The Conquests of Will

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Will is an attractive twenty-three year old with a fetish for pregnant men. He's always dreamed of having sex with an expecting man, but never before had he ever come close. But his first encounter with a man in an elevator changes his life... now he needs more. This is a story about Will's sexual conquests, in which it all begins with a blackout...

Chapter 1
Elevator Lust

It was summer in New York City at around two o'clock in the afternoon. I was headed out to the gym in my athletic shorts and sleeveless tee ready to work out my stress with some iron. I pushed the button to summon the elevator and waited casually for it to arrive. Living so high on the thirtieth floor was nice and all, but the slow elevator was really starting to annoy me.

The green light above the elevator doors beeped and turn green signaling its arrival. The doors parted and I immediately caught the handsome eyes of a resident I'd never seen. But my gaze was drawn southward; he had a pregnant belly that looked way past due. It was amazingly round and proportional and his small shirt left an inch or two of skin showing. His bellybutton could be seen through the thin fabric.

This guy who looked to be about nineteen or twenty, so only a couple of years younger than me, was certainly drawing more than just my eye. I felt my cock stir in my shorts, a very bad thing. My hard on would easily be seen through my thin athletic shorts if it kept growing. This could very well be a social accident that I was not looking forward to.

I stepped through the doors, smiling nervously at the pregnant guy, and went to stand in the corner desperately hoping my dick would calm the fuck down.

"Ground floor?" The guy asked, looking over. His face was heavenly with dark green eyes and wonderful brown hair. He was top-notch.

"Yeah, please." I responded, hoping he'd look away. My hard-on wasn't going anywhere. I wondered if I could discreetly adjust myself... but the elevator was too condensed. He was only four feet away, he'd notice immediately. I bit my lip.

"Nice arms, by the way," the compliment was surprising. Now the hot pregnant dude was hitting on me. Great...

"Thanks," my tone was a little more nervous than what I would've preferred. "So... when are you due?"

"Any day now," he said, rubbing his mountainous belly with circular motions.

"Wow, awesome," I said.

Suddenly, the elevator, which had just begun its descent, came to a complete stop. The lights flickered and went out.

"Oh my God!" the pregnant guy said. "What's happening?"

"Not sure, are you okay?"

"Yeah, oh God I can't see anything!"

Just then the elevator's back up lights came on, dim and foreboding. The pregnant guy was clutching his stomach as if to protect the baby. I couldn't guess from what... the dark, maybe?

I went over to the emergency phone on the wall and pushed the button to dial for help but there was no signal, so I pulled out my cell phone from my pocket. I called my buddy who lived a few floors above me who told me that the entire southern half of NYC was blacked out.

"All of lower Manhattan is out of power," I told the pregnant guy.

"Damn," he said. "How long before it comes back up?"

"I'm not sure, could be a few minutes to a few hours. Do you need to make a call? To your husband or whoever?"

"Oh no, thank you. And I don't have a husband," he showed me his ringless finger. "Just a cranky boyfriend."

"Ah, what's he cranky about?" Then I remembered that we hadn't even exchanged names yet. "Name's Will, by the way." I extended my hand for a shake.

"Hi Will, Nate," his handshake was submissive, with his palm upwards. Interesting. "He's just cranky about the pregnancy and all of that. He's not real excited."

"Jeeze, what a dick. No offense."

"Well, he's not the best of boyfriend's I could've got pregnant by." His belly suddenly did an obvious roll beneath is shirt. He put a soothing hand on the spot.

"Wow, that was crazy!" I exclaimed. I had never seen anything like that before.

"Saw that, did you? The baby just rolled over. Want to feel it, Will?"

I glanced at his face, as if to see if he was kidding or not. He was serious. Oh man, was I about to become hard. "Sure." I couldn't pass up this chance to feel the belly of a sexy pregnant guy.

To my surprise, Nate lifted his shirt up to reveal his glorious, rotund belly and even a little bit of his chest, which had some muscle to it. This guy was hot. I put my hand on the globe, feeling the roundness and utter brilliance of his pregnancy. It felt smooth and wonderful beneath my hands. It was obvious that he took really good care of it. His bellybutton stuck out from the middle, cute and perfect. I wondered if I was salivating.

"The baby just went to sleep, I think."

"Ah, that's too bad."

"I'm actually relieved. He's always kicking my insides." I removed my hand, feeling that the moment to keep it there had passed. He pulled down his small shirt and eased himself down on the floor with his back up against the wall. "Ahhhh that feels better. My back is killing me."

"I'm so sorry," I offered, also sitting down.

"It's cool, just makes school and work hard," Nate was rubbing his belly now, probably soothing the tight skin.

"Are you still working so far along?" I couldn't believe it. This guy seriously looked like he needed to be in bed or in a hospital. Not that he looked tired or anything, he looked great and alive... but the sheer size of his belly told me that his delivery should've been at least a week ago.

"My last day was yesterday. I work at a library so it's not like I'm doing anything strenuous."

"Is it getting hot in here to you?" I asked, feeling suddenly hot. And it wasn't because I was turned on. The temperature was rising pretty fast.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Ugh, I can't handle this."

"Sorry, do you mind if I take off my shirt?" I asked, already lifting the hem.

"Go ahead, I think I might as well."

We both removed our shirts. I was mesmerized to see such a delicious torso. The preggo had muscles! He had very nice biceps and pecs. I was transfixed.

As was he, I noticed his eyes trailing my abs. Were we both checking each other out?

"You have a really amazing body, I'm so jealous," Nate stated, looking rather miffed.

"Hey..." I began, trying to reassure him. "So do you. You look great! I've always thought pregnant men had a definite beauty about them."

"Really?" Nate was shocked. He looked completely taken aback.

"I mean, not in a creepy way..." I was backtracking now.

"No, I understand. I'm just surprised. My boyfriend thinks I look like shit."

"He tells you that?!" His boyfriend sounded like a real jerk.

"Well, more or less. He hasn't touched me since I started showing," he sighed. He apparently wished that he would.

This was amazingly sad to me. Here was a gorgeous, cute, attractive pregnant guy with a beautiful belly who was being neglected by a second-rate, asshole, piece of shit boyfriend. Guys like me would kill for a chance with a guy like Nate.

"Well," I began, unsure if I should say what I was about to say. "If I was your boyfriend, I'd have you everyday, every hour. But that's just me, I guess."

The atmosphere tangibly changed then. I looked at Nate who was looking at me. There was a glint of hope in his eyes; a glint of lust. This was my chance. My fetish for pregnant men might be reaching its zenith. I could bang a pregnant man. It was fate that caused the blackout and trapped me in an elevator with a hot pregnant dude. This was it.

I slid over on the floor and engaged Nate's handsome lips. I immediately discovered that he was a good kisser; forceful yet gentle, kind yet mean. My cock stood up in my shorts as my left hand drifted across Nate's firm chest and down to his even firmer belly. I momentarily forgot how big he was as my hand traveled down its surface, across his bellybutton, down... further... further still... My hand reached the elastic band of his shorts then began to climb back up along the warm, smooth skin of his stomach. It felt so fucking good.

His tongue darted into my mouth and mine darted into his. He let out a pent-up little moan which drove me wild. This guy, this poor pregnant guy, hadn't had sex in ages. He needed it bad.

Nate's hand darted into my athletic shorts where he quickly found my engorged penis. I eased out of my shorts and boxers, pulling away from the kiss to do so. Nate stripped down naked, too. His swollen cock was big, almost bigger than mine. But I wasn't looking to be penetrated.

I got on my knees and Nate went straight to work. His tongue played along the tip, sending unbelievable spasms of pleasure through my nervous system. I was getting sucked by an expecting man! This was definitely not what I had planned for the day!

As soon as Nate had my dick in his mouth I began thrusting, gentle at first but as soon as I felt Nate going down further I picked up my pace. I held on to the back of Nate's soft head as I forcefully made him take more, thrusting my dick deeper into his mouth. I felt the tip of my dick crushing against the back of his throat. Nate was a pro dick-sucker. He didn't gag once, and I was going deep.

I continued to ram the back of his throat, eliciting a deep moan from him each time. He was enjoying the hell out of this. Hell, I would too if I was sexually starved for months and months.

"I'm gonna cum, you ready? You hungry?" I asked, feeling the pleasure coming to a high. He moaned in response.

With just a few more deep thrusts I blew my load. I had never cummed more in my life. It was like a water-hose in his mouth. I watched him eagerly swallow load after load. He was hungry.

I pulled my dick away and Nate licked his lips free of cum, holding his belly while he did. He was so fucking hot.

"I need my pregnant ass pounded," he stated, laying on his back with his huge belly in the air. I saw the baby do another flip in his stomach, pushing the skin out. Wow.

"You are one horny bitch," my dick was hardening again.

"Yes, I need you in me!"

I got on the floor and spread his legs, pulling them up to rest on my shoulder. I aligned his succulent asshole with my dick as I began to enter. He was so slick and ready... I plunged in. Nate shouted in ecstasy, grabbing his rotund belly. My hands joined his on the mound of his baby-filled stomach, feeling the smooth tautness moving beneath me. As I began to piston in and out of his sweet hole I wondered if the baby was okay. I mean, he was due any day. Surely I should go easy?

"Harder!" Nate shouted. "Fuck me harder!"

"But the baby..."

"The baby's fine, just fuck me deeper."

Hearing him talk so crudely was turning me on. I could only obey his demand... I pushed my dick in to the hilt until I felt my dick smash against his cervix. He screamed in pleasure and begged for more. Pulling out quickly, I rammed him again eliciting another howl of pleasure. I didn't know if I should be unnerved by the screams or turned on. I was a little both.

"Oh God!!!" he screamed as I increased pace, ramming deep into him at a million miles per hour. I saw and felt his stomach contract beneath my hands and I began to worry.

"What was that?" I asked, slowing my thrusts.

"Just a contraction," he stated casually. Just a contraction?!? What?!? "They're just small contractions that happen every now and then, nothing to worry about. Keep fucking me, please?"

I put my worries aside before they ruined my experience. I began my thrusts again, deeper, faster, harder until I was numb with pleasure. My hands circled the beautiful skin of his stomach, reveling in its enormity and tightness. I pretended that I was fucking him into labor. That it was my baby he was birthing. That I had put my child into him nine months ago, and it was my sperm that made him huge.

"I'm cumming," Nate shouted, grasping his dick and pumping it to release. I was impressed that he was coming to an orgasm without even hardly touching his dick. He pumped his member as I pumped mine deeper into him. Nate's stomach contracted again, but this time with pleasure as his bloated abdominal muscles flexed and his dick blew a load all over his belly. He sighed and relaxed as much as he could with my big dick in him.

With a few more thrusts I was cumming too. I pushed my cock deep into his birthing hole until I was smashed into his cervix and released load after load of thick cum inside him until it was overflowing.

I rolled over, naked and spent. I was completely exhausted. Nate breathed heavily beside me, reeling from the best sex he had ever had, no doubt. I was good, no lie. I watched his monstrous belly rise and fall, sleek with cum. Pushing myself up on an elbow, I reached over and began to rub the loads of cum into the tight skin of his belly. He moaned and closed his eyes.

"That feels so good," he sighed.

I continued to massage the semen into his skin, thinking of how great this day turned out to be. I never would've thought I'd be fucking the most gorgeous pregnant man I'd ever seen.

Soon, the power came back on and we dressed and parted ways. We traded information and I found out he lived a few floors above me.

"I'm definitely giving you a call, Will," Nate said. "I want to see you every day until I give birth, got it?"

"Definitely, today was..."

"...great." Nate finished for me. We were both in agreement that pregnant sex was the best. "Well, I'll see you later..." we kissed and went our own separate ways.

I couldn't stop thinking about him as I made my way to the gym, picking up where my day left off.

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Chapter 2
Labor Fuck

It was the night after my encounter with Nate and I was still freaking out that I had banged a full-term pregnant man. All of the goals in life were moot compared to the glorious conquest of an expecting, handsome devil like Nate. My hands still were tingling from the feel of his swollen stomach, my cock still hardened at the very thought of the man's tunnel.

I was desperately hoping that Nate would come see me today, like he said he wanted to. I stepped out of the shower and barely dried off when there was a knock on the door. There he was in a stretched wife-beater that barely covered his bulbous belly and pajamas that were riding very low on his waist. Jesus.

But he was sad and the tone of our second meeting changed. Something had happened and Nate was upset. "What's wrong?" I asked, thinking perhaps there was something wrong with his baby. "Here, come in." I showed him into my cozy loft and parked him on the couch.

"I broke up with my boyfriend a little while ago," he sighed. He looked to be on the verge of tears. I sat next to him and held him gently in my arms. Here was my sexual vixen lost and deflowered, without charm or happiness. I wondered how I could make him feel better. "I kicked him out. He told me that I should raise the baby on my own... I don't know what I'm going to do!"

"Awww, it's okay Nate," my tone oozed sincerity, though my thoughts drifted elsewhere. Call me a prick, but all I could think about was how I could get this sad preggo boy in bed.

My hand drifted over the thin linen of his wifebeater, gliding over his enormous belly. I pulled the top over his belly and rubbed the bare, glossy skin eliciting soft tiny moans from him. My dick was instantly hard.

"Kiss me," he whispered in my ear. "Please."

His lips met mine. Yesterday his kiss was charged with sexual energy, but today they were charged with emotion. I couldn't believe how sensual it felt. My hand circled his stomach, feeling little movements within. He moaned into my mouth and I moaned into his. My hand dipped into his pajamas and latched on his dick, massaging and coaxing it to grow. It was officially round 2.

I helped him remove his top so that I could get the full-view of his half-muscled, half-swollen body in all of its wondrous glory. I removed my towel as I laid him on his back so his ample stomach was sticking into the air, bellybutton crowning at its peak.

I crawled on top of him, too blinded by sexual thoughts to care about the pressure I was putting on the baby. I started with kisses upon his chest and lovely nipples, reveling in every moan and groan that escaped Nate's mouth. I could feel his dick brushing against my stomach as I trailed further down, kissing his swollen belly. I licked at his bellybutton and sucked on it as if it were a nipple. Nate threatened to scream. I descended further until his belly met his dick. I licked the tip which was already loaded with pre-cum. The sweet taste of it was like fuel in my engine; I went down on his lengthy dick, taking it all in one gulp.

I fought my gag reflex and stuck it as far down my throat as it would go. Nate bucked awkwardly, probably because of the weight of his stomach, feeding me more of his cock, which I eagerly accepted. His immense belly was like a mountain in front of me. Nate was rubbing it and clutching it as what looked like a contraction bore down over the muscles.

Relinquishing his dick from my mouth, I stepped forward on the couch and knelt down so that I was straddling his face. Without a word of warning, I pushed my slick dick into his moaning mouth causing him to cough. I was feeling a little rough tonight; horny, impatient, insatiable. I began to fuck his face with everything I had, putting my hands on either side of his head so that I could pull him deeper onto me.

There was no doubt that I had good rhythm and pace. I knew just when to slow it down so I didn't blow my load prematurely, and just went to pick it up so that maximum pleasure was ensured. I was a good lover and Nate's pregnancy seemed to bring the best out of me. Fucking this pregnant guy was like my heaven. I wondered if I'd still fuck him after he gave birth.

....nah.

I continued fucking his face until Nate's eyes rolled back in his head from the sheer pleasure and force of the blowjob. I took that as my cue to evacuate his mouth. I eased off and re-situated myself with my raging boner between his legs. I noticed that Nate was eating my body up with his eyes, watching and waiting for me to hilt him my nine inch dick.

Remembering back to yesterday when I plowed his birth chute made my dick grow harder than it had ever been. I longed to crush his cervix again, hoping to God I'd fuck him into labor; the next step in my fantasies with a pregnant man.

I positioned my cock at his entrance; Nate closed his eyes in anticipation, all the while rubbing his firm stomach which shifted under his hands. I imagined the baby was getting ready to dodge my penis.

My dick charged in, guns blazing. I was once again fucking this gorgeous, overdue pregnant man for the second day in a row. I thanked the stars as they wheeled over my head. I'd had a few asses before Nate, but nothing compared to him. Pregnant ass was all I wanted. I made a promise to myself right then and there that I'd never go back to anything else. Pregnant or bust.

His birth hole was pulling me in, clenching and flexing around my hard on. It felt so good. So tight and warm, slick and poignant. It took all of my concentration to not cum in that instant. It was like my birthday in there. I was moaning, Nate was moaning. My apartment was moaning, the world was moaning. Pregnant sex was the answer to my life.

"Fuck me Will," Nate groaned. I clutched his belly, planting my hands firmly onto either side of his hard stomach. The baby kicked beneath me. "Fuck me. Fuck me now!" Nate screamed. This was one pregnant boy I'd never refuse.

As soon as I was hilted inside him with my penis comfortably on his cervix, I withdrew and hilted myself in him again with a long, deep thrust. Nate screamed as his body writhed under me. I felt his stomach contract under my fingers. I pulled out again and delivered another crushing blow to his cervix. I decided that it would be my dick that would put him in the hospital. I fucked him again and again, impaling his swollen ass with my dick. Nate was biting his lip and moaning with intense pleasure. That was when I began to ram him with a callous disregard to his heavy condition. I didn't care that he was overdue. I didn't care that there was a tiny human life mere inches from my penis. All I cared about was me.

With every thrust and every cry of ecstasy, my resolve deepened. My hands circled his monstrous belly as it squirmed beneath me. My cock crashed into his cervix again and again for at least fifteen minutes. I was trapped in a bloodlust, unable to stop. Nate was biting his way through another contraction, torn between pain and pleasure. Was that his third contraction? As I continued to fuck his hole my hands explored his contracting stomach. It was bulging a little more than it already was, as if pressure was building beneath. His firm stomach became as hard as a shell and then suddenly abated and felt normal again. I wondered if he was in labor.

The thought provoked my senses and I began to fuck harder until I felt the familiar rush in my balls and surge in my cock. I withdrew my cock from Nate's deep hole and kneeled over his stomach, pumping my cock the last few times before my thick juices exploded from me. The first load landed on his face, the second on his chest, the third, fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh came like a sheet on his stomach. Cum slid down the sides of his mound, dripping all over my couch. Nate eagerly began to rub his hands all over his belly, easing the warm sticky cum into his skin. I wondered if cum was an effective stretch-mark protectant.

Nate was so beautiful. His soft green eyes looked exhausted and his light brown hair was matted with sweat. He was incredibly attractive as he rubbed my cum all over his stomach and up on his chest. My dick came to life again.

"No more..." Nate said in a barely audible voice. "Please."

"Just one more fuck," I assured him. Nate didn't seem have the energy to respond.

I pushed my dick into his ass again, surprised that I still had the stamina. I had never before had lasted so long with a man. I hilted myself into him once more, feeling his abused cervix against my dick again. I looked down again at my conquered pregnant man. The cum on his stomach was shining in the light and his stomach rose and fell with calm breaths. Wait was he sleeping?

Asleep or no, I was gonna cum one last time. I surged in and out, in and out, in and out. I was desperate to force him into labor. I imagined him on a hospital bed with his legs parted in stirrups, with me fucking him one last time before he gave birth. I was a dirty, dirty man.

As I slammed his cervix the last few times I noticed his cum-covered stomach contract again, pushing out with pressure. Nate grunted a bit but continued sleeping. I put my hands around his beautiful belly as I felt the contraction linger. I continued to thrust once... twice... release . I cummed again, deep in his ass.

I let out a huge sigh as I pulled out and sandwhiched myself between my pregnant lover and the back of the couch. There was just enough room for me to get comfortable as I watched him sleep. His belly had cum-stains all over it. It was as if I had marked my territory and it made me feel proud and devious. I was certainly a dirty man for fucking a heavily pregnant guy so roughly.

I drifted off to sleep with my hand on his rotund stomach feeling the baby's movements. It was a little five minutes later when I felt another contraction. I was fast asleep and oblivious to the fact that Nate's contractions were coming five minutes apart and getting stronger by the hour. And poor Nate was too deep in his sleep to realize that he was in labor....

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Here's Chapter 3, the final installment between Will and Nate... before Will moves on to his next conquest. Enjoy <3

Chapter 3

"Will," a distant voice echoed. "Will!"

My eyes opened to find myself alone on the couch. I stirred sleepily and sat up, looking for the voice. His voice. Nate was pacing around the living room with one hand on his gigantic belly and the other supporting his aching back. He was stark naked and looking deliciously frantic and worried. I couldn't help but watch how his large penis bobbed up and down with every pacing step. Did I already use the word delicious? Cause I'd really like to use it again.

Nate's brown hair was frazzled, as if he just woke up from a deep sleep. He was so adorably hot. I honestly didn't think that he was aware of just how spectacular he looked. He was altogether a 10 on the scale of hotness... it was the stone-like arms and chest (which didn't quite compare to mine, but came in at a good second), the enormous baby-filled middle, the popped bellybutton, the delicate vulnerability; the handsome face, the big dick, the tight hole. This was a man made, baked, and personally dropped on the earth by the Good Lord Himself.

My mind came back from dreamland and I noticed that his lips were moving...

"... five minutes apart! I'm in labor! I really should get to the hospital. Oh God, I hope I'm not too late for the epidural!! Call a cab or something!" he yelled, shouting at me.

"Wait, huh?" Did he just say he was in labor? Oh shit! Did I fuck him into labor?! Did my dream come true?!

"Why are you always so fucking horny? Look at you," he was looking at my hard-on that was growing firmer by the second. "Could you maybe stop thinking about fucking me for one second and grab the phone and call a cab? I'm going to be pushing a baby out of my ass soon; I could really use some meds."

This was my opportunity. One last fuck. It was my last chance to be intimate with this hot, heavily pregnant stud before his beauty diminished. Before the baby bump was gone forever. Pregnancy was ephemeral; it must be used before it expires.

Now.

Or never.

I leapt from my couch, like Superman to duty, and pulled him into my arms. My lips merged with his and his belly pushed into mine. I could feel the reluctance all over his body; he didn't want to. He was getting ready for birth and had his mind elsewhere. Becoming a parent was no light matter. This was serious. But my passion, my sexual passion, for this man was bleeding from my lips. The reluctance slipped from Nate's body like underpants from a whore and desire came to replace it.

He began to eagerly kiss back and pushed his belly hard against mine. I felt the baby stretching inside, as if to say "I'm done cooking. Let me out now..."

Not yet fetus, my mind said. I'm not done yet.

Suddenly I felt Nate's belly buckle and he pulled out from the kiss and the embrace, hands clutching his stomach and pain searing his face. "Aghh..." he groaned, reaching for the sofa. I helped his naked form onto the couch. He leaned back, still clutching his ripe stomach. It looked like he was in a shit ton of pain.

I couldn't be detoured. So what if his contractions were stronger and faster than ever before? Surely I could still fuck him, right? Who is to deny me? Nate needed me now. I could make his labor fun for him, pleasurable even. We both had everything to gain from this incredibly, life-changing experience.

As Nate rested his head back against the sofa, moaning from the discomfort of the contraction I lowered my head beneath his belly and licked at his dick.

"Will..." he protested. But his protest quickly turned into a sigh. A little bit of pleasure could very well help with the pain. A little fire, a little ice.

I was feeling so manipulative. "Are you sure?" I asked. "I can stop if you want." Lies. I would be fucking this man whether he wanted it or not.

"No please, keep going," he grunted. I watched the contraction let up from his massive belly. Taking his dick in my right hand I began to pump slowly, sensually while I bent over his gorgeous stomach and began to lick it and kiss it. I could taste his cum from our recent night together all over his warm, tight skin. His belly moved under my tongue and lips, like a cat would when caught in a sack. "Feels so good..." he whispered.

Nate's dick was beginning to coat itself with precum. I had never ever seen so much of it... it was like a waterfall. Must be some sort of pregnancy thing because it was unreal. I pumped harder.

"Make me cum," Nate said achingly.

I began to pump him furiously and made him buck wildly against my hand. I kept my other hand against his belly as he did, feeling the baby inside begin to do cartwheels. Nate's libido was disrupting his peace and quiet. Not that there's been any peace and quiet in that womb of his for the past couple of days.

My own hard-on was feeling entirely neglected. Once I made this boy cum I was gonna fuck him silly. One. Last. Time.

Nate continued to buck, thrusting sloppily against my hand. It was truly a pleasure watching an overdue preggy boy trying to thrust his hips. I felt his dick engorge in my hand. Nate cried out as he exploded all over his own bulging stomach. The orgasm triggered another contraction. Nate cried out again but this time with pain, even as his dick was still spewing cum. His stomach bloated with the contraction with pressure building intensely inside.

"So beautiful," murmured I, gazing down upon his messy, contracting stomach. Pregnancy was undoubtedly God's gift upon the world.

My dick hung between my legs, begging for attention. As Nate clutched at his tense stomach through the cum that now coated its glossy surface, I pulled his legs and ass off the couch until it was perfectly attuned and prepared for penetration.

"Will, no!" He panted through the contraction.

"Yes," I said. "It'll make you feel better. I promise."

My first thrust was so powerful I nearly fainted. I felt so alive inside of him. His inner juices seemed to be working overtime, more so than any of my previous encounters with him. It seemed that his hole wanted me, preparing long ago for my nine inches.

Nate groaned, clenching his teeth through the contraction. I reached out with my hands, groping and grasping at his full stomach. My thrusts intensified. Did he feel a bit loser this morning? Something felt different... Nate's hole wasn't as tight as I remembered.

Wow, Nate's ass was already dilating! Only be a little, however; Nate was still plenty tight enough for me. My thrusts intensified further as I faced reality: I was fucking an overdue, dilated pregnant man. I fucking rule.

As I hammered my pregnant friend's cervix again and again with my dick, a voice inside of me told me to ease up a bit. I didn't want to hurt the baby. I mean, here's a guy pretty far along in labor and I'm here fucking his brains out.

I glanced down at the scene. There I was, hands planted firmly onto Nate's pregnant belly (which was suffering from another hard contraction) as my dick clobbered his inner sanctum. Nate, with his legs spread far, was biting his lip doing all he could do from crying out in pain and pleasure.

I was so turned on creeping dangerously close to animal-mode. In fact, I felt like an animal. My primal instincts had kicked in as my feral desires inhaled the rich aroma of a potent man, ripe with child. This man had awoken a need in me that only he could fill. The need to fuck the baby out of him so I could put my own offspring inside.

"Will, slow down. Please, Will. Please. Slow down...." I vaguely came out of my trance and realized how inhumane I was fucking him. The hazed lifted and I immediately slowed down, scared.

"Are you okay?" I asked, suddenly more concerned than ever. I couldn't figure out what happened... had I given myself over to the animal I thought I was?

"Fine," he grunted as he circled his huge belly with his hands. "Keep going, just not so rough."

I took the reigns again but began to ride a little slower. I pushed in until I was delicately against his battered cervix, then slipped out, then dived back in, and then slipped out. Sensual is what I was going for. This was my last chance; I didn't want to blow it by giving the baby a black eye.

"That feels really good," Nate moaned. "Rub my stomach." He asked, relaxing his arms behind his head. His biceps looked bulging and perfect.

Such a strong man he was, and yet so fragile. I began to massage his stomach as I was told, thrusting delicately inside him as I did. I put my animal behind me for the time being and instead enjoyed every second I had left with this man. The baby was moving beneath me, gently and sweetly. I marveled at how wonderful pregnancy was; the beautiful period in which a man becomes a father. I don't know what the hell happened then... but I began to cry as I fucked him.

I guess hidden behind my sexual desires, was a desire to be a dad. I wished that the baby inside of this man, the same baby that was mere inches below my massaging hands, was mine. I wished that I could've been there for Nate's whole pregnancy. I wished that he was with me and not that douche-bag he broke up with the previous day.

Looking back on those few days with Nate, I realized how special those days were. How lucky I was!

I cummed deep inside of him with a passion so alive that my body tingled. Nate arched his aching back as we both orgasmed. He coated his stomach with another layer of enjoyment and we both situated ourselves comfortably on the couch, laying next to each other.

"Here's another one," Nate sighed as another contraction ripped into his stomach. I tried to alleviate some of the pain with a helpful hand, easing the cum into his belly while I did.

"That's a pretty strong one," I observed.

"I think I should probably get to the hospital now," he panted.

"Let's wait a few more minutes," I urged, desperate to have just a wee bit of cuddle time before this fairy tale ended.

As I rubbed his enormous belly with my hand, I wondered what it would be like to be pregnant. I had always considered myself more of a "top" kind of man, never having the thought of actually getting pregnant myself. I wondered how different sex would be if I was the one pregnant. Would I be the one bending over for some cock or would I still be on top, drilling a helpless man beneath my weight? Such an interesting thought. Maybe one day I'd find out.

Suddenly, Nate tossed around screaming. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he clutched at his stomach like I've never seen before... no, not clutching; clawing. He was absolutely writhing from the pain. "GET ME. TO. A HOSPITAL. NOW!" He smote my neck with his clawing hand. I've never been so intimated.... "FIND ME SOME CLOTHES TO WEAR, QUICKLY!" He struggled off the couch, doubled over his stomach.

Panicking, I ran into my room trying to figure out what this overdue guy was going to wear. My eyes flitted across my shower robe that hung on the door. Bingo. I grabbed it in hopes that it would fit around Nate's enormous middle.

I helped Nate into the arms and barely got the robes to clasp around his bellybutton, but all of his muscular chest was showing and the beginnings of the top of his belly. These robes were barely, barely fitting around him. I was trying desperately to fight away my attractions....

"GET ME TO THE CAB!" he shouted at me. I had just pulled on some sweats before he dragged me by the hand, as if I were some disobedient child, and bore me to the elevator.

"I need a shirt!" I exclaimed.

"And I need an epidural. Suck it up."

"I really don't like you anymore," I frowned.

"Yeah fucking right. I know you still want to fuck me you filthy slut," he spat. I was almost positive venom was dripping down his mouth.

The elevator closed and we began our descent. "Wouldn't it be really great if the power went out again?" I pondered out loud, recalling our first impassioned moments together... when the elevator doors opened and a cute pregnant boy in a shirt a few sizes too small stood idly inside.

When I tried desperately to hide my erection... when he lifted his shirt and let me feel his bare belly; when the power died and the heat forced our shirts off; when we kissed.... And then, three days later, here we were off to have a baby. It was such a magical time.

"Um yeah if the power dies, YOU are gonna have to deliver my baby," he said, rubbing the underside of his belly through the robes. The idea of delivering a baby was not appealing to me. Actually, I was quite mortified by the thought.

"Better the power doesn't die, then," I said.

The doors opened and we rushed out into the summer morning in New York City, looking rather... bare. I was half-naked without any shoes, and Nate was heavily pregnant in robes that strained against his immense form. Everyone in our radius gave us very strange looks, and I don't blame them.

We got into the cab that awaited us and told the driver to head for the nearest hospital. It was a dirty looking black guy who didn't seem to care he had such scantily-clad people in the back of his cab. He turned up the music, some 80s crap, and sped along.

Another contraction stole Nate's breath and he tried with every fiber in his very pregnant being to not scream. "Breathe," I said, soothing his stomach. "Just breathe."

"Fuck me," Nate whispered in my ear. "Please, it would help the pain a lot."

"But... we're in the back of some dude's cab," now don't get me wrong, I wasn't going to refuse... but we were in a very awkward position. And I was sure that the baby was going to drop out of his ass at any moment.

"Finger me," he panted. I hesitated. "Finger me or I'll demand it very, very loudly."

"Jesus," I swore and covertly dipped my hand between his legs. He adjusted so that my hand could dive in further. I dipped under his butt-cheek and immediately found his wet hole. Nate rested his weary head against my chest and sighed in relief as my hand pushed against his puckered birth canal. I dug in as deep as I could with only a few fingers, but I quickly felt my wrist go numb from the weight.

"Can you slide down in your seat a bit?" He did until his knees were propped up against the seat in front of him. His ass was hanging above the floorboard, just enough so that my fingers had direct access. I looked over at the driver to make sure our little sexual encounter was still secret. But he was humming along to his music completely oblivious.

I pushed my fingers into his dilated hole as far as I could go and Nate squirmed with delight. He must've been at least four or five centimeters dilated; he felt incredibly loose. I didn't have any extensive knowledge about pregnancy and birth, but I knew that at least ten centimeters must be achieved before pushing can commence. Hopefully we were nearing the hospital...

"Faster," he whispered against my chest. His breath was hot on my skin. I started thrusting my fingers in and out of his sweet hole as fast as I could, rocking
my pregnant lover's body with mini-orgasms. His dick was visibly hard beneath the robes.

"How's the contractions?" I asked as I pushed deep into him.

"I feel another one starting," he said, prodding his belly which was starting to peak out from beneath the robes. "My stomach is starting to get sore."

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" I stated.

"Thank you," he mumbled, suppressing the pain as much as possible. "I wish you were the daddy."

"Me too," I said. "Me too...."

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We arrived at our destination and checked in with the hospital immediately. We checked into a room and he was taken out of my robes and into a hospital gown that hugged his pregnant frame pretty tight. Even in a hospital gown he looked impeccable. He arrived just in time for an epidural. The doctor said that any longer and it would've been too late (and I would've taken the full brunt of the blame for that). The contractions were nothing after that and I got to spend a few waking hours with the most gorgeous man ever. I rubbed his stomach and gave it kisses, even helped him masturbate. The doctor said that orgasms can speed the labor, which explains a lot. I wondered if Nate and I never met and never had sex if he'd still be waiting for labor to begin. I like to believe that I fucked him into labor. My fantasy was achieved.

Soon, Nate was fully dilated and the doctors and nurses came in. He started to push as he held my hand. I thought he'd destroy my hand, like in the movies, but Nate was surprisingly gentle and only squeezed a little. I wiped the sweat out of his eyes as he labored for his child. He pushed and heaved, screamed and yelled...

I was there for it. I got to be there for a miracle. I looked down to see the baby emerge from his womb, red and pink and gooey all over. I guess that he was cute... but the goo was just kind of, uh, gross.

"Do you want to cut the chord?" the doctor asked me.

I looked over at Nate who smiled at me and nodded. He still looked darn handsome, even through the tears and the sweat. "Go ahead."

The doctor gave me the scissor things and I cut the chord and watched the baby get taken away and cleaned.

Soon, Nate pushed the placenta out and his stomach was tiny again. I thought that I wouldn't find him attractive anymore once the pregnancy was over with, but I was wrong. I was beginning to feel something for him. After being there for the labor and the birth, and spending countless hours inside him, how could I not fall in love? What was there to NOT love?

Things quieted and I went outside to get a snack for us. I left Nate in there with the baby, giving him some personal alone time without me there. I figured a new father deserves that, right?

But as I was returning with some water for us, I saw a guy... a handsome guy. He was equally as attractive as Nate with broad muscular shoulders and a masculine air about him. He was running down the hall towards me but he didn't seem to see me. And that's when I knew.

Just as I thought, he looked at the number by the door, Nate's door, and flew in leaving the door cracked behind him.

That was the dad. The real dad. The boyfriend. The evil boyfriend. I stood by the door, listening in as he cooed over his son.

"Baby, I am sooooo, soooo, sooooooo sorry that I missed this!" Was he crying? "Oh God, I am so sorry. Will you forgive me baby? Will you forgive me?"

"I should've called..." I heard Nate say. There was a silence. A long, long silence. "Would you like to hold him?"

"Yeah," the guy answered, excited. "Yeah, I'd love to. Did you name him yet?"

"Not yet. I was thinking Ethan."

"Ethan," the boyfriend said, judging the name on the scales of thought. "I love it. Hi Ethan. Hi, I'm your daddy. You are such a handsome little fellow... aren't you? Aren't you...."

I stepped away from the door, lost. I guess you could apply the word "aching" to what I felt. I felt temporarily destroyed, as if someone had taken away something that I had just gained. But who was I, really? I had no place in that relationship... in that family. I was no one. I was just a guy who stumbled upon an attractive pregnant man, had sex a few times, and was now blowing away in the wind. The season had changed and it was my place to change with it.

Becoming a father wasn't in my list yet. I think that, if given the chance, I would've stayed with him and the baby. Life is a fickle place where people come and go. I had came and I had went and now it was time for something new.

I recounted my glorious encounters with Nate as I walked from the hospital and stepped out into the afternoon. I recalled how monstrous I became for his pregnancy and his sex. I conjured the feeling of his swollen belly beneath my fingers and my dick smashing against his cervix. I remembered my vow that I'd never have sex with a man that wasn't pregnant ever again. Pregnant or bust, right? I wanted more. I needed more. Who needs fucking "love" anyways? I'll get all the "love" I'll ever want from my next conquest, whoever that may be. The search was on.

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In my apartment, my messy apartment that smelled of Nate's sex, I found his wifebeater and his pajamas that he left. I stowed them away as treasures to remind me of how real it was. It wasn't a dream, it was reality:

I had fucked the hottest, overdue pregnant man I'd ever seen into labor. Not many men can lay claim to such a deed. And now I'm ready for Conquest #2. Who will it be, I wonder? Only time will tell.

"NEXT!"

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Chapter 4 -- Thomas

The summer had turned to autumn and I still hadn't found a pregnant man worthy of my penis. Thanksgiving came and went and I was feeling desperate. It almost felt like an addiction, like an urge that needed to be satisfied. I found that it can be really hard to score an attractive pregnant man who will put out. They're a rare breed, apparently.

Finally the day came mere days after Thanksgiving. The weather was cool and getting cooler by the minute while I was in Starbucks getting my daily mocha latte to warm my afternoon up. I was dressed in my fancy jacket and scarf looking quite handsome, might I say, standing in line. Suddenly the man in front of me turned profile and I saw the most amazing fucking thing ever: a bump.

My eyes darted up to his face to confirm my looming suspicion that he was attractive... and he was. Dark hair gelled perfectly against his head, clean shaven, white teeth, light brown eyes. I was beside myself.

I found myself suddenly reeling with possible conversation starters. Weather. Talk about the weather!!

"Kinda chilly out, huh?" I asked the dazzling man who turned and faced his magnificent belly and face toward me and nodded emphatically.

"It really is," he said with what could only be a gay lisp. Score. "I had to go buy some warmer clothes yesterday! Hard to find anything trendy with this." he nodded downward at his belly which was quite large. He looked full-term... I was hoping so.

"Totally," I agreed, trying my best to sound normal and casual. "When are you due?"

"Eight weeks and two days," he said, rubbing his pregnancy bump with a sigh. "Twins."

"Wow! How lucky!"

"I know, my husband and I are ecstatic."

Husband?! Crap...

"You have really nice hair," the pregnant man complimented, eyeing my locks. I do have nice hair, don't I? "Do you dye it that color of blonde or is that natural?"

"Natural," I answered. "I get asked that a lot, though."

The line was moving forward now and the pregnant man ordered a hot chocolate. I was wondering if I should make a pass at him or just let him go. He was married and happy, it seemed. Was I really that kind of guy to pursue a married man? But he was a perfect candidate and I was longing for some pregnant action. I had to at least ask.

The hottie grabbed his hot chocolate and waved at me as he headed for the door. Now or never, man.

"Hey, wait!" I said, running outside after him. The wind was cold and biting as usual in NYC that time of year. "Hey!" I called out again.

"Hmm?" he asked, turning around. The way his pregnant stomach stood out... was just amazing. His handsomeness was really quite distracting from my train of thought.

"I know you said you're married and all of that but how would you like if we got some pizza or something later? You know, just as friends." I hoped he would buy that.

"Umm," the man obviously wasn't expecting my offer. "But I don't even know your name."

"Oh shit! I am so sorry. My name is Will, a pleasure to meet you..."

"Thomas," he finished, reaching out to shake my hand, smiling. Smiling. This is a good sign. "And, sure, why not? As friends, though."

"As friends," I agreed.

"Does eight o'clock at Flinster's Pizzeria sound okay?"

"Absolutely, see you then Thomas."

SCORE!!

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At eight Thomas walked in dressed to the nines in some expensive looking attire. Quite strange for a date with a friend but I passed it off as expensive tastes. His husband was probably rich. Probably not as rich as me, however.

His protruding belly was barely covered by a tan sweater. Oh how I wish I could see it bare and naked.

I waved him over and he sat down in front of me.

"Hey there, have you ordered yet?"

"Huh? Oh... not yet," I stuttered.

Thomas grinned and patted his stomach. "We're starving."

As we got out pizzas and sat down to eat we began to converse about this and that. I learned that he was a personal trainer down the street and finally decided to go on paternity leave for the duration of the pregnancy. He confessed that it was a bit of a chore to work out but he was avid about not gaining too much wait, especially carrying twins.

"I'm all belly, thankfully," he laughed.

His husband was a music producer at some big name in the city and made loads of money. The problem now was that he was beyond busy finishing up projects and Thomas was home alone most of the time. Possibilities were opening up right before my eyes.

"So you're just home alone all day, bored and pregnant?" I inquired.

"Basically," he frowned sadly. Aw.

I leaned forward and lowered my voice. "So... are you saying you don't get any?"

Thomas turned red but nodded. "Nothing."

"You know, I had a friend who was absolutely horny all the time in his pregnancy. Is that normal?" I asked innocently.

"Yeah," he gave an epic nod. "Big time. You wouldn't believe how many times-- oh my God, I'm sorry. I can't believe I'm talking to you about this stuff... how embarrassing."

"No, no, it's completely fine," I said, reaching my hand across the table to find his. "You know, I may have a remedy for you."

"...oh?" Thomas's eyebrow raised and a smirk slowly spread across his face.

"If you're down for it. I mean, I don't want to interfere in your marriage, you know. But I can give you what you need. No strings or anything."

Thomas seemed oddly relieved. "I thought you'd never ask. Let's get out of here. My place."

"Your husband...?"

"Working late, it'll be fine."

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Chapter 5 – Thomas Part 2

“Getting fucked by a hot blonde guy that isn’t my husband is pretty exciting, I must admit,” said Thomas as he stripped his shirt in one fluid movement, revealing a tiny muscular torso consumed and dominated by an enormous belly. The skin was flawless and smooth with no stretchmarks in sight. His bellybutton was a cute outtie, pressurized to the surface by the children within. The “V” lines of his hips were enhanced by his pregnant belly, which curved down into his pants. His trousers hit the floor, leaving me breathless on the bed (I was, of course, already naked). He had a wonderfully sized schlong and I was beyond impressed with his physique. This guy was a modern day Greek god.

“On your back,” I demanded, scooting over upon the bed to allow him as much room as he wanted.

“That’s actually kind of an uncomfortable position… the twins—“

“I don’t care. On your back,” I demanded once more, truly not caring.

He climbed on the bed and relaxed on his back. His stomach towered in the air and Thomas was already grimacing at the weight he felt upon him. I leaned over to rub and massage his immaculate pregnancy, feeling the soft skin beneath my hands. I probed it and pushed it from side to side, clearly realizing just how heavy it was.

“Are they awake?” I asked, feeling no movement from within.

“They will be if you keep doing that.”

I played with his cute bellybutton, pushing it in and watching it pop out. I circled his soft stomach and relished the feeling. So ripe, so sexy, so vulnerable. I leaned my head in and kissed the skin, tonguing its surface. I grinned when he shivered.

“God that feels good,” he moaned.

I was aroused and needy already. I hopped off the bed quickly and grabbed Thomas by his legs, pulling him so that his muscular ass hung off the bed. I spread his strong legs and looked down upon his pregnant form, absorbing the beautiful image of the ripening man. His bellybutton was pointing up at me in the most delicious way. I lined my slick dick with his hole and slowly popped myself in, hands planted firmly on either side of his protruding stomach.

It was the day of reckoning for Thomas and his twins, I thought. Suddenly a heavy rain began to fall outside the window drowning out the city noises.

I pushed my nine inches in. The tightness was astounding, so much that every nerve in my body reeled from tender pleasure. I kid no one when I say… BEST HOLE EVER. Once I was hilted fully within him Thomas began to massage his stomach. He grimaced from what I guessed what both pleasure and pain. Honestly, I could care less if his twins were squishing his organs. I wanted my sex.

“They’re awake,” he groaned, looking across his chest at the massive dome of belly.

I replanted my hands on either side of his stomach as I surged forward inside him. Thomas’s hole squeezed my dick with a strength that caught me by surprise just as the twins squirmed inside, contorting his belly around my hands. Watching the twins in his stomach was like watching a scene out of Alien. I imagined it was my lengthy intrusion into the twins’ general vicinity that had them riled up. Hell, it was probably the truth.

“Harder,” Thomas panted, placing both of his hands on top of mine upon his stomach.

I pulled out and hilted him at the speed of sound, squeezing a moan out of Thomas’s delicious lips. Then I pulled out and hilted him once more, gradually picking up pace until I was pounding his ass at a blurring speed. I never had to sacrifice fervor with speed; they both were achieved all at once when I had an expecting man beneath me.

While Thomas wasn’t necessarily full-term like Nate, his full belly certainly was just as large and perhaps even bigger, and much more alive with movement. He removed a hand from one of mine and reached below his stomach to begin jacking himself off, biceps bulging. Goddamn!

A foot (or a knee, or something!) pressed against my right hand as I continued to fuck the man’s ass. The sudden kick fueled the pressure behind my well-oiled piston. I cranked it up a notch until Thomas was moaning with every thrust. This was the best sex ever. Ever! But one thing was bothering me…

Why was I not crushing his cervix? I deeply desired to abuse it like I did with Nate. I slowed my thrusting, pulled out, pushed in, hilted him, and then tried to go further. I pressed all my weight into the penetration using his legs as leverage.

Thomas groaned when I hit. The cervix houses the most sensitive nerve to a pregnant man. If a man’s dick can reach the cervix then the best kind of sex could be had. Thomas’s cervix was pretty far in and the only way to reach it was some deep penetration. I of course dived in.

I pulled my lengthy member out of his ass and bulldozed it back in, plowing through nine inches of succulent hole until I felt the oh-so-pleasing satisfaction of my dick meeting a tender wall. I nearly blacked out from the intensity, as did Thomas who yelped. I pulled out again and spearheaded back in. I threw my head back and groaned.

Thomas was clutching at his heavy stomach now, gasping for breath as I continued an intense series of blows against his cervix. The crashing, crushing, smashing feeling was all-consuming. I was trying my hardest not to blow my load yet. Thomas’s dick was pulsating like a mother fucker. He was coming. I continued fucking him harder to help build the pressure of his orgasm. And then it exploded. The first wad hit the ceiling, the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth coated his belly. His stomach was soaked. SOAKED.

I reached forward and began to lather his cum into the perfect skin of his bulbous abdomen. My deep penetration never stopped or slowed. He helped too and even playfully put some in his mouth, which turned me the fuck on (if I could’ve been turned on any more than I already was).

“I’m a little hungry,” he said as he rubbed his cum-stained stomach in big exaggerated circles. “You wanna help me out with that?”

This may have been the hottest guy ever. Seriously.

I pulled out and positioned myself on the bed closer to his face which was lying on a pillow. On my knees, I had my dick propped at a perfect height just in reach of his mouth. I began to wank off with my experienced right hand and massage his belly with my left. The twins were having a fit inside their sexy dad’s belly.

“I think they’re hungry, too,” I grinned.

He nodded and moaned. He was rubbing the pliant skin that housed his children.

Quite suddenly I felt the surge deep in my balls and hastily stuffed my dick into Thomas’s awaiting mouth just in time to unleash an unjustifiably large amount of semen down his throat. He moaned excitedly and began swallowing once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times. My hand massaged his bloating stomach. My balls were emptying. I had no idea my body could produce THAT much sperm. Nine, ten, eleven. As I finished I looked down at Thomas’s stomach which looked huger than ever. Did I do that?

Holy fuck. I collapsed on the bed next to my latest conquest whose name I almost couldn’t remember.

“That was amazing,” Thomas panted, rubbing his belly bulge and grinning. “But my husband will be home soon. You probably should head out.”

I sat up and leaned over his perfect, writhing belly and kissed it right on the bellybutton. I gave Thomas one last smile before hopping off the bed and pulling up my pants. Reaching for my shirt, I said, “Call me before you give birth and we’ll do this again.”

He would call. No pregnant man can resist THIS.

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Lyric, you sneaky sneaky boy!!!! You know what a fan we were of Van's masterpiece, and now we eagerly await Lyric's continuation of it :P __________________

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Yeah, yeah... laugh it up :P Anyhow, I hope part 6 is in the works, cuz clearly people on this board enjoy your kinky side of writing (myself included ;) ) __________________

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I was fucking an overdue, dilated pregnant man. I fucking rule. raises invisible wineglass Kudos to you, you sick bastard. LOL __________________ Aah! Um A-Ah, it i-isn't what it lo-looks like! Whaa!

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FUCKING AWESOME. -This- is mansex. It's like the best gay porn ever + pregnant. Even the way each sentence is like a blunt point, creates a perfect masculine air for the story. __________________

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Sorry, Lyric... Had to ping this and bring it back to the top in hopes it inspires you to continue this EPIC saga. Truly one of my favorite stories :) __________________

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Good idea, good plan, BB04. This should be right at the top. Now that it's here, I think it's time I read it again! __________________

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Thanks for the kind words guys. I actually had started the first chapter a few days ago but wasn't able to finish. I'll get back to Will's story eventually. Hopefully sooner than later :D __________________

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Topic: The Conquests of Will

The Conquests of Will