The Pregnancy Chronicles

The Ranch

Jimmy Allen and I go way back. To grade school, in fact. We'd been inseparable in middle school and as high school football jocks in our small Central Valley town. I had my first beer with Jimmy, shared stories of my first lay with Jimmy, and yeah, we fooled around a little with each other, mostly tandem and mutual JO sessions till we got the nerve up to suck each other's dick a week before graduation. It was then I'd learned my best friend was hung like a mule and shot a hell of a load. And learned that I definitely preferred men to women.

Classic bad timing. A month after graduation, I enlisted in the Army and left my home town for good. Jimmy and I had seen each other only once after then, and we'd fallen out of touch. But he was James now, at least in the news articles I read about my old buddy. Made a killing with a Silicon Valley startup and cashed out by the age of 35. I'd friended him on Facebook but other than a TED Talk video the profile was pretty silent. It seemed James had been keeping a low profile.

He was the one who reached out to me, a week after I got back from the Middle East. I'd had a good career as an NCO in the Army, but the most recent deployment I decided would be the last. I'd hit my 20 year service mark, and was looking forward to a low-key retirement.

"Long time no see, buddy," was all the Facebook message said. After some messages back and forth we caught up. Jimmy - that's how I still thought of him - was living out in Idaho on some ranch. Last place I expected him to be, but he said he loved it. I told him about my situation. Living in Sacramento for the time being, figuring what was in store next. for now, I was just happy for the early retirement.

It was a week later when I heard from Jimmy again. He was coming down to San Francisco for business. Did I want to come into the city for the weekend? We could live it up like old times.

I agreed in a heartbeat and next Friday, I entered the lobby of a high-end hotel to see my high school chum stand up and greet me.

"First Sergeant Moore... great to see you, you son of a bitch," Jimmy growled as he clasped me in a tight bear hug that showed no small amount of strength.

"Fuck man," I growled, emotional. "You look great, bud."

He did, too. Just shy of 40, like me, he'd taken good care of himself. Taller than me at 6'3" and while I had more muscular bulk, he was fit as fuck, even I could tell that through his tailored suit and dress shirt (no tie). He somehow looked younger than his years, perfect skin lightly tanned and well-groomed straw-brown hair that complimented his brown eyes. I don't know how else to put it, he just had that relaxed confidence of someone who's really rich. Like he was the same Jimmy I'd known when we were young, but also a completely different man. It was weird.

"Dude," he said. "The Army certainly suited you... big fucking muscle stud." He openly appraised my form and if I felt underdressed in just a T-shirt, shorts, and flip flops, his compliment was putting me at ease. "Come on, let's drop your bag off in the room and we'll grab a bite."

Shit... I didn't know what Jimmy's deal was, if he was gay or not. I just noticed a wedding band on his ring finger and the definite flirtiness in the way he looked at me as we rode up to one of the top floors.

Still, I didn't think anything of it till I was admiring the view out the window of the hotel suite and I felt Jimmy's presence behind me, beside me, gripping my shoulder muscle and leaning forward. "Hope you don't mind shacking up with me this weekend, Drew," he said and as I turned around toward him, just like that his mouth was on mine, kissing me.

Fuck, Jimmy Allen had learned a lot about kissing in the last 20 years. I felt almost dizzy, then horny as we made out, our bodies embracing.

"Nice," he hissed as he leaned back, a smile on his face. With a playful leer on his face he reached down and unzipped his suit trousers. I didn't have to look down to know he was pulling out that beautiful, very large Allen cock. "You still suck cock, bud?"

I did of course and wanted nothing more than to give Jim head at that moment. I nodded and crouched down. That cock was even bigger than I remembered it. Long, fat, veiny and throbbing hard. It stuck straight out of his suit pants and jerked slightly as I neared it.

Fuck, Jimmy tasted amazing. Salty, but not overly so, just a small hint of manly musk. I licked to wet that dick down and started taking him into my mouth. It felt incredible to be reunited with my high school friend like this. It was even better now that I had experience and knew what I was doing.

"Oh fuck, Drew, you've gotten really good at this," he sighed as I got a rhythm bobbing up and down on him. I wasn't deep throating but I sucked in several fat inches in each go. Jim seemed to get into it, running his fingers along the back of my head and gently applying pressure to push a little more dick into my on each downstroke.

I was stroking my own dick now, and feeling light headed from the pleasure building in me. I wanted to hold off till Jim came, but wasn't sure I could.

Just then I felt his body tense next to me and his grip grow firmer on my neck. "Fuck man, I'm coming," was his only warning and almost immediately a heavy shot of semen barreled down my throat. Then another. And another. Thick heavy cascade of thick jizz. I was being reminded just how big Jim Allen's loads were too.

The mammoth ejaculation tripped my own wires. I spurted into my hand, the amount paling in comparison to what was being pumped into me, but a welcome release nonetheless.

Jim extracted his prick and I almost didn't want to relinquish it, slurping and licking it clean and sucking the dribbles out. My friend chuckled at my eagerness.

"I'm definitely glad I looked you up, buddy," he said, a deep contentment in his voice. "That's some grade-A head."

We straightened up and twenty minutes later were in a nice, buzzy Mexican restaurant, having a beer while we waited to order our food.

"So, Jimmy..." I started.

"I generally go by Jim now," he corrected gently.

"Jim," I nodded. "So, uhm, you married now?"

Jim nodded. "To two guys, actually."

My friend could be a man of surprises but I practically choked on my beer. "What?"

He grinned. "What I said. Kyle was my first husband, we've been together seven years. And two years ago, I married Jason, too."

"How the fuck do you marry two people?" I wasn't angry or judgy, just confused.

"You don't legally," he explained as if he was prepared for my reaction. "But we don't care about the document, don't need it really. In our eyes we're married."

"How does that work out?" I said, maybe a little bitingly.

"Great," he smirked confidently. "I'm horny nonstop. They keep me happy, I keep them happy."

I had to laugh. My reaction made Jim glad and he slapped my back playfully.

"I usually keep a low profile with my private life," he said, "but we're friends. I know I can trust you. You should come up and visit us sometime. Seriously."

"Thanks," I said. "I'll have to." A thought nagged at me. "Will, uh, Kyle and Jason know about what we just did?"

Jim shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. They're not the jealous types, if that's what you're worried about."

We had a good dinner and enjoyed a couple of drinks afterwards. We talked about retirement, and how we were lucky bastards to be retiring in our 30s.

"I sometimes worry I won't find a good way to keep myself occupied," I admitted.

"I know what you mean," Jim said. "I keep myself busy on the board of a couple of nonprofits, but you gotta find a passion in life."

"Besides golf?" I joked.

"Now, who said anything about that?" Jim joked and we laughed.

"You know," I said. "I forgot to ask what your husbands do."

"They're homemakers," Jim said. "Stay at home dads."

"You have kids?" I felt dumb for not asking earlier, but also pissed Jim hadn't brought it up.

"Four," he beamed proudly. "Three with Kyle, one with Jason."

"What do you mean 'with'?" I had thought adoption but that seemed a weirdly specific word.

Jim looked at me cautiously, then continued, "I can tell you, bud. There's this medical procedure. A womb implant. Expensive as hell, but it actually works. My kids are ours biologically."

"Whoa," I said. It was almost like Jim was pulling my leg, but I could tell from his expression he was dead serious.

"You weirded out?" he asked, trying to read me.

"You're pretty damn unconventional, bud," I said. "But good for you."

"You ever think of having kids?"

"I don't know. Sometimes. I guess my life has been about the army and one-night stands. Not in that order," I smirked.

"Ha," he chuckled. "It's not for everyone, but I have to say fatherhood has been the best thing to happen to me."

* * *

We were kind of quiet as we got back to the hotel. Like we were just content being reconnected. And as we stepped back into the room, Jim stepped up to me and took charge with another kiss. I didn't know what this was between us, but it felt right. I went with it.

Jim Allen fucked me that night, his huge cock making me question the decision to bottom for him. But he took his time and was a skilled top. He fucked me to an incredible orgasm before he pounded his own inside me. I slept like a lamb that night. Maybe I needed sex like this, both raw and powerful yet with an emotional connection.

The next morning we had a leisurely breakfast and I blew Jim once more before he had to head to the airport.

* * *

Life got back to normal after that weekend. Quiet, boring normal. Sacramento normal. I had some friends I'd hang out with on the weekends, and I got real familiar with the hookup apps and the men who use them. I did real well on them, a muscular 40 year old ex-army guy. I dated a couple of guys and fucked a lot more. Eventually I pined for fresher pastures and considered moving to SF, but it was so goddamned expensive.

It was the spring after my return when I heard from Jim again. "Feel like coming for a visit sometime, Moore? I got a jet that can bring you up."

It sounded like the perfect getaway at the perfect time.

Jim was waiting for me at the small regional airport. We greeted each other and he stashed my bag in the back of a suburban and off we were, tooling through some of the most gorgeous countryside on God's Earth.

The ranch had been a real ranch but now was the sort of place a rich guy would retire as a gentleman rancher. Somehow my tech billionaire buddy seemed to fit in, looking relaxed. Even in his jeans, plaid button-down and polartec vest, he seemed more masculine in the rural surroundings. I almost regretted that our visit wouldn't have us having sex, there was just this crazy attraction my friend had over me.

His house was the original modest farmhouse, but behind, almost tucked away, was a giant mansion. "Welcome to your home for the week," he said as we got out. "And anytime you want to stay."

I met Jason first. Early 20s, a little shorter than me, looked like a fraternity guy, with his gym shorts and his ball cap pulled almost over his eyes. His torso was nude and he had a large swell of a belly, like he'd swallowed a basketball. Fuck, Jason was good and well pregnant.

"Drew? Jason," he introduced himself with a firm handshake and a deeper voice than I expected. From the way his veins bulged on his forearm and bicep muscle, I could tell the young dude worked out pretty religiously. "Jim's talked so much about you."

Jim stepped up and gave Jason a quick kiss. "Where's Kyle?" he asked.

"Nursing Micah," he answered. "He'll be out in a minute. You guys hungry?"

"Starving," I said. It was already mid-afternoon and I'd not had lunch.

"I'll go fix something. Burgers OK?"

"Sounds awesome," I said, and then watched Jim's hot husband walk back toward the kitchen.

"Jesus, man," I whispered to Jim as soon as Jason was out of earshot. "You didn't tell me you guys were expecting another."

Jim smiled, slyly, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Where are your kids?" I asked.

"In the other wing. You'll meet them after lunch."

Just then Kyle stepped out. He was a bigger guy, both taller and more muscular than Jason. In contrast to Jason's blond hair and pale smooth complexion, Kyle had dark auburn brown hair and brown eyes, a full shadow of a beard, and was hairier in general.

"Hi, I'm Kyle," he greeted me, pulling a well-worn Villanova lacrosse shirt down from the nursing session he'd just done. I guess I hadn't thought about that part of the pregnancy, but whatever procedure let these men bear kids also facilitated them lactating. His chest was built and muscular but also seemed fuller somehow. "Sorry I was detained. Micah's a hungry little bugger," he chuckled before meeting Jim in a kiss. It was meant to be a peck, but Jim took charge of the kiss and slipped some tongue in.

"Jim gets a little excited whenever I'm nursing," Kyle said in a lighthearted tone.

Jim smirked. "It's true."

* * *

It was all a trip, being there. Seeing Jim's five children, ranging from two months to six years old: Micah (newborn), Luisa (1 yo), Mitchell (3), Steve (3), Ellen (5) and Jim Jr. (6). There were a few nannies, alternating shifts to look after them.

And there was the mansion. Room after room, many of them half empty. Giant swimming pool, indoor cinema and rec room. I was amazed the place seemed to go on and on.

"I built it to house us as the family grows," Jim said as he pointed down the hall of a completely empty wing. "We want to have a lot of kids."

"How many are you talking about?" I asked, genuinely curious and more than a little surprised. Six children seemed like a heck of a lot to me.

"We'll see," Jim smiled cryptically.

"So... how old are your husbands?" I asked.

"Jason just turned 23," he replied. Kyle's 30."

"You always go for younger guys?" I asked.

I realized after I said it that maybe that could be interpreted as a jealous comment, but Jim didn't seem fazed by it. "Not always," he said. "But between you and me," he said in a conspiratorial tone, "when you're filthy rich you get your pick of the litter, buddy."

"I bet," I chuckled.

In the afternoon Jim took me touring around the property. The scenery was beautiful, but I guess I'd grown silent as I thought through everything I'd seen. It was a lot to take in.

"You're wishing we'd have sex, right?" he said to me point blank as we walked around one of the trails on his land.

"Excuse me?" I laughed nervously. Yeah, I was into Jim, but I didn't like the idea that he thought I was the only one feeling the attraction between us. You can't fake the intensity of our fucks in that SF hotel room.

"You don't have to pretend, Drew. I'd love to fuck you, too, only I gotta save it up for Kyle. We took his temperature and he's going to be ready tonight."

I don't think of myself as easily shocked but Jimmy had a way of shocking me. "You make it sound so clinical."

Thankfully my wisecrack made Jim laugh. "Believe me it's not buddy.... only I don't ever let an opportunity go to waste."

"You talk about them as if they're your property."

He scowled at me. "Think whatever you like, Moore. I'm a controlling man, I admit, and my husbands have to be a little submissive for our marriage to work."

I nodded. If a guy was up front like Jim, it was hard for me to fault him. I'm sure Jason and Kyle knew what they were getting into. Who was I to judge? We walked along silent, and I couldn't help but vocalize my other thought.

"So... where do I fit in?"

Without missing a beat, Jim looked at me, a slight smile on his face. "You, my friend, are what I call a challenge."

"Damnit, Jimmy," I said. He didn't correct me this time.

We walked on a little further, Jim asked. "What do you think of the pregnancy thing?"

"It's a trip, to be honest," I said. "Don't take this the wrong way, buddy, but when I saw Jason's belly my only thought is that he looked beautiful like that." Paused and added, "I don't mean any disrespect."

"None taken. I couldn't agree more. Jason is eight months along and is hot as fuck."

It felt weird having this kind of conversation with Jim but also eased some of the tension between us. Like we were buddies bonding over sex talk.

When we got back to the house, it was dinner time. All of the kids joined us for a big meal, and it was such a different energy having the young ones around, boisterous. The whole family gathered around after to watch TV before Jim announced that it was bed time for them. They kissed their dads good night and the nanny came and took them over to the other wing of the mansion. It was almost a normal family scene.

It didn't surprise me when Jim took Kyle's hand and led the 30-year-old ex-jock to the master bedroom.

"Tonight's the night, huh?" I asked a little nervously to Jason as we sat on the couch.

Jason grinned, with a typically goofy frat-boy smirk. "Yeah. Knowing Jim's swimmers, he'll get the job done tonight, too." He looked at me with a fun-loving grin. "Doesn't mean they don't have the whole week set aside to fuck."

This whole three-way marriage was a mind trip for sure. "Where exactly do you fit in?"

Jason nodded, understanding. "You're wondering if I get jealous."

"Pretty much," I said. "Sorry if I'm being rude, but this is just all unconventional to say the least."

"No problem, man," Jason said. He really did talk like a jocky college dude. "Nah, I don't get jealous. Trust me, on a normal week, Jim's got enough sex drive for both me and Kyle."

I chuckled. I was starting to get the sense Jim was a grade-A horndog. "And weeks like this?"

Jason shrugged. It was still wild to see a dude like this with a big pregnant belly stretching his SEC alma-mater T-shirt. "I don't know. It's kind of hot to know my husband is a fucking stud."

I blushed.

"It turns you on, too?" Jason asked.

"It shouldn't," I said.

"It's cool. It took me a couple of years to come to terms with how much I love it," Jason admitted between swigs of his seltzer water. "Jim would send me videos of him fucking Kyle, or even some other dudes. It was like he knew."

I felt embarrassed by the idea and wasn't eager to explore the conversation further. Jason seemed to intuit my hesitance.

"You know," he said, leaning back and gently holding his big stomach in his hand. "One of the cool things is the relationship I have with Kyle. Kind of like a brother. We take care of each other when Jim's traveling, or when we have needs."

"Kyle's a hot dude," I said. "Jim's got good taste." I eyed Jason, letting him know I put him in that category. He smiled and kind of leaned back, eyeing me in a flirty gaze and spreading his strong, blond-furred legs.

"I agree," he said. "He's been telling us how hot you are, but when you showed up, I was like, yeah, Army Daddy's a hunk."

I laughed, and Jason laughed, too.

I got it now. I don't know if it was all a set up, but it was open for me if I wanted. Sex with this pregnant ex-frat hunk. I scooted over on the sofa and met Jason in a soft kiss. His goofy, almost dumb manner made me surprised by how good a kisser he was. Just the right amount of tongue, knowing when to escalate it. Maybe Jimmy had instructed him, or maybe the dude was a natural.

I felt along his strong legs, impressed by how solid his body was. Kyle might be bigger, but Jason was incredibly built for his age. Knowing my own build, it seemed Jim had a type. Then again, Jason was probably everyone's type, and I felt excited as we made out.

Jason pulled back, a lusty serious expression underneath the bill of that ballcap. "You can feel it if you want, dude."

I knew what he was talking about. "Yeah?"

He nodded. "You ever felt up a pregnant dude?"

"Can't say I have," I said and slowly, cautiously lifted my hand to cup that massive swell. It was surprisingly firm, a contrast to the beach-ball belly you might expect from a bear. Even beneath the shirt Jason's flesh was warm, even hot to the touch and I felt my hardon pulse as I ran my hand over the roundness.

Jason smiled, excited that I was into this. He pulled up his T-shirt all the way over the curve of his belly, letting me have direct contact with his soft-fuzzed skin. The contrast between his young masculinity and his pregnancy was a crazy rush.

"Jim did that, man," he said softly, a horny edge to his voice. "He didn't even use the thermometer, like with Kyle. He just fucked me nonstop as soon as I was ready after Luisa. When he'd done the job it was like we both just knew. I can still cum just thinking about that feeling, dude."

It was a wild admission and turned me the fuck on. I gave Jason another deep kiss and pulled back to pull down his shorts. The combination of his pregnant belly and his thick frat-boy erection was incredibly powerful. I knelt down on the floor and scooted between those thick furry thighs.

"That's it, man," Jason practically purred as I started licking his nuts and the base of his cock, gradually working my way up to take his cock in my mouth. He wasn't super verbal at first, but his hands on my head let me know I was sucking him right. Not too fast, but giving him pleasure.

I was getting a good rhythm when he said, "Feel my gut, man. Feel what it's like to suck off a pregnant guy."

I did. My palms made contact with that big round firmness as I continued sucking. I wasn't even touching my dick now and I felt like I could cum any minute, this was such a wild, deep turn on.

"Yeah you're into this, too," he muttered, like he was trying to choke back his own orgasm. Finally he urged me to pull off him.

"Not ready to nut?" I asked playfully through my spit-filled mouth, as my fingers teased his nut sac. "I'll suck you off."

"I'd love that, dude," he said with a grin. "But tonight's your chance if you ever want to feel what it's like getting fucked by a pregnant man."

I had a good feeling Jimmy told his husbands about my bottom streak. I looked back down at his erection. Not huge but nice and full. Just the right size for a nice fuck. And that massive eight-month stomach behind it.

"How's that work?" I asked looking up into his eyes.

With a casual masculinity he pulled off his Auburn ball cap and removed his T-shirt, wiping the sweat from his brow before pulling his cap back on. I kind of wondered if he slept and showered with that ball cap, but I had to admit it was hot on him.

His dick pulsed as he explained. "You'd have to do a lot of the work, sitting on it, riding me. Me lying back is the best, but we can start in sitting position if you want."

I nodded. This was crazy, but I was going to get fucked by Jimmy's very pregnant husband.

"Lube's in the end table," he gestured and I stood up to fetch it.

I set down the tube on the coffee table and peeled off my shirt, then jeans. It wasn't a slow striptease but Jason seemed into it.

"Fuck yeah, Army Daddy's a hot fucker," he hissed appreciatively. I wasn't sure I was resigned to being a Daddy but this dude could call me anything he liked. He was majorly hot, his pale, muscled young body with just the right amount of blond body hair.

I made a show of slicking up his erection, taking care not to stroke him right to ejaculation. Thankfully Jason had more trigger control than a lot of young dudes, and he just let me stroke him for a minute before saying, almost whispering, "Sit on it, bro. Sit on my hard pregnant cock."

A part of me worried I was encroaching on Jim's territory but I knew deep down he expected this. Expected I'd fool around with Jason. I turned away from the frat dude and felt his hands run along my hamstrings.

"Fuck yeah, you got an amazing body, Army Daddy."

That was the encouragement I needed. Backing up, I squatted down and positioned myself over Jason's erect crotch. It took some work but less than I expected to feel my hole open up. Jason's slick bare cock was pushing into me.

I love to bottom but I never considered myself slutty, but right then I started working my hips, grinding my ass up and down his erection. His hands ran along my solid flank, encouraging me and guiding me through the riding motion.

"Why don't I lie back?" Jason finally hissed. I could tell he was getting really turned on by the sensations of my hole and maybe also the psychological rush of fucking me.

I slowly pulled off and watched as Jason lay back on the couch. The stretched position allowed his belly a comfortable position to stick up in his midsection. It would mean I couldn't do a normal cowboy position but would have to sit on him at a little bit of an angle, half leaning back.

The awkwardness of the position was made up by the intensity of being able to watch each other as we mated. And to see Jason's eight-month belly between my legs as I rode that hard young dick.

The dude was getting into it now, too. His hands were on my legs, caressing them, almost stroking them in rhythm to my ass strokes on his meat.

"Oh fuck, man," he hissed. "You gonna be my big brother, like Kyle? Fuck, you could be his, too."

I don't know what it was. I knew Jason was doing more than roleplay, he was making explicit the reason for me being invited to the ranch. Imagining a future where I was part of Jimmy Allen's harem. My defenses were down and the idea thrilled me.

"Fuck your big bro, Jase," I grunted. "Let me know what a stud my brother is."

Jason's eyes widened. We were going there. "Gonna look after me, Drew? Look after your horny little brother?" He'd lain passively before but now was thrusting up gently into my ass, matching my own downstrokes to maximize the penetration.

"Damn, bro, I wanna," I hissed, with a tone that said "but I can't." I couldn't commit. Not to this. Not to moving to fucking Idaho. Not to being one of Jim's husbands. But the idea thrilled me, with a poppers-like rush. I started cumming. High arcs of my sperm splatting on that pregnant belly. The sounds and sight made my next spray even longer and fuller. Then another.

Jason's young collegiate voice sounded deeper all of a sudden as he rumbled in orgasm, saucing my guts.

Slowly, I pulled off, worried my weight would bother him in his condition. I scooted down and met him for a soft kiss. If I did move here for Jim, then time with Jason would be an added bonus, for sure.

"Ready for bed?" he asked softly.

As I helped him up and followed him to his room, I wondered what the sleeping arrangements were. There were a few bedrooms but most looked unused. My bag was on the floor in one of the guest rooms but we didn't go there but to a second master suite with a king bed and a giant bathroom. We each rinsed off, side by side, smirking at each other in the mirror. Great sex will do that to you.

"God, you were amazing brother," he said. I guess I wasn't Army Daddy any more.

I eyed up his naked mass up and down in the reflection. "Getting boned by a pregnant dude. I didn't expect that would be crossed off the bucket list," I laughed.

"Guess not," Jason chuckled. "Maybe later you can check off nailing a pregnant dude."

If my dick wasn't spent I'd be throwing hard at the prospect. "I'd love that." I paused. "Is Jim OK with that?" For some reason my high school friend struck me as the kind of guy who'd be possessive about having sole rights to his husband's ass.

"As long as I'm not fertile, or even possibly fertile, then yeah, he's cool with it."

I knew I shouldn't say what I was about to say but said it anyway. "Man, Jase, you ever feel weird about the way he treats you guys as property?"

I think Jason was a little perturbed by my question but didn't let on. "Are you asking how I feel about, or how you would feel about it?"

A rush filled my body and I blushed, big time. "Both, maybe."

He gave me a cheeky grin. "It fucking turns me on, man." He reached out and grabbed my hand. It was a simple gesture, affectionate. "I don't know how my big bro is wired, but I bet if you let it, it would turn you on, too."

I nodded, not sure what I thought of it all, but glad Jason could be open and upfront with me. "Maybe," I said. "But Jimmy and I go way back."

Jason smiled. "He thinks the world of you, bro." He saw the emotion on my face. "Come on, you can worry about all this shit in the morning. Let's go to bed."

We spooned, me behind Jason and wrapped my arm around his pregnant bulk. It was like he was sharing something special with me, showing me the happiness a man could be married and pregnant. I still wasn't sure about it but that night with Jason opened my eyes to a lot.

* * *

Jim seemed distracted in thought as he drove me back to the airport. He looked over and saw me admiring the expansive landscape. Big Sky Country indeed.

"The view never gets old," he said. Then, "We got some extra time, want a detour for more scenery?"

"Sure," I said and like that we were turning down a small dirt road into a hidden valley with even more gorgeous scenery. Jim finally stopped the SUV and we got out.

I must have been absorbed in the view because I was taken off guard by Jim stepping up behind me and circling my built body with his arms. "You have an amazing back side, Drew," he muttered as he kissed alongside my neck. I would have thought the intense round of sex the night before would have sated James, or me for that matter, but it was like he hadn't gotten laid in a week. He reached down and undid my jeans. "I'm gonna fuck you right here," he growled.

Maybe it was our history. Maybe it was his incredible confidence. But something about this man turned me on in the biggest way, and made me want to put out for him.

My buns were exposed to the coolish mountain air as Jim reached into his vest pocket and pulled out some lube. I wasn't sure if he always carried it or if fucking me this morning was in his plan all along. I felt his long fingers apply the gel to my pucker, providing some foreplay to turn me on and get me ready.

I was no longer as nervous about Jim Allen's size but that didn't make taking the huge cock easy. Slowly, Jim fed it to me, pushing in centimeter by centimeter. "Damn you got an amazing ass," he hissed. "Tight fucking army stud ass."

I groaned as he bottomed out, and I could feel his heavy balls press up against me.

"There, Drew, you fucking took it all. Like a pro." He started thrusting into me, challenging my ability to relax for him, but very quickly the fullness in my ass felt amazing.

"Fuck me," I grunted and I felt Jim respond, holding me tighter, working his cock faster into me.

He felt almost possessive in the way he took me, right there out in the open. There was something intense and serious about the way Jim Allen fucked. His next words were even more serious.

"I want you to get the operation, Drew." A deep thrust of his dick punctuated his words. "You can be my third husband, give me some beautiful children."

It was a wild thing to say. "I don't know, man," I replied. I knew the weekend was leading up to this, but somehow now that Jim had said it, I was caught off guard.

"Think about it," Jim said. "You can enjoy your retirement up here. I got enough money to keep us all happy."

His words were starting to make feel like a prostitute and I would have been pissed off, only Jim's cock felt amazing inside of me. He knew how to fuck, better than any man I'd been with. My prostate quivered and I felt my orgasm coming. Then, right there in Big Sky Country, I gave it up, spurting my seed on the grass as Jim came, too, holding me tight.

It was awkward as we uncoupled and got presentably dressed again. I knew I'd feel his load seep out but I could maybe wipe down better in the airport bathroom.

"You pissed off, Drew?" Jim asked, trying to read my mood.

"A little weirded out," I said as we got back into the SUV. "It sounds like you want a whore, or a kept boy."

"It's not like that," my buddy said. "I want a husband. And father of my kids." He looked at me directly. "But I'm also willing to use whatever persuasive means I have to get what I want."

"Jesus, Jim," I said, taken aback.

"I'm not making you do anything you don't want to do," he replied in a calm tone. "You wanted that fuck right now, and if you're gonna be my husband it's because you want to be."

"You're quite the romantic," I quipped.

That made Jim chuckle, and I was glad that the tension had broken a little. "Nah, I'm not romantic. At all. But I treat my husbands well." He looked at me with an affection, and I could see the old Jimmy Allen, 18 and innocent and my best buddy. "Anyway, just think about it, Drew."

* * *

I had no intention of thinking about it. It was crazy. I had no desire to be a third husband to anyone, much like a controlling dude like Jim.

But I had to admit Jim was a great fuck. And the more I tried to find other guys in Sacramento to fuck me, the more I pined for that huge Allen cock.

And I started to imagine kids, too. Maybe I'd not let myself want them because I was a lone wolf who hadn't settled down. Maybe I'd thought I was too old now. But as I bent over for an anonymous fuck with a married dude, I shut my eyes and thought of Jim Allen planting a baby in me. I surprised myself by having the most intense orgasm.

"Damn, buddy," the married top growled as he pumped away, "cum on my fucking cock."

Still, I held off calling Jim. Until it happened again. During sex that wasn't all that great, until I started imagining having kids, getting pregnant like Jason. Like Kyle. Being their big brother up in Idaho. And I came like gangbusters.

That evening I called up Jim.

"Drew, man, what's up?"

"You still wanna marry me, buddy?" I asked, not beating around the bush. "I think it's time I moved to Idaho."