Cornell, TX

The next day, when Jake got home from school, he saw Mr. Kelly out mowing his lawn, shirtless. Somehow, with the well-worn khaki shorts sitting low on his hip, the man's belly looked even rounder and more enlarged than even a few days ago.

When Mr. Kelly saw the neighbor boy walking over he stopped the mower.

"You shouldn't be doing that sir, not in your condition." Jake said.

"It's fine, Jake."

The young man was having none of Mr. Kelly's assurances. "I'll go get changed and be back. Mow your lawn for you."

Doug Kelly had to admit it was nice to have the help. He was able bodied and strong but carrying like he did took a lot of energy out of him. While Jake mowed, he weeded and trimmed along the hedges. He couldn't help but watch the young man, though, his lithe body sweating as he did the chore shirtless. Most guys would find Jake's older brothers to be hotter... more muscular, more jock-ish, more mature in their body development. But something about Jake really turned Doug on. It was why he'd been so standoffish this last week, despite the youngest Markham's obvious attention. Stan was afraid of letting his dick do the thinking for him.

But seeing Jake finish up and wheel the mower back, his 16 year old body sweaty, his blond hair matted down with sweat, the young muscles fully toned with the exertion, he threw caution out the window.

"Was thinking of taking a dip in the pool. Any interest?" he called out.

Doug delighted in seeing Jake's face light up in excitement, but then the teen looked worriedly over his shoulder. He was clearly wondering if he should, whether his father would wonder where he'd gone.

"Come on, you deserve it after the hard work," Doug encouraged him. He wasn't sure what he was angling for, but the mere presence of the young man kept him from thinking straight.

"All right, sir," Jake smiled as Mr. Kelly took the mower and wheeled it to the back yard.

"Here," Doug said as he walked back out with a swimsuit in his hand. "You can wear one of Marshall's." He himself was wearing only a snug pair of speedo-style lycra trunks made even tighter by his extra pregnancy weight. His belly was like a firm hairy beach ball, sticking out from his muscular DILFy bod.

"Thanks, sir," Jake said as he took the trunks in one hand as his other started undoing his jeans. Just when he thought his middle-aged neighbor couldn't look any hotter, he was awestruck at Mr. Kelly's bared body, the huge girth of his middle with the big round baby swell sticking out over a full pouch of the speedos. No way was he gonna be able to keep his dick down, and as he kicked off his jeans sure enough he was starting to bone up, his teen dick fully recharged from fucking Mr. Freeman earlier that afternoon. Jake swallowed hard as he ran his fingers through the elastic of his briefs. "Though if it's OK, sir, I may just go skinny dipping." With a deep hope, he tugged down the briefs and stood there, erect in front of his suburban-dad neighbor.

Doug gulped. He knew this was coming, eventually, but he didn't reckon it would be so soon. Doug felt powerless and out of control of the situation. "Yeah, sure," he breathed quietly and stood quivering as the young man walked around him, giving him a quick pat on the butt before jumping into the pool, making a big playful splash.

"Wow, feels awesome, Mr. K," Jake said as he bobbed up above the surface. "You gotta get in."

Doug was feeling his own cock firm up in his trunks as he stepped gradually into the water. He usually preferred to adjust to the coolness that way, but mostly he enjoyed the Markham kid's eyes plastered on his hairy bod as he entered the pool.

"You look real hot, Mr. Kelly," Jake said, quieter now, as he treaded water and watched the pregnant belly just start to submerge beneath the surface.

A question pestered at Doug, it had been in the back of his mind this last week. "How long you been interested in men, Jake?" He slipped into the water further, feeling it cover his pregnant swell and tickle the bottom of his nips. With a gentle push of his legs he swam into the deeper water, closer toward Jake.

"Like forever, sir," the teen said, a little breathless and excited to see the pregnant father swim toward him. "I've been too afraid to tell my Dad."

Doug stopped a few feet from Jake, treading water and looking at the young man with a concerned expression. "I think your Dad would be understanding," he said, and added, "but I get why you're nervous telling him. He grew up in a different generation, like me."

"Yes, sir." For some reason, despite the seriousness of the conversation, Jake had never felt harder, more erect. His cock throbbed in the pool water and seemed to get impossibly harder as Mr. K looked at him with a look he couldn't place. Fatherly affection. Sympathy. Lust. "You must have come to terms with it, Mr. Kelly," Jake finally croaked out. Carefully he inched a little closer... Doug nodded, his own dick erect as a crowbar in his trunks. "It took me a while to get my head around it. I don't how much your father has told you, but your body changes in this town."

"He's told me some, sir, but not the details."

Doug bit his lip. "You should hear it from him." But he couldn't help but reach out his arm a little and graze Jake's firm young body.

It was getting dusk now, and Jake felt it more than saw. Mr. Kelly's eyes intently on him. As if that was the cue he was looking for, the young man wrapped his arm around Mr. Kelly, drawing the two men closer, and bumping Doug's pregnant belly against his own flat midsection. "Please, Mr. K.," he urged. "Dad won't mind me knowing. I know he won't."

Doug relented. "After two or three weeks, all the men in Cornell undergo a transformation."

"They can get pregnant, right? Start bearing kids?" Jake knew that much and had surmised some too.

Doug nodded. "Most can. Over 95 percent of us."

"But some can't?" Jake hadn't heard this part, and all of a sudden he was concerned he wouldn't be going through the changes.

Mr. Kelly paused. He was about to beg off, to insist that Jake's dad tell him the rest. But the young man's hand was now caressing the small of his back, working fingers along the top of his ass, where the edge of the trunks were. It melted his resistance. "The others become Breeders. They're more potent and able to get the rest of us pregnant."

Jake took in the information, turned on but still trying to process it. "You think I'm...?"

"Too soon to know, Jake," Doug answered. "It'll be another week or two before you go through the changes."

It was as if Jake felt blue balls coming on instantly. "You mean I gotta wait longer to do this?" he asked, nervously putting his hand on Doug's erect crotch.

The man gasped and instinctively gripped one of Jake's nude shoulder while he felt the kid's hard cock touch his leg. Jake was definitely a big boy down there. "I don't know if we oughta, Jake..."

Hungrily Jake leaned forward and kissed his neighbor, letting his tongue tease the man's lips before slipping inside the receiving open mouth. All of a sudden Doug's trunks felt super tight on him his cock was so hard and thankfully, he felt Jake's fingers peel them down. He moaned as they embraced and the teen's hands explored his hard, middle-aged butt cheeks and deep into the ass cleft before returning to the man's front to explore the hefty baby bump.

"You're so beautiful, Mr. K. THIS," he said as he rubbed the belly, "is so beautiful." The two looked into each others eyes with heated lust before they met again for a quick kiss. "You know, Mr. Kelly, I've jacked off thinking of you."

"Fuck..." Doug whispered.

"Thinking of what it would be like to be the father of your baby." He immediately added, semi-apologetically, "I don't mean any disrespect, sir, to you or the baby's father. It's just hot thinking about it."

Doug blushed hot and felt guilty. Like he was betraying his son Keith, who'd knocked him up in such a tender, loving sex marathon several months back. But Keith was away, at school, and it had been so long...

They were kissing again, and Doug felt helpless as Jake maneuvered his way behind the man, wrapping his arms around his torso and resting them lovingly on Doug's big stomach. The way Jake was kissing along his neck and rubbing his belly, and the hardness of the Markham kid's cock in his ass cleft drove him wild. But he sensed soon that Jake was trying to push his way in.

Doug stopped him. "You're gonna need lube first. Why don't we take it indoors?"

"Yeah?" Jake grinned, so happy this was gonna happen.

The men got out of the pool, dripping wet and padded over to the sliding doors of the kitchen. Jake entered first, as Doug closed the door behind them, and when he turned around he saw his neighbor rifling through the kitchen cabinets.

"There's gotta be something in here we can use. Some cooking oil, maybe? Ah here," Jake pulled out a canister of Crisco, beaming ear to ear as he plopped the lid off and scooped out three fingers full of white grease. "This oughta do, right, Mr. K?"

Doug was a little shocked. "Can't we wait till we get up to my room? Marshall might walk in for fuck's sake."

But his eyes were drawn to the teen's erection. It looked even bigger and more menacing than he'd realized in the pool. And as Jake smeared a little on his cock and let the heat melt it into a slick sheen, well, that prick looked hotter than anything he could remember, next to his own son's cock the night of their breeding.

"Come on, Kelly, I gotta fuck you. Bad." It was the first time Jake had addressed the older man without a "mister" or any form of politeness. "Come on, get on all fours and I can prep you."

Doug just hoped they could get it over. So crazy, doing this with Marshall upstairs. But he knelt down carefully, his pregnant weight making these things more difficult. Looking up at Jake in a silent challenge, as if to say, "This better be good, kid," he leaned forward and braced his upper body with his arms.

Jake grinned and got down on his knees, feeling the hairy cleft and rubbing the Crisco along it, especially along the dad pucker. He penetrated, first one finger, then two. Doug moaned.

"You like that, man?" he teased, adding another, probing deep and twisting the fingers inside the snug dad hole.

Doug bit his lip from crying out. He was gonna tell Markham to slow down, but somehow the kid knew when to let up, to be gentler before jamming back in, sending waves of pleasure-pain throughout Doug Kelly's middle-aged bod.

Jake took his time greasing Doug's hole and opening it up, so Mr. Kelly was surprised by the suddenness by which the fingers were replaced with a large, throbbing cock, which bored directly into his guts.

"Oof!" he grunted, holding steady but by now the pleasure-pain was pure pleasure.

"So tight, sir," Jake murmured, pulling back his hips and powering another thrust in. "Hot pregnant daddy. You're perfect Mr. Kelly, I can't believe I'm fucking you." He leaned forward and once again his hands were exploring Doug's hairy front, particularly his belly. If anything it made him fuck harder and more impetuously. "I'd love to get you pregnant, sir, if I can. When you've had this one, I wanna be next to knock you up. Have you walk around ready to bear my kid. Aw fuck!"

Jake couldn't hold back any more and spermed the insides of Mr. Kelly's guts, while the man let go of his own cock and felt the hands-free orgasm send shots of his sperm to the kitchen floor.

They uncoupled and Jake scooted up to kiss Doug hard with an appreciative tongue-heavy kiss. "Thanks, Mr. K, that was unbelievable."

"Yeah, for me, too," he breathed, he leaned up, not yet having the energy to stand up.

Jake got to his feet, standing with a trace of pride in his stance. He nodded down at his hard cock. "I haven't gone down a bit. I think my little man wants another round. Here..." he said, reaching out to hoist Doug up to his feet. His greasy hands were again on the man's furry pregnant stomach. "I didn't go too hard on you sir, did I? I know you have to take it easy if you're pregnant."

Doug laughed. "You did good, kid. The best."

The two met in a kiss, slower this time, as Jake caressed Doug's meaty body. "Was I better than him?" Jake finally asked.

"Who?"

"The baby's daddy."

"That's not fair, Jake," Doug sighed.

"Come on, Mr K, I gotta know. It's OK, I can handle the truth. I want to learn how to be better."

The sincerity bowled Doug over. He shook his head no. "You're good, Jake, but no one does it like my son."

Jake's eyes lit up as that sunk in. "Damn! Marshall fucked you?"

"No, my other boy. Keith. He's away at college. He's a Breeder." Doug wasn't sure he should share, but something about Jake's admiration made him open up.

"You think he'd do me, too? After I go through the changes, I mean? You know, get me pregnant?" Jake's imagination was running wild now.

Doug smile, "I'm pretty sure he would. But," he added reaching down and grabbing Jake's still rigid boner, "there's a good chance you're gonna be a Breeder, Jake."

"You think so?"

"I've never seen anyone horned up like you before the changes, so hard to say. But yeah, it's a possibility."

"God, I'd be happy either way. It's all such a crazy turn on," he mused. "Mr. Kelly? You think we can go again? Right now?"

Doug knew he should say no. This kid was still in high school and it was getting late. But he'd forgotten how good it was to get laid and truth be told he was still horny. His dadprick poked up against his pregnant gut. "Let's take this one up to my room, Markham."

Jake smiled as Mr. Kelly took his hand and led him down the hall.

***

Up in his bedroom, Marshall Kelly sat at his bedroom desk in just a jockstrap, video chatting with his older brother.

"My baby doing well?" Keith asked, his voice now lower than when he left for college. Now 20, he looked and sounded like a full-grown adult male, definitely with the Kelly genes and good looks. He leaned back in his dorm room, wearing a University of Texas T-shirt and nothing from the waist down. His spread legs were dusted with dark brown hair and his thick breeder cock rose up firm and hard from a furry crotch.

"Yeah, big bro, a healthy baby boy. Doc thinks I may even deliver early." He patted his stomach to show off for Keith.

"I'll be down then for break. God I miss you baby bro. You and Dad both."

"We miss you too, Bro."

"You're really getting bigger Marshall. Pregging up nice and big with my kid."

Marshall smiled. "I didn't expect what it would be like carrying the extra weight."

"Pretty tough, huh?"

"Nah, it's OK. Besides, I get nasty spontaneous boners, now."

Keith chuckled. "I think you got those before."

"Maybe. They're more intense now. I think Dad gets them too. I see him chubbing up all the time now. Maybe it's the knowledge it's your kids inside us, bro."

"Damnit Marshall, I love the hell out of you."

Marshall slid off his jock and stood up so most of the screen was taken up with his pregnant belly and his hard teen cock. "See what you made brother? It's a beautiful thing. The boy's gonna be as handsome as you, I know it."

Keith's hand was now massaging his college-jock erection. The very sight made Marshall's hole almost ache he wanted it so bad. His economics teacher Mr. Kennedy had been fucking him after third period at school sometimes. But Marshall was just one of many bearers at his high school.

Just then Marshall heard noises. Muted but loud. Thumping and voices, plain as day. His father was getting fucked down the hall. Keith heard them too.

"You got someone in there with you, bro?" he teased.

Marshall laughed. "Dude... sounds like Dad's getting laid."

Keith smiled. "About time. I worry about the old man sometimes."

Marshall nodded. Since his father had gotten pregnant he hadn't dated anyone or even gotten any action to his knowledge. Now the sex noises were even louder. Grunts, cries, muffled sex talk. "I guess he's breaking his dry spell in a big way."

"Who's the lucky Breeder?" Keith stroked more openly, getting turned on by the memory of his father's ass.

Marshall laughed. "Don't know, bro. The neighbor's been around here some but he's not gone through the changes yet."

Keith cocked his eyebrow. "Feeling jealous?"

Marshall grinned. "Right now? Yeah, for sure. I need to get boned, bro. Bad." He reached over to his bed stand and pulled out a dildo. His favorite, it was just about Keith's size and width.

Keith grunted in lust as he watched his little bro take that fake cock and place at his tight entrance and slowly work it right in. "I thought Mr. Kennedy was nailing you."

"A couple times a week," Marshall replied. "You know that's not enough." He worked more of the dildo in his hole as he watched Keith jack off that beautiful brother cock. "What about you, bro? Matt been draining those breeder nuts of yours?"

For the last year, Keith Kelly had been dating a hot dude on the university's baseball team. Matt Peterson had never been to Cornell and hadn't gone through any changes. But he was gay and loved lifting his legs for Keith.

"He does his best," Keith answered with a smile. "If I could knock him up, it would be perfect." Cornell was still a military secret, but Keith hoped he could share his life as a father with Matt one day, maybe even bring him to Cornell.

"Damn," Marshall groaned, from his brother's words, and the feeling of the dildo pressing deep inside.

Keith felt his nuts churn at the sight. "Hot bro. You know what I'd do if I was there?"

"Fuck me?"

"That too, bro. But I'd love to jack a wad off all over you big gut, fertilize you from the outside as well as inside."

"Oh man, Keith, you find my belly hot?"

"Fuck yeah, bro. Looks good on you. And Dad, too."

Marshall stood in front of the camera and slowly swayed his hips so his big bump moved for his brother's gaze.

"Oh fuck, M, I'm gonna cum!" Keith announced and stood up so his sperm wad coated the webcam.

Marshall was close behind, jerking his erection to orgasm for his brother.

"Miss you big guy."

"Miss you too bro."

And they signed off.

***

It was well past dark before Jake walked in the front door. The lights were off except from the glow of the television, which was muted silent. Stan sat in a stretched white T-shirt and loose athletic shorts. "You missed dinner," his voice said simply, with an unmistakable tinge of quiet anger. He'd been waiting up for a good hour past his military-early bed time.

"Yeah, Dad, I'm sorry," Jake answered setting down his keys. Truth be told he was tired out from the sex and the long day and just wanted to go up to his room. "I'll just grab a bite from the fridge."

The command in his father's voice stopped him. "I didn't ask what you wanted to do, young man. I was reminding you that you missed dinner. I know things haven't been the same your mother passed, but I still expect my boys at the dinner table at 7 o'clock sharp. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Jake..."

"Sir?"

"You're grounded. Two weeks. I want you home right after school. No computer, no phone in the evening."

Jake felt a flash of indignant anger, then an emotional sting. Dan and A were the ones who got punished, not him. He'd always been the good kid, the one who followed the rules. "Yes, sir. I understand," he finally said meekly, a tear welling in his eye. "May I be excused, sir?"

"Yes, Jake, you may." Stan Markham was sorry it has to come down to this, but the last week his youngest boy had been acting different. Less respectful. Stan was realistic, he knew the teenage years were a time of pulsing hormones and mood swings. And he'd come to expect it with the twins, who he had to discipline on occasion.

But Jake, Jake was different. He was the one Stan could rely on. The boy had a slighter build than his brothers, preferring pickup games of soccer to organized sports and football, so Stan wasn't sure if his youngest was going to follow in his footsteps and go military. But he knew Jake could do what he put his mind to, and he knew that in many ways, his youngest boy was going to be the stand-up responsible one in the Markham family.

He shook his head sadly and turned off the TV. He had a long day tomorrow.