*Note -- this chapter jumps forward in time. But because of the magic of Green Lake, characters age at different rates.
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
Liam -- 25 (bottom), Ray's nephew
Jack -- 9, Ray and Liam's son
~Approximately~ twelve years later...
"Oh! Oh! Unnnhhhhhhh... Oh!"
The dim winter morning light was just starting to brighten through the slats in the shutters of Henry's bedroom windows. His red plaid blanket was half off the full-sized bed, one corner slumped onto the floor. Henry was face down. He still had his socks on, and his undershirt, which was starting to stretch tauter every day over his growing belly. But his boxers were pulled down around his right ankle, which was splayed out on his bed, to get leverage and offer some resistance.
"That's good.... Good boy... nice and slow..."
Above him, I was fucking with a steady rhythm, giving him five or six full, quicker thrusts, then pausing inside him and flexing my cock against the walls of his boypussy for a few seconds before pulling back out and repeating. He liked it this way, and he gasped when the ridge of my cockhead teased his ring. I watched as his hole swallowed the full length of my cock repeatedly, my just-greying pubes nestling into the muscled cushions of his glutes.
"Dad! Unnnnghhhhhh.... Daddy! Daddy!"
His hands starting gripping at the sheets erratically, and I admired their size and strength. Henry was more naturally muscled than his brothers -- more of a football-player build, with broad shoulders and thick forearms. The veins on the back of his hands stood out clearly. He'd resisted pregnancy at first, getting through his first few heats without being fertilized thanks to some help from the Clinic, but his fourth one had been the charm, and his horniness seemed to reflect a lot of built-up longing. He always wanted it hard, almost always doggy style. I didn't even know if I was the primary father of the baby growing in him now, but I was glad to contribute my sperm at any opportunity.
"You gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum for daddy?"
"Ahh! Ungh!"
"Almost there, son..."
"Yes! Ungh.... Yes!" Then I felt it -- his hips started undulating back against me with the tell-tale rhythm of his orgasm, clenching against the base of my penis and milking me as my balls drew tight and I came, grunting with each pump of my seed into his pregnant womb. He reached both hands back and held me tight against him for a few moments as our breathing slowed down. I leaned down to kiss the back of his neck, damp with sweat, as he let out a satisfied moan. Then I withdrew the length of my penis slowly, watching as the matted fur of my pubes drew back and every glistening inch of my still semi-hard cock emerged from his chute. He turned to look back at me with a grin. "Thanks, Dad..." I rustled his hair a bit and gently slapped one of his asscheeks.
"Finally." It was Connor, our youngest, standing in the doorway with a hand on one of his hips. "You said you would help me study for my test today," he pouted. "It's almost time to go!"
"Ah, you're right," I said, still breathing heavy and reaching around to re-tie my bathrobe. "Let's get me some more coffee. What's the test on again?"
"The Crisis!" he said, proceeding towards the kitchen.
Dr. Stevens was Connor's primary father (Adam was the birthing father), so Connor looked a bit different from the rest of the brood. Ginger, without much body hair, and very skinny, he nevertheless had inherited Dr. Stevens' oversized cock, and it filled out his briefs impressively. The Project Helix data had revealed to us that I'd still contributed almost 12% of his DNA, given how often I'd inseminated Adam during the pregnancy, so I thought of myself as sort of his dad alongside the doctor and Adam, and he sometimes referred to me that way. He lived with us -- the usual arrangement in Green Lake was for children to be raised in the birthing father's household -- but saw Dr. Stevens often enough for visits and around town. He'd had his first heat just a few months ago, confirming he was a bottom, and he was just starting to show the slightest bump of the resulting pregnancy -- whose, we weren't sure.
Once I'd refilled my mug, I sat on our couch and patted my thigh, and Connor obliged by getting comfortable in my lap, cuddling against my furry crotch and chest. I put one hand on his waist and kissed the top of his head. "Now, what exactly are you supposed to know about for this quiz?"
"It's a test, Dad!" he said. "It's a big deal!" Connor was a bit of a nerd, and cared quite a lot about his grades, which I put down to Dr. Stevens' genes.
"Right, sorry..."
"We have to know everything about the Crisis and what happened afterward. I read the chapter but I still have some questions."
"Gotcha. Pretty broad topic." I put a hand to my beard pensively. "I can start with what I know...
"In short Connor, things had gotten pretty bad. Your textbook probably talks about the energy issues and the Eurasian Collapse, but it was more than that. Paranoia, propaganda, technology getting more sophisticated... it was next to impossible to know what was true and what was made up. So it's hard to say who fired first, or what the tipping point was. But I remember where I was when I heard that there had been a nuclear strike, and I knew things had finally fallen apart.
"By the next day there had been three more bombs detonated -- or actually, four, we learned about one of them much later. A few major cities across the globe had been wiped off the map. It didn't feel like anyone was in charge -- there was some looting, lots of folks thought it was the end of the world and started stockpiling canned food, or what have you.
"It actually didn't take long for a truce to be put in place among the governments that had retained some appearance of power, so the bombs themselves stopped. It seemed like the worst of the anarchy had settled down. But within a month I guess, we all realized the bombs were only the beginning."
Connor cuddled a little closer. "Yeah, I already know all that..." I could feel his heartbeat and his breath on my chest. He could be shy about wanting sex, but I could also feel his dick start to perk up despite the seriousness of the topic under discussion, and I started to massage his hip a little with my hand.
"Listen, do you want me to help or not?" I teased.
"Go on," he said in a dreamy whisper, distracted by my touch.
"Well okay then. It was nuclear winter -- a little over two years of it. Food got scarce, though it wasn't nearly as bad here as it was in some parts of the world. Your dad Adam and I lived in Texas, pretty far from the nearest blast site. By then, most national governments had more or less broken down, or become shells of their former selves, but local communities managed to keep civilization going. We still had electricity, more or less. We had greenhouses, the roads were still clear. After a few months, the phone networks became usable again, and they worked at least half the time. We made do, but it was hard.
"Over time, the effects on people's bodies started showing up. Some were more straightforward diseases from the radiation, but then, there was a sudden decline in fertility no one could totally explain. Each new baby was like a miracle. And later... people started disappearing outright. Mostly women. You know I was married -- to Adam's mom. We woke up one day and she'd gone. Packed no more than a duffel bag and taken off. It made a weird kind of sense."
"They went to the women's communes, right?"
"That's right, or at least I think that's right. We didn't know that at the time, though. I thought she was just fed up and desperate. I still have no idea where she ended up. I heard there's one of the communes off the coast of what used to be Guatemala, I assume she's there, but I don't know.
"Still, we tried to maintain some normalcy as best we could. Schools reopened, supply chains reconstructed themselves bit by bit, communication channels started to free up around the world."
"Is that when..." Connor started to say, before giving a small moan -- I'd slipped a finger under the waistband of his briefs.
"Yep. It was about a year -- maybe a year and a half -- after the sun had nearly returned to its full strength. That's when your dad had his first heat. We didn't know that's what was going on, of course. We went to see Dr. Ray, and he -- "
"You knew Dr. Ray back then??" Connor piped up.
"Oh yeah Connor, I though you knew that, he and I were old friends. He... well, he was the second man to inseminate Adam. He knew about Green Lake, or knew something like it existed."
By this point, my fingers had almost reached Connor's warm, quivering hole, and his cock was fully erect. He moaned and started humping against my crotch with small movements as I continued.
"That's how we ended up here."
Connor shook his head a bit and sat up, interrupting my fondling. "That's what I don't get. Why did you have to leave and come somewhere new?"
"Huh. Well, once men started becoming capable of impregnation... there was still so much we didn't know, but it seemed like it might be a way of overcoming the mass infertility that had followed the Crisis. Your primary father -- Dr. Stevens -- was one of the founders of Green Lake, because he realized there needed to be a place where men like us could have a community while we learned more about what was happening. There are places like Green Lake all over -- I know of one up near where Seattle used to be, and another in Costa Rica. Men live and reproduce, and the local medical professionals don't only provide healthcare -- they do research.
"This all seems normal to you now, but most people out there still don't fully appreciate the potential for this kind of fertility, and some don't even know that male impregnation is possible. There's plenty of old-fashioned anti-gay sentiment out there too. So we mostly kept to ourselves here for a long time."
Connor seemed satisfied by that answer, and returned to cuddling in my lap. My own cock, which had been recovering from breeding Henry earlier, started to wake back up as I felt Connor nestle closer. He reached one hand to play absentmindedly with my chest hair, and it brushed past my nipple.
"So then... what about the Outposts?"
"Right. So a few years back, we started to outgrow this space. Green Lake used to be a mid-sized military base, and there's a limit to the infrastructure. But we also knew that at some point we'd need to reintegrate to society. The Outposts are like a first step towards that -- usually just a house or an apartment, somewhere with an established community, but close enough to Green Lake to maintain contact, deliver supplies, and return quickly if needed."
"And that's where dad is now?"
"Yep. Your dad Adam is at Outpost Theta now with a few other Green Lakers."
"But... mmmmm... isn't he coming back next week?" I had finally reached to Connor's hole with my fingers and found it slick with natural lube.
"That's right, buddy. He'll be back soon. He texted me just yesterday, he's excited to see you."
Connor began to undulate against my middle finger, sliding it in up to the last knuckle and working it against the nub of his prostate. He felt warm and tight and pillowy inside, and he moaned gently.
"Evan..." he whispered. "I know you and Henry already just had sex, but... do you think you have enough for me too?"
I moved one of his hands down to cup my testicles, large as jumbo eggs and furry, hanging low beneath my now-pulsing erection. "You feel that, buddy? There's always more than enough there for you. Feel how hard daddy is for you."
"Is this how you and my dad used to have sex?" he asked in a low, breathy voice.
"Yeah buddy, just like this. And it's how we still do."
"It's so big and warm..."
With that, Connor turned to face me, and we fell into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. I removed my finger from his hole, placed both hands around his thin waist, and guided his pussy to my waiting cock. Slowly, I breached him, and let him take over to sink his weight into my lap inch by inch, while he gave little contented grunts and his large teen cock pulsed harder and harder.
"I guess it's okay if I'm a little late to school..." he moaned, before his horniness took over and he began milking me for the semen he needed.
That night, I found myself sitting in a booth at the Thirsty Seahorse, Green Lake's own Irish pub, enjoying my second beer of the evening with a group of guys in our 40s and 50s who got together sometimes on Fridays after work. Dr. Stevens was there, and Seth, and a few others who were newer to town. Next to me was Stevie Hart, who was sticking to soda water for his drink since he was 5 months pregnant, with his younger brother and husband Paul on the other side; across the booth next to Seth was Alex Makris, who had just unbuttoned his shirt to nurse one of his and his brother's children at his hairy chest.
We were talking about the upcoming elections for the Council, a group of 9 men who served as a basic governing body for the commune. Seth had served as President for two years, which meant his term was up, and three other positions were also coming open, so it was a major election. The topic was the Outposts, as it nearly always was. Some of the men thought we were too quick to expand outside Green Lake and should stay within our borders; others thought we had the resources to start exploring elsewhere, and we should do so in order to re-integrate with the rest of society.
I tended to fall in the latter group, which is why we'd decided to send Adam on one shift at an Outpost as one of the first groups to go out. I knew Seth felt the same way, but I could tell he was trying not to speak up too much, recognizing that he was leaving the Council soon and it was time for new leadership. So as the conversation got a little more heated, when he made eye contact with me, I understood he needed a break, and we both got up to step outside for a minute.
Out behind the Seahorse was a small patio area and yard with a fire pit. Some guys had set up a bonfire and were sitting around it in camp chairs laughing when we came outside into the chilly February air, but we stayed back, standing silently together. Then Seth chuckled and said, "Could you tell I was having some trouble back there?"
"Yeah, and I get why you're holding your tongue. Good to let them work it out on their own. Aren't you looking forward to being off the Council and not having to worry about it as much?"
"Part of me is. But it affects all of us -- everyone contributes to keep the Outposts maintained, and I know everyone was disappointed when we had to bring the Gamma guys back." A few months ago, one of the Outposts had failed after some of the neighbors in the apartment next door called the local cops after catching sight of one of the men's pregnant bellies.
"At the same time," Seth continued, "I'll be glad to get back to focusing on my boys. And..." He paused for a moment. "I haven't told anyone else yet, but I realized just this morning -- I think I'm in heat."
I turned to him, eyebrows raised. Seth was nearing 60. He was still tight and fit as ever, but I didn't think any men had gotten pregnant at his age -- at least not in Green Lake. Everyone assumed that past a certain age, pregnancies were impossible, and that bottoms would naturally go through what we jokingly called a "manopause," but no one was sure exactly what that age was.
"Really, Seth? You think you might be up for another one?"
"The feeling's not as strong as it used to be -- my last one was probably 4 years ago? -- but I think so. Here --" He took my hand calmly and brought it to his lower stomach. There was a clear warmth there.
And as we stood closer in the chilly outdoor air, I caught it -- the faint but unmistakable smell of a fertile man ready for mating. My penis immediately responded, and my voice got lower. "Oh -- I smell it, Seth."
He half-smiled and glanced around before looking back at me and giving a little nod. "I haven't been on birth control because I didn't think I'd need it. But now that I'm feeling this way again... I can't help it, man, I need another one in me. And... I want you to be the primary father, Evan. Our families have gotten so close -- I think it's time."
"If you're sure, Seth. I can't pretend I haven't wanted it too, and thought about it -- I just assumed you were finished with all that." I adjusted my crotch.
Without further ado, he turned around, fumbling with his zipper, and then lowered the back end of his chinos, revealing his muscled, lightly furry asscheeks in the glow of the firelight. I took a deep breath at the sight and unzipped myself, fishing out my manhood and stepping forward. I put my hand on his waist and felt him trembling. When the tip of my middle finger reached the outer edges of his puffy, fertile hole, I felt the slick wetness, and he groaned. The men sitting around the fire, realizing what was going on, gave a drunken cheer of approval, before turning back to their conversation.
I leaned forward to kiss his neck as I inserted the length of my penis slowly. His tight, horny, experienced chute accepted me, and I felt the head of my penis nudging against his prostate and womb. I held it there, breathing in his smell and flexing, before withdrawing and starting to fuck him. It turned me on knowing his sons' cocks had worked this hole before, knowing how fertile he was, ready to give Green Lake one more son together.
"Damn..." he said softly as I slowed down and became more forceful with my thrusts, putting one hand on the door jamb to steady himself against my humping.
"I already came twice today, Seth," I admitted, whispering in his ear. "Need to take my time to work up a big load for you."
And take my time I did. The men at the firepit got quieter as Seth and I kept mating, and eventually they unzipped and took out their own cocks to stroke while they watched us. Seth's moans got higher and higher as I pistoned into him, stretching him out and hitting his prostate, getting his womb ready to grow our baby. I felt him cum twice before I was ready, but then my orgasm came on all of a sudden and I grunted in surprise as I felt his hole pulling the cum out of my cock.
"Damn," I said, panting. We kissed. I heard one of the men by the fire shoot his load too.
The next morning, I woke up cuddling Seth from behind, in his house. I couldn't help sliding into him with my morning wood to give him another load. But just as I was getting started, I heard my phone buzz on the bedside table -- it was a call from Dr. Stevens.
Still halfway inside Seth, I answered.
"Evan," he said. "You should come down to the clinic as soon as you can. It's Adam -- something's gone wrong at the Outpost."
"Be right there."