The Pregnancy Chronicles

The Preg-Kink Club

"You know, Nick, I don't think we fit in here," I said as I met my partner in the kitchen as he fixed us another round of vodka and tonics. We had flown up to New York for the week and were spending a couple of days at a place in the Hamptons with four other couples we hadn't met before.

Nick gave me a faint smile to encourage me. This was his idea, and he really wanted to make an impression on these guys. "Come on, babe. Just give it a chance. We can decide after this weekend whether we want to come back."

"Or they can decide they don't want us back."

He knew what I meant. All other four couples were rich, or at least one of the men of the two were pretty loaded with money. That's how they could afford the operation and the pregnancies they were already planning, or already had.

Nick and I loved the idea of male pregnancy. It had become our thing, our kink. We both craved getting knocked up and would work that idea into the sex talk every time we fucked. Every single time, and it never got old.

I was the one who discovered the forum, but Nick was the one who made the connections with these guys, sharing our sexual proclivities and fantasies. We'd developed an off-forum email list where we traded deep-sexual chat and shared stories and videos we found hot. It was a wild rush to think there were other guys out there who shared our sensibilities.

But while we shared the fantasy of impregnation, neither Nick nor I had the operation yet. And we didn't really have the kind of money that would make it possible. And now that we'd shown up, I realized we were different from the other couples, too. The guys all seemed to have a real power or age differential at play, or both.

Nick knew we stuck out in this crowd, but he was optimistic by nature. He swiveled our glasses to mix the vodka and handed me my drink. "We got something these guys have, Cam," he smiled. "We're fucking porn stars. I bet every single dude here wants to bone us or be boned by us."

I laughed. That's why I loved Nick. He embraced being a desirable and desired porn star. We'd both been escorts, too, until we met each other. We still arranged for a few tricks with some regular clients but had stopped taking on new customers. It was a transition to lose that income, and we'd have to figure something out, but so far it was working OK, particularly since we could share the same Miami condo.

We'd been talking online to these guys so much it was great to put faces and real names to their screen personas.

Pete, the host, was a beefy older guy who went by the handle "MrBearerCEO" on the forum, and this was his second home. I didn't know his profession that allowed him to have such a nice place, but he dressed in a very preppy, country club kind of style.

His partner "DadBreeder28" was a younger guy named Evan. Neither jocky nor twinky, he was just a good looking guy and had an Ivy-educated city professional dude vibe about him. He was taller than Pete by a good five inches and he was very touchy feely with the daddy.

Cal Johnson - "Big Bruiser" online - was the only one who shared his last name, but given his high-profile football career anonymity with us wasn't really possible. We just had to swear by the number one house rule that anything in the Preg-kink Group stayed with the group.

His boyfriend "Little Bruiser" was real fucking cute, a younger, college-aged jock type named Joe. He sat kind of neslted against Cal's big frame and sipped his seltzer water. Joe was one of the two men present currently knocked up and his belly was starting to get noticeably big. I'd guess seven and a half months along.

The other pregnant man was Brian, or "YankeesFan35," who was not showing yet but still had full pecs and a little midsection padding from his first pregnancy. He was legendary on the forum for documenting every part of his process from surgery to impregnation to each day of his growth. He'd taken a shirtless photo every day and some guy online had edited it into a time-lapse morphing video that was now a standard favorite among dudes into mpreg. Nick and I had certainly jacked off to it many times, separately and together.

Brian made no bones with us about being a former NYPD police officer. Other than Cal, or me and Nick, he was the only one whose profession we knew.

Brian's partner Paul, who didn't participate online, was maybe ten years older, give or take, and like Pete, had a rich, businessman vibe about him. Kind of quiet, definitely sardonic in his humor, and real fucking handsome. Paul reminded me of one of my favorite johns. I mean, usually a trick is a trick, some you like more than others, but sex work is a job, you know? But one real-estate magnate dude made me cum buckets every time he fucked me. He wasn't even that dominant, not verbally at least, but he loved to take charge of a fuck and the contrast between that sexual confidence and his quiet nature drove me frickin' nuts.

Zach "TwunkWomb" lived up to his username. Classic twunk body type, cute face, college age looking too, or maybe a year or two out. His partner John "ProfDaddy" was classic DILF, less muscular than some of the other guys but tall, lean and very attractive. He was friendly and easy to get along with.

Once Nick and I returned to the group, we started up a round of Twenty Questions. Or maybe just a few questions that we went around in turn answering - in Truth or Dare fashion. It was John's idea and he explained the rules, such as they were. Each guy would ask one question and all of us would do our best to answer truthfully. The question could be sexual or personal but couldn't address personal information that would reveal our regular identities.

"So..." Zach started. "How many kids would you like to have?" He turned to Paul, who was sitting to his right.

Paul asked for clarification. "You mean in our fantasy or what I'm really planning for."

"How many you'd ideally have," Zach replied. "Though it has to be a plausible number based in reality."

The man got a knowing grin and replied simply. "Ten." His arm was draped around Brian's strong body and he gave his partner a playful squeeze of the shoulder.

Brian let out a low whistle. "Easy for you to say," he teased. "You're not carrying our kids in your body."

"Well, how many would you like?" Zach asked.

I was starting to worry if any of the partners weren't on the same page with this question, but I had to imagine that most guys at least had talked about this. Maybe a lot.

Brian got a sly expression and said. "Twelve."

The men laughed.

Cal didn't wait to chime in. "I'm hoping for 20." He could see the reaction among us. "No bullshit," he added. "We're gonna have to be real careful with our money, but Joe's young and has a lot of childbearing years ahead of him."

Paul asked the logical question. "Joe, how many do you want?"

The collegiate kid gave a dreamy expression to his partner and looked back at us. "You guys are gonna think this is messed up, but I want however many Cal wants."

I could see a shit-eating grin form on Cal's face. It was the look of a top used to getting his way, but also a man in love with his partner. It was sexual and touching at the same time.

It was my turn next. "I don't know guys. Three or four would be amazing."

"Same," Nick said, squeezing my leg. "Though we each fantasize about getting knocked up so it might be six or seven between us."

"That's hot," Zach said.

Pete nudged Evan's knee as he replied for them. "I'm getting pretty old fellas," he said. "So I'm thinking two's the max. Evan here would be thrilled if we had a baker's dozen."

His younger lover shrugged and gave a smirk. "What can I say? A man wants what a man wants." If Evan wasn't so friendly his alpha schtick would get old fast.

"Next question," Evan announced. "What mundane part of pregnancy or parenthood turns you on the most?"

Brian: "Biggest surprise for me was the morning sickness. Felt like shit, but it made it all feel real and that was kind of a turn on."

Paul: "Coming home from the office and seeing him taking care of our kid."

Cal: "Just how much more Joe weighs now."

Joe: "Finding pregnancy clothing."

Pete: "Fuck... for me it's thinking about pregnancy clothing."

Evan: "Seeing a guy pushing a baby stroller. Hardon city."

me: "Hearing a john tell me about his kids."

Nick: "That glow in a guys face when he and his partner are expecting."

Zach: "Taking pregnancy tests."

John: "Watching Zach take pregnancy tests. I never was a water sports guy, but seeing him pee on a stick... I still think about that."

He asked the next question. "For the tops or vers guys, particularly... What's the hottest paternity wear?"

Paul: "That he's actually worn or in fantasy?"

John: "Either."

Paul (with a big grin): "An NYPD uniform"

Evan: "A speedo"

Cal: "A jockstrap and baseball cap." Then second guessing his answer. "Or maybe laced-up football pants."

John: "Fuck. I was gonna say compression shorts."

"All right, my turn," Brian said. "If you could pick a man who's not your partner to make a baby with, who would it be?"

"We gotta answer that?" Pete chuckled.

Brian grinned. "You don't gotta, but come on... we're just talking fantasy fucks. Not saying you'd actually do anything." I loved how crude and straightforward he could be.

"There's this new intern at the office... Princeton kid... cute fucker," Paul said with a blush. "Next than Evan here, I'm sure the expert in slotting daddy cunt..."

"Guess we've reached the sex talk phase of the evening," Cal laughed.

"It's why we're here, right?" Brian challenged him. "To take the online chat to another level."

"True that," Nick grinned. Turning to me, he winked. "Other than this guy? My dream fucker would be one of my johns... he's a movie star into bondage play."

"No shit?" Joe's eyes gleamed. Unconsciously he was holding his belly as he rested in Cal's embrace.

"I'd probably choose a john, too," I said. "There's a business guy who's probably my fave."

Paul grinned, knowing his type was being complimented. Patting Brian's shoulders, "Well this dude got me into cops, so I'd say I'd go for his former buddy on the force, Reggie."

Brian chuckled. "Figured you'd pick him," he laughed.

"What about you?" Joe asked Brian.

"No one specific in mind. But I have a thing for airline pilots, so let's go with that."

"Other than Ceej," Joe offered, "Jason Witten was probably my biggest stroke off fantasy."

CJ squeezed Joe's shoulder affectionately, then said, "You guys are gonna think this is lame, but Joe is the only man I'd want to do this with."

"Fuck, Ceej," his husband said softly, overcome with emotion.

"Serious big guy." He looked up at the group. "I mean, yeah, I'm a red blooded man and would happily be into fucking another guy. But Joe's the one who turned me onto this."

"I'd nail one of my students," John leered. "Hot, dumb lacrosse player."

"One's not enough huh?" Zach teased.

"Guys, I thought we weren't gonna ask anything that would reveal our personal lives," Pete objected.

Cal chimed in. "If a guy wants to say something, that's fine. Besides, I'm not sure why all the secrecy. None of us are gonna blab about this shit."

"Fine with me," Paul said.

"John was my professor," Zach said proudly. "I guess I have this weird fantasy about being shared with one of his fellow professors, or a dean or something."

"What about you, Evan?" Brian teased. "Who are you knocking up while Daddy bends over for his intern?" From another man that might have sounded like a put down, but Brian had a knack for ratcheting up the sexual vibe. We were all getting turned on just talking about this stuff.

Evan gave his partner a sheepish look then answered. "Pete knows this, and it's just a fantasy... but I get turned on by being a serial breeder. Just like fucking every daddy I meet and putting my kid in him."

"Damn," Paul exclaimed with a laugh.

"My turn," Joe jumped in. "What do you most fantasize about doing, that you haven't done yet?" Then he clarified, "It's gotta be something your partner might want to do."

Cal answered first. "Tasting your milk."

"Oh fuck, the same," John grunted.

"Make that three," Evan laughed.

"Is that unanimous for the tops?" Pete asked.

"Already done it, but otherwise, yeah," Paul boasted. "You're in for a treat fellas." Thinking for a second, he answered. "For some reason we didn't do a uniform scene when Brian was pregnant last time."

That brought a big grin to his husband. "Oh yeah, we can do that," he leered. "If you're wearing a suit, too, make that my choice, too."

"I'd love sit on Evan's face once I'm really knocked up," Pete leered.

Evan let out a soft growl.

"Shit, that's hot," Zach agreed. "I don't know if John would be up for it, but I'd love for him to take me to a sex club while I'm pregnant and fuck me in front of other guys."

John smirked but didn't let on what he thought of the idea.

Nick and I listened, feeling a little left out, before he spoke up. "Honestly guys, Cam and I just fantasize about the chance to do this for real one day."

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Hope you get the chance, guys," Joe said. "Best thing to happen in my life."

"You guys ever thought about letting some guy film you getting knocked up?" Pete asked.

Nick looked at me to read my reaction. "Um not really."

"It's a private thing," Cal said. "But, well, I could imagine some guys would pay top dollar to watch an mpreg video. There's nothing like out there."

Paul agreed. "And pay top dollar to do the honors, if you were up for up for that."

"I guess we haven't thought of that angle," I admitted. This was a heady direction for the conversation to take, and I knew I'd need to discuss this with Nick before it went further.

"It'd pay for your operation and then some," Cal said.

Brian reached down and gripped the hardon in his shorts. "Guys... I don't think Paul and I can wait to fuck... this conversation has us kind of worked up."

Paul didn't speak, but his reddened face said Brian was speaking for him too. Both men stood up with boners in their shorts. But we were all pretty hard from the sex talk.

"See you tomorrow morning?" the ex-cop said.

"Yeah, guys, have fun," John teased.

After the two went to their room, we did another round, asking about the hottest aspect of a cock or ass, but we were all clearly getting worked up, too. So when Evan whispered something in Pete's ear and the two got up and bid us goodnight, we all decided it was time to go into our couples for sex.

Nick had a clear excitement was we stripped down in our guest room and made out. We kissed and 69ed and Nick rimmed me before lubing up and entering me. He was taking his time fucking, as we liked to do since we didn't have the pressure of an appointment or a camera on us.

"Let's do it, Cameron," he growled as his cock started pushing in deeper and steadier. "Let's find a patron who'll pay for our operation."

The idea was crazy but hit me in a horny place. "Yeah, Nick? You'd want that?"

He nodded. "You bet. An operation for you and one for me...." His body was very in shape, and he didn't have a reputation for being a top-vers porn star for nothing. "All we gotta do is let some hot dudes breed us on video.... hell we can document our bodies growing after. Make the ultimate porno, babe."

If I hadn't been sure about letting some random guy impregnate me, I was getting very excited by what Nick was describing. It would be like Brian's self-documentation thread in the forum, taken to another level.

"All the fucking pregnancy pervs jacking off to our bodies as we grow," I said, vocalizing my fantasy.

"Fuck yeah," Nick hissed, his thrusts getting harder. "You're gonna be so fricking hot pregnant, Cam...."

"You too, hon..." I growled, reaching up to feel every inch of his shaved porn-star muscle. "I want us to show off for all these guys here, too. Let us see our big pregnant guts."

"Fuck yes!" Nick hissed and like that I was getting loaded up.

With a determined look on his face, he pulled out and gave my cock a quick greasing before sitting down to work out my own load into his hole. It took about a half minute.

We were both still hard, but definitely spent as we lay side by side, hands enfolded.

"We gonna do this, hon?" I asked Nick.

He smiled and nodded. "If you wanna Cam.... yeah, let's fucking do it."