Tales from The Rut: Randy, Part 1
This story starts in Chapter 4 of Mercury Boy's The Rut. It is written with his oversight and approval. Thanks Mercury, for letting me play in your universe again.
Randy watched the young buck leave the Cock and Bull with his nine(!) cheeseburgers. He had seen a lot of pregnant bucks, what with the home in town for the pregs, but he didn't remember any as attractive as the one walking out the door.
"Nice ass," he thought as he turned back to his work but came to a sudden stop. "Nice ass? WTF?" He'd never had a thought like that before. Strange. Must be tired or horny or both. He definitely needed to get laid he thought.
Without thinking he adjusted his package and got back to work. ------------
Randy pounded the girl beneath him, her fingernails scratching his back. He could feel the orgasm building in his balls. Just as he started to cum she cried his name as he fucked harder causing him to look into her eyes...
...except it wasn't the new waitress he'd been working with, but the pregnant buck from earlier in the day, a look of bliss and lust on his face. The buck called Randy's name again as his orgasm hit...
Randy sat bolt upright in bed. He felt the last of his cum shoot from his still hard cock, the wetness spreading out.
His mind raced, "What the hell?"
He'd never had a gay dream before. First the weird thoughts about that buck, now dreaming about him. So freaking strange. He reached down to adjust his softening cock. It somehow felt bigger, heavier. His balls too. He fell back in the bed, forgetting the dream as he quickly fell back asleep.
------------- Read the "In Town" section from The Rut, Chapt 5. -------------
The last couple days had been awkward. Cam starting staying over at his girlfriends because of Randy's strange comment at the gym. The small wooden house they shared seemed empty to Randy. He felt like there was a hole were Cam, or at least some other muscle bro should be. At work and on campus he found himself checking out the other young studs more. Wishing he could strike up a conversation with them, sometimes even feeling himself harden while looking at looking at jock asses and, less frequently, packages. He always quickly suppressed the feelings and got back to work, trying to keep his mind off the strange new feelings.
Oddly, his clothes felt tight and confining lately. Especially in the crotch of his pants and across his chest and sleeves. It had gotten so bad, he quit wearing underwater, and took his shirt off the second he got home from work. He sat on the couch, trying to relax. Almost unconsciously, he ran his hand across his inflated pecs, stopping to tease his nipple.
"Fuuuuuuuck," he moaned, "My tit feels so good." He whimpered thinking of some hot stud suckling them, feeding from his milk, then shook his head. "I'm a man, dammit! I have pecs, not tits. Shit! What the fuck is going on with me?"
He got up and put on the loosest pair of shorts he had. One of the few that allowed his cock and balls some room, but now even those were snug. He went out to the small shed in the side yard. Doing the yard work around the old bungalow helped clear his mind in the past. He enjoyed the strenuous work before, maybe it would help now. It was a nice day for it, a strong breeze blowing away from the house toward town, cooling the noon sun slightly.
After working a couple hours, he was pouring sweat. Even to him, it had an unusually strong, yet somehow pleasant aroma. The vibrations from the lawnmower felt good to him, swelling his cock, and bouncing his hard, fleshy tits and even his bro hole sending ripples of pleasure all over him. If only he had a nice, tight jock ass to dip his wick into, Randy thought, despite his attempts to drive his mind elsewhere.
He pushed the mower back to the shed and started looking for the hedge clippers. Just then, he caught a look at himself in an old mirror the rental owner had hung on the wall. His hair was plastered in sweat, as was his muscular body. But what caught his attention was the front of his shorts. His cock jutted out, obscenely huge, with a massive dark stain spreading put from the tip. It looked like he had pissed himself. Looking down, he could even see clear fluid flowing from the tip of his cock, through the fabric. Now that he was aware of it, he felt it running down his thighs.
He reached down, sliding his fingers through it, bringing them back to his nose. The smell was intoxicating. He felt an uncontrollable urge to lick his fingers and gave in. The taste was sweeter than anything he'd ever tasted before. Feeling it in his mouth was such a turn on he could feel his cock pump out another surge of it. Damn, he needed to fuck, but the only bucks he had seen where already pregnant. Besides, he couldn't go in public like this. He closed up the shed, and made his way to the house's back entrance. He staggered repeatedly as he gently jerked his hard-on.
He made it to the living room, kicking off his shoes and shoving down the front of his shorts. He growled as he stroked, needing release, but without a willing buck. His conscious mind questioned the thoughts of bucks bouncing around his skull, but it was loosing out to the stronger and stronger Rut controlled urges.
At that moment, Randy heard an insistent pounding at the front door. He got up and opened the door. Before him was the most beautiful young stud he had ever seen. He wore what was obviously a work uniform, but the shirt hung open carelessly, showing off his hairy chest and belly. The name "Israel" was printed on a pinned name tag. His beautiful face was contorted in a mask of unspeakable need. "Please," he whimpered.
Just then, the wind which had been blowing hard away from the house changed direction, gusting through the doorway. Randy staggered back as the scent from Israel overwhelmed him. It was similar to the smell Randy had, yet different and stronger. He looked down to Israel's crotch and saw his dick too, was hard and tenting his shorts, but the wet spot was not anywhere near as big as Randy's.
Israel stepped inside the house, slamming the door shut behind him. He kicked off his shoes and striped his shirt as he shambled closer. He kept whimpering "please" as Randy backed away, the last of his pre-Rut mind resisting, yet subconsciously backing into his bedroom. Israel turned, aiming his bubble ass at Randy while fighting with his belt. The seat of Israel's pants were every bit as saturated as the front of Randy's had been. A clear, thick fluid flowed down his thighs. Randy inhaled the fragrance, and charged toward Israel, grabbing him in his arms. Looking behind him, he saw his bed, and, with more strength than he knew he had, pushed his new buck onto it.
Israel cried out in need finally lowering his pants enough to expose his pulsing hole, as Randy climbed behind him. Israel felt the hard-on pressing against him, while Randy's weight pressed him down onto the bed. Randy used his legs to spread Israel's wider while pulling his pants down and off and wrapped his arms around Israel's swollen tits, pinching the erect nipples.
Beneath him, the desperately needy buck tried to maneuver his lubricant dripping hole to trap Randy's hard stag-cock. He whimpered "please" over and over squirming in his stags grip.
Randy licked the side of his face and nibbled gently on his ear. "Please what," he growled.
"FUUUUUUCK MEEEEEE," wailed the buck.
"Is that all you want," asked the stag, needing to hear the words.
"No! Give me a fawn! I need to carry your baby," the buck cried.
"Fuck, yeah," growled the stag as he rammed his hard cock up Israel's gripping bro hole.
Israel cried out in pleasure, the big stag cock stretching his tight hole sending electric waves throughout his trembling body. He had been in heat all day, finally understanding a couple hours before he was in the grip of the Rut. When the scent of a stag wafted into the patio of the place he worked, his need became uncontrollable. Dropping what he was doing, he followed the fragrance to the home opening his shirt as he walked. He wanted to show his beautiful muscled body off to the stag. He hoped the hair on his chest and belly would prove his virility and suitability to carry a fawn. He wanted to lure the stag with his swelling tits that would feed their fawn. He could feel his lubricant dripping from his hole and down his legs as he got closer, breaking into a run in the direction of the growing musk. By the time he was pounding on Randy's door, he was delirious with need for stag cock.
Now he had it. He had never felt so sexy, so erotic as he did now with another man's hard cock pushing inside him. He wanted this more than anything else. The dick inside him felt so big, so right. He pressed back against Randy's cock. "Deeper, deeper, please Daddy! Knock me up," he begged.
Randy rutted into Israel, making him bounce with each impact. "You'll be pregnant soon, bitch," he growled in Israel's ear. He realized he wanted to see his buck's face the moment he gave him their fawn. Randy pulled out, turning Israel on his back. Climbing back on top, he looked into Israel's eyes. He looked as if Randy had stolen something from him.
He looked down at Israel's sweet hole. Lubricant flowed from it drenching his sheets. Randy lowered himself so he could smell his buck's nectar. He felt the need to tung fuck his boy, and shoved his face in Israel's formerly virgin ass. Israel cried out in pleasure as Randy ate him out with an incredible intensity. Randy's own mating heat drove him and became stronger as more and more of Israel's pheromones got to him. His buck tasted so good. No pussy he had ever eaten was ever this good, he thought. He soon climbed back on top of his furry buck, licking and kissing his way to Israel's face. They shared a passionate wet kiss as the stag's dripping erection touched the edge of Israel's welcoming tunnel.
"Put it back in, Daddy," Israel whimpered.
Randy took Israel into his arms and slid back inside his dripping bro hole. He kept kissing Israel, more and more passionately. Israel's legs rose up and wrapped around Randy's hips helping to pull him in with each thrust. Randy lifted up on his arms, and watched as Israel's inflated tits bounced in time with his thrusts, enjoying each whimper Israel made. He lay back on top of the buck, embracing him as his fucking got more urgent, more forceful.
They held hands as the fucking became more intense. Israel crying out louder and louder in pleasure. Randy held him tighter, feeling the bucks fur against his own smooth body.
"I'm gonna cum," he bellowed.
Israel felt Randy thrust into him as deep as he could go, then Randy's every muscle stiffened as the first pulses of stag semen shot into Israel's fertile belly. The warm feeling of Randy's cum sent Israel into his own orgasm and he sprayed them both as his cock spewed cum between them. Randy nearly vibrated as he was racked by his orgasm, filling Israel's hole to overflowing with seed. He had never felt such intense pleasure. He could feel every pulse, every drop of cum as it left him and entered his buck. It felt like sensory overload. At the same time, he could feel Israel's hole massaging his cock, coaxing out more of his seed. He cried out in pleasure, holding his buck in a vice grip. In his mind, he experienced a mental orgasm knowing the beautiful young buck under him was being impregnated at that moment. That Randy's potent stag sperm was knocking up another man. The orgasm seemed to go on and on, minutes passing as cup full after cup full of cum filled Israel's hole, eventually overflowing. As the flow ebbed, Randy's mind began to clear, enjoying the bliss that followed. His body continued to spasm as several final jolts or orgasm hit him.
Israel held on tightly looking deeply into his stag's fluttering eyes. It was the best release he ever had. This was how he was meant to be: on his back, a submissive buck to a powerful stag, and now pregnant. He felt Randy's seed flowing into him, warming his insides, enough to impregnate a dozen bucks, but all his. His cry joined Randy's in orgasmic joy.
Randy slid off Israel and lay beside him catching his breath. He'd never cum like that. It was like his whole body was jizzing. He felt the buck cuddle beside him, resting his head on his chest. Randy put his arm around Israel, running his fingers through the bucks sweaty hair. Reaching with his other hand, he covered his fingers in the thick cum that covered his belly and fed it to the beautiful buck, wiping the excess on his lips and chin. He then pulled the buck closer, licking the cum off and sharing it in a deep, almost loving kiss.
"What's your name," he whispered.
"Israel. What's yours?"
"Randy," he said as he caressed Israel's now pregnant belly. They cuddled in each other's arms as exhaustion from mating overwhelmed them.