Jeremy is your average college kid.  He’s 19, short dark hair, thin frame with a love for women and basketball.  Who would have thought that after a one night stand with that girl from the party that he would be the one pregnant?  Of course he can’t tell anyone unless he wants to be on Oprah, which Jeremy certainly does not.  Being pregnant is not Jeremy’s idea of a chick magnet.  By working out every day and wearing loose fitting jerseys and hoodies, he has managed for the most part to keep his pregnant belly from getting too big and hid the mound under his clothes.

Saturday March 21, 2009

7:30 PM

Jeremy sits in his bed, a crisp white sheet draped over his legs and hips as he struggles to keep his cool.  For the last couple of hours his contractions have started coming rhythmically, indicating that his baby is coming tonight.  He has contemplated calling someone… anyone… but he just can’t imagine how he could let anyone see him like this.  The idea of being naked and giving birth in front of anyone he knows is appalling to him.   So he struggles quietly, waiting for the moment that his child will arrive.

9:30 PM

Sitting up abruptly, Jeremy feels a sudden sensation of wetness between his legs. 

“Shit.” He says, not angry but definitely not excited.  He swings his legs over the side of the bed, moving to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up.

Leaning against the bathroom counter, he takes relief in the cool water he splashes against his sweating face.  He never for a second thought childbirth would be easy, but until recently he never really thought he’d have to find out.  Slowly he rises, taking a towel from the rack behind him and rubbing his inner thighs dry.   He takes a look down over his bump, still barely able to make out his manhood on the other side, and watches thoughtfully as his abs tighten over the baby signaling another contraction.  Bracing against the counter, he squats slightly and breathes through the pain. 

“Thank God for YouTube” He grinds out, reminding himself of the birth videos he’s been watching over the past couple weeks.  He has thought on and off about filming this even himself, but he still hasn’t made a clear decision.  His athletic body relaxes as the contraction wears off and the teen makes his way back to bed.  Judging by the pressure in his lower back, Junior isn’t too far from meeting his father.

11:19 PM

Completely naked, the struggling teen arches his back high off the bed with an intense contraction.  The boy’s member is now at full mast in response to the baby’s head putting pressure on his prostate.  No sensation like this has ever come across his body before… so much pain, so much pleasure.  His body is slick with sweat, right down to his slightly hair legs.  Clear birth fluids mark his inner thighs as each intense struggle brings the baby closer to the world.

With a firm grip on the bedsheets, Jeremy lets out a deep groan and puts his chin to his chest.  His knees shake, his pecs and biceps tighten and he pushes again.  He can feel the ring of pressure building between his cheeks and he knows without a doubt that his little boy is crowning.

He lets his head fall back against the pillows as he catches his breath between the searing contractions.  Resting a hand on his stomach, Jeremy smiles absently up at the ceiling as he imagines holding his first born son.  Sweat drips down from his face, landing on his chest as it rises and falls with each heavy breath.  Before he’s ready, another contraction is upon him.  Curling his toes and thrusting his hips off the mattress, he gives a shrill cry as the force of the contraction brings the baby’s head out of him.   The teen props himself up onto bent elbows, brushing his erection to the side and looking down at his baby’s face, nestled between his thighs.

“Hello, little one.”  He smiles down at the new life.   “Just hang in there, we’re almost done.”  Even with the pressure of the baby still in his birth canal, Jeremy’s mood can’t be brought down.  As he watches in awe, the baby’s head rotates slowly to the side and faces his right leg in preparation for the shoulders.  With his left hand, Jeremy continues pressing his member against his thigh and with the right he supports the small head.  Opening his legs impossibly wide, he takes a deep breath and throws his head back, howling to the ceiling.  His body shakes with pain and effort as the small shoulders pass through him.  Not wanting to miss the moment, Jeremy looks back down to the baby in time to watch himself push the chest through his opening.   His stomach is now much smaller, not quite flat of course, but his view of the birth is now mostly unobstructed aside from his erection.   Using both hands he grabs hold of the baby and with a few panting breaths, lifts it out from within him and places it on his chest.

“Nicholas.”  He says, satisfied and closes his eyes for a few moments.  Leaning up, he reaches to his night stand and pulls off a towel.  He feels like the baby looks… wet and miserable.  His body is drenched in sweat from the night’s efforts and his son is still connected to him by the pulsing cord running up from between his legs.  “Eleven forty one P.M.” He makes a mental note of the baby’s time of birth and swaddles it in the cloth before cutting the cord.

11:45 PM

With the baby put to sleep after the arduous journey through his father’s body, Jeremy reluctantly stands up from the bed and goes to the phone.  Dialing the seven digits, he hears Austin’s voice on the other end.  With shaky determination, he invites the boy over to offer an explanation for his distance the past few months.  Austin quickly agrees to come over, worried about what he was going to find.   With only a few minutes, Jeremy quickly towels himself down and throws on a pair of basketball shorts, leaving himself shirtless.  He was going to come clean anyways, might as well be comfortable. 

Standing in front of the mirror, Jeremy looks at a reflection of just an average teenage basketball player.  Trim chest, defined arms, round butt, athletic legs… and a bubble stomach.  To him, the pregnancy was obvious.  He wasn’t fat.  That couldn’t be used as an excuse.  Even his round stomach was tight, although it was now just a small curve compared to even an hour ago.

Outside of the house, Austin stood on the porch poised to ring the door bell.  Taking a deep breath, he stretches out a hand and presses the button.  After what seems like an eternity, Jeremy answers the door in his shorts.  Austin pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of his friend and the obvious pooch in his midsection.  A closer look reveals a certain exhaustion in the boy’s eyes, and a sweaty matt to his hair. 

“You look like you just got off the court.” Austin says, his opener to Jeremy.

“Hardly” Jeremy retorts, feigning a laugh.  He steps back from the doorway, motioning to the other boy to come inside.  Closing the door, Jeremy struggles to move over to the couch and sit down.  Having given birth just minutes ago, walking around and sitting in a chair were not on his list of to-dos.

Leveling a look at Jeremy across the living room, Austin can’t help but ask.  “So, where have you been man?  All of a sudden you were just… gone.  You didn’t enroll this semester; you won’t answer anyone’s calls.  I can’t even get ahold of you on MySpace.  Did something happen?”

Taking a moment to prepare a response, Jeremy leans back, absently putting a hand to his stomach.  “You remember that party on the river, the one with all those girls from San Diego?  I took one of them home that night and we did our thing and, well, long story short… we had a baby.”

Clearly shocked, Austin moves closer to Jeremy “When?”

“Five minutes ago.” Was the brief reply.  “Upstairs.”

“Is… she up there? Right now?”

“No.  She doesn’t know yet.” Jeremy replied, the confusion in Austin’s eyes starting to clear.  This wasn’t a common thing, but it did happen time and again.

Austin smiles warmly, only wanting to be there for his friend.  “Can I see?”

12:00 AM

Austin stands over the crib, admiring his friend’s newborn son.  Jeremy sits on the bed, satisfied at the outcome of his honesty.  Suddenly, Jeremy realizes that he hasn’t even passed the afterbirth yet.  He was going to need some privacy, but he had to be discreet.  He decided to wait until he started cramping and then he would make his move.

Moving back down the living room, the two boys continue catching up with Austin constantly throwing in “I can’t believe you have a kid!”

12:28 AM

Listening intently as Jeremy describes the struggles of the birth, Austin awkwardly notices his friend’s midsection tighten, then release.  Not wanting to admit he was staring at another guy’s abs, especially not one who just gave birth, he ignores it.

“Not to sound gross, man, but I kinda wish I could have been there to see it.  It sounds like it was pretty awesome.”  Austin states honestly.

“I mean, the first look of his little face staring back at me was something I could never…” Jeremy’s voice trails off a bit “Ooh, Ok. “ Putting a hand to his stomach as it contracts again.  He makes a sideways face at Austin.  “Ya, I think I still have to do the whole… placenta thing?”  He says, feeling like he can be really straightforward at this point. 

Austin’s eyes get a little wide, then he nods to his friend.  As Jeremy stands up, straightening his body out, Austin sees the unmistakable impression of a small foot kicking below Jeremy’s navel.  “You didn’t tell me you were having twins.”  The boy says, “I just saw the other one kick.  But, shouldn’t you have had it by now?  I mean it’s been a while.”

Jeremy laughs at him, staring down at his stomach.  “Trust me, dude.  I’m almost empty.  There are no more people left in here.  I’m never giving birth again.”  Jeremy heads off to his bathroom, locking himself in and stripping naked.  He prepares for the next little contraction and the small pushes that will bring the placenta out and this birth to an end.