Andry wasn’t jealous. At all. How could he be? Some random guy in the bathroom found his pregnant boyfriend hot. Who wouldn’t? Most importantly, Morgan had not reciprocated this Caleb guy’s advances. If anything, this stranger’s come-on had only made Andry want Morgan even more.
Andry hadn’t been spying. After buying plenty of snacks and getting tickets, he’d gone into the theater to wait. He had seen a friend of his who was also watching the show, and asked her to watch his stuff while he went to find Morgan. Now, he had found not only Morgan, but a random stranger who seemed to be into pregnant men as much as he was. Andry had never had a threesome before, but Sean assured him it was a worthwhile experience.
Andry kept his hand on Caleb’s lower back, pushing him a few stumbling steps closer to Morgan. He could see confusion and arousal battling for dominance in his boyfriend’s cornflower blue eyes.
“I’m Caleb,” the guy said as a smile crept across his luscious lips. Andry admitted that he was gorgeous. Morgan was handsome in an Abercrombie jock sort of way, and Andry himself had been called a pretty boy on more than one occasion. He thought of Sean as sex. Raw sex. Sex on legs. But seeing Caleb, Andry realized that he needed to adjust. If Sean was sexy, then his was a handsome sexiness. Caleb here was equally sexy, though beautiful-sexy rather than handsome-sexy.
“I’m Andry,” he said softly, his lips now inches away from Caleb’s ear. “Morgan’s boyfriend.” He kept pushing Caleb closer and closer, until they bumped gently into Morgan. He lifted Caleb’s hand and placed it on Morgan’s belly. “My boyfriend here is really, really pregnant, and he’s just so full of hormones.”
Morgan gave him an excited grin behind Caleb’s head. The frat boy was clearly enjoying the thought of what was about to happen. Andry wouldn’t normally do this sort of thing. He wasn’t a prude. Not at all. Hell, he had an openly admitted fetish for pregnant men. Sharing his boyfriends had never been something Andry ever had an interest in, though. But Morgan was hornier than all get-out, and Andry was all for the occasional burst of spice. A threesome with a random guy in a bathroom was exciting and sexy, and he knew that Morgan already cared enough for him that they could enjoy this threesome without damaging their private relationship.
Caleb blinked his light brown eyes. Andry could see the wheels in his head turning, trying to process whether or not he was about to have a threesome in a movie theater bathroom. He could also see the raw lust in his eyes, and after a few seconds, Caleb’s second hand was massaging Morgan’s prominent gut.
The three of them moved as a group, slowly, as Morgan waddled, around the corner and into an empty stall. Andry sent a few glances around and determined that the only other person in the bathroom was a guy in the far stall. Oh, well, I guess he’ll either hurry and finish up or start jerking off. His choice!
Morgan was the first one into the stall, and he reached out to grab Caleb by the arm, pulling him in. Andry slipped in next and closed the door, which was no easy feat. The stall was cramped. It would have been cramped with three normal guys in it. Instead, one of them had a full term belly filled with twins. They were pressed up against each other. Andry could feel the erection straining in Caleb’s jeans, and his hand immediately went to work freeing it.
Morgan broke away from kissing Caleb long enough to say, “Our movie does start in twenty minutes.”
Caleb grinned and Andry said, “That’s all we’ll need.” Caleb’s dick sprang free from his pants, and Andry’s hand wrapped around it, stroking it, feeling the foreskin pull back and forth with each tug of his hand. The blonde sighed aloud and brought his own hand around to undo Andry’s pants. Morgan beat him to it.
Caleb gently lowered Morgan onto the toilet. Morgan sat down slowly, his arm muscles bulging as he gripped Caleb and Andry, one for each arm. Andry saw his boyfriend’s impossibly large ball sack splash into the toilet beneath him. There was no way to avoid it. They were too big to do anything but. Morgan’s cock, on the other hand, was at full attention and pushing outward underneath his belly. Andry hadn’t even noticed Caleb slip off Morgan’s sweats. He’s good.
Caleb dropped to his knees before Morgan. His hands yanked the hoodie up, exposing the swollen, hairy orb. Morgan’s belly had finally begun to show faint signs of abuse. His skin was stretched to its limits, especially since his belly had fallen, and there were several spidery lines along the sides and bottom of his stomach. His platinum fur covered most of the stretch marks throughout the earlier pregnancy, but now there was no hiding them.
Andry straddled the toilet behind his frat boy boyfriend. He lifted the hoodie the rest of the way off, hanging it over the top of the stall. He immediately went to work on Morgan’s pecs. It was impossible not to notice how soft and pliable they were, even compared to just two weeks ago when they’d first met. The muscle was still there, easy to feel and see, but a layer of fat that had formed over it was also just as visible. Andry squeezed the large, dark nipples, playing Morgan like and instrument. Every tweak elicited another moan, and soon Andry wasn’t even bothering to release the saucer-sized nipples. He grabbed them and pinched hard, tugging downward, lighting up all the nerves in his pregnant man’s chest. He bent down and began devouring Morgan’s lips with his own.
Beneath, Caleb’s hands continued their exploration of Morgan’s belly. Andry saw the honey blonde hair descend beneath the gravid gut. Seconds later, Caleb’s head bobbed up and down in a slow rhythm, and Morgan’s breath began to quicken. The buzzed blonde bit down on Andry’s lower lip, keeping their faces close enough to feel one another’s hot breath, while the long-haired blonde finally released Morgan’s thick cock from his mouth.
“Sweet fucking Christ your cock is fat,” Caleb said from beneath the belly. Andry couldn’t see him, but he knew the look of impressed amazement that was sure to be plastered across his face. Andry had worn the same expression upon first seeing Morgan’s monster.
Morgan responded, “Almost as fat as my…” he trailed off in a groan of mixed pleasure and pain as Andry clamped down on his nipples especially hard. “…As my belly.”
Caleb stood, revealing his erection in all its throbbing glory. Andry was surprised, to say the least. Caleb’s dick was curved, wildly. Andry knew from personal experience that Sean’s erections aimed for the sky, rising up flat against his body. Caleb’s was curved in a different way. It protruded straight out from his body, but the shaft was dipped. The result was that Caleb’s hard cock looked something like a long, shallow crescent. Andry couldn’t help but wonder how such an oddly shaped penis would feel inside of him. Caleb also had a hefty amount of foreskin, and even now, while the young man was so hard that he twitched, the foreskin covered the entire head of his cock.
Keeping things flowing smoothly, Andry pulled Caleb by the wrists. He tried to get him closer, but Morgan’s gut was in the way. Seamlessly, Caleb bent over and tugged his pants off completely. He then straddled Morgan’s belly, not actually sitting on it, but letting his nuts dangle on the fuzzy beach ball while his curvy cock slapped the frat boy in the face. Morgan hungrily devoured Caleb’s cock, and Andry leaned forward to finally get a taste of those pouty lips.
He could hear Morgan slurping below him, gulping and gasping for air in-between Caleb’s thrusts. Still locking mouths, Caleb whispered, “You two are definitely the most interesting couple I’ve met.” In response, Morgan reached around to grip Caleb’s exposed ass, forcing the longhaired guy deeper into his throat. Andry knew that Morgan had some expert deep-throating skills, and he smiled into Caleb’s lips as the latter started to groan.
Morgan was fondling Caleb’s balls when Andry disembarked from Caleb’s mouth. He approached the other side of the stall and squatted down. Caleb’s ass was directly before his face, clenching and unclenching like a machine as he pelvic thrust into Morgan’s face. His skin was white, but a darker, creamier color than Andry’s own, almost a lightly tanned brown. Up close now, Andry noticed the sprinkling of hair across the toned butt cheeks. It was darker than Caleb’s honey-brown locks, but not black like Andry’s body hair. And not visible from a distance. He parted Caleb’s cheeks with his hands, exposing a much thicker tangle of darker hair in his crack. The smell of sweat, mingled with just a touch of dirty ass wafted into Andry’s nostrils. Never one to shy away from a rim job, Andry loved the manly, dirty scent of an ass.
His tongue extended and lapped broadly, slowly, along the entire length of Caleb’s crack. Andry loved the feel of the ass hair swirling beneath his tongue. Caleb’s hips bucked as the boy reacted to the anal stimulation. Morgan’s hands replaced Andry’s own, prying Caleb’s ass wide open for his boyfriend’s tongue. Andry leaned forward, circling Caleb’s hole with the point of his tongue, tracing rings around the puckered opening. He loved doing this to Morgan’s man pussy, tasting the juices that flowed from it. Caleb’s ass hole didn’t produce any juices, but there was plenty of sweat and saliva for Andry to work with.
Caleb hoisted himself up just a bit higher and dropped his testicles into Morgan’s mouth. He began bobbing up and down, letting the bloated jock slather his balls in warm saliva. Andry followed him upwards, pushing his face as far into Caleb’s ass as possible. His nose grinded into the blonde’s crack, and his tongue finally forced its way into Caleb’s butt hole. He tasted the inside of Caleb’s hole, bitter and salty, and kept forcing his tongue in deeper as if trying to widen the opening. Caleb was moaning now, loudly, and Andry could hear the mystery man a few stalls down muttering to himself angrily. The stall door banged open and hurried footsteps echoed out of the bathroom.
Andry worked Caleb’s butt hole for several more minutes before Morgan let the longhaired boy’s nuts slip from his mouth. “I gotta stand, guys,” he said. “My belly is too heavy for this toilet seat. I’m about to fall in.”
Andry immediately rose and wiped Caleb’s ass sweat from his mouth with the back of his hand. Morgan braced himself and rose from the toilet, grunting with the effort. His own boner was dripping precum onto the floor and he wrapped a beefy arm around his bulbous belly. Andry stepped to the side and felt the cool metal of the stall pressed against his back through his sweater. He and Caleb were both naked from the waist down, cocks bouncing around freely. Morgan was the only one completely naked. Andry positioned Morgan in the center of the stall, leaning over the toilet. Andry was shocked, but not surprised, to see that Morgan’s belly was wider than the toilet bowl. The jock actually rested hit painfully large gut on the toilet seat, bending over and bracing his arms against the wall.
Acting in silent tandem, Caleb and Andry each moved to a side. Caleb’s hands were already groping Morgan’s ass, so Andry placed his hand over the blonde’s guiding his fingers to Morgan’s pussy. The hair was so curly and thick that Andry had to part it with his own fingers before Caleb could gain access. Slicked hair made for a more slippery birthing hole since it soaked up all the cum and amniotic fluid. Right now, though, the pussy was only excreting cum. Lots of it.
Caleb’s two longest fingers slipped inside of Morgan, and the frat boy cried aloud. “Fuck! Yes!” Caleb’s deep brown eyes were alight with excitement, and Andry didn’t think the boy could decide whether he wanted to look at Morgan’s heaving gut or furry birth hole. Andry leaned over his boyfriend’s exposed back and started kissing Caleb. Far from being turned off by the stench of his own ass on Andry’s breath, Caleb seemed to revel in the sensuality of it, and leaned in closer, grappling with Andry’s tongue. Beneath them, Morgan huffed and puffed as Caleb’s fingers drilled into him.
“Guys…my cock…jeeeerrrk…my cock…” Morgan pleaded.
Andry broke away from Caleb and bent over, reaching underneath the massive womb to grip Morgan’s dick. He could never hope to encircle the thing with only one hand, but he got enough of a grip to start stroking his baby-filled man.
Behind, he saw Caleb extend his thumb. Morgan’s entire crack was coated with precum from his pussy, so it was no trouble at all for Caleb to push the thumb into Morgan’s anus. Morgan’s head jerked up, surprised at the intrusion, but his hips immediately began pushing back, wanting more. Now hooked into Morgan through both holes, Caleb’s fingers worked their respective holes like crazy. He twisted, turned, plunged, and tugged, pulling Morgan’s birth hole and butt hole in every direction. With his free hand, Caleb was rubbing Morgan’s belly, moving in slow circles as if inspecting a piece of livestock. Andry had to admit, with all the fur, and with the distended, ripe gut hanging so low while bent over, Morgan actually did remind him of a big pregnant cow.
Andry could hear his pregnant cow’s moans escalating, so he kept right on milking. Morgan’s cock was beginning to tremble, and Andry could feel his head starting to mushroom in preparation for shooting his load.
“I’m…I wanna…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck!” Morgan’s breath came in bursts and moments later he was smashing backwards. He straightened up slightly and Caleb adjusted to keep his hand buried in the two pulsing holes. Morgan’s pussy juice was now dripping onto the floor and Andry stepped around to stand before the fat jock, gripping his dick with both hands.
“Unghhh!” Morgan bellowed as his penis finally began to release its waiting load. Hot cum fired into the air, only going a few inches before striking the hairy underbelly and then oozing down all over Andry’s hands.
Both Caleb and Andry slowly stepped back, marveling at the cum-covered pregnant athlete. Morgan’s chest and stomach heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath. “So…what’re…we gonna…do…about you…two…?”
Caleb and Andry both regarded their erections, harder than ever. Andry smirked a bit. He glanced at his cell phone on the floor. “We’ve got ten minutes. How risky are you boys willing to be?”
Caleb regarded him with a raised eyebrow and a smile. Morgan shrugged his agreement. Andry opened the stall door a crack, forcing Caleb backward into the wall. The bathroom was still empty. Every theater had its own bathroom, and since the film was so close to starting, most people had already taken their seats. With any luck, the bathroom would remain empty. He led the two boys back around to the row of sinks. Morgan and Caleb both waddled after him, the former because of his huge stomach and the latter because of the bunched-up pants around his ankles.
“So what do you have in mind?” Caleb asked him wryly. One hand unconsciously stroked his curved dick, and Andry eyed it speculatively. Yeah, it would work perfectly for his plan.
“You feel up for another round, babe?” he asked Morgan. The jock’s cock was already hard again and he grinned at him, nodding vigorously. “Good. Come over to the counter here.” Morgan did as commanded and Andry bent him over the sink. Public bathrooms had annoyingly shallow sinks. Water always splashed out and made a mess. However, the sinks were very wide, and Andry was pleased to find that Morgan’s belly rested comfortably in the sink. The hairy blonde ass was fully exposed again, and Andry caught Caleb’s gaze as understanding slowly dawned on him.
“Do you have a preference?”
Caleb just stared, completely shocked. Andry figured that he’d never even dreamed of this when he’d flirted with Morgan only minutes ago. “Uh…well, you’re shorter, so how about you go on top?”
Andry nodded in agreement and approached Morgan’s bare ass. He stepped right up, bending over to kiss the back of Morgan’s neck. One heartbeat later, his nine-incher was sliding into Morgan’s pussy. Already soaking wet, Morgan’s birth hole was receptive and warm, and Andry threw his head back, savoring the sensation. A second later, he felt Caleb at his back. The boy’s hands gripped Andry’s ass, lifting it a bit. Andry spread his legs wide and planted his hands on the counter. Thankful that he was so light, Andry lifted himself off the ground, kneeling on the counter, keeping his dick buried inside the pussy all the while. Caleb remained standing, and shoved his curvy cock into Morgan’s butt hole in the blink of an eye. Andry had guessed correctly. Caleb’s erection was so radically curved, that even with some of his access blocked by Andry, Caleb was able to fit a good amount of penis inside Morgan’s anus. He wouldn’t be able to hilt himself, but a good three-fourths of his cock was inside.
Morgan was moaning underneath him. “You alright, babe?”
“Oh, hell yes!” Morgan’s hands were gripping his fat belly, preventing it from being squashed beneath his weight. “Just start thrusting!”
Andry wondered at the odd synchronism he seemed to exhibit with Caleb. Both boys started thrusting at the exact same moment. This prevented either of them from getting as far into Morgan’s slippery orifices as they’d like. After a few awkward thrusts, they developed a rhythm. Andry plunged down into the birth hole, and when he pulled out, Caleb leaned in and fucked the butt hole. They moved back and forth together, working both of Morgan’s holes like a well-oiled machine.
Andry was captivated by the image in the mirror. He squatted above Morgan’s ass, pumping down into it. He could see Caleb behind him, both hands on Morgan’s wide hips. On his back, he felt Caleb’s clothed torso bump into his lower back and ass each time the blonde pushed in. Morgan’s face peered into the mirror and captured Andry’s gaze. They exchanged a wild grin.
“I can’t…fuckin’…believe this…” Caleb panted from behind. “This ass…amazing…” Andry smiled. He could see the intense satisfaction written all over Morgan’s face. His boyfriend had two sensitive holes, and now they were both finally being satisfied. This entire idea had been because he wanted to give Morgan pleasure. The buzzed blonde head was rolling in circles, delirious with enjoyment. Looks like I’ve succeeded, he thought.
The sides of Morgan’s gut were easily visible beneath him, poking out on either side of his torso. Andry clearly saw tiny fists and feet hammering away at Morgan’s inner womb, registering their excitement at all the commotion. With Andry and Caleb each pounding into Morgan’s ass at different angles, the twins were being sloshed around inside their home as if riding a rollercoaster. Andry knew that the swollen belly, so over-ripened and full of life, actually was causing Morgan a fair amount of discomfort at this point in the pregnancy. He also knew that the waves of sex hormones and the raw pleasure all the exposed belly nerves gave him far outweighed the discomfort.
He felt his balls begin to pull closer to his body and knew that he needed to bust a nut soon. “You getting…close…back…there…?” He asked Caleb in-between thrusts. He could feel sweat plastering his shirt to his back and wished he’d taken the time to strip completely.
“Unngghhh…just…gimmie a…few minutes, yeah,” Caleb grunted. Andry bit his lip. He wanted to blast both of Morgan’s holes full of cum at the same time. He was already close, but Caleb seemed to be one of those guys who took his time with an ass. As if he’d been reading Andry’s mind, Caleb panted, “Just…can’t…get in…all the way…” Ah. Well, that was a legitimate problem, at least.
Still, Morgan had just shot his load, which meant his asshole was especially tight and cramped. Even if Caleb couldn’t get his whole cock inside, the majority was sheathed in the tight, hairy hole, and eventually, Andry could feel Caleb slamming up against his back with more and more force. Andry imagined the curved dick snaking in and out of Morgan’s hole, foreskin pulling back and forth. Caleb’s breathing was quickening behind him, and he felt the hot, hurried breath on his exposed ass.
“Let me…return…the favor…” Andry was pleasantly surprised when he felt Caleb’s tongue lapping at his asshole. Squatting on the sink counter, Andry’s butt was positioned just slightly below Caleb’s face, and the longhaired blonde could bend over while still thrusting. His tongue was warm and wet, and it slithered into Andry’s hole forcefully, as if Caleb were trying to spear him. Caleb’s breath was coming rapidly now, like a panting dog, hot and moist all over Andry’s ass crack.
Morgan’s back was slicked with sweat, rivulets rolling down between the sculpted shoulder blades and back muscles. Andry could see the fluffy cloud of hair at the lowest point of Morgan’s back matted down with sweat. Caleb’s tongue screwed deeper than Andry would’ve thought possible, opening up his anus the way only a finger or cock normally could. Unable to hold back, Andry smashed downward.
He heard Morgan let out a grunt beneath him, and realized that he was probably squashing the frat boy. He couldn’t stop, though, and he dug deeper and deeper. A wave started down in his nuts, growing outward, a tsunami of hormones and pulsing nerves that overtook his whole body. Every muscle twitched and his cock released its ammunition, blasting a bucket of cum straight down into Morgan’s pussy. Caleb’s moaning was loud enough to draw attention, but Andry couldn’t tell him to stop because the boy was obviously shooting his load, too. There were things one didn’t do. Interrupting a man while he busted a nut was one of them.
Morgan was banging his head against the sink, biting his lower lip, and grunting like an animal in heat. All the stimulation was causing another orgasm, and Andry could feel the jock’s pussy clamping around his cock even as it spurted its last few bursts. Not wanting to deny his boyfriend, Andry stayed put, letting his still-hard boner fill Morgan’s birth hole. Caleb finally slowed his wild thrusting and quieted down, but Andry could still see him riding Morgan’s butt hole in the mirror.
When Morgan at last released his kung-fu grip on his belly, Andry pulled out. His cock was still big, but not hard, and it slapped against his thighs as he jumped down off the counter. Morgan straightened up and immediately put both hands on his lower back to rub away the ache. Andry kissed him.
“When we get home tonight it’s gonna be one long massage for you, babe.”
Morgan groaned in anticipation. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”
Caleb was watching them with a smile. His cock was already beginning to soften and shrink, and Andry watched in awe as the foreskin seemed to grow more voluminous as the actual dick grew smaller.
“You two make a good couple,” he said matter-of-factly. “I uh…well, thanks a lot for letting me in on this…whatever it was.”
Morgan grinned and Andry nodded, saying, “Thanks for joining us.” They all laughed and Andry grabbed several paper towels, passing them out so the boys could wipe off. The movie had just started, but with previews he judged they still had time. Morgan looked around with an undecided look on his face. “You okay?”
“Yeah, fine,” said the frat boy. “I just have two really big loads of cum inside me and unless I get it out, it’s just gonna leak out of me all through the movie…” Andry loved how Morgan’s everyman, jock-ish way of speaking made even the sexiest statements sound so practical. “I just really don’t want to sit all the way down on that toilet again…”
Caleb laughed and pointed. “Hey, you pissing in the sink is what started all of this. You may as well finish it.”
Morgan shrugged, and to Andry’s surprise, backed up to the counter. His thick arms hoisted him a few inches until he was sitting just on the edge of the sink. His face screwed into a grimace and minutes later, several loud farts were ripping through the silent bathroom. Caleb and Andry exchanged grins. Both boys had bottomed plenty of times before to know about the messy aftermath. Andry patted Morgan’s knee and headed back to the stall to grab their discarded clothes.
Caleb tossed away the damp paper towels and retrieved his undies and pants. Both boys shimmied into their jeans and went back to Morgan. The frat boy was holding his belly, his face still comically yet sexily contorted. The sink behind his butt was filled with cum, and Andry could see more still being expelled. Every few seconds Morgan grunted or farted and a new puddle of cum burst forth. Andry couldn’t be completely certain, but he was pretty sure that Caleb had cum at least twice as much as he. The boy really likes his preggos!
“Well,” Caleb said awkwardly, “I guess I should head off. My movie already started and my friends are probably wondering where I am…”
Andry nodded and extended a handshake. “It was nice…meeting you…Caleb.”
“Likewise,” he said as he shook Morgan’s hand. “Good luck with the birth, Morgan.”
He left the bathroom and Morgan stood, taking toilet paper from Andry’s waiting hand to clean up with. Andry helped his boyfriend into the sweat pants and hoodie, and the two walked out of the bathroom together without saying a word. When they were about to enter the theater, Andry noticed Morgan looking at him. He returned the glance and both boys broke into a fit of laughter.
I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally hope you're not planning on abandoning this story. While the last chapter seemed a little out of character for both of them, I was thinking that future iterations might clear some of that up. It's absolutely an amazing story, and if you stop posting, I think I might have to too