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"Anything new since our last appointment?" Dr. Anderson asked as he started the ultrasound machine.
"Not much, doc. He's kicking a lot more since our last visit, though."
The relaxed answer came from the burly man in the hospital gown lying on the gynecological examination table. With arms raised behind his head as his feet rested over the edge, he gave off an easy-going vibe his huge frame wouldn't have clued you in about on its own.
"Well, Greg, that's to be expected at this stage of your pregnancy, so there's nothing to worry about," assured the bespectacled doctor as he finished toying with the machine and proceeded to scoop up some gel with his gloved hand.
"Now, put your legs up."
It wasn't an order as much as a signal for a very usual routine. The man, Greg, pulled his gown up to his chest, revealing his naked, hairy body underneath - cock soft, balls heavy, hole winking naturally - then raised his legs and placed them into the high footrests. It might not have been very comfortable when he first did it, but he couldn't evoke that feeling again if he wanted to. Spreading his legs to Dr. Anderson in such an obscene way - cock and balls hanging loose, hole spread open naturally - was like taking off a hat to him at this point.
"Ah..." Greg let loose a small sigh as the cold gel was spread over his hairy belly.
"Alright, andddd there we go." Dr. Anderson placed the scanner on the now slick skin, maneuvering easily around the smooth dick, and moved it around a bit before a proper image appeared on the screen next to the table.
Greg looked up at the screen from his position, arms still behind his head as his face conveyed the multitude of emotions passing through him. The black and white mess of splotches consolidated into a proper image, a precious look at the new life blooming inside his body.
"Everything looks good and in place. The head is also facing downwards, which is what we want, of course."
Despite everything going through his head, Greg couldn't help but lean back and smile contentedly. The doctor's motions were pleasant enough that he wanted to close his eyes and imagine he was getting a massage, but he couldn't do that just yet.
"What do you think, Son?" He asked the younger-looking guy standing a bit to the side, no doubt to give him and the doctor space.
"It looks wonderful, Dad!" The nineteen-year-old answered with a bewildered tone, like he hadn't already seen it last appointment.
His distant expression was lost in the ultrasound as if it were the Horizon. It was such that even Dr. Anderson, who was highly pragmatic and usually bored, took notice.
"I have to say, I've told you this before, but I've never seen a patient whose son was this invested in their pregnancy before, or a father who had no issues with his son being present for these exams."
"Jules and I are close, doctor," Greg assured him, extending one hand to pat his Son on the back.
"Very close," the doctor commented.
It was a casual observation from him, and Greg met it with a hearty laugh.
"Wouldn't stop nagging me to be here. Says I'll check the wrong boxes. Can you believe that?"
Dr. Anderson's lack of comments on Greg's jest was clearer than any answer, after which he pushed his glasses up and returned to busying himself with the device.
Greg stared at him in comical offense for a bit before turning to look at his Son, shaking his head as if to say, "Can you believe that guy?"
"He has a point, Dad. If I didn't ask to triple check your double check, we'd probably just now be realizing that you're pregnant," his son gave him a matter-of-fact reply.
And as a matter of fact, indeed, Greg's bulging belly could be easily mistaken for a simple beer one had they not had Julian as a previous case. Knowing that, Greg clicked his tongue in displeasure before relaxing his body again.
"Still no word from the father?" Dr. Anderson asked without looking up from his work.
"I already told you, doc. It was a stupid hookup. I don't even remember what he looked like at this point," Greg joked, too carefree for the content of his words.
"I see," was all Dr. Anderson said in response, not even turning away from the machine.
He had already experienced Greg's free lifestyle two decades ago when he oversaw his pregnancy with Julian, so the ways of the year-round fun, party dad did not warrant special notice. At least, now, he had his son Julian by his side. The boy might have been a head shorter than his dad, but he was more than man enough to fill in where Greg couldn't.
"Well," he finally concluded as he got up, "everything seems in order, but you'll have to watch your blood pressure, just to be sure." He turned to Julian before continuing. "As usual, make sure he gets the rest he needs. Being somewhat active is obviously good for him, but he mustn't tire himself out."
He pulled a couple of paper towels and handed them to Greg. "I'll go get the prescriptions for the prenatal vitamins and schedule your next appointment. You can get dressed in the meantime."
"Thanks, doc!" Greg replied enthusiastically, stirring to clean himself up and causing lukewarm gel to smear the gown and the crinkly white sheet of the examination table.
"Let me help you." Julian stepped with practiced motion, like a parent maneuvering around a kid, and took the paper towels from Greg. He and Dr. Anderson exchanged nods before the latter left the room.
"With the way you're acting, you might as well be screaming the truth into Anderson's ear," laughed Greg as he lay back and let his son, who now stood between his legs, clean him up.
Julian froze for a second. "No, but I... I would never tell anyone without telling you, Dad!" He defended his case. "I just can't help myself when I see how far we've come. It makes me feel all sorts of ways."
Greg laughed again, much softer than before, and raised his hand to pinch his son's fuzzy cheek.
"You've always been so cute when you get all serious like this."
"Daaaad..." Julian complained, but didn't make a single move to get away from his father.
"Tell you what," Greg clapped his hands together as an idea came to him, "Let's pass by that new restaurant up on 5th on the way home. My treat. This pregnant guy is craving some grease!“
"The doc JUST told you to watch the blood pressure, Dad," Julian pointed out, "plus, we had takeout yesterday. I'd rather we cook something at home instead."
Greg rolled his eyes. "Buzzkill. We have to listen to my cravings, Son, or else the baby will come out angry."
It was a stupid joke, but Greg had a way of making these land with his effortless charm, which worked even more on his own son. Julian burst out laughing as the two men enjoyed the intimate feeling following the routine inspection.
"Alright, please step away. I need to get up from this table before my horniness goes out of control. Sitting with my legs up like this triggers my muscle memory, so a bit longer and I would've been dry humping Anderson. Kinda like this - Oh!" Greg tried to establish his point by grinding his son's crotch, only to find his open hole getting poked by something quite hard.
"Look what we have here! Someone enjoying the view?" Greg joked, smirking as Julian pursued his lips at being found out.
Julian mumbled something to which Greg shook his hips sideways against his son once more. "I can't hear you, Son. That boner of yours frying your brain?"
Julian took a deep breath. "I said," he faced his dad, "it's hard to contain myself when you're spread like that, looking this damn breedable..."
"Oh," was all Greg said before Julian brought his mouth down, putting their lips together.
It was slow, deliberate, with Julian's tongue sliding softly against Greg's, tasting him from the inside. Greg's hand came up, threading through Julian's hair, pulling him deeper without demand, just a quiet embrace.
They broke apart after a lingering breath, foreheads pressed, Julian's thumb stroking Greg's cheek. "You have no idea how happy this all makes me, Dad. Having you as my husband, the sex, our life at home, and the pregnancy. I can't believe I get to have all this..."
Greg's eyes softened, his free hand covering the one Julian rested on his belly, where a faint kick fluttered against their palms. "You deserve this and more, Son. You'll always have your old man, no matter what." He tugged Julian closer, sealing his old declaration with a firm kiss, full of warmth and certainty.
"Our boy's gonna be the luckiest damn kid alive, having you for a dad," Greg said as their lips hovered against each other.
Julian's chest tightened, a swell of something fierce and tender rushing up. "Same for you," he whispered back, nipping Greg's lower lip before pulling away just enough to search his face. "You're everything, Dad. Always have been."
Greg chuckled, the sound rumbling low, but then Jules shifted, swiping some of the ultrasound gel from the table next to him and rubbing it between his fingers.
"Jules?" Greg questioned him, legs still held up on the exam table's footholds.
"You cleaned yourself for today's exam, right, Dad?" Julian asked, his clean hand fiddling with his belt.
"Now?" Greg asked, surprised at his son's sudden drive. "Anderson will be back any second."
"He always takes too long to fix your appointments," reasoned Julian, his long, thick cock now springing free from its fabric confinement, "and I can't hold it in much longer, Dad. I need to feel myself inside you. Now."
Not needing much encouragement in the first place, Greg smiled deeply as he hugged his son with his raised legs and pulled him in against his exposed behind, showing off that sex appeal that drove the normally reserved Julian to act up like this. Sprawled in front of him, ready to be taken in all his masculine glory, Greg coaxed the sex beast out of his own son. Julian couldn't help himself as his lubed fingers pried open his dad's big, round, hairy cheeks, while the other hand clasped his dad's neck and pulled him into another slow kiss.
Despite his size, Greg still felt powerless in his son's powerful grasp. He was no slouch, often spending hours at the gym. True, he did spend half that time chatting up whoever he could find, and trolling for dick before he and Julian consummated their relationship, but he did spend the other half working out, sculpting his body to get as much enjoyment out of men as he could.
Julian was just as dedicated, just for different reasons. While Greg worked out for the sake of keeping his party life going, Julian's regimes were a product of his own compulsion. When he was a kid, Julian was the type of student to stay in his seat when the whole class was jumping around like monkeys. This hard-headedness and commitment to the rules translated into his everyday life. A military workout routine complete with morning runs and a planned diet, strict time tables and sleeping schedules, and even more self-imposed limitations and ideals. That rigid, unbroken commitment would've surely sent the boy over the edge into early depression had Greg not been just what he needed.
19 years ago, the previous slut puppy becoming the proud dad of such a wonderful kid worked wonders for him, making him a touch (not a lot!) more responsible. While he believed his son should choose whatever way he wants to live, he still made sure to bring him out of his own head every once in a while, in ways only daddies who know their children better than they know themselves could do.
It might have been just normal fatherly love on Greg's part, but to Julian, it was a lifeline he didn't know he needed. Before long, he realized he wanted nothing more than to have his father beside him at all times, in whichever way possible, indulging in his love for life and longing to experience happiness with him. For Greg, they were just fun afternoons of easy, lovely dad-son talks, but for Julian, it only served to make him look at his dad with a much bigger need, seeing in him an ideal partner against all odds.
It started with a guilty phase, like any incestual relationship. The dad's reluctance to do anything that would harm his son, the son's overeagerness at getting to be daddy's boy in a brand new way. Thankfully, they got over it quickly and solidified their relationship as more than dad and son. They were lovers now, more committed to each other than anything else.
And with such a strong relationship, Julian was spending as much time as he possibly could inside his father, constantly seeding him and giving him the love and fucking he desperately needed. This meant it was only natural for Greg to end up pregnant for the second time in his life. Except this time, he had a strong, hunky man by his side, who would never leave him, no matter what.
Back in the present, Julian's hand moved on instinct, wrapping around the base of his Dad's cock, giving a slow, testing squeeze. Greg hitched, a sharp inhale, his cock pulsing hot and heavy in Julian's palm. With his dad's prime-for-breeding swell under his hands, a part of him surged free, possessed and unapologetic. He yanked the gown off, getting his father into his birthday suit as the hairy mass under him contrasted with his own lighter, fuzzier skin. Greg's hairy hole, pink and twitching, was cleaned and prepped for the exam. Julian smeared the pucker roughly, two fingers plunging in knuckle-deep, twisting to coat the velvet walls.
Greg bucked, a guttural "Ah- fuck- yeah," spilling out as Julian scissored wide.
Julian swallowed hard, eyes locked on Greg's soft, dark eyes. He thrust sharply, as if trying to claim his dad even more than he already did by impregnating him. As naturally as taking a breath, his cock buried itself to the hilt inside his dad. Greg's hole clenched hot around him, smooth walls sucking him deeper, and Julian groaned, hips snapping in brutal rhythm, the table creaking under the onslaught.
"God... your cock scratches that itch like no one else, Son," Greg panted, one hand on his top son's chest, the other steadying himself on the side of the table. His son’s big, fat dick drilled through Greg, satisfying him deeply, but also pushing his sexual limits to new heights. His constant need to get fucked, which was matched by Julian’s aggressive libido, was only amplified after pregnancy.
They picked up the rhythm right away, and Julian pounded hard, angling to grind that spot inside his dad, making Greg's prostate swell under the assault and trapping his cock between them, leaking steadily against Greg’s big chest.
"fuck, Dad," Julian growled, the words ripping free as his control shattered, hips pistoning wildly. "I can't wait to raise our kid together," he followed up, before latching on to his dad's neck, kissing and biting passionately. Greg's rim fluttered, milking him greedily, and Julian felt the telltale spasm. Greg arched sharply, a raw "Jules- shit- cuming-" bursting out while he whaled and clawed at his son's back like a drowning man, as his cock erupted, hot ropes splattering his hairy chest and belly, covering his full physique in sticky white. The clench dragged Julian over, his balls drawing tight as he slammed home, flooding Greg's guts with thick pulses, inseminating his dad once more, as if trying to get him pregnant again. The overflow seeped out despite Greg's iron grip on his son's dick, and it dribbled down, warm and alive against Julian's balls.
Greg's hole spasmed through the aftershocks as he felt the deep ache of pregnancy cramps easing down, his son's semen being a natural relief and hitting just right, forcibly taming the sex heat in Greg’s stretched walls. While he didn’t fully understand the biology going down here, Greg could not be more thankful that the man he gave birth to, the one that was created out of his own sperm, was the one administering his much-needed treatment, the one who was responsible for the life growing inside him. He got a bit dizzy thinking how their incest was coming full, twisted circle.
They locked eyes, breaths ragged, Julian still buried deep as Greg's hand cupped his face, pulling him down for a messy kiss, tongues tangling lazily over the taste of sweat and salt.
Feeling the after effects of the adrenaline rush, Julian's head dropped on his Dad's chest, and his mouth lazily attached itself to the pink nipple jutting out over the tan skin, weakly suckling for comfort.
"Can't make milk yet, Son," Greg murmured, laughing with labored breaths and nodding to his pecs. "Gonna have to compete with the baby later."
Julian kept nursing for a few seconds, lost in his world, before a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. He felt himself soften inside his dad. "Worth the wait."
Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the hall, growing closer right away. It sent them both into immediate action despite the glorious haze of the afterglow. Julian yanked free with a wet pop, Greg's hole clenching empty and leaking, cum squishing against the medical, disposable sheets of the table as he sat up quickly, the hastily put-on gown dropping to hide the evidence of their copulation. Julian zipped up, heart slamming at full capacity after coming back to reality with post-nut clarity, just as the door swung open.
“I was able to get you an appointment for ne-”
Dr. Anderson paused mid-sentence, medical documents in hand, eyes flicking from Greg's flushed face to the dark wet spot blooming across the gown's front where Greg's own cum was seeping through. Julian froze, brain blanking, but Greg just laughed, easy and unashamed, tugging the fabric looser. "Sorry, doc. Guess you accidentally gave me a happy ending with your exam."
The doctor blinked, adjusting his glasses, then sighed, a faint quirk at his mouth like he half-believed it.
"Noted." Anderson brushed off Greg’s ‘accident’ without much thought, as if that was a normal occurrence. ”Prenatals and your next slot. Make sure to take it easy."
His gaze lingered a beat too long on the rumpled table before he turned for the door and left.
As it clicked shut, Greg, whose hole was still throbbing warm with Julian's load, smirked at his son.
"Freshen up, Jules. You look as pale as a ghost."
I can't believe we did that..." Julian slumped down on a chair at the side of the exam table, his face resting between his hands as all power drained from him.
"Relaaaax,“ Greg assured him, spreading his legs and scooping some of the cum from his freshly fucked hole with his index before tasting it like one would try out a dip. ”Your old man's got it. All you need to do is keep that sex hungry bull act going, and I'll be satisfied through and through."
"Jeez, Dad... You're too much..." laughed Julian, his head leaning in to meet his dad halfway for a loving peck, the leftover cum sticking to both their lips.
"I love you," he quietly whispered.
"I love you too, Son." The dad let out those words, fully savoring the sensation of his son, truly his husband, happily taking over his senses.
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