Switching Sides

Switching Sides

Chapter 13

Back at the apartment, we smiled at each other giddily. "Definitely no turning back now," Persid said. "Those boys are going to take a huge chunk out of our lives for many years to come."

"They will. So, I think we need to fuck each other to death while we have the chance," I suggested with a licentious smile.

"We'll still have opportunities to get it on," Persid countered, "just not as frequently or as long. But, we'll have to sleep when the babies sleep. I sure hope they're on the same schedule. I'd hate to have to get up every two hours instead of every four hours to feed them."

"We'll adapt," I sighed. "Meanwhile, I think we need to try to make more babies the old fashioned way." We helped each other undress slowly, savoring each exposure of erotic areas of skin. Of course, a mundane 69 position got us started, but that quickly transitioned to some serious ass eating. I could still taste my nutt from last night as I ate out his sweet, pink hole. My tongue drilled deeply into him as I made uncensored, rutting, animal noises.

"You gotta fuck me and breed me, Koldan. I really need it!" Persid begged. "Now!"

I smiled at his urgency, but kept munching on his asshole. Persid sucked my dick hungrily, trying to get me to cum in his mouth if he couldn't immediately get my big dick up his hole. I knew I was getting close to blasting a load. His skills at sucking my dick always pulled me rapidly toward my climax. Before he could push me too far, I turned him around and made him stretch out on his stomach on the bed. I lay down on him, fitting perfectly on his back. My hard, wet dick slithered up his ass trench and found his hungry pucker again. He reached back and spread his round ass cheeks, coaxing me into him. My thick, black meat slipped inside him and slowly descended into his depths. He moaned with pleasure as he backed up on to the thick phallus.

"You have the sweetest ass I've ever been in," I whispered hoarsely. "As soon as I'm in you, my dick wants to nutt."

"I'm good for that," he said, looking over his shoulder. I leaned in and kissed him hotly on the lips as I ground in the last inch of my long dick. "Fuck, yeah, that feels so good when you do that."

I'd made my dick jerk several times when I'd hit bottom. He did seem to enjoy feeling how deep I could get into him. His ass muscles started doing their stroking thing. I warned him that he was going to make me cum too soon, but he didn't stop. "I'm gonna cum," I warned too late. He reached behind us, grabbed my ass, and held me tightly against his upturned ass as my dick jerked and jetted cream. "Fuckin' take my load!" I bellowed. "Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!" I roared with each cum-delivering spasm. There was something very special about this man that made each fuck better than the last. I couldn't pump out enough nutt to satisfy both of us, but I tried. My climax slowly receded, but I couldn't stop fucking him. It felt so good to breed like this.

Persid insisted that I remain buried inside him until my dick slowly softened and slipped out. Spreading his muscular ass cheeks, I ate his hole out, loving the taste of my load and his delicious ass. A few moments later, I moved up his back and kissed him, sharing the bounty that I'd pumped into him. I returned several times to mine more delicious cream from his ass and shared the results in more kisses.

Finally, I rolled away and lay next to him, catching my breath. "Somehow, you make every hot breeding session better than the last," he praised. "Let's see if I can top that." He pushed my legs into my chest and started to eat out my hole. I helped hold my legs up which spread my ass cheeks so he could drill deeply with his tongue. What a wonderful feeling! Moments later, I was begging him to fuck me, but he pretended not to hear me. My hands rested on the back of his head, urging him to eat my love tunnel ever deeper. Squealing with delight, I begged and begged to be fucked.

He looked over my heavy nuts that had been resting on his nose as he ate me out. I could tell by his eyes that he was smiling at me. He knew he was torturing me by not fucking my ass. But, even he couldn't resist my hungry ass for long. In one smooth motion, he stood up on his knees, aimed his long dick at my wet hole and pushed inside. I was so relaxed that he descended nearly to the full length of his big dick before he pulled back and quick fucked my prostate with the big head of his dick. I could feel how big the head was, so I knew he was already very close to his climax.

Persid leaned in and kissed me as he pressed hard against my ass. His dick jerked hard and he held his breath. I knew he was right on the edge of a monstrous climax. I grabbed his ass and held him tightly against me. The extra pressure and stimulation that I'd added to his dick sent him into another debilitating climax. His big dick jerked hard and rapidly as he unloaded deeply inside me. We kissed savagely as more of his baby batter splashed up my gut. His hips thrust hard against me, pushing as deeply as he could go. His climax was so overwhelming that he couldn't fuck me with long strokes. His need to breed pumped short jabs, making sure that his baby gravy was deep and sure to impregnate me. Even after his climax waned, he continued fucking me. We kissed passionately, doing our very best to ensure a successful pregnancy.

By the time his breeding pole slipped from my ass, I was hard again. He smiled at me and rolled on to his back. "Your turn to breed me in the same position," he instructed. "Hopefully, you'll make me as pregnant as I did you."

I did my best. I don't think I pounded as much nutt into him as I had earlier, but it surely went as deep as or deeper than the first time. When I finally rolled away, he flipped me on to my stomach and ate my ass out again, before he mounted and bred me once more.

In the middle of the night, I woke up. My dick was hard as steel again. Persid was on his side facing away from me. I slid over and slipped my hard dick between his round buns. A moment later, I found his back door and pressed slowly. I entered him and held still. He sighed contentedly, so I pushed deeper. I felt his hand on my ass as he pulled me tightly against him. With a final push, I was completely buried between those amazing, muscle melons.

"Did I wake you?" I asked.

"Eventually," he whispered back. "I thought I was having a great dream with you fucking me and delivering your huge loads, one after another."

I smiled at his response. "I could always pull out and let you sleep."

"Don't you dare!" he laughed. "Pound that ass and make it yours."

Not one to ignore such a request, I pushed deeper into him. He wiggled his ass to be sure I was all the way in. "You're going to make me nutt too quickly," I warned. "Your ass muscles are milking me again!" Evidently, he didn't care, because I was flooding his deep ass less than a minute later.

As my climax receded, he said, "Don't you dare pull out! I want you to stay in my ass and fall asleep still connected."

I hadn't intended to pull out for a while, but I knew I'd eventually slip out. His breathing settled down and as my dick slithered out, I knew he was asleep.

In the morning, he woke me up with his face in my ass. As soon as he knew I was awake, he mounted me and filled me up with another of his baby-making loads. He shot an amazing amount of jizz into me as he usually did. I'm always surprised at the volume. And you know we had to eat some delicious ass afterwards. We can't help ourselves.

We showered, dressed, ate breakfast, and at mid-day, we went to the hospital to pick up our new babies. I think Persid was more excited about that than I was, but only by a tiny amount. I was light-headed at the joy this would soon bring us.

As we walked into the hospital, I nodded to someone who looked vaguely familiar. I couldn't place him, but he certainly knew us. "You're picking up your babies today?" he asked with a big smile. "I remember when you made your `contributions' at the clinic to get the whole process started. I still remember the surprising volume both of you pumped out."

Now, I recognized him. He had to go back and get us jar-like containers, rather than the small test tubes that other men shot their sperm into. He's a nice looking guy with a good body. I was surprised that he remembered us, but I suppose two men with large volumes of nutt would be memorable. "I suppose it's good to be remembered for something," Persid beamed.

"Before you pick up your boys, I'd like to tell you about a new product that's just come on the market. The king has been using it for the last two years and swears by it. It isn't generally available yet, but it soon will be," he whispered conspiratorially. "Understand, though, you guys probably don't need it, but it is sure a lot of fun to use. The results are amazing."

We were intrigued, but I wasn't sure what he was really talking about. "So, what is it that you're talking about?"

"It's a dual stage pill that more than doubles your sperm output and can almost double the volume of your nutt when you shoot a load," he smiled proudly.

"Dual stage?" Persid wondered.

"You take the first pill on day one. That's the pill that increases the volume. On day two, you take the second pill which increases the sperm count. Never take them in the reverse order or your balls will hurt for a week. You need the first pill to flush out all the extra production," he warned.

"Any side effects?" I asked.

He laughed. "Well, you'll want to fuck a lot more than you do now and when you do, you're good for more than once. Some men have reported three big loads, all within 15 minutes. A few men have said that their balls are bigger than before."

"The king uses it?" Persid pressed.

"Well, his Imperial Guards used it, so he got fucked and filled a lot more than usual. Now that he's made all the male children that he needs to, he's using it with his boyfriend and the boyfriend is using it, too."

I looked at Persid and he was smiling broadly. He was very much interested. "So, how do we get hold of some of this great stuff? What's the cost?"

"I'll give you a year's worth," the lab man said. "No charge. But, I'd love to get invited over some time to experience both of you and your increased loads. However, that's not required."

"What will be the cost after the year is up?" Persid asked.

"That's unknown at this point," the lab tech said. "It shouldn't be very high though. There will be a great demand for it from all the gay men, so with that kind of volume, the cost will fall rapidly."

"How long is each dual dose good for? Any side effects from discontinuing?" I asked.

"The two pills that you take are good for about a month. Don't take them more often than that. There have been some problems with men who thought a weekly dose would make them nutt even more than the monthly dose. Their balls hurt badly for more than week after taking too much of the stuff. They were nearly debilitated. They couldn't even sit, because any pressure on their nuts made them hurt even more. And pumping out additional loads didn't help. And to answer your second question, there have not been any noticeable side effects by discontinuing. At least, there have been none reported by the Imperial Guardsmen who took them and then discontinued. The only complaint I've seen was that they were disappointed that they were shooting much smaller loads without it. They'd gotten used to the increased volume and so had their partners. So, in that way, it is kind of addicting."

"I'm sure willing to take the risk," Persid laughed. "What about you, Koldan?"

"Can we get the pills today?" I asked and at the same time answering Persid with a big smile.

The lab tech looked over our shoulders. "Here," he whispered. He handed us four soft packs of pills. "Two packs for each of you. The blue pack is the volume increaser, the red pack is the sperm increaser. Be sure to take them in the proper order. And no more frequently than monthly. "

We nodded our agreement and shoved the packets in our pants pockets. "Thanks, Man," I said. "And how do we get hold of you to arrange a personal demonstration of how well the pills work for us?"

The tech gave us his electronic address and grinned at us. "I look forward to seeing you again. But, I won't expect anything soon. I know you'll be overwhelmed in the first weeks of having your boys home," he allowed. "I'd even take the current volume you guys pump out from those amazingly big dicks of yours."

We turned and left him standing there with a big smile on his face. We had grins just as big. At the neo-natal ward, we told them why we were there. The woman at the desk called back into the nursery and asked if our boys were ready. She smiled at us and said, "They're ready to go home. The neo-natal nurses will be out with them in a moment with some care and feeding instructions." I couldn't help it. I looked panicked. "Don't worry. New parents are always overwhelmed with their new infants and don't recall much of what the nurses tell them. However, the instructions are all printed out for you. If you lose the instructions, you can always access them via your personal assistants." I know I was relieved. So was Persid.

Moments later, the double doors opened and two beaming nurses strode toward us. Both were men. "Are you the proud daddies of these precious boys?" We nodded dumbly. "They look like you!" one of the men said. "Such a perfect blending of two handsome men," he smiled.

The other nurse said, "We'll miss these little men. They are so perfect and are such good babies. They sleep well and are good eaters. And luckily for you, they seem to be on the same schedule."

"So, here are the instructions on the first month that they'll be home with you. After a month, the doctor will want to see you and them for a check-up. He'll be able to answer all your questions then. If you do have questions before your appointment, check out our neo-natal `questions answered' area. I'm sure that will set your minds at ease."

"You both have paternity leave for six months, so you should be able to care for them with ease. However, it is always a good idea to have someone come over and give you a respite from their constant care needs. I did see that you have your mother on call, Persid," he said, nodding at Persid. "Don't be bashful about calling on her when you need her. I'm sure she'll be more than eager to help out. Just don't let her help too much, because two infants would wear anyone out. That's why the boys have both of you."

"Has someone planned a baby debut for you?" the first nurse asked. We nodded. "That's not a problem. I'm sure everyone will want to see them, so let the babies be the stars, but don't get them up just so everyone can hold them. They need their rest just like everyone else, and it will disrupt their sleeping and eating patterns if you wake them up before they're ready."

"So, any questions for us before you leave?" asked the second nurse as he handed one of the babies to me. The other boy was handed to Persid.

"I know we have baby nutrition at home for them and how much to give them, but what about if they want more and wake up hungry before their next feeding?" I wondered.

"If they're hungry, give them a couple more ounces. It may be a one-time thing, but probably isn't. These are big boys you have, so it wouldn't be surprising if they did start demanding more food within a month of going home. Our boys sure did!" he laughed, smiling at the other nurse.

"You have kids, too?" Persid beamed.

"Yeah, four boys, two sets of twins," the first nurse replied. "They're four and two years old and a major handful. But, they're such good kids that I know we're doing the right thing."

"And just between us gay parents," the second nurse confided, "the four year olds are already exploring their sexuality with each other. Nothing very overt except playing with each other's dicks."

"Although, I wouldn't be surprised if they were sucking each other's dick already. We just haven't seen them do it yet," the first nurse added. "And we haven't been all that cautious about our sex lives. They could have seen us getting it on when we thought they were sleeping."

Persid and I laughed at that. "We'll try to be more observant when the time comes," Persid said. "However, they'll probably discover how things work without any instruction or inadvertent observations of us."

"See what precious bundles your boys are?" the second nurse observed. "They're sleeping right through our conversation. The nursery purposefully allows conversations and other ambient noise in there. They need to get used to normal household activities and sleep right through them. And nearly all newborns do."

The nurses kissed both boys on the forehead and left us alone. As we headed toward the front of the neo-natal ward, Persid asked with a grin, "When do you want to try the new pills?"

"I wanna pop the first one right now," I laughed. "But, I think we'd better wait a week or so until we know what kind of schedule the boys are going to put us on. Then we'll know if we'll even have time to fuck more than we do now."

"Yeah, you're probably right, but I still wanna see how much your jizz volume will increase and if you can pump out three loads within 15 minutes!"

"Your ass will be so full of sperm that you'll slosh when you walk," I laughed. "And I know I'm going to love even more jizz from your big dick loading me up. All the more for us to eat out, too!" I smirked.

At the entrance to the hospital, I spied Persid's parents waiting for us in their vehicle. "We know you only have a few blocks to your apartment," his mom said with an embarrassed smile, "but we just couldn't wait any longer." She held her arms out to take the sleeping infant in Persid's arms. His dad took my boy gently.

"I can barely remember when you were this size, Persid," his mom said. "Now, which boy do I have?"

I checked out the infant in her arms and said, "You have Talig. His little birthmark is under his right ear. Grandpa has Torig. That's the boy with the small mark under his left ear."

"If either of these boys is anything like their daddy," Persid's father said, "they'll figure out a way to put a mark on each other and cover the real mark with a concealer type of make-up."

"We'll just have to be sure to keep that kind of stuff away from them," I smiled.

"And when their backs are turned, you won't have any idea which is which," Persid's mom pointed out.

"I'll just yell out both names, just to cover all bases," Persid said.

"No matter what you do, those kids are going to confound you. Mark my words," his mother laughed. "And I know that Koldan wasn't always the perfect son, even though he is now."

"Oh, manta muffins!" Persid laughed. "This perfect son has his moments that would curl your hair."

I smiled as angelically as I could. "Me?" I asked innocently.

"I've seen that same look in Persid's eyes," his dad said. "Both of you have a rebellious streak in you that's a mile wide. I only pray that these angels didn't inherit that trait from either of you or you'll have more than your hands full. We can only offer advice and counsel, but even our experience may not help."

Talig opened his eyes and looked up at me. I smiled down at him. "This little angel will never be a bad boy," I cooed.

"Nor will this one," Persid said of Torig. "Especially when he's sleeping, like right now."

"Have you decided what you want the boys to call you?" Persid's mom asked. "Daddy, papa, dad, meal ticket?" she grinned.

I glanced over at Persid and shrugged. "We haven't decided yet, but we still have time before they even know who we are," Persid concluded.

"Are you coming to the baby debut that the old king is throwing for us this week?" I asked.

"We wouldn't miss it for the world," his mother said. "I hope it won't be too many people, because that many new faces might upset the babies."

"They'll be fine," her husband said. "They only eat, sleep, and poop at this age. Nothing much bothers them." He handed the infant in his arms back to me. "Torig is a good baby so far, but you really should be getting them home instead of standing in the lobby of the hospital." Persid's mom handed over Talig to Persid.

The proud papas sat in the back seat of the vehicle while the new grandparents sat in front. A few minutes later, we were back in the apartment. Dora was introduced to the infants, their DNA sampled by touching their little hands to the big screen. "Keep them in a special file, too, Dora. We need to keep their identities in the secure database until further notice, just like Koldan's."

"Of course, Persid. And what names should I assign to them?" Persid told Dora the different names and how we tell them apart. "Preliminary scans show that they are identical twins. Would that be correct?" Dora asked.

"Yes, they are. However, a more thorough analysis will no doubt show a minor difference or two between them, beside the tiny birthmarks they both have," I put in. "Please access the hospital database for care of newborn infants. I'll want to review their suggestions again, soon."

"And give us a look ahead as what we should expect as they get older," Persid continued. "When should we expect them to hold their heads up, smile, sleep through the night, start crawling and start walking, just to name a few milestones?"

"Do you wish to see that printed out or save to a file to be accessed later on the screen?" Dora asked.

"Just save it for later, please," Persid replied.

"Are you going to put them in the same bed?" Persid's mom asked. "All the literature on twins I've seen says that they will sleep better when their twin is with them. Of course, that changes when they get older."

"Yes, Mom," Persid smiled. "The neonatal doctor told us we should do that for the first year or so. After that, we test separation to see how they do."

"And they've been fed recently and changed," I added, "although I think Torig could use another change. He feels damp. Look at his face. You know he's doing something." The baby had a small grimace like he was relieving himself.

"The power of suggestion," Persid smiled. "Talig is wetting himself, too."

"Get used to that," his mom said. "They will be in lockstep for several months with nearly everything they do. That's what my friend who had twins said. Her girls are giving her fits now that they're in their teens: lots of hormones and attitude."

We had moved into the boy's bedroom and started changing them. Persid's mother hovered nearby, making sure we were doing it right. "You're both naturals," he beamed. "You'll be excellent parents."

"Let's give our boys a chance to bond with their children, Grandma," Persid's dad said. "We can see them later. "They need bonding time with their proud papas." With a kiss on the cheek from his mom and a handshake and congratulations from his dad, they left us with the boys.

"These boys sure take after you in the dick department," Persid smirked.

"I think they're showing off," I replied with a laugh. "They sure do look us over, although I'm not sure their eyesight is good enough to truly see us."

"They'll get used to our voices and will figure out that we make them dry again and feed them," Persid smiled. "I never thought I was the nurturing kind, but these boys sure do bring it to the surface."

"And I never thought I'd ever have children," I allowed. "I'm still overwhelmed at the notion that I made two amazing boys with my beautiful husband."

The rest of the week was a blur. We fed them, changed them, put them to bed over and over again. Their schedule had settled into predictability. We were tuned to their whimpers when they wanted to be fed or changed. They enjoyed being held by us and we made sure that we swapped often so that they would bond with both of us equally.

On the weekend, we got the apartment ready for the baby debut party. We dressed them up in blue uniforms with little Intelligence Department insignias on their collars. We had caps for them, but they kept falling off or were pulled off. So, we left those in their room. When our guests started to arrive, the boys had been fed and changed. They wouldn't be ready for their nap for another couple of hours, unless the festivities wore them out.

The old king and his husband were the first to arrive, but they were followed swiftly by Persid's parents, Singadore, Tokamak, Nindore, Vandig, the commanding general and his husband (Matrig). We toasted to the babies good health, ate a lot of finger food, passed the boys around for our guests to make fools of themselves over the babies, and then opened the baby's gifts. The old king gave us a year's worth of diaper service. The boys got a lot of clothing for when they got bigger, and some special activity books to keep them occupied when they needed to be quiet while their fathers were otherwise engaged. We especially liked the gift that Vandig brought. It was nipples for their infant nutrition cylinders that were shaped like little dicks. Everyone, including Persid's parents thought they were hilarious.

The old king said over the merriment, "You may think of that as some kind of silly gift, but our boys eat better with those nipples, and are more content after we switched over. I'm not saying that your boys will be the same way, but don't put them in a drawer. Use them!"

I thought he was kidding us, but his husband nodded agreement. I looked over at Persid who only shrugged. Okay, why not use them, I thought.

The babies were rubbing their eyes and yawning. "Time for a nap," Persid's mom said. She took them one at a time into their bedroom and put them down for a nap next to each other, but turned so they were head to toe. With a minimum of fuss, the infants fell asleep. "They'll probably wake up in an hour or so demanding food, but they seem to be too tired to wait for that right now."

Our guests took that as their cue to leave. With more congratulations and chaste kisses, everyone left, leaving Persid and I alone with our new boys. "Do you really think those special nipples make a difference?" I wondered.

"The king sure thinks so," he replied. "We should try them out and see what the boys think." An hour later, the kids woke up and wanted to be fed. We tried the new nipples. At first, they weren't sure what was different about them, but they soon liked the change and chugged down their dinner with excitement. We burped them and changed them again. I noticed that Talig's little dick was hard. I looked over at Persid and smiled. "Torig has a stiffy, too!" he exclaimed. "I guess they instantly knew what a dick is for," he laughed.

"I'm sure they'll figure out its other uses later," I smiled. "I need to remind you what mine is for," I smirked. "We'll have four hours to fuck our brains out."

"I know we need to get some sleep, too," Persid observed, "But, first things first!" he added and leaned over and kissed me. We put the boys down for their naps and headed for our bedroom.

Our clothes were off and we were sucking dick and eating ass only moments later. Of course, I fucked him first and he returned the favor. After a mutual felching, we slept until the boys woke up.

I could get used to this routine!

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