This week on the coast had been beyond a dream. After the darkness of the pandemic followed by the p
This week on the coast had been beyond a dream. After the darkness of the pandemic followed by the phoneomenon of men getting pregnant, a light appeared at the end of this dark tunnel. At 63 I’d resigned myself to let life pass me by, to accept that the best opportunities were gone. When the last of the women past away I waited for the end, first there was chaos and violence, but eventually as with all things in life came acceptance. As men randomly fell to becoming pregnant in the gayborhoods of America, a new dawn emerged! Every man who could either impregnate or carry a baby was driven to rebuild a new society. I figured I’d die, I’d be left behind, a relic of a bygone era condemned to watch a new generation have the best of everything without ever having to lie about who they were. I had the gun ready, I’d drank the last of my aged single malt scotch and then the phone rang.“William Harris?”“Yes speaking, who’s this?”“My name is doctor Roberto Lopez, I’m heading up our local division of the fertility outreach program. Your file came up in our search.”“Who the hell would search and want me?” I wondered. We’ve reviewed your history, you played baseball through college and graduated top of your class, you had a strong career in civil engineering with a talent at urban planning. From your pictures, you were a man’s man with a strong muscular frame and well….. shall we say the look of a strong bulge.“"What the hell is this?” I said growing inpatient.“We need every man out there that can seed what we call bearers, the men who can get pregnant. Your genetics are exactly what we need for the future and we think we have the hormone and genetic therapies available now to enhance you, to bring you back to what you once were and then some…”If the fountain of youth was real then this was either a miracle or merely a joke. I stared at the revolver on table and then at a dusty picture of me in my 30’s, smiling and looking like a body builder on a beach.“How do I know you’re real?”“Check your front door, the file has already been delivered!”He simply hung up.Opening my front door I found a leather portfolio that contained a binder, as I read each page I gasped at the data of scientific probabilities and early case studies showing promise in increasing sperm counts and muscle mass, along with strength. At the back of the binder, a steel ID card with my full name and registration number. A phone number was listed to resigter, I sat there for hours till dark. Finally I called the number and immediately a live voice answered. In only a few minutes I had an appointment scheduled, a car would come to pick me up and the rest would be taken care of.The next morning as I stood at the curb of my almost vacant and run down apartment building, I watched as a black suv with tinted windows pulled up, the window came down and a driver in what appeared to be some sort of military uniform motioned me to come in behind the black lenses of his sunglasses.Getting inside I fastened my seat belt, turning back and looking at my apartment building grow smaller and smaller, I somehow knew I’d never see it again. That was two years ago….Since then I’ve undergone intense bio hormone replacement therapy, cutting edge gene therapy, newly developed fitness training for seniors undergoing this process and last month marked the end of the journey, or perhaps the beginning of a second youth. I mentioned this past week has been amazing, I never thought at 65 I’d be back to being 220 pounds of hard conditioned muscle, my skin becoming smooth again and regaining its elasticity. My once impotent cock had grown from 8 inches to 9.5 and increased in girth to becoming beer can thick. Perhaps the most uncomfortable yet hottest part were my balls! They now were the size of oranges and constantly produced litres of potent sperm that needed to be released on a steady basis. And then there were the boys, sent especially for me as part of a scientific study. Almost immediately our pheromones ignited a fire of raw, animalistic passion. Every one of them under 27, day and night, constant and intense baby making. Sometimes one on one and others all at once in an orgy, my seed filling their eager holes and fertilizing their eggs. Their rectums barely containing the hot creamy life force, their tight bellies bloating as a result. Each one had a beautiful ass, I ate every one of their hot boy pies, the sweet taste of their sap quenching this old man’s thirst, fueling my drive to create a family. I didn’t know if I’d get to marry any of them, but I knew now my life had a new purpose. The thought of knowing these boys with their six pack abs would turn into massive round tummies supporting new life kept me hard. I imagined their hard pecs full of milk ,me sucking from all of them before bed. I fucked them in their sleep as I imagined watching their tight holes split apart with my sons heads crowning. I imagined holding my babies, it wasn’t just about sex or vanity. I could create life, I alone could cause some young jock boy’s body to change into a waddling vessel destined to birth a new generation that’d carry my name. I’d ruin their figures with my big baby boys, but I knew they’d be back. I knew they’d spend every free moment getting back in shape for me, fighting with the virgins for a place on my cock. “Hey Will, snap a pic of us right here on the surf!”“Alright Caleb, on three, 1, 2,3!”A frozen moment in time, eggs already fertilized and on their way to growing. “Caleb you’re not going surfing with the guys?”“Nah, I just feel like resting my head on your silver furred pecs.”“Good boy, just settle in there.”Caleb was barely 18 and already so eager and happy to become a mommy. As I ran my fingers through his soft hair, I leaned back in my chair and cradled him in my arms.“Will?”“Yeah boy?”“I never had a dad, even though I’m sharing you I feel like I got a feeling of what it’s like to have a father. ”I just kissed his head.“Daddy, that word has an expanded meaning now Caleb. What happens to you after all of this?”I felt his tears on my chest. “I go back to the clinic, I carry the baby and deliver it. I either give him up or prove I can raise him. All I ever wanted was a real family.”“And the others here with us.”“They are in it for the money and the sex and will give them up for adoption,not that I blame them.”I paused, I heard the ocean waves crash. The sounds of the other boys echoing the beach with laughter. I said earlier this was beyond lust and vanity and so I did what was right, I did what an alpha should do when he is going to be a father.“Caleb, you’re going to have a new last name. They won’t take our child away, not if I’m your husband!”He looked up at me with his tears hazel eyes, a sad boy now made happy.“You mean that?”“I sure do, a man has to lay roots somewhere and a good young boy wife should be by his side. I give you as many babies as your body can handle.”“Oh daddy!”I felt him reach up for a kiss, we embraced. I’d found the fountain of youth and it was fucking amazing. -- source link
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