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Caution/Welcome: This is an intergenerational tale involving the love and
sexual relationship between a man, his young boy-wife, and their infant
son. In the first part of this story Billy, a sixyear-old boy, was
impregnated by Bobby, a husky forty-year-old truck driver.
In the course of their relationship, young Billy helped a new friend,
eight-year-old Aaron, find a boylover and obtain the special anal
suppositories needed so he too could have a baby. Thinking the
suppositories were anal drugs, Aaron's sixteen-year-old stepbrother and his
eighteen-year-old friend took two, with results they could never have
imagined. Part 8 picks up four months later as the three boys approach the
end of their terms. This story is for posting at free adult gay story
sites only and may not be copied electronically nor in print form for
redistribution or posting at unauthorized sites. Comments and story
suggestions are always welcome and can be forwarded to the author J.O.
Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
Making a Baby - 08
"Hey, dude," greeted Calvin as he met Jimmy in the lockers.
"Hey, yourself, babe," grinned sixteen-year-old Jimmy. Opening his
locker and drawing his best buddy close under cover of the open door, Jimmy
gave him a quick kiss.
"Mmm, what say we skip classes next period and find some place private,"
Calvin suggested. The tall, lanky grade twelve student spent more time in
the mall, at the arcade and on the streets than he did in school.
"Love to babe, but got gym class. Coach Myers will have my ass if he
catches me skipping."
The horny eighteen-year-old grinned. Jimmy had gotten into the habit of
calling him babe lately, and secretly, he enjoyed the term of endearment.
"He'll have to fight me for it first."
"Think you and he have different things in mind for it."
"Good thing for him too," said Calvin, "because I'm not sharing your ass
for the reason I want it with nobody. What about period after next?"
"Got English. Should be no problem. What about you?"
"Hey, don't matter what class I skip out of," he said with a wide grin
as he shrugged.
"Meet ya here?"
"Sure. Think you can get away without showering?"
"We're gonna be doing volleyball. I'm going to be skunky."
"I love the way you smell when you're hot and sweaty."
"Myers is strict on cleanliness, but for you babe, I'll try to skip the
showers without him noticing."
For the next sixty minutes Calvin couldn't think of anything else except
meeting up with Jimmy the next period. He didn't hear a word that the
teacher was saying, not that he ever paid much attention anyway. He had
failed so many times he knew he was never going to graduate. The only
reason he was even in school was to be with Jimmy. When he'd enrolled back
in September, he had figured he'd just put in some time until he found a
job. That was before he and Jimmy had taken those suppositories of his kid
brother's, and before they'd discovered their feelings for each other. Now
he did what little homework and studying he had to in order to stop from
being kicked out, and attended only so he could be near Jimmy.
He couldn't see enough of the sixteen-year-old football player, and it
had nothing to do with the drug they'd initially slipped up their butts.
After they'd run out, they hadn't been able to find the strange dude that
had sold them the stuff, and they didn't know how to approach Jimmy's
stepbrother about it. Despite the cost, they needed another supply, not
because it was addictive, but because fucking each other was, and they
needed the suppositories as an excuse for continuing to do it. Unable to
get any, at first they pretended it was the residual effect of the last
suppository, and as the days passed into weeks, and weeks into months, they
just kept doing it. Neither talked about it, though both knew they could
no longer claim to be under the influence of an aphrodisiac. Not talking
bothered Calvin sometimes, but no way was he going to speak up and maybe
spoil one of the best things that had happened to him.
Two other things had changed over the months. At first he'd
rationalized having sex with a guy as the result of being a red-blooded,
horny teenager. The only sex he'd had up until then had been the
occasional time some broad had gotten spun out on drugs, and it really
hadn't been that enjoyable. To be truthful, he had better experiences with
his hand. Having sex almost on a daily basis had been awesome, and having
great sex was unbelievable, so over the past four months he'd gradually
gotten over any guilt feelings about having sex with another guy. Another
change, and just as big a surprise, was that once he and Jimmy had begun
messing around, he hadn't done any drugs. He simply had no desire to get
high. His life used to be pretty meaningless. Now he had Jimmy. He was
hooked on the hunky sixteen-year-old instead of drugs, and he would not
trade that for the purest dope in the world.
Jimmy's mind wasn't on his lesson either, but unfortunately, being in
the middle of the gymnasium playing basketball, he couldn't hide the fact
his attention was elsewhere like Calvin could.
"Fields, where is your mind today?"
"Sorry, coach. I don't know," Jimmy lied.
"Well you had better find it, pronto. You're playing like a little old
lady."
His buddies all snickered, and he had to admit, he was playing poorly.
How could he concentrate when all he could think about was Calvin? When he
woke up in the morning, he had a wood and wished that Calvin was there to
satisfy it. They used to meet before school for a quickie in the fall, but
it was January now, and in the middle of winter it was not that easy for
two teens to find a place where they could be alone to drop their pants and
have some fun. During the day they met each other between breaks, and
usually were able to find some place in the school where they could at
least do some hot necking if not fuck. Fortunately after school they were
able to go to his home or Calvin's for an hour of screwing, and if not,
they could usually meet up at one or the other's later in the evening.
"You been watching your diet like I told you?"
"Yeah coach, I've been following it just like you said."
"You've still got a stomach on you."
"I've been watching, honest."
"After school you'd better come in and we'll do some extra sit-ups. We
got to get that gut off you. You're waddling like you're nine months
pregnant."
"Ah, after school ."
"You do want to stay on the football team?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Then after school."
"Yes sir."
After the class he quickly put on his clothes and slipped out of the
lockers before the coach saw him. The coach was very particular about
personal hygiene, and so was he under any other circumstances, but like
Calvin, he found hot, sweaty sex a particular turn on. Calvin was waiting
at the lockers.
"Mmmm," he sighed as he inhaled deeply. "We gotta find a place quick
before you cool off."
"I have a feeling you'll get me hot again if I do, babe."
"Oh, you got that right," Calvin replied with a wide grin.
They waited until the next class had started and then slipped into the
gym locker room. There was a risk of getting caught there, but it was
minimal. The only reason someone from the class would return to the
lockers would be if they got hurt, and there was no reason for any other
student to come into the change room. They could have at least half an
hour of uninterrupted loving and still have plenty of spare time.
The two boys quickly embraced and began to kiss, and in the hot, stuffy
air of the locker room, both were soon sweating. Quickly and eagerly
removing their clothes, they kissed a few more times and then Calvin
watched eagerly as Jimmy took the jar of Vaseline he kept in his gym locker
and coated his stiff cock. The eighteen-year-old then turned and held onto
the lockers while Jimmy stepped up behind him. The two boys grunted and
inhaled deeply as Calvin strained to open his asshole and Jimmy strained to
enter it. They were hot, eager, and accustomed to these midday quickies
after four months of lovemaking, so it was not that difficult for Jimmy to
wedge the greased knob of his cock in Calvin's hole.
Calvin groaned as he felt his buddy ease up his chute. No matter how
often they did it, that awesome feeling of initial penetration always blew
his mind. He gripped the top of the locker tightly as Jimmy grasped his
hips and began to pump his body. Feeling Jimmy's hot, hard cock sliding in
and out of his rectum, and feeling his hot, moist breath panting against
his neck, Calvin was in ecstasy. He inhaled the hot musky aroma of the
high school locker room deeply as he closed his eyes. It was going to be
difficult not to shoot his load all over the locker Jimmy was banging him
against.
Jimmy was feeling just as hot as he banged his body against Calvin's
with the lust of a healthy, horny teenage boy. He found having sex with
the eighteen-year-old senior student hot at any time, but doing it there in
the lockers was one of his favourite and hottest places. He loved the
smell of sweat and the musky manliness of a locker room, the steamy air
filled with teen aromas and permeated with the smell of jock straps and
underwear.
Slipping his hands around Calvin to steady himself as he increased his
tempo, he could not help being reminded that his buddy had developed quite
a gut. It was particularly noticeable in that the five-foot-eleven
teenager otherwise had a boney chest and skinny arms and legs. He knew
that Calvin had quit drugs almost four months ago. He had been quite proud
that he had been able to quit cold turkey and justifiably so. Jimmy
wondered if maybe Calvin had turned to alcohol instead.
Of course there could be other reasons, and he had no room to talk. He
had gotten quite a gut himself, and he certainly was not drinking beer or
any other type of alcohol. It had just gradually happened. When they had
first begun fucking he'd been able to press his body flat against Calvin
when they did it front to back, and Calvin had commented how he enjoyed
feeling his hairy chest pressing against his back. Now when he sank his
cock up Calvin's asshole, his belly bumped up against his butt and he had
to bend over for their upper torsos to meet. He was developing a
middle-age spread at sixteen.
There was nothing middle-aged about their sex. He furiously pumped his
hips to and fro with the energy of an athlete, and with the lust of a
teenager. His cock, just under seven inches, was rock hard and his nuts,
huge and pendant, were always full. Sex was great, whether it was long and
tender in his bed or Calvin's, or quick and dirty like now. It was not
long before he was shooting his cum up Calvin's butt. He grunted and
sighed with the pleasure, and froze as he revelled with the awesome feeling
of ejaculation. As he withdrew, he closed his eyes and swore there could
be no better feeling on earth.
His cock still stiff and with the last drop of his cum still clinging to
the tip, Jimmy stepped up to the lockers and spread his legs while Calvin
quickly greased up his stiff cock. Like Jimmy, Calvin effortlessly wedged
his cockhead in his buddy's hole and began to ease his cock up his rectum.
Like Calvin, the sixteen-year-old sighed with pleasure as he felt his
buddy's hot, hard cock penetrate him. For four months now they had been
going at it, each time being like it was the last time they would ever have
sex, and the pleasure of the last time being just as powerful as the first
time. It was totally awesome. The two horny high school students could
not get enough of each other. Even more awesome was that it was just as
fantastic being fucked as it was doing the fucking. Calvin was hot, and it
was not long before he was shooting his load up Jimmy's hot hole.
The two boys had a quick shower when they were done, and even though
they'd both just shot off a load, they were both sporting erections. If
they'd had time, they would have done each other in the school showers
also, but they had to get out of the lockers before the class in the gym
was dismissed. It wasn't until they were in the hall and well away from
the lockers that Jimmy broke the news to his beloved that they would not be
able to get together after school.
Jimmy's kid stepbrother, Aaron, was not so unfortunate. After classes
he went down to the computer room for the computer club meeting. He had
joined because he liked computers, but also because it gave him something
to do after school until John was finished work. They had finished
building the apartments where he and Billy had first seen him, and was now
working on a different project in town. Each time he passed by those
apartments, Aaron could not help but think of the hot fucking sessions he'd
had with John in the unfinished rooms.
Now with winter they couldn't usually use a construction site for sex.
It really didn't matter to Aaron, and John had said it didn't matter to him
either. After the frenzy of fucking continuously for the first four weeks
while he'd been using the suppositories to get pregnant, he didn't mind
that they didn't have sex every single time they met. Just being with
John, talking about his day, and hearing John talk about his made him
happy. He did not need to screw. Of course if they could, the day was that
much better. Initially he'd done it so he could have a baby like Billy,
but the pleasures it gave him, and the pleasure he knew he was giving John,
were two other great reasons to want to keep having sex. That was so
plain, he could not see why there was the dumb rule that kids and adults
couldn't screw if they wanted to.
As he waited outside the school, the nine-year-old thought about that
and imagined how he'd change things if he ever became president. He'd
change a lot of things. Already thinking happy thoughts, the young boy
beamed when he saw the red Impala 2000 coming up the street. Tossing his
backpack in the back, he jumped in the front and gave his lover a big kiss.
"You know, we have to be careful doing that," John warned.
"I know," Aaron said with a grin, tossing his long, golden-brown hair
back. He had let it grow past his shoulders because John had said he liked
it long, and now four months later it extended half way down his shoulder
blades. "But we don't gotta worry on days like this. It's too darn cold
out for anyone to be hanging around outside to see."
"So, where to?"
"Can we go somewhere for a snack?"
"I swear, you've been eating more than a teenager lately. Are you sure
you didn't go from eight to sixteen while I wasn't looking?"
"Well, do I have to eat for two," Aaron giggled happily, his blue-green
eyes sparkling with the thought.
John smiled. The four-foot-two grade four student had been gaining
weight, twenty-one pounds over the past four months, and half of that just
these past four weeks. He was now at seventy-six pounds, and all of it was
stomach.
Despite that, the thirty-year-old construction worker still did not
believe that the boy was pregnant, and that he was carrying their child.
Even though he certainly looked like he was and behaved as if he was, that
was simply impossible. John had heard of women who really wanted to become
pregnant but couldn't having false pregnancies in which they had all the
symptoms of being pregnant, including a swollen stomach. He'd never heard
of a nine-year-old boy having a false pregnancy, but young Aaron certainly
had all the symptoms, and it was the only logical explanation.
"Kentucky Fry?" John asked, knowing that was Aaron's favourite fast
food.
"Way cool."
The place was busy for being midweek. There were several families with
noisy, fussing preschool age children, three boisterous groups of teens,
and three elderly couples. As they sat there at a table for two, John had
to smile at the way the boy devoured his meal. The woman had looked more
than a bit surprised when he had said they wanted a nine-piece meal with
two side orders of fries, and they were going to eat it there. Then she'd
looked closer at the bearded, twohundred-and-ten pound construction worker
and the boy who was obviously the man's son from the size of his tummy, and
decided perhaps it was not all that unusual. Now as the boy chomped down
on the last piece of chicken, John wondered if they'd ordered enough.
Aaron slipped his index finger in his mouth and sucked on it and John felt
an ache between his legs as he watched. God, the boy looked so sexy
sitting there with his big, pensive blue-green eyes, long eyelashes and
long gorgeous golden-brown hair and sucking on his finger. He was wearing
the black polo shirt with the Star Wars emblem on the left breast he'd
bought for him for his ninth birthday the end of November. John felt his
cock begin swelling in his jeans as he watched the finger slid out of the
boy's puckered lips.
"What?" the boy asked innocently as he looked across the table at his
lover.
"You are so hot-looking," John whispered as he leaned over.
Aaron blushed and flashed him a smile, a wide-mouthed, toothy smile as
only a nine-yearold boy can smile. John's cock became fully erect. The
boy raised his index and middle fingers and crossing them, he stuck out his
tongue and slowly and seductively began licking them as he looked across
the plastic table top at John with his big, innocent blue-green eyes.
John's cock began to ache.
"Tease," he said huskily.
Aaron slowly put his fingers in his mouth and sucked on them, continuing
to look at his lover. John shifted his weight in the small plastic bench
and Aaron giggled.
"You hard?" he asked in a whisper, placing his elbows on the table as he
half sat on the bench and leaned across the table
"You know I am."
"Let's fuck."
"Wish we had some place where we could."
"Com'on," Aaron said impulsively, taking the big man by the hand and
getting to his feet.
Four months ago John would have pulled his hand away and looked around
in fear, but by now he was accustomed to Aaron's impulsive action, and he
delighted in holding the young boy's hand. Nobody found it suggestive when
a man held a four-year-old's hand, so screw them if they had a problem with
a thirty-year-old man holding a nine-year-old's. It was not a crime or a
sin for a man and boy to hold hands at least. Aaron lead him to the
washroom. It was small: one urinal, one cubicle and one sink.
"Ah, this is dangerous," he cautioned as Aaron stepped into the cubicle
and drew him in behind him.
"I'll try not to moan too loudly," Aaron said with an impish grin as he
reached over and drew down John's fly.
The man could not resist. He was hard and horny and the boy was so hot.
He knew they were taking a major chance, but he had to have the boy.
Besides, being daring and carefree was part of the nine-year-old's charm
and a major reason he enjoyed being with the boy. John dropped his pants
and pushed down his boxers. "Damn," he whispered. "We don't have any
lube."
"I didn't lick my other hand," Aaron said with a smile.
He hadn't, and his fingers were glistening from the fried chicken,
almost as if he'd gotten them extra greasy on purpose. Loosely grasping
John's aching cock by the base with his left hand, the boy drew his hand
up, and then twisted John's fat knob in his palm, wiping the grease on his
hand on John's spongy glans. He wiped the back of his hand on John's
shaft. Then he turned and John quickly undid the boy's cargo pants and let
them drop to the floor.
"You're not wearing any underwear," John observed.
"Can't," the boy responded. "They're all too tight."
As it was, his polo shirt was riding up the top half of his stomach, and
without his baggy cargo pants, John could see how distended the boy's belly
really was. Bobby had told him this would happen, and he could see now why
Bobby would have been concerned when he had seen Billy in this condition.
He would have had the same conclusion as Bobby that he had to have somehow
hurt the boy fucking him for the past four months.
So he had been warned this would happen, and it had. He still could not
accept that the boy was pregnant. Even though the logical side of his
brain was telling him the boy was exhibiting all the symptoms, it was also
telling him it was impossible. The illogical side of the big construction
worker's brain, the side responsible for dreams and longings, could not
help but wonder if the boy really was carrying their child, and hope that
it was true.
John was already hot, and that idea made his groin ache even more. That
would be such a wonderful miracle. As Aaron reached up, John took him by
the hips and raised him a foot and a half off the floor. Even with his
extra weight, that was not difficult for the muscular construction worker.
Positioning the boy on the tip of his greased knob, he slowly began to
lower his body as the boy held onto the top of the cubicle. After four
months of fucking, neither John nor Aaron needed that much lubrication.
The boy's asshole was still tight, but it readily and instinctively
stretched open upon feeling John's knob pressing against it. With gravity,
their horniness, and their familiarity with each other, John easily lowered
his young friend on his upright prod. The two of them sighed with pleasure
as the hot, moist depths of the boy surrounded the thick, hard cock jutting
up above the hefty worker's hairy balls.
Holding the boy by his hips with his feet dangling a foot off the floor,
and pressing his body against the cubicle wall while the youngster held
himself up by grasping the top of the partition, John began to work his
hips to and fro. The boy's hot, moist hole was always a welcome pleasure,
and having sex with the horny, eager youngster was always hot, but doing it
there in a public washroom was extra hot. It was not the novelty, nor the
danger of being caught that turned John on. It was the impulsiveness of
their decision, and the naturalness of satisfying their desires. It was
the type of behaviour you might expect from a boy who'd turned nine just
two months ago, and it was exhilarating.
John worked his cock in and out of the boy with the lust of a teenager.
Revelling in the pleasure, he humped his young friend faster and faster
until he was slamming the nine-year-old's body against the cubicle wall.
His breathing was laboured as he furiously fucked the boy's soft, tender
butt, and Aaron sighed and moaned with the pleasure of having the hot, hard
pole sliding in and out of his bottom and the pleasure that came from
knowing how hot he'd gotten his lover. John could not believe how horny he
felt. There he was, a married man, almost thirty-one-yearsold, furiously
fucking the smooth backside of a nine-year-old boy in the washroom of a
Kentucky Fry outlet. It was fantastic.
Hearing the door open, the two immediately froze as someone came in and
stepped up to the urinal beside the cubicle. The man and boy tried to
quieten their heavy breathing. Suddenly noticing Aaron's hands grasping
the top of the cubicle wall, John nudged the back of his head with his
chin. When Aaron didn't respond, he nudged more desperately, nodding upward
at the same time. Realizing the problem, Aaron quickly let go of the top
of the cubicle wall and slipped his hands back out of sight. The boy
bounced as he stifled a giggle. John began to shake with the humour of it,
his two-hundred-and-ten pound frame beginning to jiggle. Aaron's body
bounced up and down on the solid plug holding him up and his body shook
violently as he giggled, and John snorted as he unsuccessfully held back
his laughter. If the person on the other side of the wall heard the
noises, they had no way of knowing. Zipping up, he washed his hands and
left.
The moment the door closed John shifted Aaron back into position, the
boy grabbed the top of the cubicle wall, and they began to fuck once again.
Having almost been caught, and the possibility they still could, added an
element of danger that both now found exciting and which replaced their
initial lust. The two fucked furiously, not to get it over with, but
because it was so hot. Once again John banged the young boy's body against
the metal side of the cubicle, and Aaron's knuckles turned white as he
gripped the top and hung on for dear life. As his lover slammed him into
the wall his little cock became hard, and with each forward lunge his stiff
little penis slid along the metal wall, sending shivers of arousal from his
swollen dick head down to his swaying little nuts.
Despite his promise, Aaron was panting and gasping and could not help
but moan with the joy of having his backside being ravished by his lover.
John had made no promises himself, and opening and unabashedly grunted and
groaned with the pleasure pulsating between his legs. Over and over his
massive seven-inch cock rammed into the boy until at last the man came, and
as he did, the boy shivered with his own orgasm. John's hot, thick cum
shot into the boy's rectum, and the boy's little cocklet jerked in the air
as his dry orgasm caused his body to tremble. John finally stopped his
thrusting and he just stood there holding the boy up as they caught their
breath and relished their orgasms. He finally eased the nine-year-old boy
off his cock and as John dried his limp organ off with several sheets of
the coarse toilet paper, Aaron took several sheets and wiped his anus.
As they emerged from the washroom, they looked around, wondering if the
patron who had used the urinal was still there, and if he was, which one he
was. Nobody paid any attention to them. Glancing at the young families
and elderly couples and groups of teens, John wondered what they would say
if they only knew what they'd just done. Strangely, he did not feel
guilty. On the contrary, he felt elated, and sorry that the other males in
the outlet would never know what had to be the ultimate pleasure.
"Think we can stop at Dairy Queen for a sundae?"
"As long as you don't eat it with your fingers," John said with a smile.
It took a moment for the boy to realize what John was referring to, and
he giggled with the thought. "That would be cold," he observed with a wide
grin as he imagined wiping his fingers off on John's cock. He reached out
and took his lover's hand and they headed for the door.
"Thanks," he said later as John pulled up in front of his house. "And
JB thanks you too."
"You sure that is what you want to call him?" John asked, indulging in
his fantasy, and wishing it could be true.
"Uh-huh, John Billy Porter-Watson, after my two most favourite people in
the world."
"Well, I'm honoured."
Aaron suddenly winced.
"What's wrong?" John asked, immediately worried.
"Nothing. JB just kicked. I think maybe he thinks the ice cream was
too cold."
John smiled. "You are okay?" he asked.
"Sure," Aaron said with a reassuring smile as he slipped his hand in his
trousers. "You wanna feel him?"
John slid his hand under the elastic top of Aaron's cargo pants and
along the boy's warm, swollen stomach. He could feel something move, but
whether it was a baby or the boy's intestines filled with six pieces of
chicken, a heap of fries and gravy, and an ice cream sundae, he was not
prepared to say. As he watched the boy slowly shuffle up the sidewalk, he
decided he'd better have another talk with Bobby.
**********
"Let me in!"
"Just a minute," came the muffled reply.
"I can't wait a minute Goddamnit, I need in now, you hear!"
"I'm busy!"
"Well fuck you, this is an emergency!"
Jimmy tried the door, and relieved to find it wasn't locked, pushed it
open and rushed in. His kid stepbrother was kneeling there on the floor in
front of the toilet. Glancing around desperately, Jimmy grabbed the sink
and began puke into it.
"Ewwww," responded Aaron.
In response, Jimmy heaved again. Aaron turned green, and bending over
the toilet, also heaved. Having already emptied his stomach, he managed to
bring up a meagre film of whitish phlegm. His head still hanging over the
toilet, he reached over and tore off half a dozen sheets of toilet paper
and wiped the pendant of puke dangling from his lips.
"Pass me a handful, dude."
Aaron ripped off a handful and handed it up to his sixteen-year-old step
brother. Dry heaving one last time, Jimmy wiped his mouth off and dropped
the wadded toilet paper into the bowl. Letting the hot water run full
blast in the sink, he leaned back against the wall. He was as white as the
porcelain sink.
"Sorry, little dude. Didn't know you were being sick in here."
"That's okay. Didn't know you was being sick out there."
The two glanced at each other and grinned, one of the few times they'd
ever smiled in each other's presence.
"Lately it's been every morning," observed Jimmy.
"Yeah?" Aaron asked, still sitting on the floor, feeling too weak to sit
up. He looked up at his stepbrother as he flushed the toilet. Jimmy was
just wearing his underwear, a pair of plaid Joe Boxers, which were way too
small for him. His stepbrother had a great body, his shoulders broad and
his chest muscular with the beginning of a spread of dark black hair.
Aaron thought chest hair was very erotic. Jimmy's athletic involvement was
evident from his solid biceps and his thick, muscular legs. He did have a
big tummy though, something that Aaron really hadn't noticed before, but
then he didn't have that much opportunity to see his stepbrother in his
underwear and he normally wore baggy pants and oversize shirts like almost
every other teenager. "Me too."
"Yeah?" Jimmy asked, his voice rising with concern as he looked down at
his kid brother. "For how long?"
"I dunno, about a month."
"Yeah, me too. Maybe we got the same bug."
Aaron repressed a smile. There was no way they had the same thing,
because he knew exactly what he had, a squirming eight-pound baby bug in
his tummy.
"What's so funny squirt?"
"Nothing."
"Yeah, well, if you're done in here, I gotta get ready for school."
"Don't take all morning admiring your pretty face, I gotta get ready
too," Aaron replied with a grin as he grasped a hold of the toilet bowl and
labouriously heaved himself to his feet.
"Fuck you," Jimmy replied as he took a swat at his backside as he left
the bathroom.
As he reached for the soap, Jimmy looked at himself in the mirror. He
looked like shit. >From the way he was throwing up lately he had to have a
hell of a case of flu. Lathering up, he thought about his kid stepbrother.
Although the kid had wrapped a towel around his waist, and although he'd
tried not to look at him, especially down there, he could not help but
notice the kid had an abnormally large gut, like you see malnourished kids
from Africa having in those charity ads. He wondered if the boy was eating
properly. Neither Aaron's mother nor his father cared enough about either
of them to worry about what and when they ate. Maybe the kid's problem was
more than the flu. Wiping off his face, he thought of what else he'd seen,
dangling there below the kid's bulging stomach and hairless pubes. He
quickly put that image out of his mind.
Forty-five minutes later Aaron headed out the door. His best buddy,
Billy, was waiting to walk him to school.
"So how are you this morning?"
"I puked again."
"Yeah. It happened to me too. A lot just before the end."
"Jimmy upchucked too."
"Yeah?"
"Probably a reaction to some drugs he took or something."
"So how you two getting along?"
"Great," Aaron replied, and then added with a grin, "we avoid each other
like totally."
"Well, considering what's happening to you, maybe that's best you aren't
seeing much of each other."
"Yeah."
"Anything else, besides puking?"
"Oh yeah. I gotta be careful getting up or sitting down or I get way
dizzy, not that I can get up and down very fast anyway with JB in me. And
I got to pee like every half hour."
"Yeah, that was the same for me. How's your back feel?"
"Oh wow, is it sore!"
"It really sucks being pregnant, but it's worth it," Billy said
seriously.
"Yeah," Aaron said. "I can't wait to have my baby. I hope he's like
Billy Bob."
"Nobody's noticed nothing about you getting fatter?"
"Naw. Like I said, nobody at my house cares a shit about me."
"Well, right now that's good."
"Yeah," Aaron agreed with a grin.
"How's John?"
Aaron's grin widened. "He still don't believe I'm having a baby, but he
says if it does happen it will be awesome."
"Well, he's gonna be in for a surprise," Billy giggled and Aaron laughed
with him.
"Ohhh," he groaned as he stopped and placed his hands on his stomach.
"I gotta be careful not to laugh. It makes JB bounce and that hurts."
He stood there for a moment to catch his breath, his hands under his
coat holding his stomach and his Adidas backpack strapped to his back.
"When do you think I'll have JB?"
"Well, it takes four and a half months, and you started to do it . . .
two weeks before my birthday, right?"
"Right."
"So I guess if you got pregnant right the first time, it would be like
now you could have a baby, and if it was the last week, then it would be
the end of February."
"You mean any day between right now and the end of next month?"
"Yeah."
"We can't tell what day?"
"I don't think so," Billy said with a shrug. "Why?"
"I want John to be there when it happens."
"Oh yeah, the other dad's gotta be there. He's gotta fuck you to help
the baby come out."
"Tell me about that part again."
"Well, that was how it was with me, and the boy at the camp," Billy
began. He explained what had happened to the two of them. "I'm sure John
would come right away when we knew it was gonna happen."
"How much time does it take? You know, from when you know its gonna
happen until it does?"
"I dunno for sure. Me 'n Bobby never really knew what was going on
until it happened."
"I hope it don't happen while I'm at school."
"Oh yeah, I never thought of that."
"If it does I hope it's in language," Aaron observed. "I wouldn't mind
missing language. I hate this stuff on verbs and tenses and stuff we're
taking now."
"Would sure surprise Mrs. Jacobson," Billy said with a grin, and the
two boys giggled as the school bus pulled up.
"I gotta stop that," Aaron observed once more as he put his hand on his
distended stomach. He hoped he'd be having JB soon it was getting almost
impossible to step up into the school bus.
"Hey dude, you don't look so hot," observed Calvin as the two buddies
met at their lockers that morning. "You driving the porcelain bus again
this morning?"
"Would have, but my kid brother was in the driver's seat."
"What you mean?"
"He was in the bathroom upchucking before me. I had to use the sink."
"Yeah? He must have the same bug we have."
"Yeah, must. You know any bug that makes you upchuck, and gain weight?"
Calvin shook his head. "He gaining weight too?"
"Yeah. Looks like a nine-year-old with a beer gut. Maybe it's
something in our water or something."
"Yeah. I been drinking a lot of water at your place. Like I'm always
thirsty lately, and pissing."
"Me too."
"And I'm way tired. I could sleep all day . . . and eat. You know
what I had last night? Peperoni pizza with black olives."
"So?"
"So, I had a whole pizza, like a regular, and you know I hate olives."
"So why'd you order a pizza with olives?"
"That's just it. I had this weird craving for them."
"Know what you mean," Jimmy said, stretching his back.
"Your back still sore?"
"Yeah. Yours?"
"Oh yeah."
"I think its from this extra weight I'm packin'," Jimmy said, patting
his protruding stomach.
"Haven't been able to lose it, huh?"
"Can't. I'm like always starving. Shit, Coach Myers is going to blow
his stack. I'm sure I've gained another pound."
"Well, at least I don't have to worry about phys ed classes."
"Lucky you."
"Wanna get together at noon, maybe have a quickie?"
"I'd rather go to Subway and have a sub."
"Me too. Loaded, with olives."
"Let's do it."
"Okay. See ya then."
As Calvin headed down the hall he stumbled and grabbed a hold of the
lockers. Jimmy hurried up to him.
"You all right dude?"
"Yeah. Just had a dizzy spell."
"You know, maybe we better see the school nurse."
"Naw, she'll just prescribe some Aspirin and say it's our hormones or
some shit like that."
"Yeah, you're probably right."
Jimmy signed out before physical education classes and went home. He
was exhausted, and he didn't feel up to another hassle with the coach. His
step mom was working, and his dad was out with his boozing buddies. Jimmy
went straight to bed. When he got up, it was eight. As he headed for the
kitchen Aaron came home.
"Hey."
"Hey," Aaron responded.
"You're coming home late for a school night."
Aaron shrugged.
"You felling better now?"
"Yeah, a bit," Aaron sighed.
"Don't sound better."
"My feet hurt," he said as he slumped down in his chair and eased off
his runners. "I think my sneakers are getting too tight."
"Funny, so are mine," observed Jimmy. "That pizza?" he asked, nodding
to the box Aaron had put on the table.
"Yeah. You want some?"
"What kind is it?"
"Hawaiian."
"Yeah, okay." He didn't like Hawaiian, but he suddenly had a craving for
pineapple.
The two ate in silence except for the occasional burp.
"You know, you've been putting on a lot of weight lately," Jimmy
observed
"Yeah? So have you."
"Yeah."
"Jimmy?"
"Yeah?"
"You know about having babies?"
Jimmy smiled. The kid was kind of young to be thinking of that topic,
but then he hadn't been that much older himself when he'd begun wondering.
The sixteen-year-old thought about the situation for a moment. This was a
scene he'd fantasized dozens of times, one of his favourite jerk off
fantasies back in the days before he and Calvin began fucking and when
jerking off was his regular form of relief. He knew he should let the
topic drop, but he was tired, and bored and figured he could handle it.
"Sure," he said. "What you wanna know about making babies?"
"Oh, I know all about making them," Aaron responded. "I wanna know
about having them."
"Oh," said Jimmy, surprised, and amused. He wondered just what his
nine-year-old stepbrother's version of making babies was. He was tempted
to pursue that, but decided not to. This conversation was risky enough
without going there. "So what is it you want to know about having babies?"
"Well, like how does a, well, a person know when it is going to happen?
You know, when the baby is ready to come out."
"A woman starts having contractions."
"Contractions?"
"You know, in her womb, or stomach or whatever," Jimmy responded, not
exactly sure. "Her muscles start to constrict, to squeeze. That's what
forces the baby out. I think it's something to do with special hormones
her body makes when its time for the baby to be born."
"Oh. But she has lots of time to get to the hospital and stuff."
"Yeah, the contractions are like far apart at first and get closer as
the time comes for her to have her baby," Jimmy responded, relying on a
couple television shows he'd seen for his information along with what he'd
learned in health.
"Jimmy?"
"Yeah?"
"If I asked you to phone somebody and tell them to come right over, and
it's real important, you would, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah sure. Of course. Like phone who, and what do you mean real
important?"
"Like if I was having a baby."
"Huh, yeah," Jimmy snorted with a chuckle. "If you were having a baby,
I'd phone whoever you wanted, right after the National Inquirer."
"I'm serious."
"Little dude, I don't know what you think you know about making babies,
but guys can't have kids."
"I can."
"Sure."
"I took something so I could."
"You took something," Jimmy repeated. "Like a magic potion." He tried
not to smile.
"Sortta."
"Sure."
"Honest, look," Aaron said, pulling up his shirt and rubbing his swollen
stomach. Jimmy had to admit he did look like he was pregnant. "Really.
I'm going to have a baby, soon, but I don't know exactly when. But when it
does happen, I'll give a phone number of a guy and I want you to tell him
what's happening."
"Sure. Who is this guy, the father?" Jimmy joked with a half grin.
"Yes," Aaron said solemnly. "I gotta take a pee."
As he hoisted himself up and headed to the bathroom, Jimmy watched him.
'Christ,' he thought, 'even walks like a pregnant woman.' He hoped the
kid would hurry. He had to take a hell of a leak himself.
When Jimmy rushed to the bathroom the next morning, Aaron was just
coming out, and from the odour, he evidently had been upchucking too.
After heaving out his guts, he wearily sat down on the bowl. Looking down,
he noticed something else very disturbing, something new. It was
disturbing enough for him to go to the school nurse as soon as he got to
school.
"So, tell me those symptoms again," she said.
"I got this like nauseous feeling in the mornings, and I'm tired all day
and I keep getting dizzy spells. I've been getting wicked headaches. My
feet ache, I have to urinate a lot, and well, I've been gaining weight, and
now this morning, there's these marks," Jimmy said, indicating the black
lines running down to his navel.
"Your acne been getting worse?"
"Yeah, actually it has."
"Please don't tell me you've been getting back aches, and strange
cravings, like for ice cream and pickles."
"No, of course not," Jimmy lied, covering his lie with a chuckle.
"Why?"
"Because if you did, I'd say you have all the classical symptoms of
pregnancy."
"Huh!" Jimmy snorted, totally caught off guard. He immediately thought
of his stepbrother. "So what is it, for real?"
The nurse hesitated, and then across at the teenage boy. He was
good-looking with dark, gelled hair, piercing green eyes, and a sexy smile,
and he had a good build except for the gut he was developing. He was on
the football team, another factor that attracted young, impressionable
girls. Handsome, a good body, and athletic it all added up. "Tell your
girl that it really sounds like pregnancy," she said. "And tell her she
should come in and see me herself."
"My girl? You think this is. . . ."
"I will hand it to you," the nurse said with a smile. "You have
described her symptoms perfectly."
"Bu-, bu-, well, what about these marks?"
"You have gained weight, haven't you. And rather quickly."
"Yes."
"And you've been eating a lot of greasy junk food? Pizzas? Burgers and
fries?"
"Well, yeah, but ."
"Boys your age usually have bottomless stomachs, and an irregular
metabolism. Looks like your body has given you the appetite but has
decided to slow down the metabolism at the moment, hence the spare tire.
Also explains the acne."
"But the marks."
"That is unusual," she admitted. "Your coach putting you through a lot
of exercise lately? Maybe some additional stretching exercises because of
the extra stomach?"
"Well, yeah."
"Here."
"What's this?"
"A note excusing you from gym class and football practice. I suspect
those marks are your body's reaction to some over zealous exercising.
Probably some ruptured blood vessels." Noticing the look of panic in the
boy's eyes, she quickly added, "don't worry about that. Just some surface
capillaries. Other than the stomach you look in good shape so your body
should be able to repair the damage in quick order. Keep the exercises up,
but don't overdo them, and stay away from the junk food for the next little
while."
"Ah, yeah, right."
"To be on the safe side, I'd like to send a urine sample over to the
lab."
"No problem." If she wanted, he could easily provide a galleon.
"And tell your girl to come see me. From what you've told me she's near
the end of her third trimester."
"Ah, right, third trimester."
"I'm serious. Sounds like she should be expecting within the next
month."
"Yeah, okay," Jimmy said, slowly getting to his feet. "You want me to
give you that sample now?"
The rest of the day was a daze. Calvin hadn't shown up for school, and
Jimmy had a pretty good suspicion that he was feeling even worse than he
was considering Calvin wasn't as strong nor as healthy as he was to begin
with.
The next afternoon, he was called down to the nurse's office.
"I was called down?" he observed, slipping his hands in the back of his
cargo pants and straightening his back as he looked at the nurse. God it
hurt! She looked serious, too serious. He shuffled nervously.
"Your urine sample has come back from the hospital."
"And?"
"And you're pregnant."
"What!" he snorted.
"I really have to hand it to you. Of course those pants you're wearing
at least made it easy."
"Made what easy?"
"Slipping your girl's sample in here, and leaving it as your own." Jimmy
looked at her blankly. "A very elaborate plan, too," she said with a
smile. "I would have expected you just to leave your own, or maybe slip me
hers, but to mix both together, that really threw the technician." Jimmy
knew his jaw was wide-open but he didn't care. "Tell your girl to come see
me, and that not only is she in her last month, but with her testosterone
level she should stock up on extra strong razor blades."
Jimmy headed straight home and to bed. As usual his dad was out and at
the end of the day, as usual, his step mom met him at some bar directly
after she got off work. When he got up, he looked in the fridge, but for
the first time in a long while he didn't feel much like eating. He went to
his stepbrother's room.
"Aaron?"
"Yeah?"
"About that conversation we had yesterday."
"Yeah?"
"You said something about taking something so you'd become pregnant."
"Yeah."
"What exactly did you take?"
"Don't know the name of it."
"Just tell me what it looked like, and how you took it," Jimmy said with
a sinking feeling, and at the same time feeling foolish. What he was
thinking was impossible.
Aaron thought for a moment. He knew he was supposed to keep his
relationship with John secret, and the whole business of having a baby, but
if John or Billy weren't around when the time came, someone had to know
what was going on. Besides, he was scared, and didn't know what to expect
exactly. He had to talk to someone. "Well, I guess I should tell you
about this statue thing first. Called fucking city or something, but it
don't look like no city. It looks like a fat frog with a big dick and an
extra pair of legs."
Jimmy sat there and listened to the story about the frog-like statue
called the gargle of fucking city, and the strange oriental ancient, and
the tan three-quarter inch suppositories, and about boylovers.
"So that's it," Aaron concluded.
Jimmy grimaced and clutched his stomach. Christ, had he felt something
kick inside him?
"Guess you think it's all B.S. huh?"
"How long you say this is supposed to be, from when you get pregnant,
until you have the baby?"
"Billy said four and a half months."
Jimmy hoisted his body up off the bed and looked at the calendar above
Aaron's desk. "Fuck," he said as he sat back down. His back really ached.
"I just hope it don't happen at school."
"Maybe it's best you stay home for a while."
"Yeah. But I got a science test on Friday. I got to stay until then."
Sure," Jimmy said, not really listening. His mind was thinking of
something else.
"I feel better telling you my secret."
"I think I'd better share one with you," Jimmy observed. "Several
actually."
"Yeah?"
"Since you moved in here I've been, like, avoiding you."
"That's no secret. I know you don't like me, but that's okay," Aaron
said with a shrug. "It wasn't our idea for our parents to get married."
"It hasn't been because I don't like you."
"It hasn't?"
"No," Jimmy said, staring at the Star War's poster above Aaron's bed.
He thought before continuing, "I'm a boylover."
"Huh?" Aaron responded, knitting his brow with confusion.
"Three years ago, I done some stuff with a boy who lived in our
apartment, a five-year-old boy."
"Stuff?"
"I played with his dick, and got him to play with mine. Sucked. I even
fucked him a few times. We messed around for a couple months."
"So what happened?"
"I was dumb. I gave him stuff. Toys, candy. Too much stuff."
"To get him to do things with you?"
"Oh no! It wasn't bribery or nothing. I didn't have to bribe him. He
wanted to do the stuff. Enjoyed it as much as I did. I just loved him,
and wanted to make him happy, so I bought him stuff. I'd never bribe a kid
to do stuff like that."
"So?"
"So his mother started to ask questions, about all the toys and stuff,
and he told her what we'd done. Like he thought it was just normal, stuff
guys did. Well all hell broke out. Next thing I know he's crying and
hates me and they got him seeing a psychiatrist or some shit, and they are
threatening to sue us and have me arrested. Mom stopped them somehow. I
don't know how. Paid them or something. She never would tell me. Anyway
they didn't make any charges, and didn't sue. My ol'man figured I should
have been sent to jail I know. Mom and him had a big fight over it all.
They weren't having much of a marriage anyway, and that was pretty much the
end of it. Anyway, none of that's important. What I'm trying to explain,
is when Dad told me about you, he told me to stay away from you, that he'd
cut off my nuts if I so much as smiled at you."
"Then, you don't hate me for moving here?"
"Hate you? Hell, from the moment I saw you I had the hots for you, and
as I got to know you and see that you had personality besides looks, it was
pure hell being in the same house and not being able to even talk to you.
But I knew I had to avoid being with you, even just talking, not because of
my dad's threat, but because I knew if I got to know you at all there would
be no way that I'd be able to stop from having sex with you. You have no
idea how horny you've made me feel this past year. This John fellow is one
lucky dude."
"Yeah? I think I'm lucky to know him."
"That's cool. And now that I know about him, I don't have to worry no
more, and nor do you. I'd never do nothing to you now, not knowing you
have a lover, except be the best stepbrother you could ever hope for."
The two boys embraced and as they separated, they smiled at each other,
the first genuine smile in a year. A heavy load had been removed from each
of them, and the next several hours were nonstop talking as the two
brothers finally got acquainted. Later that night Jimmy phoned Calvin and
told him they had to talk, very soon.
The first week of February the two teenagers rented an apartment and
moved in together. Their parents didn't question what they were up to, and
actually were glad to have them out of the house. With Calvin's drug
connections, getting the money for the apartment was easy, and pushing
drugs was profitable enough for them to have money for the necessities.
Calvin was about to be kicked out of school anyway, so dropping out so he
could get more involved in the drug trade was no big deal. Both boys swore
the drug dealing would be temporary, until they were able to support
themselves in a better way. The second week of February, Aaron moved in
with them.
February fourteenth Jimmy received an urgent call at school to come home
immediately. Upon arriving at their little two bedroom apartment, he found
he was not the only one to have been called. Two men, one a burly
two-hundred-and sixty-five pounds and standing at six-footfour and the
other a beared two-hundred-and-ten pound six footer, took up their living
room themselves. Besides Calvin, there was a little two-year-old that was
racing around the house flying a paper air plane.
"It's happening!" announced Calvin excitedly.
"What?"
"The baby! Aaron's having his baby!"
"Where is he?"
"In his bedroom, with his friend Billy."
"Shouldn't we be doing something? Boiling water or something?"
"Billy said he'd call when they needed us."
As if on cue, Billy stuck his head out of the bedroom door. "I think
it's time," he announced, his turquoise eyes bright with excitement.
"Aaron wants John, and Jimmy."
"You going to be all right?" asked Bobby worriedly as he stepped up to
the young boy and put his hand on his shoulder.
"Sure. Not the first baby I've seen born," Billy said brightly with a
wide grin.
Aaron was spread out on the roll-away bed and looked like hell. He and
Billy had removed his pants, shoes and socks. John noticed that he was
wearing his black Star Wars polo shirt, which had ridden up his distended
belly. The boy grinned up at everyone as they entered the room. John
immediately went to one side of the bed, and Jimmy to the other.
"How are you?" they both asked together.
"Got the worst stomachache I've ever felt, and feel like I gotta take
the biggest poop in the world."
Jimmy and John looked at Billy. "I think you'd better get your dick
hard quick," he said with a twinkle in his eye as he looked up at John.
Billy and Bobby had gone through this with him several times, but John
still could not believe what he was doing as he quickly removed his pants
and boxers and chucked them in the corner of the room. They should be
taking Aaron to the hospital. As he began to fondle his limp cock, he was
sure there was no way he was going to get an erection with nine-year-old
Billy and the teenager there in the room and with Aaron laying there on his
back grunting and gasping in evident agony. To his surprise, the thought
of the young boy possibly about to give birth was extremely erotic, and
seeing him laying there naked from the waist down and his legs spread gave
him an erection in no time. He had been assured that this was what had to
be done, and he would do anything for the nine-year-old spread out before
him.
"No way," observed Jimmy, shaking his head as Billy guided John into
position. "This can't be right. This is . . . this is. . . ."
"The way I had my baby," Billy finished.
"Your baby?" Jimmy asked in surprise.
"Billy Bob, in the other room," the boy said proudly with a big grin.
Jimmy watched as John, sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs
spread wide, coated his stiff cock with Vaseline. The big construction
worker then pushed down on it so it was parallel with the bed while Aaron
wiggled down until his little bumhole was in line with it. Jimmy could not
believe it as the thick, seven inch cock slowly spread open his
stepbrother's anus and began to disappear inside his body. Holding the boy
by his hips, John slowly began a rocking motion. Aaron grunted and groaned
as the man slowly fucked him, whether in pain or in ecstasy Jimmy could not
tell. Under Billy's directions, John reached over and began to play with
Aaron's little stiff cocklet while he rocked back and forth. Aaron reached
out and grabbed Jimmy's hand with his right and Billy's with his left.
Soon John was grunting and puffing as he felt his climax approaching,
and then he was filling his boy with his slippery, slimy juice. He
carefully withdrew but continued to wank on Aaron's cocklet as he'd been
instructed. Aaron thrust his hips up, lifting them off the bed, and
grunted and gasped as his orgasm rippled through him. He constricted his
anal muscles and stretched them wide and pushed down, and slowly, ever so
slowly he felt his baby more into his rectum. His polo shirt had ridden
right up so that it was bunched under his armpits. He grunted and squeezed
the hands he was holding in a vicelike grip and pushed again. John called
out encouragement as he watched the little pucker widen more and more, as
he saw something beginning to stretch it. Wider and wider his anus opened
as the hairy object pushed out.
"By God, it's a head! It's a baby's head!" called out John.
Aaron's face contorted and he screamed out in frustration and effort as
he pushed extra hard. John reached down and held the baby's head gently as
he was forced out of Aaron's rectum. Once the head had pushed out, the
rest of his body followed quickly, much as when a constipated man forces
out the first hard turd. John sat there staring at the tiny, frail bundle
smeared with cum, shit and Vaseline and screaming its annoyance at being
brought into the world. Aaron struggled up and propped on his elbows,
glanced down between his legs at the red, howling object in John's big
hands.
"Guess it's a good thing I didn't have those pancakes and blueberry
syrup for breakfast," he grinned. "That would have really made a mess."
Having known what to expect, Bobby had gotten a wet face cloth and
towels ready. Upon hearing the crying of the baby, he and Calvin had come
in. Taking the baby from John, who was still sitting there naked with his
legs spread and staring at the miracle that he could easily hold in one of
his large hands, Bobby quickly wiped and dried off the squirming infant.
Crouching down beside the little roll-away bed, Bobby gave Aaron the baby,
now wrapped in a clean yellow towel to hold. The little boy, now propped
up on pillows, beamed down at his infant son.
"He's got your hair," he observed, looking down at his baby cradled in
one arm as he gently caressed the fine, chestnut brown hair with his free
hand.
John had wiped off his hands and come around the other side of the cot
where he'd crouched down beside Aaron. "And your blue-green eyes," the
hefty construction worker said as he beamed down at his newborn son.
Aaron looked in the blankets. "He sure got a little noodle."
"It will grow," Billy assured him, and everyone in the room laughed.
Laying there with his downy head on his little dad's chest, JB
discovered his daddy's teat and instinctively fastened his mouth to it.
Aaron quivered with the strange sensation and then grinned widely as the
first spurt of milk squirted out of his teat. "I'm feeding him!"
"Oh yeah," said Billy. "Forgot to mention that."
"Miraculous," sighed John as he watched his little boy feeding their
son.
"It certainly is," agreed Bobby.
"Yeah, way to go little dude," Jimmy said, tousling his stepbrother's
hair.
"That . . . that . . . we're going to . . . that's going to be
happening to us soon," observed Calvin as he stared down at Aaron and JB.
"That's right, babe," said Jimmy, stepping over to him and putting his
arm about his waist. Calvin slipped his arm about his lover and the two
pregnant teenagers stood there starting at the tiny, suckling baby with a
mixture of wonder, anticipation, and anxiety. The thought of becoming
parents of two little babies was as frightening as it was awesome for the
young couple.
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