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Loosely inspired by the great Bill Drake's "cornell tx" series.
When I think back now, it seems to me like I first started to suspect that something really strange was going on one morning in June, when Adam still hadn't come down for breakfast by 7:30. He'd woken up like normal, slipped out from beside me in bed and gone to his shower, so I knew he was awake, and it was unusual for him not to be on time for school. So I went upstairs to check on things, and heard him in the bathroom coughing. I remember the view as I approached: the door open, early summer light on the white tiles, and my boy, kneeling with both hands on the toilet seat. I still feel guilty, because when I first saw him bent over, his balls dangling below his lightly furry hole, all I wanted was to take him back to bed. But he wasn't feeling well: he had just vomited.
"Damn, buddy, what's up?"
He wiped his mouth and turned around. "I dunno Dad, not feeling great."
"Something you ate?"
"Maybe... doesn't really feel like that though... maybe just a cold?"
"Could be..."
He stood up and turned around, brushing his longish blond hair out of his eyes, with a big, handsome smile, thick tool swinging in the clean light. He came in for a kiss, which I blocked -- "blegh" -- and he laughed. "Must just be a side effect of the medicine." But that didn't seem right either. It was instinct that drew my hands to cup his lower abdomen, still tight and muscled, just the beginnings of a treasure trail to greet my fingers. I felt him there gently, then shook my head and removed my hand. We exchanged a strange look, one we had grown used to, that excited me and confused me at the same time.
"Well you better stay home from school buddy, don't want you spreading anything around."
"Honestly I feel better now. You mind taking me in a bit late after I get dressed?"
"If you're sure, no problem. Eggs are ready downstairs."
The same thing happened the next few days, and then it went away, just like it came. It wasn't until a few weeks later that he actually started to show. We had just fucked and I was spooning him from behind, my cock still shiny and half-hard after I'd pulled out, and I'd put one of my large, furry hands on his belly again. His abs had mostly disappeared and there was an unmistakable, small roundness there. It felt so warm and right, and I rubbed a few spurts of his cum in small circles. He turned his face to me, gave me a quick kiss, and then said softly, "Dad... I think I need to see a doctor."
Not that things hadn't already been strange. Adam was 10 when his mom disappeared, she was one of the first to go, and he took it pretty hard. For me the feeling was mixed, for a lot of reasons I don't really need to go into.
By now, of course, Adam was 14 and his attention span had improved (at least a little). It was just the two of us, and I was amazed at what a good kid he'd become. Solid student with a real talent in his history classes, swam and played varsity soccer. He'd talked about getting approved to work as a lifeguard the next summer to make some money. He had a group of a few close friends who'd known each other since middle school and who played video games together on the weekends. On top of all that, he helped out around the house with almost no whining. He was way more mature than I'd been at that age and I can't take any credit for it, but I felt lucky, since it was just the two of us.
And, being honest, he was a looker. He loved the sun: longish dark blond hair usually a bit messy and salty, lean muscle all over him, light golden skin, and bright, big eyes that lit up when he flashed a smile. Fur coming in in the right places, usually lightened a bit by the sunlight he took in whenever he could. He'd filled out in puberty and his voice had dropped to a confident, manly register. I was even proud of the obvious growth spurt in his package -- he'd clearly gotten my genes on that front and I expected him to end up with eight solid inches like his dad by his twenties.
Otherwise, my genes hadn't contributed too much. I was more on the darker side, half Italian, with a mat of dark fur all over me and broad shoulders. I made good money in my family's business importing wine and liquor for retailers in a good chunk of the country, and kept in shape for 44 at the upscale gym in town, with a solid barrel torso. I like to think I'm a handsome guy, with a strong chin and a permanent 5 o'clock shadow. And as mentioned, no complaints between my legs: I was a good eight inches hard with a pair of hefty, hairy nuts swinging low underneath it. Since the Crisis, I hadn't gotten much action beyond the regular morning shower jack-off.
A few months before the morning he felt sick, Adam's teachers had passed out these machines about the size of a large flashlight, attached by a rubber tube to a gas mask, with canisters of medication to be administered straight to the lungs. You probably remember that there was a period a few years after the Crisis when most of the women had gone and it seemed like there was a new alleged miracle treatment every few months to ward off the worst effects of the radiation. Adam was supposed to breathe through the mask for ten minutes every night before bed. As it happens, for a year and a half when he was younger, Adam had already had a similar treatment for his asthma, so he was used to it. At that time, because sitting still for ten minutes was a real challenge when he was so young, I would come let him sit on my lap in his room while he breathed the vapor, and tell him stories or just talk with him, letting him nod and shake his head.
The first night Adam was supposed to try this new treatment, we had both already gone to bed when he came and knocked on my doorframe. He leaned against the wall in boxers and a tank top with a grin and said sheepishly, "Hey Dad -- for old times' sake -- want to come sit with me while I do this dumb machine?" I smiled up at him from my book and slid out of bed. "Sure thing, buddy, it'll be nice to talk." I followed him into his room and took my position in the rocking chair I used to use when he was little. I expected him to sit at his desk, but to my surprise he laughed a bit and came over to me, turned around, and tried to sit on my lap. I was in nothing but pajama pants, and we had to do some adjusting with his gangly frame-- the only way to make it comfortable for both of us was for him to sit facing me. He held the mask to his face, leaned over to turn on the machine, and began to breathe softly, making eye contact with me every so often before looking away.
I started to ask him about the exams coming up, but he seemed a bit nervous and I stayed quiet. I couldn't help putting my hands on his waist to hold him in place. He felt so warm and soft. Like his skin was vibrating a bit with youthful energy. I hadn't cum in a few days, and to be honest jacking off had stopped being enough for a few weeks now, I didn't know why, so I felt my cock start to stir. The fur was coming in on Adam's upper thighs and I could feel the developing muscles of his soccer-player legs against my own squat-made quads. I stayed silent for a few minutes, inhaling the smell of his lithe, teenage body and lost in a kind of haze as he made small adjustments and rubbed against me. We made eye contact again, more intense this time. For some reason it didn't surprise me at all when he reached out with the hand not holding the mask and gently placed it in the center of my chest, breaking eye contact to look down in amazement, just rubbing the chest hair and running it between his fingers. He brushed one of my nipples softly and I realized they had perked up. I saw that his cock had begun to grow in his boxers and felt my own semi straining at the thin fabric of my lounge pants. It's hard to describe how natural and normal it all felt, even though of course Adam and I had never done anything like this before. We sat there, slowly undulating as I ran my hands further around his waist and held him closer, and he continued his exploration of my chest muscles and fur. Then he took the mask off, gently set it down, and turned to me, biting his lip slightly, cock fully hard now. He leaned in, so slowly, and then we kissed, a deep, full kiss. The taste of him put me in a frenzy and everything after that happened slowly but with a kind of animal urgency: he got off me to take his boxers off and then returned, hard cock swinging between us as I pulled him in to my chest and our bodies made contact again with an electric jolt. We kissed more passionately, and he reached to pull my cock out of the slit in my pants. I'm a heavy pre-cummer and I was already sticky and smooth in my excitement, and his hole was dripping wet. Without missing a beat he brought my raging hardon to his tight boy entrance and began to lower himself. As he settled down, ass against my pubes, his eyes rolled back into his head and he gave a deep, guttural moan as his whole body trembled and shook with pleasure.
Damn, I had never felt anything like it. The smooth, accommodating warmth of my boy's hole sent waves of energy through my whole body, as if everything was fine-tuned to the sensations coming from my massive, rigid cock, enveloped by the deepest part of him. I felt so needed, his desire was so desperate as he began to rock on my tool. Whenever we broke our kiss, he looked at me with a mixture of awe and gratitude, gasping and moaning and gripping my chest, arching his back to feel my cock against every fold of his ass chute. We weren't really fucking -- more like slowly shifting back and forth, so I only slid in and out maybe an inch at a time. It felt more like what it was: we were mating, caught up in some kind of instinct. Eventually he came, hands-free, and I steadied him with my arms and kissed his neck gently as he shouted and spurted between us, eyes wide. He trembled during the comedown, with my cock still lodged deep in him, leaning against me for support, and as his ass milked me with small irregular squeezes, I joined him, my mind blank as I groaned and seeded him, pushing even deeper than before.
We held each other for a while. I ran my fingers gently through his blond locks of hair and his breathing slowed. Then we kissed again.
"Dad, I--"
"Shhhh, it's okay son. I've got you."
"I don't know-- I'm sorry--"
"It's okay, it's okay. I love you." I didn't know what the hell I was talking about, but I needed to let this moment last. Something deep and instinctive in me was reassuring me that what we'd done was right. I flexed my cock a few more times, grunting, before it slid out. That night we slept in my bed.
I woke up to Adam nursing at my morning wood before impatiently sitting on it again. "Uhhh... uhh... uh..." This time I decided to let him feel the full effect, so I sat up, flipped him over quickly, and started long-dicking him. He smiled up at me and moaned in gratitude before closing his eyes and riding it out like a champ, cumming again spontaneously after a few minutes and then dry-cumming with me later, clenching his legs around my waist and pulling me in deep.
If anything, what was most surprising about the next couple months was how normal we were. The sex was phenomenal and kept us both exhausted but otherwise not much changed around the house, except he was sleeping in my bed.
But after that morning when he'd had the morning sickness, we couldn't ignore the issue any more. My college buddy Ray was an OBGYN, so I called him up and asked whether we could come in for an appointment -- said Adam just had some questions and wanted to chat, nothing too specific. I was worried it would feel weird being the only pair of guys in the waiting room, but when we showed up, we were the only people in the waiting room.
Then we were led in, and Adam sat on the table, hand absentmindedly cradling his lower belly. Ray came in straightaway, so thankfully we didn't need to do take-in with a random nurse. He's a handsome guy, hair already greying a little but in damn good shape, with a big confident smile under a thick mustache and fur on his forearms. We hugged and he shook Adam's hand, giving him the once-over, then he and I caught up a bit superficially. Then he sat down, clasped his hands together, and asked why we'd come in.
Adam and I exchanged a look. I cleared my throat. "Well Ray -- to be honest, we're not sure exactly what's going on." I laughed nervously. "Adam's been feeling a bit off, and the symptoms..."
Ray tilted his head with a little smile. "Not sure what you mean, buddy. Wait, I thought this was just--"
"Yeah no, Adam's the patient. Ray... Adam threw up a few days in a row last week, right in the morning."
"So Adam, you got a stomach bug?"
Adam finally spoke up. "Didn't feel that way, Doctor. And other stuff has been off too. Lately, my... well my butt's been feeling strange, itchy almost. Sometimes it drips, and twitches. My heart rate goes up and I... well I get really hard, like I really need to jack off."
Ray straightened up and crossed his arms, turning to me with a strange look. "Huh. Well the... arousal is nothing unusual for a young man your age. But it sounds like you may have some kind of infection in your anal area, could just be jock itch."
"No, Doctor, you don't understand. When it first happened, it wasn't just like horny as usual. It was like I was... in heat or something. And it's still like that sort of, except not as... urgent, ever since..."
"Huh." Ray was getting excited despite himself, adjusting his crotch a bit.
"Doctor, this is gonna sound weird, but... could you give me an ultrasound?"
"That's a strange request, son, not sure..."
I made eye contact with him. "Ray... I know this is out there, but I'm telling you. I think the boy might be pregnant."
Ray chuckled and shook his head a bit, bringing a fist to his mouth. "God damn. Right here in Dallas."
"What do you mean?"
He gave a grunt and sat down on a stool in the corner, running his hands through his hair.
"Boys, for the last six months or so we've been getting strange reports in from all over the country. We've had visits from the military, telling us to keep an eye out for... well, this. Seems that a few radiation sites have started to produce genetic changes in men. These changes seem to mean some can be impregnated, and some do the impregnating. We're still trying to figure out the anatomical details, and it's still rare, but... it might be the future of our civilization if things continue the way they are now."
I took a seat next to Adam and put my arm around him as Ray continued. "Now, I don't know if that's what's going on here, we'll have to check. But if it is, I'm obligated to let the government know. From what I understand there's a colony actually not far from here, an old military base in Green Lake, Arizona, where they're sending these cases."
"Holy shit," I said.
Ray reached a hand to Adam's belly. "Can I--?"
"Yes, of course," said Adam, still processing what he'd just heard. As Ray's hand made contact, Adam gave a small moan and shifted in his seat, looking to me. I knew, of course: he'd just leaked a little of the natural lube his ass was producing. And sure enough his semi was visible under his gym shorts. Ray rubbed his belly in slow circles a few times, as I squeezed his shoulder. Ray stepped back, in a daze. "So beautiful..." he murmured, before rolling over the ultrasound machine and pressing some buttons on it. He lifted Adam's shirt, gently guided me to stand next to the table and Adam to lie back, and moved the wand into place. I couldn't make anything out on the screen, but Ray gasped as soon as the image popped up. "God damn." He nearly dropped the scanner.
By this point Adam was in a state. He'd hunched his feet up on the table to expose the anal wet spot in his shorts, his thick hardon was showing in front, and his hips were jerking slightly. His eyes were half open, glazed over, and occasionally met mine but he was in a world of his own. The whole room smelled like a gym locker as the pheromones from three men mingled; my and Ray's erections showed lewdly in our chinos. Ray pushed aside the ultrasound machine and began groping the beer-can size bulge in his pants, maneuvering Adam to the edge of the table and lifting his legs. I stood beside him, and one arm around his shoulders. We gazed down at my son together, swelling with pride and the instinct to seed him. I patted on his back to encourage him, and Ray reached between my son's muscled thighs, past the leg opening of his gym shorts, and I could see the relief on Adam's face when his thick finger pushed past the wet, needy hole.
"Oh... oh fuck, Doc..."
Ray's voice dropped and became raspy. "Yeah, feel good boy? Your daddy put a baby in there for you?"
"Yeah... fuck yes..." Adams hips were humping back on Ray's hand in a steady rhythm.
"So tight..."
I couldn't help myself. I gently removed Ray's hand, pulled Adam's shorts past his rigid manhood and dropped them on the ground. Then I knelt and started to tongue him. He yelped and moaned again as I made love to his hole with my mouth, revving him up the way I'd learned he liked best. I could hear Ray breathing heavily behind me and realized he had pushed his pants to his knees, and as I removed my tongue from the sweet warmth of Adam's hole to turn, I got a closeup view of his beer-can-thick, 6.5-inch log of a cock, one drop of precum glistening right at the tip. Without much fanfare he presented it and I stood to let him in. He made eye contact with Adam as he took his mounting position and then stuffed his thick meat in, one hand on each of Adam's furry legs. Adam gasped with relief and I saw his whole body relax as Ray reached his hilt and threw his head back, groaning from the pleasure of my boy's tight sleeve. Adam's eyes lit up and he began to swivel his hips as I knew he did when he wanted even more, and Ray took up a steady fucking rhythm to satisfy him. But he didn't last long -- the urge to procreate is just too overwhelming -- and after a minute or two he came, red-faced, muscles tensed as he unloaded his seed into my boy's fertile womb. He pulled out, his thick cock shiny and swinging, and Adam turned to me with a look of need. I dutifully stepped forward and pressed my cockhead lovingly against the puffy rim of his boy hole, then slid in slowly and firmly. As I bottomed out, I felt the familiar contractions of his asswalls as he had what looked like an earth-shattering orgasm, spurting onto his chest and clenching his furry legs around me to keep me in place. I brushed my hand through his hair and leaned down to kiss him as he shuddered a bit in the afterglow. Then I started fucking, long, slow strokes in and out of my boy. Knowing Ray's sperm was mixed in with my precum and Adam's own natural lube was a turn-on but I managed to hold off for a few minutes before depositing my own seed, after Adam had cum again, dry, seizing up and then moaning in relief.
I almost thought Ray was gonna be up for a second round the way his face had lit up when I turned to look at him, and the way his semi still stood out proudly from his pubes. But then he shook his head and snapped out of it. The room reeked of sex. "Good thing it's after 5, boys, everyone else will have gone home." He cleared his throat. "Now, I'm sorry to say this, but I'm afraid I'm duty-bound to let the military know about your pregnancy, Adam. This is bigger than all of us."
"I don't want to speak for Adam, Ray, but honestly all we want is to talk to someone who knows what the fuck is going on. If that's the military, then so be it. Who do I call?"
"Oh no, buddy. They'll call you."