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Characters (with approximate ages)
Evan -- Narrator, 44, Adam's father (top)
Adam -- 15, Evan's son (bottom)
Seth -- a neighbor in Green Lake, early 50s (bottom)
Noah -- Seth's oldest son, 16 (top)
James -- Seth's second son, 13
Harry -- Seth and Noah's son, 8 months
Nikos -- a neighbor in Green Lake, late 30s (top)
Alex -- Nikos's brother, mid-30s (bottom)
Dr. Stevens -- head of the Green Lake clinic, 31 (top)
Carlos -- a receptionist and nurse at the clinic, late 20s (bottom)
Ray -- 46, college friend of Evan's, working as an OB/GYN in Texas (top)
"Though meteorologists have insisted we should remain cautious and not become overoptimistic, radiation levels over Toronto appear to have diminished over the last week for the first time in several years, in an exciting development..."
I was casually watching the news, splayed on our couch in my pajama pants; Adam, in just a t-shirt, had fallen asleep facing me in my lap, with my semi-hard cock still inside him; beside the end table, in a small portable crib, our two-week-old son dozed peacefully. A pale morning light came through the blinds at an angle, catching the steam rising off my coffee and warming everything it touched, while somewhere nearby I heard a neighbor's sprinkler system starting up. The world outside was still scary as ever, but all felt calm and simple for us as the daylight made its way into our home.
I couldn't help gently gripping Adam's waist as he nestled a bit closer to my chest hair. But I didn't want to wake him: the last few weeks had been like a marathon, and we were still recovering. As his breathing slowed again, I thought back over all that had happened, still amazed that it had resulted in the new life sleeping just a few feet away.
But I should start a bit further back, because what Dr. Stevens had told us when he took us back to his office during our last appointment before the birth became important later on. It had to do with Project Helix.
After we'd gotten dressed, we sat together in Dr. Stevens' office at his desk. He gathered his thoughts, then began.
"Thanks for joining me here, gentlemen, and for being willing to consider helping us with what we've been calling Project Helix. To start with the bottom line, participating in the project doesn't take much. Basically, we'd ask you and your new child to contribute genetic samples shortly after the birth, and help us collect samples from... some other men, to the extent possible. This can be as simple as a cheek swab or hair plucking."
He continued, "That much is simple enough. But you deserve to know why we're interested.
"As you already know, the radiation we're still dealing with from the Crisis not only caused many deaths, it also led to physiological and psychological changes in communities all over the world. Most of the remaining women have gathered in colonies, and the truth is I know very little about their structure or even where most of them are. My best guess -- and this is pure speculation, boys -- is that they are spontaneously reproducing. Meanwhile, of course, men have developed their own reproductive abilities.
"Early on, we performed rigorous analysis of all infants produced by two men together, and noticed something unusual about their genetics -- only 85-90% of the newborns' genetic makeup could be traced to their fathers. The rest was somehow foreign."
Adam and I made eye contact.
"Maybe you've already guessed where this is going. It appears that pregnant males can and do continue to absorb DNA from other sex partners' semen throughout the pregnancy, and the fetus incorporates small amounts of this DNA as it develops."
I cleared my throat. "Doctor, are you saying that... the other men who have had sex with Adam might add their DNA to mine in our son?" I started going through the list in my head -- my buddy Ray, Noah... were there others? And all the men I had fucked as part of my service on the Top Registry... would some part of me show up in all those men's children?
Dr. Stevens nodded. "That's right. Only a small amount -- you and Adam together will still make up the majority of your son's genetic heritage. The father who first causes the pregnancy seems to always contribute the most.
"We don't know exactly how or why this takes place, but it has the effect of lessening the likelihood of genetic defects that might otherwise show up in newborns due to the high rate of incestuous couplings we've noticed, and of course the general radiation risk we all live with now. Somehow the body is making up for this risk by bringing in DNA from all possible sources. We think this might also explain the curious lack of jealousy in male partnerships and eagerness of pregnant males to mate with many additional tops."
"Wow," said Adam. "So Doctor -- for example -- do babies from men you've inseminated show up with red hair, even if their primary fathers aren't redheads?"
I raised an eyebrow. Dr. Stevens blushed. "It's usually more subtle than that, but yes, I suppose that would be possible."
"So Doctor..." I spoke up, "How exactly can we help?"
"Yes," said Dr. Stevens, clearing his throat. "Well, we'd like genetic samples from you both and the baby soon after birth. That's simple enough. But ideally, we'd also collect samples from any man who's inseminated Adam during his pregnancy. That helps us measure the relative proportions of each man's DNA in the resulting child, and understand more how the process works. Many men will already be in our database if they're here at Green Lake, but others can be harder to make contact with.
"No need to commit now, any help is appreciated. But do think about it before the birth -- you'll be busy enough after."
In the car ride on the way home, Adam seemed a bit quiet.
"What's up buddy? Still processing everything?"
"Yeah..." said Adam. "I don't know, Dad -- I feel like I should be more weirded out than I am. But in a way it's nice, isn't it? It's like everyone in Green Lake... sort of shares fatherhood in a way."
"I feel the same way. After all, you and Noah have a close bond now. It sort of makes sense that he'll be part of our child too, even if just a small part."
"Yeah, I mean, it's not just Noah, Dad..."
"Right, there's Ray too." My buddy from back in Texas, the OB/GYN who had first examined Adam. "I wonder how we'll explain to him that we need some of his hair. I haven't spoken to him since we left."
"Right..." said Adam. "And Dad... there are a few other guys. From school."
"Oh yeah?" I turned to look at him at a stop sign. "I see." My cock started to inflate in my thin chino shorts, and he noticed. "We can talk more about that when we're back home, son. I want to hear all about it...."
He smirked and rolled his eyes. "Okay Dad."
We rode in silence for a moment.
"You know Adam, we haven't talked about it in a while, but we really do need to decide on a name. It's almost time to bring this kid into the world."
"I keep thinking about `Mark' -- granddad's name."
"Huh -- I didn't know that was on our list."
"Just occurred to me a couple of days ago."
"I kind of like it," I said, turning onto the street of grey barracks that had strangely started to feel homey. After all, my dad had been a military man. "I mean - your granddad would have thought all of this was pretty weird, to say the least. But I think he'd be proud in his own way."
"Okay... Mark it is," Adam said, smiling over at me. As we pulled into our driveway, I lay a hand on his belly and thought I felt a kick.
That Thursday, around 1 PM, I got the text from Adam at school: "It's time, it's happening."
"Be right there" I texted back.
We had known the time would be coming soon. For a few days, Adam had been in a kind of peaceful, distracted haze, restlessly grabbing at my dick at all hours and insisting on taking more cum. One night, after I'd given him 8 or 9 loads, I actually started to run dry, and we invited Noah over for a few rounds -- they fucked in the bed next to me as I lay half-asleep, Adam's satisfied grunts growing more and more with every orgasm. As Dr. Stevens had predicted, Adam's appetite for anything but dick had disappeared. He said he wanted to keep going to school as long as he could, though I doubted he could really learn anything and wondered whether he was just hoping to be able to take more cock in between classes.
Still, when I got the text, it was a bit of a jolt. I immediately excused myself from a video call with the employees who were running ground operations for me back in Texas, grabbed our overnight duffel bag, and ran out the door.
When I got to Adam's school -- really no more than a small central building surrounded by trailer classrooms -- the receptionist saw me coming, gave me a nod and smile, and without a word waved me through to the hallway I knew led to the principal's office. As I approached, I heard Adam moaning and felt the blood rushing to my cock. I opened the door to find Adam leaning back in an office chair, legs raised and spread, a look of concentration on his face. The school principal, Art Jackson, had lowered his suit pants and was humping into him missionary-style. Art was a barrel-chested guy with an impressive bushy mustache. I had only seen him fully-clothed at parent-teacher events before, and it was quite a sight to witness him steadily forcing his thick, extremely hairy cock into my son's boypussy with rhythmic thrusts.
"Dad!" Adam cried, voice breaking as his body shook from another thrust.
Art dismounted and turned to face me, and I saw he looked sweaty and exhausted.
"Phew! Glad you're here buddy. Been trying to keep him happy but I have work to do! Already jizzed in him once!" He laughed. "Seriously, congratulations. His contractions are still at least a half hour apart, but you should get him to the clinic ASAP."
Adam looked at me with a panicky need. "We don't need to leave just yet Dad, we have time." He looked down from my eyes to my crotch, where my cock was tenting my pants.
I felt an animal need boil up in me -- my pulse was pounding and it felt like my cock was on fire. Adam's prone posture; his hard penis leaking all over his rounded belly, and the slightly puffed out pecs full of milk above it; his lightly furred boy hole, shiny still from the sex with Art; and his wide-eyed desperate horny stare; everything was calling me to fuck him then and there. We had made love that very morning twice. But I knew time was short, and Dr. Stevens had warned us the pace of birth could be unpredictable.
"You know I want to, buddy, but we gotta go. This baby is coming."
After we threw some gym shorts on Adam, we were making our way out to the car when Adam stopped and moaned, bending over slightly and holding his stomach. "Fuck, Dad... it's... oooohhhh..." At first he sounded uncomfortable, but his groan suddenly gave way to a gasp of deep pleasure. "Daddy... I'm cumming!" He grunted as I lay a hand on his shoulder and felt him warmly vibrating. He panted, then his breathing slowed slightly and we continued. That happened twice more as we drove to the clinic, his legs trembling with the overwhelming orgasms that took his tight hairy body with force.
After that, my memories start to run together: Adam waddling down the clinic hallway to the birthing room, contractions coming only minutes apart; holding Adam's hand and kissing his forehead as Dr. Stevens and the nurses arrived one by one, stripping naked for the event of birth; the look of sheer ecstasy on Adam's face as his body shook and his legs spread, contractions running together by the end; the room full of nude men, all fully erect, gathered around the bed; and Adam, turning to look me straight in the eye with surprise and gratitude, mouth open, as he gave the final pushes that brought our son, Mark, into the world.
Sometime later, after the nurses had cleaned up and run the normal initial diagnostics, Adam and Mark were sleeping soundly as Dr. Stevens and I looked on nearby.
"That went very smoothly, and all Mark's tests look great. I'm excited for the three of you," Dr. Stevens said quietly.
"Thanks Doctor. And thanks to the whole staff here. You know, I went through this once -- with Adam himself. Still remember those days. But this feels different."
"The world's changed, Evan. We're doing what we can now, but even for me, I wouldn't say it feels `normal' just yet."
We stood in silence for a few moments, then he spoke again.
"Before I forget -- we can use the blood samples we already took from Mark for the tests for the genetic analysis for project Helix. I'll have the nurse come in a moment to take some from you and Adam as well. Do put some thought into getting additional samples -- we'll send you home with some kits."
"Will do. Any other advice for us?"
"Like you say, you've taken care of a newborn once before. I think it'll be pretty intuitive, but of course just call us or come in if anything seems off." He shifted and looked over, as if to make sure Adam was still asleep. "But actually, there is one thing... it's a little delicate, but you should know. From what we can tell, men who've just given birth won't be able to get pregnant again for 4-6 months. Then they'll start to have regular heat cycles again. It seems like you impregnated Adam during his very first heat, so you won't have experienced the normal cycle, but it happens three or four times a year usually."
"I see."
He continued: "Now... and I only say this because it's come up with other couples... When Adam first starts to go into heat again, you may find yourself reluctant to get him pregnant so soon after the first. And there are birth control options we can provide, all free of charge of course. But in my experience, bottoms can be very insistent and stubborn when they want another child. You may have the best of intentions, but they know their bodies."
"Interesting. I hadn't even thought about a second yet..."
"Exactly, that's normal. But here's my word of warning. When the time comes, if Adam wants another child, even if you think it's too soon, be ready." He looked me in the eye and said very slowly: "If he wants to get pregnant again, and you won't give him what he needs, he'll find someone else who will."
He continued: "As you know, jealousy isn't much of an issue here in Green Lake, but even so, I have seen it stretch the limits for some couples. I encourage you to give it some thought."
I thanked him, and after another few moments, he left to check on other patients.
Now, resting with Adam back home only a couple of weeks later, the whole birth already seemed so far away, like a vivid dream. Mark was fussy but not overly so, and Adam and I had settled into a fairy regular napping and feeding schedule with him, as if attuned to some natural nesting instinct together.
I took another sip of coffee as the neighbor's sprinkler system died down and all was silent again except the soft noise of the news report. But then the doorbell rang.
Adam stirred and my cock slipped out of him as he looked up sleepily. "Hm?" I heard Mark shift in his bed too, and the first murmurs of what could either become a simple babble or crying.
"It's fine baby, stay here," I said, shifting Adam onto the couch next to me and tucking my dick into my pajama pants. On the way to the front door, I turned off the television.
I opened it to find none other than Ray. I hadn't seen him since he referred us to the military after examining Adam back in Texas. He looked about the same, if a little tired, and standing next to him was a slim boy of about 13.
"Well Ev, you'll never guess why I'm here," he chuckled. "Let me introduce my nephew, Liam."