Man Atlas

MAN ATLAS - PART II

By James Ivan

In a world of only men...

The grounds of Saint Benjamin Academy was replete with the noisy chatter and booming laughter of male voices. A professor broke up a small wrestling match that had broke out near the flagpole earlier that morning. And at the northernmost part of the academy, just before lunch, a pair of teenage boys were pulled out of a lip-lock, their hands removed from each others' pants.

Yes, it was a typical day at St. Ben Academy. Blossoming cherry trees, sunny skies, and the sweet smell of pubescent males was thick in the air. Sea salt and a spicy musk filled the hallways and the classrooms, the courtyards and the locker rooms. All the teachers were monitoring their students closely. Boys were going to be boys, after all. It was not uncommon for a teacher or a school administrator to catch some of the Academy's studnets having sex in the bathrooms, in the custodial closets, in the science labs.

But this year, the school was cracking down on its sex education curriculum. St. Ben's pregnancy rate had spiked during the last decade, and after Rick Hunt put a baby in Logan Betlock last summer, the school district decided that sex education needed to be its number one priority. Not necessarily to prevent teenaged pregnancy among its student, but to appropriately educate its students on the process, the consequences, and ultimately, the significance of fathering sons.

Of course, rudimentary sex ed was for boys in their early teens--the boys who were still, in a word, pubescent. Boys ranging from the ages of eleven to sixteen were required to take several years of Basic Maleology before they were able to enroll in the upper division courses. Both Rick Hunt and Logan Betlock had been in this category.

For the older boys at St. Ben, however, sex ed classes were a bit more...advanced.

At the age of seventeen, boys are considered to be "young men", or "men-in-the-making." The gap between boyhood and manhood is not always distinguishable...the line is often unclear and undefined. At what point does a boy become a man? The transitional moment is surely infinitesimally small. But there is undoubtedly a moment when a boy must cross that line, and the average age, at least in the modern world, was seventeen--where the advanced Maleology classes began.

(In this world of men, boys attend school until the age of seventeen, where they are then given the option to graduate and join the work force, or continue with their education until the age of twenty.)

So on this bright sunny day, when the campus of St. Ben was overflowing with noises that only males are known for, Professor Wood's Advanced Maleology class was gathering in Room 327 and, naturally, the entire rooms reeked of male pheramones.

Tyler Lewis assumed his seat in the back of the room--his usual spot--and took out his notebook. He was a typical eighteen-year-old boy. Not hyper, but energetic. Not cocky, but jubilantly confident. He was considered mature for his age, but there was still a boyishness about him. A youthful charm.

While Tyler often maintained a wallflower status in new crowds (he wasn't exactly shy, just observant), he had a tight-knit group of buddies that he would often goof-off with, shoot-the-breeze, "chill"--to keep the colloquialisms in rotation. He and his friends were always going to frat parties on the weekends (in fact, one of his good buddies 'was' a frat boy), and Tyler would often join his pals in Spring and Summer camping trips/cross-country road trips.

Yes, Tyler and his group of friends were nothing short of ordinary teenaged boys: quick to discover their cocks, and quicker to find interest in each other's butts.

Starting from the age of fifteen, Tyler learned something about himself that would carry him into adulthood with ease: he was attractive. Yes, chestnut-colored hair and sun-browned skin, he was one of those rare, exceptionally gorgeous boys. Puberty had sculpted him into quite the young stud--slender build, ample rump, large feet, delicious skin-tone, heartbreaking brown eyes.

Yes, when all was said and done, Tyler was a knockout.

In addition to his good looks, Tyler was a Bottom. He maxed out at five-foot-eight, a hundred-and-forty pounds, and had just about every Top in the academy preying on him, including his buddy Daryl, who had been an obvious Top ever since his balls dropped in the sixth grade. Daryl was a decent looking guy, and certainly a kind person, but Tyler wasn't interested in bearing his children (as Daryl had many times suggested). The man whose children Tyler wanted to bear was someone else entirely. He didn't have a specific guy in mind. But he would know him when he found him, he was sure.

Yes, he would know.

As Tyler scratched the date on a blank page in his notebook, Professor Wood stepped into the room.

The room's muffled chatter began to fall away and students began to take their seats. The sounds of wooden chairs creaking under the weight of heavy male bodies resounded within the walls. Boys clearing their throats, scratching their underarms, yawning, stretching--the male noises were eternal.

"Good afternoon," Professor Wood said, approaching the lectern and examining a small stack of papers. He didn't even look up.

He was a tall, middle-aged man with thick black hair and significant muscle definition in his chest and arms. A full goatee textured his face, and a dark brow framed an even darker set of eyes. It was evident that many of the boys in the academy had a crush on Professor Wood. In fact, three years ago, Professor Wood had one of his students pursuing him so aggressively that he ended up getting that student pregnant one day after class. The student was a seventeen-year-old boy named Andrew Dixon who ended up graduating later that spring. He gave birth to their child three months after graduating and subsequently moved in with Professor Wood so that they could raise the kid together. The two of them were now engaged to be married.

"Let's go ahead and take our seats."

Wood was specifically addressing Phillip and Neil, who were still standing on the far side of the room, silently swapping stories that were, apparently, very funny. The two of them shut up, cleared their throats, and immediately curled up in their desks when they saw Wood's dark eyes descend on them like a gavel.

At the front of the room, Wood clicked his papers into order and turned to the blackboard to write. Tyler quickly scanned his notes from the previous day, refreshing his memory.

"Everyone in here knows the Male Binary," he said, scribbling words and definitions onto the board for the class to copy down.

The professor wore nothing but a black T-shirt, which was form-fitting, and a pair of dark jeans and black boots. He was a slightly unorthodox educator, one who didn't conform to the suit-and-tie standards like most teachers. In fact, he even had sleeves of tattoos on both arms. Professor Wood was, in every way, a rockstar teacher...very smart, very heretical, easily one of the favorites at St. Ben.

Tyler had to squelch a deep-seated, painful lust for Professor Wood every day. It was hard, though, when the man wore shirts that accented his robust and chiseled figure. Hell, Tyler didn't consider himself the jealous type, but his envy for Andrew Dixon was profound. He'd seen pictures of Professor Wood and Andrew together, smiling, laughing, cradling their newborn on the front lawn of their house. In fact, Professor Wood had a photo of them framed on his desk. Tyler would catch a glimpse of it every time he went to ask for feedback on one of his essays.

Secretly, and perhaps a little maddeningly, Tyler wished it was him in that photo rather than Andrew Dixon, even though Andrew was an adorably cute boy and seemed to make Professor Wood very happy. Their newborn son, too, was a ridiculously cute baby. Still, Tyler wished it was him!

Without realizing it, Tyler let out a deep, lamenting sigh. It was so loud that the boys sitting immediately around him looked up. One of them was Aiden, one of Tyler's best friends. Aiden was a few inches taller than he was, about twenty pounds heavier, and a little duller in his features.

"You okay, dude?" Aiden asked.

Slightly embarassed to have drawn so much attention to himself, Tyler gave Aiden a sheepish grin and nodded.

"I'm fine."

Aiden followed Tyler's line of sight to the front of the room, where Professor Wood was continuing his lecture. A knowing look arched his brow.

"It's Wood, isn't it?" he asked, a clever smirk tugged at his lips.

Tyler shrugged, gave a non-commital nod.

"I know a love-sick boy when I see one," Aiden said. "And you've been drooling over Wood ever since the first day of class."

"Literally and figuratively," Tyler said, lowering his voice to barely a whisper.

Beside him, Aiden stifled a laugh.

"I set you up with that one," he said. "So I'm taking credit."

Aiden Caufield was, much like Tyler, your typical eighteen-year-old boy who discovered his cock at the age of twelve and hasn't been able to think of anything else since that fateful day. As long as Tyler has known him, Aiden has been masturbating multiple times a day, every day, constantly desperate to relieve himself. He was the horniest boy Tyler had ever known--and that was saying something considering this was a world of men, and ONLY men!

It was damn near shocking to just about everyone, including Aiden's dads, when he came out as a Bottom at the age of sixteen. The whole world had Aiden pegged for a Top. He was taller, a little huskey in his build, and always walked through life with a swagger. But somewhere during puberty, his prostate clicked in and started yearning for stimulation. Next thing everyone knew, Aiden was spreading his ass cheeks for cocks left and right, discovering that masturbation via prostate massage was the way to go!

Last year, Aiden met Gary in their first Advanced Maleology class. Gary was on the shorter side (he was even shorter than Tyler), but damn, he was one of the most aggressive Tops in all of St. Ben. Within two weeks, Aiden and Gary were boyfriends. They've been going steady ever since. In fact, everyone was surprised that Gary hadn't impregnated Aiden yet. With how often Aiden spread his ass cheeks for Gary, it was statistically unsound that they weren't on their second kid by now.

"I guess Gary uses protection," said their friend, Bryan, one day.

"Yeah. Either that, or he's gotten real good at pulling out!" said their other friend, Nick.

Tyler would always laugh during these conversations of confusion, because, well, Bryan and Nick were right. It was truly bewildering that their good buddy Aiden wasn't knocked-up, given that Gary's testicles were always swarming in pent-up sperm and ready to fire. Then again, Aiden and Gary didn't seem like the fatherly types...at least, not yet. So perhaps it was a good thing that they weren't reproducing.

"During puberty, boys begin to fall under one of the two sexual categories, Top..." Professor Wood wrote the word in big letters on the board, "or Bottom." He scribbled it down as well. "Otherwise known at the Male Binary. Sometimes a boy will straddle both sexual positions. However, most find that they prefer one position over the other." Professor Wood's dark eyes flicked up at the roomful of students. His eyes narrowed on one student in particular--a large jock sitting in the front row. "Isn't that right, Mark?"

Mark Bailey was one of Saint Benjamin's star football players. He was the quarterback of the school's team, and like Gary, easily one of the most aggressive Tops in the academy.

"That's right," Mark said, a cocky grin spreading from ear to ear. "There's always one that dominates."

Professor Wood had a relatively intimate relationship with his students (former student Andrew Dixon aside). He was chummy, casual, conversational. He preferred to engage his class rather than speak at them as so many professors did. Mark Bailey, though not a very bright guy, was fairly vocal in class, especially when the conversation revolved around sex. Based on previous class discussions, it was made clear to everyone in the room that Mark Bailey was a Top...and damn proud of it. He and Professor Wood would often crack risque jokes about topping during their class discussions.

It was never derogatory, of course. The whole class would laugh at the flippant remarks and clever puns exchanged between Professor Wood and some of the other Tops in the room. Tops were known for having inside jokes about fucking butts, just as Bottoms were known for having inside jokes about being fucked in the ass. It was a male world, after all. One that revolved around sex. Sex. SEX.

"The role of the Top is to insert his penis into the Bottom's anus during intercourse," Professor Wood went on, his voice deep and resonant, and clearly disenchanted with the flattened tone of review. "Upon ejaculation, the Top's sperm will seek out the eggs that rest in the mucus lining of the Bottom's rectum, otherwise known at serebrum. If one of the sperm cells attaches to the egg, the egg gets fertilized, and the Bottom becomes pregnant. Nine months later he pushes a baby out his anus." He looked up, brow raised, as if to say, Any questions? "But you already know this," he said. "You all learned this stuff years ago in your Beginning Maleology classes. Today, I want to talk about the physical effects of sex, also known as Male Manifestation. I won't bore you with a bunch of textbook reading, but if everyone can open to page two hundred in your book, there's an instructive diagram that I think could be of some use."

The classroom filled with the sound of turning pages. Tyler contributed to the clatter.

In their textbook, the diagram Professor Wood referred them to was one of a larger man, a Top, and a smaller man, a Bottom. Both were naked and anatomically drawn to scale. The Top had a full-sized penis and a low-hanging scrotum, and noticeably, a full beard on his face. Faded, squiggly lines seemed to stretch from the underarms and the genitals. The diagram of the Bottom, however, showed a man who had slightly smaller gentials and who was clean-shaven. But it, too, exhibited faded squiggly lines, only they were rising off of the buttocks instead of the underarms and groin.

"Male Manifestation," Professor Wood said as he finished scratching the words onto the board, "is the outward, externalized results of sex." He was pacing the front of the room, his heavy black boots clomping on the linoleum tiles. "I'm sure many of you have heard this before, but when a Top..." He considered his use of words. "...tops for the very first time, that is to say, when he loses his virginity, he begins to grow facial hair. In fact, when a Top tops for the very first time, he begins to grow body hair much thicker and much faster than he did prior to topping. Just take a look around the room."

Professor Wood directed everyone's attention to everyone else. Tyler, along with the other thirty boys in the room, took immediate note of the ones who were sprouting facial hair. Mark Bailey, for one, had a dark chin-strap that framed his squared jaw, and the shadow of day-old stubble peppered his cheeks. In fact, about half the guys in the room were growing facial hair, and it was quite obvious who they were. All of them...Tops. Some had goatees, like Professor Wood, others had unkempt patches, and still, more were in the process growing out full beards.

"Every male who grows facial hair has had sex," Professor Wood said, and a heavy silence fell over the class.

Tyler eyed several of the guys with chin fuzz in the room. His gaze slid over the guys with dark, prickly beard-stubble at the far end of the room. Some had bristling, youthful beards. Some of them were really good-looking. Others were downright hot!

Tyler felt a stirring in his groin and he brought his legs together, hoping that he wasn't tenting his jeans.

"That's right," Wood went on. "Whenever you see a guy with facial hair, you can bet that he's stuck his dick into a butthole. It's that simple. So all you fellas in here who are growing chin fuzz and stubble, we all know where your cock has been."

A percolating laugh took the room. Some of the jocks in the class hooted and howled, proud of their goatees and what they stood for. Others sat with small smirks and devious grins, quietly pleased with themselves. Still, Tyler spied one or two who were blushing, clearly aware that their facial hair was a dead give-away of where they've been putting their penises.

"Whenever a Top inserts his dick into a butt, there is a surge of testosterone that is pumped straight from his testicles and into his belly," Professor Wood explained. "The testosterone is then quickly filtered into the Top's bloodstream through the intestines, and within a few days, he begins to grow facial hair. It is the mark of sex. It is one of the fundamental expressions of manhood, of dominance, of Tophood, and of one's sexual activity. Men do not grow facial hair unless they've put their penis into a butthole."

A hand was raised somewhere in the back of the room. Professor Wood called on the inquirer.

"How come it's only when the penis goes into a butthole?" the boy asked. "How come it's not caused from simple masturbation? Doesn't that yield the same testosterone results?"

Wood nodded, as if understanding the boy's direction of thought.

"When a Top puts his dick into a Bottom's anus, he doesn't only leave a mark on the Bottom--stretching the Bottom's sphincter, leaving traces of his DNA inside the Bottom's body, or breeding the Bottom. But the Bottom will also leave a mark on the Top." Wood stared out at thirty sets of eyes, all staring back at him with fascination. "Every time you stick your cock into a guy's ass," he went on, "you take on a bit of that guy's essence. Does that make sense? Think about it, your cock is made of flesh and muscle and blood. It is a porous organ, and because of that, it absorbs much of the Bottom's DNA when inserted in the rectum. Think of a steak marinating in seasoned juices."

Suddenly, the concept formed throughout the room with a fizzling "Ohhh."

"And so when the penis begins to soak up the traces of DNA found in a Bottom's rectum, there is a chemical reaction in the Top's body. Thus, he begins to grow facial hair."

Another hand went up.

"But there are a lot of Bottoms who have facial hair, too," the kid said. Tyler recognized him from some of his other classes, but didn't remember his name. "My sub-dad has a small goatee, and he's a Bottom. He gave birth to me."

At the lectern, Professor Wood nodded.

"Yep," he said. "Many Bottoms have facial hair. In fact, several of my friends who identify as Bottoms have fuller beards than I do. Don't forget, though, just because you identify as a Bottom doesn't mean you've never put your dick up another dude before. Right? It's statistically proven that most men experiment with both positions on the binary, Top and Bottom, before deciding which role they fall under naturally. About three out of every four guys have both topped and bottomed by the age of twenty, which means most men in the world grow facial hair." Wood glanced at their textbook, thinking. "And for the record, it isn't only facial hair that marks a Top's sex status. When a Top loses his virginity, he will also start to have hairier armpits, fuller manes of pubic hair. Actually, the increased dose of testosterone in a sexually active Top will give him more body hair all around."

Struck with sudden curiosity, Wood gazed out at his students.

"Those of you who have facial hair," he said, knitting his brow, "are you all Tops?"

There was a resounding affirmation among the guys in the room with hair on their chins and upper lips, but one scruffy-faced guy in the third row (Tyler guessed he was about nineteen) shook his head.

His name was Brett, and his jaw was blackened with five o'clock shadow.

"I'm a Bottom," Brett said.

"Are you?" Professor Wood said, genuinely intrigued. "And, clearly, you've topped a guy before."

Brett nodded unashamedly.

"Yeah," he said. "One of my good buddies, a couple years ago. We took turns topping each other, because we both wanted to experience the feeling of a dick up our asses."

"And now both of you grow facial hair," Professor Wood said, finishing Brett's thought for him.

"Yep, we sure do."

"I'm also guessing that both of you started growing thicker pit hair, leg hair, belly hair, pubic hair..."

Brett nodded, and Wood looked up with a 'There You Have It' expression on his face.

"As I'm sure most of you have realized by now," he started to say, addressing the whole class, "that all of your dominant fathers grow facial hair. Whether they have visible facial hair or not doesn't matter. Many Tops choose to stay clean-shaven. But all of your dom-fathers are able to grow facial hair, should they desire. They had to put their dick up your sub-dads' butt in order to conceive you, didn't they?"

"So that's the mark for a Top who's had sex," Mark Bailey, front row, said. "Facial hair."

"Yes."

"Is there a mark for a Bottom who's had sex?"

Professor Wood gave a modest nod, a restrained nod. "There is," he said. "But it isn't always as obvious. When a Top has sex for the first time, he begins to grow facial hair. Whether he likes it or not, everyone knows that he's had sex. His friends, his teachers...his dads. But when a Bottom has sex for the first time, the outward physicality is a bit...different."

Wood flipped through some pages in the textbook, consulted his notes, and turned to write something on the board. A few of the boys in the class copied the notes down, Tyler included.

"Before we get too much further, I want to back-track a bit," he said, clearing his throat. "Facial hair is the external expression of a male who has topped another male. But before that happens, before a young Top loses his virginity, there is an outward physicality that presents itself. This also falls into the category of Male Manifestation. You see, during puberty, a male will go through several stages of growth: the lowering of the testicles, the growth of pubic and underarm hair, the deepening of the voice, the increased padding of muscle, the boost in testosterone, enlargement of the feet, et cetera." He was pacing the front of the room, looking out at a sea of fascinated, eager eyes. "Our bodies have evolved over thousands of years to reproduce, thus, carrying on the human species. Men are sexual creatures, and our bodies have developed many ways to...attract a mate. In the case of virgins--boys who haven't yet had sexual intercourse--their bodies will naturally do things that qualify as pre-sexual expression. For a virgin Top, his body knows when it is coming into sexual maturity, and it knows that it needs to breed. After all, the role of a Top is to provide the sperm. So his body will attempt to attract a Bottom mate during sexual maturation, or puberty, by releasing a powerful and seductive scent from specific glands in the body."

Professor Wood paused, thinking.

"Tops are usually bigger, stronger males," he said carefully. "Historically, Tops have had to assume the role of the protectors, given that Bottoms bear the children and are otherwise more vulnerable to predators and enemies. Tops have had to develop larger muscles and an all-around greater physicality, because they were most often left with the task of defending their Bottom mates and their children, and busy hunting and gathering. Therefore, the body of a Top evolved to be far more dominant, far more masculine in nature. They release their pheramones primarily from their groins and from their pits. It is the strongest scent of masculinity--the smell of male groin and pits."

Tyler gave a sharp sideways glance to the guys on both sides of him. They were leaned forward in their seats, or reclined back, contorted slightly--pretty much doing everything in their power to conceal the fact that they had raging hard-ons.

"So when there is a virgin Top," Wood carried on, "especially one who is healthy and in his prime, he'll release a strong odor from both his gential-region and his underarms. This smell is a very pleasant one...we've all smelled it." Wood glanced up, watching as every head in the room nodded, some mouths were drooling. "It's that sharp, musky male odor. In fact, I can smell it coming off some of you right now. And for a Top who's a virgin, it is almost five times as strong. Their testicles and their armpits are, literally, trying to seduce the Bottoms nearby...trying to intoxicate the Bottoms so much so that they bend over, allowing the Tops to breed them."

Tyler's eyes drifted south, to Professor Wood's crotch. There was something substantial behind those folds of cloth and denim...something powerful, and manly. For a long time, he lost himself in a testosterone-fueled daydream, imagining what it would be like if Professor Wood were to slip inside him...all the way inside, balls-deep. He imagined what it would be like to bear Wood's children, to start a family, to be his Bottom boy, his husband, his most treasured joy.

"With a virgin Bottom," Wood said, and Tyler snapped back to reality, "a potent scent is released from the anus. After all, Bottoms are trying to attract a Top mate. Their life purpose is to bear children...to be 'bred.' The longer a Bottom delays in having sex, the stronger and more irresitible his anal scent becomes." Wood smiled softly, inwardly, thinking back on a personal memory. "This is why most Bottoms end up pregnant before the age of twenty-five. In the end, their bodies simply give them away by releasing this scent. I'm sure most of the Tops in the here can attest to the smell I'm referring to."

A brooding Top named Clive Hobbes spoke up from the back. "It's frustrating as hell!" he said. Everyone turned to look at him. "I mean, we're not allowed to fuck our classmates, but we have to sit in classrooms with them all day, smelling their assholes and doing our best to keep our boners under control. Stupid, if you ask me. I should be able to put a baby in any Bottom boy who crosses my path, if his butt's going to smell like that!"

Wood's expression was calm and understanding. "It's hard for guys who identify as Tops," he said, nodding. "I'm certainly no hero myself. Clearly, I couldn't help it when one of my own students came to me for some homework advice a few years ago, and now he and I have a baby.

"Was it the smell of his ass that drove you to fuck him?" one boy in the front row asked.

Wood nodded, matter-of-factly. "It was. He was very cute, too. What can I say? When the temptation came, I couldn't resist. Sometimes nature has a way of getting the better of us," he said plainly. "But I wouldn't change it. Not even if I could. Andrew and I have a beautiful baby boy, and both of them are my family now. They mean the world to me."

He returned to the board.

"Anyway," he said, clearing his throat, "enough of that. Let's get back to today's lesson. Where were we? Oh right. A virgin Top emits a scent from his pits and groin, a virgin Bottom emits a scent from his anus. When a Top loses his virginity, his penis absorbs traces of the Bottom--on a very microscopic level, of course. There's an increase of testosterone in the Top's body, and he begins to grow facial hair. Now, when a Bottom loses his virginity, the outward expression is less apparent than a Top's sex-mark of facial hair, but there is still a tell. The scent of his butt will dwindle--it will become less overbearing--given that he no longer needs to attract a mate."

"I fuck my boyfriend all the time," said a beefy guy in the middle of the classroom. His name was Jared Hawthorne; Tyler knew him from gym class. "And his ass stinks something fierce!"

Laughter spread through the class like a wildfire.

"No, seriously," Jared said, "his ass stinks. Doesn't make me wanna fuck him any less. The hell do I care if my cock smells like butthole afterwards? Actually, I sorta like the smell of his butt on my dick, to be honest. But the scent isn't gone, now that he's lost his virginity."

"There's a difference between the smell of a man's butt," Wood said, "and the pheramones that are released from a man's anus. Butts smell the way butts smell, there's no doubt about that. Sure, with proper hygeine the smell can be...lessened, but there's still going to be a trace of butt-smell, always. Personally, I love it, too. Just like you, Jared. That fleshy, manly musk. In fact, many Tops love the smell. It's delicious!" He flashed a wicked grin at them and winked. Several in the class, Tyler included, sniggered. "But the potent scent I was referring to earlier is not exactly the typical butt-smell. I mean, we're all guys here, and we all have butts. Let's face it, they all stink! But a Bottom's anal glands do something a bit...fancier. When he's a virgin, they release a concentrated sex pheramone. Yes, it smells similar to bare ass, but it's laced with something else that drives Tops wild. Testosterone. When the Bottom loses his virginity, his anal glands no longer need to produce the scent...at least, not as heavily. Instead, the glands resort to their intended task, which is to lubricate the anus during intercourse."

"Is that why Tops have smelly dicks?" asked Ryan Henderson, fourth row. "Because they fuck assholes--literally?"

A resounding laugh echoed.

Even Wood smiled. "It sure is," he said, puffing his chest out, proud. "At least, that's the case with me."

The class laughed again, and the laughter was subdued only by the ringing of the bell. Tyler stayed in his chair while everyone else packed their things and stampeded for the door. He was thinking about how badly he wanted to add his own scent to Professor Wood's dick. That, and he was certain that if he stood up just then, the large bulge at his groin would be impossible to cover up.

A heavy hand clapped him on the back.

"You coming?" It was Aiden, peering down at Tyler with a large, goofy grin.

"Right behind you," Tyler said, and his eyes flicked over to Professor Wood, who was giving Jared Hawthorne some remarks on his latest essay.

Aiden shrugged and filed out into the hallway with the rest of the class, joining the current of male-induced noise and energy that swept through like a freight train.

Tyler waited patiently (yet eagerly) until Jared Hawthorne finished occupying Professor Wood's attention before gathering his books and starting for the door. Funnily enough (or perhaps just as he planned) he nearly collided with Professor Wood as they both went to exit the room.

A sharp glance was exchanged between them.

"Mr. Lewis," Professor Wood said. "I've been meaning to tell you that your last paper was excellent."

"Oh, thanks!"

"You're a good writer. Better than most your age."

"Well, I've been taking Mr. Koptin's Advanced English classes for a couple years now. So...I better be."

They shared a small laugh.

"Studying Literature, huh?"

Tyler nodded.

"I was always more of a Science guy, personally. Never did grasp the art of good writing."

"It's a skill to be learned like any other," Tyler said, feeling his cheeks burn with blush. He opened his mouth again, as if to say more, and he truly believed he meant to say more, but nothing came. He instead found his eyes running over Professor Wood's body like hot water, streaming down the man's every contour, every crevasse and curve. His mouth filled with saliva, and somewhere between his legs, his flaccid penis twitched with a swell of hot blood.

"Have a good one," Professor Wood said. He gave Tyler a firm, resolute nod. It was the sort of nod that put an end to conversations and sent people on their way.

Tyler took a small step back, allowing Professor Wood to pass, and when the man was out of earshot, he let out a deep, morbid sigh.

What the hell was he thinking? What did he possibly expect? Professor Wood was a happily engaged man. And he was a father, for fuck's sake! Not to mention, he was Tyler's teacher, and breaching the teacher-student relationship with sex was not only frowned upon (though, it happened more frequently than one might expect), but it was very often considered a serious matter, one that put the teacher's job on the line. Three years ago, when it first came out that Professor Wood had knocked up Andrew Dixon, who was his student at the time, the whole school district was put on probation. Fortunately, Andrew Dixon was not a minor, and very soon they were engaged to be married , which sort of swept the whole mess under the rug. But still!

Tyler felt like a complete fool.

Shoulders slumped and head bowed, he stepped out of the room, on to his next class.

--

The onset of puberty was one of the most enjoyable, and at the same time, one of the most painful times in Tyler's life.

A month before his twelfth birthday, Tyler noticed his first pubic hair. It was a thin, curly brown strand sprouting from the base of his penis, right where his shaft connected with his pelvis. It shined like silk chocolate in the dim lamplight of his bedroom--a glistening brown root. It was the first of its kind. A precious treasure.

Tyler was very proud of his first pubic hair. The instant he discovered it, he sprung a raging hard-on and had an immediate impulse to call Aiden and Bryan--his two closest friends--to report the good news. At the time, both Aiden and Bryan were well on their way to manhood, too. Their armpits were beginning fuzz-over, and both of them had ballsacks prickly with male fur. Granted, Aiden and Bryan were nearly a year older than Tyler, but even so, Tyler was beginning to feel like a late-bloomer at the time, given that all he had to show for himself was a bald scrotum and hairless underarms. But on that fateful day, he started catching up with his buddies.

In this world of men, boys are quick to show their private parts to each other, even as young as five and six years old. Most of the first sexual experiences in a man's life are with his friends, many times as early as eleven or twelve, and in most cases, puberty is often an unspoken competition among friends--a sort of chummy race into sexual maturity.

Fathers traditionally try to set their sons up with good-natured friends early on, knowing full-well that when their sons reach puberty, they will be fervently exploring their bodies...and the bodies of their friends. In fact, many fathers encourage such behavior. In this world of men, sexuality is rarely something to be ashamed of. It's rarely something to be privatized and censored and covered-up. Instead, sexuality is far more open and freely expressed. They are all, after all, warm-blooded males.

So on the day Tyler discovered his first pube, he had the greatest urge to shout it from a high mountain top. Before he had the chance to pick up the phone and dial either Aiden or Bryan's number, however, he ran into his older brother, Steve, who he shared a bedroom with.

Steve was fourteen at the time, and in the thick of puberty. He was the eldest of the Lewis brothers (which consisted of Steve, Tyler, and their youngest brother, Jimmy) and took after their father as far as body-builds went. Yes, with just a glance it was clear that Steve was broad chested and had the shoulder-span of a bull, just as their father had. And even though Steve was only fourteen, there was hardly a trace of boyhood in him. He was, in every way, a young man.

Even his chin was sprouting the first prickles of facial hair. Hmmm...

"Hey Steve, check it out," Tyler said. "My first pube!"

He bounded over to his brother, balls flapping wildly between his legs, and drew Steve's attention to the brown hair curling directly over his shaft. His brother, who was one of those protective-older-brother-types, gazed down at Tyler's evidence of manhood and smiled.

"Way to go, Ty!" he said, slapping him hard on the back. "It's the same color as mine."

Tyler knew this, of course.

Because they shared a bedroom, and because everyone in their household slept naked, Tyler had seen a great deal of Steve's nakedness over the years. At the ripe and tender age of fourteen, Steve's underarms were heavy with growth, and his boy parts had begun to resemble their father's. So much so that it was uncanny.

Their dominate father, Bill, was the largest of all the Lewis guys, which was typical for the average nuclear male family. Dominate fathers were usually bigger in, well, just about everything. Body size, foot size, ass size, cock size. And Bill fit that description. However, their submissive father, Ted, was who Tyler and his younger brother, Jimmy, took after. While Bill was broadly structured and sturdy, Ted was slender and lithe. Both men were well into their forties and past their prime, but it was clear that when they were younger, they were studs.

As was the case with their three boys.

Steve--solid and tall--was a studly lumberjack-in-the-making. Then Tyler--trim and boyish--was growing up to be the ideal Bottom-husband, and for many guys, he was the 'dream' bearer of their children. And finally Jimmy--slim and hyper-active, and the youngest of the Lewis brothers--was well on his way to being the pass-around Bottom at every frat party at St. Ben's Academy.

In their bedroom, Tyler stood before his older brother, beaming.

"Do you think you can teach me how to masturbate now?" he asked, eager to grow up, eager for his sexuality.

Scratching the fuzz on his chin, Steve stared down at him and grinned.

Little did Tyler know at the time, but Steve had just returned from Alex Trebec's house (a good buddy of his). He had accidentally gotten Alex pregnant, and neither of them knew it yet. Yes, at the age of fourteen, Steve had already sewn his seed and was well on his way to fatherhood.

"Let's wait for a few more hairs to grow on it," he said, giving Tyler's package a playful, tender squeeze. "Then I'll teach you, I promise."

A month later, for Tyler's twelfth birthday, Steve stayed up late with him in their bedroom, showing him all the greatest porn websites and hottest chatrooms. Though Tyler had already seen much of what his brother was showing him (boys discover internet porn very early on in life) he never interrupted the brotherly lesson. It was one of the greatest nights of Tyler's life when Steve gave him a thorough, in-depth exposure to the world of sex. And then, after hours and hours of images of bare ass, of dangling ballsacks, of gaping anuses and erect dicks sliding in and out of cum-dripping sphincters, of kicking feet, of moaning men, of fisting and BDSM and blowjobs and gang-bangs, Tyler was on the cusp of bursting.

That night, Steve took hold of Tyler's stiff, twitching cock (the first and only time his brother had ever touched him so intimately) and jacked him off. In all reality, Tyler lasted maybe five or six strokes before he was spewing a hot white load all over his belly and his brother's hand, but it had been the most thrilling, life-changing sensation. He couldn't believe how good it felt to ejaculate! To orgasm! Sure, Tyler had had plenty of wet dreams before, and yes, they always felt nice. But having Steve jack him off on the eve of his twelfth birthday...damn. There was nothing like it.

"Happy birthday, little bro," Steve said once Tyler's cock slumped over, exhausted.

"Wow," Tyler remembered saying. He was breathing heavy, nearly moaning. "Thanks, Steve."

"Don't mention it. Now you know how to take care of yourself when you need to."

After that, Steve pulled out his cock, which dwarfed Tyler's in size, and jerked himself off while staring fixedly at a picture of a teen boy being bored into by a Daddy Top. And then both brothers were milked, relieved, and spent. They climbed into their bunks and Tyler had the greatest sleep of his life.

Of course, the thrill of discovering his sexuality under the watchful eye of his older brother didn't last. The very next day, Steve learned that he and his buddy, Alex, were expecting fathers. Alex had just returned from the doctor's office and had the sonogram to prove it. In short, Bill and Ted were not exactly thrilled that they were about to be granddads, and Steve was not only grounded, but he was forced into fatherhood.

Nine months later, Alex squeezed his and Steve's son out his ass, and suddenly the two of them were daddies. Three days later, Alex moved into the Lewis home with the baby. Specifically, he moved into the bedroom with Steve, so that the young family could be together. Tyler relocated to Jimmy's bedroom, which was smaller, and snugger, and tighter, and missed rooming with his older brother constantly. For a while, though, it worked out well. Alex was a cute, nice boy and respected Steve a hell of a lot. He fit in well with the Lewis family, and their house was always rich with male energy and laughter. But a year later, Steve moved into an apartment with Alex and their son, with some financial help from both sets of granddads, of course. He dropped out of the Academy, took a job at their dad's construction firm, and started a life with Alex and Peter, their son.

Now, at eighteen, Tyler was the eldest brother in the Lewis household. He saw Steve only on holidays, and the occassional "I just stopped by to drop off such-and-such-a-thing, or I'm here to pick up such-and-such-a-thing." And what could he do about it? Steve was a father now, and though he and Alex weren't married, he was essentially a husband, too. He was responsible for his family, and they kept him busy. And, as Tyler learned just last week, he and Alex were expecting again.

It was no wonder Tyler longed for a stable Top in his life. The one Top he had had a close relationship with was Steve, and that relationship was cut short. Now, Tyler was practically drooling over every Top he came across. Professor Wood was all he could think about lately. But, of course, that was a dead-end. And two years ago, there had been Coach Parker of the Academy's baseball team. No, Tyler never played baseball, but he had taken one of Coach Parker's history classes, and he was a damn good history student. Needless to say, Coach Parker saw a great deal of academic potential in Tyler and the two of them formed a fairly solid teacher-student relationship because of it.

Naturally, Coach Parker had a husband.

Fuck.

Tyler was eighteen and in the height of sexual development. He was ready to be a dad, if only the right man were to come along and put a kid in him. He didn't have ambitious career goals. He knew what he wanted to be, and the job market for copywriters and editors was wide open. He didn't need to continue with his education--he was only doing so because he didn't have a man to serve or a son to raise. More than anything, Tyler wanted to be somebody's Bottom-husband, somebody's submissive dad. He wanted the cute little house with the picket-white fence and the baby cradle and the dog and the man who comes home from work everyday and wraps his arms around him and kisses him, loves him...owns him. He wanted to be bred, he wanted to have his body ravaged by a strong, confident Top, one who would take care of him and their child.

It was all instinctual, Tyler supposed. Something written in his DNA. As a Bottom, his body was telling him to bear children. Everyday, his anus was beginning to yearn for cock more and more. Often, his rectum would buzz with phantom orgasms (Bottoms are capable or orgasming in their rectums during intercourse with a Top), and his prostate would burn with a raging, all-consuming fire that caused his butthole to twitch and his cock to drool. Classic signs of a Bottom who needed to be bred.

And Tyler NEEDED to be bred.

In fact, he didn't know how much longer he could take the tortorue of not having a cock in his ass. It was beginning to claw at him from the inside out. His body was meant to be dominated, penetrated...and it was all he could do to keep from pulling his pants down and bending over for the first Top he came across in the hallway.

--

Biology was not Tyler's strongest subject, but he enjoyed the class anyway. Except for today. Today was pure agony.

His penis was erect and not-so-inconspicuously tucked into the wasteband of his jeans, and his anus was pulsing hungrily somewhere between his lightly-fuzzed butt cheeks. In short, Tyler was horny. And not just the ordinary type of horny that arrests all males from time to time, but the exceptionally painful horny that comes when your body is desperately, lustily craving cock.

He couldn't bring himself to focus on the day's lesson. What was worse: he felt that he was being watched.

Tyler glanced over his shoulder to find a pair of dark, rapacious eyes burning into him. It was a guy sitting roughly ten seats away, at his eight-o'clock. Tyler looked at the guy for what seemed a very long, drawn-out couple of seconds, and the guy just stared right back at him, unrepentent, unashamed. In fact, there was something carnal in his gaze.

Tyler gulped and forced his eyes back to the front of the classroom, where their professor was pacing the blackboard, talking about chloroplast and stuff.

Did that really just happen? he thought to himself. Was that guy staring at me? ME?

For several minutes he busied himself by taking diligent notes, afraid that if he looked over his shoulder again, even just a glance, he'd find those eyes branding him like a hot cattle prod. But after a while, he couldn't help himself. He couldn't get the image of those two dark eyes out of his head.

A sharp, sideways glance did the trick. He was able to steal a look at the guy, who was now scribbling something down on a notepad.

Immediately, Tyler could see that the guy was tall. He was hunched over in his desk chair, which hardly sustained him. He couldn't even fit his knees underneath the desk. They were pushed out to the side, forcing him to sit in a somewhat contorted way. He was dark-featured, scruffy, and had a healthy padding of muscle on his chest and arms and gut. No, he wasn't ripped, but he was certainly developed, certainly strong...certainly tough.

All in all, the guy wasn't half bad looking. In fact, he was quite handsome! He had a corn-fed, country-boy thing going on. A square jaw, a gruff five-o'clock shadow, and those smoldering eyes that had nearly made Tyler's heart skip a beat. And judging by the look of his enormous hands and feet, Tyler guessed he had wrangled a few cattle in his day. Maybe castrasted a few steer.

Before Tyler had the chance to maintain his dignity by looking away, the dark pair of eyes flicked up again, ensnaring him in their trap.

Tyler's heart quickened and he felt a rush of adrenaline straight into his belly. But right before he returned his gaze to the blackboard, certain that he'd humiliated himself, the guy crumpled up the piece of paper he'd been writing on and tossed in into Tyler's lap with the skill and grace of a trained basketball player.

Tyler, struck numb by some invisible force, looked down at the wad of paper resting on his crotch. For a long time he didn't move. He just stared at it, unsure what to make of it, unsure how to feel. He looked up, looked around, trying to see if anyone else had seen the ball of paper sail overhead. But, much to his relief, all heads were down, buried in textbooks or taking diligent notes.

Was he being bullied by this guy? Was this the guy's trash, and was Tyler the victim of some mid-biology classroom harassment?

No. That was stupid. Tyler shook the thought from his head and grabbed the wad of paper.

As quietly as he could, he uncrumpled it, careful not to attract the professor's attention. And there, written in blue ink, was a series of numbers. Though there were no hyphens grouping the numbers together, Tyler could only assume it was the guy's phone number. He half-turned, shooting the guy a curious look, but was only met with a mischievously clever grin.

The gears in Tyler's head were grinding, and after a few seconds, he reached into his pocket and dug out his phone. He strategically positioned himself so that the professor could not see him plucking away at the keypad on his screen, and he typed in the number.

The second he put the contact info in, he sent a text.

:THIS IS YOUR NUMBER?

Discreetly, Tyler glanced over his shoulder. The guy was on his phone now. Surprise, surprise. And tapping away at the screen.

SURE IS

Tyler's heart was beating fast against his chest, but steadily. His armpits were sweating, and his penis was stirring with a warm, toasty fire. He didn't know why.

:WHY WERE YOU STARING?

Tyler sent the text and resumed his note-taking. Within twenty seconds, he got a response.

UR PRETTY

Were the classroom not illuminated with sickly flourescent lights, it would have been all too obvious that Tyler was blushing. His cheeks were hot with blood, and his stomach was buzzing with excitement. His heart drummed, his cock sprang to life, and deep within his bowels, his guts were sizzling with that yearning, craving lust.

:THANKS

NAME?

:TYLER

:YOU?

LEO

Tyler glanced back at the guy, who continued to eye him. There was something predatory about the way he looked at Tyler, something almost...vicious. Then again, he was grinning the whole time.

:NICE TO 'MEET' YOU, LEO

YOU TOO, CUTIE

Now Tyler was smiling. He couldn't help it. Somewhere beneath the folds of denim at his crotch, his cock was rising to life.

:THANKS

NO PROB

BOYFRIEND?

:NOPE

INTERESTING

"This process is called, of course, photosynthesis," said the professor from the blackboard. "You all remember that term from last year, I hope..."

LOOKING FOR A BOYFRIEND?

:I GUESS

COOL

WHAT YOU DOIN AFTER CLASS?

:NO PLANS

:WHATRE YOU DOIN AFTER CLASS?

YOU

Tyler's heart was a hammer at this point. No, a sledgehammer. His pits were sweating so profusely that he was sure it was showing on his shirt. His anus pinched tight shut. And if his cock wasn't hard before, it was now. He could even feel his underwear growing damp with sweat from his groin

Suddenly, a familiar scent drifted into his nose. He was beginning to release large waves of pheramones, from his pits, from his groin...from his ass. He was sexually stimulated, whether he liked it or not. And the boys who were immediately surrounding him were beginning to pick up on the scent.

Tyler looked to both sides, and saw Kevin Held and Roy Flandall's nostrils flaring. Roy looked over at Tyler and gave him a slightly curious smirk.

Tyler returned to the conversation on his phone. Leo had sent him a new text.

I CAN SMELL YOU FROM HERE

Tyler's heart nearly fell into his stomach. Leo was easily ten feet away from him, and still, his scent was apparent.

Doing his best to keep calm, Tyler went to reply.

:I KNOW, ITS STRONG

BUT DELICIOUS

:YOURE MAKING ME HARD!

I KNOW

Tyler went back to jotting down the notes from the blackboard, but who was he kidding? He was into this. He was into Leo...at least, he thought he was. He picked up his phone again, doing his best to clamp his butt cheeks together to keep his scent from spreading too much, and typed.

:BASTARD

YUP

IM THE MOST RUTHLESS S.O.B YOULL EVER MEET

Tyler smiled. He looked up at the blackboard, decided that nothing was worth writing down, and went back to his phone.

:SO WERE YOU SERIOUS EARLIER? ABOUT DOIN ME?

YEAH

Tyler swallowed hard. He couldn't believe it. Just this morning he'd been going crazy because he had no Top prospects, and now, one was on the prowl for him, hunting him, almost against his will.

A shiver ran up his spine, and his anus pulsed with excitement.

I WANNA BE A DADDY, AND YOURE GONNA HAVE MY BABY

There was a shortness of breath followed by an almost choking, gasping feeling that caught in his throat. Tyler felt a flurry of butterflies in his belly, then again in his lower abdomen. Something wild was happening deep in his groin. His testicles were buzzing with energy, his penis was as stiff as a bamboo chute. And all along his fuzzy taint, a tingling sensation crept through the bramble of the pubic hair that bridged the gap between his scrotum and his anus. It circled down on his butthole and bloomed with something very much like fire.

:BUT YOU DONT EVEN KNOW ME

DOESNT MATTER

YOURE CUTE, YOURE A BOTTOM, IM GONNA MAKE YOU MINE

Tyler looked back at Leo, and Leo's eyes were like molten lava. Hot and deadly serious.

The sexual tension between them was thick, and by this point, it was unable to be severed. Tyler had been downed by the lion, and there was nothing he could do. He was soon to be devoured by the beast.

DONT WORRY, ILL TAKE CARE OF YOU

:NOT WORRIED, JUST A LITTLE CAUGHT OFF GUARD

THATS OKAY

HOW BOUT WE GRAB A BITE TO EAT AFTER CLASS, AND WELL TALK THIS ALL OUT

:OKAY

Outwardly, Tyler exhibited nothing but upright studentship. He was taking notes, he was looking at the professor, following along in his book. Inside, he was a firework show of nerves.

--

They met in the cafeteria after class and took the booth in the very back. Leo bought each of them a bottle of water and a plate of fries to snack on. Tyler dug in, he was starved.

"I'm not really sure what to say here," Tyler said with a mouthful of fries. He glanced up into Leo's dark eyes, intimidated.

"You don't need to say anything."

Leo sat across the table from him, watching him with with a cunning gaze. It was as if Leo hadn't eaten in days...and Tyler was a giant slab of raw meat.

"What do you mean I don't need to say anything?" Tyler said. "Of course I do. You just told me you were going to put a baby in me, and I don't even know the first thing about you. I think that warrants a comment or two."

Leo grinned. "Gee, I hope our kid doesn't talk as much as you do."

Swallowing a mouthful of fries, Tyler narrowed his eyes on him. "What makes you so confident that I'd let you fuck me anyway? You act as though its already been decided, and it hasn't."

"It has."

"How so?"

"Because I decided," he said. "The moment I walked into class today, I thought to myself, Damn, I really wanna be a daddy...and I want a Bottom boy to come live with me, and I want to take care of him, and raise our son...perhaps two or three sons." He mirrored Tyler's stare, grinned slyly. "Then I saw you."

Tyler gaped. "But like I said, you don't know the first thing about me."

"I know that you're cute as hell," Leo said. "I know that I can't resist your scent. I know that you're smart, and healthy, and that I never wanted to stick my dick into a butt as much as I want do stick it in yours."

"You're basing that off seeing me once, in class, from ten seats away!"

Leo gave him a look. "I've been eyeing you since the beginning of the semester, kiddo. I'm not being impulsive here."

Were Leo not as handsome as he was, Tyler might have been weirded out by the statement. Leo matched the profile of a class-A stalker, hands down. But Tyler was strangely unfazed by it. There was something about Leo's nature. Sure, Tyler felt like he was being preyed upon, but it felt...good. It felt...right. He trusted Leo, strange as it seemed. There was something about Leo's confidence, something about his swagger, something about his rhetoric. It was as if he already knew he had Tyler in the bag, and Tyler was comfortable in going along with it.

"But I still don't know anything about you," Tyler said, smirking.

"Name's Leonardo Keller, six-foot-three, two hundred five pounds, I bench two-eighty, study auto-mechanics and business, have one older brother, two younger brothers, fathers are divorced, dog-lover, video-game-lover, favorite color is gray, and I want to fuck your ass, take care of you, make you my baby, and be a daddy." Leo's dark eyes stayed on Tyler the whole time. He flashed a large, toothy smile when he finished. It was...charming.

Tyler laughed. "An impressive resume, I guess."

"Anything else you wanna know?"

In between Tyler's legs, his cock was so swollen, it hurt. He could feel his prostate tingling with desire deep inside him.

Tyler shrugged. "How do I know I can trust you?"

"You don't."

"Exactly. There's no way for me to know you won't fuck me, knock me up, and then disappear, leaving me with your kid."

Across the table from him, Leo nodded. "It's a risk on your part, for sure."

"So explain to me why I'm taking this risk then."

Leo grinned. "You not taking any risk, kiddo. It's happening to you, whether you like it or not. All you can do is hope that I end up being a good guy."

It couldn't have been any plainer. Leo was going to fuck Tyler, with or without Tyler's permission.

At his groin, Tyler's cock was drooling.

"Aren't you being a bit...over-confident here? I mean, to think that I'm going to bend over for you just because you tell me to is pretty bold thinking."

Leo tilted his head, shrugged. "Maybe. A little. But I'm an over-confident, arrogant sonabitch. Always have been, always will be."

"And that makes you a desirable Top and a desirable father?"

"It does."

"How so?"

"Because where some men lack the confidence to take care and protect their families, I don't," Leo said. "I know who I am, and I present myself completely, transparently, to everyone. I don't bullshit people with slimy language games and small talk. I get right to it. I know what I want, and what I'm capable of handling. And right now, I know that I want to own you. I can handle you, kiddo. Believe me. I want to be your man. I want you to be my Bottom. I want you to bear my sons, and I want to take care of you and our kids."

Leo smiled, and it was the sort of smile that can break a guy's heart. Tyler melted a little when he saw it. It was a knowing, handsome smile, lined with rows of white square teeth and luscious lips framed with brown whiskers. There was something distinctly masculine about his smile, something even adorable about it. Yes, underneath Leo's rough, cocky exterior was a playful boy, one who didn't take life too seriously, and who had no doubt assumed the role of class-clown growing up.

Yes, Tyler was becoming putty in his hands.

"I've fucked a lot of boys," Leo went on. "A lot. And my cock smells like it, so good luck when I make you suck it later," he said, grinning. "But I've never once looked at a boy and thought to myself: fuck, I want to make him mine...right now...today...and I can't possibly go through life without making him have my children."

What could Tyler say? Leo was just as plain-spoken and up front as he said he was. It was bold, maybe abrasive, and certainly unusual. But damn, Tyler couldn't ignore the fact that he was seeping through his underwear. His anus was pulsing wildly between his ass cheeks, yearning...craving.

"So go ahead and finish eating," Leo told him, "take a drink of water--it's important to stay hydrated when you're about to have sex--and then I'll take you over to my place and put a bun in your oven."

Heart pounding, cock throbbing, belly churning, Tyler was sold!

--

After leaving the cafeteria, Tyler and Leo walked across campus together. The day was bright, was sunny. There was hardly a cloud in the sky. St. Ben was a big school with a lush, wide open campus, so the two of them ended up walking for nearly two miles.

Tyler was under Leo's arm the whole way.

It was as though they had been going steady for months by the way Leo touched him, held him. It was the most natural feeling for Tyler to be there under Leo's wing as they strolled. Leo was signaling to everyone that Tyler was his property now, and for Tyler, it was the greatest, most exhilarating feeling.

His insides were abuzz with sexual energy.

"I have a decent-sized townhouse a few blocks south of St. Ben," Leo told him as they waited for the light at the crosswalk. "You can move in first thing tomorrow."

With his cock fully erect, Tyler smiled. "You don't have any roommates?"

Leo shook his head. "Nah, it's just me. Had a roommate for a few months last summer. He's was a good guy, but ended up getting his boyfriend pregnant right as the semester started. They're living somewhere in the city now."

"Oh," Tyler said, thinking. "A townhouse, you say. How can you afford that and go to school at the same time?"

Leo shot him a clever look. "I work, of course."

"Still, a townhouse is pretty expensive for a full-time student."

"I'm a software engineer for Zues Manufacturing," Leo said. "Trust me, I can afford it."

"Holy shit, a software engineer?" Tyler was clearly surprised by this. "What the hell are you doing at St. Ben's then, if you have a job like that?"

"St. Ben's is where all the Bottom boys are at. I enrolled this year in order to sniff one out," Leo said plainly. He shot another sharp, clever look at him. "And I found you."

Tyler grinned, blushed hotly. "Okay, okay, so you found me," he said. "Are you going to keep going to classes now that you're mission's been accomplished?"

"Nah, I'll withdraw in the next couple of weeks, I suppose," Leo said. "After all, I'm going to need to take care of you. Help move you into the house, breed you until you're good and pregnant, feed you, nourish you with plenty of morning protein shakes..."

"Protein shakes?"

"Yep." Leo reached down and jiggled the contents of his groin. "The baby'll need a good helping of protein everyday."

Tyler laughed, Leo tightened his grip on Tyler's shoulders, pulling him in close and snug.

"Like I said," Leo continued, "I'm gonna take care of you, kiddo. You and the baby, both. You're mine now. So from here on out, I'm the one who'll watch over you, and our kids. Understand? I'm your provider."

Tyler moved with a shiver that traveled along his spine. He felt the pouch of his underwear growing damp with pre-cum. Somewhere deep in his anus, a fiery sensation warmed him, tickled him. His heart beat joyously.

--

"Here we are," Leo said, pushing the door open. "Home sweet home."

Tyler stepped inside, looked up and around. It was a well-lit home with large windows and vaulted ceilings. A small, carpeted staircase led up to a modest loft that overlooked the kitchen and the living room. The master bed, Tyler guessed, was somewhere further back.

In a quick survey of the house, Tyler was able to pick up on Leo's tastes, his standards of living, and quite a bit of his character. The floors were hard wood, although there were plenty of rugs laid out to give the place a warmer, cozier feel. A 55" flat screen marked the center of the living room, and it was surrounded by cozy thrift-store-style couches and chairs, folded blankets and tastefully selected pillows and throws. An Xbox and a PS3 sat on the shelves of the entertainment system, and a proper collection of Blu-Rays colored the bookshelf in the corner.

Mostly, the place was clean and uncluttered, sans a few dirty dishes in the sink, a pair of unfolded jeans draped over the barstool at the kitchen counter, and a couple pairs of shoes kicked off in random places after a long day at work. It was, all in all, a typical guys' apartment. The walls were painted earthy grays and browns, and it smelled of deodorant, dirty jockstraps, socks, and the faintest traces of cologne.

Tyler didn't even realize he was grinning ear to ear.

"Come on," Leo said, gesturing for him to follow him toward the back of the house. "I'll show you our bedroom."

Tyler trailed after Leo through the living, through the kitchen, and into a small hallway that held a a stacked washer and dryer unit and coat closet. The house was definitely compact, but it still provided a good deal of space. Certainly enough for two people.

In the master bedroom, a king sized bed waited for them. It took up the majority of the space, but it sat low to the ground, which gave the room a feeling of openness. Two floor-to-ceiling windows flanked the bed, allowing for ample sunlight to stream through, and a modest dresser sat on the oppostie wall. There was a walk-in closet that proved much larger than Tyler expected, and a second, sliding-door closet, which was, at the moment, completely vacant.

The master bathroom came without a door, and Tyler guessed Leo had something to do with that. It looked as if there had once been hinges on the doorway, but now it was just sanded down and open, free for anyone to walk in and out of at any time. Still, the master bathroom was like a private bathhouse. There was an enormous shower and a jacuzzi tub. Two sinks. A vanity.

For being such a compact space, Leo's townhouse had an extraordinary amount of room.

"So," Leo said, leaning cross-armed in the doorway, "what d'ya think, kiddo?"

"I love it," Tyler said. "It's a really nice place you've got here."

"It's your place now."

Tyler shot him a look. Blushed.

Leo grinned--salaciously, hungrily. His eyes were just as predatory as before. Just as cunning.

"So..." Tyler started to say. "...uh..." He felt his words catch in his throat. "Wh-where would we, you know, put the baby?" He felt his heart flutter up again. It was beating strong and fast, his almost lost his breath. "I mean--" He cleared his throat. "--this place only has one bedroom."

Leo glanced back over his shoulder, to the corner of the bedroom.

"I'll set up the crib over there," he said casually. "When the kid gets too old to sleep in the same room as his daddies, we can set him up in the loft. That is, if we decide we still want to stay in this house. I'm open to moving into a bigger place before too much longer. Especially since I plan on having three or four little ones running around."

Tyler gave him a sassy look. "Three or four?"

"Yep." Leo grinned and gave Tyler's lower belly a firm pat. "I'm gonna fill you up, kiddo."

Tyler nodded, thinking fast.

Shit, this was really happening to him. He could feel his palms and the bottoms of his feet start to sweat. Leo was going to fuck him any moment now...and knock him up! He was about to become someone's Bottom...finally, at last! He was about to be a father!

Just as he was thinking it, Leo moved toward him. It was only a step at first, a slow, casual slide into him. The smell of Leo's salty breath and the heat of his body rose up into Tyler's face. He felt every inch of his skin tingle and prickle with electricity. His heart thumped excitedly in his chest.

Leo had an earthy musk about him, one that suggested he didn't wear a great deal of deodorant, but still bathed regularly. Still, Tyler found the smell intoxicating. It was a raw, masculine scent. The smell of testosterone-fueled sweat, male pheramones...a ripe pair of underwear.

"You're whole life's about to change," Leo said.

He slid a large hand up the back of Tyler's shirt, letting his fingers glide along the small of Tyler's back, following the track of his spine up to the nape of his neck. Goosebumps formed all over Tyler's body. His stomach burned with anticipation.

Behind the zipper of his jeans, Tyler's cock was already as stiff as a bamboo chute.

"I'm the man of this house," Leo went on, letting his voice drop into a deep, gravelly whisper. "And now you're my property. Understand? You're mine."

Heart pounding, Tyler let his body form to Leo's curves. Leo was pressing into him, closing the space between them until none was left. Now, with their groins snugly melded together, Tyler let out a small, barely audible whimper.

"That's it, baby boy," Leo said.

He took his other hand and slowly, gently, undid Tyler's fly. There was the familair sound of a brass button unhooking from its slot, a zipper being undone. Tyler burrowed his face into the crook of Leo's neck, breathing in his musk, allowing himself to fall under the spell.

When Tyler's waistband had loosened enough, Leo reached around, enveloping Tyler completely now, and slid his hand down Tyler's backside. It disappeared somewhere underneath the seat of Tyler's jeans...feeling about...exploring.

Arching the small of his back, riding his Bottom-instincts, Tyler moaned as Leo's hand caressed his butt. Leo's fingers combed at the small, feathery hairs along his crack. They massaged his warm, ample cheeks.

"That's a good boy," Leo growled, his voice turning more and more feral. "You know who your ass belongs to. That's right."

A large, dexterous finger touched Tyler's anus, and a jolt of electricity zapped through his intestines.

He groaned, putting all of his weight into Leo's body, and Leo held him steadily.

It was immediately clear that Leo was strong. He could support Tyler's weight without so much as budging. And still, he could fondle his ass with his free hand. Tyler had never felt so...safe.

For several minutes they stood there in the middle of the bathroom, Tyler melting into Leo's arms, and Leo's hand ravaging Tyler's butt. If you were a fly on the wall, you would have known precisely what was happening underneath the denim fabric of the backside of Tyler's jeans, even though you wouldn't have been able to see it. It was clear as water. And if the context didn't give it away, the smell certainly did.

Leo was fingering Tyler.

A low moan escaped Tyler's throat as Leo inserted the entire length of his index finger.

"Good boy..." Leo said encouragingly.

While his anus had never before been breached by cock, Tyler was not impossibly tight. Sure, he was tighter than most active Bottoms, but even so, his anus had experienced many dildos in its life, and therefore accepted Leo's large finger with ease.

The sensation, though, was beyond anything Tyler imagined.

"Oh fuck..." Tyler said. "Whoa."

"Found your prostate, kiddo," Leo said.

He wiggled his finger, and Tyler's knees gave way. Fortunately, Leo was there to catch him. And he did.

"Don't worry, I got you."

Leo wiggled his finger some more, tantalizing the warm, fleshy knob of Tyler's prostate and sending Tyler into a state of previously unimagined ecstasy. The whole time, Tyler pressed back against Leo's hand, as if desperate to take in more and more of his finger.

"Damn," Leo said, "you really are a Bottom, aren't you?"

Anus pulsing, suckling, Tyler moaned loudly while Leo stimulated him. It was the first time he's ever been touched by another guy. Well, in this way, anyway. Tyler had done a great deal of things with his buddies Aiden and Bryan. And then, of course, there was that one time with his older brother, Steve. But none of those things even compared to what Leo was doing to him now.

Leo pushed his finger in deeper, and Tyler cried out so loud that his voice cracked.

Holding him securely, Leo laughed. "Fuck, you're cute."

Leo finger-fucked Tyler for several more minutes before gradually easing up. He could tell by the wetness in the front of Tyler's underwear--the contents of which were still undiscovered--that his prostate had been sufficiently stimulated. And he simply could not dismiss the adorable moans and whimpers Tyler was making. They were not only arousing; they were...endearing.

Leo looked down. He was gazing deeply into Tyler's eyes, who was lost somewhere between sexual bliss and delirium. Slowly, though, as his prostate stopped buzzing with sexual energy, Tyler's eyes came back into focus, and he looked up into the darks of Leo's gaze.

There was a quiet, tender moment between them as they stood there in the center of the bathroom. Leo had Tyler cradled kindly in his arm, one hand down the back of his pants. And Tyler, well, he was putty in Leo's grip. But beyond that, their gazes connected in a deeply meaningful way. Sure, it was a connection framed by rapacious lust, but something else resided in it. Something...more.

Leo leaned down and kissed Tyler.

It was a long, deep kiss. One of those kisses that lasts an eternity, and tastes as sweet as heaven. Though Tyler's undone pants were slowly sliding off his narrow waist, and though Leo's finger was still knuckle-deep in Tyler's butthole, and though the bathroom had begun to stink of penetrated boy ass, their kiss was unequivocally romantic.

"Whoa..." Tyler said when the kiss was finally broken.

A day might have passed. Maybe two.

Leo was staring down at him, staring deeply.

Then, without warning, Leo plucked his finger from Tyler's butthole with a noisy wet pop, bent down and lifted Tyler clear off the ground. With his jeans now slipping off him, Tyler's butt was fully exposed as Leo carried him--bride style--from the bathroom to the bed. Tyler was set down on the edge of the mattress before Leo began ripping off his shoes, his socks, his jeans, his pre-cum stained underwear. Now, with only his T-shirt on, Tyler lie sprawled out on the bed, naked from the waist down.

Looming over him, Leo grinned. It was a grin that fell somewhere between admiration and carnal lust, between awe and predatory hunger.

Tyler felt a bolt of nerves strike the pit of his stomach as Leo peered down at his genitals for the first time. He had never had his balls and his dick so...out in the open. Sure, Aiden and Bryan and Steve had seen his junk before. And certainly everyone in his household--they slept naked, after all. But this was different. Leo was a person in the real world. He wasn't one of his dads, or one of his brothers, or one of his closest friends. Leo was a man who Tyler wanted to impress. He was a man who Tyler wanted to please. He wanted to give Leo what he wanted...what he needed.

And now, Leo was standing over him, staring down at his exposed genitals, and Tyler had a brief, irrational fear that Leo might change his mind about him. It had nothing to do with Tyler's balls, of course. He had perfectly handsome balls. They were on the smaller side, sure. But he, himself, was of a smaller stature. On top of that, he was a Bottom. Having larger, fuller genitals was not much of a concern.

Perhaps, at the core of his fear, Tyler thought that Leo might view his nakedness as...boyish.

Tyler's balls were dark with bristling pubic hair, and, proportionately, they were quite large. His penis was handsomely shaped, cut, and nearly seven inches when erect. He had a healthy growth of underarm hair, and his feet were size eleven. Still, Tyler was shorter than many guys his age, and he had a slim build. Sometimes he viewed himself as too young-looking.

He glanced up at Leo, trying to read his eyes. But before Tyler had the chance to say anything, Leo grabbed him by the ankles, flipped him over forcefully so that he landed on his belly, and pulled him to the edge of the bed so that his legs now hung off the side, leaving his butt wide open and vulnerable.

Two hands--calloused and strong--gripped his ass cheeks and spread them to reveal the brown, fuzzy core. Tyler released a deep, drawn-out moan as Leo burrowed in, lapping at Tyler's anus, sucking, biting. Tyler made a soft, uncontrollable whimper.

Leo pulled Tyler's ass closer to him, but using his hands, he guided Tyler to stay on the bed, on his belly. Now, in that position, Tyler was face-down in the woolen bedsheets, his whole ass locked in Leo's vice-like grip.

With his legs spread slightly, Tyler's genitals dangled helplessly between his legs. There was a rush a blood to his dick, and whereas before he was flaccid, he was now fully sprung and bouncing stiffly back and forth, slapping himself in the belly, wagging with the exuberance of an excited puppy's tail.

Tyler felt Leo push his nose into his crack, draw a breath. In fact, he was drawing long, deep breaths, sniffing at Tyler's ass like a dog trying to familiarize itself with his scent.

After several minutes of sniffing, Leo resumed tonguing Tyler's anus, moistening the silky down of his ass crack, and tasting the salty-sweet of his taint. Eventually, Tyler's hole became the center of attention. Leo was shoving his tongue so deep that another yelp escaped Tyler.

Leo ate out Tyler's ass for nearly ten minutes. He was splurping and sucking, kissing and tonguing every piece of ass flesh. All the while, Tyler's body writhed with the new, unexpected stimulation. The thick bristles of Leo's facial hair scapred the soft skin surrounding his hole. In fact, given how much he had been sweating this summer, the scrubbing sensation was a relief. Tyler had the natural itches of a boy in heat, and Leo's beard was scratching them all.

Down in between his legs, Tyler's manhood hung in quiet suspension, as if it was ready to launch, but knew there was still more to come. Aside from the occassional brush of the thand, Leo seemed, insofar, uninterested in Tyler's balls. It was his ass that received all the attention.

Swirling, wriggling, writhing throughout Tyler's rectum, Leo's tongue tickled Tyler's insides and snet chills up his spine. Tyler reached up and clutched at the bedsheets, determined to hold out. He didn't want to cum yet. Leo wasn't finished.

Behind him, Tyler heard Leo's soft groans of pleasure as he feasted. Eventually, though, he finished up. He pulled his tongue from Tyler's anus and stood up. Tyler caught a glimpse of Leo's reflection in the dresser mirror across the room, and fron the look of it, Leo appeared hungry still.

That was when Tyler heard the unmistakeable sound of a fly being unzipped.

Tyler's heart boomed inside of him. He stomach twisted into a knot only a skilled sailor could forge. His puckered, tongue-licked anus pinched tight shut, and his testicles just about jumped up into his belly. He hadn't considered Leo's size until just that moment. How he hadn't considered it, he didn't know. But now that he was, he realized that the probability of Leo having a big cock was, well, good.

Leo was a big guy. He was complete with big hands and feet, broad shoulders, a wide gait. Yes, he most assuredly had other big facets that had gone previously unnoticed. And Tyler began to sweat.

In the dresser mirror, Tyler watched as Leo undid his belt. With his fly no longer containing him, a massive bulge of clothed flesh spilled out at his groin. To put it simply, it was more than a handful--whatever it was. Leo let his pants fall down to his knees, and Tyler felt his heart quicken.

The only thing preventing a full-on visual of Leo's package was his underwear, which from the looks of it used to be white, but now resembled a splothy tan color, clearly marked by years of groin sweat, pee stains, and the natural leakage of pre-cum and semen. Men, after all, were messy. Not necessarily environmentally, but biologically. It was hard to keep white underwear white, Tyler knew. Yes, growing up in a house full of males, he knew it all too well.

Digging his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, Leo folded down. Once the restrains were lifted, the fleshy organ tumbled out with incredible weight, and fell against Leo's thigh with a sticky wet slap.

Without realizing it, Tyler's mouth had fallen wide open in awe. Leo was very well endowed. Hell, he was enormous! It was easily one of the most impressive things Tyler had ever seen. Impressive, and slightly terrifying.

Surrounded by a thick tuft of black pubic hair, Leo's dick swung low and heavy between his legs. It was easily seven inches--limp. Tyler couldn't even imagine the size it could achieve once filled hot with blood. Beneath it were two massive testicles, perfectly concealed in a thick, meaty sack. It was immediately clear that Leo's genitals were the center of his gravity--they had to be, they were so heavy they probably started weighing him down like sandbags when he hit puberty.

It didn't take long for the hot, male-scented air to rise up off Leo's manhood and find its way to Tyler's nose.

Tenderly, but with some aggression, Leo flipped Tyler over again, putting him on his back. He helped Tyler remove his T-shirt, and then he removed his own. Now, both of them were completely naked, staring at each other with gazed fused like hot metal.

Slowly, steadily, Leo's cock inflated to nearly twice its original size. Fully erect, it was, without exaggeration, ten inches.

It hung there, suspended in midair, beautifully. Tyler gawped at the naked display of masculinity, mouth watering, eyes glazed over. He almost couldn't believe this was the cock of the man who had decided to make him his Bottom. He was incredibly lucky. Lucky to have a man as strong of character as Leo seemed to be. Lucky to have a man with such a big cock. It was bigger than his father's was! And his father had one of the biggest cocks Tyler had ever seen.

Throwing caution to the wind, Tyler lunged forward and buried his face into Leo's groin. The scent was, if possible, stronger than anything Tyler had ever smelled before. That, or perhaps it was just more enjoyable. The salty musk drifted off Leo's genitals like black smoke--the thickest kind. And yes, it was true what they said. Tops had smelly penises. It was evident where they were sticking their dicks in their spare time. The scent lingered on the fleshy shaft and head of their cocks like gasoline on fabric.

Tyler nearly choked on the manly stink, it was so powerful.

But he delighted in every breath of it.

Without prompt, Tyler grabbed hold of Leo's ample testicles with one hand, gripped his large, muscled buttocks with the other, and took the head of his cock into his mouth. The sweet, sea-salt taste of Leo's pre-cum trickled onto his tongue, and the pork-like flavor of male flesh mulled his lips. Like a hungry beggar, Tyler took in more and more of Leo's cock, challenging himself to service his new man--the father of their future children--fully.

Above him, Leo threw his head back and groaned as Tyler gobbled his cock. It was clear that Leo was a guy of simple pleasures, blowjobs being one of them. And from what Tyler could tell, it had been a while since Leo received his last one.

Determined, Tyler sucked on Leo's cock for as long as his jaws could hold out. And he maintained a pretty decent time, at least from what he thought. But more than that, the flavor of Leo's penis was wonderful. Sure, Tyler could taste the previous Bottoms that Leo had been with a little bit. But mostly, it as purely Leo. Sea-salt, earthy musk...MAN. He was tasting the penis that his children would come from. He was tasting the penis that would soon be inside him...gratifying him...breeding him.

As his mouth filled with more and more saliva, creating a greater and greater sensation for Leo, Tyler gulped at Leo's cock, taking in most of it with every bob of his head.

In the meantime, Tyler's hands explored Leo's furry balls and strong buttocks. And it was Leo's butt, in particular, that Tyler valued. Though he was a Bottom, Tyler's interest in the butts of other men was severe. Bottoms had a tendency to seek out stronger, healthier males with which to procreate, and a full, round ass was very often a sign of good health and good genes. Tops were not likely to allow themselves to be penetrated, but their butts were still part of their genitalia, and passing along the genes for ample, full-sized asses to their sons was part of what marked a particular family.

Sons who turn out to be Tops often inherit the most robust butts of their dom-fathers, along with the penises of their dom-fathers. Sons who turn out to be Bottoms will often inherit the smaller, supple butts of the sub-father. And the same goes for the penises.

Now, while he lapped hungrily at Leo's cock, Tyler let his fingers rub and caress Leo's bare ass, feeling the fine hairs that sprouted from the cheeks, feeling the incredible heat rising up from the crack. There was, also, another smell intermingling with the smell of Tyler's ass, which had started to fill the room like steam. It was the smell of males, most certainly. Ballsacks and penises, exposed armpits, and bare feet. And also, Tyler was sure, the smell of Leo's ass, which, quite possibly, challenged every other smell their bodies were giving off for top dog.

This, Tyler thought to himself as he sucked and gobbled and drooled, is going to be the father of my children. Leo is the man I've been searching for!

When he had sucked Leo's cock so intensely that Leo had to stop him lest he inseminate the back of his throat, Leo gently pulled himself out of Tyler's mouth, panting, smiling. He leaned over and kissed Tyler passionately, tasting his own essence on Tyler's tongue, delighting in the smell of him on Tyler's lips.

Then, at last, he let their lips unlock. He peered down at Tyler, his gaze serious.

"You ready, kiddo?"

Tyler, knowing precisely what Leo meant, nodded. Smiled. And that was when Leo leaned down and crawled on top of him, pressing his warm, naked skin down onto his.

Tyler was too entranced to speak. He could only moan as the man who was to be the father of their children laid himself on top of him, their naked bodies pressed together.

With a sensual, predatory grace, Leo positioned himself over Tyler, crawled over him, guided him further up, so that they were at the head of the bed. The bed creaked and groaned underneath them as their weight shifted.

Tyler found his hand sliding down the small of Leo's back, down over the canyon of his ass crack. As he'd felt before, an incredible heat was rising up from Leo's crack, from his anus, warming Tyler's hand and tempting him to dig deeper.

As Leo lowered all of himself onto Tyler--their cocks and balls grinding together--Tyler was surprised to feel Leo's weight for the first time. It was like having a lion sitting atop his chest. Leo was a solid slab of meat. He wasn't bulging with muscle, but he was sturdily built. Tyler let out a small goran as his body was pressed deep into the mattress. His voice cracked ever so slightly as Leo cascaded over him.

Arching his back, Leo reached down and jiggled his manhood. Stirring it, rousing it.

"Don't be scared," he said. "Your body can take it. Just open yourself up to me. Let go. I'm right here. I'll take care of you."

He kissed Tyler's neck, gently glided his lips on the tenderness of his peach-fuzz skin.

"I'm your protector."

Tyler felt himself melting beneath Leo's weight.

"Open yourself up."

Leo guided Tyler's feet up over his head, exposing his anus. At his naked butt, Tyler could feel the heat radiating off Leo's groin. It was astounding, actually, how one man could produce so much heat.

"You're mine now, Tyler," Leo said. "You're my baby boy."

Leo grabbed Tyler's waist, held his feet high. Tyler's anus, now open and vulnerable, twitched with nervous anticipation. His stomach twisted into tighter knots. His heart thundered. And suddenly, he could feel the hot tip of Leo's penis press up against his hole.

Tyler swallowed hard, unsure of what to expect. Oh, he knew he was going to be fucked. There was no doubt in his mind. But how much would it hurt? Was Leo going to be gentle, or rough? What if he was violent? What if he injured Tyler by fucking him too deeply? Puncture his colon? Tear his sphincter?

A million different thoughts tore through Tyler's head, all of them new and equally terrifying.

But the moment Leo's cock slid into him, all of Tyler's fears vanished.

Leo's shaft slipped up through Tyler's rectum, following the path upward, and eventually breaching his colon. It was strange, yes. New, sure. But it did not hurt. In fact, it felt...incredible.

Tyler flashed a smile, but almost immediately his eyes rolled up into his head and he let out a loud, boyish moan. The curve of Leo's dick, the bulbous shape of its head, everything about Leo's manhood was sending him into unrestrained rushes of pleasure.

In Tyler's rectum, Leo's penis was slipping and sliding over the fleshy wet knob of Tyler's prostate. Tyler's entire body trembled with electricity, and Leo scopped him up, holding him warm and tight. Their lips found each other again.

The world froze. The tension, the passion, the sexuality, everything was a blaze unhindered. Tyler made a small moan as Leo's cock stirred around inside him. Shuddered as it grew hotter and stiffer, filling him up, burrowing into the deepest parts of his body.

The kiss lasted a long, long time. Their tongues wrestled, their saliva flowed between their mouths. It was as if they wer emaking up for years of lost time--never having known each other before that day. It was as if nothing int he world mattered besides the two of them, and slowly, they melted into each other.

Bucking his hips slowly at first, then faster as time went on, Leo picked up his pace. Beneath him, Tyler's body was relaxing completely. He trusted Leo, strangely. They'd known each other less than three hours and already Leo was his whole world.

Faster and faster Leo pumped, piston-fucking Tyler's ass, drilling deep...diving into him. On both sides of his head, Tyler's toes flexed and curled. It was the most wonderul experience of Tyler's young life--having Leo reaching a depth in him that no one had ever reached before.

"Oh fuck!" Leo cried out, thrusting himself balls-deep.

Leo had, by this point, practically climbed on top of Tyler. Their bodies were contorted and tangled in inextricable ways. Tyler's face was buried in Leo's armpit, and he breathed the musk of his man's hairy pit as though it were the last traces of oxygen on earth. Leo, balls-deep inside of Tyler, was elevating Tyler's bottom with one hand, and gripping the bed's headboard with the other, to balance himself.

To be clear, the bedroom smelled of ball sacks and armpits. It smelled of feet and exposed anuses. It smelled of semen and penis and the salty sweat that comes with physical exertion. It smelled, specifically, of two males having sex.

With his dick snugly gripped in the wet warmth of Tyler's anus, Leo felt his testicles scrunch up tight to his body. A rush of fluids swirled fiercly inside his full, low-hanging sack. Fire was shooting down the length of his shaft--the heat intensifying with every thrust of his hips.

"Oh fuck," Leo panted. He wrapped his arms around Tyler, held him close.

It was then that he unleashed a loud, hair-raising howl.

Tyler guessed it was the most explosive orgasm Leo had ever known. It lasted nearly a full minute and resulted in three table spoons of cum, thirty pumps, deep inside of Tyler's gut.

At the same time, Tyler's prostate had been so stimulated that he, too, shot his load all over his belly. Not once did he or Leo touch his cock. But, boy, did he blow!

With his cock still buried deep inside his hole, Leo collapsed on top of Tyler, exhausted. They lay there for several minutes, both of them recovering in the wake of their sex.

"Damn," Leo said after a while.

Underneath him, Tyler nodded, agreeing.

"You're a good fuck, kiddo," Leo said.

Tyler looked up at him, smiled. "Thanks."

"You know that I own you now, right?"

"Yeah."

"You know I just shot a massive load in your colon, right? You're officialy marked. You're my property."

Again, Tyler nodded.

"Good." Leo kissed him on the forehead, sniffed at his hairline. The fuzzy bristles of Leo's facial hair scrubbed at Tyler's skin. He liked the rough feel of it. "You wanna go grab a nice steak dinner somewhere?"

With his feet still in the air and his body folded up underneath Leo's weight, plugged up by Leo's enormous cock, Tyler shrugged.

"I don't really have the money for a steak dinnner."

Leo narrowed his eyes. "Kiddo," he said, "I'm your man now. I'm your provider. You never have to worry about money again."

Tyler screwed up his expression. "Really? You'd pay for me?"

At that, Leo laughed. "Of course I will. I just put a baby in you. You're my responsibility from here on out."

"How do you know I'm pregnant?"

"Trust me," Leo said without a shred of doubt, "you're pregnant. I have some fast swimmers."

Though neither of them could know it for sure, it was, at that very moment, deep inside of Tyler's body, in the dark warmth of his colon, that Leo's sperm cells were spreading out in every direction, burrowing into the mucus lining of Tyler's colon.

It was one sperm cell in particular that managed to plunge deepest into the fleshy lining, following the scent trail of one of the nearest, and largest, male eggs. Of course, this was all on the microscopic level. A vastly small universe, invisible to the human eye.

The sperm cell wriggled and fought its way through blood and flesh until, at last, it reached the egg and began digging through the outer shell. Other sperm cells had arrived by then and were also working to fertilize the egg. But it was this sperm cell, in particular, that was nearly across the finish line.

Finally, the sperm cell broke through and burrowed into the egg's core. It was there that it released the potency of its genetic material. Raw DNA strands were suddenly emitted from its diamond-shaped head.

The genetic material was strong, and it was instantly absorbed by the egg, intermixed with preexisting DNA compositions, and bioligically coded. It would give the child a majority of Leo's building blocks for it's physical appearance, and even for its own sexuality.

Yes, the child would be a Top, just like his daddy. He would acquire Leo's height, his robust stature, his ass, his feet, his genitals. He would even acquire Leo's deep voice--a direct result of having slightly over-active testicles, which would secrete heavy doses of testosterone into the blood. As for the child's brain, he would acquire Tyler's intelligence. Above all, he would acquire Tyler's eyes. Those captivating dark brown eyes that had the ability to make any guy go weak in the knees.

So as Tyler ate dinner that night, devouring large slabs of meat and green beans and potatoes, he was, unknowingly, nourishing his and Leo's unborn child for the very first time.

The next day, Leo bought Tyler a home pregnancy test, and, as he so confidently pronounced, discovered that they were indeed pregnant.

Tyler was beside himself. He was filled with overwhelming relief, shock, and excitement. But there was a strange sort of bliss that came with it. He was, at his core, truly happy. He was with child, and he was allowing Leo to fulfill his dream of becoming a daddy.

They broke the news to Tyler's dads three weeks later, which went much better than Tyler expected (his dads both really liked Leo), and the following day, Leo, along with Tyler's dads, helped move Tyler into Leo's house.

"So," said Ted, Tyler's sub-father, "are there going to be wedding bells in your guys' future?" He looked to Tyler, then to Leo.

"Absolutely," Leo said. (He was strangely charming when it came to handling Tyler's dads.) "I plan to legally own your son's body real soon." He winked at Tyler.

Bill, Tyler's dom-father, laughed. He put a heavy arm around Ted. "I know the feeling. Nothing like owning your Bottom."

By winter, when Tyler's belly was round and plump, his due date only weeks away, he and Leo were in their bed, having sex. Tyler's feet, once again, bobbed up over his head, and Leo was drilled into him, being sure to keep the baby's birth canal wide and loose.

With cock sliding in and out, Leo groaned. He scooped Tyler up in his powerful arms, kissed him, pushed into him balls-deep, gyrated his hips so that his cock was stirring around in Tyler's rectum. Beneath him, Tyler whimpered in sexual ecstasy.

"We're gonna be dads soon," Tyler said, looking up into Leo's dark, lion-like eyes.

Leo smiled. "I can't wait, babe. I'm gonna take real good care of you and the baby."

"I know you will," Tyler said. "Can you feel the baby now? Can you reach him?"

Leo pushed into Tyler all the way, drilling in to record depth. He frowned. "I think I'm reaching him," he said, furrowing his brow. "Not sure exactly."

Tyler grabbed his large, round belly. "Well, he's kicking," he said, chuckling. "I think you're touching him all right."

They both shared a laugh.

"Wow," Leo said. "The first time our son has ever felt human touch, and its his daddy's penis." He shrugged. "Ah well, he better get used to it. He's gonna be seeing a lot of it growing up."

Tyler smiled, nodded. "You're gonna be teaching him a lot about what it means to be a man."

"How to shower, shave, pee standing up," Leo smirked at the thought. "Can't wait till we have to educate our son on what sex is."

"Yeah, you'll be a fantastic teacher when it comes to that."

"Damn straight."

Leo leaned down and kissed Tyler playfully, began bucking his hips, fucking Tyler tenderly, steadily. He glided his hand over Tyler's pregnant belly, feeling their son kicking inside. It was, quite possibly, the most intimate sex they've ever had--their son pressed warmly between them, Leo balls-deep inside Tyler, occupying the very place where their son would be birthed from in only a few weeks. It was, for both Tyler and Leo, the moment when they knew...

...they were in love.

Bucking his hips faster and faster, Leo released a low, animalistic snarl. His body temperature rose slightly, a sheen of sweat now dampened his forehead, his chest, his pits. Tyler could smell the increase of male pheramones in the room. Their sex was picking up speed...it was gaining momemtum.

"Alright, kid," Leo said, speaking directly to Tyler's swollen belly, bucking his hips faster and faster. "Put up your umbrella...daddy's gonna make it rain!"

END