Cornell, TX

Daniel Markham peeled down his boxer briefs, letting his erect prick slap up against his full belly as he watched his twin brother recline back on the bed.

"Damn, Danny," Aaron said reaching down between his spread legs and running his long finger along his tender, horny hole. "You're looking more and more like a lineman every day, all chunked up with your pregnancy weight."

Daniel smiled and swayed his hips playfully, letting his 7 month belly swing back and forth as he stepped toward the bed. "It's not like yours, bro," he said, carefully crawling up onto the bed. "Yours is like a perfect beach ball."

His hands touched Aaron's pregnant stomach as the two brothers met in a soft kiss. They grunted into each others' mouth, conveying passion and love and the silent communication of two men at the same part of their pregnancy cycle at the same time.

They'd been popular, real popular in Cornell, Texas. Two twins, athletes, in the prime of their young manhood. All the breeders in town wanted to do them, as a pair or separately. And the young men ate up the attention, getting off on the way their bro-on-bro act turned the town's best tops on.

But it was nice to have a little time to themselves, like tonight. To connect on their own. They told each other it was to practice for one of their twin-sex displays, but they got off on it, too.

"Wow, you're an amazing kisser, A..." Daniel said, his hands traveling up to tease his brother's nips, which felt fleshier and fuller in between his fingers. How much longer before they'd start producing milk?

"Yeah?" Aaron muttered before meeting his brother for another liplock.

Finally Daniel pulled back. "I'm gonna see if the general will name my son after you. Aaron Portis."

Aaron got an excited look on his face and scrambled down the best he could. Getting between his brother's spread legs and licking the bearer gash, zeroing in on the teen's jock pucker. It wasn't a top's rim job, assertive in any way, but a slow, tender asslicking.

"I wish mine was gonna be a boy." He'd gotten back the sonogram and while he was thrilled he'd be giving Coach Grant a baby girl, he wanted so bad to return the favor and name his first son after Danny. Maybe next time...

Daniel ruffled Aaron's hair affectionately then got a serious look on his face. "A... I got something to ask but I don't want you to think I'm crazy or messed up."

"Dude. Danny..." Aaron said in a tone that told Daniel he was pissed his brother would even think such a thing.

"I mean," Daniel started. "You think Jake's hot?" He felt embarrassed articulating that out loud, but he'd been thinking it for some time.

Aaron laughed as he stretched out to recline next to Daniel. "You kidding? Little bro's a stud. He's got, what, thirty dudes pregnant already? And those are only the ones we know about."

Daniel nodded, relieved he wasn't the only one who'd been thinking incestuous thoughts about Jake. "And he's gotten even hotter since he's started working out." The twins had shown their brother around the weight room and Jake's body already was responding real quick, putting on ten pounds of muscle in four months.

"I'd love to have little bro fuck me, Danny. What about you?"

"God yeah." The brothers kissed. "I think he only goes for older dudes, though."

"Well there's John Portis. And Zach Delahunt. But yeah, I see what you mean. He's practically moved in with Mr. Kelly."

The two brothers were stroking their hard cocks openly now, alternating their talk with loving kisses that become more urgent as their pleasure rose.

"Danny... you still planning to go to State next year. You know, play ball?"

Daniel nodded. "Hell yeah. Aren't you?" Keith Kelly had boned him when he was last home and he thought it would be cool to spend more time with the upperclassman.

Aaron shook his head. "I've thought about staying here." His breath was getting shorter now as he stroked off. "There's this guy. Mitch McPherson."

Daniel knew exactly who Aaron was talking about. A strong 26 year old, 5'11" construction worker who was one of the more prolific Breeders in town. "Yeah?"

"He wants to breed me, Danny," Aaron exhaled as his load began ejaculating over his distended belly. "Christ," he sighed. Coming down from his orgasm he reached over and grabbed Daniel's balls to stimulate him. "I want him to. I mean, have you seen his crotch?"

"Yeah," Daniel admitted. "The dude's got some giant balls stuffed into those jeans."

"They're even more magnificent to touch. Dude makes me see stars whenever he fucks me." Aaron's teen prick remained hard and dripping, poking out from his belly.

"That's like all your tops, A," Danny laughed, and Aaron laughed along, too.

Then Aaron got serious. "You know, Mitch is always saying I'm a perfect bearer." His broad hands rand along his cum-covered belly, rubbing in the fresh semen into his smooth skin. "Says he wants to have a bunch of kids with me." He turned to look at his brother. "And I wanna, Danny. Is that fucked up? I'd totally love to have ten, fifteen, twenty kids with that stud."

Daniel gave his brother a reassuring kiss. "I think that's awesome stud. It's rare to find a breeder who wants to stick with one guy."

"If he's on the level," Aaron reflected, tossing his head back like a frustrated teenage girl. "Even if he's not, though, I'd want it. Want Mitch McPherson's sperm."

****

"Is that all, sir?"

Stan Markham had been helping the General with the project. Though he was a noncommissioned officer, the Colonel took a shine to him and had handpicked him to help with a confidential report to the government about progress in Cornell. Part of it was that Stan was a hard worker, serious and trustworthy, part of it was the bond of Daniel carrying the next Portis kid, and part of it was the respect he had for Jake Markham. Having a Breeder in the family raised one's status in Cornell.

Portis stood up from his desk and walked around. "Just a question, Markham. How you doing? I mean, personally?"

Stan was circumspect. "Personally, sir? Doing OK. I mean, I just went to Doc Harrison and my baby's healthy as can be," he said patting his big stomach, which was straining the new Army uniform shirt he just got fitted into three weeks ago. He had to unbutton one of the buttons and the shirt peeled apart to show the undershirt beneath. "And my boys are all happy. Especially Jake. You know how Breeders are, sir..." He gave a laugh, and Portis chuckled knowingly, too.

"I know your boys are having a grand time here in Cornell. But what about you? I'm asking man to man."

The Major paused and decided to be frank. "I'm lonely, sir. I don't know, when you're my age, you get some attention, but not like the young guys."

Portis loved young men. Lithe, hot studs in their prime of entering manhood. It's why his boys were getting hard daddy fucks every night. But at that moment he was feeding off his junior officer's desire. Stan Markham was a good looking man, no doubt. Fighting fit, still had some of his boyishly handsome looks, the dirty blond hair kept regulation tight. The general's hands started rubbing the man's belly and undoing the buttons.

"You're gonna be my stress release while we're on this project," he said matter of factly while planting a kiss on Stan.

"Yes, sir," Stan mumbled through the oral assault.

They made out, and Stan's body responded in heat. Not quite his initial post-change fertile heat, but something more purely sexual. A desire to connect with another man. A desire to feel a hard dick inside him. Like a key in a lock.

Within a half minute the Colonel had maneuvered the officer daddy around and shucked down the tan uniform trousers. Revealing a magnificent pair of muscular buns covered in blond fur. Portis hawked his spit and let it drool onto his oversized tool. Then pushed inside, battering his way past the elastic ring of Stan's puck. Soon, with a steady pace he was thrusting with nice hard strokes inside the welcome Bearer rectum.

Stan grunted excitedly with each inward thrust. "Oh God, you feel good, sir. Big long dick in me."

"That's what you need, Major." His commanding hands caressing the junior officer's belly, comparing it in his mind to Daniel and Aaron Markham's pregnant bellies.

"Yes, sir." Stan leaned forward to a more accommodating posture and spread he legs further.

"You're too uptight Markham," Portis growled as he slammed his cock inside the handsome Army officer. "Never sticking up for what you really want."

"Yes sir," Stan agreed meekly.

"What do you want, Markham?"

"I want dick sir!" Stan barked in military-compliant reply. "Big hard dick pounding my tight Army hole!"

It was like the floodgates were open. Portis was bringing it out of him. All the desires he'd had these past months, all the changes his body had undergone. As he braced himself against Portis's mahogany desk with his strong arms, Stan growled excitedly.

Portis grinned at Stan's change. "Fuck, yeah, Markham, that's what I'm talking about!"

Encouraged, Stan continued. "I want to be a bitch for Breeder cock." Then a thought, deep repressed, came bubbling up and Stan couldn't stop it. "Even my boy. Jake. My boy's big Breeder cock."

"Fuck!" Portis growled, turned on by Stan's admission of incestuous desire. It wasn't new to him, given the fact that both of his sons were sleeping nightly in their father's bed. But hearing the words from strait-laced by-the-books Stan Markham made the idea sound nastier.

"I want Jake's big hard son cock violating my daddy hole," Stan huffed, getting carried away. "I got me a Breeder son, General. Least I can do for him is be a tight hole for him to get off in. Maybe make some..."

Stan couldn't finish his thought before orgasm wracked his body. Made him pass out even, so he wasn't conscious when Colonel Portis nutted inside his snug bowels.

****

Jake Markham was having lunch with his new best friend, Steve Preston. The freshman Breeder had a big smirk on his face. He'd been telling Jake about his previous night's fuck.

"Easiest money in the world, right?"

Jake nodded. "How much he pay you?"

"Five hundred," Steve boasted, still unbelieving that dudes would give him money to fuck them. But he and Jake were the rare Breeders who had a real thing for the older Bearers, so they were in demand.

Jake smiled in sympathy. "Cool. That's what I get. Plus a big tip when the pregnancy test comes out positive."

"How much business you pulling in, Markham?" Steve had gone through the changes only recently and looked up to his best friend as a mentor of sorts.

"Up to four hired breeds a week now. Though I did six last week." Jake and his father had a real big argument after the first guy showed up for his session, offering to pay Jake for his stud services. It was the only time he disobeyed his dad, and part of him felt low for that, but deep down he knew this was right. A win-win for Breeder and Bearer. Besides, he had to do his bit for the population. He'd been putting the money away in a savings account, every penny of it.

"Dude, I bet. You're a legend. Only guy in Cornell to knock up a Bearer before going through the changes."

"You're pretty legendary, too, Preston. You went through your changes about a year before anyone else." The freshman still looked young, but his cock and testicles were full Breeder sized.

Steve ate up the complement. "You know, you should have seen that Daddy I fucked last night. Big beefy stud, gray up top, dark hairy chest. I told him I wouldn't breed him unless he let me shave him down."

"Fuck...." Jake exclaimed in appreciation. The idea had never occurred to him but it sounded real hot just then. "Who was he?"

"You know I never remember their names, Markham," Steve sneered. He was definitely a dump-and-go kind of guy. "Shorter guy, muscle Dad, almost stocky. It took me a half hour to shave all that fur off, and by the time we got down to business it took me like fifteen seconds to come in him."

"I wonder if Doug would let me shave him," Jake thought aloud, trying to decide if he's prefer Mr. Kelly with or without that soft chest hair.

Steve laughed. "Dude, you could tell that guy to jump and he'd ask how high. He's crazy about you, man."

Steve often kidded Jake for his romantic streak and the long-term situation he had with his older neighbor. Jake couldn't help it, that's how he was wired. Even when fucking guys in a one-time breed or for some stress relief, he was a caring lover. But maybe he could take a lesson from Steve and embrace his more dominant side. Mr. K seemed to like when he was aggressive in bed...

Steve continued his banter. "Maybe while you're shacked up with Mr. K, I can come over and fuck your dad."

Jake's face turned red and his brow furrowed. He gave Steve a harsh push. "Asshole!"

"What?" Steve objected, surprised at Jake's outburst. His friend was usually so laid back. "Your dad's smoking hot."

That made Jake madder. "I'm serious Steve, you lay a finger on my dad and I'll kick your ass." His nostrils were practically flaring now.

Steve held his hands up in surrender. "All right, all right." He crossed his heart and held his entwined fingers up in an oath. "You got my word buddy." Then, adding, "You boning your dad?"

The tension was draining from Jake now that the confrontation had been resolved. "No. I just want to make sure he doesn't end up with a player. Any guy who does my dad is gonna know his name and treat him with respect. Or he's gonna have to answer to me."

Steve shook his head in disbelief. Jake Markham was one hell of a silly romantic. Still, deep down Steve understood the possessiveness. He was starting to feel that way about a certain 50 year old cop on the local force, Sgt. Kerrigan.

Yeah, Ed Kerrigan, he thought in a vivid mental picture. 5'11" strapping piece of daddy beef, twinkling blue eyes, mischievous smile, salt and pepper hair gone completely gray at the temples. The very idea had Steve's cock at full erection.

"Fuck, I'm horny, man."

Jake leaned back and spread his legs. His prick formed a noticeable rod in his jeans. "Tell me about it. All this talk of fucking."

In perfect timing, Principal Connors approached the table. "You boys staying out of trouble?" The high school principal was a man everyone liked, from students to the other men in town. An affable guy with a big appetite for cock, his latest pregnancy was just starting to show against the otherwise well-fitting dress shirt.

"Wow, Mr. C," Steve said, "You certainly have a nose for teen bone, huh?" The young teen gripped the boner in his loose pants and waved it lewdly on display for the authority figure.

The principal was caught off guard and blushed, but could resist looking down at Steve Preston's excited crotch. And over to Jake Markham's.

Jake was raised to be respectful at all times and he did his best to live up to the way he was taught. But Steve brought out his more daring side. It was like the two Breeder buddies egged each other on. Jake decided to out-do Steve's cockiness and he shifted his chair and undid his jeans, letting his large prick poke out, already dripping with thick pearly white precum.

Steve gave out an appreciative "yeah" at seeing his buddy's naughty side come out.

Connors gulped as he watched that amazing Breeder cock appear on display, now even bigger that Jake was tucking his jeans below his full lemon-sized testicles. What was it? Ten, eleven thick inches? The 40-year-old man could smell the virile seed even from several feet away. "Jake, I don't...," he stammered, unable to complete his thought.

Especially now that the Preston kid was impishly following suit, displaying an equally rigid and wet cock in full view of the cafeteria. The other boys were gradually aware that something was going on and were directing their eyes over to the Breeders. This was against school rules, and grounds for suspension. But everyone had a good idea that Jake and Steve weren't going to be punished. Particularly when Principal Connors loosened his tie and carefully knelt down on the linoleum floor. He swallowed Jake's big cock first.

"Fuck his mouth, Jake!" Steve grunted, starting a slow stroke on his dripping rod. His buddy complied, thrusting his hips up so that more of that hard Markham meat wedged into the older man's throat. He loved showing off for his buddy, proving he could be a rough fucker in addition to a romantic cuddler of a Breeder. His glutes contracted with regular pulses shoving dick deeper and deeper. Mr. Connors' face was turning red, showing off the thinning hair and patrician nose, and the sight was all Jake could take before a deep rumbling orgasm hit the teen, sending waves of fresh potent jizz down the man's throat, as he body tensed and relaxed in succession.

"Goddamn, Mr. C," he sighed with a smile as the spermy, slimy cock plopped out of his principal's mouth.

Steve was patiently waiting his turn but just barely. As Connor turned to him, Steve reached down and started undoing his shirt buttons. "Come on, Mr. C, I wanna fuck those titties of yours." He'd been eyeing the way the man's full muscular chest was starting to fill out further with his pregnancy weight. The young Preston wanted to feel those perfect daddy tits against his aching cock.

The principal looked up expectantly as the freshman stepped up and nestled his dripping cock in the groove between Connors' bulging pecs. The kid's cock felt bigger against his warm skin, particularly when he started fucking it excitedly.

"You gonna slut out for me after school today, Mr. C? It's been a week since I've tapped your hot ass."

Steve Preston was trouble, all right, Mr. Connors decided. But as bossy as the kid was, he had a trump card in controlling him.

"Fuck Daddy's titties, Steve," he urged, tapping into Steve's father fixation. "Spray Daddy with that hot son seed."

That's all it took. Steve's grip got tighter on Mr. C's shoulders, real tight and his thrusting prick sprayed heavy hot ropes of potent jism all over the principal's neck and upper chest.

Mr. Connors felt embarrassed to have been used like that by the Breeder friends, in front of the whole cafeteria, no less. But he had a sense of pride too, so when he stood up, he adjusted the bone in his crotch, where he'd just come himself and he left his shirt unbuttoned and his tie undone, showing off the dripping trophy of Steve Preston's come on his middle-aged hairy chest and stomach. The semen was starting to run and cool on his skin, flowing down to soak the top of his trousers. Its smell emanated off of him.

"See you in my office at 3, gentlemen," he said with a wink as he started walking his normal rounds down the hall, letting the Bearer students look on in jealousy.

****

Doug Kelly looked at the clock. 5:45AM. Too early to wake up, but he felt rested. In fact, he'd been feeling younger and more energetic than he'd felt in years. He'd had the baby, his second child, Keith's baby, a couple of months ago and was now feeling back to normal. Or at least what counted as younger in this post-pregnancy state. His pecs were full of milk now and they always felt uncomfortably full, as they often did first thing in the morning. He'd go by the nursing center on the way to work today, and maybe in the meantime, Jake could want his fill....

Doug looked over at Jake Markham, lying in bed next to him. Where he'd been every night last week. Jake's hair was tousled and unkempt, but otherwise he looked angelic and perfect. Ruddy cheeks, broad shoulders he'd inherited from his army officer father, developing chest, lean abs. And that Markham cock. Jake probably wasn't aware, Doug realized, but that dick was growing steadily over the last couple of months. Thicker, rounder and definitely longer. It was hitting deep places inside Doug whenever they mated. But the cock growth paled in comparison to the way the teen's nuts had enlarged, now big and oblong like large lemons. It was obscene but a turnon, too, the realtor thought as his hand reached over and touched the fuzzy nutsac, holding, producing Jake's precious man seed.

Jake stirred in his sleep but lay still on his back as Mr. Kelly fondled the breeder's gonads.

It was kind of cute even, the way Jake had insisted at staying over at the Kelly's, all the while using all the manners his daddy had taught him. All yes, sir, no sir. He'd been by Doug's side in the hospital, too. Him and Keith. Doug has been worried Keith would be jealous. Or maybe Jake would be the jealous one. But they got along like two peas in a pod. Keith had even thanked Jake for looking after his dad, and the two boys had clasped in a tight bro hug before Keith drove off, back to school.

Since then Jake had looked after Doug. "Isn't your father concerned you're spending all time over here?" Mr. Kelly asked. They were undressing and Doug knew they were gonna have sex that night. The first time since his delivery. He was ready now, and from Jake's massive boner he knew the kid was aching to fuck.

"I told him I'd be staying here a few weeks at least," the young man said proudly. "Don't worry, Doug, he's cool with it. He knows I want to impregnate you."

Doug had blushed when Jake said that. The kid's need to breed was surprising sometimes. "Doc says it might be a week or two before I ovulate. Maybe three." Jake was now crawling on top of him, running his hands along Mr. Kelly's hairy body and smothering him with kisses. They hadn't been able to do it in this position during Mr. K's pregnancy, so Jake relished this missionary face-to-face time with his neighbor.

"That's OK, I'm gonna be here and ready for when you do. I wanna make sure I'm the one to knock you up this time."

The memories came flooding back to Doug as he stared up now at the sleeping Markham boy, the cock twitching, and from the tip a thick rope of whitish-clear liquid dangled from the tip. This was new, too, the massive amount of precum from Jake's dick, particularly in the morning. Already a heavy pool of natural lube coated his six pack.

God, Doug was falling for Jake. In love with the seventeen year old stud. He knew he had no right to. He had no claim on a Breeder, particularly one as potent as Jake. Already, in eight months Jake had fathered forty pregnancies, and probably more they'd yet to hear about. Doug was just going to be another notch in the kid's belt. Another conquest.

Even that idea excited him and he leaned forward and licked the exposed cock. The pre-fuck lube was salty and sweet, not bitter like the main ejaculation often was, and Doug lapped at as much of the precious liquid as he could. He wondered how potent this was, or if all the sperm was in Jake's main cum. His tongue now traced along the slick abs before returning to the dripping cockhead and taking that in his mouth.

This was the only time Jake would accept a blowjob, first thing in the morning. Otherwise he made sure to pump every load of his inside Doug's bearer ass. But Doug liked giving head to Jake, it gave him a rush of power, of being overpowered. Out cocked. That dick stretching the back of his throat until he changed the angle and felt the hot, hard shaft push into him further. Now he bobbed in deep long strokes, holding the shaft upright and rubbing those furry testicles with his free hand.

Jake had aroused awake now, and was rubbing Doug's thinning, close-cropped hair. "Oh, god, sir, that's it. Suck me. Suck me, Doug. You're soooo good at this. I'm gonna... I'm gonna blow. Gonna be a big one sir.... you ready? Oh man, Oh DOUG!"

Doug choked and about drowned in the heavy cum. But it felt awesome. What didn't kill him made him feel more alive, more sexual. He latched his mouth onto the spurting penis and was happy he could give this young man the ultimate satisfaction of orgasm.

He knew the effect a cum like this had on Jake, too. It made him hornier, if possible, so Doug pulled off and scrambled into a doggie position as Jake crawled in behind him, the spit and cum lubing his cock for a rapid entry.

The middle aged man let out an "oof" as he got penetrated. He couldn't tell who fucked harder: morning Jake or evening Jake. The prick started its battering ram imitation while those heavy huge nuts bangs against the inside of Doug's hairy thighs.

"You ovulating, Doug?" Jake breathed.

"Don't think so, kid." Doug replied through gritted teeth. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, sir," the fucker countered, fingers tracing along the man's bulky back. "I'm gonna be right here when you do. My dick buried in you. Fucking you." He held on tighter to Mr. K's hips. It wasn't gonna take long this morning, not as worked up as Doug's blowjob had gotten him. "My seed waiting for you. It's gonna be so hot impregnating you Doug."

"I want to carry your kid. So bad." Doug's dick thwacked against his fit but not flat stomach as he got pounded good.

"Yeah?" Jake asked, excited by Doug's willingness. "You want that too, sir?"

"Oh yeah, walk around town with another baby bump. Showing off that I have Jake Markham's kid in me. I'd be so fucking proud." Doug knew his words would have a strong effect on Jake, but he was also speaking the truth.

"Damn, Mr. Kelly. I love you, sir."

It was the first time either man had said the word love and it tripped Doug's wires. The older man fired his morning load into the sheets. Jake was close behind him, seeding his ass with enough semen to last the day.

Doug felt Jake's weight collapse onto his back and the teen's mouth kiss his neck. "I meant it, sir," Jake said softly. "I love you."

Doug twisted his body, even though it meant dislodging the large, spend cock from his ass. His lips met Jake's and they kissed. "I love you, too, Jake Markham."

This was like Doug's dreams come true, and as the two showered and dressed they both were practically whistling in happiness. Jake had brought his clothes over and placed them in one side of Doug's dresser. He'd pulled on just a pair of jeans and T-shirt and sat on the bed as he watched Mr. Kelly get dressed for the office.

"Leave your shirt unbuttoned," Jake asked.

Doug stopped buttoning up the oxford button down with a questioning look on his face. Then he got it. "Someone wants his breakfast milk?" he asked. His breasts hung full and heavy with their morning production.

Jake grinned and approached his lover. Mouth open, attaching to the man's teat. His tongue teased the meaty pap and greedily sucked into this mouth. He'd had to learn the best way to get the milk flowing but he was a pro now. A couple of sucks and the sweet rich liquid filled his mouth.

God, milking a dude was such a turnon for Jake. Even though he'd just cum twice his teen cock was a rigid bone, nestled and dripping against his six-pack abs as he feasted on Mr. Kelly's right tit.

The sensation of being suckled made Doug hard, too, almost involuntarily. And when Jake shifted to his left tit, surprisingly more sensitive, the feelings were amplified. There was a particularly strong excitement when he'd done this with his son Keith in a true dad-son nursing, but Jake was even more fixated on milk, and his enthusiasm was quickly making this one of Doug's favorite things to do. To lean back, shirt open and let Jake Markham feed from his bosom.

Finally, Jake had suckled the tits nearly dry and came off with a lusty look. He stood up and with a few quick tugs his cock was spewing jism all over Doug's post-pregnant body.

"Sorry to make a mess, sir," he smirked as he hiked his pants back up. The older man, who was scooping off the fresh seed and feeding it to himself, seemed to have no complaints.

****

Marshall Kelly was at the kitchen table when Doug walked in. "Morning, Dad," he said, barely taking his eyes off his phone.

"Morning son," Doug greeted grabbing the coffee cup Jake offered him.

"So..." Marshall added, in a teasing manner. "Sounds like you guys had fun last night."

Doug blushed. This was the part he was uncomfortable with. For all his sexual activity with his son Keith, he and Marshall had a more proper relationship. That said, as an attractive young man, Marshall had had a good number of men coming by, so maybe it was natural the shoe should be on the other foot now.

Jake felt no shyness. He stepped behind Doug and massaged the man's shoulders. "You ready to have another baby brother or sister, Marshall?" he asked proudly.

Marshall laughed. "Sure. As long as I don't have to call you Dad. Unless you guys get married or something."

Doug froze when his son said that, but Jake's hands traveled beneath the neck of his shirt and touched his bare skin. They glided down to his full breasts, cupping them possessively.

Jake spoke, "I'd be lucky to have a man like your dad as a husband. Or the father of my child."

Doug worried Marshall would be freaked out but his son looked up at them with a kind of happiness but something else. Jealousy?

"Wow," Marshall said, "It's been a month since I've gotten laid." He leaned back in his chair, to show off the eight-plus-month belly sticking out. "Dudes don't want to bone you when you're this pregnant."

"It was Jake's favorite time," Doug offered, without thinking.

"Yeah?" Marshall responded, intrigued. He looked over at Jake.

"Oh yeah," the other teen answered. "Your dad was so crazy hot at eight months. I couldn't keep my hands off him."

Doug recognized the look in his son's face. Curiosity. Lust. He turned to Jake and met his young lover in a kiss. "It's OK," he said to Markham. "Go ahead."

Jake smiled and gave Doug's full pecs one last squeeze before withdrawing his hands and walking over to the table, where he leaned over and met Marshall in a soft kiss.

"Wow," the younger Kelly exclaimed. "I forgot how nice that felt."

Jake's hands traced Marshall's full pregnant belly lovingly. "Marshall, I know if Keith were here he'd love seeing you like this. All big with his kid. Turned on like mad seeing his baby brother all knocked up."

Their lips met again. Marshall felt bad, like he was stealing his Dad's boyfriend, but this felt amazing, Jake's soft tongue, his lips, those hands caressing his stomach.

"I'm not Keith," Jake finally said, "But I'd love to fuck your hot pregnant body." His hand tugged at Marshall's T-shirt lifting it up over the swell to show off the pale skin and the firm roundness. Marshall's body shivered when he felt Jake's hand touch him, skin on skin. He could see why his Dad went for the neighbor kid, Jake definitely had skills. "If you want," Jake added, lips touching the other teen's again.

"Oh yeah," Marshall said, and felt Jake's hands lift his body to a standing position.

They kissed before Jake nudged him toward the hallway, toward Marshall's bedroom. He looked back over his shoulder. "We'll connect later today, Mr. K, OK?" He felt gratified by Doug's smile. Approving and happy for his son. "Unless, that is you wanna watch."

Doug thought a half second, torn between his lust and letting Marshall have some alone time with Jake. He then nodded, "Yeah, I'd like that."

****

The next day was Saturday and while Jake was spending most of the day in bed with Doug Kelly, his father and brothers were hanging out watching a movie. The three sat on the couch, the twins had long stopped wearing shirts, preferring just to lounge about in just shorts or briefs and letting their now huge pregnant bellies stick out unencumbered.

Stan was just as huge, now at 8 and a half months, but on his sturdier dad frame the effect was not as extreme. Still, he, too, decided that he'd go without a shirt. He was tired of stretching all his T-shirts out.

It was a normal weekend day, the boys spending time with their dad, bonding moreover as they experienced the body changes of pregnancy in tandem. Stan learned a lot from his sons, learning how to embrace being a Bearer and all that came with it.

Today, though, he squirmed in his seat with an unfamiliar sensation. Stan was super horny. It had come in waves over the last eight months, each one stronger, almost as strong as his initial heat when he got knocked up. Maybe worse. The office fucks from General Portis helped, but they also fueled Stan's fire. Knowing Jake was over at the Kelly's house trying to impregnate Doug Kelly had Stan in a real boned state.

Aaron looked down and grinned. Even over the swell of Stan's belly, he could make out his dad's erection. Bigger than his own, and definitely in a pent-up state of desire. He wanted to taste it, to swallow his father, so without fanfare he scooted down into a kneeling position and crawled between his dad's legs.

"Aaron, buddy, what's up?" Stan gulped nervously, but he had a good idea what was up and he knew he should be putting a stop to it. His son tugging at his shorts and pulling them down, exposing the father's nasty hardon. Stan watched, excited and immobile, unable to do anything but moan as Aaron sank his handsome face over the father's crotch and started swallowing that paternal dick.

Daniel was now watching on with rapt attention. He knew how well his twin brother could suck cock. He'd witnessed it, experienced it, and even learned technique from his brother. "Oh god, A, that's hot. Suck Dad."

Stan turned and looked at Daniel, whose eyes flitted up from the man's belly and crotch to meet his gaze. "He's pretty good, Dad, huh?"

"Oh yeah," Stan gasped, unable to believe this was happening. The erotic situation and Aaron's cocksucking skill were going to have him blow really soon.

Danny gave a sly grin and cocked his head a little, meeting his Dad in a hot kiss. As Daniel's tongue entered Stan's mouth, the father gave a choked grunt and unloaded a mega load of sperm into Aaron's hungry mouth.

Stan didn't like to cuss around his boys, but as Daniel pulled back the father let out an "Oh fuck!" in exclamation, feeling the pulsing of orgasm still rippling through his body like aftershocks. One thing he would have never guessed is how the pregnancy made cumming that much more intense. It was no longer just a quick release but a plateau of powerful sensation buzzing from his cock through his whole body.

And he was still hard, fully hard.

"You want a go, Danny?" Aaron asked as he got back up on the couch next to his Dad, trading positions with Daniel.

Aaron's kiss was just as fevered and Daniel's blowjob technique was amazing, too. Each boy was different but passionate.

Finally, Daniel pulled off and stroked his father's cock admiringly. "I want this in me, sir." His fingers squeezed out the pearly pre-cum. "Will you fuck me, Dad?" He scrambled on all fours, his heavy belly almost touching the floor as he spread his legs for his father.

Stan's own gut rested on his son's perfect jock ass as he stuffed his rockhard dick inside the boy. The asshole twitched around the invading shaft, lubricating it with a thick liquid.

"Holy christ, son, you're wet as fuck." Stan no longer held back in cursing, particularly feeling the slick tightness of Danny's jock hole.

"Yeah," Daniel answered, lifting his head up off from its resting position on the ground. "I've started lubricating naturally."

"Doc says it may be the pregnancy," Aaron chipped in, "But Mike Portis has a super wet pussy and he's already delivered."

Stan fucked in, harder and a little faster, huffing since his own pregnancy made this exertion harder.

"Fuck me!" Daniel cried, his own nut starting to rise inside him, ready to spew out."

"God you're a stud, Dad." Aaron encouraged. Then, as he approached Stan and started running his hand appreciatively over his father's nude body, he asked, "Would you mind if Jake fucked us too?"

Stan couldn't get words out, he couldn't nod. All he could do is fire his Markham sperm inside his son's tight hole.