This story is a fictional work of adult erotic fantasy, involving consensual sexual relations between men. It is intended for adults only.
Copyright, Boy Mercury X, 2017.
This story involves mpreg, male pregnancy, and is inspired by lively chat with Nifty published writer a4f101. I look forward to his take on the topic, which will blow us all away. This story is dedicated to him, in gratitude for being the best kind of bro and for coming up with the name for this chapter.
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THE RUT PART 3 by Boy Mercury X, dedicated to af4101
PICNIC AT HANGING JOCK
"Bro, help me shave my head later," Chad asked Jaime across the breakfast table.
"Yeah go shear your boyfriend," laughed Abe, smearing jam on his fourth biscuit.
"Like we haven't all busted a load in your fat ass," sneered Chad.
"Yeah man," said Abe, "But that's The Rut, not loooove."
"Fuck off," replied Chad, rolling his eyes. "My boy here is the only one in the house can trim a brother's hair."
"Have we had enough of your shenanigans?" said Ms. Venable, standing at the head of the table. None of the boys had ever seen her sit, though this was not something they thought about. "I wish to inform you that two young -- gentlemen, dare I hope? -- will be joining the Venable Home this afternoon."
"Gentlemen?" asked Stu, "La di dah!"
Ms. Venable silenced the Stag Buck with an arched eyebrow.
"Joining your number," she continued, "Will be a Forrest, recently of Georgia, and a Dean, on leave from the United States Navy." "Army?" asked Abe, laying hands on either side of his twin laden belly, "Swear to god my brovaries just popped."
Stu curled with laughter, repeating "Brovaries."
Ms. Venable spun to direct all her ire on the Stag Buck, saying, "Had you paid attention in our health and wellness class, Stuart, you would know there are no ovaries involved for any of you, nor `brovaries' or whatever slang you choose to use. In the Rut, males in season..."
"But Ms. V," interrupted Stu, "I don't pay attention `cause I'm just a bodybuilder."
The other boys laughed, Joey the hardest. He had long observed that the presence of a Stag Buck was made tolerable only by Stu's puppy dog nature, and their weekly method to blow off steam. Jaime laughed the least, waiting for Chad to be ready to be sheared.
Those who studied the Rut observed that promiscuity was for most Bucks a behavioral imperative. Bucks would often mate with as many of the rare Stags as could be found, and even other Bucks. Paternity was, consequently, typically unknown among pregnant Bucks. In some rare cases, pair bonds form between individuals, but even these lasted only a few short moths past the birth, when the urge to mate with others became overwhelming. But in all cases, the attachment between males was a purely sexual attraction and not an emotional one.
Later that morning Chad leaned his head over the bathroom sink while Jaime trimmed the black hair on the back of his head with electric clippers. He didn't expect any white boy to know how to cut his hair, but there were no black barbershops in Cody California. Chad instead opted for regular buzzcuts with the clippers on the shortest setting. Keeping his hair a short uniform length seemed the best option, under the circumstances.
"You getting it like I showed you?" asked Chad, wishing he could just do the whole thing himself.
"Yeah," replied Jaime, "It's not hard."
What was hard was Jaime's cock, resting against the silky running shorts on Chad's ass. Of course Jaime couldn't see that, obscured by his baby bump, though he could feel it with mind numbing sensitivity. He could see the powerful muscles in Chad's shoulders and back. And he could see the tiny coils of hair fall from the clippers as he ran them over Chad's head. He didn't know why, but the entire act made his balls churn -- the buzz of the clippers, the parting of Chad's hair from his head like wool from a spring lamb, the scratchy feel of Chad's scalp as Jaime ran his hand over it.
"God, I wanna' fuck you," muttered Jaime.
"Shhhhh," said Chad, turning to face his secret lover. "They already think something's up. You heard Abe this morning."
Jaime ran his hands over Chad's muscled chest and shoulders. "I don't even care," he said, intoxicated by the hair growing there.
Chad lifted Jaime's face by the chin, and plunged his tongue into the young gymnast's eager mouth. Chad's tongue was thick and strong and knew ever part of Jaime's mouth.
Their cocks pulsed against each other, and Chad pulled his head back and said, "Just play it cool, man."
"You still got a girl back home?" asked Jaime, feeling envious of her even in the hypothetical.
"A few," said Chad. "I kind of played the field, y'know?"
"I have one," said Jaime. "Real sweet. Said she'd wait for me. I don't know how to tell her it's off."
"Bro, don't tell her anything. NOTHING. This is just the Rut. It's not about you and me. You pop that baby, probably a few months out and you'll be back there on your knees begging her to take you back."
"Only one I want to be on my knees for is you."
"Fuck man, Jaime, I see you horndogging for every Stag and Buck. Man, I do too."
"But you're the only one that matters," said Jaime, running his fingertips over Chad's thick furry pecs.
"Shhhhh, fuck bro, keep that shit quiet."
"I will if you'll do one thing," whispered Jaime. "Get in me."
"Fuckkk," sighed Chad, knowing he wanted it as bad as Jaime.
He spun the gymnast around, bending him over the sink, pulling down both their shorts. Both were oozing their own lubricant, as both Bucks in season did, sliming his own cock and Jaime's hole.
He plunged the head of his cock into the swollen pink anus, and then drove in deep, covering Jaime's mouth as he did. He filled Jaime up more completely every time, as Jaime's growing pregnancy compressed everything in him, reducing every cavity to make for a tighter and tighter fuck.
"Mother FUCK," groaned Chad, getting a good strong stroke going, that Jaime matched thrust for thrust. Did any girl ever want his cock so much or take it so good, back in the days before the Rut?
Chad slid almost all the way out, with just the head of his cock resting in the quivering wet of Jaime's hole, and then plunged back in deep. He did this again and again, until he felt Jaime's breath hot and fast on his hand, and Jaime's hole sucked him in hard.
"Make a baby in me," moaned Jaime, his rectum opening yet deeper as he beat the cum out of his dick onto the floor below.
He was already close, but even the idea of planting his baby in his favorite boy, impossible as it was, triggered a heaving orgasm in Chad. His hand cupped Jaime's belly, and he imagined his cock filling it with semen.
"FUCKKKKKKK," Chad swore, thrusting into Jaime, unable to moderate his volume.
He let his cock rest in Jaime's sweet hole until he was drained, then pulled out, breathing hard. Jaime turned to face him again, his boyish smile bright and more joyful than it had been for days. They kissed, standing amidst spilled semen and tiny coils of hair on the tiled floor.
It was not typical for the Venable Home to have a boy from the military. The Rut, when it came, favored young fit men, and certainly the military was hit with a rash of male pregnancies. But while the Rut did not discriminate by economic class, but the Venable Home did, and it was the rare family with a child in a branch of the military who could afford Venable rates. More often, these boys had a temporary discharge, going home to their families for birth and adoption through a public agency.
"Military grade beef, " Abe noted when Dean arrived at the home, barely showing his pregnancy, but his pecs already high and swollen in the way typical of pregnant Bucks.
"Navy," said Dean, looking like an ad campaign with his crisp haircut and dimpled chin. He rested a hand on his nearly flat belly. "They test us all regular. Get you out as soon as you're knocked up."
Arriving with Dean was the somewhat less crisp Forrest, as thick in his body as his southern drawl. Where Dean's pregnancy was barely visible, Forrest was round in his belly and everywhere else.
"Check it out," Joey said, needling Abe while pointing out Forrest's ample rear. "This one's got triplets -- one in the gut and two in the trunk."
Stu giggled at the idea of Forrest carrying a baby in each of his hefty ass cheeks.
"Damn," said Abe, bending over to take in the sight of Forrest's rear, "That must've been some hung Stag to breed through all that. Bet I could've done it."
Joey rolled his eyes at Abe, still angling to be a Stag even with his Buck belly full of twins.
"So what do we do around here?" asked Dean, bouncing on his toes.
Ms. Venable noted Dean was already hyperactively tapping his fingers against the furniture. Between the Stag Buck, the one with twins and this one with his overflowing nervous energy, this year would continue to be a trial. She felt wistful for earlier years, in previous cycles of The Rut. She remembered Patrick, also a Stag Buck, in her first year at the Home. He had golden ringlets, and a face like one of Botticelli's angels.
"May I suggest a hike?" she asked, imagining blissful hours of a silent Home.
The Venable estate in isolated Cody California is expansive, though the Home is the only structure. The rest of the land ensures adequate privacy for the home's residents, and abuts to a small mountainous area one may pass through to reach a swimming quarry. Before their departure, Ms. Venable reminded the boys that the rock could be dangerous; therefore they were forbidden any foolishness in the matter of exploration, except on the lowest slopes. It is, however, a geological marvel, filled with magnetic ore.
The boys made their hike at mid-day, in the July heat. None would admit it, but their bloated bellies made it more of a haul than they would have otherwise experienced. Only Dean ran ahead of the pack, less pregnant and more energetic than everyone else. "He's like a dog," muttered Chad.
"We should leave a marker," said Joey. "The range isn't very big but it's twisty and everything looks the same."
He took a long stick and jammed it to stand in a small crevice, making a marker.
"We need a flag," said Chad. As the boys looked around and even in the picnic bag Mrs. Crist prepared, Stu started giggling. He pulled his running shorts down, and then the white jock strap beneath. With his big Stag Buck dick hanging free, he hung his jock strap from the stick.
Even Joey had to admire his ingenuity. The boys all stripped from the waist down, leaving the jocks and briefs around the stick, which Jaime dubbed Hanging Jock. As they continued on, the new boys Dean and Forrest were mesmerized by Stu, and the others only a little less so.
Jaime watched Chad, as the muscles in his legs and shoulders worked to carry him up. He silently wished the Rut would let Chad put a baby in him, after he delivered the one he carried. He asked the Rut please to do this, as if it were a sentient being with a will of its own.
As they neared the quarry the rock structures became narrow halls that the boys navigated carefully, their swollen bellies making for hard going, and their erections at the sight of each other's asses and cocks creating more complications.
The new boys ran on ahead, eager to beat experienced hands.
"Those assholes are gonna' get lost," said Chad, and Jaime concurred.
"FORREST!" yelled Joey. "DEAN!!!! Goddamnit."
The boys wandered the rock corridors, following the sounds of running and laughter. The rock walls grew higher and higher, the passages more narrow. Jaime pulled his flute from his bag, and played an eerie tune as they went ever deeper into the rock structure.
At last they got they heard Forrest, after a silence, yelp "OH FUCK!"
When they reached him, they found Forrest and his massive pregnant belly wedged into a crevice, face down, which bisected him almost in two. Half the boys waked around the rock to the other quarry side, where his front was visible. Half stayed on the other side, where his fleshy ass was visible, almost as if it were mounted on a stone wall.
"What the fuck did you do?" asked Joey.
"I could see the quarry on the other side," said Forrest, "so I thought I could crawl through."
"You just had to walk around the big rock is all," said Jaime. He sneered at Forrest, adding, "Look at that rock man, waiting a million years just for this."
"Well now I'm stuck!" said Forrest as the boys laughed. Chad pulled out his phone to photograph Forrest's ass, his legs dangling free.
Jaime walked up to it and held up his hands like antlers on either sude of Forrest's round rear, saying, "Look, I'm a Stag!" This set off another round of photos.
"Look at this!" yelped Stu, bending down to run his tongue along Forrest's rump, and the group exploded with laughter and more photo documentation.
Stu stood up and inhaled deeply, his face having been so close to Forrest's hole, and muttered, "God that smells good." Stu then yelled, "Fuck! You guys smell that?"
"Don't have to ask me twice," said Abe, rushing to form a line, sticking his nose and between Forrest's fleshy cheeks. "Must be a Stag thing," Abe continued, "Just smells like ass to me. Let's see how it tastes." He held on to each cheek with one of his strong hands, and plunged his tongue into Forrest's damp hole.
"Hey HEY -- Do you MIND?" blurted Forrest, but as Abe tonguefucked his hole he groaned and whispered "Go on."
"Well fuck!" exclaimed Dean, walking up to Forrest's face and waving his dick around. Forrest opened his eager mouth to take it in.
"Best picnic ever," laughed Joey. He turned to Stu, and said "Hey bro, wanna' give me some?"
Stu shrugged and Joey slowly came to his knees to start working his mouth around the Stag Buck's generous cock.
Chad tapped Jaime on the shoulder and smiled. The two wandered off, rounding the big rock to the grassy area surrounding the quarry.
"FUCK," roared Abe, looking down over his laden belly to see his cock plunge in and out of Forrest, "I haven't had a piece ass since I got to this shithole!"
Joey worked Stu's cock, but could tell his bro was distracted. He looked up to see Stu eyeing the new guy, Dean.
"What is it?" he asked.
"He's not even hardly showing," said Stu in a distant voice, as his cock oozed copious amounts of precum. "It's like he's not even knocked up yet."
"You got some Stag shit going on," said Joey. "Go get him, tiger."
As Stu split off with all his focus on Dean's lean athletic build and sweet hole, Joey stood up. He thought to switch off with Abe, but the blond football player was so intent on fucking Forrest's big ass that he didn't see a way to pry him off. Instead he wandered off to find Chad and Jaime.
He found them under a tree, where Jaime lie on his back, his pregnant belly facing straight up, his ankles in Chad's hands as he slid his own cock in and out of the young gymnast. Chad's own belly rested against Jaime's as they tried different positions to best face each other. They were laughing and caressing each other, and as erect as Joey was he didn't have the heart to intrude on their moment. Fucking idiots, as if everyone didn't know about them for weeks now.
He walked back to where Forrest was stuck ass up in a rocky crevice, his own cock trailing precum on the dry rock floor.
Stu was pummeling Dean who was somewhere between laughing and crying as the big Stag Buck cock filled him up. Abe was pounding Forrest, and was tall enough to reach around to grab at Forrest's ample.
"Gimme' those tits and pits," Abe shouted, driving home again and again as Forrest held on with both hands to the front of the rock structure.
Stu finally broke into the hard rhythmic thrusts that marked him nearing his climax. His pecs and belly swelled as he slammed the buck harder and harder. As Stags always did, his cum came on hard and flowed free. Thrust by animal thrust he dumped at least a half-cup of seed into Dean. It hit Dean so hard at his prostate that his cock began to spew Buck cum, untouched, some spraying on Forrest's face.
The site of Stu and Dean's simultaneous orgasm triggered him, and he called out "OH BABY YEAH" as his cock stiffened and he shot his balls into Forrest's hole. When he finally slid out of the wet hole, he bent down to kiss Forrest's back and cheeks, lingering over the stretch marks on his sides.
"That was so good baby," he whispered as he gently helped lift Forrest from the rock holding him in place by his big belly. Stu was just finishing his long slow dump into Dean.
Dean rested on his knees and held his belly up with his right hand as he stroked his cock with his left. Joey stepped up to him, already about to burst and blew his load in Forrest's face, groaning "HOLY FUCK!"
Forrest eagerly swallowed Joey's cock, making the big man quiver and shake as his balls were drained roughly. Forrest at last let lose his own cum on Joey's feet, still gulping down the half spent cock hungrily.
When they reached the quarry, Jaime and Chad were already in the water, swimming slowly. "What'd we miss?" called Chad.
Stu let out a yell and ran fast, leaping from the edge of the quarry, diving into the quarry in a forward dive hampered only slightly by his pregnant belly. One by one the others followed, to varying degrees of diving skill.
At last they all lie in the water, bellies, tits and dicks poking out like island formations in the sun. It was the most peaceful things had been since Brodie came to take Lane away, which triggered a wave of newcomers.
"We didn't eat already, did we?" asked Stu, as always overcome with hunger after sex.
"There's a whole picnic," said Jaime.
"God, I hope there's pickles," said Stu, licking his lips.
Joey laughed, and again took note of how Jaime rested his head against Chad's shoulder in the water, floating together in the quarry.
After swimming, eating and yet more swimming the boys put on their sneakers and wandered back, looking for the Hanging Jock post they made. There they each put on their jocks, briefs and shorts and made their way back to the Venable Home by dusk.
"What on earth is the meaning of this?" asked Ms. Venable, when the boys finally arrived. "I thought you'd gone lost and was ready to call the police to search for you! Where on earth were you all this time?"
"Just at the quarry," said Chad, "Sorry Ms. V, you know the magnetic rocks there mess with cell phones. We would have called if we could."
"I should hope so!" said the indignant Ms. Venable. "Can you imagine what would have happened if even just one or two of you had gone missing? What would I tell your parents? It would have been ruinous! It would have been the end of the Home!"
Chad and Jaime tried their best to calm Ms. Venable.
Joey watched and turned to Abe, whispering, "Bro do me a favor."
"Yeah sure," shrugged the football stud.
"I need you to cover for me," said Joey. "I gotta' go see about a guy."
TO BE CONTINUED