock sailed in and out of the slick heated tube, and David was several minutes into a continuous ongoing anal orgasm as his cock jerked beneath him, oozing cum intermittently. Preston kept saying, "This is fuckin' awesome, fucking awesome..." until he felt the contractions of David finally spilling an entire load into the sheets, whose chest then collapsing down onto the bed, and then Preston changed to, "Oh God, oh my fuck, ohhhhhh!" Momentarily spent, Preston slumped forward on top of the larger guy. His arms slid around him naturally while he caught his breath. His mouth was near David's ear. He whispered, "Touchdown?" "Touchdown," the gasping senior agreed. They both could have gone again, but they didn't. They lay on the bed after a wipe-up with one of David's t-shirts. David was sprawled on his back with an outflung arm, and Preston curled within its curve, close but not quite touching. They both stared at the ceiling fan, watching the circling blades. David spoke first. "That was good, dude. You did good." "I fucking hit it out of the park." "Wrong sport." "Asshole." They both giggled. "Oh man, oh, my ass..." "Ya liked that, huh?" David exhaled with a little gasp, still feeling the length of his sustained orgasm. "Ohhh, you have no idea." They were both quiet again. Then Preston spoke. "What do you want most in the world?" "To play ball." "Really?" "Yeah. I mean, I want a lot of things. I want to have a good life, but to play ball would be the best." "What about the baby?" "It's going to go to a good family." Then he added, "And after this I'm gonna be careful." "Whadda you mean?" "Birth control." Preston thought about this. Then David asked, "What do you want?" The answer was instantaneous, "A car. I mean a truck, but, yeah." "A car?" "Yeah! It gets too hot in summer to ride a bike. And everything's too far, and you always get there late or sweaty - I want a car!" "So save up." "I don't have any way to make money. No one wants to hire a kid and pay them enough money to get a car." "You should talk to Jake Markham." "Who?" Instantly, David regretted the suggestion. "Who's Jake Markham?" "Guy at school, he's a junior." "Why? What's he got going on?" "He's a breeder, and, rumor is, he fucks older guys and they pay him. Like five hundred dollars, or something! If he gets them pregnant." "Oh." Preston absorbed this. "I can't believe you don't know who he is. He's legendary. Dude! He knocked up Mr. Freeman before he went through the change." "Mr. Freeman? The history teacher? He fucked my history teacher?" "Yeah. Mr. Freeman is a total slut. Always wearing a shirt one size too small so everyone can see his huge nipples. And super tight khaki's. You never noticed how at least once a class he drops something so he has to bend over and pick it up?" Preston stuck out his tongue. "Now I will." "Would you be into that? Older guys?" "Dude, everyone is older than me. You're an older guy!" "Fuck you! No, seriously, like old, I mean forty or something." "I dunno. Are they hot?" "I don't know." "Can't they find someone to fuck them for free?" "Who knows? I guess they want a breeder. I mean, they want to get pregnant." "Guys who are forty can still get pregnant?" "Yeah! And older, I think. And there's not enough breeders, and the breeders always go for hot young guys." "Like you." "Yeah." "Asshole! Great asshole. You do have the most perfect butt in Texas." David rolled over, and wiggled it. "It's already looking forward to making you happy again." "After you help me work out." "Deal!" After making a plan to meet up tomorrow to go to the gym, Preston decided to walk home. It was only about a mile and he wanted some time to think. His mind went back and forth between a car and his dick. He was wearing a pair of David's UA's, in fact the senior had given him several pairs of size small that had never fit him. His dick felt fat and heavy, and was close to erect. Already he could feel the wet trickle of sticky precum all around his big knob. The knob that seemed fatter than it was yesterday. He mentally shrugged. Maybe it was like a muscle and the workouts made it grow. He walked past a truck with a For Sale sign it. "$2,000 or best offer." $2,000. He had thirty-seven dollars saved. He looked at the truck. It was old, he didn't know what year. Ford F-150, maybe 1990. He looked at the sign. $2,000. Then it struck him. 4 x 500 = 2,000. Four fucks. And he'd already done it two times today. Three if you counted both times with Principal Connors. He scribbled down the number on the For Sale sign. His dick jumped in his shorts, and squirted out a little gob of precum. He suddenly realized he was going to have to get home and take care of it soon. As he approached his house he could see the mailman in front of him, going in the same direction. He gained on him as the man stopped to deliver mail to each house, and Preston ended up walking up his own front walk almost right behind the guy. He was wearing shorts and for an older guy had a nice build. The shorts were tight across the guy's ass, and the tanned arms looked decent. The legs were great, with sturdy calves, despite the regulation blue-grey socks. He stuck a pile of mail through the mail slot and turned to find Preston right behind him. He smiled at Preston, from beneath a thick mustache with the faintest hint of grey in it. "Home early?" he said. "Yeah," answered Preston, realizing he was temporarily blocking the guy's way, noticing that the guy's eyes had already flicked down to his crotch. Preston let his hand swing so he could give an absent-minded tug on his obvious boner that now stretched almost all the way to his left hip. He stared at the mailman, whose mouth was open. Preston could see the tip of the guy's tongue pressed against his upper teeth. "I got some stuff I gotta take care of." Preston gave himself a little squeeze. The mailman shifted his weight and put his hands on his hips. With a broad smile and a real twinkle in his eye he asked, "Anything I can help with?" Preston was fast finding out that every guy was different. Tim, the mailman, was a completely different experience from David and Principal Connors. He didn't feel the sense of intimidation he'd had with the principal's authority or the inferiority he'd felt next to David's perfection. With Tim, once they'd got into the house, all he had to say was, "Wanna fuck?" The mailman had grinned and replied, "This is my lucky day! Tim's body was bigger than his; he was a grown man, and he was in surprisingly good shape for an older guy, almost fitness magazine material. He was enthusiastic, running his hands all over Preston, first under his shirt, around his small tight lats, over his chest, before going for the prize in his pants. He also kissed Preston. Tim was the first guy to kiss him. Preston almost shied away from the kiss, and the mustache, which tickled, but then he felt the firm tongue flick his lips, and then the lips hit his, and his mouth opened naturally. His tongue touched Tim's, and then Tim's tongue slid into his mouth, slowly exploring, while Tim's hand found Preston's drooling cock. Preston reached out and felt Tim's shoulders, and the back of his arms, rubbing them and pulling him closer. The kissing made Preston like Tim; it made him like him a lot more. That feeling intensified as Tim got Preston's t-shirt up over his head and then shucked down his jeans as he went down on his knees and completely slurped up his dick. Preston swayed on the balls of his feet, blissed out by the warm wet suction. The addition of Tim's right hand behind his balls, gently pressing up, and the left hand on his ass, pulling him in had Preston gasping. He pulled away, "Stop, stop," he groaned. "You don't like?" "No, it's great. I don't want to come yet. Gimme a sec, then I'll fuck you?" "You got it. My pleasure." Fucking Tim was easier and a lot less stressful. Or maybe Preston was just getting more used to it. There was something about Tim's non- judgmental enthusiasm that made everything hotter and more fun. Once he stopped blowing Preston he was out of his clothes in a flash. Shorts, shirt, tighty-whities. He stood there with nothing but a tiny tan line and nice fat five-and-a-half inches, and rubbed his mostly flat belly. "This is it, kid. What you see is what you get. Don't be too harsh." Preston's cock jumped, looking at the guy's chest, and he moved in to kiss him. "Dude, what're you talking about. You're fine." Tim was also pre-lubed, and didn't seem to need the slow entry David had. Tim just took a three-point stance in front of Preston, lined up his beefy dad ass and backed onto Preston's shiny cock. Tim was also a talker. "Oh yeah, that's it, nice and hard, yeah, nice big breeder cock," he murmured, "Oh yeah, sink it in there, sink it in there." He wasn't loose, he was just more relaxed than David. There was still plenty of grip, but more slickness. And he was definitely more juicy. Preston didn't know it, but there were a few earlier deposits deep up there that were helping lube the way. As Tim had said, this was his lucky day. Preston innocently continued to enjoy the sublime pleasure of a freshly-fucked ass as Tim continued to push back. And talk. "Oh yeah, that's it. You got this. Love that big breeder cock in me. Yeah, makin' me real happy, that's it, gimme that cock, stud. Oh yeah, you're making Timbo feel real good." Preston increased the pace, his breath a little shorter. Tim groaned with pleasure. "Oh yeah, that's it, that's it, hittin' everywhere good now..." Preston hammered in deep, hanging on to Tim's sturdy ass, trying not to slip on the floor, wanting more traction, pumping hard, trying to hit whatever it was that made Tim cry out. "Oh God, you got a great cock, son, a great cock, ohhh yeah, that - right - there - there! Ohhh yeah!" "I'm gonna shoot," Preston gasped, and he felt his balls draw up and recoil as if he were going to deliver a punch, and then he felt himself get closer and closer and the feeling that he was about to come started, and then he was gasping as he came, firing shot after shot after shot of hot cum as deep as he could in Tim's slick juicy ass. Preston sat on the floor with his legs spread, his cock red, wet, and regaining its hardness, and a look of goofy happiness on his face. After a few seconds he focused, and smiled lazily at Tim, who was reluctantly dressing after a quick wipe with some paper towel. "You liked that?" the older guy asked. Preston nodded happily. "Hell yeah, that was the best." "Any time you want some dad-pussy." "I could fuck you all day." Tim grinned. "How about all night?" Preston smiled, his mouth open, and he nodded his head around in a circle. "Sure," he agreed. After they traded numbers and Tim left, Preston got on line, holding a bag of frozen peas against his eye. First he looked through the used car listings on Craigslist, then he went on Facebook and looked for Jake Markham. He found him pretty easily - same high school, Cornell, Texas - and clicked to send him a message. Then he stared at the screen, not sure what to type. After a few false starts he finally settled on, "Hi, I go to Cornell, just found out I'm a breeder. Could use some advice. Time to chat?" He sent the message, then waited. Nothing. He wished he hadn't sent the message. He went and got a drink of water, came back, still no reply. He went on Tumblr and checked out some gay porn. For the first time he watched to see what the guys were actually doing, and how they did it. None of the videos seemed that useful, they didn't show before and after, they just showed the middle with people whaling away. Duh, he could do that! He'd been doing that all day. Then he found one where the one guy was sticking his face in the other guy's butt. Gross! He clicked away, but as he did, he caught a glimpse of the face of the guy on the receiving end. The guy looked really happy. Preston clicked around some more, and found a couple videos of the same little Hispanic dude being totally porked by bigger guys with huge dicks. Abnormally large dicks. The little Hispanic dude was moaning like he was in serious pain, and almost looked like he was crying. Even though he kept sliding his muscled cunt-like shaved asshole further onto the giant dicks. Preston made a face and clicked on, and eventually came back to the clip of the guy with the other guy's face up his butt. He watched the clip for longer this time, concentrating on the expression of the guy getting rimmed. He was cute enough, with a scruffy hipster beard and haircut, and he looked like he was in heaven. Even with his limited experience Preston recognized that most of the emotions in the porn scenes were faked, but this guy's pleasure seemed real. His audible gasps were totally in sync with his mouth and rolling eyes. It was a little harder to tell exactly what the other guy was doing with his tongue, but Preston got the general idea. Then the cute guy on the receiving end gasped, "Oh god, fuck me now! You gotta fuck me now!" "Huh," murmured Preston, grasping his own cock, which was painfully hard. He squeezed the big knob and then ran his palm over it, gently rubbing back and forth. He could feel the precum leaking again. He was kind of surprised that he wasn't sore, he'd already fucked or been blown five or six times, yet there was no soreness and he knew he could easily go a few more rounds right now. Also his cock felt bigger. That was weird. He pulled it out of his boxer briefs and wrapped his fist around it, watching it blurp out a glob of precum. It was definitely bigger than it had been this morning. He stuck his other hand down his UA's and felt his balls. They also felt bigger. This morning, or yesterday, they had been like walnuts. Today they were like plums. He clicked back to Facebook and checked if Jake had replied. Nothing. He typed, "I'm not pranking you, I swear. I really need to talk to someone," and hit send before he could change his mind or second-guess himself. Half-wanking, he clicked back to Tumblr, and ended up with a different version of the Hispanic guy getting porked yet again. This one had a slow close-up of the point of entry. The little guy's hole was smooth and perfect between his wide-spread thighs, and the same mellow brown as the rest of him, but with a big ring of raised muscle around the hole, elevating it between his smooth buttocks. Then the giant penis approached, and with no hesitation bored in. Preston clicked back and watched it again, mesmerized. That hot ring of raised muscle that pouted outwards. He felt his cock throb. Then he saw he had a new message. It was Jake. He'd be happy to talk but only had a half an hour. He was at a coffee shop about three miles away. Preston deleted the cache, switched off the computer, yanked up his jeans and was out the door. Preston kind-of recognized Jake when he saw him. Jake immediately guessed who he was, and waved in a friendly manner. Preston slid into the chair opposite him. "Wow, some eye!" "Yeah, don't wanna talk about it." "So, big changes, huh?" Preston nodded. "Yeah." "Today your first day?" Preston nodded. "Don't tell me, hard-on that won't quit, all of a sudden everyone wants to have sex with you, and your dick keeps running." Preston grinned. 'That's - yeah. It's been a weird day." Jake smiled, "Welcome to the club." Preston hesitated. "I - uh - I didn't, it all happened kinda sudden - " Jake nodded. "Yeah, it's not like there's a manual or anything. But it sounded like you had some real questions?" Preston leaned forward. "Did your dick grow?" Jake laughed. "Yeah. Yeah, it did. But only so much. I mean it's not going to grow two feet or anything like that. Your balls grow too. It's supposed to be natural." "Natural?" "Well, you're getting the tools to better do your job." "Which is what?" "To get guys pregnant." "Oh fuck, I can't even..." Preston stared at Jake. "I mean, for real?" Jake nodded. "It's weird, sure. But it's great. You get to fuck all the guys you want. They all want to be fucked by you. Your deal is to have sex. How great is that?" Preston sat and stared at Jake. Jake waved his hand in front of Preston. "Dude! Earth to Preston. You okay, man?" Preston shook his head and then nodded. "Yeah. I'm just - I'll be fine. I'll be fuckin' fine." Jake assessed the younger boy. "You sure?" Preston nodded more convincingly, "Yeah, I'm gonna be fine." "Do you like fucking?" Preston grinned for the first time. "Hell, yes!" "Good. Now what else can I tell you? I gotta leave soon, I have a six-o'clock." "A six o'clock?" "A guy who wants to get pregnant." Preston nodded, waited a second or two, and then asked bluntly, "Does he pay you?" Jake blushed, but answered directly, "Yeah. They do." Preston nodded again. "Uh huh," he said, "That's cool." Jake shrugged. "Do you do it a lot?" "Not that much, one a night, maybe four or five times a week." "Do you like it?" "Fuck, yeah. Well, ninety-nine percent of the time. Very occasionally there's a guy who has different ideas how it should go down, but most of the time they're eager and happy and grateful, and usually pretty hot. I like older guys, so that's a plus. The downside is that I don't get to spend as much time with the guys I want to sleep with." Preston considered all this. Jake looked at him. "I'm telling you all this because it might help you. It's not something I want talked about all over." Preston nodded seriously. "Could I do it? I really, really need to make some money." Now it was Jake's turn to consider. He studied Preston. "You could. But you don't want it to mess with your head. I mean, you just started going through this big change today. You should acclimatize first, get some regular no-strings fucking under your belt, adjust to what's going on." "I'm fine. I fucked three guys today. It was awesome. They all loved it." "Trust me, you need to take your time." "How long? I need to get stuff together if I'm gonna make this work." "Okay, I tell you what, we can talk about this again in a week, and if we both feel you're adjusting to being a breeder, I'll set you up with a client if I have more than I can handle, or we'll figure out a trial run or something. Okay?" Preston wanted to argue but realized Jake wasn't going to change his mind. He also realized how much the older boy could do for him, and he wanted to stay on his good side. So instead, he thanked Jake and told him how much he appreciated his help. Then he leaned forward and whispered a question. Jake laughed. "Oh god, yes! They love it, you'll love it, just make sure everyone's clean before you dive in." On the way home Preston's bike got a flat tire. Preston cursed as he pulled his bike off the road to figure out how bad it was. Two miles from home with a flat tire was a real drag. He didn't have a puncture kit, of course. He started to push his bike, but there wasn't a sidewalk so he had to be really careful of the cars that sped by. It was even more dangerous because it was almost dusk and not everybody had turned on their headlights yet. He'd been pushing his bike for about five minutes when a pickup passed him and then pulled over. A man rolled down a window and said, "Hey son, need a ride? Throw it in the back." Preston hefted his bike into the back of the pickup and got into the cab. The guy driving looked dad-aged, burly, jeans, sweat-stained t-shirt, slight gut. "How long you been walking?" asked the guy. "Ten minutes tops. Thanks for stopping, I really appreciate it." "No problem," said the guy pulling out on the road. "If my son was in the same predicament I'd want someone to stop for him." Preston took a good look at the guy, and noticed the hard muscle in his arms, and the five o-clock shadow around his jaw. The pecs were full, and the nipples were easily discernible. The man's basic raw masculinity made his cock jump, and he felt the now-familiar wetness begin. The guy's name was Ben, they made small talk, and Preston kept looking over sideways at him, despite his cock getting longer and harder. Finally Ben said, "What are you looking at?" "Nothing." "Bull shit. You keep staring at me." Preston shrugged. "Sorry. I was just trying to actually see you." "To see me?" "Yeah, to see what you really looked like. I'm - I don't think we - people - look at each other enough to know who the other person is. We just glance and half see, and then assume we know all the details, or they don't matter - okay, I'll shut up now." The burly man thought about this. "No, I guess that's true. You just realize this?" "Yeah." "That's a hell of a shiner ya got." "Yeah." They drove on in silence for a minute, and now it was Ben's turn to check out Preston. Preston realized what was happening, and tried to let one hand rest in his lap to hide his erection, but it was too late. "Holy shit, kid, is that for real?" "Um, yeah." Pause. "I can't help it, I'm a breeder." "You are?" "Yeah." "Shit." Then, "Wow." Preston watched Ben continue to check him out, and then start to lick his lips. Then Ben took one hand off the wheel and slowly reached out, letting it hover in the air above Preston's crotch. Preston put his hand on top of Ben's and slowly brought it down so he could grip the head of his bulging cock through his jeans. Ben let out a raspy sigh. "Got plans for the next hour?" "No." "Wanna let me take a ride on that?" Preston nodded, "Oh, yeah."