I Don’t Know If I Can Get Paternity Leave For This
“He’ll be here any minute. He texted me there was a traffic jam at that Riverside intersection.” Julian tells Riley. Julian is pacing across the living room, practically giving his feet carpet burn.
“You should sit down, breathe.” Riley suggests.
“I can’t.” Julian turns on his heel quickly and continues his march. “I’m too wound up. I don’t even know what I’m going to tell him. That’s a lie.” Julian scoffs with a laugh. “I do know what I’m going to say. I just don’t know how.”
“How about: Hey horse cock, you knocked me up. Where’s my ring or child support.” Riley laughed.
“Oh god.” Julian froze, a realization. “What if he does leave me? How is this gonna work? Custody? Child support?”
“Well you’ve only decided to tell him you’re pregnant, not whether or not you’re going to keep it right?”
“I mean, I know I’m not going to abort it, but I mean – how is adoption going to work? What if Monty wants it and I don’t? How is any of this going to work?” Julian begins his march again, his nerves frying every inch of his skin. “This was a mistake.” He turned to face Riley, blood draining from him. “It’s the hormones, they’re fucking with my head. I can’t tell him. I should just keep it a secret.”
“Calm down bitch.” Riley stood and placed his hands on Julians shoulders. “You’re gonna do fine,” There was a knock at the door. “He’s here.” Riley smiled at his friend. “I’ll let him in as I leave. Give you two some privacy.”
“Thanks.” Julian muttered as Riley squeezed him softly and kissed his forehead.
“Bye queen.” Riley walked to the door as Julian sat in a chair by the couch. “Hey, come in. I was just leaving.” Riley spoke to Monty who politely greeted him, but quickly moved into the apartment and approached Julian.
Monty had mulled over what could possibly be going on the entire day, the whole drive here. He was terrified, nervous and beyond stressed at the length of possibilities.
“Hey,” He greeted Julian, standing in the living room.
“Hey.” Julian mirrored as he stood. “You should sit down.” He said after a lengthy silence settled uncomfortably between them.
“Sure.” Monty’s voice was softer than it had ever been.
Julian began to pace again and Monty’s eyes traveled back and forth as they watched him. More silence stretched for what felt like eons until finally Monty asked what was going on.
“I uhm…” Julian turned to face Monty and scratched the back of his neck, then fidgeted, then did a number of other things to delay while he sought for the right words. “I don’t know where to start or even begin.”
“Just tell me if this is a good or bad thing.” Monty offered.
“Ha!” A wicked witch’s cackle soared out of Julian’s mouth. “That depends.”
“On what?” Monty stood but Julian held a hand up and told him to sit back down.
“Trust me, you’ll need to.”
“Is it cancer?”
“No, it’s – it’s not cancer. No, I’m not sick.” Julian got ahead of the next question. “Although I will be in a few weeks.” Julian laughed again at the uncomfortable hilarity of the situation.
“Jules, what’s going on babe?” Monty asked in his soft voice again.
“Uh…Monty I don’t…” Julian dug for words. “Monty how do you feel about kids?” It poured out.
“What?” Monty asked as his face scrunched in confusion.
“I’m pregnant.” Julian said flatly. Letting the words settle.
“Funny.” Monty said with a light laugh when Julian didn’t say anything else.
“Monty, I’m pregnant.” Julian repeated with no ounce nor drop of tone or indication of anything other than the simple flatness of the truth of the statement.
“Julian what the fuck.” Monty stood, annoyed. “This isn’t funny. You take off without a word, ghost me all day. I was worried about you, freaking the fuck out and you think this is funny?”
“Monty, I’m not kidding. I’m pregnant.” Julian insisted. “Sit down. I’ll explain.”
“Fuck you Julian.” Monty took a step towards the door but Julian jumped in front of him, grabbing his hand and guiding it to his lower abdomen.
“Monty…” He urged Monty to listen to him. “It’s only a few weeks, but I’m pregnant. You’ve noticed the changes in my body. This is why.” Julian grabbed his other hand and moved it to his hips, ass, chest. All features that had swollen and changed in preparation for his pregnancy.
“How…what the fu…” Monty trailed off as Julian looked him deep in his eyes and insisted he was telling the truth.
“Sit.” Julian repeated and Monty did. Julian went to the counter where he’d put the folder with all the information. He brought it over to Monty. “Here, some of this is for later, but this is the blood test to confirm.”
“Jules…what the fuck?” Monty couldn’t comprehend what was being said. His brain simply didn’t grasp it. There was no possible way that Julian could be pregnant. “How?” He asked as he looked up at his boyfriend.
“It was a drug trial gone wrong. That’s the short version.” Julian sat on the edge of the coffee table.
“What’s the long version?” Monty’s big blue eyes focused in on Julian, his ears ready to absorb every word.
“I went to go get an experimental weight loss drug and they made a mistake. Gave me this stem cell thing – I still don’t fully understand it – anyway, it like rewrote my reproductive system. Turned my testicles into ovaries and formed a uterus in my body, it’s connected to my prostate which turned into a cervix. That’s what you’ve been fucking for the last few weeks.” Julian explained. “The slickness, new tightness, intense orgasms and higher sex drive – all of it has been my body adjusting to the drug.”
“This is impossible.” Monty muttered.
“Modern science.” Julian said softly.
Julian explained a bit more, what the drug was intended for and everything else he knew while he was at it. Monty listened in disbelief as Julian went on and on.
“Is the baby gonna be…okay?” Monty asked after Julian finished.
“Doc thinks so. He says all my samples came back good and normal so there isn’t any reason to think it won’t be.”
“But what about those gene things you get from your mom, the chromosomes. X and Y and all that.” Monty read through some of the pamphlets as he asked more science questions.
“Well, typically males are XY and females are XX. You get your X chromosome from your mother, but Dr. Holt said that he’s assuming and hoping the baby will develop properly with either an XX or XY depending on how it grows.” Julian grabbed his stomach, wondering to himself if it would be a boy or a girl. “He said it has something to do with how my body has developed now. I don’t remember I was kind of hung up on the ‘you’re pregnant’ of it all.”
“We’re pregnant.” Monty stared at Julian’s stomach. “Fuck.” He said as it settled in. “I don’t know if I can get paternity leave for this.”
“Me either.” Julian realized. He didn’t know how he was going to explain this to anyone else. He’d have to tell his family. His boss? How was he going to tell his boss. How would he put in for leave with HR?
“What are you gonna do? Are you telling me for my input?” Monty asked to interrupt the now reoccurring silence.
“I’m keeping it. Well, I mean I’m not aborting it. I don’t know if I’m keeping it.” Julian explained. “Did you want me to…” Julian began to ask when Monty just stared at his stomach.
“No. I mean, I guess it’s not really my decision.” He stuttered out. Trying to choose his words carefully.
“I mean, you did help in the making. I guess I should take your opinion into -”
“I’m pro-choice.” Monty interrupted.
“Me too, but I feel like this situation is a little different.” Julian stood. “I don’t know. It’s all new territory.” He walked into the kitchen and Monty followed.
“Do you need any money for the doctor?” He asked as Julian poured himself some lemonade, he offered some to Monty who nodded.
“No, Dr. Holt is doing everything pro bono.” Julian took a drink. “I don’t mean this rudely, but I don’t really need anything from you. I just wanted you to know you’re a father.”
“I’m a father.” Monty took a gulp of the lemonade, drinking almost all of it. As he put the cup down his eyes went wide. “Do we need to get married?”
“What!” Julian spit his drink out. “Monty we’ve only been dating like three months.”
“Yeah but we’ve been fucking for like six, so I’m counting it.” He countered.
“That doesn’t count and it still doesn’t matter.” Julian laughed softly. “I don’t want to get married because of kid like some trashy catholic couple. And I don’t even know if I wanna get married.” He explained.
“Well I do.” Monty said. “I mean, not like right now and not to you – not that I wouldn’t mind marrying you. I love you. I just meant I do want to get married someday. And maybe this is the universes way of saying…”
“Monty, I love you too, but I don’t think the universe is saying we should have a shotgun wedding because of this sci-fi fuck up.” Julian rolled his eyes. “But” He said, sensing he’d possibly hurt Monty’s feelings. “I wouldn’t hate marrying you either. I…I love you too.” He reached out and Monty leaned down to kiss him.
“So what do we do now?” He asked.
“I have no fucking clue.” Julian replied. Then he felt something stir, spark, in him. Like something pulled him closer to Monty.
“Well, I actually do have an idea.” Monty inched closer, his body pressing against Julian who felt something stiffen against him. “I mean. You’re already pregnant…”
“Are you kidding me?” Julian looked up to Monty who only smiled down to him. “I tell you I’m pregnant and your first thought was ‘can’t wait to smash’.”
“Actually my first thought was that this was all a joke but…like I said. You’re already pregnant and the idea of you growing big and plump with my baby does make me kind of hard.” He grinned into a kiss, gliding his tongue along Julian’s.
Heat spread across them making Julian quiver and his hole shiver. He could feel himself growing hot and wet, waiting and wanting for Monty to take him. Maybe even right here on the kitchen counter.
“Montgomery James Sinclair, do you have a pregnancy kink?” Julian asked in a sultry tone as his fingers traveled further down Monty’s body.
“And a breeding kink.” He bit Julians lower lip as his large, meaty hands slapped and squeezed Julians’ plump ass.
“Ooh!” Julian yipped. The impact drew him closer and he felt Monty’s cock impale him in the abdomen. “Can’t say the idea of you bending me over this counter doesn’t do something to me.”
“Well then, turn around.” Monty growled as he grabbed Julian’s hips.
Julian turned and as he did Monty yanked his pants down. Cold air kissed his ass. “Fuck.” Monty pawed the white flesh. “It really has gotten juicier.”
“In more ways than one.” Julian commented.
“Oh yeah?” Monty raised a brow as he undid his pants, fishing his dick out. He began to stroke with one hand while he teased Julian’s wetness.
“I self-lubricate now. One of the pros of the serum.” He explained.
“So that’s what that’s been.” Monty kneeled as he pulled Julian’s cheeks apart. “Fuck, you’re so wet. It looks different.” Monty drooled at the sight.
“What do you mean?”
“It looks more slit like, smoother. Like the ridges are gone and there’s this bumpy, ridge looking thing inside when I pull it open.” He explained.
“That’s the opening to the cervix.” Julian explained. “Now get in there.”
Monty was about to open his mouth to say something when Julian thrust his hips back, his ass colliding with Monty’s mouth. The taste seeped between his lips and Monty opened up and slithered his tongue inside to get more of it. It tasted sweet and salty. Like the way a chocolate pretzel tastes. Just without the cocoa taste. Both Julian and Monty moaned as Monty got to work.
He worked his tongue deeper and deeper, kneading Julian’s cheeks as he tongue fucked Julian. Julian’s hand flew out to grip one side of the counter for balance as a wave of pleasure surged through him causing his knees to shake. His other hand ended up grabbing a paper towel roll and crushed it. “Oh fuck Monty.” Julian cooed as Monty slid deeper between his cheeks, his tongue loosening him up and pleasing him in new ways.
“Can I fuck you now?” Monty asked quietly as he pulled out and wiped the juices from his chin.
“Oh god, please fuck yes.” Julian moaned.
Monty stood and lined himself up with Julian’s pussy, poking him with his tip. “You ready bitch?” Monty spanked Julian.
“Yes daddy…” Julian begged.
“In about nine months.” Monty surged forward, sinking into Julian. He bottomed out with a growl and Julian howled in the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. Monty stayed anchored to the root for a few heartbeats, allowing for Julian to relax and adjust to the intrusion of the fat and girthy dick. He bent over, his chest pressing against Julians back as he whispered in his ear. “Get ready for this dick bitch. I’m giving you twins.”
Before Julian could respond, Monty’s hands clasped over his mouth and around his neck. Monty used the leverage to begin to piston fuck Julian like a slut. The kitchen filled with the sounds of Julian’s muffled wails and Monty’s hips colliding with Julians ass. They shook and clapped with each thrust. Monty’s head fell back as he groaned at the ecstasy.
Julian’s walls tightened around him like a velvet sleave. Sucking him back in with each withdrawal. Lewd noises and obscenities flew around the pair as Julian reached his first anal orgasm, fresh juices coating Monty’s rod as he tightened and spasmed on the dick. Monty settled into a rough and hard rhythm. Julian began to leak clear precum as he slammed into the counter it splashed everywhere. He’d have to clean that up before Riley got home.
Monty tore Julian open with each thrust, the sensation better than ever. Between the physical feeling and knowledge that he’d impregnated the whore on the other end of his cock he had to constantly focus on dead dogs and dumpster fires to stop from cumming. Which was proving difficult as he sent Julian into another anal orgasm, causing the cunt to tighten around him. He had to brace himself to prevent himself from exploding in Julian’s guts.
He tightened his grip on Julian’s mouth as Julian tried to say something. Monty was lost in the lust and carnal ecstasy of the moment as Julian tried to say he was about to cum. Monty himself was close and began to pick up his pace.
“I’m gonna cum. I’m about to blow!” Monty roared as he slammed balls deep once more into Julian. That was it for the bottom. He came, cum blasting out of his cock and painting the counter beneath him. His whole body tightened which caused his hole to tighten and pulse around Monty’s sensitive shaft and cockhead.
He blew. Monty wailed as he came deep inside Julian. He shuddered and rocked with passion as he shot stream after stream inside him. Monty collapsed on Julians back in a huff. He tried to catch his breath.
“Monty…” Julian groaned.
“Get on your knees bitch.” Monty stood up and shifted, allowing Julian to fall to the ground in front of his cock. It dripped a long line of pearly semen from the head while his shaft glistened with Julian’s juices. “I said get on your knees. Clean my cock slut.” He commanded Julian who sat on the floor trying to catch his own breath.
Julian turned and looked up to see Monty’s chest rise and fall, his still steel hard cock bounced with each breath. He shimmered with sweat. “Yes sir.” He nodded. He loved it when Monty got dom and mean with him.
“Oh that’s right.” Monty threw his head back as Julian began slurping his cock. He rested a hand on top of Julian as he bobbed up and down. “Fuck this is hot.” He looked down to see Julian looking up at him with his deep hazel eyes. Julian cooed on Monty’s cock which elicited a grin from him.
He grew soft as Julian drained the remnants of his load from him and polished him clean.
“You did good babe.” He bent down as Julian let his cock plop out of his mouth, giving him a deep and cummy kiss.
“You did too.” Julian shifted to sit on his side and pulled his cheeks apart, feeling Monty’s cum leak out of him and trickled down his ass. Monty picked him up and put him on the counter to get a look at the damage. He put him on his back and held up his legs.
“Holy fuck.” He smiled, looking up at Julian. “That’s definitely twins.” He went back in and started lapping up the cream, pushing it back in with his tongue. His tongue slid over the puffy and used pussy. Soothing it and massaging the swollen edges.
“Oh goooood.” Julian’s head fell back with his eyes crossing as Monty brought him to another anal orgasm. The juice filled Monty’s mouth as he moaned in joy at the taste.
“I don’t think I’ll get enough of this anytime soon.”
“Ngh.” Was all Julian could respond with.
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