This story is a fictional work of adult erotic fantasy, involving consensual sexual relations between men. It is intended for adults only.
A collaboration between silverstat & @fertilemussy on twitter. Themes: Group sex / mpreg (male pregnancy)
The crowded commuter train heaved along its tracks in the sultry August heat and Heath Gullifer was admiring the view. He hadn't managed to get a window seat, in fact he was perching his ample ass at the end of a row facing the crowded aisles, but that was just fine with him as he surveyed the suit-clad crotches while they sidled around him at eye-level. Men of all shapes and sizes were crammed in amongst one another on their way to work, from young cocky corporate bucks dressed in overpriced suits to gruff construction workers in their grimy overalls; but one thing they all seemed to have in common were the giant baby-makers each passenger had stashed in his pants.
Slung to the side, bulging through tailored trousers, snaking down the leg of loose jeans, clumped together into a hefty mound in compression shorts, each package was a little different but each held such promise; it felt like a buffet of hogs being dangled in front of his face.
He shouldn't be so worked up, after all it was only last night he was enjoying the company of a young man he had managed to lure over to deliver the cum he had been craving so badly, the last of which he could still feel oozing slightly into the seat of his underwear. The boy had been amazing, reaching spots he'd forgot he had and planting a load deep enough inside that he was almost certain he'd been knocked up. But that was just it, the action of the previous night had seemed to break the seal on his hole, and his body was now in full-on cunt mode. His asshole throbbed and he felt his heart rate steadily climbing, he knew he was probably blushing from the tip of his shaved head all the way to his toes, but he couldn't care less. All that mattered was finding another load to join the one currently oozing from his hole. Perhaps he could call up the boy from last night and get a repeat performance this evening? Though the idea of waiting a full 12 hours seemed impossible. He needed it now god dammit!
Just then, the train came to a sudden lurching stop, sending the standing commuters staggering forward and the crotch of the young man directly into his face, smooshing the thick log right across Heath's face, and judging by the firmness, it wasn't entirely soft. He looked up to smile at the young man who looked a little shaken, mouthing a sheepish 'sorry!' as an announcement came over the intercom.
"Apologies for the abrupt stop, there's been a signal failure at the upcoming junction. A repair team is on the way, we thank you for your patience."
Groans resounded throughout the carriage as the men made a show of checking their watches and phones, working out how long this delay was going to set them back.
Minutes ticked by with no word and with the train at a standstill. What little ventilation that the open windows had offered was gone and the carriage of tightly-packed bodies soon began to heat up as it baked beneath the summer sun.
Everywhere men let out deep sighs, fanning themselves as they battled the heat. Ties were loosened, jackets slung off & shirt buttons undone; one particularly exhibitionist youth even removed his shirt entirely, stripping down to a thin cotton vest that revealed a lithe and gym-toned torso, glazed in sweat, then glancing up to see if any eyes were on him. Though no one in the carriage was suffering from the warmth more than poor Heath, and that was because his heat wasn't just coming from without but also deep within.
It was just too much, the sights and smells of the virile male bodies around him, the trickle of cum that was still working its way through his insides. His lips tingled where they had collided with the crotch of the nervous young man. His ass lips tingled too, throbbing as they dilated - pushing out a steady flow of pussy juice into his tented boxers. If he'd been more himself he'd have worried how he'd make it off the train without everyone seeing his soaked pants, but in his current state of mind he didn't care, couldn't care. In fact he wanted them all to see, see what a horned up bitch was in their midst, what a fertile dripping man pussy really looked like.
His breathing was getting progressively heavier as lewd thoughts clouded his already hormone-addled mind. Without thinking he began shifting in his seat slightly, swaying and rubbing his hips against it to try and get some stimulation, the sodden material of his underwear working its way up into his asscrack and teasing at his hole.
"Are you ok sir?" He was broken from his auto-erotic trance by a voice mere inches from his ear. He jumped slightly to see the young man that had been seated next to him, leaning unsociably close. The man looked to be in his early twenties and wearing the uniform of one of the big city coffee chains, though he'd removed his apron and had it bunched in his lap. His right hand was fondling something beneath the apron while his left slowly came to rest on Heath's knee, giving it a light squeeze.
"I'm, ahh, I'm fine," Heath replied, his knees automatically twitching at his touch and began to sway back and forth, stirring the air around his ass. It was then that it hit him, oh shit, his heat pheromones. You know how they say if you can smell your own B.O. then it meant you really stank. Well if a fertile bottom can smell their own pussy musk, then it meant they were really in heat.
"I know you are, because I can smell it. You smell fine. So, so fine." The kid got closer and took a deep inhale at Heath's neck, causing the squirming man to groan. Heath looked up, cautious that his body that was quickly losing control would be noticed. He could see every set of eyes in the carriage were all set on him and the young man. Heath's first instinct was to pull away some. But once he pulled away, all of the men in the carriage began to look at each other smiling and some even chuckling, and then back at Heath with a predatory glow.
The packages he'd been checking out the whole journey were one-and-all now raging erections that were being palmed and stroked through their respective fabrics. They had all scented him by now, though no one seemed able to break the spell and pull out their cock, god he wished they would.
Heath could feel it happening. His mussy engorging with fluid and his man labia puffing up, and he knew he was about to completely lose control; which now only made the men's stares more intense and deranged.
"Fuck," Heath moaned, leaning in slightly to the young man's touch as his neck was nuzzled, the roving hand slowly working up his smooth, rippling torso until it was kneading at his sensitive muscle-tits.
"I can't take it!" A second voice whined, it was the skittish kid from before, fumbling with his trousers and practically tearing open his fly to release a truly enormous cock, at least a foot in length and almost thicker than the lanky boy's forearm. Liberated from the constraints of his trousers, it swung in a buoyant arc, flinging clear trails of pre- before coming to rest directly in front of Heath's face, the thick, foreskinned head almost visibly pulsing with pent up desire.
"So-sorry, I need, please-" Heath cut off the poor boy's pleas in an instant, instinctively lunging at the thick pole and swallowing it down as far as he could, caressing the rock-hard shaft with his tongue and savouring the delicious salty-umami of the stranger's cock. It felt like the first meal after a hard day's labor without food, or a drink after wandering a barren desert. He groaned in satisfaction as he relished and worshipped the cock, bobbing up and down furiously as he coated it in his drool. This wasn't about skill, not even even pleasure, it was pure visceral need. He needed the contents of the churning, egg-sized nuts that were slapping his chin and he needed them now.
Fortunately it didn't take long, whether it was the scent of his fertile pussy or the fact that the kid might have some serious public sex kink, the young man soon gave a strangled cry before gripping Heath's head and pushing him down to the root of his cock as it unloaded directly down his throat. Heath felt the already girthy cock spasm and grow impossibly larger as it filled his gullet with what felt like a cupful of cum. He furiously tore his head back and grabbed the base of the still-cumming shaft, then sweetly stroking it while nursing the flared pulsing head; so determined to let his tongue taste the baby batter straight from the tap. His renewed efforts were rewarded with another load as the boy's piss slit darted open to flood his mouth with a further gush of cum.
By now the entire carriage had erupted into rousing moans and mumbled expletives. One by one the men followed suit and began tugging down their pants and beginning to furiously jack off at the deliciously slutty display. The barista had wasted no time while Heath was getting throatfucked and had successfully managed to tug down the bottom's now soaking shorts and underwear, exposing Heath's own hard dick and needy hole.
"Holy shit, you're dripping dude," he murmured as he dug his fingers into the crack of Heath's ass, feeling around for the hungry hole inside while groping at the thick, succulent cheeks. "Such a beautiful ass, built for taking cock am I right?"
By this point Heath had already moved on to the burly construction worker who was standing fully naked as he pumped away at the bottom's throat. With a mouth full of cock he couldn't say much, but simply groaned and shifted his weight round to his knees, presenting his round rump, his plump mussy gaping in the exposed air.
The barista didn't need any further invitation and dove straight in, tonguing furiously at the winking hole before letting his mouth roam over the juicy round ass in front of him, sinking his teeth into the yielding flesh out of sheer carnal desire and licking up the glistening layer of pussy juice that had coated his entire lower half.
Like any self-respecting breeder top, he'd seen his fair share of butts, but there was something about this heifer's ass - the perfect soft pale skin puffed up with the right balance of muscle and fat to give it that perfect bubble shape. Even the thumb-sized brown birthmark above the left cheek wasn't a blemish but an adornment, contributing to what must have been one of the most fuckable asses this world had to offer.
He clapped his hands together and gave a silent prayer of thanks for the meal he was about to receive, before diving back into the loose, puffed up hole, wriggling in both tongue and fingers as he worked over Heath's cunt and taint, knowing just how to provide the right level of stimulation to make this already hungry hole into a total mancunt, ripe for fucking.
The combined ministrations to his ass caused Heath to pull back from the contractor's tool long enough to let out a short yell as he felt his pussy give him a full-body orgasm as a reward for finally giving it the attention it was craving. It started deep in his hole, at the very base of his womb, before pushing down and out, creaming a load of pussy juice straight into the barista's open mouth. His whole organism resounded with an intense pleasure, one that was only brought to further heights when he saw more cocks begin to present themselves to him.
In a swift movement, he tore off his shirt to reveal his stacked upper body before grabbing a stranger's cock in each hand and pulling them to his bare chest, wanking them off while rubbing the leaking, thick mushroom heads against his own puffed-up nipples. He allowed the contractor to pull him back down onto his shaft, dropping a second load of potent cream down his throat. This was it, he knew he was going to have to have every load this carriage had to offer. Through the symphony of bottom pig delight a simple thought entered his brain 'I'm going to be a cumdump for every breeder here.'
The barista continued with his vigorous tongue fucking as he let his hands roam across the smooth skin of Heath's broad V-shaped back, tracing the contours of his muscles back down to the twin globes of his glutes, before giving them a hard, open-palmed slap. The accompanying pink blush that followed was enough to complete the picture; a dripping, gaping cunt sandwiched between the two pink fleshy cheeks was too much to resist, it needed to be bred, now. Fortunately, he had the perfect tool for the job as he hefted out his own raging hard-on from his trousers, pressing the base to Heath's taint so he could feel the size and heat of the churning balls as they brewed up the hot frothing load that was soon gonna be sloshing into his loosened cunt.
Positioning the tip of his cock against the hole, the barista winced slightly at the intense sensation of hot wetness, the splayed ass lips seeming to caress and massage his head, practically pulling him in as he and his shaft bottomed out in Heath's hole in a single, fluid motion. When his balls swung into Heath's taint both men gave a desperate moan. The two sets of genitals fitting together so perfectly. The pussy walls that gripped and queefed around his dick were pulsing between a delicious, loose caress and a tight, moist grip, the fertile pussy trying its best to milk the load directly into its womb.
"Careful babe you'll make me nut before I can even start pounding that gash," he chuckled, bracing himself before slowly pulling out and thrusting home at an experimental tempo; laughing to himself as his bush became matted with the thick, viscous pussy juice and the stuffed cunt let out an appreciative gurgle.
As he picked up the pace, Heath's ass increased in volume with loud, sloppy, squelches as the now fully stretched pussy lips quaked and gaped around the cock. The coffee-slinger's dick was hitting every g-spot, every kink and nerve in his ass. Between it and the freshly-cumming cock lodged down his throat, he felt like his body was one big hole, a reservoir for catching every drop of cum that could be flung his way.
The young lad put up a good fight, but sooner than he'd like he felt the sperm rising in his balls and the beginnings of what promised to be a mind-melting orgasm sparking in his shaft. Placing a firm grip on Heath's tense shoulders he got ready to ride it out - the wave crashed through as he felt the cum flood out of him and immediately engulf his dick in his own thick, creamy load as he fucked it deeper and deeper up Heath's ass.
"Fuck daddy, take that cum! It's all for you, every fucking drop!" Continuing to flex and dump load after load up the fertile mangina. Each time he felt like he was done, he felt Heath back up on him and clench his walls in order to milk his dick and prolong his orgasm.
"Daddy takes care of his boys you hear? Gonna make you feel as good as I can," Heath grinned, feeling the cock in his rear give one final spasm before gradually deflating. Not wanting to waste a single drop, he signalled to one of the horny audience who'd been pleasuring themselves during the fucking to plug up his hole. The barista tagged out with a hi-5 as the new office worker took his place, starting a pussy relay that was gonna lap around every man in the carriage.
So began an epic cum carousel, with Heath at the very center, the target for every crumb of pent-up sexual frustration these men in the prime of their lives could muster. An orderly group of naked, horned up men thronged around him, offering up their painfully hard cocks to be taken care of by his loving touch. His ass and mouth were never empty but for mere moments at a time, each growing progressively more sloppy and saturated in the endless loads. The more modestly endowed men were able to fit up his ass two-at-a-time, pulling him to the floor in a rutting frenzy as they raced to be the first to shoot their shot and knock up this gorgeous daddy.
Several more men who had been jacking while waiting their turn lost it at the sight and lunged forward to their knees looking to contribute their loads to the avalanche of DNA that was spilling out of Heath's wrecked hole, their thick cum falling in long strings, splashing across his thighs and chest.
Lying on his back on the piles of discarded clothing, his thick muscles glistened with the jizz of over a dozen horned-up breeders. Heath panted while gently rubbing in the last of the cum into his skin and in circular motions on his supple puffed out nipples like an erotic enhacement lotion. The repeated fucking meant that his ass simply couldn't close up now no matter how hard he tried; and he felt a steady stream of excess cum pooling at the base of his ass. Spreading his legs like a lewd nympho, he cupped a portion of the thick white cream and sampled it, still boiling hot from being freshly planted in his guts. It was delicious, like manna from heaven.
The small crowd that had gathered around him were all slumped on the floor, his pussy having reduced even the strongest among them to rag dolls as they basked in the post-orgasmic glow of having nutted in, on and around such a perfect fertile pussy.
Suddenly, Heath was snapped out of his cum-drenched reverie as he felt the floor dip slightly near his feet, indicating the approach of a tall figure that strode up to stand before him. The man was a monster, huge. Like he ate liquid testosterone for breakfast. Though from his face he couldn't have been much older than 25, he towered over the other naked men that he'd shoved aside, something like 6'7"; looking like nearly 300lbs of solid muscle, a solid 10lbs of which must have been all dick & balls. Just as Heath began to fantasize that his face was familiar, very familiar, like he just saw him on TV 3 nights ago when he was watching his favorite basketball team play, the stranger's long massive dark slab twitched as it grew to full mass and jutted straight out from his dense pubes like a fucking torpedo, engorged veins cobbling over its impossible girth, crowned with a pink, cut head that refused to taper, maintaining the thickness almost all the way to the end of his dick. Not to be outdone, his balls were similarly obscene in size, giant baby-makers that had to be the size of beef tomatoes that swung and flopped between his thick, hairy thighs with every step.
Heath had heard tales of this kind of super-breeder before, but never seen one in the flesh, a man with jizz so virile it was almost dangerous. That could knock up a bottom slut just by looking at him. And here one was, getting to his knees in front of Heath's blissed out cunt.
"What's your name slut?"
"Heath, Heath Gull-MMpH," before he could get his words out, a new stranger had ambushed his open mouth, stuffing another thick cock inside. Probably the man's agent.
"Heh, well Heath Gulp, you ready to be a daddy? Be a fucking brood mare for my stallion cum? What, you want twins? triplets?"
He quickly unstuffed his face with cock just brief enough to cry out, "Yes!" before latching his red irritated slut lips back onto the other stranger's dick, like a baby craving security with a pacifier.
"Yes what, pig?"
Unstuffing again, "Yes sir! Give me your cum, sir. Fucking split my cunt all the way open and knock me up, over and over!"
The impossibly hung stranger didn't need much more convincing. In fact he was delighted to have stumbled upon such a talented and unabashed slut, on his way to work of all places. His colossal endowment made finding a partner, even among cock-loving fertile bottoms, rather challenging, and he didn't get to fuck a ripe hole nearly as often as his his libido demanded. As such, he currently had a good 5 day load sloshing around in his baby-making nuts that was begging to find a home somewhere warm and wet; and judging from the river of cum that was seeping through Heath's beaten up and swollen man cunt, he'd found a suitable vessel for his seed.
Stooping down on all 4's while still eying that mussy intensely, he looked up and locked eyes with Heath communicating telepathically that it was all over for Heath. He reached his arms up and pushed back Heath's splayed legs slightly, getting ready for a missionary-style drilling. With one hand he grabbed hold of his python-like dick giving it a few tugs until it burped forth a steady stream of pre-cum to coat his thick breeder shaft, before guiding it to the open hole before him. As the impossibly wide head made contact with Heath's hole he knew he was in for a real treat, the chunky tip already splaying Heath's hole as it continued to widen with every inch that was inserted. Heath's blown-out pussy walls were suddenly pulled taut as a drum as they were forced apart to make room for the slugger that was slowly and methodically bulldozing its way up his guts.
After pressing home for what seemed like hours, Heath finally felt the giant set of balls, like a pair of juicy oranges in a bag, rest at the base of his hole.
He had taken the whole thing, and God did it feel amazing.
The pair took a moment just to enjoy the sensation of being totally satisfied, their genitals throbbing. Heath could feel the stranger's powerful heartbeat as it thrummed through the fuckstick buried in his cunt and similarly the stranger could feel every pulse as the over-stuffed pussy spasmed around him. Fixing their eyes on one another, there was a brief nod before he drew back slightly and began work on demolishing this pussy.
The man's size was like nothing Heath had ever experienced before, even the long dicked nerd from the night before couldn't compare, with each thrust he could literally feel the man's cock push through his anal canal into and through his uteral fornix, the `second hole' as they call it, the head lodging itself right at the very back of his fucking womb. The ultimate g-spot.
"Fuck, feel that mussy grip my dick, you wanna milk me that badly?"
Yes, yes he did. Heath knew that, as satisfying as the loads that had come before, that this one would be the crowning glory, the ultimate body-breaking breed. Forget 9 months, he was gonna be knocked up for 9 years!
They both looked down at the thick, melanated baseball bat of a cock pistoning in and out of the abused hole, coated in the combined seed of the eager men who had nutted before, the cum frothing and gliding out of his already moist cunt. The sight was beyond slutty, and they both loved it.
Heath had lost count of the amount of times he'd creamed on the various dicks that had been inside him that morning, his own overstimulated cock had long since shriveled into a clit out of sheer exhaustion and he was simply leaking a continuous thin trail of precum. However, as mangled as his brain had become from the previous orgasms, he retained enough presence of mind to realize that the one that was currently building in his pussy would outshine any of the others. The entirety of his pussy, from his bloated pussy lips right up through his anal cavity into his womb were being stroked and pounded by the biggest dick of his life, the result was he could feel his whole cunt gradually being brought up to a lubey, cummy frenzy. His whole anatomy was screaming to be fertilised, his ass showing its gratitude for having its purpose fulfilled so totally by supplying him with the most exquisite pleasure. There was only one thing that could take him over the edge and judging by the furrowed brow of the muscled-out top, he was nearly there.
The ripped man gave a bellowing howl before throwing everything he had behind one final thrust, ploughing into the ruined, dripping mess that was Heath's hole. That final ounce of pressure was enough to push his blunt cockhead through the final sphincter up into Heath's womb to deposit his load right in the center.
Heath watched in wide-eyed awe as the potent daddy kept blowing his load. He felt the scalding jets of cum flooding his whole womb, pushing up even into his ovaries. The sensation was unlike any he had ever felt, and it was continuously building with the volume of liquid that was flooding his cunt. So much so that he noticed a small bulge had begun to form beneath his abs as his guts distended and swelled with the floods of jizz that coursed through his torso.
This was more than an orgasm, it was nirvana. A kind of Cosmic pleasure that could split heavens and move the earth. He felt so full of love, so full of cum, he was on the verge of blacking out from the experience, but his hole kept him centered, not wanting to miss even a microsecond of this moment he would cherish forever.
They stayed locked in their carnal embrace for an eternity, the cum flowing from one into the other, where it pooled and pooled into an ocean of raw masculine force, flooding his cunt, flooding his whole body with pleasure, life and energy. Never before had either felt so entirely spent and satisfied, their seeping merging fluids feeling almost like a glue, binding the two bodies together in an erotic locus of constant, throbbing delight. However, even this most intense of pleasures had to end, and eventually both men felt the heart-stopping force of their dual-orgasm subsided to a simmer.
Slowly coming to, Heath heard a few ripples of murmured laughs and stifled groans from the carriage, looking up to see men holding their cell phones up to record the main event. As the young stud slowly pulled out of Heath, it unleashed a veritable DNA tsunami to pour forth, soaking the floor of the carriage around Heath in a lake of baby batter. "Fuck, that was insane daddy. I've never had a bitch who could keep up with me like that. Shit got me falling in love. Listen," he pulled a card case from his discarded trousers and flicked it to Heath, where it landed with a limp splash in the pool of cum collecting in his navel, "give me a call when you go for the first ultrasound, I reckon this'll be my biggest brood yet, wanna see for myself." He gave a wink before heaving himself up and pulling on his stained shirt, leaving Heath rubbing his bloated tummy while sitting in the still warm pool of potent seed.
Heath was of course definitely knocked up. He had been already from the night before, but he had to wonder what the volume of seed sloshing in his guts and the number of times his pussy had creamed meant for his fertility. Was he going to have twins? Triplets? Had his ovaries sprayed out a dozen eggs in that final blast of pleasure? Who could say? But he groaned softly at the thought of finding out soon enough.
Heath lay sprawled out on the floor like a knocked-up babymaker, completely drenched in fluid, not remembering who or where he was. Just as he was shutting his eyes, he was stirred from his zen by a voice on the intercom. "Folks, our repair team has finished their work. The train will begin moving again. Please hold on or be seated."
He felt the train lurch forward and heard the whole carriage of bucks smirking and chuckling to each other in triumph while staring down at Heath not being able to move a single muscle in his body. He knew he didn't need to move either, and so he gently shut his eyes again. Because Mr. Gullifer now understood. He and the fertilized eggs inside were the precious cargo.