The Pregnancy Chronicles

The NFL Retiree

I waited nervously in the hospital waiting area. Joe's procedure had gone well a couple days before, and today was the day I was able to take him home. At last a nurse told me I could come back to his room.

"How you doing, Big Guy?" I asked as I stepped in, seeing my boyfriend dressed in sweats and a long-sleeve T-shirt up from his bed and packing up his duffel bag. He was disheveled and but looked great as always. Tall, big, muscular 6'4" body, scruffy blonde hair, an a youthful face that a three day stubble couldn't hide.

His eyes brightened as he looked up and saw me. "Better than yesterday, Ceej," he said, using his personal nickname for me. "They had me on some pretty strong shit," he said, referring to the painkillers.

"Not today?" I asked, taking the duffel bag from his hand. He wasn't gonna be lifting a finger the next few weeks.

"They're easing me off it. I took one pill first thing this morning, but nothing since."

The first stop we made was for a fast food hamburger, Joe's request, before heading home. His initial enthusiasm for getting out of the hospital had faded, and he seemed silent and glum.

"You having regrets, Joe?" I asked, concerned. We had waited for this and it gave me a knot in my stomach to think Joe was having doubts.

He looked at me, almost surprised that he'd been caught in his mood, but shook his head. "God no. It's just... I just imagined this going down differently, you know getting out of the hospital and you knocking me up right away, maybe even in the backseat." That was total Joe. Even if we were matched in our drive, he was the one comfortable and forthright in talking about sex. He was responsible for getting me out of my shell when it came to men.

"Christ, Joe," I said, "You just had surgery."

He laughed at his own impetuousness. "I know, I know. I just feel bad for making you wait."

I patted his knee. God, he was a cute fucker. I'd be lying if I said he was of age when I first made a move on him. I'd met him at a football camp for elite athletes, and as another tight end, he was one of the players paired with me. It was clear that the physical chemistry was there from the start. The young up-and-coming jock strangely confident in giving me heavy eye contact and showing in his body language that he was available if I wanted to take the bait. So I flirted, dropping some heavy innuendo, but I held off on going further and didn't lay a finger on him till he was 18.

"Buddy, you're giving me the biggest gift in the world. I can fucking wait," I said, feeling relieved that Joe was far from having second thoughts.

My reply calmed his mood and he smiled a little and relaxed into his seat. "Doc says not to have any kind of sex for the next week. Not even jerking off. And no fucking for a month."

"Were those his exact words?" I teased.

Joe laughed, showing his perfect teeth. "Not exactly. I figured a big jock like you didn't like big words."

Joe was just as much a jock as me. Well, maybe not as much. But he was a star tight end on a very competitive high school team. He'd earned a scholarship at Penn State and was tearing it up on the field, until an injury sidelined him at the start of his junior year. I thought he'd be down about it, but he shifted focus, working on his sports medicine degree.

It was crazy how well we clicked. We had stayed in touch after that football camp, and yeah, on his 18th birthday, I took his virginity in a hotel room near his home town. He was the star struck young jock, and I was the NFL-er at the end of my career and wanting to sow the oats I'd been too nervous to earlier in my playing days. It was the best sex I'd ever had, breaking in that jock's cherry like that. It felt tawdry and special at the same time.

That summer, I announced my retirement from the league at the age of 29 and got a vacation home halfway between New York City and State College, just so Joe and I could spend more time together.

I didn't put any pressure on him, and I didn't want to impede upon him enjoying his college years, but he visited me every week, and we'd fuck like crazy, making up for the days we were apart. We never discussed the top/bottom thing, it just seemed like a natural fit. Joe loved getting fucked and came buckets every time I railed his ass. Not only did I love fucking, I had the drive and recovery ability to do it a few times a day, sometimes twice in one go. We took advantage of our mutual lust, a lot.

It was one such October afternoon when I knew my life had changed and was going to change more. I'd just mounted Joe, his strong legs on my shoulders, me pile driving my thick shaft in hard steady thrusts. Joe liked me taking him like that, with more emphasis on depth and power for my strokes than speed. And I liked fucking like that, particularly having a young well-built 18 year old stud beneath me. Sometimes Joe comes before me, sometimes I nut in him first but that afternoon, as I fucked with every bit of glute strength, I could read it in his face, the pleasure rising at the same time as I was getting to the point of no return. I knew we were going to cum at the the same time, and we did, our bodies responding to one other, feeding off one another's excitement, before at last we climaxed together, Joe spurting on his chest, me flooding his bowels.

We kissed, passionately and I finally dismounted and lay beside him. Lazily, affectionately, he ran his fingers along my chest, playing with my chest hairs. "This is, what?, month seven and I still can't believe I just got fucked by Cal Fucking Johnson."

I gave him a soft kiss. "And I can't believe I'm nailing the hottest tight end in college football each week." As he turned to me I ran my hand along his flank and over the bubble-shaped muscle of his ass. He cooed as I dug my fingers in the cleft and felt the cummy hole. For a tough athlete, Joe loved having his hole played with.

Joe seemed like he wanted to ask me something. And he did, clearly nervous to do so. "So, CJ... if this is just fucking, I'm fine with that, but.... well, you ever think about a long term thing with a guy?"

"Yes and no," I said, truthfully. "I mean, it's been a process owning up to what I want. And after years of being in the closet, I've just been craving lots of hot sticky sweaty raw sex."

Joe laughed. "I can tell."

I smiled and winked, then got serious. "But, and I've never told this to anyone before, but I've always liked the idea of having a family. You know, a husband, a house with the picket fence, tossing a ball to my kids, that sort of bullshit." I felt embarrassed.

"It's not bullshit," Joe said quietly. "You deserve that, Ceej."

His sincerity disarmed me. "Aw Big Guy."

"I'm serious. You're a stud and a great guy. You deserve a man who'll give you a family. You know, they have this operation now that a guy can have, that lets him have children."

"I just gotta find a guy who'll get an operation," I wisecracked. "Is that what you're saying?"

Without missing a beat, the college player shrugged his shoulders and looked me square in the eye. "If you ever felt that way for me, Ceej, I'd get that operation in a heartbeat. Give you kids."

A lot of guys would have been turned off by a statement like that. It was clingy as hell. I don't even know that Joe and I were even boyfriends. But at that moment I knew then that I loved the jock and that I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather start a family with.

Joe grinned as his finger traced along my cock. Apparently I'd sprung a hardon at the thought of breeding. "Looks like someone's turned by the idea."

"Fuck yeah," I nodded and got back into a fuck position, scooting between Joe's spread legs. "You sure you could handle taking my dick on a regular basis?" I lined up my prick along his wet crack, rubbing it against the pucker.

"Definitely, Ceej," Joe replied. "I'd crave it nonstop. I already do."

That did it. I pushed in. His hole gave less resistance for the second fuck but it felt just as exquisite as my prick slid along my previous cum deposit. I kissed and held and pounded the poor guy, but I also felt his erect dick against my abs the whole time.

We didn't talk this time, but the thought of impregnation was heavy on my mind as we fucked. I'm sure it was on Joe's, too.

And this time, I came first.

*

Turns out I had found my soulmate. Joe was like a younger me... sports-obsessed, insane sex drive, more of a homebody than a partier, goofy sense of humor. Most of all, he wanted a family as bad as I did. At first I thought maybe he was just saying what he thought I wanted to hear, but as we dated more seriously it was clear he was serious about getting an operation and having kids. He'd been doing research, reading online about male pregnancy and child rearing. We talked about it constantly, how many kids we wanted, what our approach to parenting would be, and what we'd name our kids.

The more we talked, the more serious it all became. The idea of procreation was on our minds every time we fucked, sometimes fueling some heated sex talk. The more real the idea seemed, the more I wanted it, and Joe responded in kind. By the end of his second season at Penn State, I knew it was time. On a January afternoon, after watching him play in a playoff game, I took him to a nice dinner and afterwards got down on one knee and pulled out a ring. I'm a confident guy, but I'd never been so nervous in my life. But Joe's excited face told me his answer even before a word left his mouth. "Hell yes, Ceej. Love you so much."

The plan was for Joe to play out his college days and see what the NFL draft had in store before we moved forward with the plan for kids. I was still young, 31 now, and could wait longer to be a father. And Joe was still a college kid, a great football player with his life to live.

It was that knee injury his junior year that changed that plan. For another guy, it might have been something to overcome, but it would take him out at least through part of his senior year and would affect his professional prospects.

I thought Joe would be devastated but he seemed relieved. "I can get that womb transplant now, Ceej," he said, even as he hobbled on crutches out to the hospital parking lot from his outpatient knee surgery.

"One surgery at a time," I joked, battling the excitement I felt at his potential womb operation and the need to look out for his health and well being before my own needs and desires.

Joe's knee was still healing as he put his energy into his schoolwork, studying sports medicine, and in being a beast in the gym. The guy was hot before, but bulked up even more before leaning out in November. We had to be careful about his knee during sex, but our fucking was hot as ever, and without the distraction and time demands of football we were at it nonstop. We found that the position that worked best for Joe was face down, flat on the bed, legs straight, me mounting him. At first I missed the face to face aspect of sex that way but soon grew to love the animalistic aspect of the position. And Joe loved the angle of my cock in him. We had to clean the sheets more often but it was worth it.

It's weird. Occasionally we'd do other things, stroke each other or suck, but almost always it was fucking. We both craved the deeper, more intimate contact of anal sex. And, yeah, the idea of impregnation fueled us big time.

Over winter break, Joe had the operation. I was hands off when he got home, knowing he wasn't allowed to have sex and probably wouldn't be in the mood anyway. Sure, I got some masturbatory relief here and there, but it was a hard couple of weeks.

Then I woke up one morning to the most exquisite sensation. My Joe was gentling sucking me, nursing on my cock slowly, almost making love to it. It was a surprise, not only to be woken up that way, but that Joe was even sucking cock. It was something he'd done so occasionally, after I'd gone down on him usually, but he professed not to enjoy it and said he wasn't wired that way.

He was wired that way now. His technique wasn't practiced, but I was gonna cum in his mouth anyway. I gave him fair warning and he kept sucking. I wouldn't say I preferred it to cumming in his ass, but it was an amazing sensation. Different.

After he swallowed my load, Joe crawled up and kissed me as he stroked his own dick to completion. I would have happily sucked him, but he seemed unable to wait to get off.

I asked him what drove his change of heart about sucking dick. He said he wasn't sure. "I dunno, Cal. I saw your boner and just kept thinking how that was the dick and balls that's gonna father my kids. I wanted to treat it right." He reached down and softly caressed my dick, which was still firm if not fuck-hard at the moment. "It's an amazing cock... I keep thinking how many guys wish they could take care of Cal Johnson's dick."

Joe didn't always act star struck with me, and given how long we'd dated and how much we'd been together, I was surprised he saw me as anything other than his boyfriend. But moments like this reminded me he still looked up to me as a famous pro athlete. Part of me wanted to discourage him, and part of me ate up the admiration.

"No one else could take care of it as well as you," I said, truthfully. Joe smiled happily at my reply and gripped my dick more firmly. I was getting harder, more excited as he did.

"I can suck you again, Ceej," he said softly. "If you want."

"Yeah," I murmured. Like I said, we both had insane sex drives.

And like that, my hunky blond tight end stud was shimmying down again, and taking my meat into his mouth. This time, though he alternated his sucking with a sexy commentary, telling me how he couldn't wait for me to seed him, how he wanted my nuts pumping overtime, how he was gonna make me a proud daddy. He'd lick my balls for emphasis. "Hot breeder nuts... big stud pro jock needs some kids now."

"Oh fuck, Joe," I growled as I guided his mouth back on my cock. I added my own fuck talk, telling him how bad I wanted to knock him up, how I hope he was ready to pump out some kids for me. We'd been bringing pregnancy talk into the bedroom a lot, but this felt powerful, on a different level. Because now Joe had a womb, for real. That knowledge was gonna bring me off quick, a second time.

As Joe bobbed up and down excitedly, I grunted out, "I wanna have a whole lot of kids, Joe. Ten, twelve, maybe more." It was a wild thing to say. In our heart to heart conversations we'd talked about three kids as the perfect number.

I thought maybe Joe would object to the idea or maybe ignore it as sex talk, but instead he plopped my prick out of his mouth and answered, "Fuck yeah, Cal. I want that, too. A whole fucking litter." With that he plopped me back in his mouth and sucked wildly. And I was cumming, intensely.

*

The next couple of weeks went like that. Joe servicing me orally, a few times a day. I'd return the favor too, and I enjoyed sucking his hard six-and-a-half inch spike. But whereas before he loved to explore my whole body, feeling up my muscle, and kissing all over, now it was like he was becoming more fixated on my genitals. He seemed especially worshipful of my testicles as repositories for my sperm. It was the anticipation of the inevitable.

I should have seen it coming, but Joe had been a cranky mood all week, telling me he wasn't feeling well and wasn't in the mood for sex. I wasn't gonna push him, of course, but I was horned up and practically climbing the walls. My mood was irritable, too, as a result.

I almost didn't want to celebrate my birthday. 32 years. Just a number, really. Joe had been standoffish all week, and focused on his school work. I actually spent extra time in the gym on the afternoon of my birthday to relieve the stress.

When I got home, I found that Joe had set the table - lit candles, wine glasses, the whole works. Hell, I don't think I'd ever seen Joe drink wine.

"Happy birthday, Cal," he beamed as he saw me. He was wearing just a jockstrap and ball cap, and the sight was incredible. His young strong back rippled down to a perfect curvature then an ass that was big and muscular but still taut and round. It looked like he'd shaved the buns completely smooth. I normally liked the dusting of hair on his ass, less than my full furry butt, but I had to admit that yeah, the sight was hot as hell. "I have dinner made but maybe you want dessert first?" he teased.

I stepped up and planted a deep kiss on his mouth. I reached down and felt his warm, hard body. The smooth ass cheeks felt even better than they look. I gripped and pried them apart and, by the way Joe moaned in my mouth, I knew that he was up for getting fucked. That knowledge sent my cock rigid.

"I wanna fuck you right here," I growled, prodding deeper into the cleft of his ass, rooting around of his pucker. The second I touched it, Joe took in a deep breath of air.

"Sounds hot, Ceej," he practically purred. "Only, I'm pretty sure I'm ovulating right now. Can we do it in the bed? I want it to be special."

My eyes widened as the information sank in. "You mean?" I don't know why it hadn't occurred to me that my big tough ex-tight end would be ready around this time.

He nodded. "Yep." He had an excitement in his eyes, like it was his surprise birthday present he'd just received. "I'm fertile as fuck. I made us hold off this week so you'd have extra seed to do the job."

I shook my head, laughing at how I'd misread my boyfriend. Lustfully, I pulled down my workout shorts and briefs, showing off my thick long bone. "You have no idea how flooded your guts are gonna be, Big Guy," I smirked.

I could see his nipples harden and goosebumps break out all along his bare skin. My man was getting turned on big time. "That's so beautiful. That cock is ready to breed."

I growled and kissed him again, deeper this time. I was probably out of control with excitement and a half minute from wrestling him down to the floor and taking him right there.

Joe finally struggled free of my embrace, laughing. "Let's go make a baby, Cal."

I followed him as we hastily made our way to the bedroom, my eyes riveted to his smooth, round buns. I wanted this SO bad, and it was coming true.

We both pounced onto the bed, connecting mouth to mouth in a searing hot kiss. I started kissing Joe's body, working my way down from his neck to his strong pecs and flat abs. I wanted him to know how much I appreciated him, all of him, and to take my time getting to know the father of my kids, every inch of him.

I slid off his jockstrap and tossed it aside. I didn't suck his cock, though, instead lifting his hips up and diving down deeper to lick his hole. That was something we never did, since I was a little squeamish about eating ass. It felt right now, though, and I licked and munched on his hole like a wild man. Joe responded in turn, putting his hand on my head to guide me, pull me in. Letting me know it was turning him on.

"Eat me out, Cal. Get me ready for that breeding cock, stud." I prodded my tongue into his pucker, eliciting moans from both of us. "Fuck, Ceej, I can feel my egg dropping now. We're not gonna waste it, are we? It needs a daddy, bad."

Joe was the master of sex talk, and it was driving me insane now. I leaned up and hurriedly reached for the lube. A quick pump and I'd slicked up my cock enough just the right amount. I crawled up and kissed my Joe and pushed inside him.

"Oh fuck, you want this too, Cal," he hissed as I started fucking with steady deep thrusts. "You want a kid."

"Damn straight," I replied. "We're gonna make one, Big Guy." My hips started pumping faster. I wanted to hold off from coming too soon, since I wanted this moment to last.

Joe's legs were spread apart, his hands on my flank, lowering down to pull my hips in rhythm, telling me he wanted this, needed this. "Our first, Cal. The first of many Johnson kids."

I was getting caught up in the talk. "They're taking my last name," I observed. For all we'd talked about our kids' names, we had never discussed the last name.

"Oh yeah, they're gonna be Johnsons. I'm taking your name, too, Cal."

"Oh, Joe." I was touched.

"Least I can do for the father of my children."

I fucked harder. I could feel the inevitable getting closer.

"Your nuts drawing up, Cal?" Joe asked, excitedly. He craved this, too.

"They are. Ready to impregnate you, Joe." My hips were a blur of action, and miraculously Joe could take the harder fuck.

"I hope our first kid's a boy. Think you can do that, Cal? Think you can knock me up with a boy? I want him to grow up to be a famous football star like his daddy."

"Oh FUCK!" I growled and like that my cock was pumping a heavy load of inseminating batter into my guy.

Joe realized I was doing it, too, could feel it pulsing inside him. "Oh Damn! Knock me up!" he grunted and untouched his own prick started spurting onto his belly.

My impulse was to keep pumping away at his ass, but instead I buried my dick deep inside his guts and let my semen pump into him in deep heavy spurts. The week of no sex had made my orgasm that much fuller and my cum thicker.

Joe was coming down from his orgasm gradually and lay back, legs lifted, passively accepting my potent seed delivery.

"I love you so much, Ceej. Our children are going to have the best father."

I leaned down and kissed Joe deeply, with as much love as I'd ever felt in my heart.