DOUBLE PREGGERS
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Jason walked in the door of his home and hung his jacket on the set of hooks by the front door. He saw the red construction hat of Darryl already there, but the coats of their wives, Mona and Lisa, were gone. He heard the television set and knew where to find Darryl.
Darryl was lying across the couch more than sitting on it. His arms were thrown out wide, one on the armrest, the other on the back, his ass barely perched on the edge of the seat, his legs wide. He wore a dingy red-plaid shirt with grimy t-shirt underneath and blue jeans that were so battered, they were cool. The body these clothes contained was ruggedly handsome and unabashedly masculine. He looked up at Jason. "Hey, dude! It been six weeks already?"
"Yep." Jason agreed. "Toss me one of those beers."
Darryl reached into the small cooler perched by him on the couch and brought out a Budweiser, tossed the red-and-white can to Jason. "Here you go."
"Where's Pregzilla?" He asked.
"With Pregodon." Darryl told him. They were talking about their wives, identical twins who had always been way too close for their own good. They'd always dressed alike, shared alike, even married men very much alike in a double-marriage (Darryl was a construction worker, Jason worked an offshore oil rig, and both were big, rugged men with chiseled good looks and well-muscled, slender-waisted bodies) and the twins had insisted on sharing a house after their marriage. Jason had gone along with all that, hell, the marriage had been cheaper on him and about the house, he wasn't there three-quarters of the time anyhow (six weeks living on the rig, then two weeks off). Even the twin's menstrual cycles had always been right together (Darryl and Jason called it "the time of double trouble"), so it wasn't too much of a shock for these men to discover their wives had apparently become pregnant at the same time some months ago. During Christmas vacation, Jason figured, when he'd been home and Darryl had been off work as well. The wives were due to pop in late September by all calculations, still plenty of time for him and his wife to enjoy sex for, oh, months still. "They're at a baby shower for one of their friends."
"When they going to be back, anyway?"
"Not until after midnight."
"Damn!" Jason grumped as he sucked at his beer. "Damn, them's good suds!" He belched appreciatively. "Nice and cold."
"Yeah. Lisa said that they don't want any alcohol in the house when the babies are born."
"Why the fuck not?"
"Bad example."
"Shit." Jason drank again. "What is it with women when they get preggers, anyhow?"
"They fall in love with the baby and forget about the man." Darryl answered. "And these two preggers we married have it extra bad. Lisa's moved into Mona's room. Said she didn't want my hands on her until after the baby's born. I don't think you're going to get your bed back, either; Lisa's sleeping where you used to sleep, right alongside Mona."
"But they're only at two months'!" Jason protested, dismayed. "Why stop now?"
"I don't know, but you and me are cut off until after the baby's born. And I wouldn't count on them wanting much afterwards, either."
"Shit!" Jason mourned. "I only get home every six weeks! What the fuck am I going to do?"
"Beat your meat. Same thing I've been doing the last two weeks, since Lisa dropped that on me."
"Yeah, I guess so." Jason agreed. "Damn! I figured I'd given up on whacking it when I got married."
"Me, too, but that's what I've been doing." Darryl shifted in his seat. Watching the television, Jason didn't notice, but then he heard it. The unmistakable sound of a jeans' zipper going down.
He looked over to see Darryl fishing in his fly with his hand. "What the fuck you doing?"
"Going to whack my meat."
"I can see that. Why?"
"'Cause I'm horny!"
"Yeah, but...you got to do it here?"
"Hey, you and me going to be sharing a bed from now on. You might as well get used to looking at it, 'cause I got to whomp this monkey twice or three times a day. I am non-stop fucking horny all the time, day and night. I'd do it more often if I didn't have to work."
"Hell." Jason said. "You, too, huh?"
"Yeah. Lisa never could keep up with me." Darryl had his cock out now, shit, Jason figured he was the hung one in this little family of four, but Darryl's was a match for his!
"Mona couldn't neither."
"So whack it if you need to."
Jason hesitated, then reached for his chinos' fly. Brought out his own cock, uncut but otherwise much like Darryl's own nine-inch prong.
"Man, that's mean looking one." Darryl admired Jason's dong.
"Yours isn't so bad either."
"Yeah, come on, whomp that big fucker, let me see its head."
Jason skinned back his foreskin with a practiced pull on his cock and the purplish head emerged.
"God, that's a thick plum you got there."
"You got a nice-looking strawberry yourself." Jason observed. Darryl's glans was a bright red color from the action of his hand on his pud, it did look like a strawberry sitting small-end-up on top of the large, cream-colored shaft.
Darryl scooted over so he was closer to Jason and stared down at Jason's prick. Jason took advantage of the nearness to grab Darryl's pud from him and yank it along with his own. Darryl didn't resist, he moaned and thrust his hips upwards to make it easier for Jason to pump him.
"Yeah, shit, get that over here and push it up against mine." Jason urged. "I want to jerk them together. Come on, yeah, like that, right up against mine. Nice and close, yeah!" Darryl's cock against his own felt so damned good, the warm shaft heating his own. He got his hand around the pair and began to pummel them both.
"Ah, ah, shit, ah!" Darryl moaned as Jason jacked them both. "This is so fucking hot! So fucking hot!"
"Aw, man, I can't take this any more!" Jason groaned. "If we're going to do this, let's go all the fucking way, man, all the fucking way!"
"Yeah, yeah!" panted Darryl. "Our bed, come on, let's get in our bed!"
He pulled himself away from Jason and led the way, Jason followed him, his cock pointing at that beautiful ass in those battered jeans.
They tore off their clothes in a haste that bordered on frenzy. Jason finished and saw Darryl's back was to him. Darryl had a lot of hair on his body, it not only adorned his chest, arms and legs, but he had hair on his back and his ass. Hairy ass. Shit, yeah, his cock sliding between those hairy cheeks, it would be nothing like fucking Mona's near-hairless cunt, nothing at all. And he wanted it more than he'd wanting anything in a hell of a long time!
Darryl didn't resist when Jason put his hands on Darryl's shoulders and pushed him toward the bed. He ended up lying face down on the bed and Jason moved to get in next to him, on his knees. His fingers went to his mouth to wet them and then he was probing into that hairy crevice. "Aw, man, that's like digging into a spider's web!" he commented. "I can't wait to get my cock in among all those lovely, lovely hairs, have them tickle me all over at once...."
"Lisa keeps trying to get me to do a full body shave."
"Don't do it. Love that hair, all of it, aw, man!" Jason found the anus and sent his wet fingertip into the sphincter's nexus and shoved down on it, hard.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh!" Darryl groaned at the thick finger dug into his ass. "Ah, ah, man!"
"Are you a virgin?"
"Yell, yeah, I'm a virgin!"
"Well, I'm going to take your cherry!"
"Your finger already has! Awwww, fuck!"
"I'm just getting you ready." Jason chuckled as the dug in the furry, furry depths. "Man, you got one hot ass! It's fucking sucking at my finger, pulling it in deeper!"
"Aw, man, it feels so fucking good in there!"
Jason probed Darryl's ass some more and then pulled his finger out, the suction Darryl gave him when he did that was almost painfully constrictive. "Now, you just keep that tight ass sucking in like that while I get some spit on my dick." He hawked a big wad of sputum and rubbed it on his dong. Another few of those and he had a greasy smear of it all over his prod. "Now get that butt up in the air for me, so I can fuck it."
Darryl moaned as he rose onto his hand and knees. That put his butt right up to Jason's prick-level. Jason guided his spit-covered man-missile to its target and those hairs felt like cotton candy does to the fingertips when you pull it from the cone. Tickly-prickly, but soft-soft-soft!
He pushed the glans in, with some difficulty, but then Darryl grunted and his butt sucked at Jason's cock just like it had his finger. That made penetrating the rest of the way damned easy.
"Ah, shit, your ass is so fucking tight!" he groaned.
"Man, it feels like you stuck a baseball bat up my ass!"
"You want me to stop?"
"Hell, no! Fuck me, man, fuck me hard!"
"You got it, man!" Jason began to thrust at Darryl's butt. Darryl moaned and began to move his ass backwards to meet Jason's cock at each jab into him. Darryl threw his head up and moaned like a hound-dog with a sore toenail!
"Ah, fuck, yeah!" Jason grunted as he fucked that marvelously sweet butt. "Uh, huh, uh, yeah, damn, yeah, hot, fucking, ass, man, God, yeah, love, it, love, that, ass!"
"Come on, yeah, uh, heah, yeah, uh, huh, yeah, uh, ah, ah, ah!" Darryl groaned, lowered his upper body to press one cheek against the pillow beneath.
"Ah, ah, shit, ah, I'm, coming, man, I'm coming!" panted Jason.
"Yeah, shoot it, come on, ah, ah, uh!"
"Coming, yeah, ah, hah, ah!"
"Uh, huh, uh, huh!"
"Ah, hah, hah!"
"UH-UH-HUH-UH!"
"AH-HAH-AH-AH!"
"HAHHHH-GUHHHHHHH!"
"AHHHH-CHUHHHHH!"
As Jason squirted his jizz into Darryl's ass, Darryl sprayed the bedsheet beneath him, the smell of hot man-juice filled the air and Jason humped Darryl's butt while he squirted and when done, slumped and sagged onto Darryl's body. Darryl slid down onto the bed flat, with Jason atop him and their sweat mingled with the smell of the shot spunk which coated the bed and dribbled out of Darryl's ass around Jason's cock still imbedded in the hairy butt. Jason gave him a few more soft fuck-motions, more in remembrance than passion, and sighed in exhausted relief. "Damn, that felt good!"
"It sure as hell did." Darryl agreed.
"So what the fuck we going to do about dinner?"
"I'll call for a pizza. Meat lover's okay?"
"Sounds fucking good to me."
With half a large pizza in his stomach, Jason felt damned good, revitalized. He proved it by putting his hand on Darryl's hairy leg. "You ready for another round?"
"Born ready." Darryl agreed. "But this time, it's my turn."
Both men were only wearing jerseys and shorts, the degree of decency it takes to open the door for the pizza man (it had been a girl, actually), and Darryl pushed Jason back onto the couch and skinned the shorts off him in a single smooth motion.
"Get up here and I'll lube you up." Jason offered.
Darryl shucked his own shorts and got astraddle of Jason's chest and fed him his cock. Jason took that thick cock with little skill but a lot of energetic verve, and Darryl didn't complain as Jason worked a hard suction while he slathered his tongue over the hard dong.
"Ah, uh, ah!" Darryl moaned. "Man, you suck so damned good, I may just settle for this."
"The hell you will!" Jason said. "You promised me an ass-ramming, and you're going to deliver!"
"Ah, ah, hah, then you better stop sucking me! Ah, fuck!" Darryl pulled his cock, shiny-grey with saliva, away from Jason's lips. His hands caught Jason's legs and lifted them up as he scooted down and now he was in position to drive that slimy prong right up Jason's ass.
Jason moaned as that strawberry-glans kissed his sphincter. "Awwww, fuck, yeah, come on, give it to me, give it to me!"
"Here it is!" Darryl shoved at Jason's butt, hard!
Jason howled as the prod tore into him. Aw, fuck, that hurt, hurt like hell! "Awww, ow, ow, owwww!" he groaned.
"Damn, you're tight!"
"Fuck, man, you're tearing me in half!"
"God, you're so tight!"
"Aw, man, you're killing me, fucking killing me!"
"Ah, ah, ahhhhh!" Darryl sighed. "That's got all of it in you, man!"
"Oh, shit, how did you take my cock if it's this big?" Jason groaned.
"You wussing out on me?"
"Huh, uh, hell, no!" Jason groaned. "I can take anything you can, give it to me, you hung horse of a man, make me spray it like I did you!"
Darryl began to fuck Jason's ass, and Jason howled again. Damn, that hurt! But he wasn't giving up, hell no! After a time, his body didn't hurt so much, and that hunk of dong up his butt was actually beginning to feel good. He moaned and reached up to hold onto Darryl's jersey as Darryl humped his butt, oh, damn, it was better now with the angle slightly changed! A hell of a lot better!
His butt was on fire, but this fire was the fire of delight! He moaned and clutched at Darryl's back, his fingers caught hold and dug in.
"Ah, shit, man, fuck!" Darryl winced as he felt Jason's fingernails biting through the thin jersey into his flesh.
"Come on, fuck me harder, faster, man!" Jason panted. "Come on, drive it in me, harder, faster!"
"Ah, yeah, man, yeah!" Darryl began to ram Jason's ass, moving his body in rapid, rabbit-like motions.
"Ah, uh, uh, huh, uh!" Jason thrashed in Darryl's embrace as that cock sparked a whole universe of passion in his body. He'd never felt like this before. It was like his ass was sending sensations straight through the pleasure center of his brain, every move Darryl made was sheer, raw ecstasy.
"Ah, ah, I'm coming, man, I'm coming!" Darryl panted.
"Me, too, give it to me, fuck me hard, harder, damn it, harder!" Jason grunted.
"Oh, oh, oh, I'm coming now, OH-OH-OH!"
"Yeah, man, ah-ah-ah-AH-AH-AHHHHHH!"
"Coming, AHH-HUAGGHHH!"
"KUH-HUHNNNKKKHHH!"
"Oh, oh, shit, shit, oh, oh, shit!"
"Uhhhhhhh, huhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh!"
"Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!"
"Good, man, damned, good!"
"Damned good!"
"What the fuck time is it?" Jason asked.
Darryl could see the clock where he was. "Eight thirty."
"Pregzilla and Pregodon won't be home for another four hours."
"Yeah. You want to go to bed now?" Darryl asked.
"Nah, let's watch some more television."
"Sure. I just want you to fuck me again before we go to sleep."
"Damn, you really are non-stop horny." Jason marveled.
"Sure am. You got a problem with that?"
"No problem at all."
"You really want to watch television?"
"Hell, no! Let's get to bed. We won't get any peace and quiet when the double preggers get back. Have to make the nighttimes count."
"That's for damned sure."
THE END
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