“This is ABSOLUTELY prohibited!” declared Ms. “THAT’S MY BABY IN THERE!” they heard from the entrance, in a rich deep Where an apparent confrontation was brewing. “Shut up!” said Jamie, turning to look over to the Home’s formal entrance, Of the Home, he was famously also a Stag Buck, a bro who had put a baby inĪnother guy and taken one in his belly too. An amateur bodybuilder withīeautifully swollen muscles and a snub nosed boyish face, he had nearĬonstant puppy-level energy that could only get him trouble. “Anytime, anyplace,” sighed Chad, shamelessly. “How about you get my dick for dessert? I’m overdue on my nut,” said Stu, Other half for dessert but you got to it first, bro.” He held up a fistĪnd Joey reached out to bump their knuckles together. That’s mostly a foodĬhad let out a long, loud, rumbling burp, laughed and said, “I’d eat the “Fuck you,” laughed Joey, “You aren’t that far along. It was round as a beachīall and covered with tightly curled black hair rolling up to and over his Proudly thrusting forward his taut, high belly.
“I’m about 5 minutes from being free to have a beer,” volunteered Chad, This story is dedicated to aka as fine a bro as you will ever meet. Trust me when I say you need to read this immediately.Īll the cool kids like are writing male pregnancy stories, so I’m throwing in my iud chips too. “Then whoever scores the last touchdown can climb mount Abe and take this near-virgin ass,” answered Abe, thumbing over his shoulder to his ass that was as round and firm as a 5 month pregnancy. “Ain’t gonna’ happen, Bro,” laughed Abe, spreading his muscled arms wide to show off his sheer size.
“Fuuuck,” laughed Joey, shifting in his seat as his back automatically arched at the thought of Abe fucking him. I win, I fuck whichever of your knocked up asses I want.” “Me against three of you, not counting the center. “What if we made it more interesting?” asked Abe. "One dude is center, hikes the ball for both sides. He longed to tackle one of these bros, especially big Joey or Stu whose scent was giving Abe a raging boner, and keeping his hole damp. “How do you play with just five?” asked Abe, intrigued. “One or two hand, but you have to touch the bump to count as a tackle.” “Yeah,” added Joey, patting his swollen belly. “Pregball,” said Stu, laughing at his own naming. He’d spent the day settling into the Venable Home, in his boisterous way disturbing every well established dynamic and hierarchy.
“Dude, we can play football?” asked Abe, as the boys assembled in the back yard at dusk. The Rut is dedicated to aka our own Stag Buck bro.Įxcerpt from THE RUT, PART 2 by Boy Mercury X This continues my mpreg series, The Rut, in response to a request for “more campy stuff”. This is hands down my favorite thing of 2017. The rest of The Rut Chapter 3 is at Nifty : “Those assholes are gonna’ get lost,” said Chad, and Jaime concurred. The new boys ran on ahead, eager to beat experienced hands. Their erections at the sight of each other’s asses and cocks creating more
He asked the Rut please to do this,Īs if it were a sentient being with a will of its own.Īs they neared the quarry the rock structures became narrow halls that theīoys navigated carefully, their swollen bellies making for hard going, and He silently wished the Rut would let Chad put a baby in him,Īfter he delivered the one he carried. Jaime watched Chad, as the muscles in his legs and shoulders worked toĬarry him up. Were mesmerized by Stu, and the others only a little less so. As they continued on, the new boys Dean and Forrest Waist down, leaving the jocks and briefs around the stick, which Jaimeĭubbed Hanging Jock. Stag Buck dick hanging free, he hung his jock strap from the stick.Įven Joey had to admire his ingenuity.
Running shorts down, and then the white jock strap beneath. As the boys looked around and even in the He took a long stick and jammed it to stand in a small crevice, making a Only Dean ran ahead of the pack, less pregnant and It, but their bloated bellies made it more of a haul than they would have The boys made their hike at mid-day, in the July heat. Thank you to for the art.ĮXCERPT FROM THE RUT, CHAPTER 3: PICNIC AT HANGING JOCK The Rut is dedicated to aka our own Stag Buck bro.