Cornell, TX

Mike Markham was feeling the isolation of this new hotel. A Colonel Portis had contacted him and arranged to bring the 66-year-old retired firefighter to Cornell as a surprise to his grandson Jake. Just 18, Jake seemed too young to be getting married, but the elder Markham had his suspicions. There had been rumors that the military-zone Texan town had found a way to continue procreation. The man was thrilled his grandson might have found a woman capable of bearing children. He was looking forward to the wedding tomorrow.

It was hard not to be struck by the air of secrecy. Not only the surprise appearance at Jake's wedding, but the whole place. The Colonel had escorted him past the military gate and down a dusty road to the middle of nowhere. And finally to a deserted hotel that seemed to be half under construction, the other half deserted.

"Cornell's a small town and I'm afraid this is all we got for lodging," Portis said. "Hope you don't mind."

"That's OK," Mike said, though the place had a certain empty creepiness. "It's just for one night."

"Daniel and Aaron are busy with the rehearsal dinner, but they'll be over shortly." He handed Mike the room key. "You're in room 203." After giving the older man a firm handshake, the Colonel drove off.

Mike settled in and stepped out on the balcony. The sun was getting low but the air was Texas warm, and the lake below looked mighty good. Hell, there was certainly no one around to mind a skinny dip, he thought, stripping down and wrapping a towel around his waist.

The water felt great as he waded, but as he relaxed he felt hornier. Like bone-hard horny. Maybe I'll find one of those fertile women, he thought lewdly. Hell, they didn't even have to be fertile - the ex-firefighter would be satisfied with some recreational sex.

Before he pruned up, Mike got out and didn't even bother covering himself with the towel. It was dusk and the place was dead empty. With a hardon he walked back up to his room.

He flipped on the TV and it hit him. A hot flash like he never felt before or could imagine swept his body. Then another. His asshole itched like crazy and instinctively Mike's hand went down to touch it. The pucker was hot to the touch and opened up immediately, swallowing his fingers inside. Mike completed the circuit by lifting his legs and pushing his digits inside. A few inward self-strokes and his cock spurted onto his chest.

"Fuck!" he growled and pulled out his fingers. Clear slime covered his fingers and as Mike lifted them up he smelt a slightly sweet smell that surprised him.

Just then a knock came at the door.

"Who is it?" he called out nervously.

"It's Daniel, Grandpa Mike," the voice answered. "A and I decided to come by."

Mike scrambled to put on some jeans and a T-shirt to be decent but he worried about the telltale signs of the orgasm he just had.

He shouldn't have been concerned. When he opened the door, his two 20-year-old football-playing grandsons stood before him casually dressed and both visibly pregnant.

The young men didn't leave much time for their grandfather express his shock. Instead they hugged the man they hadn't seen in three years. "Hi Grandad," each greeted.

"Hi," Mike barely stammered out, but the contact with the boys and the sight of their pregnancies made his body convulse again. "I gotta lie down a minute, boys," he excused himself.

"Good idea," Aaron said, peeling off his shirt to show the huge swell, and full chest that showed a dusting of hair now. Daniel followed suit, and the two brothers joined their grandfather on the bed, flanking either side of him.

The older man felt paralyzed and confused. His oldest grandsons, who'd always been competitive jocks, were clearly bearing children. Mike wasn't sure how this was possible, it felt like a surreal dream. But his dick surged harder looking at Daniel, then Aaron. Fully toned muscular young bodies except for the full roundness sticking out from their midsection. And a definite puffiness to their nipples, making them poke out like rubbery teats from their smooth pecs.

"How on earth did...?" the man started before another hot flash crested through his body and interrupted his ability to speak beyond incoherent groans.

Aaron smiled. "We'll explain later, Grandad. For now, just go with it. Go with what your body wants."

The man nodded just as Daniel's fingers traced at the hem of his T-shirt, peeling it up. Aaron started undoing the jeans and pulled them down.

"Damn, Grandad," Daniel grinned, running his hand along the hairy older muscle. "You've been keeping in shape. Dad's gonna like this," he observed.

The mention of his son made Mike's cock spurt out some clear juice. What did Stan have to do with this?

Before he could reflect more, Daniel's lips were on his kissing the older man, and Mike was responding.

"Where do you feel it, Grandad?" Daniel asked, as he pulled back.

Mike wasn't sure exactly what his grandson was asking, but all his thoughts were based in his asshole. "Um, my ass. Feels so hot and itchy almost."

Aaron looked up over his grandfather's body at Daniel. "We gotta call Jake over."

Daniel smiled and got up off the bed while Aaron scooted down the bed between Mike's strong hairy legs. "Come on Grandpa," he urged as he pushed the thighs up. "Just go with it."

Mike nodded and felt a huge feeling of relief as his football-playing grandson started licking and munching his inflamed pucker.

"Oh God," the elder Markham grunted as the rim job got more intense, Aaron's tongue slurping up the oozing clear slime from his newly producing hole. A mini ejaculation of the clear liquid spurted from his hole and into Aaron's mouth.

"He's a bearer all right," Aaron told Daniel as his brother got off the phone and returned to bed.

"You're like us, Granddad," Daniel grinned and stood on the bed, straddling his grandfather's face and crouching down so his ass hovered a few inches above the man.

Mike was expecting to be repulsed and humiliated but as he looked as his grandson's hair-dusted crack he immediate noticed how big and puffy the asslips were, like folds of a pussy, almost. And that clear oozing slime dripping from the center of the bud, forming a large pearl-size drop then dripping right onto Mike's mouth and tongue.

Immediately he tasted the light sweetness, matching his own man-pussy discharge. His body got another hot flash and Aaron nearly choked on another ejaculation from his granddad's pussy.

Mike, for his part, put his hands on Daniel's thighs and pulled that young ass onto his mouth.

The threesome rim session formed a circuit between the three bearers, as Mike rode out two separate orgasms, unbelievably. He was climbing toward his third when a knock at the door interrupted the men.

"I'll get it," Daniel announced, standing up and drawing a thin filament of his pussy slime to his grandad's lips.

"Hey bro," Jake greeted as he walked in, wearing only some flimsy shorts that did nothing to hide his hardon. He tossed the keys to his father's car, now his car really, onto the table with his wallet.

"Granddad's real ripe for the picking, Jake," Danny said, nodding over the bed where his brother was still giving a deep rim to their grandfather. Mike registered he was being talked about but his head was clouded in a fuck daze.

He did grunt as he saw Jake push down his shorts and reveal a massively long cock. Like, jaw-droppingly, insanely long. Through the hot flash, Mike consciousness focused only on two things, his burning asshole being tended by Aaron's tongue, and Jake's dick. His eyes watched the teen hardon sway lewdly with each step Jake was taking toward the bed.

"Hey Grandpa," Jake finally said to the 66-year-old, breaking the spell. Forcing Mike to realize this was not just sex but his grandsons with him. Stan's boys. His son's sons. The young men he watched grow up before they moved to Cornell a few years ago.

"Jake," Mike started, unable to process a complete thought. "You getting married tomorrow?"

"Yes, sir," he replied. Jake nodded as he tapped Aaron's shoulder to urge him out of the way. The older brother scrambled from his asseating position and let Jake in between their grandfather's legs. Mike was clearly in heat and Jake knew he didn't need to waste any time. With a shove he entered the older man.

Mike Markham let out a sigh of relief. Jake's cock felt so good pushing into him. Way up deep into his insides. The big teen balls pressed against his ass.

"I'm marrying Dad tomorrow, Grandpa," Jake added confidently, pulling out and shoving in again. "And our neighbor Doug Kelly. Though he's been living with me for the last few months."

The idea his big-dicked grandson was marrying his military officer son Stan went straight to Mike's balls, which erupted in a huge cum all over his silvery fur.

"Fuck!" Jake grunted, sweating on his chest and pounding faster. "I'm gonna knock you up, Grandad."

"Oh God," Mike grunted. His objections were being pummeled away by the huge thrusting cock. It was like an out of body experience as he looked up and saw his youngest grandson, just 18, entering his orgasm and undoubtedly firing a major wad of seed deep inside the ass.

Jake smiled and collapsed on his grandfather's now cum-drenched body, meeting the man in a deep kiss. With an extra emphasis, and to make sure the seed was fully delivered, Jake ground his crotch in slow motions against Grandad's hole.

"How you feeling, sir?" Jake asked with a grin. He was still hard and knew he could go for another fuck in his grandfather's deflowered ass right then and there.

Mike grunted. "That was the hottest sex I've ever had," he admitted. "But will someone tell me what's going on here?"

The young men laughed. Jake turned to Daniel, "Danny, fill him in while I go for seconds." And he started fucking Grandpa Mike again.

****

"You ready to be a Markham?" Stan asked as he slipped on his uniform shirt.

"Yeah, Stan," Doug Kelly beamed in excitement, but then he fiddled with the button his own starched white dress shirt, "if I can get this shirt on."

Stan nodded. "I guess we're really starting to show, huh?" That was an understatement as both men were well along in their pregnancy. Thankfully Stan had a few white shirts and an Army Dress Uniform coat with ample room in the waist.

Doug had a dress shirt custom made for the big day, guessing his growing size. The belly was fine, but it was the chest buttons which pulled tight. "I don't know how, but my tits have even more milk in 'em these days." The realtor's chest was big with huge round swells now. He had been self-conscious about their size, bigger than Stan's or even than most other Bearers in town, but Jake Markham seemed very into them.

"It's the way Jake milks us," Stan observed, slipping on his matching tie. "Seems to keep us producing pretty heavy."

"Well, I hope he likes the way I look today," Doug sighed as he picked up his cuff links and started putting them on. "I want it to be special for him."

"You kidding, Doug?" Stan said, stepping up to his future co-husband and giving him a quick kiss. "My son's crazy about you. Has been since that first day we moved in." He playfully goosed Doug's chest. "Besides, you know how much your big dad titties turn the boy on."

Doug chubbed up at the memory of when he first met Jake. "I thought something was going to happen that first day, Stan, the way Jake was feeling up my belly. Probably would have too had I not mustered some will power."

"Jakey's a pretty persistent bugger, huh?" Stan was glad the tension over Jake's breederdom was gone and he was able to appreciate his son's assertive sexual nature and be just proud and happy for him.

Doug picked up his suit jacket. "That's why we're getting married today. Fucking dream come true."

Stan fixed his uniform, then helped Doug with his tie. "You ready Doug?"

Doug gave the man an excited quick kiss and nodded. "Let's do this."

Just then the men heard a knock at the door. It was Mike Markham, peeking his head in. "I hear someone's getting married today."

"Dad!" Stan gasped. He had been in contact with his father to give vague updates that everything was going fine, but he hadn't described the male pregnancy or the many developments in Cornell. Now there was no hiding it as Mike was entering the room, dressed in a charcoal-gray suit, with a big beaming smile on his face.

Mike saw the nervous look on his son's face. Kind of like when he stumbled on Stan jerking off as a teenager. "It's OK, son, I know the score. I've gone through the what do they call it?... the changes."

Stan sighed a little. Then realized he had to introduce Doug. "Dad... this is Doug Kelly. Soon to be Doug Markham."

Doug extended out his hand, "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Markham. You've raised a fine family."

Mike's eyes went from Doug's big, round belly to Stan's equally big gut as he appraised what he might look like in eight months' time. But he looked back at Doug and answered his question. "I can't take all the credit. Certainly not for Jake's endowment."

Doug laughed. Stan asked the obvious question. "You've seen it?"

Mike nodded. "Hope you don't mind, son, but your boy's a fast operator. I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant." He was afraid that his son would be mad, but he had to be honest.

Instead Stan beamed with happiness and hugged his father. "God, that's great, Dad! I'm so happy for you." He pulled back and looked as Mike. "Jake's the best, isn't he?"

"I don't have much to compare it to, but yeah, he's a talented boy." He clapped Stan's shoulders affectionately. "Listen, son, I want to walk you down the aisle. Give you away."

"Yeah?" Stan was thrilled. "I'd love that."

****

Stan had given him a toe-curling blow job just that morning but as Jake stood at the front of the Elks Lodge hall in his tux, his massive boner rose up in his crotch as he watched Keith Kelly escort Doug down the aisle and then his grandfather walk his dad down after. Both men were just so handsome and perfect, Jake thought, taking in their strong adult builds and their pregnancies showing for all the crowd to see.

They'd had to cap the attendance, but it was a good crowd, still. Jake's Breeder buddies, his Dad's Army colleagues, and Doug's business acquaintances. Steve Preston was his best man and the 17 year old looked precociously adult wearing a navy suit.

Mayor Jones presided over the wedding, a brief civil affair.

"Jacob Alan Markham, do you take this man, Stanley Daniel Markham, to be your first husband? To honor and protect and provide for him?" the mayor said in his resonant voice.

Jake held his dad's hands, looking into his father's face and admiring how handsome he was. Distinguished Army officer, graying hair at the temples, strong jaw line and profile making his pale eyes that much more mesmerizing. Both men's palms clammy with nervousness, but Jake squeezed his dad's hands to reassure him of his effect. "I do."

"And do you, Stan, take your son, Jake to be your husband, to honor, cherish, and obey, to be fruitful in delivering children as a product of your mutual love?"

"I do and I will," Stan answered with a smile.

Jake gave one final squeeze before turning to Doug and taking his lover's hands in his.

"And Jake, do you take Douglas Matthew Kelly to be your second lawful husband? To honor and protect and provide for him?"

"I do," Jake answered without missing a heartbeat, his eyes communicating his life directly into Doug's gaze.

"And Doug, do you take Jake to be your husband, to honor cherish, and obey, to take on the Markham name for you and your children, and to be fruitful in delivering children as a product of your mutual love?"

"I do, Mayor," he beamed.

Impetuously, Jake leaned forward to kiss Doug, not waiting for Darrell's instruction.

The mayor laughed. "Jake, please place the rings on your men's fingers as a sign of eternal bond between Breeder and Bearer, and a symbol of the life you will bring forth into this world."

Steve fumbled with the rings, making sure to get the right sizes in order. Jake's hands trembled a bit as he slipped the first on his father's ring finger, then Doug's.

"Congratulations," the mayor laughed. "You three are now married."

Jake let out a proud "hell yes" and wrapped an arm around each of his husbands' shoulders and planting a kiss in turn before showing off his pregnant spouses to the cheers of the crowd. "I'm the luckiest man alive," he beamed.

****

The reception was a fun time, particularly for Jake, who got hearty congratulation from his Breeder buddies. Colonel Portis slipped him a card with a big check inside. "For your honeymoon, Markham. I'm giving Stan two weeks' leave to go have some fun. The stubborn mule works too hard."

"Thanks Colonel," Jake smiled, before getting Portis a drink at the open bar. "You've already done so much, bringing my grandad here."

"Well," Portis said, pulling out two cigars and offering one to Jake. "You've given me some ideas about marriage."

"Your boys?" Jake smiled. He knew the Colonel was in love with both of his sons, protective and possessive.

Portis nodded. "I'm going to ask them tonight to marry me."

"They're going to be thrilled."

"I hope so," the colonel chuffed. "I've been real pleased with how you check in on John. Most Breeders don't do that," he said,

"Well, John's a great guy. And you never forget your first."

"Nah, I suppose you don't," the man agreed. "But you're a real standup guy, Markham, just like your dad."

"Thanks, sir."

The colonel changed the topic. "So how much longer before our business venture starts?" The cigar smoke wafted around the men as they enjoyed the simple pleasure.

"Three weeks we get our first guests," Jake beamed. "Mitch has done a bang up job getting the first building up in record time."

"I'll say. You know, I'll confess I thought your idea was bananas. Until that first crew of workers came to Cornell to work on it. They cycled through the changes so fast it was insane. And your grandfather last night. You say it's the water?"

Jake nodded. "Yes, it's about four times the radioactivity of Cornell."

Portis clapped Jake's shoulder with his strong hand. "Well, I'll be, you're a smart one, Markham. Listen," he leaned in a little. "There's a new corporal who's arrived in town to work on the base. 40 years old, strong ox of a soldier with those suburban looks you go for."

"Yeah?" Jake was definitely intrigued.

Portis continued, "I thought you might like to get first dibs on him." Leaning in, he whispered, "Cpl. Caskell's up in the changing room right now."

Jake smiled and set down his drink. "I think I better check on him," he grinned, eager to get off in a snug virgin ass that day.

****

Jake had found an isolated beachfront house on the Gulf coast, with a private beach. It was the perfect honeymoon spot.

He felt a little guilty for keeping his husbands up late last night with a sex marathon, but Jake was keyed up from the wedding and the excitement of being with these two men. By now, the radioactivity at Red Rocks had amped up Jake's sex drive, even beyond his previous Breeder base line. He knew Dad and Doug wouldn't be enough sex for him. And he knew his husbands expected Jake would continue to fuck a lot of eligible breeders in Cornell, and at the resort.

But these men would always be Jake's number one men. The loves of his life. He looked over at his Dad, who was napping on the beach. His pregnancy was a few weeks behind Doug's but his belly had a nice round swell now. That pregnancy gut looked even more magnificent framed by the skimpy light-yellow speedos Jake had Stan wear. The tanned skin and brown hair added to the impression of the Army officer's muscular bulk and the midsection girth. Jake was growing full-on hard again watching the sight.

"You better let him sleep, Jake," Doug whispered. "I think you wore the poor guy out last night." The other Mr. Markham was wearing a similarly skimpy swimsuit and the nearly nine-month swell was incredible to see. As were Doug's heavy dad tits, swollen and with majorly puffy nipples from Jake's regular nursing.

Jake smirked and slid down his board shorts. His dick had stopped growing but it was really fucking long now, and thick too. There were a couple of breeders in town with bigger cocks, but Jake measured up well in comparison to most, and more than one Bearer enjoyed the challenge to taking all of Jake Markham's legendary tool,

"Guess you'll have to take care of me, sir," he said and scooted over to kiss Doug right there on the deserted stretch of beach.

"Oh fuck, that's nice," Doug said after breaking the kiss. His husband was a great lover, and as much as he loved a Jake Markham fuck, the makeout sessions and the slow foreplay, when Jake was in the mood for them, were even better.

Jake traced his fingers along Doug's handsome chin. "I just wished I could show you guys off to the world. Let everyone see me fuck your hot pregnant bodies."

Doug never considered himself to have an exhibition streak but Jake's words and their sincerity were getting to him now. He could imagine onlookers watching him and his husband in embrace. "You made us that way, Jake... picked us to be your Bearers."

Jake grinned. His hand slid down to caress Doug's meaty torso, finally cupping the roundness filled out by his child to be. "Gonna keep you men good and pregnant, too. You know that, right?"

Doug grinned. "I believe that was in my wedding vow. Stan's too.... 'I promise to honor, cherish, and obey and to stay barefoot and pregnant for my husband.'" he joked.

Jakes eyes widened. "Fuck, that's hot." The lust was evident in his face as his gaze traveled from Doug's big gut to his big, round, heavy milk-swollen pecs.

Doug lay back down on his towel and cupped his full pectoral mass, squeezing it into a nice round tit. ".... 'And I promise to keep my husband fed with my milk, whenever he gets hungry.'"

Jake got a lusty grin and leaned down to latch his mouth on Doug's tit. He could tell his husband was turned on because it didn't take much suckling work to get the sweet liquid flowing. He loved nursing his own father like this, but Doug's tits were fuller. The man's mammary glands produced more and somehow the milk was even better tasting. Now that Doug's delivery was imminent, the milk was even more plentiful.

"Oh fuck, Jake," Doug hissed in a soft voice. "Relieve that pressure, stud. Feels so good."

Jake scooted over and ran his tongue teasingly over Doug's fleshy aureole, which firmed up between his husband's lips.

As Jake latched his mouth on it and ran his hands all along Doug's pregnant body, he thought, yeah, married life is pretty fucking great.