WHAT MAKES US SPECIAL
CONTENT WARNING: This story contains depictions of incest and mpreg (male pregnancy), which some might find disturbing or offensive. If you're not allowed to read this where you live, don't.
Otherwise, get comfortable and enjoy ;)
I woke up and it was light already. Still groggy, I reached down and found my dick as hard as a rock.
It was the morning of my 18th birthday and apparently I was excited. I knew 18 would be a special year because Dad and Grandpa had told me all about it growing up. Today I would finally find out what all the fuss was about.
I lived with Dad and Grandpa on a ranch in southern Idaho. It was just the three of us but our ranch was surrounded by ranches owned by other men in the Tychon family. All of the Tychon boys talked about turning 18 and the changes that were supposed to happen. Nobody knew what they were because the older boys and men said we had to wait until we were of age. But we knew it was sexual.
"Fuck, I'm horny this morning," I said to myself as I grabbed my throbbing teen dick. But wait, I was a man now. My 7-inch piece of meat was no longer kid dick. It was man dick.
As I put my hand on my cock my butthole twitched.
I slowly stroked my cock -- who doesn't love to jerk first thing in the morning? -- and my hole twitched more. And faster. It tingled in a way I hadn't felt before.
Fuck.
Was this one of the changes everyone had talked about?
I started to reach down toward my ass and just then my dad knocked.
"You up, Jeremy? Time for breakfast!"
"Yeah, I'm up! Be right down!"
I jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of pants and a t-shirt. It wasn't easy because my dick was hard as a rock and showing no signs of softening. To minimize its appearance, I tucked it in so it was sticking straight up toward my belly button, with the glans tucked under my waistband. It wasn't the most comfortable position in the world, but it worked.
All through breakfast, my dick throbbed painfully. Every movement made it spasm.
"What's wrong, son?" my dad asked. "You seem quiet this morning. Aren't you excited for your big day?"
"Yes! I am," I replied. "Maybe a little nervous, though?"
"Don't be," Dad responded. "You're going to have a great time."
"I hope so. What do we have planned?" I asked, back and forth between he and Grandpa.
Dad smiled. "You'll find out. Be patient."
I went back to eating, but out of the corner of my eye I kept noticing Dad and Grandpa exchange glances. And come to think of it, they looked a little different. Did they get haircuts, maybe? Have they been working out?
Both men looked more trim than I remembered. They were shirtless at the table, which wasn't unusual for us, but they looked more...attractive.
Wait...what? This was getting weird.
At that point, I was finished eating so I got up and headed toward the kitchen to clean up my plate. As soon as I stood up, Grandpa gasped.
"Damn! That was quick," he said.
"Yeah, I guess I was hungry."
"No," he replied, his eyes like saucers. He pointed at my ass.
I looked at my ass and then at my chair. Where I'd been sitting, there was a huge wet spot. When I reached back and touched the back of my jeans, they were soaked. And slimy. Kind of like pre-cum.
"What the --"
"Guess it's time for that talk, son," Dad said.
Dad and Grandpa got up and led me to the living room, where they sat on the couch and I took the chair opposite them.
I wanted to take my pants off so bad. What had gotten into me?
"Jeremy, when Tychon men turn 18, they immediately start to undergo some changes. You probably noticed you felt a little different than usual this morning," Dad said. "Hornier, for lack of a better term."
"Yeah."
"That's part of what we call the 'rut.'"
"So I'm horny. What else is new?"
I was sort of annoyed. I mean, come on. I was 18 after all. I didn't need this to be explained like I was 10. I'd taken AP biology and I had my share of ass already. Sex wasn't weird or mysterious to me.
"Well this is different," Dad said. "This is a rut, not just horniness. Your rut only happens once a year -- around your birthday. It'll probably last a couple weeks, and during that time you can get pregnant."
I laughed. Dad was clearly trying to lighten the mood.
"I'm serious, kiddo."
"Wait," I said. "I can get pregnant? Like a girl?"
"Yeah, more or less," Grandpa said. "Your rut just started so you probably can't YET, but eventually..."
"So, hold on," I said. "Have you gotten pregnant, Dad? Grandpa?"
"Yes," Dad replied. "When I was 18 your grandpa got me pregnant and then nine months later, we had you."
"And that's how I had your dad," Grandpa added.
I thought I was going to pass out.
I was also the horniest I had ever been in my entire life. And I needed to be fucked. Bad.
"Tychon men are the only men known to get pregnant," Grandpa said. "It's something genetic that we've all carried down."
"I guess that explains why I was so horny at breakfast," I replied.
"And why your hole was all wet," Dad said.
I instinctively reached back to my ass. It was even wetter than before, if possible. I brought my fingers to my nose and smelled them. A little musky, but there wasn't much noticeable smell.
I mostly just realized how it made me feel -- like I needed dick in me.
"As a Tychon man, your hole gets wet like a vagina," Dad said, smiling affectionately.
He looked so handsome. I was happy to have someone so close explaining all of this.
"You can't get pregnant from just any man," Dad said. "Only another Tychon man has the kind of sperm you need to get knocked up."
My heart was thumping. I could feel the pulse in my dick. I shuddered and my hole twitched.
Dad and Grandpa watched silently as I put my hand down the back of my pants.
Grandpa slowly reached over and put his hand on Dad's leg. Dad put his hand over Grandpa's and pulled it onto his cock. Dad and his dad locked eyes.
"Fuck," all three of us said in unison.
"I should add," Grandpa said, "That there's a family tradition going back several hundred years that a man's first rut fuck be with his dad."
Oh my god.
My asshole was quivering now. Not twitching now and then but full on constant spasms. I whimpered.
"Dad...I...fuck."
I stood up and pulled my pants down, bending at the waist and showing my hole to Dad and Grandpa as I took them off. I wasn't wearing underwear.
"I'm so horny, I don't know what to do, Dad."
"I know, son."
I stood up and Dad looked me straight in the eyes. It was the most intense feeling I'd ever had.
"That means it's time for your first real fuck," he said.
I started seeing stars. I think every ounce of blood in my body had shot straight into my dick. My hole was so wet my butt cheeks were sliding back and forth on each other.
"Come and get it," Daddy said.
I involuntarily leaned forward some, catching myself before I fell off the couch.
"It's OK, kiddo. You can come over."
He fished his dick out of his shorts and I swear to God it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Don't get me wrong, I'd seen Dad's dick now and then growing up, but never like this. Not hard and horny and ready to breed.
I slid off the couch, landing on my hands and knees on the floor.
Fuck. I was so horny, I had my ass in the air as high as I could get it as I crawled over to Dad's big dick. The dick that made me.
"Daddy's dick looks real good, doesn't it?" Grandpa asked.
"Fuck yeah it does," I answered without even realizing it.
"Sorry, Grandpa, I don't know what's come over me."
"That's your rut, Jeremy. Don't ever apologize for that. It's your most instinctual self."
I looked up and locked eyes with Grandpa. Then I reached over and grabbed Daddy's dick.
"A shame this only happens once a year," I said.