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Main Characters (with approximate ages)
Evan Wilson -- 52 (top), Narrator
Adam -- 29 (bottom), Evan's son
Mark -- 17 (top), Evan and Adam's son
Henry -- 15 (bottom), Evan and Adam's son
Connor -- 12 (bottom), Dr. Stevens and Adam's son
Seth Davis -- 58 (bottom), a neighbor in Green Lake
Noah -- 32 (top), Seth's oldest son
James -- 26 (bottom), Seth's second son
Harry -- 17 (bottom), Noah and Seth's son
Rob -- 15 (top), Noah and Seth's son
Will -- 11 (bottom), Evan and James' son
Dr. Stevens -- 42 (top), head of the Green Lake clinic
Carlos -- 29 (bottom), nurse at the clinic
Ray Fletch -- 50 (top), college friend of Evan's, doctor at the clinic
When I got to the clinic, Dr. Stevens was waiting in the lobby and walked me straight to his office, waving away a nurse who tried to get his attention.
"Tell me," I said.
"I didn't mean to panic you, Evan, but I am concerned. You know Adam and the others were scheduled to start the drive back today."
"Right..."
"Yesterday, they called us from their GPS phone around noon and said they were packing up and on schedule. But then this morning around 6 AM we got another call. Just muffled noises, we couldn't make anything out. And then they stopped responding, and our readout says they turned the phone off -- which they're never supposed to do. And their last location shows a few miles from the Outpost, but not on the way back to Green Lake -- in fact, in the opposite direction."
"Adam hasn't texted me in a couple of days, but that's normal. He usually doesn't have service."
"No, we haven't heard anything through the normal phone lines either." He paused. "Obviously it could just be an equipment issue. But after what happened with Outpost Gamma, we know it's possible someone could have... interfered with their return."
"Interfered?" I said, looking down for a moment. Adam was out there with James -- just the two of them. They'd been away for months. If they were in trouble, they'd be low on supplies. "I can be on my way out in an hour or so. I'll have Mark take the kids to Seth's."
Dr. Stevens nodded. "I thought you might say that. I think it should be you and Ray together, in case anyone needs medical attention. He's already agreed and he's started loading up a pickup truck at the base entrance. You can meet him there whenever you're ready."
As I packed a duffel bag in a rush, I explained to Mark what was going on. He looked nervous, so I tried to reassure him. "They just lost contact. It could mean anything really." I was talking to myself as much as him. "I need you to drop me off at the barracks welcome building -- I'll call the school and explain why you're late."
When we pulled up, I found Ray standing beside one of the trucks available for common use in Green Lake, arguing with Harry Davis about something. As I got closer it was clear Harry expected to come with us.
"We don't have time for this, Harry. Evan and I have to leave right now, you know that."
"I'm already packed! James is out there, Dr. Ray. My own brother. I need to be there for him."
"You're pregnant, Harry," I chimed in, walking up with my bag in hand. "Let us handle this. You know I care about James. I'll make sure he's safe."
Harry looked indignant. "I'm only two months along, it's not even noticeable."
"Have you asked your fathers?" Ray said.
"Noah wants me to go," he said. "And Seth said it was okay."
Ray and I looked at each other. Young as he was, Noah's opinion carried some weight with both of us.
"Well, I can't say I understand. But in that case..." Ray said, and I nodded.
Harry lit up. "Yes! Okay let me just grab my stuff." He ran off, and Ray and I made eye contact again.
"Can't hurt to have some young blood around, I guess," I said once Harry was out of earshot.
Ray didn't smile. "I'm worried, Evan. They're probably fine, but we need to be thinking about what happens if we get into trouble."
"You and I know what it can be like out there. And Harry will have to learn someday. He's just getting a jump start."
Harry was already on his way back, beaming, wearing an oversized camping backpack that he struggled to toss into the truck bed.
We decided I would take first shift driving, so I pulled us out through the gates of Green Lake and toward the highway.
It had been a few years since I'd spent any substantial time outside the commune. We all took occasional daytrips out for groceries or goods that we didn't stock ourselves in the local stores. Never further than Dallas, only one or two nights away at most. But Outpost Theta was north, in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, near what used to be the border between Colorado and New Mexico. I'd figured we'd be gone for about a week, and none of us could be sure what communities were safe on the way.
Still, after the first couple of hours, the tension broke a little and all three of us relaxed. We couldn't just sit and be anxious the whole time. It was nice to catch up with Ray and Harry, and soon the topic turned to Harry's pregnancy. He told us he thought the primary father was probably Noah, his oldest brother, but it could have been Art Jackson, the school principal.
"Mr. Jackson told me not to tell many people -- he tries not to get the students pregnant. But during my last heat, we fucked a couple times. So it could be his."
"Damn," said Ray, "Honestly, he's a saint for not knocking up every one of you. Bunch of horny high schoolers begging for it. I'd be a goner."
Harry started asking questions about the places we passed, even just gas stations or old fast-food places. For him, almost all of it was new. Ray and I talked a little about the time before the Crisis, and how we'd known each other in college. Harry took some convincing to believe that we'd both been totally straight then. Even for me, the memories seemed hazy, like they'd been a movie instead of the first part of my life.
The first night, we found an open motel not far from the freeway to crash in. For appearances' sake, we got three rooms, but the guy at the front desk didn't seem like the type to get curious about guests. We had a decent dinner and beers at a diner next door and then all headed to the same room with a king bed to turn in.
We were pretty tired, but without anyone needing to say anything, we knew we were going to fuck. We were all pretty pent up after a stressful day.
As Harry pulled off his shirt to reveal his lithe teen body, growing a new son deep in his womb, he said, "Bet you two are glad I came along now, huh?"
I couldn't disagree. Ray and I could have had fun on our own, but it was better to have a bottom there for us. Harry was like his older brother James -- thin and nerdy, with a goofy smile. But he had a bit more muscle, and he was hairier, especially his bush and upper thighs. We were all raging hard by the time we were fully naked, standing and admiring each other's bodies. I couldn't remember ever having fucked Harry before, just his brothers, and I was looking forward to it.
The room was chilly, so we got under the covers, Harry in between me and Ray. He was facing me, so I brought our cocks together and kissed him gently. His manhood was smaller than mine, but a very respectable size, with a full bush and mushroom head, and he responded eagerly when I stroked him. Ray kissed his neck from behind, and I could tell he was playing with Harry's boypussy from the rhythmic moaning Harry made into my mouth as we kissed. The moment Ray started to enter him, he tensed up for a few seconds at Ray's girth. Then it all melted away and he gasped with pleasure, breaking his kiss with me and turning around to lick Ray's face as Ray started pumping his penis into him.
Soon enough, I got impatient and tapped Ray's shoulder. He knew what I needed and pulled back, his cock leaving Harry's hole with a slurping noise. He brought our two cocks together to transfer some of Harry's natural lube onto mine. Then I gripped Harry's waist and slid into his hole balls deep in one go. Harry's legs started trembling as I held him and flexed my penis inside him. He was warm and tight, fertile in the way only a teen who's already pregnant can feel, and his pussy started a natural rhythmic milking motion as soon as I bottomed out. I could feel his cervix pulsing against my cockhead. He groaned and started kissing me urgently as I thrusted.
As I was fucking him, I moved my face past his shoulder and started making out with Ray. It felt right to be sharing a pussy with my old college buddy. He reached down to fondle my balls as I kept pistoning in and out, and his mustache rubbed against me. Then we swapped out again, Ray taking my place inside Harry's hole almost as soon as I pulled out and started stroking myself.
We took turns like that for a while. Then, while Ray was still inside him, Harry kissed my neck and whispered, "Come on...", reaching down to hold my cock in his hand. He moved me so the head of my penis was kissing the puffy, horny ring of his hole, right where Ray's shaft was moving in and out. I felt Ray moving against my cockhead, and I knew what Harry wanted. So I gently started pushing with my hips, patiently, feeling him stretch and resist me.
"Fuck yeah," said Ray when he realized what was happening. Harry gave a determined, desperate grunt, and shifted himself down slightly, and then it happened -- I'd popped inside him, right beside Ray. Once my head was in, Harry gasped, and then his hole bloomed open to take the rest of me. Ray and I were cock-to-cock inside him. "Fuuuuuck," moaned Ray, while Harry started panting with pleasure, hands gripping my back and pulling me close to him. I could feel every ridge of Ray's girthy cock rutting. Sometimes our thrusting was in sync, and our balls touched as we bottomed out at the same time. Sometimes I could feel us moving against one another, sliding in and out.
Ray and I were two of the biggest men in Green Lake, and Harry took us like a champ, but there was no way he'd last long with both of us fucking him. With a high-pitched whine, he said he was about to cum. I felt his teen cock jerking and kicking as he squirted onto my chest once, then again, spurting out ropes of teen cum onto my hairy torso. His hole clenched down rhythmically on the two men deep inside him. Then Ray said "Gonna jizz" gruffly in between his panting, and I felt his cock start to spew almost immediately, spraying his hot semen right onto my shaft. That set me off too, so I pushed inside as deep as I could go -- about an inch past Ray -- and felt my groin muscles start to tighten up instinctively as I fertilized his hot, wet chute. Harry was still squirming between us in the aftershocks of his orgasm as we both finished cumming. After we carefully withdrew, he took turns nursing at our cocks to clean us off before we fell asleep in a hairy, sweaty heap.
We got up before sunrise the next morning, showered, and moved out. Ray was driving, and I called Dr. Stevens back in Green Lake to check in. They still hadn't heard anything, but he sent me the last location where the Outpost's GPS had registered. After we'd hung up, Ray said seriously, "I think we're only about two hours away."
We'd been gaining elevation and could see the foothills in the distance. Eventually we left the freeway and started to climb smaller, windier roads, as the pine forest around us grew denser and a light snow started to fall. We passed through a sleepy mountain town -- no more than a grocery store in a strip mall and a couple bars really -- and continued for a few miles. Ray turned down a long-ish driveway to a large house set back in the woods, three stories with a wraparound deck and descending backyard where a large shed stood. The lights were off, and there were no tire marks in the thin layer of snow that had accumulated.
"This is the Outpost house," said Ray.
We got out to check the windows, but couldn't make out any movement inside. Coming around one of the corners, I caught a glimpse of Harry's face and could have sworn it was James for a second. But there was no one but us.
"They must have already moved on from here before the GPS went dead. Where was the last ping?" I asked.
"About 15 miles further on. Looks like the road cuts through a ridge and then ascends a bit more."
So we got back in the car and drove on. In the last stretch, the road was unpaved, and trees had grown thinner. "300 feet," said Ray softly, as we peered through the windshield. There, just through the trees, was a small cabin. As we drew closer, we could see it was set back from the road a fair amount, toward a crest with a view. "That's their car," said Harry. And sure enough, parked off to the side of the cabin was a large black pickup truck like ours, one of the Green Lake communal trucks.
We parked further back to approach by foot. Smoke was coming from a stout chimney and there were lights on inside. We made it to the front door without incident, so I looked back at Ray and Harry, we all nodded, and then I knocked.
After a moment, the door swung open inward¾and there was Adam, blinking back at us. "Dad?!" Then, "And Ray¾thank God you're here. There's no time to explain. Come in."
The cabin felt even smaller on the inside. Inside the first room, a fire had been set, and James was sitting on a chair beside a low bed drawn close to the heat. Laying back on the bed was a short boy who looked no older than 13, skinny and handsome, legs spread, mouth open wide, and very pregnant. The smell of a man giving birth filled the cabin completely and made my vision narrow as all the blood rushed to my cock. I shook my head and tried to bring my focus back to Adam.
"His labor started a while ago -- maybe 10 hours? -- and he hasn't been progressing."
Ray rushed over and moved James aside to get closer. As he stood up, "Harry!" said James, moving in for a tight, long hug with his brother, and ruffling his hair.
But then Ray spoke up: "Harry, run back to the truck and grab my bag -- the small brown one," and Harry rushed back out the door.
Ray leaned over and smoothed back the boy's hair. "Hey son, what's your name?"
"C -- Caleb..." said the boy, breathing deep and with a zoned-out, tired, faraway look.
"Great Caleb, I'm Dr. Ray. I know we just met, but I'm gonna take care of you, okay? And you're doing great."
"Okay," said Caleb, with an appreciative smile. Then he groaned and closed his eyes, breathing out with a whooshing noise.
"How old are you, Caleb?"
"I'm --" he panted -- "twelve."
"Okay. And be honest with me, when was the last time you were inseminated?"
"`Inseminated?'"
"The last time you uh, got fucked..."
"Um... it was... like, two weeks ago?"
"Two weeks?" said Ray, eyes getting wide. "Okay -- that's the problem here. You're already having contractions again just because two tops walked in the room. Evan," he turned to me. "We need to cum on him, okay? It's too late to be inside him, but anywhere on his skin should do the trick. That should bring on the delivery."
"We didn't know what to do!" interrupted James from the corner. "We thought it would be another month at least..."
"It's fine," said Ray. "It's fine. He's doing great. Evan, get over here." So I moved closer and unzipped to take out my raging erection. Caleb was staring at it, licking his lips as he saw me get closer, his chest moving up and down with his deep panting. Then he and I made eye contact and I started to stroke.
Later, Adam filled me in on what had happened to get them to that cabin.
Adam and James had been setting up the Outpost for only a week when they met Caleb and his stepdad at a hardware store. They'd noticed right away that Caleb seemed to gravitate toward them, and they wondered if he might be fertile, but they didn't know anything for sure. They said they'd recently moved to the area and were just glad to meet new neighbors, so they exchanged numbers and met up a few times to go hiking or make dinner.
After another month, it was clear Caleb was pregnant. He just had that glow, and he was even starting to show slightly, with just the tiniest hump distorting his skinny, boyish body. Adam and James debated whether to approach him and his stepdad about Green Lake, but they waited.
Things didn't come to a head until Caleb approached them on his own, one day when his stepdad wasn't around. He said he'd noticed some changes in his body and it had occurred to him that they might understand.
"We couldn't just lie to him, Dad." Adam explained. "He was excited, but so nervous at the same time. We wanted to put him at ease about it, let him know it was normal and okay."
So, they'd told him that they had gotten pregnant too, that some men were capable of it. They even talked about Green Lake. But Caleb seemed resistant.
"His stepdad was weird about the sex. Caleb didn't know if he'd be okay acknowledging it happened at all, much less tell other people. Apparently he and Caleb didn't even really talk about it. It just happened when Caleb had his first heat, and a lot afterward, but they pretended nothing had changed."
"So the stepdad was some kind of closet case?" I asked.
Adam nodded his head.
They were planning to bring it up slowly, in stages, to make it easier for Caleb's stepdad to come to terms with the situation. But then James had suddenly gone into heat, despite the suppressants he was taking from the Green Lake clinic. It came on while the four of them were together on a walk one day, and Caleb's stepdad realized what was going on, freaked out, and said they weren't welcome. He said they'd never see Caleb again.
"He was standing there with this massive hardon from James' pheromones, clutching Caleb to him, pretending he wasn't turned on -- pretending there was something shameful about us that he could protect Caleb from. Part of me felt bad for him."
Caleb told them later that he and his stepdad had had sex for hours that night, more than they'd ever done before. Then, the next morning, his stepdad just left. Didn't pack more than a few changes of clothes and a couple of tools, but took all the money with him, and walked out.
That's when Caleb had come to live with Adam and James.
"But wait," I interrupted Adam. "Why didn't you mention any of this to Dr. Stevens? Or me, for that matter? We talked at least once a week."
"I know, we should have." He looked down. "It's hard to explain. We knew we weren't supposed to have told anyone else about Green Lake. And I think we hoped Caleb's stepdad would come back, and we could wait until then to make a decision. But... he didn't come back."
When the scheduled time came for Adam and James to return to Green Lake, they planned to bring Caleb with them. Leaving him behind wasn't an option -- he'd be alone for the last part of the pregnancy. But then, a few days before they were set to leave, Caleb started showing signs that the birth was very close. He was restless and desperately horny, in a way Adam and James couldn't satisfy. He stopped eating.
They couldn't bring him with them, and they couldn't leave him behind. So they packed up the Outpost early that morning and tried to call us about the change of plan. But a snowstorm had hit and wiped out reception, even for the GPS phone they were carrying. They couldn't tell if their message to us had gone through, but they had to move fast to get set up in Caleb's home for the delivery. Their only option was to wait it out, and Caleb's labor had begun the next day.
I didn't know any of that, of course, when I was standing over Caleb's naked body, stroking my cock, watching his muscles tense up with contractions as he got closer to delivery. I was just doing my duty, doctor's orders.
And it worked - soon enough, it was all over, and father and child were situated peacefully in a recliner close to the fire. Caleb was barely awake, cooing over his son, while the three younger men sat close by to bring water or help as needed. Ray and I watched from the corner and spoke softly.
"From what I can tell with just the supplies I brought, everyone's fine and healthy," said Ray. "I think we could move them as early as tomorrow and take them back with us safely."
I nodded. "In the meantime, we need to alert the clinic. I didn't notice when we lost reception, but it couldn't have been more than 30 miles back or so. I can take one of the trucks and backtrack until I get service to call them."
"You shouldn't go alone," Ray said. "Take Harry or Adam."
So, about an hour later, after we'd driven far enough away to make contact and let Green Lake know to expect two extra men when we returned, almost as soon as I hung up the phone, we were pulled over to the side of the road and I was pumping my cock into Adam like it was our first time. It was risky, but I hadn't had him in months since he'd been gone, and we were both aching for it. We'd found a small area to pull off, and Adam was standing on the side of the truck away from the road, with his hands up to hold him steady, while I mated with him from behind.
My firstborn child, the father of my children... as many men as I fucked in Green Lake, no pussy ever felt as good as Adam's. I leaned in to smell his hair, gripping his waist, taking it all in. His muscled asscheeks, the fur around his hole, every ridge of his chute gripping and milking at me. It felt like home, even just having a quickie like this on the side of the road in the cold air, fully clothed except with our pants around our ankles.
As soon as I felt his legs start to tremble and knew he was cumming, I picked up the pace to finish off too. We could enjoy ourselves more later, once we were back at the cabin. I got as deep as I could and unloaded with a grunt, feeling my glutes fire erratically as I tried to pump every last drop of my semen into his womb. I left my cock inside him and held him close as I went soft, leaning forward to talk gently in his ear.
"I was really worried, coming out here," I said.
"I know -- it's okay, we're okay," he murmured. "I missed you."
"Me too." Then, after a moment, I continued: "When we get back -- I don't want to wait anymore. I want to marry you. It's time."
His eyebrows raised and he snapped out of his post-fuck stupor for just a moment with a grin. Then he flexed his hole, giving my cock a gentle squeeze. "I'd like that," he whispered.