boychattel:It had begun one night, a messy, mindless evening when neither of us could contain oursel
boychattel:It had begun one night, a messy, mindless evening when neither of us could contain ourselves anymore.Since then, we had fucked every day, often multiple times.The first time had been slapdash, haphazard; we had no condoms, so we had just gone for it. After all, I was certain we could trust one another. As it was, once done, we saw no reason not to keep doing it bare.Now months had passed. Months spent with his come dripping from me like some common whore. It was all right; I quite enjoyed the sensation, and he seemed to get off seeing me dripping and dilated.I had recently begun to gain weight. I had no idea why.He was fascinated. He had begun to insist that we fuck missionary, always missionary, only missionary, my legs spread wide around him. He ran gentle, protective hands over my growing stomach and gazed at me with wonder.“Do you want me to come inside you tonight?” he whispered, his voice thick with wanting.“Yeah,” I breathed. “Come in me.”He chuckled through heavy panting. “Want me to fill you up? Want me to shoot my babies up in your boypussy? Want me to knock up your womb?”I blinked. “My what?”“Your womb, baby,” he whispered. “Surely you’ve noticed. The weight gain, the submission, the cravings.”“What do you… mean?”He leaned in close, his hands around my waist, his cock stiffening within me.“Congratulations, son. I’m going to be a daddy… again.” -- source link
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