The Pregnancy Chronicles

The Male Pregnancy Forum

The Forum was the Male Pregnancy Forum, an online community that had sprung up now that the medical developments had made the inconceivable possible. It's where I researched about the operation itself and read about guys who'd had it. There were separate forums: one about the leading specialists, one where guys could find a sperm donor or father, one weighing pros and cons of adoption and pregnancy, a support group for pregnant guys, a forum for practical advice like childproofing and car seats. There was even one about clothing.

I was mostly a lurker. I'd been sexually involved with my former professor for a good three years now. Hell, maybe it was more than that, but John didn't seem eager for anything serious, at least not with a guy 16 years younger. He seemed to have some guilt still about fucking one of his students, but not so much that he ever stopped. The dude loved my ass, claimed he was addicted to it. We even jokingly referred to his "sex addiction" after he fucked me quickie style over his office desk, my basketball shorts pooled around my ankles as I wore the same college hoodie and ballcap I had on all through his class.

Fine with me, my prof was handsome as hell, built but not too much, with a quiet masculinity that got me hard. And he was by far the best dude in bed I'd been with, with a nice thick cock that always hit my spot right. And yeah, like John, I got off on the inappropriate naughtiness of the whole situation. Once, in the heat of the moment as he rutted face to face, his dick plunging faster in and out of me, I threw out a comment about how he better give me an A now. Rather than be upset, his nostils flared and his whole body went into overdrive, banging me some against the headboard as he started to cum.

We repeated that, a lot.

I half thought we'd go our separate ways after I was done with his class. But every Friday he invited me over and every Friday I went. The sex was still scorching hot and the vibe comfortable. Even after graduation, we kept meeting up, till it was clear we were dating, even as John seemed hesitant to go past the "causal" phase. I still kept my midtown condo - as a trust fund kid, my place was actually nicer than my ex-professor's. But I had more free time to come over to his place for dinner, date night or even a quickie suck or fuck.

It was John who started us on the pregnancy roleplay, initiating it one night when he went beyond the usual "breeding" comment to start talking about knocking me up. That took me by surprise but turned me on big time. John realized this and went all in. Telling me how he was going to put a baby in me, that his seed was going to make me good and pregnant. I returned the sex talk, begging for his potent seed, telling him to put twins in me. It was the hottest fuck we'd had yet.

Of course that preg-play was part of our regular repertoire in the bedroom. Soon it became every single time. Even if I was just giving John a nice blowjob, he'd give a steady commentary about how he wanted to see me pregnant.

Our sex talk - and the fantasy of impregnantion - led me to stumble on the Male Pregnancy Forum. The more I read, the more my life was changed. It was all an imaginary fantasy, I thought, but guys, real guys were out there doing it. Getting pregnant or helping their men get pregnant.

One night we went deep in the preg-talk, my legs on John's strong shoulders, his hands possessively feeling my stomach and talking about the twins he was gonna put in me.

"Triplets!" I urged, feeling the combination of his cock, my prostate and the sex talk getting me close.

"Yeah, Zach?" John breathed. He liked that idea, a lot. "You ready to get big for me? Big with our kids?"

"Yeah, Professor," I said, pulling out the P word like I still did on special occasions. "Just give me those fertility pills and let your swimmers do the rest."

John's face scrunched up tight. "Oh fuck!" His body tensed and he let out a deep grunt and like that I was getting good and seeded.

We were both smiling and giddy as we uncoupled and made out.

"You ever think about doing this for real?" I finally asked John.

The man leaned up in bed a little, his late 30s hunky body looking especially good in the low light of the bedroom. "For real? What do you mean?"

"Knock me up," I clarified. "There's this operation now... and I got the money."

I thought Mr. Commitment Issues would flip out, but he had a visibly excited look on his face. "You serious?"

My hand ran up and down his erection, which returned with surprising quickness. Maybe he thought I was bringing this up as part of our sex play, but I did enjoy that he got turned on by it.

"I gotta think if I really wanna go through with it," I added. "But yeah... I've been thinking what it would be like."

John got a real lusty look on his face as he met me in a kiss and rolled on top of me. Our second round of sex was fevered, even brutal, as he lubed his cock and shoved into me. Impetuous, horny. I imagined this was for real, that I had an egg in me waiting to be fertilized and that my man was going to do his duty and deliver his seed. Our fuck lasted only a minute but it was the hottest minute of my life.

The next day I went to the Forum for more info. My heart pounded as I read through the website. The best part was the subgroup for guying considering getting the operation. Lots of practical information about the costs, the potential risks and side effects, and the emotional side of it all. There was one guy on there, YankeesFan35, who had a terrific thread where he documented the whole process, almost week by week, as he weighed getting the surgery, then went through it. Picture after picture of his growing belly. The last post was the best. "Absolutely no regrets," was all it read.

I think that was the thread that convinced me to get it done.

Something was on my mind. I started a thread. "Anyone else get turned on by the idea of being pregnant?" I asked. The thread got shut down pretty quick, as apparently it was against the moderator's rules. But YankeeFan35 messaged me soon after.

"Hey man, I saw your thread. You're DEFINITELY not the only one. You might check out these," he wrote, giving me a few porn websites featuring mpreg fantasy. "There are a few of us in the Big Family sub. You can't mention the kink explicitly, but I've met a few like minded guys there." The Big Family sub-forum was for guys who had more than three children or were planning to.

I thanked the guy and we started a conversation. Turns out he was on his second pregnancy now. "I get turned on knowing I'm pregnant with another dude's baby," he wrote.

"That's so hot," I replied. "I'm gonna get the operation, so I can feel it for real."

"It's an incredible rush," he wrote. "You got a breeder lined up?"

"Yep," I typed. " He's even more into the idea than me."

"Sounds familiar. I found a rich dude who's letting me take an early retirement and focus on raising kids."

I asked him how many kids he planned to have.

The response gave me a boner. "Ten? Twenty? As many as I fucking can."

"Hot."

It turns out that YankeesFan35 lived in New York, too, and we agreed to meet.

I didn't know what to expect but YankeesFan35 was a hunk of a guy. We met in Bryant Park and based on his description I picked him out, dressed in a polo, shorts, and Yankees cap. He stood up and shook my hand with a vice-firm grip.

"Brian," he said.

"Zach," I introduced myself. "I didn't know what to expect, based on your thread, but you weren't it," I said with a nervous smile.

He laughed, his ruggedly handsome face showing a dimple as he flashed his pearly smile. "I get that a lot. Not a lot of people expect to see an ex-cop all knocked up."

My eyes widened as we sat down on a bench. "You pregnant now?"

I could see the twinkle in his gray-brown eyes beneath the brim of his cap. "Just about 7 weeks along so I'm not showing yet. But yeah, we're working on our second."

"Hot," I said. "You said you had no regrets about getting the procedure?" Maybe I was getting down to business too quickly but that's why we were both there, to talk about male pregnancy.

"None at all, buddy," he smirked. "Even with the morning sickness and sore tits and sleepless nights from having a newborn. It's my dream, man."

His words excited me. I'd read his online diaries about bearing, but hearing it in person, seeing a big strong guy like this in the flesh, made it seem more real. "I gotta say, reading your experiences has been a big help. Pretty much convinced me to go through with the operation."

"You should, man. I mean, you gotta follow your heart, do what's right for you. But you wouldn't be here talking to me if you didn't want to get pregnant, would you?"

"You got me there. It's about all I can think about."

"See?" the cop leaned back on the bench. He wasn't very tall but he was thickly muscled. His nipples seemed to stick out more than a normal guy's would, not pointy but fleshy, wide tits. I imagined myself getting to the phase of nursing like that. I didn't have Brian's beefy build but I could picture how hot milk-producing nips would look on my lean, young frame.

"I got something to ask you," I said. "Maybe it's too personal."

"Ask away, buddy." It was weird to be talking to this pregnant 30-something butch guy with a thick New York accent.

"You said some guys get off on the impregnation. You know, a kink."

"Oh yeah," he grinned. "Big time. I even got Paul into it. I think he gets off on the breeding even more than I do now."

"Yeah?" The idea was exciting all right and I felt a relief in being able to talk to another guy about this stuff. I had to adjust my shorts as we sat on the park bench, trying not to be too obvious about it. "Well, I'm just wondering if that goes away after getting knocked up. I mean you're already pregnant, so what more is there...?"

That brought an excited grin to his handsome face. "Dude, it gets even more intense, let me tell ya." His voice got lower, almost more of a growl. " Pregnant sex is the hottest, and the bigger you get the more your breeder can't keep his hands off you. It's a male ego thing," he laughed and I got an insight into his and his dude's dynamic. "And then after birth, you're starting to imagine the next one...." He paused and looked at me, reading my excited reaction. "You'll see, Zach."

"I can't wait," I said.

We talked a little more and Brian told me a few of the forum guys who were into the kink, including those open to one-on-one sex chat. "MrBeachBall's just a lurker, not into having a real pregnancy," he added. "But the dude has hands-down the horniest imagination. Paul and I sometimes do cam shows for him as he feeds us some nasty shit... I mean, not too nasty... it's just, well, hot as fuck..." Again, the Staten Island was coming out good and heavy in his voice.

"Sounds amazing," I said. I felt like Brian was opening me to a whole world.

Finally it was time to go our separate ways.

"Keep in touch, Zach," Brian said as he gave me a quick bro hug. "And let me know if you guys decide to go through with it. There's a group of us guys who are real close... most of us in the New York area, but one group out West... kind of a support group."

"Wow, that sounds great," I said. "I'll definitely let you know."

I was giddy and excited as I walked away. And that afternoon I made a call to schedule my consultation appointment for the surgery.

***

I had second thoughts. The surgery itself went OK but I felt like shit for a few weeks after. Pain, discomfort, fatigue. Thank goodness for the Forum because I was able to read about how some guys had a similar experience. Maybe a minority but I wasn't the only one. It might take a couple more months to heal up and even longer to be fertile.

John was patient, and I think he felt a little guilty, like his desires were responsible for it. I wasn't in the mood for sex, but I shared some of the mpreg story and porn sites Brian had recommended. John would go into the bedroom and shut the door and ten minutes later walk out with a relaxed, happy look on his face.

I knew I was on the mend and off and on felt a gradual return of my libido. But I'd only had a couple of quick JO sessions and even they felt mostly like release, not real pleasure.

Then it hit me. In the middle of the night. Maybe 1 or 2 AM. I didn't want to wake John up, but I couldn't help reaching over and touching his naked torso. Feeling the heat and strength of the man who'd father my children.

John stirred.

"Wha.... umm... everything OK, Zach?" He seemed concerned.

"I'm... I'm in heat, babe," I sighed. "Like crazy horny."

He reached over and turned on the lamp and turned back to me to examine my face. His hand was on my stomach now and even that small touch made my back arch and my ass itch. "You wanna fuck me?" I asked.

He nodded excitedly, having not been able to do this for months. His thick prick tented up his underwear. "God yeah. You sure you're ready?"

I clutched on to his body. Older, handsome, John had a real way of turning me on. He had since I was a sophomore in his history class. Even more so now. "I need that daddy cock in me, bad." I reached down and gripped his erection. "Need you to knock me up."

He growled and slipped off his briefs. I did the same as he reached for some lube.

We kissed and John rolled on top of me. Classic missionary position, the one John and I talked about as being the perfect breeding position. I parted my legs and John leaned down to kiss as he slowly fed me his cock. My ass was tight but no longer sore. My man was opening me up and it felt marvelous. That slow stretch, that insistent fullness. I was getting fucked, and it was almost like the first time all over again.

John let out a grunt as he bottomed out. "You're so tight, babe," he grunted and pushed in again.

"You ready to be a daddy?" I asked. This wasn't just sex talk anymore, this was for real.

"So reach, Zach. Ready to make us a kid." His voice was cracking it was so excited. His cock plunged in and out of me, pushing a spot in me that drove me wild.

"I want it, bad, Daddy," I hissed. I didn't call John Daddy all the time but in the heat of sex, yeah, he was my Daddy and particularly now the name took on a deeper meaning. "Need to give you a child."

His hips were faster, harder, now that he knew I could take it. Or maybe he was getting carried away in the moment. I know I was, clutching at his thrusting body, urging him in with every stroke. Craving his seed.

"Gonna be a beautiful boy... or a girl," John hissed, imagining our offspring.

"Our first," I said, feeling his dick swell and get even bigger inside me. "Of many."

John's nostrils flared and he grew even more excited. His dick pounded me hard. Loving in its way, but at that moment we both fed off our mutual need. "I read about one couple on the Forum who has fifteen kids already."

John was on the same wavelength as me, and I knew how to feed his fire. "They going for more, babe?"

He nodded. "A whole lot more... FUCK!"

He raised his head and I knew he was cumming big time. I didn't even touch myself but my body was entering orgasm simultaneously, my dick belching out a load that was well overdue. It was release, sure, but pure pleasure.

We made out as we came down but we didn't disconnect. John stayed hard, which never happens after he nuts. But he was erect and still buried in me. And my ass didn't want him to leave. So he didn't. We kissed and held each other and talked about how we couldn't wait for our child to grow in me.

And soon we were fucking again.