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“You look incredible.” You say, the words coming before you think. Your privates ache with need for him, and you see his member twitch. “I don't feel incredible… fuck…” he groaned, the contraction passing. “I never wanted to feel this, what this was like. Any of it.”

“Is it that bad?” You ask, and he grimaces. “mostly, yea. It's almost over, I just need it done…” he takes a moment. “I… like how you're looking at me, though. You really do like this, huh?”

You nod. You’ve liked him a long time. He's radiant. Masculine and in hard labor. He's worked so hard to make everything how he wanted,  His body is… perfect. Even if it hurts him to know he's pregnant, you've never seen anyone more sexy than this hairy, strong, powerful man you’d played games with, joked with, drank with, talked about chicks with.

You remember he's bi. Fuck. Are you bi? You want to touch his T-dick so bad it *hurts*, not because it's a clit, but because it's his laboring, birthing *cock*. And you need to suck it, reward him for being such a good boy, birthing like this with you.

You get on your knees. Move closer. His belly tightens in a contraction, he groans in pain. You see his body tense as he pushes. He's *giving birth*, right now, this man is about to feel a baby he never wanted slip out of him.

You kiss the tip of his cock.

Oh. God. It's perfect.

You moan as you part your lips, taking him inside. Fuck, he’s *so good*. It tastes so amazing, feels so soft but hard all at once. It strains in your mouth as he pushes and your tounge runs along the base, more slick, sweet birthing fluids coating it.

“FUCK!” He cries out, his legs shaky, and you feel his bump gently touch your head, another contraction over. His hand pats a shoulder, then the back of your head. “Dude, what… you said you wouldn't be weird!”

You take him deep as he groans in pleasure, then back to the very tip, where you say “nothing weird. Two friends doing what feels right.” He’s panting, quivering. "Maaan… You can't suck my dick while someone’s baby is coming out of my pussy!"

You take him deep again, running firm circles around the base as the cutest gasp comes from him. “You taste so good though… nobody needs to know. Our secret, right?” he leans back, resting more weight on you. “Nobody… needs to know… ngh… fuck… FUCK!”

He tenses. You go hard on him, feeling his T-dick strain once more as he pushed, gripping your hair tight. Gods, he’s SO strong, so amazing… he hid this for months, that must have been so hard… he needs to feel good. He deserves to feel good. You are more than happy to help.

Especially since helping feels so amazing. Your hand slides down your pants, finds your own privates. You touch yourself, pleasure surging as you feel him bearing down, the effort making his cock throb in your mouth, like the poor thing wanted to cum inside you but couldn't… that’s ok. It's perfect just how it is…

“Big push…” you manage to purr passed his member. “Big push, just like that… don't stop, don't stop…” his grunts are so deep and rough and masculine, his fingers gripping you so tight it hurts. “It's so fucking low!” He cries out, pulling you against him hard, filling your mouth with the flavor of his masculinity, blended with the slick sweetness of labor, childbirth.

His grip relaxes, he falls back, legs clearly shaky from the effort and your attentions. You cup his crotch, he opens his thighs to make room wordlessly. His pussy lips are so soft and swollen, bulging out obscenely, already a different shape than when he first exposed himself.

Your fingers graze along him. Soaking wet, slick, and straining. You let a fiber dip inside, and feel it. Slimy wet hair, coated with his arousal and birth juices. “It’s right there…” you say, the awe in your voice obvious.

“I feel it…” he replies, stroking your hair. “I feel it wants to come, that it's going to open me… this is so hard, it feels so violating… I never wanted a baby… I’m so scared… but I’m glad you’re with me…”

You kiss along his thighs, grazing his lower lips with your mouth. He shivers, before you feel the tension starting again in his legs, his groin, his back. You grab his hips, his butt, as you take him in your mouth again, pulling him into you as he grips your head with a cry of “It FUCKING HURTS SO BAD!!!”

You take him deep as he bears down, squatting slowly, opening his legs as you let one hand gently cup him. You can feel it, as his free hand finds your shoulder, putting his weight all on you. That wet, hard heat pressing into your hand. The oh-so-quiet, almost impossible to hear *shlick* of the head opening him, spreading him, wet skin on wet skin.

It drives you wild. He’s GIVING BIRTH. Your guy friend is feeling his lips spreading to let a baby emerge from his most intimate spot. It's happening right now, in front of you, you can TASTE IT in his throbbing, straining cock.

So many things race through your head. Some kind, some cruel. Some supportive and others utterly shameless. But the one you feel most is that this is perfect. This man is so painfully sexy, and you’re so glad you get to share this moment, even if it's one he never wanted to experience. Maybe even especially.

He bucks against you gently, his hips rocking for comfort as he grunts “don't want you, don't want you, get out get out get out of meeee…” you feel his burden responding, spreading him, crowning as his hips jerk.

Your friend hisses in a breath, “fucking burns so much, I can't do thissss…” You just caress the head, trace along where his vagina is opening, and murmur “you can, you're so close, it's almost over… get it out, recover, then we can go back to hanging out, ok?”

He takes an unsteady inhale, as his body relaxes. “I can… you’re right… I just have to go a bit more… it's our secret, right?” And you nod. Of course it is. You would never want to share a moment this perfect with anyone else.

A little more exploring his body. Staring in awe at the hair glistening from between his swollen lips, the head of a real baby emerging from him, before he began to tense once more.

As he once more filled the air with masculine desperation, you felt how close it was getting in a way you never expected. Inside your mouth, your friends dick began to change angle. Moving, pushing deeper, straining and shifting as the crowning head forced it to change position, everything taken over by the need to get this baby out of him, right now. His vagina only there to bring life into the world, whether he wants to or not.

His dick pulled itself out of your mouth with a pop, and you couldn't help but let out the most embarrassing, pathetic whimper of disappointment as that beautiful, perfect flavor, that exquisite hard softness, disappeared.

His T-dick was spreading at the base. His lips pulled tight. The head was at a full crown, and he was squeezing your shoulder, gripping your hair so hard it hurt. You knew it was nothing compared to what he was feeling, as his face reddened, his expression scrunched, before letting out a desperate, cracking shout, and…

The head erupted from your friends pussy in a gush of fluids. He sank into a deep, deep squat, still pushing, and as you watched, the shoulders rotated, and began to slide out.

You barely got your hands out in time to catch the emerging newborn, the remaining amniotic fluids tricking into your wrists and hands. You lifted the baby, looking for a way to clamp and cut the cord, trying to remember where the fire station was and the fastest way to get there.

You offered to let him hold it, but your friend just shook his head. “Come back quick, ok?” Was all he managed, and you nodded, listening to his request.

The placenta was gone by the time you got back. He was tenderly trying to stagger out of the room, and you immediately came and helped. Guided him to the room you’d been watching TV in, settled him in with plenty of water to deal with the lost fluids.

To your surprise, he was still completely naked. You didn't stare, but you still found your friend attractive, even with the smaller belly. You couldn't stop thinking about it, how wrong yet perfect it all had been, how unfair it was for him, but how glad you were it happened… you had so many questions, but quietly accepted it wasn't your place to ask, would likely never learn the answer to most.

For now, it was more than enough to sit next to your friend on the couch and watch your shows together, chit-chatting about nothing in particular until he fell asleep.

As you tried to rest in your bed that night, however, his deep, powerful, guttural grunts wouldn't leave your mind. His beautiful, swollen body shining with sweat. The flavor of his stunning, perfect T-dick, swollen and dripping with pregnancy and birth…