On the way out of the gym, Adam’s body is too tight, too full. His cock throbs in his boxer briefs, barely contained by his gym shorts. His balls feel heavy, like they are dragging, swollen with the weight of everything he has held back. He’s been fully hard for too long, the ache pulsing between his legs.
His thighs tense when he walks, the head of his cock leaking through the fabric, but he doesn’t touch it. He refuses. As he walks out, he sees one of the guys from the sauna, it’s the shorter one. He looks at Adam and motions to him. Adam walks over.
The shorter man looks him up and down.
“Lucky girl.”
Then he hands him a card. It says Luther. On the back is an address. Adam looks at the man.
“Thank you, man.”
The shorter man nods.
“You got brothers now.” And he walks off to the parking lot.
The road stretched ahead, dark and empty, but Adam’s mind wasn’t on driving. His body was too tight, too full, too heavy. His cock hadn’t softened once since the sauna, since the moment he realized exactly who he was, what he had, what Noah was.
And now he was taking it home.
His balls ached. Fuck, they were so full, so heavy between his thighs, dragging, stuffed tight, ready to burst. He shifted slightly, spreading his legs wider, trying to ease the pressure, but it didn’t help; it only made him feel it more.
The thought came before he could stop it. All of this is for Noah. He produced for Noah. His body made it for Noah, every hour, every second, constantly churning, filling, packing his balls heavier and heavier with the load Noah would take from him.
How many loads had he already given him?
The number hit him like a punch to the gut, his cock throbbing in his sweats, a fresh pulse of precum soaking through the fabric.
How many times had he emptied himself into Noah, drained his balls into his mouth, into his pussy, into his body? How many times had Noah swallowed it down? How many times had Adam pushed it deep inside him, his thick cock pumping his seed so far into Noah’s body that he could feel it spill over, slicking their thighs, soaking into the sheets?
His grip on the wheel tightened, his breath coming harder. They had their whole lives ahead of them. Years. Decades. If Noah kept taking all of Adam’s sperm for the rest of their lives, how much would be inside him? How much of Adam would Noah be carrying? And then it hit him.
Noah: round with it.
Noah, his belly swollen, stretched tight, heavy, full.
Full of Adam’s sperm.
His stomach flipped, his cock jerking violently, his balls tightening as his mind filled with the image.
Noah on his hands and knees, panting, his skin flushed pink, his belly round, his body stuffed full with so much of Adam’s sperm that it wouldn’t stay inside him.
Noah whimpering, licking his lips, his thighs slick, his body struggling to hold everything Adam had poured into him.
His stomach tightened so hard it hurt. His cock throbbed, drooling precum into his sweats, his balls aching under their own weight.
I want him like that. I want him so full of me he looks pregnant with it.
His vision blurred at the edges, his whole body wired tight, too hot, too on edge.
Fuck. Fuck.
He was so close to cumming, just from holding it, from thinking about Noah’s belly swollen with his sperm. His big cock kicked in his sweats, thick beads of precum dripping, soaking into the fabric, staining his thigh. Not yet. Not yet. Hold it for him.
Most men get hard and they fucking panic.
But not you.
No wonder she belongs to you.
The words wrapped around him, grounding him, pulling him back from the edge. This wasn’t just need. This was proof. He was built to fill Noah. And Noah was built to take it. His cock didn’t soften, but his breath steadied, his grip easing just slightly on the wheel. Not yet. Not until he could push every last drop where it belonged.
Adam pulled into the driveway, his stomach coiled so tight he could barely breathe. He sat there for a moment, gripping the wheel, legs spread wide to make room for the sheer mass of what he was carrying. His sweatpants were ruined, damp at the tip, stretched obscenely over his cock, the outline thick and heavy against the fabric. His balls sat low and swollen, the sheer volume of what he had held back making them look impossibly full. He opened the car door slowly, deliberately, every movement a calculated act of control.
When he stepped out, the weight of his erection swung thick between his thighs, the shape of it utterly unmistakable. His sweatpants did nothing to hide him. They only made it more obvious, the damp spot at the tip marking just how close he was to the edge.
Inside, Noah was waiting. Adam clenched his fists at his sides.
Hold it. Hold it for Noah.
And then he stepped inside.
The door clicked shut behind him. The house was warm, quiet, dimly lit, but Adam wasn’t thinking about any of that.
Noah was curled up on the couch, his laptop resting against his thighs, his face bathed in the soft glow of the screen. He looked comfortable, at ease, completely unaware of what was about to happen.
Adam swallowed hard.
Noah was only half-dressed.
One of Adam’s sweatshirts, big, loose, slipping off one shoulder, and nothing else except a tiny white lace thong stretched over his ass.
Adam couldn’t move. His cock twitched hard, straining so violently against his sweatpants that the damp fabric clung even tighter to him.
Noah finally looked up. He blinked once, as if pulling himself from whatever he’d been working on. His lips parted slightly, his gaze flicking down. And he froze.
Adam didn’t say anything. He just stood there, legs spread slightly, sweatpants clinging obscenely to the massive, throbbing outline of his cock. His hands curled into fists at his sides, his whole body burning with restraint.
Noah stared. At the sheer size of the bulge. At the visible, damp head pressing against the cotton. At the massive, swollen weight of his balls hanging low between his thighs. A slow, sharp inhale. Noah licked his lips.
“Jesus, Adam,” he whispered.
His voice wasn’t teasing. It was soft, stunned. Adam still didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t let himself. Because he was seconds from breaking.
Noah realized it immediately. He closed the laptop, set it aside, and slowly uncurled his legs and rose to his feet. He took a step toward Adam.
Adam’s whole body was vibrating, thrumming, electric. His cock kicked hard at just the sight of Noah coming closer. He clenched his jaw. He couldn’t move. If he moved—if he touched—
Noah reached for him first. Fingers brushing against the hot, damp fabric of his sweatpants, pressing lightly, feeling how painfully thick, how soaked, how fucking full he was. Adam jerked under his touch, a deep, guttural sound tearing from his throat.
“Fuck—Noah—”
Noah felt it. He felt the weight of Adam’s balls in his hand, felt how heavy, how swollen, how full. He looked up at him, eyes dark, lips parted, voice hushed.
“How long have you been holding it?”
Adam exhaled sharply, his whole body locking up. Too long. Too fucking long.
Noah licked his lips again. His fingers traced up the thick, damp outline of Adam’s cock, following the shape, feeling the heat through the fabric. Then, softly—
“Do you want to give it to me?”
The second Noah’s words hit the air everything inside Adam snapped. His breath left him in a hard, ragged exhale, his hands grabbing Noah before he could think.
One massive hand cupped the back of Noah’s head, fingers threading into his soft hair. The other gripped his waist, pulled him close, held him against the thick heat of his body, against the damp, throbbing outline of his cock.
Noah sucked in a sharp breath. Because fuck, he could feel it. All of it. The sheer, swollen mass of Adam’s cock, pulsing, thick, wet at the tip, pressed tight against his stomach through the thin fabric.
Adam’s jaw was tight, his breath shuddering through his nose, his fingers flexing hard on Noah’s body, holding himself back, just barely. Noah tilted his head up slightly, lips brushing against Adam’s jaw. Softly—
"Let me see."
Adam exhaled, hard. His hands moved before his mind caught up. One went to the waistband of his sweatpants, fingers hooking in, pulling down—slow, controlled, steady. And then—
His cock sprang free.
Noah made a sound—low, breathy, reverent.
Because fuck.
Because Adam was so big, so thick, so fucking hard. Because the leaking, wet head of his cock was slick and swollen, flushed deep red, his balls still impossibly heavy beneath, stuffed tight with the load he had held back for Noah.
Noah’s hands moved without thinking. One palmed over Adam’s tight, aching balls, feeling the heat of them, the weight of them, the sheer amount of sperm stored inside. The other wrapped around the thick base of Adam’s cock, fingers barely meeting around the girth. Adam groaned, deep and wrecked, his whole body locking up.
“Jesus Christ, Noah—”
Noah stroked once, slow, firm, watching as Adam’s cock twitched violently, as another thick bead of precum spilled from the tip.
“How much is in here?” he murmured, fingers tightening around Adam’s balls.
Adam sucked in a sharp breath. “So much.”
Noah looked up at him, slow, knowing.
“How much of this is mine?”
Adam’s body jerked hard, his breath hitting the edge of a growl. His fingers dug into Noah’s hips.
“All of it.”
Noah’s breath hitched. His voice came softer, teasing, curious.
“Yeah? All of it?”
Adam growled, low, deep, chest vibrating. His grip tightened.
“Take it.”
Noah dropped to his knees, sinking down slowly, deliberately, his palms sliding down the hard planes of Adam’s thighs as he went. He could feel it, the way Adam was trembling, holding himself back, barely keeping control. And then—face to face with it.
Adam’s cock, thick and heavy, swollen and slick at the tip, twitching in the open air, so fucking full. Noah licked his lips. It smelled like heat, like sweat, like pure sex. His fingers wrapped around the base again, feeling the sheer weight of it, the pulsing heat in his palm. He looked up.
Adam was watching him. Eyes dark, blown wide, chest rising and falling in slow, heavy breaths. His massive hands were curled into fists at his sides, veins in his forearms standing out as he clenched his jaw, as he waited. Waited for Noah to—
Noah kissed the tip. A full-body shudder racked through Adam, his thighs tensing, his breath catching in his throat. His cock jumped in Noah’s grip, another thick bead of precum slipping from the slit, wet and glistening. Noah held his gaze, eyes dark, lips parting, tongue flicking out—
He licked. Slow. Wet. Adam exhaled sharply, a deep, sound tearing from his throat. Noah smirked, breath warm against the slick head.
“You’re so full, Adam.”
His fingers slid lower, cupping Adam’s balls, feeling the sheer weight of them, the way they were packed so tight, so ready to empty. He rolled them in his palm, slow, teasing.
“You’ve been saving this for me all day?”
Adam sucked in a breath, his abs flexing hard. His voice was low, rough, strained.
“You know I have.”
Noah nodded, pleased. He gave Adam’s cock another slow stroke, watching it twitch, watching the precum smear over his own fingers. Then—softly, teasingly—
“How much are you gonna give me?”
Adam’s jaw tightened.
His hands finally moved, not to push, not to force, but to cradle the back of Noah’s head, fingers threading through his hair. His voice was deeper, darker now.
“Open.”
Noah obeyed. His mouth parted, tongue curling, breath warm, waiting. Adam guided him forward until the slick, flushed head of his cock pressed against Noah’s tongue. A groan ripped from Adam’s chest, deep and guttural. Noah closed his lips tight around Adam’s cock, sealing him in, making sure that nothing was wasted.
Adam felt it immediately. A shudder wracked through him, his fingers flexing hard in Noah’s hair, his breath stuttering, his whole body locking up. Noah hollowed his cheeks, sucking slow, steady, pulling deep, like he was extracting something from Adam. Milking him. Taking what was his.
Adam groaned, deep and wrecked, his hands tightening, his thighs tensing, his stomach clenching hard. Noah’s tongue worked over the thick, flushed head, pressing just right against the slit, teasing out every drop, coaxing it from him, not letting him hold back anymore.
He could feel it, the slow, rhythmic throb of Adam’s cock, the way it pulsed heavy against his tongue, thick and full, ready to spill. Noah kept going. Soft, steady, draining him. Adam was shaking. His hips jerked once, but Noah didn’t let him thrust, didn’t let him control it. This was his pace. Adam gritted his teeth, a deep, strangled sound breaking from his throat.
“Fuck, Noah—”
His breath caught hard, his muscles locking up, his hands gripping into Noah’s hair, his thighs trembling with restraint. Because fuck—
Because Noah was pulling it from him. Not just working him, not just teasing him--taking from him. Adam sucked in a sharp breath, his whole body jerking. His balls felt like they were being drained, sucked empty, milked completely.
He could feel it happening, the way the thick, stored-up sperm inside him was being pulled up, up, through his aching, swollen balls, through his shaft, his cock throbbing violently as it all surged forward. He groaned, deep, helpless, his stomach clenching, his thighs flexing, his cock pulsing harder than it ever had in his life. And then—
Adam broke, and Noah took it.
His whole body jerked, a deep, guttural moan spilling from his throat as he started cumming, as the first thick, hot rope of sperm shot straight into Noah’s mouth. Noah didn’t pull away. Didn’t let go. He held Adam deep, lips locked around him, throat working, pulling every pulse straight from the source.
Adam could feel the way his cock throbbed, the way Noah’s mouth sealed tight, the way he was pouring every last drop straight into him. His balls were emptying. Noah was draining him. And there was so much.The pressure had been building for too long, too much stored up, too much saved, too much being released all at once.
Noah tried to keep up. Tried to swallow, to drink it all, to take it like Adam wanted. But then a choked sound. A gasp, a struggle. Too much.
The next thick flood of sperm spilled past his lips, dripping down his chin, coating his tongue, filling his mouth so completely that for a second, he couldn’t breathe. His throat fluttered hard, his body shuddering, his lungs tensing as Adam kept cumming, kept spilling, kept filling him past what he could take.
Drowning him in it.
Noah clawed at Adam’s thighs, his fingers curling tight as his whole body tensed with the sheer fullness of it. His stomach felt heavy, warm, stuffed with Adam’s sperm, the taste thick, overwhelming, coating every inch of his mouth, his tongue, his throat.
Adam was shaking. His breath came sharp, ragged, his body still jerking with every final, exhausted pulse, his hands gripping Noah’s head like he needed to hold on to something real. And then, finally, it slowed. The last throb, the last thick drop, the last ounce of everything Adam had been holding.
Noah stayed there. Stayed still. Lips locked. Mouth full. Adam’s cock twitched once more against his tongue, still wet, still warm, still softening in the aftershock. Slowly, Adam pulled his still-hard penis from Noah’s mouth. Noah gasped and gurgled, mouth still full of sperm.
Adam’s voice was hoarse, wrecked, shaking.
“Show me.”
Noah tilted his head back slightly, parting his lips just enough. A thick, creamy pool of Adam’s sperm sat heavy on his tongue. Adam exhaled slow, deep, his hands cupping Noah’s jaw. It was so beautiful to see. He didn’t want to let this moment go just yet.
“Play with it.”
Noah obeyed. He flicked his tongue up, rolling the sperm over it, pushing it against his teeth, letting it bubble slightly before drawing it back. Adam groaned, his cock twitching slightly in response.
He ran one rough thumb over Noah’s cheek, brushing over his spit-wet lips, dragging down to feel his throat, feeling the weight of his own load still inside him. And then, his voice, dark, absolute.
“Swallow.”
Noah did. He swallowed all of it. Adam watched his throat work, watched the last of his sperm disappear where it belonged. And then—soft, quiet, pleased—
“Good girls drink sperm.”
He brushed his thumb over Noah’s lips, smearing the last trace of himself away.
“You’re a good girl.”
Noah was still kneeling. Still catching his breath, his lips wet, his throat still thick with the weight of everything Adam had just given him.
Adam was staring. His jaw tight, his breath slow, his body still running hot, still wired, still wanting. His hands moved before his mind caught up, gripping Noah’s jaw, tilting his face up, forcing him to look at Adam.
Noah shivered because Adam’s eyes were darker now, heavier, still hungry. Still not done. Noah parted his lips, a breathless sound escaping him—
And Adam pulled Noah up to his feet and kissed him. Noah whimpered into his mouth, fingers curling into Adam’s sweatpants as the kiss swallowed him whole. Adam’s tongue slid between his lips, hot and wet, licking into Noah’s mouth, tasting what was left of himself.
Noah moaned softly, his hands grabbing at Adam’s thighs, needing to hold onto something, needing to ground himself against the sheer force of it. Adam’s hands tightened on Noah’s face, his thumbs brushing along his jaw, his grip firm, controlling. He tilted Noah’s head back farther, deepening the kiss, licking the last remnants of his own sperm from Noah’s tongue and his face, tasting himself all over Noah.
And then he gave it back. His tongue pushed forward, slick and slow, drooling it back into Noah’s mouth, making him take it again. Noah gasped, his whole body shuddering. His throat fluttered, his lips parting wider, letting Adam fill him again, letting him claim every inch of his mouth. Adam groaned, low and rough, his hands slipping down Noah’s neck, feeling the heat, the pulse, the surrender. His voice was hushed, dark, thick with satisfaction.
“Swallow it again.”
Noah obeyed. Adam watched Noah take every last drop, as the final trace of his cum disappeared where it belonged.
“Good girl.”
He kissed Noah again. Slower now. Deeper. Noah was still catching his breath, lips wet, body loose, wrecked in the best way. Adam hadn’t let go of him. His big hands were still cradling Noah’s face, thumbs brushing slow over his cheeks, his jaw. Like he was memorizing him. Like he needed to say something.
Noah tilted his head slightly, searching Adam’s face. Adam’s fingers tightened slightly in his hair, his eyes dark, focused, full of something weightier than desire.
“Isn’t it amazing we get this?”
Noah blinked. His breath stuttered slightly, not expecting those words. Adam’s voice was low, steady, but there was something raw under it.
“You know that, right?” His hands slipped down, cupping the curve of Noah’s throat, holding him there, making him look at him. “How fucking lucky I am to have you? To give this to you?”
Noah’s stomach tightened. A slow warmth unraveled in his chest, deep and spreading. He swallowed, his pulse fluttering under Adam’s fingertips.A teasing lilt, but soft, genuine—
“You are lucky.”
Adam exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head slightly.
“Yeah, I fucking am.”
His grip tightened slightly.
“You’re my good girl.”
Noah shivered. But it wasn’t just from the words. It was the way Adam said them. Like he was realizing something too. Like it wasn’t just about how much Adam wanted this. It was about how much Adam needed it.
“I want it, too, you know.”
Noah exhaled, his hands slipping up, pressing against Adam’s chest.
“It’s not just about you giving it to me. It’s that I—” He swallowed, blinking slow, deliberate. “I want to take it. I want all of it.”
Adam didn’t take his eyes off Noah. He kept going.
“I love it when you fill me up. When you hold it, keep it just for me, make me take all of it.”
He leaned in slightly, brushing his lips along Adam’s jaw.
“I love knowing I’m the only one who gets it.”
Adam’s grip tightened.
“Yeah. Now you get it.”
He pressed his forehead against Noah’s.
“You’re my good girl.”
Noah nodded.
Adam tilted his head lower, his mouth brushing against Noah’s ear, his voice dropping to a whisper—
“The best girl. The only girl who deserves my sperm. I want to fill you up, Noah. I want your belly so full of sperm, you look pregnant.”
The words shocked Noah and made him feel warm, as Adam slowly rubbed his belly. Adam kissed him, slow, deep, full of knowing. And then, against Noah’s lips—
“Good girls drink sperm.”
A pause. A breath.
“You’re my good girl.”
Noah melted.
