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Characters (with approximate ages)
Evan Wilson -- Narrator, 44, Adam's father (top)
Adam -- 15, Evan's son (bottom)
Mark -- Adam and Evan's infant son
Seth Davis -- 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 infant son
Nikos Makris -- 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 Fletch -- 46, college friend of Evan's, working as an OB/GYN in Texas (top)
Liam -- 13, Ray's nephew (bottom)
"You can just toss those in the cooler!" I shouted from the grill, gesturing with my tongs over to the other side of the deck. Ray was holding a 24-pack of cheap beer over his head triumphantly; Liam, standing shyly behind him, held a bag of hot dog buns. As they walked past me, Liam said, "Thanks for having us, Mr. Wilson!"
"For the last time, just call me Evan!" He winked at me from over his shoulder and I noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear under his tiny blue gym shorts. I shook my head.
Adam and I were hosting a grill-out at an old community center on the base. The building had been some kind of all-purpose meeting hall, with a large gathering room on the first floor that could double as a basketball court, simple catering facilities, and conference rooms upstairs. In the back yard, where we were gathered, a few fixed grills and picnic tables had been set up near a deck overlooking one bank of a large pond. The building hadn't gotten much use by Green Lake's new inhabitants, but it was bigger than the barracks and had everything we needed for a low-key get-together.
Near the pond, under the shade of a couple of thick oak trees, Adam and Seth were sitting close together and talking in some fold-out camping chairs we had brought, both shirtless. They made quite a contrast -- Adam's lightly hairy adolescent chest next to Seth's much denser salt-and-pepper pelt of fur -- but they had something in common: the infants nursing in their laps, Mark at Adam's and Seth's newborn son, only a few weeks old, at his. Several other Green Lake families were spread around the yard, chatting and getting to know one another over the buzz of the late-afternoon crickets and soft guitar music coming from a portable speaker Seth had brought.
Ray came behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Let me get a burger" he said.
"Sure thing stud, coming right up." I flipped one that was already cooking.
"This was a great idea, Evan, it's been so nice out the past week but it'll cool off soon, good to get out here while we can."
"Yeah, we lucked out with the weather," I said, before taking the patty off the grill and slipping it onto the bun Ray held out on his plate. "And listen, I'm not trying to make a big deal out of it, but Adam and I also wanted to do something to celebrate... "
"What's that?" Ray asked. "Don't tell me you already knocked him up again."
"Not yet," I laughed, "been trying though..." I glanced over at Adam and we briefly made eye contact. "No, actually - we decided last week to make the move to Green Lake permanent. We were waiting until after the birth to finalize it, but no doubt in our minds it's the right decision. Our stuff should be arriving the day after tomorrow from our place in Texas. So we thought it'd be nice to have sort of a... welcoming party for ourselves, I guess."
"Hey listen, that's great!" Ray raised his beer to toast mine, and we both took a few sips. "Really, glad to hear it. You've been a big help getting me settled here. And Liam of course. I have to say, I can understand wanting to wait, but Liam and I decided basically on day one that we were going to make our life here. I can't get enough of it, man. Like summer camp full of horny, handsome men. Half of them walking around with more men growing inside `em. I've never had more sex in my life."
"Yep, hard to complain. And technically we're performing a service, right? Repopulating after the Crisis?" I shifted some hot dogs around on the grill. "I'm glad you'll be here too Ray -- the Clinic was great for me and Adam, but more men are arriving all the time and it'll be good to have another doctor around."
"Managed my first delivery last week. The Garrisons, you must know them -- it was Don Garrison who had twins, he's not sure who the primary father is."
"Yeah, I've heard he gets around." I chuckled and closed the grill. "Listen, can you watch this for a minute? I need to go grab some more patties and toppings from inside." He agreed and I stepped away, walking toward the small first-floor kitchen off the main room of the center and nodding to some guys who had just arrived.
As I closed the industrial fridge door and turned around, packages in hand, I was startled by James Davis, Noah's younger brother, standing nervously in the doorframe between the small back closet with the refrigerator and the rest of the kitchen. He was much slimmer and shorter than Noah, with close-cropped black hair on his head but not much elsewhere, and he was wearing a slightly oversized t-shirt with the logo of some video game over a pair of jeans.
"Hey there James, how's it going? Didn't see you behind me there..."
"Yeah..." He shifted a little on his feet. "I actually followed you in here."
I set down the packages of burgers and bag of red onions and adjusted my crotch, leaning against a shelving unit. "Is that right?"
"Yeah... I kinda... can't stop thinking about the other night..."
I knew what he meant. A few weeks prior, after Seth had just given birth to his younger brother, James had come over for a few evenings to have dinner with me, Adam, and baby Mark. I hadn't wanted to call it "babysitting," but the idea was to give James's dad and older brother some time to welcome the newest addition to the family while giving James a little attention of his own. We usually ended up watching a movie or something after dinner and before I drove him back home.
One of those nights, Adam had fallen asleep on the couch, and Mark too in a crib nearby. James and I were under the same blanket and still awake, I don't remember what we were watching. James had been a little more affectionate than usual all night -- giving me a long hug after I made brownies for dessert, holding my hand as we'd taken a walk after dinner with Mark in the stroller -- and he cuddled closer to me under the blanket, eventually shifting so that he was sitting in my lap, and grunting a little as his breathing slowed and he nestled his backside into my crotch. He started moving his hips back slowly and rhythmically, and my dick immediately responded, pulsing full of blood and straining at my boxers.
James took my hand and moved it firmly to his right inner thigh, then up to where his smaller penis was stiff, then lower down past his balls to the slit of his boyhole, holding my fingers there as it pulsed through the thin fabric of his briefs and I felt the unmistakable natural lube of a boy in heat. Quietly, since Adam was sleeping a few feet away, I whispered -- "James -- I thought you were a top..."
"Me too, but the last few days..." he whispered, leaning his face back so his mouth was pressed against the scruff on my neck. "I really feel like I need it..." He pushed his briefs all the way off his legs and kicked them to the side under the blanket, then slid his hand into my boxer slit and fished out my cock, erect and ready for mating. As he lined it up with the edge of his hole and started to tease himself, I looked over -- Adam was still sound asleep. I kept looking at Adam's peaceful, sleeping face as James slowly lowered his hips, and his tight fertile chute slid down to the hairy base of my penis. I moaned a little as he started to fuck himself on me, glad the sound from the movie was still loud enough to cover it up.
His pussy walls trembled as I started to hunch my hips into him, making soft squelching noises and dousing my bush in his natural lube. I was holding his smaller penis in one hand, massaging it gently, and it kicked and throbbed when I hit his prostate over and over. Just before he came for the first time, he gasped and started frantically kissing my neck, and then I felt the spurts of his cum at the same time as his pussy's milking motions became more urgent. He held onto my legs and slowed the gyrations of his hips as the orgasm subsided, but then within a minute I felt the contractions start again and he was cumming for a second time, humping back at me with even quicker, shorter motions. That was too much for me -- my balls drew in tight, I held him firmly against me, and my taint pulsed as I erupted deep inside him with a grunt, and felt him relax as he finally got the seed he was craving. He fell asleep for a few minutes as my cock deflated, then I roused him to drive him home.
I filled Adam in the next day of course, and he was as surprised as anyone. "I've seen James fucking Seth before!"
"I know. But I think this means he can't be a primary father. James is a bottom, but he was just a late bloomer, and his first heat was a little delayed."
"Huh..." Adam mused. He was nursing Mark, naked in bed. "Maybe he's both? Dr. Stevens did say they've never come across a man who can get pregnant and also be a primary father. But that doesn't mean it could never happen."
Mark stopped nursing and fussed a little, so Adam stood to gently place him in the crib next to the bed, and I saw he was half-hard. Adam got back in bed and pulled his legs back, staring me straight in the eye.
"Alright, stud, get over here. Time to make up for letting me sleep through all the fun..."
I dutifully stepped forward, stroking my cock, and obliged.
"Yeah, the other night was good, James. Did you do what I told you to afterward?"
He grinned at me. "Yeah... I went home and got in bed with Noah and he fucked me too."
"Good. So if you're pregnant... who knows whether I'm the primary father or he is." I didn't think Noah would be jealous, really, but for some reason I did feel weird about openly knocking up his younger brother.
"He's fucked me almost every day since."
"That's good too."
"Yeah.... But I still..." He shuffled uncomfortably and his face got a little red.
"What is it, buddy?"
"I... Well, it's just, you're bigger than Noah..."
"Not by much."
"Still... I've been so horny for it, and I was thinking..."
"Okay. Get on the table. Quick now." I nodded to the one I meant.
He gave a little moan of excitement and did what he'd been told, pulling down his jeans and climbing onto a stainless-steel table just inside the kitchen. James was cute in a different way from Adam and Noah -- less athletic, more smooth, more nerdy, with skinny legs and a lopsided smile that he flashed at me as his glistening wet hole pulsated with need. I unzipped my jeans and took out my penis, palming it a few times to get it fully hard before stepping forward to mount the pussy in front of me. As I slid inside, his hips undulated to welcome my member and he gasped as I passed the midpoint, looking at me in wonder.
"Gotta keep this one quick," I repeated as I started thrusting. James bent to his left and reached around to cradle my balls with one hand as I moved in and out of him, and his smaller cock stood proudly out from his crotch in between us. I placed one hand on his hairless belly, knowing a son of mine was probably growing in there.
His little moans of pleasure got more pronounced as I picked up the pace and got deeper. I was clearly bigger than he was used to, and I loved the looks of surprise he gave me as his body stretched to accommodate my cock. Then he gave out a longer, sustained whine as his hole's milking motions became stronger and his penis squirted two or three jets of cum. My mind started to go blank as my balls drew up tight and the intense pleasure of his tight asswalls sliding up and down my shaft took over. I felt the sperm pulsing up through my shaft and into him, and then I grunted-- "Fuck! Fuck!" -- as the orgasm washed over me and my abs twitched. James wrapped his skinny legs around my hips to hold me inside him and sat up so he could kiss my neck and beard. After a few moments we uncoupled and dressed again, then made our way back outdoors.
When I got back to the grill, the tone of the whole gathering had changed. The music was louder, a couple more families had arrived, and more than a few of us were obviously buzzed. I saw Ray and Art taking a piss together on the edge of the woods, grabbing at each other's cocks. Adam walked up to me and asked if I would hold Mark for a minute so he could chat with some friends from school, so I took our babbling, happy son in my arms and held him, passing the grill tongs to Nikos, who was wearing a speedo that showed off his furry body and compact package.
I rocked Mark and walked around slowly, taking it all in. Adam had gone to meet a circle of boys his age talking and laughing, a few of whom were in various stages of pregnancy, including one boy I didn't recognize who must have been 8 months along or so, with a prominent bump protruding from his athletic frame. Adam had taken a couple of months off from school but was now back on his normal schedule, and we managed watching Mark together with me working from home and by taking advantage of a robust community daycare program Green Lake offered all residents, so I was glad to see that he was maintaining something like a normal social life even with the demands of fatherhood.
I kept walking as Mark gurgled at my chest, making my way back to the start of a short trail that ran through the woods nearby. The music from the speaker got softer as I passed the tree line, and baby Mark and I stared contemplatively up at the canopy of leaves above us. Then I heard a muffled noise further down the path, just off in a clearing.
When I got close enough to watch, I saw Noah and another boy, a little older, maybe in his mid-twenties, whom I didn't recognize, standing near a wooden bench. They had snuck some beers away and looked a little tipsy, laughing and pushing at one another. As they chatted, Noah took a quick look around (he didn't spot me), then jerked down the front of his gym shorts and flashed the other man, raising his eyebrows. His cock did look impressive -- bushy, not hard but clearly stimulated and filling out. He almost put it back, but the other boy reached out to hold his wrist and keep the front of his waistband pulled down. He then pulled out his own meat through his fly and the two started to stroke each other and hold their cocks side-by-side, as if comparing them. Their foreheads got closer as their dicks grew erect; then Noah reached one hand to the back of the other boy's neck and pulled him in for a quick peck. They looked down at their cocks together. I couldn't see perfectly from my position, but it seemed like they were about the same length and similarly furry, though the older man's was clearly thicker, and he was uncut. Once they had gotten completely hard, they positioned them base to base so both were pointing up between their bellies, and Noah stroked them together while the two occasionally exchanged a quick, horny kiss. They still smiled at each other a bit, but both looked more determined as Noah continued fisting their cocks, slowly picking up the pace.
"Pretty hot, isn't it?" Someone said quietly from behind me. I startled a bit, but soon realized it was just Dr. Stevens, dressed casually in chino shorts and a camp shirt. "Didn't mean to scare you, buddy."
"No worries -- I just came across them and didn't want to interrupt."
"I understand. They wouldn't mind," he grinned at me. Keeping his voice low, he continued, "How's our new friend there?"
Mark had fallen asleep in my arms, so I lifted him gently into the light so as not to wake him. "Seems to be doing great. Sleeping well, not too fussy. I think we're coming in for a checkup next week."
"Good good, I won't talk shop then. Glad to hear. And I saw Adam nursing him earlier -- what a sight."
We stood and watched the two men frotting together for a moment before he spoke again. "By the way, your project Helix results have come back. As expected, you're by far the most prominent father for mark. 96%. It looks like Noah's next -- around 2%. We can give you a detailed readout at your appointment."
I smiled and looked back at Noah, who was now intently staring deep into the other man's eyes and occasionally shuddering as they approached orgasm together. "Well, I'm not surprised. Any of you in this little guy, Doctor?"
Dr. Stevens blushed. "Trace amounts. I don't believe I ever fully inseminated Adam prior to the birth, but some of my precum must have contributed genetic material when I was conducting those tests in the final weeks of the pregnancy."
"Maybe we can get more of you into the next one..." I suggested. It was hard not to talk a little dirty, even after I'd just cum inside James -- the scene in front of us was too hot.
"I can't pretend I wouldn't like that. I hope you don't mind me saying, your son has quite the boycunt. Tight, smooth inside but furry outside, nice amount of lube. The total package. Has he gone into heat again since the birth?"
"I don't think so. I know it can take a little while. He's been horny enough, but not a true heat."
"That makes sense. Remember..."
But before Dr. Stevens could finish his thought, we heard Noah's ragged breathing turn into a moan and turned our attention back to the two young men apart from us in the woods. They were thrusting together, and Noah tilted his face back suddenly, as the other man buried his face in his neck. Noah stopped stroking their cocks and held them tight together as both erupted at around the same time -- thick jets of sperm spurting into the air and then falling back onto their shafts and the forest floor between them.
"Good thing no bottoms are here to see that seed go to waste," Dr. Stevens joked.
I laughed. "Can't blame them for working out a load if they need to and no holes are around for them. Wouldn't mind trying that with you some time, Doctor, to be honest."
He raised an eyebrow. "Good to know... maybe when you're not on baby duty," he said, nodding to Mark in my arms. "For now, let's head back to the party before they see us."
But it was too late -- as I turned back, Noah was staring me straight in the eye, still red-faced from cumming, smiling and shaking his head.