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"Come on, kid - how many times I got to tell ya? The answer is no. Dude - this is beginning to bother me -'

"I mean - I'm just sayin' Trey - she dumped you two weeks ago - you ain't been outta the house since. You gots to be horned - amiright?"

"Tyler - I'm your fucking brother - it's fucking gross -"

"Dude - a hole is a hole is a hole -"

"No it ain't! I'm not gay, bruh - don't care if you are but I ain't."

"You ain't gay if you fuck some ass - or get your dick sucked. Jackson told me you let him suck you off all the time -"

"But me and Jax are buds - buds help each other out -"

"So - we're buds, too. More than buds. Come on, stud - fuck, bruh - if you won't do it for you then fucking do it for me. I mean - jeez man ... you gonna make me beg and shit? Fuck man - I mean, do I gotta say it?"

He looked at me. Fuck if I wasn't tearing up. God DAMMIT that pissed me off but what the fuck, ya know? Why was it bad to feel this way? What the fuck was wrong with it was my question?

"Say what?" he said, turning towards me. "Say what, Tyler?"

"I mean - damn dude - fuck -"

Now I was crying.

FUCK! Why the fuck was I such a pussy?

He reached out his hand, taking mine.

"Say what, kid?"

"I mean - fuck, Trey - if you let Jackson do it then why won't you let me do it? He's just - you know - a fucking dick - and I'm ... I - "

"Say what, Ty? What is it you gotta say to me?"

Now he was standing in front of me - all sexy like he fucking is. All hard eyes and steel stares and sweat-sheened skin and god DAMN if he wasn't tenting a bit. But I couldn't tell because my eyes were all fucking blurry 'cuz I'm such a fucking pussy - just a fucking crybaby pussy -

"Say it, kid. Say what you got to say." And he used his other hand to lift my chin so I was lookin' in his eyes, not at his feet, and he was standing real close and felt all big and powerful like he always did - always - and there was this smile on his face, the first smile I seen in two weeks, and so ... I said it.

"I love you, man. Like - right here," I said, blinking the tears down my cheeks, and I took his hand and pressed it against my heart and it was racing - I felt it racing and he felt it racing and it all came out then - it all did.

"I love you, man, and I don't like to see you hurt and I want to make you feel better and I know I can - I KNOW I can - and I'm always gonna love you - like I always have loved you - and that's not gonna change no matter what happens, so why don't you let me show you how much I love you - how much I can really love you, Trey - let me -"

And then he reached up with his other hand and grabbed my neck, nice and strong like - but also gentle - and he pulls me into his body and then we're kissing like this has been happening all of our lives.

And you know what? In my dreams it has - it has been happening all my life....in my dreams.

Except dreams are only dreams but they aren't the real thing. This was the real thing.

It was the REAL thing.

"I love you too, bro," he whispered as our lips left their lock, but stayed close together - touching - like they needed to right then.

And then I pulled him back on my bed, taking him into my arms, and we loved each other - the way men do -

Greg had never been a very good student. He’d always focused more on athletics than his school work, and for most of his academic career that hadn’t been too much of a problem. Unfortunately, it meant that if he didn’t pass his senior biology class he wouldn’t be able to graduate. Thankfully, Dr. Couvade was open to giving him some extra credit, though it was a little unorthodox.

After school Dr. Couvade met Greg and gave him a half-pint of milk. “This” Dr. Couvade said “Is a special milk I’ve been researching and developing to help with fertility. I need you to drink a carton of it every day and then give me a semen sample. Oh, and other than that sample, you can’t have any sort of sex.”

Greg was reluctant to agree, but he didn’t have many options. He quickly gulped down the milk, which tasted strangely sweet and salty. Then, Dr. Couvade gave him a vial and some porn and sent him to the bathroom to jerk off. Sure, it was strange, but it wasn’t the worst way to get an A.

For the first few weeks of the study Greg didn’t really notice anything. His dick was getting a little bigger and he was producing more jizz, but it didn’t seem like that big of a change. However, as track season started he kept noticing that he was getting boners while practicing, especially when he was around the assistant coach, Coach Barr. One day, while getting his daily semen specimen for Dr. Couvade, Greg was surprised to find himself thinking of Coach Barr’s hands on his body, caressing him. He tried to get rid of the image, but quickly came.

After that, Greg couldn’t get the thought of his coach out of his head. He kept finding himself staring at Coach Barr during practice with less than pure thoughts. It wasn’t long before he managed to get Coach Barr alone in the locker room and have him fill a emptiness inside that he’d started to feel.

Over the next few days Greg noticed something was off. His belly seemed to be bloating and he felt even hornier than before. Greg was totally ignoring Dr. Couvade’s instruction, getting fucked by Coach Barr twice of three times a day. Of course, Dr. Couvade had noticed the swell in his patients belly, and was pleased. It had taken longer a little longer than expected, but it looked like he might have created the first pregnant man, and the poor kid had no idea.

Oh hey. Almost didn’t see you over this thing.

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