Cornell, TX

Stan and his son Daniel sat in the waiting room. Jake had wanted to come too, but the father insisted he go to school. He was going to insist that Daniel go, too, but he pulled his dad aside and said he had something really important to tell him.

"Can it wait?" Stan asked impatiently, walking a pained Aaron to the car.

"Don't think so, Dad. Just let me come. I want to be there for A, too."

His father relented and now he was glad Aaron's twin brother was there as they walked him into the doctor's. They'd felt reassured when the nurse said things would be all right. They'd seen this before.

Stan remembered Doug's counsel to go to Doc Harrison at the first sign of the changes, but this seemed more intense than Stan was expecting. Aaron was in real pain, with hard cramps in his belly. It tore him up to see his boy suffering like this, and he nervously worried his other boys might suffer, too.

As they sat there, waiting, Daniel spoke up. "Dad? Is A going through the changes? Is he going to be a Bearer?"

Stan leaned back and wiped the nervous sweat from his palms on his jeans. "Fraid so, Danny. Nurse seems to think it's normal."

The teen paused, then added. "I've gone through mine, Dad. A couple days ago."

Stan Markham looked at his boy in surprise. "Really? You went through all that?" gesturing toward the room where Aaron was seeing the doctor.

Daniel shook his head. "No, sir, mine wasn't painful, just an itch, I dunno Dad, a need..."

"You sure it's happened?"

"Yeah, Dad, pretty damn sure." He rarely swore around his father, but he was feeling more of an adult now, after his breeding session with Colonel Portis.

His father had a million questions for Daniel but was afraid to ask him. He was definitely feeling over his head in this town.

Daniel looked straight ahead, "Sorry I'm not gonna be able to carry on the Markham name, Dad," he said softly.

"Aw, Danny, it's not like that..." Stan started but was interrupted by the appearance of Dr. Aster, a middle-aged, handsome man wearing slacks, an oxford shirt and white coat. Behind him, Aaron appeared, a woozy expression on his face but looking better.

"Your boy's fine, Mr. Markham. I gave him something for the cramps, and within a day he should be feeling normal. He'll need to stay home today and rest up, of course."

"Yes, Doctor, thank you."

He looked at both the young men. "I take it you've given Aaron the birds and the bees talk? He's gonna be in major heat pretty soon."

"That part probably wasn't in my birds and the bees talk, Doc," Stan laughed nervously.

Daniel blushed, thinking about all that had transpired with him already. Doctor Aster noticed and looked back at Stan. "Your other boy doing OK?"

Stan sighed. "You might want to see him, too, Doctor. I think he's gone through the changes too."

"Daniel, sir," the twin introduced himself as he shook the doctor's hand and walked into his office. The door shut behind them.

"You OK, son?" Stan asked Aaron, clasping his arms affectionately around his boy.

"Yeah, Dad," Aaron said. "Sorry to scare you like that."

"I knew you were strong enough to handle it. You're a Markham, right?"

Aaron laughed at his Dad's weird optimism and felt a little better. "Yessir."

***

Aaron slept for much of the afternoon, while his Dad went to work and Daniel went to school. When he woke up, it was nearly 3 o'clock and he felt ravenously hungry. He went to the kitchen and fixed himself a sandwich, then made another. It was only when he was done that he realized he hadn't showered for the day. Stripping down his sweat pants, he made his way to the bathroom.

The water felt great spraying on his body, and Aaron enjoyed the sensual feel of soaping up his jock muscles. The problem was, when he got to his ass, his fingers dove deep into the asscrack and felt really good. Immediately his dick popped into a hard bone. Cautiously, Aaron dug a little deeper with his digit and saw his cock respond with a hard thwack. He tried to twist more inside him, but there was a limit to how deep he could get. Finally he withdrew his finger, turned off the water and leaned his head against the shower tile. "Fuck!" he cried, in frustration.

His ass felt hungry, empty even, and what was worse, he started thinking about what it would be like to be pregnant. To have some man shove his hard cock inside him and plant some potent seed in his now fertile belly. He hated himself for thinking these thoughts, but they came to him with increasing intensity. It was wrong, he thought, as his hands traveled down his rock hard abs. He'd lose this flat stomach as it grew slowly at first, then finally as big as Mr. Kelly, then as big and round as Coach Stockton or that MP they saw on their first night there. It made Aaron sick just thinking about it but the idea quickly morphed into an instant, intense fantasy.

Maybe he could make that fantasy reality, he thought as he stepped out and dried his body with a big towel, taking time to rub his asscleft and tender hole. Dr. Aster had told him that he's a Bearer, too, so was out. The Kellys next door were both knocked up and in any case weren't at home. His football coach Ted Stockton was now seven months pregnant. Aaron racked his brain to think of a suitable man to impregnate him, all the while jacking his cock and feeling the precum drip down.

Then he remembered. Coach Grant had fucked his buddy Eric. Maybe he'd do Aaron as well. Excitedly, Aaron slipped on some clothes and texted his twin brother "U able to give me a ride after school bro?"

"Sure thing. U feeling better?"

"Yeah. Only the changes are really kicking in." He deleted the text before sending, ashamed to admit anything to his brother. Only he then retyped it and pressed send before he could stop himself.

Daniel sat in his sixth period class texting his brother. He knew exactly what A meant. That horny, I want to get fucked now feeling. He'd been feeling it, too, again, now that it had been a couple of days since his pairing with the Colonel. So, yeah, he'd help his brother out however he could. Drive him where he had to go. Daniel felt bad and knew he could get in trouble sneaking behind Dad's back like this. After all, A was supposed to spend the day at home. But he also knew his Dad shouldn't know about everything going on with him and his twin sexually.

***

The car pulled up a little after 3:30 and Aaron bounded out, shirtless and wearing just an old pair of workout shorts. A sheepish and somewhat pained look on his face.

"Where we going A?" Daniel asked as his brother climbed into the passenger side.

"Coach Grant's house." Thankfully baseball season was over and there was at least a chance the baseball coach would be coming home after school. Aaron gave directions and they were off to the Grant house.

"Want me to come with you, A?" Daniel asked as he put the car in park. He wasn't sure if he had ulterior motive, since he knew Coach Grant was a muscular stud at age 32. Medium-tall, dirty blond hair, always had a five o clock shadow.

"You mind, Dan?" he asked, nervous now.

"Trust me bro, you'll love it," Daniel said reading his brother's mind.

"You gonna tell me about your first?" Aaron said as they walked up to the front door.

"Later, bro," he said. "Time to see if Coach G is home," he said and pressed the doorbell.

Bob Grant was a little surprised to see the Markham twins at his front door, so soon after school was out. He'd not even had time to change out of his button down and khakis from teaching. But the sight before him was one for sore eyes. It had been a long week without a good lay, since he'd done that Smith boy. And the way Aaron Markham stood there, wearing only a flimsy pair of shorts, his hard prick poking up in them, the coach had a good idea what they were there for.

"Gentlemen, come in. Anything I can help you with?" he asked in as professional and teacherly a tone as he could muster.

Daniel spoke up. "My brother's going through his changes today. He thought that maybe if we came over, you'd..." he trailed off, now nervous in front of this authority figure.

"Eric told me you did him," Aaron chimed in, now feeling hornier. "I don't know what kind of guys you go for, Coach, but well..." He pushed his shorts down and let Coach see his teen boner before turning around and showing off his jock ass. Leaning forward, he parted his muscular ass cheeks, revealing his twitching pucker. Horniness was definitely winning out over any reservations he had. "Whaddya think Coach?"

"Looks pretty nice, Markham." Coach turned to Daniel. "You here for moral support?"

"Pretty much. Only," he wasn't sure he should say this. "I, um, went through the changes a couple of days ago. Got broken in then."

"Damn," Coach said, unbuttoning his shirt buttons and kicking off his shoes. "Twins."

Aaron and Daniel smiled nervously. They'd never thought of their twin-ness in a sexual way, but the fact it turned this stud top on made them happy. Daniel put his arm around his brother's nude shoulder. "You want us both, Coach? At the same time? As long as you show my bro A here a good first time..." Aaron's body shook excitedly at his brother's touch, the feel of Daniel's arm along his bare shoulder. And now Danny's fingers were tracing along A's exposed nipple. Fuck!

Coach gave a lusty scowl and stepped up to the two men.

"God, I hit the fucking jackpot. Come on guys let's take this to the bedroom."

They'd barely walked into Grant's bedroom when Aaron walked up impatiently and wrapped around his arms around the Coach, drawing the burly man into his grip and initiating a heavy kiss. Coach practically laughed at how fucking eager Aaron was, this surly teen who a couple days earlier had walked the halls of Cornell High with a cocky scowl on his face. Now, well, now, the teen's hands were pawing at Bob's hard cock through his khakis.

"Woo boy, you're a live one, all right," he teased as he broke the kiss. Then looking over at Daniel and saw the brother looking forward in a combination of shyness and lust. "What about you? You as good a Bearer as your brother here?"

"Yessir," Daniel answered deferentially and stepped up to the coach. His lips met the man's. The gruff coach's lips were surprisingly soft against the teen jock's. It was still new to him, man-to-man kissing, French kissing, but it felt thrilling as the Breeder's tongue entered his mouth in a domineering fashion, pushing in and exploring the insides of his oral cavity. He didn't have Colonel Portis's experience or technique but his tongue was nice and thick and filled Daniel's mouth. And the Coach's hands on his shorts, pulling them down, now feeling his cock. Or maybe those were A's hands, his own brother's. Oh fuck! He moaned excitedly into Coach Grant's mouth as his sex drive really kicked in.

When the man stepped back, Daniel couldn't help it. He turned his head to the left, matched in synch with his brother's and their noses turned to the opposite sides and their lips joined. It was wicked and nasty but here he and A were kissing, really kissing.

"Damn, I'm sorry Dan," Aaron moaned as they stopped their kiss, feeling freaked out but also majorly turned on. "I couldn't help it."

"It's OK, A. I wanted it too. Felt awesome."

"Yeah?" A wave of lust welled up inside him again, like a huge wave. Impelling him forward toward Daniel. Their mouths met again, slower this time in their kiss, more loving. Tongue tracing tongue, brother connecting to brother.

"Damn," Aaron finally said.

Daniel felt butterflies in his stomach. This was every bit as hot as his own deflowering. Or hot in a different way. He turned to look at the 30-something coach, who had already kicked off his pants and shed his underwear. On display was a beautiful, thick 8 incher of a cock, leaking like mad. "You gonna make his first time great, Coach?" Daniel asked.

He grabbed his cock and shook it in a lewd display. "You bet. And I can guarantee I'm gonna put a baby in him, too. Never met a virgin so ready for it."

Daniel thought his brother would be nervous, like he was with Colonel Portis. In fact, he half expected a wise-crack from his cynic brother. Instead Aaron was quickly pushing down his shorts and turning around to back his body up against the Coach.

"You really gonna impregnate me, Coach G?" the twin jock asked while undulating his muscular young body against the Coach's older, burlier, and hairier build. "Give me something to remember from my first time?"

Bob Grant wrapped his arms possessively around Aaron's taller but younger frame, nibbling playfully at the teen's ear. "That what you came over for, isn't it Hot Stuff? Some of my sperm deep in your man womb. Came over to be my bitch for the day, didn't you?"

Aaron's already erect and aching cock pounded excitedly as Grant trash talked him and thrust that large cock against this itching crack. Gawd, he wanted that Breeder cock inside him bad. He could almost smell the potent sperm in the man's precum. Or maybe that was his imagination.

"Daniel," Coach instructed, "Go fetch the lube. There's a big tube inside the night stand."

Daniel practically jumped to the task, impatient to see the deed done. It didn't take him long to find the industrial sized tube of lubricant. The Markham teen shook nervously as he picked it up, reflecting on how many guys Coach G fucked.

When he looked up, Coach and A were already making out good and heavy, and Coach was walking Daniel's brother back onto the bed. Coach's hands were all over the running back's perfect bod, but his lust was outdone by the bottom's hungry writhing against Grant's domineering form, gripping the man's broad back in his hands and wrapping his legs around the man's waist.

"Damn, you're not even gonna need foreplay," Bob growled. "Kid," he instructed Daniel, "toss me the lube. Unless you want to grease me up yourself."

Daniel felt a shiver as he scooted on the mattress while Coach leaned back. His hands shook as he poured the liquid over the man's large cock, and carefully he closed his quarterback hands around the rod to rub the lubricant evenly over the steely length.

"God, you got a nice cock, Coach," Daniel said.

"Good enough to take your brother's cherry?" Grant leered.

"Yessir, it's almost as big as Colonel Portis's... definitely a little longer."

"Ha," Grant muttered. "Portis took your cherry?"

"Yessir. Pretty sure he knocked me up, too." He felt embarrassed saying this aloud, but Aaron was looking up at him, not in disapproval but in pure lust. Daniel felt the cock twitch in his hand and forced himself to withdraw his hand before Coach came from the caresses. "How many kids has this cock fathered, Sir?"

Coach Grant stopped a minute to think. "Dunno. At least thirty." He felt a real sense of power over these perfect Markham twins.

But he didn't have too long to savor that feeling, cause Aaron lurched up and jumped him. Unable to wait, the teen in heat spun around and started backing himself up against the large, potent phallus. Stuffing it inside himself.

"Oh yeah," Aaron moaned as eight inches of fat coach coach pushed deeper inside and his virginity disappeared.

Coach Grant was too turned on now to take it easy. Immediately he started vigorous, deep thrusts inside the young fertile man, driving both men wild in the process. "Goddamnit you little horndog of a bitch," he growl, pounding furiously into the football player that he held tightly in his arms.

Aaron felt indescribable waves of pleasure coursing through his body. The fucker's rigid bone battered his inner gland, making it quiver and vibrate in ecstasy. What had started out as meeting a deep need had crossed into something else. Active pleasure in getting fucked, in being dominated. The familiar sensation of orgasm was building, only it wasn't from his cock but from inside, deep inside his guts.

What pushed him over the edge was Daniel. His brother came around and stood in front of him, a concerned but happy expression as he watched his twin get fucked. Their faces edged closer and their mouths clutched. Daniel's tongue entered his brother's hungry mouth. Aaron lost it, spraying Daniel's nude body with his jizz, as the most intense orgasm made him light headed to the point of nearly passing out.

When he came to, Daniel was looking into his eyes, all smiles. "You did it, bro. I'm pretty sure you're pregnant now."

"Yeah?" A smiled, feeling a surprising happiness at the changes of his body. He hadn't even been aware of Coach ejaculating but now that the hard Breeder cock was withdrawing he now felt the wetness of sperm at his violated loosened hole.

"Alright, stud," Grant spoke to Daniel as he stepped back, cock still rock hard and dripping in the aftershocks of orgasm. "Your turn."

***

Stan Markham was still in uniform as he and a few other Army buddies from the base crowded around a table for happy hour. They were out celebrating Sgt. Patterson's news of a new pregnancy, his third. Of course Patterson and Corporal Wilson, now four months along in his term, were sipping soda while the other three were enjoying a beer.

Stan enjoyed times like this. Now that two of his boys had undergone the changes and were now clearly Bearers, it felt reassuring to see regular guys, masculine Army men, who were in the same boat. Proud and relaxed in their bodies and their pregnancies. It was a different vibe in Cornell, all right, as if all the townsmen knew their special mission was to procreate as much as possible, for the country, for the human race. Any traditional hangups were out the window. Stan still harbored some of those hangups but it felt liberating to be shedding them. Particularly because he wanted his boys to lead a happy, well-adjusted life.

Still, something ate at him as he sat there. Stan had undergone his changes three days ago. He hadn't told a soul. Not his sons, not his coworkers, not Dr. Aster. It took every bit of his army-conditioned willpower, but he kept his crazy horniness in check. When the urge got too great, he'd lock himself in his bedroom and pull out a dildo to stimulate himself to orgasm.

Those orgasms were getting more intense, his ejaculations fuller and thicker. And they'd provide temporary relief but a couple hours later that itch would come back, stronger than before.

Stan just hoped he could make it through this happy hour. The feeling were coming on strong and heavy now, and it didn't help at the next table was a group of thirty-something businessmen having after work drinks. One of them, an attractive, tall brown haired man, kept looking over Stan's way, making heavy eye contact. Stan tried not to look back but he couldn't help but look over from time to time, furtively returning the man's stares.

He felt a nudge at his shoulder. "Go get 'em Tiger." It was Corporal Greg Wilson. "He's a real good fuck."

Stan felt embarrassed, "That's not what I'm..."

Greg interrupted. "You don't have to pretend Markham. I can tell. You're in heat and you want to get laid. Adams is the best, I tell ya. Real potent seed, too."

Stan was starting to let his guard down. After all, his body was really craving this. He took another sip to help relax. "Is he the father of yours Corporal?"

Greg patted his belly, which was just starting to show. "Nah, this one's Keith Kelly's." A serene look of Bearer happiness was on Greg's face, but the very mention of his name sent a shudder through Stan's body. He'd not met Doug's other son, but the idea he was living next door to a Breeder made him apprehensive. Could he trust himself once Doug's boy came home from college?

"But Matt Adams fathered Patterson's," Cpl. Wilson added. "His previous one, too."

Just then Stan watched as Matt Adams got up from his table and walked over with a cocky stride. Barely breaking his stare at Stan he walked over behind Sam Patterson and place his hands on the 20-something Army man's shoulders, squeezing the muscle through the uniform. "How's the baby doing, Sergeant?" he asked.

"Hiya Matt," Sgt. Patterson beamed as he looked up at his baby daddy. "Doing good. Went to a check up with Doc Aster today. He says everything's perfect."

Matt had that proud papa look and ruffled Sam's hair. "You're the best, Sergeant. Say, mind if I join you guys? This round is on me. To celebrate the next Adams kid."

Matt went to order a new round, and when he came back he pulled up an extra chair between Stan and Specialist Juan Cortez rather than next to Sam.

"So Matt," Drew Price asked. "How many does this make?"

Matt made a play show of counting with his fingers before smirking. "67. I hope to father a few more before the month's out, been feeling real my oats lately."

Just then Stan felt it. Matt's hand on the small of his back, gently traveling up his spine to rub the trap muscle, the back down again. It boned up him instantly in his tan uniform trousers and he felt himself leaking like mad into his packed crotch.

If Matt was aware of his effect he wasn't letting on. His eye contact flitted back between all the men, from Sam to his Army buddies. Stan noticed an odd expression on Juan's face and knew immediately that Matt was touching him suggestively, too.

Stan shook his head at how much a player Matt Adams was. He'd raised his boys not to act like this douchebag, he just hoped that the twins and Jake had enough of a head on their shoulders to keep their values, even in a town as topsyturvy as Cornell.

Still, the man's hand was feeling real good, as it now felt along the top of Stan's beefy ass. It was sending pulsing vibrations through his crotch and throughout his body. It made it worse that the man was now engrossed in conversation with Cortez, while Sam and Drew were having their own conversation across the table now.

"So," Corporal Wilson leaned over and whispered conspiratorially. "Whaddya think Markham? Hot isn't he?"

"Yeah," Stan croaked, "I don't think I could respect myself tomorrow if I did it, though."

"Bud," Wilson said, "Tomorrow you're not gonna be worrying any more."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he replied, a little indignant.

Greg shrugged. "Hard to explain. Just that it's more of a relief to get it over with. You'll be glad, I promise."

Stan wasn't sure, but when Matt said he had to get home, Stan announced he had to leave, too. He noticed Cortez chiming in, too, and he felt real nervous about where this was going. They settled up and walked toward the parking lot. As if by magnetic attraction, Juan and Stan found it hard to part from Matt.

Adams grinned as he twirled his car keys. "What do you fellas think about coming over to my place?" Casual, matter of fact. Juan heartily agreed while Stan nodded along. Matt gave them directions and they were soon driving over.

As Juan and Stan approached Matt's sidewalk from their street-side parking, Juan bumped his arm against his Army buddy. "Pretty wild, huh? I've never had a threesome before."

Stan blushed red. "I think you guys may have the wrong idea. Maybe I should get home."

"Ah lighten up, Stan. It'll be fun. I hear Adams is wild in the sack."

Juan's words added to Stan's internal hunger, the one that came in ebbs and flows, each wave stronger than the last. They were battering down the walls of his willpower now and he knew this was gonna happen.

Stan's heart pounded as he stood in Matt's living room in front of the man as he eyed Stan's uniformed body up and down, before turning his gaze to Juan's more compact barrel-chested build, and back again.

"Today's my lucky day," he said, pulling out his shirt tails from his slacks. "Didn't think I'd score so well at happy hour." Then, with a leer, "God, Army guys are so hot." He stepped up to Juan and drew his face to a kiss. The 24 year old specialist melted into the embrace and let Adams' tongue take charge.

Stan stood back, immobilized as he watched his inferior make out with Adams. Then Matt turned his attention to Stan. "What about this army Daddy? Feeling left out?"

Stan could barely nod before Matt's mouth was on his, probing, kissing his mouth. His first man-to-man kiss and the officer felt lightheaded it felt so good, so right. Especially now that Matt's deft fingers were undoing his uniform shirt buttons. "Yeah, I'd say Daddy was feeling pretty left out," he growled.

Stan half wished Matt wouldn't talk like that, call him Daddy. It felt wrong. But the other half of him relished the nastiness. As Matt's hands worked beneath his shirt and up his sides he blurted out, "I, I just went through the changes."

Matt paused, and leaned back, looking into Stan's eyes. "Virgin?"

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

Matt laughed. "Fuck no," and sealed his mouth on Stan's. They made out, until Matt realized he was neglecting his other guest. "Come here, stud," he growled, pulling Juan into their three-way embrace. 

Two men were undressing Stan now, in a tacit preparation for him to lose his cherry, to be initiated. He and Juan made out with soft soulful kisses, while Matt when to fetch some lubricant. And when he got back and started applying the slick liquid to Stan's hungry hole, Juan dropped to the floor and started sucking Matt's hard, long cock, getting it primed and ready.

Matt finally nudged Cortez off his bone. "You mind if he goes first? I think Daddy here needs it pretty bad."

"Sure," Juan said, excited to see this officer about to get reamed and good. He stood up and stood before Stan. "You doing OK?" he asked Stan as Matt got behind the middle-aged DILF and started feeding a really long cock into his hole.

Stan Markham hissed excitedly. "Oh yeah." He hadn't been sure what to expect but pure pleasure was not in the scenarios that had played out in his mind. Lustily he ran his hands up and down Juan's nude body, wondering if the firm young muscle was what his boys were gonna look like in a few years, after college. Manly, but young.

Pretty soon Stan wasn't able to think about anything but the pleasure of businessman cock in him. Adams punched in deeper, pushing all the way in, and Stan's cock spurted its first load, all over Juan. It turned the specialist on big time to see the office have his first anal orgasm and he met Stan in a deep kiss, while the older man shook in a full body O.

Matt laughed. "Army Daddy was ready all right. He's more for ya, Old Man," he growled and gave a rough thrust in. Then another. Stan held on tight to Juan's biceps, steading his body as he got pummeled from behind. This was harder than any fuck he'd ever given a woman, harder than any he'd seen other than a porno film, but it felt right at that moment, pushing all the resisting thoughts from his brain.

"Fuck meeee," He growled. His cock dribbled against Juan's. Loud smacks filled the room, and Stan's nuts ached from the continual stimulation.

All of a sudden, Matt withdrew and stepped back. "All right Daddy, time to get you in breeding position. On the floor, ass up."

Stan felt dazed but Cortez helped him get on the floor in a prostrate position. Matt scooted in between his legs. "Toss me a pillow," he ordered Juan as he pulled up Stan's hips. The officer started to get on all fours, but Matt's hand guided his face and chest down, flat to the carpet as he stuffed the pillow to prop up Stan's hips.

"Ugh," he grunted at reentry. Matt's cock felt bigger, longer now. Fully rigid and ready to breed.

"Oh yeah, that's it. Gonna seed those man-ovaries of yours Army Daddy. Get ready to make baby number 68. The last three were girls, so I'm pretty sure I'm due for a boy now." His cock was pounding in, with long deep strokes.

"Oh God," Stan moaned. "Knock me up, man, put that baby in me." He was losing control, letting his inner psyche free. "I'll give you that baby boy, make a son for you."

"That's right, Daddy. You don't have a choice. My big Breeder cock is about to shoot off big time in ya. Haven't failed to knock a guy up yet," Matt boasted, feeding off his powerful breed-need.

"Unff," Stan cried as he started orgasming into the pillow and muffling his orgasmic scream in the carpet.

"BOOM, that's what I'm talking about!" Matt yelled, pistoning his spurting prick into the older man. He grunted as spurts of his hot semen pumped into the DILF. "Fucking seeding you good, Army Daddy." He gradually slowed down his thrusts and caught his breath but held his dribbling cock inside Stan's now relaxed ass to let the remnants trickle their way inside. "Fuck, what a rush!" he finally said as he withdrew his still erect penis and slapped Stan's hairy butt. "You next?" he asked Juan. "I'm afraid Daddy here got my best seed, but we'll see what we can do."

Juan leapt up, horny from watching the coupling and wrapped his arms around Matt, pulling the top down to the floor and spreading his legs around Matt's waist.

At the two men made out and Juan's excited groans turned to the grunts of anal penetration, Stan was coming to, and rolling onto his back for a resting position. So this is what breeding was all about. Corporal Wilson was right, it felt like one incredible relief. Stan pulled his legs up and put them on the couch, stuffing the pillow beneath his ass to keep Matt's copious load inside him. Not that there was any doubt: Stan Markham was surely pregnant with his first child.