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"About twenty-two weeks, we think. Hard to be sure though."
My pregnant son was sitting at the plain brown table that came with our apartment in Green Lake, across from Seth, one of our new neighbors. I'd just made both of them some tea and was leaning on the kitchen counter. Adam was glowing, as always, and I'd given him a load already this morning. And Seth was -- stunning. He was probably a few years older than me, with a tight, lean swimmer's body. Dark fur stuck out from his sleeves and collar, and his beard had grey patches. On the seat next to him was a baby carrier where his 5-month-old son slept peacefully.
I was glad to have the opportunity to make a new friend. The concrete barracks where we'd been housed when we came to Green Lake were grey and uniform, not very comforting, and it was good to get to know someone who had been through a similar upheaval recently. Seth and his (older) sons, Noah and James, had only been living here a little under a year, coming from Oklahoma. As he explained, they'd decided to make it a permanent home, even after the baby was born, so their stuff was arriving in shipments every weekend, all paid for by the military. It was a great deal that had been offered to me and Adam as well, but we were uneasy -- all our friends and my work were back in Dallas, and we weren't ready to commit yet. But being here at least through the birth made the most sense. Specialized medical teams who had dealt with every male pregnancy so far to come out of the Midwest were standing by to prepare us for the delivery and help out on the day of.
Suddenly there was a noise -- gurgling, movement. The baby, named Harry, had woken up and started to whine a bit.
"Ah, it never stops," Seth said with a big, handsome smile. "Sounds like someone's hungry." He leaned over and lifted Harry gingerly to his chest. He was indeed upset about something, fists jerking in the air and wide-eyed. "Do you two mind if I...?" Seth said, bringing his fingers to the top button of his shirt.
Did we mind? Adam and I looked on transfixed in wonder as Seth undid his shirt and worked it over one shoulder enough to expose his hairy, developed pecs and pronounced nipple. Henry nestled into the exposed patch of his father's furry chest and began to nurse. I felt the blood rush to my cock.
"Wow," said Adam, simply.
"Amazing, isn't it? For me too, even though I'm used to it now."
"It's like a miracle."
Seth beamed. "Just you wait! Soon enough you'll be in the same spot." My dick twitched again. Seth continued, "That's the other reason I wanted to stop by, besides just welcoming you. It would be natural to be nervous about the delivery, and I know the doctors will tell you plenty about the details of what to expect, but -- I mean -- if you have any questions at all, please know that I'm here and I'm more than willing to talk about anything. We're right down the road at 402."
"Thanks so much, that means a lot. Actually, I feel like I should be more nervous than I am. Must be some extra calming hormone surge or something," Adam joked.
"Oh yeah, that will happen," Seth said seriously, slowly rocking Harry. "And the last week or so... well, let's just say I stayed in heat the whole time. A desperate need for cum. Wore Noah out, which isn't easy to do." Noah, Seth's oldest son, was also the father of his child. "In fact, we had to have a few other guys come over to keep me calm."
"You mean, you let other guys fuck you? And Noah was okay with that?"
"More than okay -- they were mostly friends he's made here. Hard to be jealous when his baby's inside me."
Adam gave me a knowing smile -- we'd both felt the same way after what had happened with Dr. Ray.
"If you don't mind, Seth," I chimed in, "can you tell us about how you realized it was, um, go time? I've been curious until we speak to the doctors about it."
"Oh yeah of course." His face lit up as he remembered. "The contractions... they're not exactly painful, but they are intense. Like involuntary cramps, or spasms, but also... like a wave of warmth. It's totally unmistakable, you'll know. The doctors probably told you, eventually they run together and it becomes a sort of continuous orgasm. For me, it was probably 4 hours start to finish, but I think that can vary a lot."
Adam had his hands on his belly, slowly rubbing it.
Someone knocked at the door. Adam made a move to stand but I motioned for him to stay and walked to the hall myself. Waiting there uncomfortably was a tall, lean, athletic teenager with unkempt curly hair almost low enough to cover his eyes, wearing gym shorts and a tank top wet with sweat. He looked to be a couple of years older than Adam, and was staring into the house curiously.
"Um hi, is my dad here?"
"You must be Noah -- come on in," I said, stepping aside.
"Thanks." He proceeded impatiently into the kitchen. "Dad, Jim said you might be here."
"Yes, you remember seeing Evan and his son Adam moving in the other day -- I thought I'd come introduce myself."
"Uh-huh. Nice to meet you." Noah was clearly distracted. He went to stand behind his father and tapped him on the shoulder. "Dad..."
Seth handed the baby to my son with a knowing look and stood up from his chair, leaning forward to brace himself against the table with both hands. "Sorry gentlemen but if you'll excuse us quickly -- Noah runs cross country, and -- oh! umph...."
Behind him, Noah had swiftly and deftly reached around his father's waist to unbutton his pants, and jerked them down behind with one pull. Then he had unceremoniously pulled down the front of his own gym shorts, fished out an impressively large, half-rigid cock, and plunged it into his father to the hilt. It was exactly as normal and instinctive as if he had walked up to a urinal to take a piss.
Seth continued, as his son began hunching forward into him with short, powerful thrusts: "Mmmm... sometimes after practice he needs relief pretty... oh, mm.... pretty quickly." Noah's face transformed as he humped into his dad: from almost bored, to a kind of open-mouthed, confused expression, and finally blank determination as he gave one final thrust, held inside, and grunted rhythmically, pulsing his seed into his own dad's manpussy. He remained clenched to his dad's waist for just a few more seconds before pulling out as matter-of-factly as he had inserted himself, with a dazed and satiated grin. "Thanks dad," he said calmly, before tucking his wet penis back into his shorts and running out awkwardly without another word.
Seth looked up, red-faced himself, and re-buttoned his pants. "Sometimes with just us guys around.... Well, we're more open here about needing to get off," Seth said, taking the baby back. "And... I haven't told many others around here yet, but you may as well know: I have a second one coming." Seth patted his belly with one hand, rocking Harry with the other. "Just found out a week ago. I think it makes Noah a bit possessive. But I can feel it: his younger brother's the father of this one."
That night I fucked Adam slowly, in our favorite position: me spooning him from behind, with one hand on his cock and one hand cupping his growing belly, while I fed him slow, strong strokes of my cock deep into his womb. I kissed his neck and whispered: "Did you like seeing Noah's big cock today baby?"
"Yeah daddy I did... I did, daddy..."
He'd started calling me "daddy" again, and what can I say? It turned me on even more.
"Your daddy's gonna own your tight little pussy just like that even after this baby's out of you.... All day, son...."
"Mmmmm.... Yeah daddy... yeah! Don't stop... oh! Oh! Daddy!" He was cumming again. I stopped thrusting and held him close and felt his penis jerk in my hand as he clenched down on my invading cock and whimpered. Then I began humping him again, slowly, before resuming my normal pace. He turned back to me with a gasp, his face sweaty as he kissed me passionately. Then he bent his face back to the pillow with a moan as I sank in past the twitching nub of his prostate.
"Dad... I think he's kicking... our son is kicking!" He groaned. I thought I could feel it too -- just a slight flutter deep in my son's belly. That set me off, and I held Adam close and tight as I thrust into him one last time and emptied my balls. I shuddered coming down, then I brought my fingers to his stretched hole and gently massaged it.
A few days later, we had our first appointment at the Green Lake Pregnancy Center.
We had settled in well in the Green Lake barracks, with enough belongings transferred to tide us over until Adam gave birth. Along with Seth and his sons, we had met a few other local families, and Adam had started classes at the local school without incident. I was struck by how many families in the town were similar to ours: I mean, fathers, sons, uncles, all kinds of male blood relatives who had developed a strong attraction to each other at some point after the Crisis, begun sleeping together, and then discovered one or more of them had been impregnated. But not everyone was in that position. There were two gay couples who lived nearby who'd been together for years, then suddenly realized one of them was pregnant. Regardless of their individual circumstances, everyone in the community was bound together and there was a strong sense of neighborly camaraderie. Several of the men we'd met had mentioned that we should look forward to meeting Dr. Stevens, the doctor who ran the local clinic and managed most of the town's pregnancies and births.
As we entered the Center, we were greeted by a friendly receptionist named Carlos. He was surprisingly muscular -- really almost a bodybuilder's physique -- with bulging shoulders and a thick neck. His tight body was interrupted only by the unmistakable bulge of a pregnancy jutting out from his belly at about the level of the desk where he sat, handing us some introductory paperwork to fill in. And the intake nurse, who was a bit older and leaner but no less strikingly fit, was clearly pregnant too, though not quite as far along. He took Adam's weight and blood pressure before asking some simple questions to prepare us to see the doctor. But I couldn't help inquiring about the pregnancy.
"Looks like you have one coming along too?" I said, with a nod.
He blushed. "That's right! About four months we think. My first."
"That's great. You must live here in the town too." I paused, unsure how to phrase my next question. "Is... is the father involved? I mean, the other father?"
Adam piped up, with the mysterious intuitive knowledge he seemed to have gained in pregnancy: "Dad -- I think Dr. Stevens is the father."
The nurse smiled knowingly with a chuckle. "Yes, that's right. For both me and Carlos -- we're bearing Dr. Stevens' sons."
I blushed at the thought of a doctor who had knocked up his entire staff, imagining a hulking, virile stud. So when he came in a few minutes later I was surprised to see a tall, very thin, pale and redheaded young man -- no older than 32. The nurse gave him a loving but somewhat unprofessional peck on the cheek before leaving him alone with us, and after shaking my hand, he didn't look up for a few minutes while he silently read Adam's chart on his tablet. He was handsome in a soft, warm kind of way, with a full beard, and he spoke with a calming bass voice when he finally addressed us. His questions were straightforward enough, and he took his time with the physical examination, making sure Adam was comfortable as he spread his legs to make sure there was no discomfort or other irregularity around Adam's anus. Then he sat back down.
"Gentlemen -- I don't need to tell you that we're still learning a lot about these pregnancies and there's still plenty we don't know. But Adam, from everything I can tell, you are progressing beautifully and are in perfect health. Let's follow up in a month, but of course reach out before then if you have any questions or if you start to experience any discomfort or pain. At our next appointment we can talk a bit more about the delivery and how to prepare for it. Does that sound good?"
Adam smiled and agreed, cheerful and glowing.
"Good," said Dr. Stevens. "Now Adam, why don't you go back to the front desk and schedule something with Carlos? I'd like to chat with your dad here for a bit if you don't mind..."
I interrupted: "Doctor, I'm sure Adam can hear anything you have to say to me."
But Adam piped up: "It's okay Dad, I don't mind! I want to talk to Carlos anyway." With that, he got dressed, winked at me, and left the room.
"That was nice of you to say, Evan, but I do sometimes like to get the impregnating father alone, especially if he's also a blood relative of the bearer." Dr. Stevens cleared his throat and looked at the door, as if to make sure no one was coming in.
"First, I have a lot of guys ask whether there's a risk of genetic issues in the children, given the number of close relatives we have mating at Green Lake. The answer is, not from what we've seen so far. We're still working it out, but it looks like the human body is ahead of us on that and somehow manages to minimize the risk by introducing new genetic material."
"I admit I had been wondering that too. Sorry Doctor, I'm not an expert, but `new' genetic material? What does that mean?"
"It's a good question, we're not quite sure. In fact it's the subject of a separate study we're running called Project Helix. No need to decide now, and it's totally optional, but if you and Adam are interested, we're recruiting couples from Green Lake for it. I can send you materials, but nothing would be invasive -- more just monitoring and taking genetic samples from you both and the baby when it comes." He handed me a pamphlet with two men in labcoats smiling on the front panel.
"My next point is a little more delicate. I'm sure you've noticed that as his pregnancy develops, Adam's.... sexual needs have grown as well."
"Yes, he's been hornier than usual."
"Right, that's what I mean. It will only get more pronounced as the delivery gets closer. I always like to prepare the impregnating father for it. In particular, what I've noticed in all my patients so far is that the need for sexual relief becomes more and more specifically connected to... well, the size of the top's genitals, to put it frankly. Whether because the anus is expanding to accommodate the birth or for some other reason, pregnant males appear to need quite large penises to satisfy the late-pregnancy demands of their bodies. I only mention it because, depending on the size of your own endowment, you may even need to reach out to others in the community to help."
"I see. Well, thanks for letting me know, Doctor -- I'll of course check in with Adam about it, but..."
"Good, good. I just want to make sure you're aware. Some couples are sensitive about it, and no one likes to feel inadequate. But if Adam doesn't receive the satisfaction he will need, the stress could even affect the pregnancy." Dr. Stevens paused for a moment. "And it may not be a problem at all. In fact, while I have you here, I'd be happy to examine your penis. I may be able to predict whether it will be sufficient. I'm happy to disrobe as well if that would make you more comfortable."
"Of course, Doctor, that makes sense. Thanks for taking the time." Nothing surprised me anymore. I stood up and unbuttoned my chinos as he did the same. I admit it felt good to air out my cock a little as I pulled my pants down to my knees -- something about discussing Adam's pregnancy always gave me at least a semi. My hairy penis stood out from my balls in the examining room.
Dr. Stevens had lowered his pants as well and parted the white jacket he wore, and I suddenly understood why he was popular with his staff. Out from his modest ginger bush stood a remarkably long and thick cock, totally disproportionate to his thinner frame, and his heavy balls, at least the size of jumbo eggs, swung low underneath it. He stepped closer and our cocks touched briefly before he reached out to hold mine, examining it with a neutral expression. He gave it a gentle squeeze as it filled out some more and got closer to being fully hard.
He said, "Ah yes, good. Well, you don't need to worry about it after all. I'm sure I don't need to tell you that your penis is much, much larger than average. In fact, do you mind if I measure it quickly, to be precise for our records? It may be that your endowment could be of use to other couples in the community."
"I don't mind at all, Doctor. I see you're, um, endowed yourself." While he rummaged in a drawer for a tape measure, I continued: "Do you ever provide... relief to your patients?"
"On occasion I do," he said, chuckling a little. "It's not ideal from a medical ethics perspective of course, but we're on the vanguard of medicine here after all. And the community is still pretty small: only so many men are capable of providing the satisfaction our birthers need."
He presented a tailor's measuring tape and swiftly took my measurements. "Looks like just over 8 inches long -- 8.4 to be exact. And..." -- he wrapped the tape around my cock at its midpoint -- "6.5 inches in girth. Not quite the biggest in Green Lake, but I'd say you're in the top 5, Evan. It's quite a gift." He paused. "Would you be willing to let me add you to our Top Registry? Basically, a list of men in the community who can help to inseminate birthing males in the last week or two before delivery? It would be a real service to Green Lake and a favor to me personally. Feel free to take some time to think it over."
"Thanks, Doctor. Let me discuss with Adam and I'll let you know."
"Of course. Adam is a lucky boy." He put the tape measure away and made a quick note on the pad he'd left on the table. Then he came back closer to me, made eye contact, and held our penises together without a word. His was longer than mine, I'd guess by about a full inch, but about the same girth. I sensed an unmistakable and very powerful masculine energy, and a deep sense of peace and bonding between us, as we slowly breathed in sync together and I felt the pulse of his heartbeat through his cock.
At that moment, Adam walked back in the room without knocking. "Hey Dad, Carlos says ---" He paused, clearly awestruck at the sight of the two hung men gently frotting in front of him. His hand involuntarily moved to his crotch and his mouth stood half-open. Dr. Stevens stood back, unfazed, and hiked his pants up to cover his manhood.
"Apologies, Adam, your father and I were just finishing up."