Date: Wed, 16 May 2018 23:36:05 +0000 From: Petr Velky Subject: cornell-tx series, steve-preston-4 Cornell TX: Steve-Preston-4 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. It is fiction, the characters are not real. 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 and encouragement welcome at PetrVelky1@hotmail.com Cornell, TX - Steve Preston Chronicles Chapter Four - Working it Out Tim was dreaming that someone was peeing on him just before he woke up in Preston's bed. He and Preston were tangled in a nest of sheets and Preston's rigid cock was spurting precum that was trickling down Tim's leg. As Tim eyed the rigid, gently jerking cock and moved toward it with his mouth open, the muscular mailman was conscious of how sensitive his ass felt. But in a good way. For the first time in a long while it felt damn close to satisfied. Preston had kept that rigid cock firmly embedded deep in it, giving his prostate near constant stimulation for most of the night. Somewhere between loads seven and eight they'd had to take a break and sneak Tim out to the bathroom for a reset, but then they'd got right back to it. Tim definitely enjoyed being the beneficiary of the kid's stamina and excitement. And Preston had been excited, eager to try out different angles and rhythms, varying positions, seeing how fast he could come, or how long he could hold out. They'd found one position, where Tim was in modified missionary and Preston grabbed Tim's frog- legged ankles like the handlebars of a BMX bike, where Preston was able to give Tim an insanely drawn-out anal orgasm. When they'd finally fell asleep it was with Preston pulled up to Tim's chest with their arms loosely around each other, and Tim's prostate buzzing with pleasure. Now, Tim slid down the bed so as not to wake Preston and slid his mouth over the softly spurting knob. The teen's breeder precum was sweet and slightly gel-like. Tim swallowed, sucked, and ran his tongue under the hard knob, and then around it, and then back to the underside. He held the lower part of the shaft and admired its girth and length. What had happened to the world that a kid woke up with a dick like this? Mentally he shrugged and grinned; his gain. Preston stirred. "That feels great." "Mmmmm," agreed Tim, his mouth full. "Do you have to go to work this morning?" Tim pulled off enough to whisper, "What did you have in mind?" "I don't have to go to school, I just have to look like I am. I don't have to do anything until this afternoon. Could we hang at your house and sleep some more?" "Sleep? Is that all?" Preston smiled his evil smile. "Maybe fuck a little more. If you really want to." Tim rolled his eyes. "You're on. Plus I got Nintendo switch." Preston's mouth fell open. "Dude, awesome!" The evil smile came back. "We could make some bets!" Tim grinned. "So long as I get to lose." Preston spent one of the happiest mornings of his life at Tim's house. They alternated napping, fucking, and playing Super Mario. And for a late breakfast they had bacon sandwiches. Plus Tim's bed was king-sized, which gave them more room to maneuver than Preston's full. It was also less nerve-wracking - they had almost been caught by Preston's dad when he knocked to wake Preston for school. Tim had been astride him, sliding up and down the slick rod, leaning back to find the perfect angle when Preston's dad had yelled, "Get your ass out of that bed!" Tim had pulled off and was over the far side of the bed and onto the floor and Preston pulled the sheet around him and stood up just as the door opened. "See, I'm up," snarled Preston. "Damn straight," said his dad. He sniffed and made a face. "You better shower. Smells like teen spirit in here." Between Mario and fucking they talked. Tim answered all questions good-naturedly. "How come you don't have a boyfriend?" "I have a lot of boyfriends." "Not one?" "I like to fuck around." "Am I okay?" "Okay how?" "In bed." "You are amazing. It's like Mr. Toad's Wild Ride." "What's that?" "It's a Disney reference. Um, crazy, exciting, changing it up a lot." "Why do you like being fucked?" "Nature made me that way." "But what do you like about it?" Tim put down his controller and put his large hand on Preston's thigh, and slid it back and forth, gently rubbing his quad. "I like being close to someone else and joined in a way that makes both of us feel great. When your cock rubs part of me it connects with the feeling in my dick that I have when I come, but your cock makes me feel that over and over again, not just for the few seconds while I come." "Oh." Preston thought. "But I can come over and over again." "Yeah, you can," Tim chuckled. "Not everybody has that gift." "That's it?" "Pretty much for the fucking part." "What else is there?" "There's lots of other things you can do - either instead of or before the fucking. But I meant that there's other things before the fucking that are exciting - you know, the chase. Can you get this person to fuck you? Sometimes that's half the fun." "Flirting." "The chase. And let me tell you, it works both ways. Even with the odds stacked in your favor, Mister Noble Cock!" "What?" "Chaucer." Preston swung over between Tim's legs and licked his rubbery right nipple. He bit it gently. "Easy, easy!" Tim murmured. Preston looked in Tim's eyes and smiled as his cock nudged its way to where they both wanted it to be. Later, after a vigorous exploration of doggie-style that had somehow morphed into Tim hanging off the edge of the bed firing blanks continuously for fifteen minutes while Preston buried three deep, potent loads without ever softening or stopping, Jake texted. "hey man, bored in chem. just checking up on you. how's it going?" A few minutes later when Jake glanced down and saw the reply was an extremely personal picture of Tim, he chuckled out loud. * * * The gym that afternoon was an eye-opener for Preston. For a start, it was enormous. It was bigger than his high school gymnasium, and seemed pretty busy. David started with a tour. There were four long rows of cardio machines, lots of machines at stations, and then a big free weight area. There was also a pool, racquetball and basketball courts, a huge aerobics room, and a room filled with spin bikes. "Wow!" "Pretty sweet, huh?" Preston nodded. There'd been a momentary hitch getting Preston a guest pass. The young muscled guy in a skin-tight black polo had looked at Preston, taking in his size and the eye, and said, "You gotta be sixteen, even for a guest pass." David explained he was mentoring Preston. "Still got to be sixteen." David leaned over the desk, speaking quietly. "You want this kid to be a member here. You don't want him to go to Morty's." The guy's eyes widened. Morty's was an iron pit that catered exclusively to breeders. His eyes went back and forth between David and Preston. "For real?" David nodded. "I'd let him prove it to you, but it was a hell of a fight to get him into a jock." "My boss'd be pissed if I let in a kid, but he'd kill me if I turned down a breeder." He typed in something on his computer and handed Preston a little plastic tag. "This is good for thirty days. If there's no problems, just come see me at the end of that and I'll fix you up." Walking away, David said half-jokingly, "Breeders got it made. Free pass! You know how much this place costs?" Preston shook his head. "A lot." As Preston stopped looking at the gym and started looking at the guys he understood why David had made him wear the jock that was constraining his cock like a steel cage. There were all kinds of guys working out, all different body types, but every one of them was in good shape and seemed to embody the best that body type could be. There were some seriously great asses on display. There were half a dozen squat racks and ten Smith machines, and at every one of them a guy was doing squats. Similarly with the leg press machines, and guys doing kick backs at the cable stations. "See all that?" said David. "Yeah?" "They're doing that for guys like you." David took Preston through a good basic workout and explained about interval training. Preston constantly popped wood, which was greatly constrained by the jock and mostly hidden by the baggy t-shirt that hung down over his crotch. Most of the time he tried to help himself not stare, and the actual weight lifting required concentration that distracted him from the guys around him. It was when he had to run a mile on the treadmill that he almost lost it. He had a clear view of a guy in the row of treadmills ahead of him. Young, maybe early twenties, wide shoulders, big arms, in a light blue t-shirt that clung to the rear deltoids and outlined the lats, but then pooled around the narrow waist, resting on top of the nice butt. The butt was encased in tight black joggers, with the only loose fabric a tiny triangle at the top of the crack. With each step the muscled butt shifted, giving Preston a momentary glimpse of the shape of the back of the sturdy thigh, and then it shifted to the other side. Preston stared at this for a good half mile and came close to actually drooling. "Don't see anything you like?" said David, with a sly grin. "Shut the fuck up dude!" When they hit the bench press it was impossible to hide Preston's excitement. To start off, he was skinny with a practically concave stomach, so when he lay on his back, his crotch was always going to be much higher than everything else. Then his t-shirt scrunched up around his waist as he slid into position on the bench, leaving the big lump in his basketball shorts on unmistakable display. David tried to ignore it as he spotted Preston through a series of presses gradually adding weight to find out what he was able to lift. To his surprise Preston was stronger than he looked, easily benching ninety, topping out around one-fifteen, which had to be close to his bodyweight. 'Not bad, dude!" he complimented him. A few guys noticed Preston, immediately aware of the pheremones he seemed to be emitting. One guy, a hunky DILF, simply came up to them and started talking. He had enough subtlety to make conversation with David first. "You guys having a good workout? Showing your friend the ropes, huh?" but his eyes kept flicking to Preston. Finally he said, "That's quite the shiner you got there. Hope the other guy looked as bad." Preston hefted the bar up and sat up and growled, "Not quite, but someday I'm gonna rip the guy a new asshole." "Oh," said the guy. David giggled as the DILF beat a hasty retreat. "That's one way to keep 'em at a distance." Another guy seemed to notice them but didn't come over. Tall, Asian-American, lanky but with a great v-shaped torso, he was doing pull ups. Between sets he let his eyes drift their way, the hint of a smile ghosting across his face. Preston looked at David, seeing him anew. Other guys were hot, all muscle, or bouncy butt, or ginormous arms, but David was beautiful. Something about the way he was put together, each piece unmistakably part of a seamless whole, yet his arms with the ball-like shoulder narrowing then flaring out into the bicep and tricep. He looked like an action figure, not hypermuscled, but a series of perfect components. Suddenly Preston very much wanted to see David naked again. As did his cock. He felt the spurt of precum, and was immediately aware the jock had no absorbent properties. "Help," he whispered. "What is it?" "I got an emergency. I gotta find some place to jack off or something." "Now?" "Yeah, or it's gonna happen right here." "Okay, okay, let's go check out the sauna." To get to the sauna they had to walk through the changing room, which didn't help Preston at all. There were guys naked, toweling off, in their underwear, bending over, hairy, smooth, chunky, and cut. He tried not to stare but couldn't stop himself when he saw the guy from the treadmill. He was standing in front of a locker with just his t-shirt on, and as Preston watched he pulled the t- shirt up and off, showing off his arms and back. As before, his butt swelled below his narrow waist. He wrapped a towel around his waist and turned toward them, coming face to face with Preston's obscene bulge. His mouth opened. David grabbed Preston by the shoulder and pulled him past, towards the door to the hallway to the pool and sauna. Treadmill guy followed them through the door. "Wazzup guys?" he said, his eyes darting back and forth between them and then down to Preston's crotch. "Just gonna check out the sauna," replied David. "Oh, me too," said the guy. They were the only people in the sauna. It was large enough that there was a clear space in the center of the floor, with two tiers of wood seating. The light was dim. The heat didn't seem to be fully on. The guy turned to them, "Don't mean to crash the party - " "As a matter of fact - " David began, "You're totally not!" Preston finished, with a big smile. He turned to David, "Don't stress, dude, you're my main man, I'm always gonna take care of you." "Looks like you got something that needs taking care of," the guy said to Preston. "I'm Brady," he continued, turning to David and scanning him, "And you're hot." "Shouldn't we be careful? I don't want us to get kicked out on his first day," David said. Brady looked at Preston, who was rapidly stripping out of his clothes and had made it down to the cramped jock and his battered Nikes. "Are you kidding, if they catch him they're gonna give him a key to the place." Preston looked at David as he pulled down his jock. "Why do you still have your clothes on?" David pulled his shirt up over his head and off, meeting Brady's appreciative glance, and then slid his shorts and UA's down together, and stepped out of them. Preston looked at the two of them as they faced each other. David was like a Michelangelo, Brady the smutty cartoon drawing of the same. David's ass represented the ideal glutes, Brady's was saying, "Yeah, and fuck me, fuck me!" Preston stared at the two of them and murmured, "Holy fuck, you guys are hot." Brady turned to Preston, completely aware that despite his size, age, and gleaming black eye, the younger teen was calling the shots. "How's this gonna go down?" "Uh, you guys get acquainted and I'll tag in." "You got it, little buddy." David's breath was raspy as Brady put his hands behind his head and stretched, showing off both his big arms and his ass, as the stretch arched his back. Then he put one hand on David's shoulder and another on his chest and leaned in and slowly kissed him. His little finger circled David's nipple and continued to graze it as he rubbed David's pec. David reached for Brady's waist and let his hands move upward and outward, feeling the hardness of his lats. Preston was so fascinated by the sight of the two older guys exploring each other that he actually held back for a moment, watching them. It felt good to get his cock out of the jockstrap. He realized it had grown a little since or during his twelve hours fucking Tim. It was now a solid eight inches, and whether it was due to its recent painful confinement in David's old jock or it was just part of what was happening he noticed it seemed to have more of a slight curve upward. The head throbbed and a glistening glob of pre-cum bubbled out and slid down the underside. Meanwhile, Brady and David were kissing, both evidently enjoying it. Both of them were hard and their bellies were starting to rub against each other, Brady's flat and David's with its subtle swell. Preston moved in. He didn't want to interrupt their kissing, so he started behind Brady, homing in on the unattainable ass he'd lusted after for a mile. He got a hand each side of the boxy muscular glutes and enjoyed how they were joined to the thighs beneath them. As he rubbed them he could feel his cock jerk with anticipation, and he sprayed a bit of precum on the back of Brady's thigh. He ran his hands up the inside of Brady's thighs working steadily toward the goal. Brady moaned into David's mouth with anticipation, leaning forward into David while at the same time he arched his ass up and back. Preston found the rubbery puck and rubbed it with two fingers. He could feel the slick moisture of self lubrication signaling that Brady was seriously in heat. Brady shifted his weight spreading his legs wider apart. Preston ran a finger in, feeling the tight ring of muscle. "Nice snapper," he cooed. Brady whimpered as Preston continued to frig him. Preston added a second finger and felt the ring of muscle start to relax. The slickness and heat on his fingers made his own cock throb and ooze. Having David there just made his cock harder. He wanted to show David what he had learned since they'd been together. When Preston was positive that Brady was ready, verified by Brady pulling off of David long enough to mutter, "Yeah, oh yeah, do it," Preston pulled the two of them closer to one of the wood steps by the benches. The step was almost the right height for Preston to stand on as Brady backed up against him. Preston bent his knees low enough to wedge the fat head of his pulsing cock against the glistening pucker. Before Preston could thrust in, he felt Brady pushing against him. There was a momentary resistance before Brady's ring snapped around the head and clamped on Preston's shaft. After that it was just a matter of the two of them moving together. "Oh my God, yes!" Brady gasped, "Oh God, yes!" Having finished with Brady's warm-up stretch, Preston was ready for the aerobic part of the workout. Brady's ass wrapped around his cock felt amazing and he was even more excited by where they were and the potential danger that someone might walk in on them at any moment. David being part of everything that was happening also kept him extra stimulated. With each stroke his big knob rubbed the entire insides of Brady's chute, battering his prostate and consistently exploring far past it. Brady panted with excitement; pleasure radiated from his sphincter and prostate all the way up through his chest and his mouth where David had resumed kissing him. And to his cock. David steadily jerked him, and with every stroke from Preston and David he was closer to the edge. Preston felt extra heat around the head of his cock as it was buried at the deepest point inside Brady, the sensation he would learn to recognize of a man reaching the peak of his cycle of readiness. For now he just appreciated how awesome it made his knob feel and how much it made him want to keep his rigid cock right there. "Oh," gasped Brady, "that's SO good..." "Yeah," Preston agreed. "Shit, I'm getting close!" "Yeah?" Brady grunted, "Nut in me, nut in me!" "You're amazing," gasped Preston. "Yeah, you like that?" "Dude! You have one - sweet - fuckhole!" gasped Preston, shuddering as he shot volley after volley of his potent seed deep inside Brady. Brady cried out as David's hand helped Brady shoot his own tell-tale arc of sperm across the room. Preston's legs were shaking from the sustained effort of pumping in a modified squat while balancing on the step, so he reluctantly disengaged. Brady put his arm around Preston to hold him up, and pulled he and David together close to his face. He kissed David and then he kissed Preston. David and Preston's faces came close to each other but then they both drew back. "What?" Brady said, "you guys don't kiss?" Preston shrugged and made a face. "No, we're bros. We go to school together. He's my bro." "Like that makes a difference," Brady laughed. David shrugged, "It's cool." Brady looked at Preston. "Thanks dude, that was amazing." "We're not done," said Preston, "now it's his turn." "I don't know," David began, but Preston told him to shut up. He pulled David and Brady to the center of the room and then he pushed gently on Brady's shoulders. "I need you to blow him," he said. "What?" Brady resisted, "Dude, give me a sec, I just had the most intense cum of my life." "Okay, but come on, dude, help me out here. Look if you do, I'll fuck you again, anyway you want." To David's surprise Brady stepped up and starting between his pecs slowly licked all the way down his abs and stomach, down to his beautiful cut cock, which he kissed all over the head, and then very deliberately slid his mouth over the bulbous helmet and down the shaft. David let out a long sigh. He gasped again when he felt Preston's tongue on the small of his back traveling downwards. Preston's hands held David's glutes apart and then David felt Preston's tongue slowly getting closer to his target. Even though he could feel it coming he still squirmed and gave a jump as the tip of Preston's tongue swirled around David's tight pink pucker. Preston wasn't as grossed out as he thought he might be, and David's first long moan that came right from his gut triggered something in Preston, making him aware of the challenge to do this right, as well the realization that this could unlock a hell of a lot of doors. Even now David's thighs instinctively shifted further apart giving Preston greater access. Preston started to dig in with the tip of his tongue feeling that hot silky smoothness and exploring the tightness of the ring. Even though he didn't have much more than peach fuzz he rubbed his chin against the rearmost portion of David's taint. Every now and then he had to pull back a little to breathe but then he dove right back in. In front, Brady had David all the way in his mouth. David was completely overwhelmed with sensory overload as Brady now enthusiastically slurped his shaft to the root while running his hands all over David's thighs, and Preston's tongue bravely drilled where no tongue had drilled before. His body actually jerked back and forth between them and he did the bobble-headed thing while babbling, "oh my GOD... unhh, what are you, ahhh - aMAZing - don't stop - amazing - God - oh! DAMN!" A couple minutes later David was begging to be fucked. He didn't care that Preston was a scrawny freshman, that they were in the sauna with a door that didn't lock, that anyone could walk in at any moment, he just knew he wanted, no, needed that breeder cock inside him now. Brady was the one who figured out how they should do it; he pulled them toward the tallest bench and he sat on it and David straddled one of his big thighs, then Brady leaned back with his arms around David giving Preston an excellent target just about the right height. Still trying to be sensitive and put into practice everything he'd been learning, Preston nestled the big head of his dripping cock right up against David's pucker where he held it, and bounced on the balls of his feet, pressing in, holding, pressing in, holding. David was slick with excitement, and the ring spasmed against the head of Preston's cock. His taint was pressed against Brady's big thigh, Brady spit in his hand and slowly swirled his palm over and under the head of David's cock, and Preston held it in first gear, advancing but not busting through the ring. "Fuck me," whispered David. "What's that?" said Preston. David grunted louder, "Fuck me." "Fuck me, bro." "Yes, god damn it, fuck me BRO!" Preston pushed harder, David grunted, and the brofucker slid in. "Nice, huh?" grinned Brady. "For a little guy, he's a monster." David's eyes rolled back, Brady's arms pulled him in, Preston shifted into third, building up to a nice speed, pistoning David's slick ass. Preston leaned forward, his arms around both of them, sliding his hands over one set of lats, then another. "You are both so fuckin' hot," he muttered, as David began to rock backwards against him. Every downstroke he hit David's back with his belly and chest and the physical bumping against David's body started to trigger him. He could feel the sweat between them, the heat and slipperiness, the same way he could feel the heat of David's clutching anus. David was coming now, a constant stream of watery fluid spurting each time Preston's cock hit him deep inside. "That's it, baby," Brady whispered, leaning in and licking the side of David's jaw and down his neck, breathing in his ear, "Come for us." A few more strokes and he did, soaking Brady until the cum ran down his stomach and puddled beneath them. Seconds later Preston exploded deep inside David, followed by collapsing forward and gasping for breath. "Dang, buddy," said Brady, "Even I felt that.