Date: Sat, 9 Jun 2018 14:32:55 +0000
From: Petr Velky <PetrVelky1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cornell TX: Steve-Preston-6

Cornell TX: Steve-Preston-6
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.

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Cornell, TX - Steve Preston Chronicles
Chapter Six - Splash

Preston was conscious of the size and weight off his cock as he pedaled
his bike uphill. Even though he was wearing a pair of David's cast-off
small UA's, he could feel his thick semi-hard rod flop around in his
jeans. Plus, it was spurting pre-cum again. He had taken the second
half of the night off from Tim, much to the horny mailman's
disappointment.

"I'm really sorry, dude," he said regretfully, "but I've got to get
this one right."
Tim stroked the teen's beautiful rigid cock with its pulsing head. "You
think you're not going to be able to get it up when it counts?" he
asked in disbelief.
Preston grinned, "Um, yeah, I think everything is going to work out
just fine. But I can't take any chances. This is my whole future."
Tim laughed. "Okay, I won't mess with your WHOLE future, but I sure
don't want to be your past."
Preston looked at him. "Dude, you have the sweetest, most generous,
open creamy butthole I have fucked. I love every second my cock is
inside you. There's no way I could quit that cold turkey. You got
nothing to worry about."
"Not even all those cute teenagers you keep plowing?" Tim asked.
"Weeeell," Preston acknowledged, "they're pretty great, too. But you're
special. No one else has climbed in my window. That was totally hot."
He paused as Tim gently squeezed his cock and licked his lips.
"Besides, I never noticed you having trouble getting action."
Now it was Tim's turn to grin. "Yeah," he said, "if you're busy I might
have a backup plan."
"I knew it," crowed Preston, "You horndog! You are such a slut."
Tim laughed, "I'm not gonna stay home and work on my stamp collection!
But you're always gonna be at the top of my list."

As Preston pedaled he thought, for the millionth time, how much he
wanted to get a truck.  Now that he was back at school, and riding his
bike everywhere, every day, it was a pain. Plus his bike didn't fit in
David's car at all, so it wasn't like David could give him and his bike
a ride.

Being back at school had been its own trip.  Preston's eye was still
healing, and he frequently had a hard-on that wouldn't quit, but his
teachers noticed a newfound sense of authority and confidence in place
of the previous quiet belligerence.  And although he was now called to
the principal's office on a daily basis he usually returned smiling.
Principal Connor seemed remarkably chipper after these visits, also.

He didn't hang out with David at school, which wasn't that odd.  For a
start, they had very different schedules and classes, but when they did
see each other, David treated him as an adult friend.  He'd been
talking to David, making plans for that day's workout, when Paul
Robinson had walked past. He'd given Preston a dirty look and sneered,
"Hangin' out with freshman now, Bukowski?"
David had remained calm and put a restraining hand on Preston's
shoulder, as the young teen was already balling up his fists.  "He's
hanging out with me, and I'm just fine with that," he said calmly. "I'm
proud to have this dude as my friend."
Preston had been stunned by David's quiet declaration, and this allowed
Robinson to move on down the hall.

It made it that much worse that Preston could see Paul's dad, Ben, in
him.  They had the same body type - an attractive stockiness, and there
was something about the nose and jaw.  But where the father was gut-
muscle and DILF-bulk, the son was toned for wrestling. And he had a
really nice muscular ass.  Preston was angry with his own cock as it
lurched in his UA's as he watched Paul walk away.  He had really liked
Ben...

While Preston and Paul Robinson mostly seemed able to avoid each other
there was someone else on the wrestling team who kept turning up.
Tyler Unger was the team captain, short, stocky, and packed with
muscle, with thighs that looked difficult to get into jeans; he had
taken to turning up whenever Preston was near the seniors' classrooms.
He'd say, "Hey, Preston," in a surprisingly deep baritone, and give him
a serious nod filled with unspecified intent.  Nothing further yet,
but... Preston also noticed a grudging respect from some other
upperclassmen as they passed him in the halls.  It was always the same;
they'd go from not seeing him to realizing who he was, to a furtive
glance downward at his crotch coupled with a hungry look in their eyes.

And it wasn't just Principal Connors that Preston was keeping happy.  A
couple days ago his history teacher, Mr. Freeman had asked Preston to
see him after 4th period to discuss his homework.  Preston had turned in
his homework, and he was pretty sure he'd done a good job. (Tim knew a
lot about the Civil War, and, with his prodding, Preston had even
included a cool Walt Whitman quote.)  But after 4th period he showed up
as asked.

Preston shut the classroom door and walked up to his teacher, who was
wearing ridiculously tight khakis and a polo shirt that displayed his
bounteous pecs with their big protruding nipples.  "What can I do for
you, Steve?" asked the teacher. Preston looked at him evenly, tugged at
his own obvious hard-on, and dropped a book on the floor.
"You could pick that up," he said, "and call me 'Preston.'"
Mr. Freeman bent over and Preston's hands were instantly on his ass
caressing the big plump mounds of tightly packed butt muscle and
exploring the crevice between them. Mr. Freeman grabbed the desk and
arched his back.  "Time to unbuckle those pants and deliver, teach,"
Preston whispered.
"Don't forget you need to show a little respect," said Mr. Freeman.
Jake unbuckled his own pants, letting his eight-and-a-quarter inch cock
with a big sticky knob bob up.  Speechless, Mr. Freeman stared at the
shining knob and the wicked curve.  "Is that something YOU want to
respect, teach?" Preston asked.

Mr. Freeman continued to stare, mesmerized, as he could actually see
the engorged head slowly throb.  Suddenly Preston was deferential.  "If
you'd like to take a ride on that, sir, let me know." He took his cock
in hand, shook it firmly, letting strands of pre-cum spin in the air,
and then he deliberately started to put it back in his jeans. Mr.
Freeman's mouth hung open and his breath came in short gasps.  "Just
let me know, sir," Preston repeated, turning away.
"Wait!" croaked Mr. Freeman, his chest heaving. Preston could see his
teacher's huge pecs were lactating and wet patches were starting to
appear where his nipples poked against his tight shirt.  "I was an ass,
we can do anything you want."
"If you say that," Preston said, "you better mean it. Now get out of
those pants."

Mr. Freeman had no reason to regret his acquiescence. Spread over his
desk, Preston grinned behind him as he surveyed his handsome teacher's
meaty rump. He slid his hands down Mr. Freeman's back.
"I'm going to let you do it, sir. Whenever you're ready. I'll need you
to bend your legs a little to get the height right."
The panting man tried backing toward Preston without success. Mr.
Freeman's whimper was a mixture of frustration and need. "All right,"
he said, "I'm sorry. In fact, I was an asshole. I apologize. Can we
start again?"
"Sure," said Preston, "happy to. Now turn around. And pull up your
shirt!"
Mr. Freeman turned around, displaying his big round pecs with their
huge nipples. Preston reached up with both hands and grabbed them,
bringing one of them to his mouth where he sucked greedily.
"That's - it, ahhhhh - " said Mr. Freeman, breathing heavily and
thrusting his chest out. After he'd had had a taste from each side,
Preston turned Mr. Freeman around, who instinctively arched his back
and bent back over the desk. Preston inserted two fingers into the taut
but nicely self-lubricated man pussy that the older men presented.
Using a slight twisting motion he easily found the swollen lust-
hardened prostate. Rubbing gently he asked, "Is that more like it,
Teach?"
"Ha ha," mumbled Mr. Freeman.
"Was there something else you wanted?" Preston asked innocently.
"Please," said Mr Freeman, "please..."
"Okay," said Preston, "why don't you put it in."
Mr. Freeman reached behind him and reverently took hold of Preston's
cock and lined it up with his spasming hole. Preston leaned in slowly
until he felt the ring, and ignoring the restraint he gave a little
shove and punched through. "Oooof!" gasped Mr. Freeman.
"Oh, yeah, teach," Preston murmured, "that's the feeling huh? You like
having that big boy popped."
Mr. Freeman's butt smarted, his pride smarted, and yet as Preston
bottomed out deep inside him and finally began to give him the pounding
he craved, Mr. Freeman wouldn't have changed places with anyone else on
Earth.  And Preston was generous, not holding back, pumping deep and
long, punching the right places, and running his hands over as much of
Mr. Freeman's plush body has he could reach. "Would now be a good time
to talk about my homework," he asked innocently, just before he
unloaded about a quart of potent breeder cream deep inside his gasping
teacher's orgasming butthole.
* * *

The only downside to fucking Mr. Freeman at lunch was that Preston got
to algebra incredibly hungry. His stomach growled as he slid into his
seat. Having dumped such a heavy load way up inside his history
teacher's grateful ass, his cock was momentarily sated but his stomach
was not. He looked at his pregnant teacher, Mr. Noser who was solving
for x.
"X, x, x," thought Preston, "sex."
He was staring at the trim Hispanic man, watching him write on the
board when he noticed the man's nice forearms and the subtle swell of
his ass, as well as the obvious baby bump in front.  Six or seven
months along, maybe.  He was still thinking about his teacher when he
realized the teacher was speaking to him. "... right now." Mr. Noser
sounded a little annoyed, or was it jealous? "The principal right now,
Preston."
Preston nodded and gathered his books. Then Mr. Noser winked at him.
"See me after school if you need help catching up," he said, "otherwise
finish the problems at the end of chapter 5 tonight."

Principal Connors looked up eagerly as Preston entered his office, and
shut the door. The big man loosened his tie as Preston appreciatively
took in the big man's expansive chest and substantial arms. "How are
you today, son?"
"Really hungry, I missed lunch."
"I've got half a club sandwich if you'd like-"
"Awesome!"

Preston sat on the now familiar padded office bench and went to work on
the sandwich as Principal Connors slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Then he
undid his belt. He sat next to Preston on the bench, while Preston
chewed enthusiastically.
"Why is it called a club sandwich?" Preston asked.
"Because it's big enough to hit someone over the head with."
"Isn't that a hoagie?"  Preston chewed.
"How are you adjusting to everything?" Connors asked.
"It's going great," Preston answered. "But it's a trip, something new
everyday."
"So," the principal paused, taking a deep breath that vastly expanded
his already powerful chest, "you're having a lot of sex?"

Preston chuckled. Principal Connors made an "Oh, really?" face.
"Yeah," said Preston, chewing the last bite of the sandwich, "it's been
pretty good."
Preston noticed the big man wasn't wearing an undershirt today, and as
he looked sideways he could see the big pink nipples that crowned the
man's pecs. Connors reached out and put a hand on Preston's pants,
feeling the obvious bulge. Preston's cock responded immediately,
stiffening and tenting his jeans.

"Have you been fucking young guys?" the principal murmured.
"Sure," said Preston. The big man was unbuttoning Preston's jeans.
Preston's cock was tangled in his UA's as usual, and the principal
worked to sort things out.
"A lot?" asked the principal, his breath a little shorter.
Preston leaned back, enjoying the attention, "Oh, yeah."
"And," continued the principal, "are they," he paused, "tight?"

Preston picked up on the cue right away. "Oh, yeah" he said. "some of
'em, they're real tight."
The principal's breath was shorter still as he wrapped one of his big
hands around the long shaft, and with the other squeezed just under the
head, milking out a big spurt of the teen's warm, clear, gel-like
precum. "Tell me," rasped Connors, bending forward with an open mouth
to siphon Preston's juice.

Preston sighed as he felt the sweet warm wetness of his principal's
mouth envelop his cock, which rewarded the man with another jet of
precum. He took the opportunity of Connors leaning forward to reach
down the back of the man's pants, inside his tightly stretched tighty-
whities. His wiry fingers found the warm and flexing dad-pucker, and he
rubbed it, savoring the heat and sudden slipperiness. He dug in with
two fingers, corkscrewing...

"Ummh?" Connors, groaned, his mouth full and his eyebrows raised.
Preston continued the twisting, intimate probing.
"Oh, yeah, some of them are really tight. They want it, but I'm kind of
big now. So sometimes they're all hot and eager, but they aren't
opening up, so I hafta do it for them."  Preston gave a sharp thrust
into his Principal's mouth.
"Unnghhh!"
Preston was inspired to try to work in a third finger. The principal
made some sort of incomprehensible sound.
"Yeah," said Preston, continuing. "Then I just have to barrel through
to get the job done. But they really like it; they seem to like it. A
lot. But it's so tight, so very tight. On my cock. When I try pull
partway out, they're clamped on there so good, it's like I pull their
asshole away from their body."
He got the third finger in and twisted his hand in the hot wetness.
"Sometimes the guys are almost crying, but they never tell me to stop.
They keep pulling me in."
Principal Connor's chest was heaving and his dad-pussy spasmed.  Little
beads of sweat appeared at his temples.
With his free hand , Preston reached inside the unbuttoned shirt and
tweaked a big protruding nipple. Hard.
"Sir," said Preston, "it's time to fuck."

By now all three fingers were as deep as he could get in his
principal's convulsing butt. Connors stood up, his slacks falling to
the floor, but still in his tighty whities, tenting out the front and
Preston's hand deep in the back.
"Put your tie back on, sir," said Preston.
"My tie?" answered his principal.
"Yeah, and keep your shirt on."
"Tell me more," gasped Connors.
Preston pushed the big man down onto the bench on his back, while
yanking up the back of Connors' underwear just enough to give him
access while leaving the man's balls and cock tangled up between his
thighs.

Preston straddled the bench bringing his rock-hard jerking cock into
play. He pressed the big head against the older man's snapping
sphincter. Preston looked the man in the eyes. "Sometimes," he said,
"the guy wants it really bad and he's spreading his legs and you can
totally tell how much he needs it, but I still have to bust my way in.
That's what you want, isn't it, sir.  You want me to bust you?"  He re-
positioned the big head of his rock-hard boner against the quivering
slot between the big buttocks under him, rubbing the pulsing entrance,
relishing the man's desperate need.

 Preston leaned forward, reaching inside the man's dress shirt,
grabbing a nipple in each hand and tweaking them roughly, and thrust in
with his cock as hard as he could. He felt the ring of muscle's
momentary resistance, paid no attention, and his big head popped in.
And he went deep.  The principal's chest heaved, he cried out, and
Preston gripped his nipples again.  "That's how I do it to them, sir,
just like that."
* * *

Preston found it difficult to pedal with a hard-on. He bet Jake had
never had to ride a bike to appointments.  He thought about how nice
Jake had been to him, but that was a mistake, because now he remembered
the barbecue/pool party he'd been to with the Markham's.  Actually, the
pool had been next-door at the Kelly's.  He'd been impressed with a lot
of things that afternoon.  The older boy's obvious affection for both
his father and Mr. Kelly, and how well-behaved everyone was.  And how
clean the homes were.  Really clean.  Everything neat and tidy.  Also,
how the boys called their father, "Sir."  Preston immediately
recognized how useful calling someone "sir" could be.  You could get
away with much more.  But now, as he pedaled, Preston's cock stiffened
even more, as he remembered Jake's twin brothers.  Especially Aaron.

Aaron was the more outgoing of the twins, more jock-ish, more of a bro.
The type of guy Preston was beginning to realize really liked his dick,
and his dick really liked them. He'd barely been at the Kelly's for
five minutes before he could feel the vibe.  Just the way the senior
was paying attention to him, and joking around. Aaron was wearing a
square-cut tight-fitting swimsuit and a black tank top, and he had the
most muscles to spare.  His eyes flicked at Preston, and he'd grinned.
"Wanna get in the pool?"
"I didn't bring a suit."
"That's no problem."
"Aaron," admonished Mr. Markham, who was finishing fixing the potato
salad. "We can lend you something," he said to Preston.
"Sure," said Aaron.  "Come with me," he told Preston, "I'll get you
fixed up."
Preston didn't miss the amused look the pregnant Daniel shot his twin
brother as he followed Aaron back to the Markham's.

Preston stood in the doorway of the twins' bedroom while Aaron rummaged
through a drawer, producing both a speedo and a regular pair of swim
shorts. He held both up for Preston, grinning.
"I'll take the shorts."
"You sure?"
"I don't have the body for that one."
"I bet you have the cock for it," Aaron grinned.
"Yeah, but you have the butt."
"Then it looks like we have everything we need."  Aaron moved toward
him.  "Why don't you try the shorts on and I'll try these."

Preston stood there in the doorway in disbelief and laughed.
"Come on, dude, have a little fun," the older teen said, pulling off
his tank top, displaying a nice set of abs, and some shelf-like pecs.
"What about the others?  What if we get -"
"Caught?  Come on!  Jake's probably fucking Mr. Kelly right now."
Aaron peeled down the square cut, managing to turn as he did so,
showing Preston both a nice six-incher sticking out from shaved pubes,
and a really nice muscled ass.  Aaron also bent over in a pike position
to pull the speedo on, giving Preston a glimpse of his glistening pink
puck.  When Aaron straightened up and adjusted the tight speedo,
Preston was surprised that his own breath was a little shorter.

Aaron turned to him, with his hands on his hips and his butt stuck out,
and said, "Your turn."
"Ok," replied Preston, levelly, trying to stay calm.  He pulled his own
shirt up and off his head, conscious of his skinniness.
"No body fat on you," said Aaron, "I like it."
Preston flashed him a split second look, a mixture of disbelief and
gratitude.

Preston unbuckled his jeans matter-of-factly, still wary of the older
teen's reaction. He had nothing to worry about, judging from Aaron's
admiring stare.  And fast move toward him.
"I knew you were going to be fun, I didn't know how much! Can I?" Aaron
reached for Preston's semi-hard cock and gave it an eager tug. Preston
ran his hand over Aaron's abs. Then Preston leaned in and flicked
Aaron's right nipple with the tip of his tongue. Soon their arms were
around each other and their hands were everywhere. Preston was slightly
disappointed that Aaron wasn't much of a kisser, but the hard body and
the muscled ass in the snug speedo more than made up for it. Preston
moved his hands from outside the back of the speedo to the inside,
working his hands down Aaron's crack, his fingers seeking the winking
puck. The second that his fingers rubbed across the lips he heard Aaron
moan. "Oh! Yeah, buddy! That's it, [gasp] that's it." Preston continued
working his fingers while Aaron reverently jacked his now fully erect
cock.

Aaron pushed Preston away enough to see his face. "I want to sit on it,
can I sit on it?"
Preston nodded, "Sure but...?"
Aaron pushed him toward a weight bench, struggling to kick off the
speedo at the same time. "Lay down," he said, "you'll see."
Preston sat on the weight bench and then lay back. In one swift move
Aaron straddled him and reaching behind himself to line things up
started to lower his butt onto Preston's cock.

Preston stared up at him. Aaron's chest was up, his back was arched, he
looked magnificent, and then Preston felt him bounce on the knob of his
cock. Aaron gave him a mischievous look. "Ready little buddy? he asked
and sank down.  The head met the initial resistance and then Aaron gave
a little bounce and it popped through. This was different than the
principal. Or Mr. Freeman.  This was tight.  T-i-g-h-t.
"Oooooo," said Preston.
"Like that," grinned Aaron, "Slick enough?"
Preston nodded.  "Yeah, but - you are nice and - tight."

"Baby oil," said Aaron. "I'm not lubricating right now. Is it okay?"
Preston nodded. "Oh yeah, it's great!"
Aaron squatted further. Preston rolled his eyes. "Dang!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, buddy!" said Aaron, sinking deeper. "Okay, here we go, all the
way," and he took the last two inches. Preston was now balls deep and
Aaron was fully impaled. "Oh, man!" Now it was Aaron's turn to roll his
eyes. "You are a big guy. Feels like a -" "Red Bull can?"
"I was gonna say 'baseball bat.' Ohhhhhh," groaned Aaron as he moved up
and then sank back down, "Oh, that's SO good, oh, yeah, damn!!!" Aaron
rose and then impaled himself again, this time faster, and groaned
again with pleasure, "Dude! That's fantastic!"

He was really posting on Preston's cock now, and Preston could tell he
was loving every minute of it.
"Oh. God! That feels so good," he said. "Just what I needed. Dude, wish
I got this everyday."
Preston looked at him, "Don't you? I mean, you've -" He blushed.  "Your
- do you - and your brothers - fool around?"
Aaron bounced on Preston's cock. "Not so much with Jake, I mean he's
really into Mr. Kelly big time. And Daniel's a bearer like me. I mean
sure, we fooled around, probably a lot, but it's not like we can give
each other what we both need." He paused to concentrate on enjoying
dropping his ass squarely on the perfect spot.  "At least we got a way
to get it."
"Huh?" said Preston.
"Oh," laughed Aaron, "twins are a really hot commodity. Lots of guys
want to do twins. And we make it worth their while. It's as good as
being a breeder, just about. General Portis loves us."
"John's Dad? John Portis's Dad?"
"Yeah, all we have to do is whistle and he comes running.  Although we
usually end up at his house."
"So do you always do it together?"
Aaron laughed, "Most of the time, but now and then I want to keep
something all for myself. Like now. You're a real prize, you know." The
older teen was still happily bouncing on Preston's rock-hard cock.  "I
don't want to share you.  At least not for the next five minutes."
"Share?"
"Would you wanna fool around with both of us sometime?"
"What, are you nuts?" Preston answered. "Sure! I'm down!"

Preston thrust upward, eliciting happy noises from Aaron. Preston also
reached up with his hands, running them over the chiseled abs and
feeling the definition of Aaron's lats. "Really nice," he murmured.
"A lot of work," said Aaron.  "Glad you like it."
Then they stopped talking to concentrate on the job at hand.

The two teenagers were so thoroughly involved with making themselves
feel good that they didn't notice Daniel standing in the doorway.
"Dad wants to know how many burgers you want."
Aaron looked down at the shocked Preston and grinned.
"Three.  And this guy'll eat three as well."
Daniel nodded and smiled back.  Unlike his twin, he was obviously
pregnant. It didn't affect the rest of his body, which was still as fit
as his brother's, although it looked a little less cut.  But the baby
bump was full and round.  As he watched his brother fuck Preston, he
pulled the front of his shorts down below his belly, and he rubbed the
smooth globe of life with one hand, while his other went up to his
pecs, more full than his brother's, and slowly caressed a nipple, his
fingers drifting back and forth over it.
"How is he?"
"Like granite.  Want a turn?" Aaron's eyes flicked to Preston, checking
for objection.
Preston was mesmerized by Daniel's belly.  Suddenly Aaron gasped and
seconds later shot white ropes of cum that fell on Preston's chest and
stomach.  "Ohh fuuuck!"

A minute later the twins were changing places.  The logistics were
slightly different with Daniel, but Aaron supported him as he got into
position, and his athlete's legs were still plenty strong.  Preston
reverently stroked Daniel's belly and looked up at the teen.
"Don't worry, you're not going to hurt it."
"It's so - beautiful."
Daniel ran a finger down Preston's bony sternum.  "Thanks, doesn't
always feel that way."
Beside them, Aaron knelt and positioned Preston's cock for his brother,
giving Preston's cock a couple of strokes and an admiring squeeze.
"You're gonna love this, Danny," he muttered. "I could a gone another
ten minutes."

Daniel sank onto Preston's cock with a grateful sigh, his natural
lubricant easing the way.  He was looser and warmer than his brother,
and in greater need, and soon he was gasping in happy relief.  Aaron
jerked his brother with one hand and caressed Preston and his brother
with the other.  Preston had both hands on the sides of Daniel's
swollen belly, realizing on a new, deeper level what he could do.  And
then he came.

Preston had a great time during most of the remainder of the pool
party. Stan Markham, Jake's dad, was kind without being intrusive.
Preston could see why Jake was so fond of his father. He could also see
why Jake was so enamored of Mr. Kelly. The pregnant man had a bloom
about him that made him seem almost beautiful. At one point, when he
was standing at the edge of the pool half wrapped in a towel, one hand
protectively resting on his round protruding belly, the other hand
unselfconsciously playing with a nipple, Preston was reminded of a
picture from school, something about a half shell.

Aaron managed to keep Preston in a state of excited sexual arousal
throughout the afternoon. He was constantly brushing up against Preston
or touching him in ways that seemed natural and inconsequential but
were really filled with intent. Especially in the pool. Time and again
when they were horsing around Preston felt Aaron's hands on his cock.
Twice he pulled down Preston's shorts and actually had Preston's cock
out. The second time he turned around and quickly backed on to it.
Preston was shocked but unable to stop him, and again, he couldn't
believe how hot and tight Aaron felt. In the pool it was difficult to
get any traction to thrust but Aaron helped out as much as he could.
"What if we get caught?" Preston whispered. "No one will care," said
Aaron. "They'll just pretend to be shocked for a second.  I guarantee
you Jake does Mr. Kelly before the afternoon's over."

Aaron's prediction was a hundred percent accurate as in the shallow end
Jake pretended to give Mr. Kelly a shoulder massage, but as he was
rubbing the older man's shoulders it was clear he was also rubbing him
somewhere else. Deeply.  And very successfully from the look on Mr.
Kelly's face.

Even while Aaron had Preston distracted and boned up, Preston had time
to notice Stan Markham's attractiveness. He found himself thinking
about the older man and how enjoyable it might be to be in bed with
him. Clearly, from the way he looked at Preston and Jake, he had needs
too. For a split second it made Preston wonder about his own father.
What did his father look like with his shirt off? Preston wasn't
actually sure. He didn't think he'd ever noticed. He was pretty sure
his dad was in good shape. Then he pushed the thought out of his head
as Aaron dove underwater and was trying to get his mouth on Preston's
cock.

Aaron came up for air, his mouth and eyes full of water. He shook his
head like a crazy dog, scattering water everywhere. Then he tried to
grab Preston's cock again. Preston loved the attention but wasn't sure
where it was coming from.  "Dude, you're really horny, aren't you?"
Aaron grinned. "Sure, who wouldn't be around this?" He gave Preston's
cock a squeeze.  "It makes me feel, I dunno, I just want to grab it,
squeeze it, sit on it, it's like the greatest thing in the world."
"What he means is, he wants to have a good time and hopes you do too,"
said Daniel quietly, who had appeared behind them again.  "If he gets
to be too much, just tell him to chill, but if you're enjoying it, why
not?"
Preston looked back and forth between the two of them and smiled.
"Okay," he said, and he climbed onto Aaron's back, "Swim dolphin man,
swim!"
"You watch that cartoon?"
"All the time."
Preston slipped his arms around Aaron and felt him up while Aaron swam
the length of the pool. Aaron dove with Preston clinging to his back
and they swam underwater.  Now that Preston was on Aaron's back he felt
marginally more in control.  He ran his hands all over the older teen,
relishing his turn to be the aggressor.

Pressed against Aaron's back and feeling his chest and lats, Preston
was fully boned up immediately. He reached down and pulled down the
back of Aaron's speedo and the front of his own shorts and then pressed
his cock into dolphin man's cleft. Seconds later he was inside Aaron's
hot slick chute. Aaron swam to the edge of the pool, and, clinging to
the side, undulated his ass.
The fullness of Aaron's pecs in his hands and the tightness of Aaron's
ass, plus the sparkling water and blue sky, and being part of a cartoon
come to life got Preston the edge really fast.
"Oh dude!" he gasped, "Oh, dude, you're so hot! I'm gonna nut!"
Many things happened instantly.  Aaron freaked and said "Don't!" with a
note of genuine alarm, while pulling him off and calling for Daniel.
"Give Daniel your load."

Daniel approached them, but couldn't jump in the pool.  He bent down to
sit on the edge to get in the water, but it was awkward. Preston looked
confused.
"What's happening?"
A quiet voice said, "He wants your breeder cock; he doesn't want your
breeder sperm."
It was Mr. Kelly's son, who had been hanging out in his room until now.
Closer in age and build to Preston than the twins.  Wearing boardshorts
and Clark Kent glasses, with shaggy hair.
"Just shut the fuck up, Marshall!"
"The whole point of fucking is to come."
"Go back to your room and play with your dildo collection."
"Ooo, hostile."
"At least we have sex with someone beside our brother."
Marshall's face turned bright red.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" said Daniel. "Marsh, can you take Preston inside
and get me something to drink.  No alcohol." He turned to Aaron, "Let's
take a breather, huh."

In the kitchen Preston watched Marshall fix a fruit drink with protein
powder for Daniel.  And a rum and coke for himself.  "Want one?" he
asked.
'Sure," replied Preston. "So what was that all about?"
"Fuck if I know. He wants to play ball, and he can't if he's pregnant,
I guess.  But he still wants to fuck everything in sight."
Now it was Preston's turn to redden.
"Sorry."
"He doesn't like you?"
Marshall sighed.  He looked at Preston, trying to make up his mind.
Then he handed Preston a very weak rum and coke.
"My older brother's a breeder.  He's away at school right now.  But
he's - really hot."
'So?"
"When he was here at spring break Aaron kept trying to hit on him."
Preston sipped his drink.  "Did he - they, uh, hook up?"
Marshall made a face.  "I don't want to think about it."
Preston said, slowly, "They hooked up.  But you wanted to..."
Marshall rolled his eyes in frustration.  "I said, I don't want to
think about it."
"But why is he pissed with you?"
"'Cause I fucked my brother the rest of the week."  Marsh took in
Preston's troubled glance.  "I told you, he's super hot.  He was the
first guy I ever slept with.  When I went through the change I was so
god damn horny, and he was here, in the bedroom next to me.  I just
climbed in his bed and..." He took another swig.  "So screw Aaron
meathead."
"Aaron is pretty hot," Preston said evenly.
"Yeah but he's always using it."
"I'd use it if I looked like him," said Preston.
Marshall didn't want to give up. "My brother says he's a lousy kisser."
Preston nodded. "He's not that good. But he's good at other stuff."

Marshall leaned toward him. "I know how to kiss." His lips met
Preston's and his tongue slipped into Preston's mouth. Cool and slim,
his tongue ran around Preston's teeth and then wound itself around
Preston's tongue, smoothly moving back and forth. Preston felt his cock
respond instantly. Marshall was too much like him for him to be
attracted in an abstract sense, but in reality when he was pressed up
against the other teen's skinny frame with Marshall's talented tongue
deep in his mouth he found himself fully committed. And if Marshall
wasn't covered with muscle, everything about him was firm. Preston's
hands found Marshall's skinny rock-hard butt about the same time
Marshall's hands found Preston's giant cock. Even though Marshall's
mouth was locked on Preston's, Preston felt the "Oooo." Another minute
of kissing and Marshall didn't even ask if Preston wanted to come
upstairs. He just pulled him by the hand.

Marshall's bedroom was a step back toward reality for Preston. It was
messy, there were clothes and electronics strewn around, and a
skateboard with the front wheels off. There was a plate piled with
pizza crust on the nightstand by the unmade bed.
"What's with your board?"
"The wheels are effed up."
Preston picked up the board, holding it upside down. "Where's a
wrench?"
Marshall handed him a pair of pliers. Preston shook his head. "You need
a crescent wrench. Gotta have the right tool."
Mitchell took a big swig of his icy drink, stepped up close to Preston
and locked his mouth on his. Preston tasted the Coke's cold sweetness.
"You've got the right tool." Then he laughed, "Dude, that was super
cheesy. I'm sorry."
Preston laughed as well. "It's fine, I guess. Nobody ever wanted me
before. So it's kind of different for me..."
"I sometimes wonder what it would be like if it was the other way
around," said Marshall.
"Wha'da you mean?"
"You know, if there were way more breeders than bearers so all the
breeders were fighting over -" he paused.
"You," finished Preston.
"Yeah," said Marshall, shrugging. "It's fun to think about."
"I can't do anything about that," said Preston. "But I can help you fix
your skateboard. Or I could..."

In three seconds flat they were out of their clothes and Preston had
Marshall on the corner of the bed, on his back, with his ankles pinned
back by his ears, and his wickedly hard cock pressed against Marshall's
straining entrance. Preston pushed and nothing happened. "Lube!" gasped
Marshall, "Top drawer."
Preston pulled out the drawer, which held an assortment of dildos.
There were a couple of flesh-colored ones of various sizes, a larger
completely smooth black pole, and something red with knobs and spirals
that looked painful. Preston grabbed the tube of gel and got back in
place. He squeezed a healthy glob onto the head of his cock and one on
Marshall's tight puck.  Dropping the tube he worked with both hands,
one pushing lube into Marshall and the other shafting his own cock. He
immediately noticed a warm tingle.
Marshall said, "It's to make the dildos feel more life-like."
"You use them a lot?" asked Preston.
Marshall nodded, "When my brother's not around."
Preston repositioned and pushed again this time with more success.
Marshall was slick and tight and their bodies came together fast.
Preston enjoyed that he and Marshall could get their bodies so close
together without a lot of muscles getting in the way.

"Oh dude, you feel so good," Preston muttered.
"You too," answered Marshall.  "Oh fuck!  Fucking fuck! Ohhh, pound me.
Go for it!  Yeah, pump me!  Oh yeah, fucking fuck! Oh MAN, you got a
nice cock! That feels so good! Right, right, RIGHT there!"
The air conditioning vent blew on them and kept the room nice and cool.
Preston wrapped his arms around Marshall, pulling their bodies close
together and jackhammered him with all eight-and-a-half inches.
"You feel - oh, my God, I'm going to nut! Is that okay?" he gasped.
"Yeah," said Marshall,  "I'm not afraid.  Come in me, dude! Come!"
Preston shot with all the vigor of a fourteen-year old boy with blue
balls for a week. He forgot about Aaron and the twins' weirdness and
everything else as his cock exploded over and over again inside
Marshall's still tight slick pliant ass. While Marshall gasped happily
and spattered his own chest.

It was with these mixed up memories of Aaron, Daniel, Mr. Kelly, and
Marshall, and Mr. Freeman and Principal Connors, and with a big hard-on
tangled in his pre-cum drenched UA's that Preston arrived at his test
older-man-needing-breeder-for-hire's doorstep.

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