Date: Sat, 28 May 2016 21:53:33 +0000
From: James Ivan <jamesivan2014@hotmail.com>
Subject: Man Atlas PART II

MAN ATLAS - PART II

By James Ivan


In a world of only men...


The grounds of Saint Benjamin Academy was replete with the noisy chatter
and booming laughter of male voices. A professor broke up a small wrestling
match that had broke out near the flagpole earlier that morning. And at the
northernmost part of the academy, just before lunch, a pair of teenage boys
were pulled out of a lip-lock, their hands removed from each others' pants.

Yes, it was a typical day at St. Ben Academy. Blossoming cherry trees,
sunny skies, and the sweet smell of pubescent males was thick in the
air. Sea salt and a spicy musk filled the hallways and the classrooms, the
courtyards and the locker rooms. All the teachers were monitoring their
students closely. Boys were going to be boys, after all. It was not
uncommon for a teacher or a school administrator to catch some of the
Academy's studnets having sex in the bathrooms, in the custodial closets,
in the science labs.

But this year, the school was cracking down on its sex education
curriculum. St. Ben's pregnancy rate had spiked during the last decade, and
after Rick Hunt put a baby in Logan Betlock last summer, the school
district decided that sex education needed to be its number one
priority. Not necessarily to prevent teenaged pregnancy among its student,
but to appropriately educate its students on the process, the consequences,
and ultimately, the significance of fathering sons.

Of course, rudimentary sex ed was for boys in their early teens--the boys
who were still, in a word, pubescent. Boys ranging from the ages of eleven
to sixteen were required to take several years of Basic Maleology before
they were able to enroll in the upper division courses. Both Rick Hunt and
Logan Betlock had been in this category.

For the older boys at St. Ben, however, sex ed classes were a bit
more...advanced.

At the age of seventeen, boys are considered to be "young men", or
"men-in-the-making." The gap between boyhood and manhood is not always
distinguishable...the line is often unclear and undefined. At what point
does a boy become a man? The transitional moment is surely infinitesimally
small. But there is undoubtedly a moment when a boy must cross that line,
and the average age, at least in the modern world, was seventeen--where the
advanced Maleology classes began.

(In this world of men, boys attend school until the age of seventeen, where
they are then given the option to graduate and join the work force, or
continue with their education until the age of twenty.)

So on this bright sunny day, when the campus of St. Ben was overflowing
with noises that only males are known for, Professor Wood's Advanced
Maleology class was gathering in Room 327 and, naturally, the entire rooms
reeked of male pheramones.

Tyler Lewis assumed his seat in the back of the room--his usual spot--and
took out his notebook. He was a typical eighteen-year-old boy. Not hyper,
but energetic. Not cocky, but jubilantly confident. He was considered
mature for his age, but there was still a boyishness about him. A youthful
charm.

While Tyler often maintained a wallflower status in new crowds (he wasn't
exactly shy, just observant), he had a tight-knit group of buddies that he
would often goof-off with, shoot-the-breeze, "chill"--to keep the
colloquialisms in rotation. He and his friends were always going to frat
parties on the weekends (in fact, one of his good buddies 'was' a frat
boy), and Tyler would often join his pals in Spring and Summer camping
trips/cross-country road trips.

Yes, Tyler and his group of friends were nothing short of ordinary teenaged
boys: quick to discover their cocks, and quicker to find interest in each
other's butts.

Starting from the age of fifteen, Tyler learned something about himself
that would carry him into adulthood with ease: he was attractive. Yes,
chestnut-colored hair and sun-browned skin, he was one of those rare,
exceptionally gorgeous boys. Puberty had sculpted him into quite the young
stud--slender build, ample rump, large feet, delicious skin-tone,
heartbreaking brown eyes.

Yes, when all was said and done, Tyler was a knockout.

In addition to his good looks, Tyler was a Bottom. He maxed out at
five-foot-eight, a hundred-and-forty pounds, and had just about every Top
in the academy preying on him, including his buddy Daryl, who had been an
obvious Top ever since his balls dropped in the sixth grade. Daryl was a
decent looking guy, and certainly a kind person, but Tyler wasn't
interested in bearing his children (as Daryl had many times suggested). The
man whose children Tyler wanted to bear was someone else entirely. He
didn't have a specific guy in mind. But he would know him when he found
him, he was sure.

Yes, he would know.

As Tyler scratched the date on a blank page in his notebook, Professor Wood
stepped into the room.

The room's muffled chatter began to fall away and students began to take
their seats. The sounds of wooden chairs creaking under the weight of heavy
male bodies resounded within the walls. Boys clearing their throats,
scratching their underarms, yawning, stretching--the male noises were
eternal.

"Good afternoon," Professor Wood said, approaching the lectern and
examining a small stack of papers. He didn't even look up.

He was a tall, middle-aged man with thick black hair and significant muscle
definition in his chest and arms. A full goatee textured his face, and a
dark brow framed an even darker set of eyes. It was evident that many of
the boys in the academy had a crush on Professor Wood. In fact, three years
ago, Professor Wood had one of his students pursuing him so aggressively
that he ended up getting that student pregnant one day after class. The
student was a seventeen-year-old boy named Andrew Dixon who ended up
graduating later that spring. He gave birth to their child three months
after graduating and subsequently moved in with Professor Wood so that they
could raise the kid together. The two of them were now engaged to be
married.

"Let's go ahead and take our seats."

Wood was specifically addressing Phillip and Neil, who were still standing
on the far side of the room, silently swapping stories that were,
apparently, very funny. The two of them shut up, cleared their throats, and
immediately curled up in their desks when they saw Wood's dark eyes descend
on them like a gavel.

At the front of the room, Wood clicked his papers into order and turned to
the blackboard to write. Tyler quickly scanned his notes from the previous
day, refreshing his memory.

"Everyone in here knows the Male Binary," he said, scribbling words and
definitions onto the board for the class to copy down.

The professor wore nothing but a black T-shirt, which was form-fitting, and
a pair of dark jeans and black boots. He was a slightly unorthodox
educator, one who didn't conform to the suit-and-tie standards like most
teachers. In fact, he even had sleeves of tattoos on both arms. Professor
Wood was, in every way, a rockstar teacher...very smart, very heretical,
easily one of the favorites at St. Ben.

Tyler had to squelch a deep-seated, painful lust for Professor Wood every
day. It was hard, though, when the man wore shirts that accented his robust
and chiseled figure. Hell, Tyler didn't consider himself the jealous type,
but his envy for Andrew Dixon was profound. He'd seen pictures of Professor
Wood and Andrew together, smiling, laughing, cradling their newborn on the
front lawn of their house. In fact, Professor Wood had a photo of them
framed on his desk. Tyler would catch a glimpse of it every time he went to
ask for feedback on one of his essays.

Secretly, and perhaps a little maddeningly, Tyler wished it was him in that
photo rather than Andrew Dixon, even though Andrew was an adorably cute boy
and seemed to make Professor Wood very happy. Their newborn son, too, was a
ridiculously cute baby. Still, Tyler wished it was him!

Without realizing it, Tyler let out a deep, lamenting sigh. It was so loud
that the boys sitting immediately around him looked up. One of them was
Aiden, one of Tyler's best friends. Aiden was a few inches taller than he
was, about twenty pounds heavier, and a little duller in his features.

"You okay, dude?" Aiden asked.

Slightly embarassed to have drawn so much attention to himself, Tyler gave
Aiden a sheepish grin and nodded.

"I'm fine."

Aiden followed Tyler's line of sight to the front of the room, where
Professor Wood was continuing his lecture. A knowing look arched his brow.

"It's Wood, isn't it?" he asked, a clever smirk tugged at his lips.

Tyler shrugged, gave a non-commital nod.

"I know a love-sick boy when I see one," Aiden said. "And you've been
drooling over Wood ever since the first day of class."

"Literally and figuratively," Tyler said, lowering his voice to barely a
whisper.

Beside him, Aiden stifled a laugh.

"I set you up with that one," he said. "So I'm taking credit."

Aiden Caufield was, much like Tyler, your typical eighteen-year-old boy who
discovered his cock at the age of twelve and hasn't been able to think of
anything else since that fateful day. As long as Tyler has known him, Aiden
has been masturbating multiple times a day, every day, constantly desperate
to relieve himself. He was the horniest boy Tyler had ever known--and that
was saying something considering this was a world of men, and ONLY men!

It was damn near shocking to just about everyone, including Aiden's dads,
when he came out as a Bottom at the age of sixteen. The whole world had
Aiden pegged for a Top. He was taller, a little huskey in his build, and
always walked through life with a swagger. But somewhere during puberty,
his prostate clicked in and started yearning for stimulation. Next thing
everyone knew, Aiden was spreading his ass cheeks for cocks left and right,
discovering that masturbation via prostate massage was the way to go!

Last year, Aiden met Gary in their first Advanced Maleology class. Gary was
on the shorter side (he was even shorter than Tyler), but damn, he was one
of the most aggressive Tops in all of St. Ben. Within two weeks, Aiden and
Gary were boyfriends. They've been going steady ever since. In fact,
everyone was surprised that Gary hadn't impregnated Aiden yet. With how
often Aiden spread his ass cheeks for Gary, it was statistically unsound
that they weren't on their second kid by now.

"I guess Gary uses protection," said their friend, Bryan, one day.

"Yeah. Either that, or he's gotten real good at pulling out!" said their
other friend, Nick.

Tyler would always laugh during these conversations of confusion, because,
well, Bryan and Nick were right. It was truly bewildering that their good
buddy Aiden wasn't knocked-up, given that Gary's testicles were always
swarming in pent-up sperm and ready to fire. Then again, Aiden and Gary
didn't seem like the fatherly types...at least, not yet. So perhaps it was
a good thing that they weren't reproducing.

"During puberty, boys begin to fall under one of the two sexual categories,
Top..." Professor Wood wrote the word in big letters on the board, "or
Bottom." He scribbled it down as well. "Otherwise known at the Male
Binary. Sometimes a boy will straddle both sexual positions. However, most
find that they prefer one position over the other." Professor Wood's dark
eyes flicked up at the roomful of students. His eyes narrowed on one
student in particular--a large jock sitting in the front row. "Isn't that
right, Mark?"

Mark Bailey was one of Saint Benjamin's star football players. He was the
quarterback of the school's team, and like Gary, easily one of the most
aggressive Tops in the academy.

"That's right," Mark said, a cocky grin spreading from ear to ear. "There's
always one that dominates."

Professor Wood had a relatively intimate relationship with his students
(former student Andrew Dixon aside). He was chummy, casual,
conversational. He preferred to engage his class rather than speak at them
as so many professors did. Mark Bailey, though not a very bright guy, was
fairly vocal in class, especially when the conversation revolved around
sex. Based on previous class discussions, it was made clear to everyone in
the room that Mark Bailey was a Top...and damn proud of it. He and
Professor Wood would often crack risque jokes about topping during their
class discussions.

It was never derogatory, of course. The whole class would laugh at the
flippant remarks and clever puns exchanged between Professor Wood and some
of the other Tops in the room. Tops were known for having inside jokes
about fucking butts, just as Bottoms were known for having inside jokes
about being fucked in the ass. It was a male world, after all. One that
revolved around sex. Sex. SEX.

"The role of the Top is to insert his penis into the Bottom's anus during
intercourse," Professor Wood went on, his voice deep and resonant, and
clearly disenchanted with the flattened tone of review. "Upon ejaculation,
the Top's sperm will seek out the eggs that rest in the mucus lining of the
Bottom's rectum, otherwise known at serebrum. If one of the sperm cells
attaches to the egg, the egg gets fertilized, and the Bottom becomes
pregnant. Nine months later he pushes a baby out his anus." He looked up,
brow raised, as if to say, Any questions? "But you already know this," he
said. "You all learned this stuff years ago in your Beginning Maleology
classes. Today, I want to talk about the physical effects of sex, also
known as Male Manifestation. I won't bore you with a bunch of textbook
reading, but if everyone can open to page two hundred in your book, there's
an instructive diagram that I think could be of some use."

The classroom filled with the sound of turning pages. Tyler contributed to
the clatter.

In their textbook, the diagram Professor Wood referred them to was one of a
larger man, a Top, and a smaller man, a Bottom. Both were naked and
anatomically drawn to scale. The Top had a full-sized penis and a
low-hanging scrotum, and noticeably, a full beard on his face. Faded,
squiggly lines seemed to stretch from the underarms and the genitals. The
diagram of the Bottom, however, showed a man who had slightly smaller
gentials and who was clean-shaven. But it, too, exhibited faded squiggly
lines, only they were rising off of the buttocks instead of the underarms
and groin.

"Male Manifestation," Professor Wood said as he finished scratching the
words onto the board, "is the outward, externalized results of sex." He was
pacing the front of the room, his heavy black boots clomping on the
linoleum tiles. "I'm sure many of you have heard this before, but when a
Top..." He considered his use of words. "...tops for the very first time,
that is to say, when he loses his virginity, he begins to grow facial
hair. In fact, when a Top tops for the very first time, he begins to grow
body hair much thicker and much faster than he did prior to topping. Just
take a look around the room."

Professor Wood directed everyone's attention to everyone else. Tyler, along
with the other thirty boys in the room, took immediate note of the ones who
were sprouting facial hair. Mark Bailey, for one, had a dark chin-strap
that framed his squared jaw, and the shadow of day-old stubble peppered his
cheeks. In fact, about half the guys in the room were growing facial hair,
and it was quite obvious who they were. All of them...Tops. Some had
goatees, like Professor Wood, others had unkempt patches, and still, more
were in the process growing out full beards.

"Every male who grows facial hair has had sex," Professor Wood said, and a
heavy silence fell over the class.

Tyler eyed several of the guys with chin fuzz in the room. His gaze slid
over the guys with dark, prickly beard-stubble at the far end of the
room. Some had bristling, youthful beards. Some of them were really
good-looking. Others were downright hot!

Tyler felt a stirring in his groin and he brought his legs together, hoping
that he wasn't tenting his jeans.

"That's right," Wood went on. "Whenever you see a guy with facial hair, you
can bet that he's stuck his dick into a butthole. It's that simple. So all
you fellas in here who are growing chin fuzz and stubble, we all know where
your cock has been."

A percolating laugh took the room. Some of the jocks in the class hooted
and howled, proud of their goatees and what they stood for. Others sat with
small smirks and devious grins, quietly pleased with themselves. Still,
Tyler spied one or two who were blushing, clearly aware that their facial
hair was a dead give-away of where they've been putting their penises.

"Whenever a Top inserts his dick into a butt, there is a surge of
testosterone that is pumped straight from his testicles and into his
belly," Professor Wood explained. "The testosterone is then quickly
filtered into the Top's bloodstream through the intestines, and within a
few days, he begins to grow facial hair. It is the mark of sex. It is one
of the fundamental expressions of manhood, of dominance, of Tophood, and of
one's sexual activity. Men do not grow facial hair unless they've put their
penis into a butthole."

A hand was raised somewhere in the back of the room. Professor Wood called
on the inquirer.

"How come it's only when the penis goes into a butthole?" the boy
asked. "How come it's not caused from simple masturbation? Doesn't that
yield the same testosterone results?"

Wood nodded, as if understanding the boy's direction of thought.

"When a Top puts his dick into a Bottom's anus, he doesn't only leave a
mark on the Bottom--stretching the Bottom's sphincter, leaving traces of
his DNA inside the Bottom's body, or breeding the Bottom. But the Bottom
will also leave a mark on the Top." Wood stared out at thirty sets of eyes,
all staring back at him with fascination. "Every time you stick your cock
into a guy's ass," he went on, "you take on a bit of that guy's
essence. Does that make sense? Think about it, your cock is made of flesh
and muscle and blood. It is a porous organ, and because of that, it absorbs
much of the Bottom's DNA when inserted in the rectum. Think of a steak
marinating in seasoned juices."

Suddenly, the concept formed throughout the room with a fizzling "Ohhh."

"And so when the penis begins to soak up the traces of DNA found in a
Bottom's rectum, there is a chemical reaction in the Top's body. Thus, he
begins to grow facial hair."

Another hand went up.

"But there are a lot of Bottoms who have facial hair, too," the kid
said. Tyler recognized him from some of his other classes, but didn't
remember his name. "My sub-dad has a small goatee, and he's a Bottom. He
gave birth to me."

At the lectern, Professor Wood nodded.

"Yep," he said. "Many Bottoms have facial hair. In fact, several of my
friends who identify as Bottoms have fuller beards than I do. Don't forget,
though, just because you identify as a Bottom doesn't mean you've never put
your dick up another dude before. Right? It's statistically proven that
most men experiment with both positions on the binary, Top and Bottom,
before deciding which role they fall under naturally. About three out of
every four guys have both topped and bottomed by the age of twenty, which
means most men in the world grow facial hair." Wood glanced at their
textbook, thinking. "And for the record, it isn't only facial hair that
marks a Top's sex status. When a Top loses his virginity, he will also
start to have hairier armpits, fuller manes of pubic hair. Actually, the
increased dose of testosterone in a sexually active Top will give him more
body hair all around."

Struck with sudden curiosity, Wood gazed out at his students.

"Those of you who have facial hair," he said, knitting his brow, "are you
all Tops?"

There was a resounding affirmation among the guys in the room with hair on
their chins and upper lips, but one scruffy-faced guy in the third row
(Tyler guessed he was about nineteen) shook his head.

His name was Brett, and his jaw was blackened with five o'clock shadow.

"I'm a Bottom," Brett said.

"Are you?" Professor Wood said, genuinely intrigued. "And, clearly, you've
topped a guy before."

Brett nodded unashamedly.

"Yeah," he said. "One of my good buddies, a couple years ago. We took turns
topping each other, because we both wanted to experience the feeling of a
dick up our asses."

"And now both of you grow facial hair," Professor Wood said, finishing
Brett's thought for him.

"Yep, we sure do."

"I'm also guessing that both of you started growing thicker pit hair, leg
hair, belly hair, pubic hair..."

Brett nodded, and Wood looked up with a 'There You Have It' expression on
his face.

"As I'm sure most of you have realized by now," he started to say,
addressing the whole class, "that all of your dominant fathers grow facial
hair. Whether they have visible facial hair or not doesn't matter. Many
Tops choose to stay clean-shaven. But all of your dom-fathers are able to
grow facial hair, should they desire. They had to put their dick up your
sub-dads' butt in order to conceive you, didn't they?"

"So that's the mark for a Top who's had sex," Mark Bailey, front row,
said. "Facial hair."

"Yes."

"Is there a mark for a Bottom who's had sex?"

Professor Wood gave a modest nod, a restrained nod. "There is," he
said. "But it isn't always as obvious. When a Top has sex for the first
time, he begins to grow facial hair. Whether he likes it or not, everyone
knows that he's had sex. His friends, his teachers...his dads. But when a
Bottom has sex for the first time, the outward physicality is a
bit...different."

Wood flipped through some pages in the textbook, consulted his notes, and
turned to write something on the board. A few of the boys in the class
copied the notes down, Tyler included.

"Before we get too much further, I want to back-track a bit," he said,
clearing his throat. "Facial hair is the external expression of a male who
has topped another male. But before that happens, before a young Top loses
his virginity, there is an outward physicality that presents itself. This
also falls into the category of Male Manifestation. You see, during
puberty, a male will go through several stages of growth: the lowering of
the testicles, the growth of pubic and underarm hair, the deepening of the
voice, the increased padding of muscle, the boost in testosterone,
enlargement of the feet, et cetera." He was pacing the front of the room,
looking out at a sea of fascinated, eager eyes. "Our bodies have evolved
over thousands of years to reproduce, thus, carrying on the human
species. Men are sexual creatures, and our bodies have developed many ways
to...attract a mate. In the case of virgins--boys who haven't yet had
sexual intercourse--their bodies will naturally do things that qualify as
pre-sexual expression. For a virgin Top, his body knows when it is coming
into sexual maturity, and it knows that it needs to breed. After all, the
role of a Top is to provide the sperm. So his body will attempt to attract
a Bottom mate during sexual maturation, or puberty, by releasing a powerful
and seductive scent from specific glands in the body."

Professor Wood paused, thinking.

"Tops are usually bigger, stronger males," he said
carefully. "Historically, Tops have had to assume the role of the
protectors, given that Bottoms bear the children and are otherwise more
vulnerable to predators and enemies. Tops have had to develop larger
muscles and an all-around greater physicality, because they were most often
left with the task of defending their Bottom mates and their children, and
busy hunting and gathering. Therefore, the body of a Top evolved to be far
more dominant, far more masculine in nature. They release their pheramones
primarily from their groins and from their pits. It is the strongest scent
of masculinity--the smell of male groin and pits."

Tyler gave a sharp sideways glance to the guys on both sides of him. They
were leaned forward in their seats, or reclined back, contorted
slightly--pretty much doing everything in their power to conceal the fact
that they had raging hard-ons.

"So when there is a virgin Top," Wood carried on, "especially one who is
healthy and in his prime, he'll release a strong odor from both his
gential-region and his underarms. This smell is a very pleasant one...we've
all smelled it." Wood glanced up, watching as every head in the room
nodded, some mouths were drooling. "It's that sharp, musky male odor. In
fact, I can smell it coming off some of you right now. And for a Top who's
a virgin, it is almost five times as strong. Their testicles and their
armpits are, literally, trying to seduce the Bottoms nearby...trying to
intoxicate the Bottoms so much so that they bend over, allowing the Tops to
breed them."

Tyler's eyes drifted south, to Professor Wood's crotch. There was something
substantial behind those folds of cloth and denim...something powerful, and
manly. For a long time, he lost himself in a testosterone-fueled daydream,
imagining what it would be like if Professor Wood were to slip inside
him...all the way inside, balls-deep. He imagined what it would be like to
bear Wood's children, to start a family, to be his Bottom boy, his husband,
his most treasured joy.

"With a virgin Bottom," Wood said, and Tyler snapped back to reality, "a
potent scent is released from the anus. After all, Bottoms are trying to
attract a Top mate. Their life purpose is to bear children...to be 'bred.'
The longer a Bottom delays in having sex, the stronger and more irresitible
his anal scent becomes." Wood smiled softly, inwardly, thinking back on a
personal memory. "This is why most Bottoms end up pregnant before the age
of twenty-five. In the end, their bodies simply give them away by releasing
this scent. I'm sure most of the Tops in the here can attest to the smell
I'm referring to."

A brooding Top named Clive Hobbes spoke up from the back. "It's frustrating
as hell!" he said. Everyone turned to look at him. "I mean, we're not
allowed to fuck our classmates, but we have to sit in classrooms with them
all day, smelling their assholes and doing our best to keep our boners
under control. Stupid, if you ask me. I should be able to put a baby in any
Bottom boy who crosses my path, if his butt's going to smell like that!"

Wood's expression was calm and understanding. "It's hard for guys who
identify as Tops," he said, nodding. "I'm certainly no hero
myself. Clearly, I couldn't help it when one of my own students came to me
for some homework advice a few years ago, and now he and I have a baby.

"Was it the smell of his ass that drove you to fuck him?" one boy in the
front row asked.

Wood nodded, matter-of-factly. "It was. He was very cute, too. What can I
say? When the temptation came, I couldn't resist. Sometimes nature has a
way of getting the better of us," he said plainly. "But I wouldn't change
it. Not even if I could. Andrew and I have a beautiful baby boy, and both
of them are my family now. They mean the world to me."

He returned to the board.

"Anyway," he said, clearing his throat, "enough of that. Let's get back to
today's lesson. Where were we? Oh right. A virgin Top emits a scent from
his pits and groin, a virgin Bottom emits a scent from his anus. When a Top
loses his virginity, his penis absorbs traces of the Bottom--on a very
microscopic level, of course. There's an increase of testosterone in the
Top's body, and he begins to grow facial hair. Now, when a Bottom loses his
virginity, the outward expression is less apparent than a Top's sex-mark of
facial hair, but there is still a tell. The scent of his butt will
dwindle--it will become less overbearing--given that he no longer needs to
attract a mate."

"I fuck my boyfriend all the time," said a beefy guy in the middle of the
classroom. His name was Jared Hawthorne; Tyler knew him from gym
class. "And his ass stinks something fierce!"

Laughter spread through the class like a wildfire.

"No, seriously," Jared said, "his ass stinks. Doesn't make me wanna fuck
him any less. The hell do I care if my cock smells like butthole
afterwards? Actually, I sorta like the smell of his butt on my dick, to be
honest. But the scent isn't gone, now that he's lost his virginity."

"There's a difference between the smell of a man's butt," Wood said, "and
the pheramones that are released from a man's anus. Butts smell the way
butts smell, there's no doubt about that. Sure, with proper hygeine the
smell can be...lessened, but there's still going to be a trace of
butt-smell, always. Personally, I love it, too. Just like you, Jared. That
fleshy, manly musk. In fact, many Tops love the smell. It's delicious!" He
flashed a wicked grin at them and winked. Several in the class, Tyler
included, sniggered. "But the potent scent I was referring to earlier is
not exactly the typical butt-smell. I mean, we're all guys here, and we all
have butts. Let's face it, they all stink! But a Bottom's anal glands do
something a bit...fancier. When he's a virgin, they release a concentrated
sex pheramone. Yes, it smells similar to bare ass, but it's laced with
something else that drives Tops wild. Testosterone. When the Bottom loses
his virginity, his anal glands no longer need to produce the scent...at
least, not as heavily. Instead, the glands resort to their intended task,
which is to lubricate the anus during intercourse."

"Is that why Tops have smelly dicks?" asked Ryan Henderson, fourth
row. "Because they fuck assholes--literally?"

A resounding laugh echoed.

Even Wood smiled. "It sure is," he said, puffing his chest out, proud. "At
least, that's the case with me."

The class laughed again, and the laughter was subdued only by the ringing
of the bell. Tyler stayed in his chair while everyone else packed their
things and stampeded for the door. He was thinking about how badly he
wanted to add his own scent to Professor Wood's dick. That, and he was
certain that if he stood up just then, the large bulge at his groin would
be impossible to cover up.

A heavy hand clapped him on the back.

"You coming?" It was Aiden, peering down at Tyler with a large, goofy grin.

"Right behind you," Tyler said, and his eyes flicked over to Professor
Wood, who was giving Jared Hawthorne some remarks on his latest essay.

Aiden shrugged and filed out into the hallway with the rest of the class,
joining the current of male-induced noise and energy that swept through
like a freight train.

Tyler waited patiently (yet eagerly) until Jared Hawthorne finished
occupying Professor Wood's attention before gathering his books and
starting for the door. Funnily enough (or perhaps just as he planned) he
nearly collided with Professor Wood as they both went to exit the room.

A sharp glance was exchanged between them.

"Mr. Lewis," Professor Wood said. "I've been meaning to tell you that your
last paper was excellent."

"Oh, thanks!"

"You're a good writer. Better than most your age."

"Well, I've been taking Mr. Koptin's Advanced English classes for a couple
years now. So...I better be."

They shared a small laugh.

"Studying Literature, huh?"

Tyler nodded.

"I was always more of a Science guy, personally. Never did grasp the art of
good writing."

"It's a skill to be learned like any other," Tyler said, feeling his cheeks
burn with blush. He opened his mouth again, as if to say more, and he truly
believed he meant to say more, but nothing came. He instead found his eyes
running over Professor Wood's body like hot water, streaming down the man's
every contour, every crevasse and curve. His mouth filled with saliva, and
somewhere between his legs, his flaccid penis twitched with a swell of hot
blood.

"Have a good one," Professor Wood said. He gave Tyler a firm, resolute
nod. It was the sort of nod that put an end to conversations and sent
people on their way.

Tyler took a small step back, allowing Professor Wood to pass, and when the
man was out of earshot, he let out a deep, morbid sigh.

What the hell was he thinking? What did he possibly expect? Professor Wood
was a happily engaged man. And he was a father, for fuck's sake! Not to
mention, he was Tyler's teacher, and breaching the teacher-student
relationship with sex was not only frowned upon (though, it happened more
frequently than one might expect), but it was very often considered a
serious matter, one that put the teacher's job on the line. Three years
ago, when it first came out that Professor Wood had knocked up Andrew
Dixon, who was his student at the time, the whole school district was put
on probation. Fortunately, Andrew Dixon was not a minor, and very soon they
were engaged to be married , which sort of swept the whole mess under the
rug. But still!

Tyler felt like a complete fool.

Shoulders slumped and head bowed, he stepped out of the room, on to his
next class.

--

The onset of puberty was one of the most enjoyable, and at the same time,
one of the most painful times in Tyler's life.

A month before his twelfth birthday, Tyler noticed his first pubic hair. It
was a thin, curly brown strand sprouting from the base of his penis, right
where his shaft connected with his pelvis. It shined like silk chocolate in
the dim lamplight of his bedroom--a glistening brown root. It was the first
of its kind. A precious treasure.

Tyler was very proud of his first pubic hair. The instant he discovered it,
he sprung a raging hard-on and had an immediate impulse to call Aiden and
Bryan--his two closest friends--to report the good news. At the time, both
Aiden and Bryan were well on their way to manhood, too. Their armpits were
beginning fuzz-over, and both of them had ballsacks prickly with male
fur. Granted, Aiden and Bryan were nearly a year older than Tyler, but even
so, Tyler was beginning to feel like a late-bloomer at the time, given that
all he had to show for himself was a bald scrotum and hairless
underarms. But on that fateful day, he started catching up with his
buddies.

In this world of men, boys are quick to show their private parts to each
other, even as young as five and six years old. Most of the first sexual
experiences in a man's life are with his friends, many times as early as
eleven or twelve, and in most cases, puberty is often an unspoken
competition among friends--a sort of chummy race into sexual maturity.

Fathers traditionally try to set their sons up with good-natured friends
early on, knowing full-well that when their sons reach puberty, they will
be fervently exploring their bodies...and the bodies of their friends. In
fact, many fathers encourage such behavior. In this world of men, sexuality
is rarely something to be ashamed of. It's rarely something to be
privatized and censored and covered-up. Instead, sexuality is far more open
and freely expressed. They are all, after all, warm-blooded males.

So on the day Tyler discovered his first pube, he had the greatest urge to
shout it from a high mountain top. Before he had the chance to pick up the
phone and dial either Aiden or Bryan's number, however, he ran into his
older brother, Steve, who he shared a bedroom with.

Steve was fourteen at the time, and in the thick of puberty. He was the
eldest of the Lewis brothers (which consisted of Steve, Tyler, and their
youngest brother, Jimmy) and took after their father as far as body-builds
went. Yes, with just a glance it was clear that Steve was broad chested and
had the shoulder-span of a bull, just as their father had. And even though
Steve was only fourteen, there was hardly a trace of boyhood in him. He
was, in every way, a young man.

Even his chin was sprouting the first prickles of facial hair. Hmmm...

"Hey Steve, check it out," Tyler said. "My first pube!"

He bounded over to his brother, balls flapping wildly between his legs, and
drew Steve's attention to the brown hair curling directly over his
shaft. His brother, who was one of those protective-older-brother-types,
gazed down at Tyler's evidence of manhood and smiled.

"Way to go, Ty!" he said, slapping him hard on the back. "It's the same
color as mine."

Tyler knew this, of course.

Because they shared a bedroom, and because everyone in their household
slept naked, Tyler had seen a great deal of Steve's nakedness over the
years. At the ripe and tender age of fourteen, Steve's underarms were heavy
with growth, and his boy parts had begun to resemble their father's. So
much so that it was uncanny.

Their dominate father, Bill, was the largest of all the Lewis guys, which
was typical for the average nuclear male family. Dominate fathers were
usually bigger in, well, just about everything. Body size, foot size, ass
size, cock size. And Bill fit that description. However, their submissive
father, Ted, was who Tyler and his younger brother, Jimmy, took
after. While Bill was broadly structured and sturdy, Ted was slender and
lithe. Both men were well into their forties and past their prime, but it
was clear that when they were younger, they were studs.

As was the case with their three boys.

Steve--solid and tall--was a studly lumberjack-in-the-making. Then
Tyler--trim and boyish--was growing up to be the ideal Bottom-husband, and
for many guys, he was the 'dream' bearer of their children. And finally
Jimmy--slim and hyper-active, and the youngest of the Lewis brothers--was
well on his way to being the pass-around Bottom at every frat party at
St. Ben's Academy.

In their bedroom, Tyler stood before his older brother, beaming.

"Do you think you can teach me how to masturbate now?" he asked, eager to
grow up, eager for his sexuality.

Scratching the fuzz on his chin, Steve stared down at him and grinned.

Little did Tyler know at the time, but Steve had just returned from Alex
Trebec's house (a good buddy of his). He had accidentally gotten Alex
pregnant, and neither of them knew it yet. Yes, at the age of fourteen,
Steve had already sewn his seed and was well on his way to fatherhood.

"Let's wait for a few more hairs to grow on it," he said, giving Tyler's
package a playful, tender squeeze. "Then I'll teach you, I promise."

A month later, for Tyler's twelfth birthday, Steve stayed up late with him
in their bedroom, showing him all the greatest porn websites and hottest
chatrooms. Though Tyler had already seen much of what his brother was
showing him (boys discover internet porn very early on in life) he never
interrupted the brotherly lesson. It was one of the greatest nights of
Tyler's life when Steve gave him a thorough, in-depth exposure to the world
of sex. And then, after hours and hours of images of bare ass, of dangling
ballsacks, of gaping anuses and erect dicks sliding in and out of
cum-dripping sphincters, of kicking feet, of moaning men, of fisting and
BDSM and blowjobs and gang-bangs, Tyler was on the cusp of bursting.

That night, Steve took hold of Tyler's stiff, twitching cock (the first and
only time his brother had ever touched him so intimately) and jacked him
off. In all reality, Tyler lasted maybe five or six strokes before he was
spewing a hot white load all over his belly and his brother's hand, but it
had been the most thrilling, life-changing sensation. He couldn't believe
how good it felt to ejaculate! To orgasm! Sure, Tyler had had plenty of wet
dreams before, and yes, they always felt nice. But having Steve jack him
off on the eve of his twelfth birthday...damn. There was nothing like it.

"Happy birthday, little bro," Steve said once Tyler's cock slumped over,
exhausted.

"Wow," Tyler remembered saying. He was breathing heavy, nearly
moaning. "Thanks, Steve."

"Don't mention it. Now you know how to take care of yourself when you need
to."

After that, Steve pulled out his cock, which dwarfed Tyler's in size, and
jerked himself off while staring fixedly at a picture of a teen boy being
bored into by a Daddy Top. And then both brothers were milked, relieved,
and spent. They climbed into their bunks and Tyler had the greatest sleep
of his life.

Of course, the thrill of discovering his sexuality under the watchful eye
of his older brother didn't last. The very next day, Steve learned that he
and his buddy, Alex, were expecting fathers. Alex had just returned from
the doctor's office and had the sonogram to prove it. In short, Bill and
Ted were not exactly thrilled that they were about to be granddads, and
Steve was not only grounded, but he was forced into fatherhood.

Nine months later, Alex squeezed his and Steve's son out his ass, and
suddenly the two of them were daddies. Three days later, Alex moved into
the Lewis home with the baby. Specifically, he moved into the bedroom with
Steve, so that the young family could be together. Tyler relocated to
Jimmy's bedroom, which was smaller, and snugger, and tighter, and missed
rooming with his older brother constantly. For a while, though, it worked
out well. Alex was a cute, nice boy and respected Steve a hell of a lot. He
fit in well with the Lewis family, and their house was always rich with
male energy and laughter. But a year later, Steve moved into an apartment
with Alex and their son, with some financial help from both sets of
granddads, of course. He dropped out of the Academy, took a job at their
dad's construction firm, and started a life with Alex and Peter, their son.

Now, at eighteen, Tyler was the eldest brother in the Lewis household. He
saw Steve only on holidays, and the occassional "I just stopped by to drop
off such-and-such-a-thing, or I'm here to pick up such-and-such-a-thing."
And what could he do about it? Steve was a father now, and though he and
Alex weren't married, he was essentially a husband, too. He was responsible
for his family, and they kept him busy. And, as Tyler learned just last
week, he and Alex were expecting again.

It was no wonder Tyler longed for a stable Top in his life. The one Top he
had had a close relationship with was Steve, and that relationship was cut
short. Now, Tyler was practically drooling over every Top he came
across. Professor Wood was all he could think about lately. But, of course,
that was a dead-end. And two years ago, there had been Coach Parker of the
Academy's baseball team. No, Tyler never played baseball, but he had taken
one of Coach Parker's history classes, and he was a damn good history
student. Needless to say, Coach Parker saw a great deal of academic
potential in Tyler and the two of them formed a fairly solid
teacher-student relationship because of it.

Naturally, Coach Parker had a husband.

Fuck.

Tyler was eighteen and in the height of sexual development. He was ready to
be a dad, if only the right man were to come along and put a kid in him. He
didn't have ambitious career goals. He knew what he wanted to be, and the
job market for copywriters and editors was wide open. He didn't need to
continue with his education--he was only doing so because he didn't have a
man to serve or a son to raise. More than anything, Tyler wanted to be
somebody's Bottom-husband, somebody's submissive dad. He wanted the cute
little house with the picket-white fence and the baby cradle and the dog
and the man who comes home from work everyday and wraps his arms around him
and kisses him, loves him...owns him. He wanted to be bred, he wanted to
have his body ravaged by a strong, confident Top, one who would take care
of him and their child.

It was all instinctual, Tyler supposed. Something written in his DNA. As a
Bottom, his body was telling him to bear children. Everyday, his anus was
beginning to yearn for cock more and more. Often, his rectum would buzz
with phantom orgasms (Bottoms are capable or orgasming in their rectums
during intercourse with a Top), and his prostate would burn with a raging,
all-consuming fire that caused his butthole to twitch and his cock to
drool. Classic signs of a Bottom who needed to be bred.

And Tyler NEEDED to be bred.

In fact, he didn't know how much longer he could take the tortorue of not
having a cock in his ass. It was beginning to claw at him from the inside
out. His body was meant to be dominated, penetrated...and it was all he
could do to keep from pulling his pants down and bending over for the first
Top he came across in the hallway.

--

Biology was not Tyler's strongest subject, but he enjoyed the class
anyway. Except for today. Today was pure agony.

His penis was erect and not-so-inconspicuously tucked into the wasteband of
his jeans, and his anus was pulsing hungrily somewhere between his
lightly-fuzzed butt cheeks. In short, Tyler was horny. And not just the
ordinary type of horny that arrests all males from time to time, but the
exceptionally painful horny that comes when your body is desperately,
lustily craving cock.

He couldn't bring himself to focus on the day's lesson. What was worse: he
felt that he was being watched.

Tyler glanced over his shoulder to find a pair of dark, rapacious eyes
burning into him. It was a guy sitting roughly ten seats away, at his
eight-o'clock. Tyler looked at the guy for what seemed a very long,
drawn-out couple of seconds, and the guy just stared right back at him,
unrepentent, unashamed. In fact, there was something carnal in his gaze.

Tyler gulped and forced his eyes back to the front of the classroom, where
their professor was pacing the blackboard, talking about chloroplast and
stuff.

Did that really just happen? he thought to himself. Was that guy staring at
me? ME?

For several minutes he busied himself by taking diligent notes, afraid that
if he looked over his shoulder again, even just a glance, he'd find those
eyes branding him like a hot cattle prod. But after a while, he couldn't
help himself. He couldn't get the image of those two dark eyes out of his
head.

A sharp, sideways glance did the trick. He was able to steal a look at the
guy, who was now scribbling something down on a notepad.

Immediately, Tyler could see that the guy was tall. He was hunched over in
his desk chair, which hardly sustained him. He couldn't even fit his knees
underneath the desk. They were pushed out to the side, forcing him to sit
in a somewhat contorted way. He was dark-featured, scruffy, and had a
healthy padding of muscle on his chest and arms and gut. No, he wasn't
ripped, but he was certainly developed, certainly strong...certainly tough.

All in all, the guy wasn't half bad looking. In fact, he was quite
handsome! He had a corn-fed, country-boy thing going on. A square jaw, a
gruff five-o'clock shadow, and those smoldering eyes that had nearly made
Tyler's heart skip a beat. And judging by the look of his enormous hands
and feet, Tyler guessed he had wrangled a few cattle in his day. Maybe
castrasted a few steer.

Before Tyler had the chance to maintain his dignity by looking away, the
dark pair of eyes flicked up again, ensnaring him in their trap.

Tyler's heart quickened and he felt a rush of adrenaline straight into his
belly. But right before he returned his gaze to the blackboard, certain
that he'd humiliated himself, the guy crumpled up the piece of paper he'd
been writing on and tossed in into Tyler's lap with the skill and grace of
a trained basketball player.

Tyler, struck numb by some invisible force, looked down at the wad of paper
resting on his crotch. For a long time he didn't move. He just stared at
it, unsure what to make of it, unsure how to feel. He looked up, looked
around, trying to see if anyone else had seen the ball of paper sail
overhead. But, much to his relief, all heads were down, buried in textbooks
or taking diligent notes.

Was he being bullied by this guy? Was this the guy's trash, and was Tyler
the victim of some mid-biology classroom harassment?

No. That was stupid. Tyler shook the thought from his head and grabbed the
wad of paper.

As quietly as he could, he uncrumpled it, careful not to attract the
professor's attention. And there, written in blue ink, was a series of
numbers. Though there were no hyphens grouping the numbers together, Tyler
could only assume it was the guy's phone number. He half-turned, shooting
the guy a curious look, but was only met with a mischievously clever grin.

The gears in Tyler's head were grinding, and after a few seconds, he
reached into his pocket and dug out his phone. He strategically positioned
himself so that the professor could not see him plucking away at the keypad
on his screen, and he typed in the number.

The second he put the contact info in, he sent a text.

:THIS IS YOUR NUMBER?

Discreetly, Tyler glanced over his shoulder. The guy was on his phone
now. Surprise, surprise. And tapping away at the screen.

> SURE IS

Tyler's heart was beating fast against his chest, but steadily. His armpits
were sweating, and his penis was stirring with a warm, toasty fire. He
didn't know why.

:WHY WERE YOU STARING?

Tyler sent the text and resumed his note-taking. Within twenty seconds, he
got a response.

>UR PRETTY

Were the classroom not illuminated with sickly flourescent lights, it would
have been all too obvious that Tyler was blushing. His cheeks were hot with
blood, and his stomach was buzzing with excitement. His heart drummed, his
cock sprang to life, and deep within his bowels, his guts were sizzling
with that yearning, craving lust.

:THANKS

>NAME?

:TYLER

:YOU?

>LEO

Tyler glanced back at the guy, who continued to eye him. There was
something predatory about the way he looked at Tyler, something
almost...vicious. Then again, he was grinning the whole time.

:NICE TO 'MEET' YOU, LEO

>YOU TOO, CUTIE

Now Tyler was smiling. He couldn't help it. Somewhere beneath the folds of
denim at his crotch, his cock was rising to life.

:THANKS

>NO PROB

>BOYFRIEND?

:NOPE

>INTERESTING

"This process is called, of course, photosynthesis," said the professor
from the blackboard. "You all remember that term from last year, I hope..."

>LOOKING FOR A BOYFRIEND?

:I GUESS

>COOL

>WHAT YOU DOIN AFTER CLASS?

:NO PLANS

:WHATRE YOU DOIN AFTER CLASS?

>YOU

Tyler's heart was a hammer at this point. No, a sledgehammer. His pits were
sweating so profusely that he was sure it was showing on his shirt. His
anus pinched tight shut. And if his cock wasn't hard before, it was now. He
could even feel his underwear growing damp with sweat from his groin

Suddenly, a familiar scent drifted into his nose. He was beginning to
release large waves of pheramones, from his pits, from his groin...from his
ass. He was sexually stimulated, whether he liked it or not. And the boys
who were immediately surrounding him were beginning to pick up on the
scent.

Tyler looked to both sides, and saw Kevin Held and Roy Flandall's nostrils
flaring. Roy looked over at Tyler and gave him a slightly curious smirk.

Tyler returned to the conversation on his phone. Leo had sent him a new
text.

>I CAN SMELL YOU FROM HERE

Tyler's heart nearly fell into his stomach. Leo was easily ten feet away
from him, and still, his scent was apparent.

Doing his best to keep calm, Tyler went to reply.

:I KNOW, ITS STRONG

>BUT DELICIOUS

:YOURE MAKING ME HARD!

>I KNOW

Tyler went back to jotting down the notes from the blackboard, but who was
he kidding? He was into this. He was into Leo...at least, he thought he
was. He picked up his phone again, doing his best to clamp his butt cheeks
together to keep his scent from spreading too much, and typed.

:BASTARD

>YUP

>IM THE MOST RUTHLESS S.O.B YOULL EVER MEET

Tyler smiled. He looked up at the blackboard, decided that nothing was
worth writing down, and went back to his phone.

:SO WERE YOU SERIOUS EARLIER? ABOUT DOIN ME?

>YEAH

Tyler swallowed hard. He couldn't believe it. Just this morning he'd been
going crazy because he had no Top prospects, and now, one was on the prowl
for him, hunting him, almost against his will.

A shiver ran up his spine, and his anus pulsed with excitement.

>I WANNA BE A DADDY, AND YOURE GONNA HAVE MY BABY

There was a shortness of breath followed by an almost choking, gasping
feeling that caught in his throat. Tyler felt a flurry of butterflies in
his belly, then again in his lower abdomen. Something wild was happening
deep in his groin. His testicles were buzzing with energy, his penis was as
stiff as a bamboo chute. And all along his fuzzy taint, a tingling
sensation crept through the bramble of the pubic hair that bridged the gap
between his scrotum and his anus. It circled down on his butthole and
bloomed with something very much like fire.

:BUT YOU DONT EVEN KNOW ME

>DOESNT MATTER

>YOURE CUTE, YOURE A BOTTOM, IM GONNA MAKE YOU MINE

Tyler looked back at Leo, and Leo's eyes were like molten lava. Hot and
deadly serious.

The sexual tension between them was thick, and by this point, it was unable
to be severed. Tyler had been downed by the lion, and there was nothing he
could do. He was soon to be devoured by the beast.

>DONT WORRY, ILL TAKE CARE OF YOU

:NOT WORRIED, JUST A LITTLE CAUGHT OFF GUARD

>THATS OKAY

>HOW BOUT WE GRAB A BITE TO EAT AFTER CLASS, AND WELL TALK THIS ALL OUT

:OKAY

Outwardly, Tyler exhibited nothing but upright studentship. He was taking
notes, he was looking at the professor, following along in his
book. Inside, he was a firework show of nerves.

--

They met in the cafeteria after class and took the booth in the very
back. Leo bought each of them a bottle of water and a plate of fries to
snack on. Tyler dug in, he was starved.

"I'm not really sure what to say here," Tyler said with a mouthful of
fries. He glanced up into Leo's dark eyes, intimidated.

"You don't need to say anything."

Leo sat across the table from him, watching him with with a cunning
gaze. It was as if Leo hadn't eaten in days...and Tyler was a giant slab of
raw meat.

"What do you mean I don't need to say anything?" Tyler said. "Of course I
do. You just told me you were going to put a baby in me, and I don't even
know the first thing about you. I think that warrants a comment or two."

Leo grinned. "Gee, I hope our kid doesn't talk as much as you do."

Swallowing a mouthful of fries, Tyler narrowed his eyes on him. "What makes
you so confident that I'd let you fuck me anyway? You act as though its
already been decided, and it hasn't."

"It has."

"How so?"

"Because I decided," he said. "The moment I walked into class today, I
thought to myself, Damn, I really wanna be a daddy...and I want a Bottom
boy to come live with me, and I want to take care of him, and raise our
son...perhaps two or three sons." He mirrored Tyler's stare, grinned
slyly. "Then I saw you."

Tyler gaped. "But like I said, you don't know the first thing about me."

"I know that you're cute as hell," Leo said. "I know that I can't resist
your scent. I know that you're smart, and healthy, and that I never wanted
to stick my dick into a butt as much as I want do stick it in yours."

"You're basing that off seeing me once, in class, from ten seats away!"

Leo gave him a look. "I've been eyeing you since the beginning of the
semester, kiddo. I'm not being impulsive here."

Were Leo not as handsome as he was, Tyler might have been weirded out by
the statement. Leo matched the profile of a class-A stalker, hands
down. But Tyler was strangely unfazed by it. There was something about
Leo's nature. Sure, Tyler felt like he was being preyed upon, but it
felt...good. It felt...right. He trusted Leo, strange as it seemed. There
was something about Leo's confidence, something about his swagger,
something about his rhetoric. It was as if he already knew he had Tyler in
the bag, and Tyler was comfortable in going along with it.

"But I still don't know anything about you," Tyler said, smirking.

"Name's Leonardo Keller, six-foot-three, two hundred five pounds, I bench
two-eighty, study auto-mechanics and business, have one older brother, two
younger brothers, fathers are divorced, dog-lover, video-game-lover,
favorite color is gray, and I want to fuck your ass, take care of you, make
you my baby, and be a daddy." Leo's dark eyes stayed on Tyler the whole
time. He flashed a large, toothy smile when he finished. It was...charming.

Tyler laughed. "An impressive resume, I guess."

"Anything else you wanna know?"

In between Tyler's legs, his cock was so swollen, it hurt. He could feel
his prostate tingling with desire deep inside him.

Tyler shrugged. "How do I know I can trust you?"

"You don't."

"Exactly. There's no way for me to know you won't fuck me, knock me up, and
then disappear, leaving me with your kid."

Across the table from him, Leo nodded. "It's a risk on your part, for
sure."

"So explain to me why I'm taking this risk then."

Leo grinned. "You not taking any risk, kiddo. It's happening to you,
whether you like it or not. All you can do is hope that I end up being a
good guy."

It couldn't have been any plainer. Leo was going to fuck Tyler, with or
without Tyler's permission.

At his groin, Tyler's cock was drooling.

"Aren't you being a bit...over-confident here? I mean, to think that I'm
going to bend over for you just because you tell me to is pretty bold
thinking."

Leo tilted his head, shrugged. "Maybe. A little. But I'm an over-confident,
arrogant sonabitch. Always have been, always will be."

"And that makes you a desirable Top and a desirable father?"

"It does."

"How so?"

"Because where some men lack the confidence to take care and protect their
families, I don't," Leo said. "I know who I am, and I present myself
completely, transparently, to everyone. I don't bullshit people with slimy
language games and small talk. I get right to it. I know what I want, and
what I'm capable of handling. And right now, I know that I want to own
you. I can handle you, kiddo. Believe me. I want to be your man. I want you
to be my Bottom. I want you to bear my sons, and I want to take care of you
and our kids."

Leo smiled, and it was the sort of smile that can break a guy's
heart. Tyler melted a little when he saw it. It was a knowing, handsome
smile, lined with rows of white square teeth and luscious lips framed with
brown whiskers. There was something distinctly masculine about his smile,
something even adorable about it. Yes, underneath Leo's rough, cocky
exterior was a playful boy, one who didn't take life too seriously, and who
had no doubt assumed the role of class-clown growing up.

Yes, Tyler was becoming putty in his hands.

"I've fucked a lot of boys," Leo went on. "A lot. And my cock smells like
it, so good luck when I make you suck it later," he said, grinning. "But
I've never once looked at a boy and thought to myself: fuck, I want to make
him mine...right now...today...and I can't possibly go through life without
making him have my children."

What could Tyler say? Leo was just as plain-spoken and up front as he said
he was. It was bold, maybe abrasive, and certainly unusual. But damn, Tyler
couldn't ignore the fact that he was seeping through his underwear. His
anus was pulsing wildly between his ass cheeks, yearning...craving.

"So go ahead and finish eating," Leo told him, "take a drink of water--it's
important to stay hydrated when you're about to have sex--and then I'll
take you over to my place and put a bun in your oven."

Heart pounding, cock throbbing, belly churning, Tyler was sold!

--

After leaving the cafeteria, Tyler and Leo walked across campus
together. The day was bright, was sunny. There was hardly a cloud in the
sky. St. Ben was a big school with a lush, wide open campus, so the two of
them ended up walking for nearly two miles.

Tyler was under Leo's arm the whole way.

It was as though they had been going steady for months by the way Leo
touched him, held him. It was the most natural feeling for Tyler to be
there under Leo's wing as they strolled. Leo was signaling to everyone that
Tyler was his property now, and for Tyler, it was the greatest, most
exhilarating feeling.

His insides were abuzz with sexual energy.

"I have a decent-sized townhouse a few blocks south of St. Ben," Leo told
him as they waited for the light at the crosswalk. "You can move in first
thing tomorrow."

With his cock fully erect, Tyler smiled. "You don't have any roommates?"

Leo shook his head. "Nah, it's just me. Had a roommate for a few months
last summer. He's was a good guy, but ended up getting his boyfriend
pregnant right as the semester started. They're living somewhere in the
city now."

"Oh," Tyler said, thinking. "A townhouse, you say. How can you afford that
and go to school at the same time?"

Leo shot him a clever look. "I work, of course."

"Still, a townhouse is pretty expensive for a full-time student."

"I'm a software engineer for Zues Manufacturing," Leo said. "Trust me, I
can afford it."

"Holy shit, a software engineer?" Tyler was clearly surprised by
this. "What the hell are you doing at St. Ben's then, if you have a job
like that?"

"St. Ben's is where all the Bottom boys are at. I enrolled this year in
order to sniff one out," Leo said plainly. He shot another sharp, clever
look at him. "And I found you."

Tyler grinned, blushed hotly. "Okay, okay, so you found me," he said. "Are
you going to keep going to classes now that you're mission's been
accomplished?"

"Nah, I'll withdraw in the next couple of weeks, I suppose," Leo
said. "After all, I'm going to need to take care of you. Help move you into
the house, breed you until you're good and pregnant, feed you, nourish you
with plenty of morning protein shakes..."

"Protein shakes?"

"Yep." Leo reached down and jiggled the contents of his groin. "The baby'll
need a good helping of protein everyday."

Tyler laughed, Leo tightened his grip on Tyler's shoulders, pulling him in
close and snug.

"Like I said," Leo continued, "I'm gonna take care of you, kiddo. You and
the baby, both. You're mine now. So from here on out, I'm the one who'll
watch over you, and our kids. Understand? I'm your provider."

Tyler moved with a shiver that traveled along his spine. He felt the pouch
of his underwear growing damp with pre-cum. Somewhere deep in his anus, a
fiery sensation warmed him, tickled him. His heart beat joyously.

--

"Here we are," Leo said, pushing the door open. "Home sweet home."

Tyler stepped inside, looked up and around. It was a well-lit home with
large windows and vaulted ceilings. A small, carpeted staircase led up to a
modest loft that overlooked the kitchen and the living room. The master
bed, Tyler guessed, was somewhere further back.

In a quick survey of the house, Tyler was able to pick up on Leo's tastes,
his standards of living, and quite a bit of his character. The floors were
hard wood, although there were plenty of rugs laid out to give the place a
warmer, cozier feel. A 55" flat screen marked the center of the living
room, and it was surrounded by cozy thrift-store-style couches and chairs,
folded blankets and tastefully selected pillows and throws. An Xbox and a
PS3 sat on the shelves of the entertainment system, and a proper collection
of Blu-Rays colored the bookshelf in the corner.

Mostly, the place was clean and uncluttered, sans a few dirty dishes in the
sink, a pair of unfolded jeans draped over the barstool at the kitchen
counter, and a couple pairs of shoes kicked off in random places after a
long day at work. It was, all in all, a typical guys' apartment. The walls
were painted earthy grays and browns, and it smelled of deodorant, dirty
jockstraps, socks, and the faintest traces of cologne.

Tyler didn't even realize he was grinning ear to ear.

"Come on," Leo said, gesturing for him to follow him toward the back of the
house. "I'll show you our bedroom."

Tyler trailed after Leo through the living, through the kitchen, and into a
small hallway that held a a stacked washer and dryer unit and coat
closet. The house was definitely compact, but it still provided a good deal
of space. Certainly enough for two people.

In the master bedroom, a king sized bed waited for them. It took up the
majority of the space, but it sat low to the ground, which gave the room a
feeling of openness. Two floor-to-ceiling windows flanked the bed, allowing
for ample sunlight to stream through, and a modest dresser sat on the
oppostie wall. There was a walk-in closet that proved much larger than
Tyler expected, and a second, sliding-door closet, which was, at the
moment, completely vacant.

The master bathroom came without a door, and Tyler guessed Leo had
something to do with that. It looked as if there had once been hinges on
the doorway, but now it was just sanded down and open, free for anyone to
walk in and out of at any time. Still, the master bathroom was like a
private bathhouse. There was an enormous shower and a jacuzzi tub. Two
sinks. A vanity.

For being such a compact space, Leo's townhouse had an extraordinary amount
of room.

"So," Leo said, leaning cross-armed in the doorway, "what d'ya think,
kiddo?"

"I love it," Tyler said. "It's a really nice place you've got here."

"It's your place now."

Tyler shot him a look. Blushed.

Leo grinned--salaciously, hungrily. His eyes were just as predatory as
before. Just as cunning.

"So..." Tyler started to say. "...uh..." He felt his words catch in his
throat. "Wh-where would we, you know, put the baby?" He felt his heart
flutter up again. It was beating strong and fast, his almost lost his
breath. "I mean--" He cleared his throat. "--this place only has one
bedroom."

Leo glanced back over his shoulder, to the corner of the bedroom.

"I'll set up the crib over there," he said casually. "When the kid gets too
old to sleep in the same room as his daddies, we can set him up in the
loft. That is, if we decide we still want to stay in this house. I'm open
to moving into a bigger place before too much longer. Especially since I
plan on having three or four little ones running around."

Tyler gave him a sassy look. "Three or four?"

"Yep." Leo grinned and gave Tyler's lower belly a firm pat. "I'm gonna fill
you up, kiddo."

Tyler nodded, thinking fast.

Shit, this was really happening to him. He could feel his palms and the
bottoms of his feet start to sweat. Leo was going to fuck him any moment
now...and knock him up! He was about to become someone's Bottom...finally,
at last! He was about to be a father!

Just as he was thinking it, Leo moved toward him. It was only a step at
first, a slow, casual slide into him. The smell of Leo's salty breath and
the heat of his body rose up into Tyler's face. He felt every inch of his
skin tingle and prickle with electricity. His heart thumped excitedly in
his chest.

Leo had an earthy musk about him, one that suggested he didn't wear a great
deal of deodorant, but still bathed regularly. Still, Tyler found the smell
intoxicating. It was a raw, masculine scent. The smell of
testosterone-fueled sweat, male pheramones...a ripe pair of underwear.

"You're whole life's about to change," Leo said.

He slid a large hand up the back of Tyler's shirt, letting his fingers
glide along the small of Tyler's back, following the track of his spine up
to the nape of his neck. Goosebumps formed all over Tyler's body. His
stomach burned with anticipation.

Behind the zipper of his jeans, Tyler's cock was already as stiff as a
bamboo chute.

"I'm the man of this house," Leo went on, letting his voice drop into a
deep, gravelly whisper. "And now you're my property. Understand? You're
mine."

Heart pounding, Tyler let his body form to Leo's curves. Leo was pressing
into him, closing the space between them until none was left. Now, with
their groins snugly melded together, Tyler let out a small, barely audible
whimper.

"That's it, baby boy," Leo said.

He took his other hand and slowly, gently, undid Tyler's fly. There was the
familair sound of a brass button unhooking from its slot, a zipper being
undone. Tyler burrowed his face into the crook of Leo's neck, breathing in
his musk, allowing himself to fall under the spell.

When Tyler's waistband had loosened enough, Leo reached around, enveloping
Tyler completely now, and slid his hand down Tyler's backside. It
disappeared somewhere underneath the seat of Tyler's jeans...feeling
about...exploring.

Arching the small of his back, riding his Bottom-instincts, Tyler moaned as
Leo's hand caressed his butt. Leo's fingers combed at the small, feathery
hairs along his crack. They massaged his warm, ample cheeks.

"That's a good boy," Leo growled, his voice turning more and more
feral. "You know who your ass belongs to. That's right."

A large, dexterous finger touched Tyler's anus, and a jolt of electricity
zapped through his intestines.

He groaned, putting all of his weight into Leo's body, and Leo held him
steadily.

It was immediately clear that Leo was strong. He could support Tyler's
weight without so much as budging. And still, he could fondle his ass with
his free hand. Tyler had never felt so...safe.

For several minutes they stood there in the middle of the bathroom, Tyler
melting into Leo's arms, and Leo's hand ravaging Tyler's butt. If you were
a fly on the wall, you would have known precisely what was happening
underneath the denim fabric of the backside of Tyler's jeans, even though
you wouldn't have been able to see it. It was clear as water. And if the
context didn't give it away, the smell certainly did.

Leo was fingering Tyler.

A low moan escaped Tyler's throat as Leo inserted the entire length of his
index finger.

"Good boy..." Leo said encouragingly.

While his anus had never before been breached by cock, Tyler was not
impossibly tight. Sure, he was tighter than most active Bottoms, but even
so, his anus had experienced many dildos in its life, and therefore
accepted Leo's large finger with ease.

The sensation, though, was beyond anything Tyler imagined.

"Oh fuck..." Tyler said. "Whoa."

"Found your prostate, kiddo," Leo said.

He wiggled his finger, and Tyler's knees gave way. Fortunately, Leo was
there to catch him. And he did.

"Don't worry, I got you."

Leo wiggled his finger some more, tantalizing the warm, fleshy knob of
Tyler's prostate and sending Tyler into a state of previously unimagined
ecstasy. The whole time, Tyler pressed back against Leo's hand, as if
desperate to take in more and more of his finger.

"Damn," Leo said, "you really are a Bottom, aren't you?"

Anus pulsing, suckling, Tyler moaned loudly while Leo stimulated him. It
was the first time he's ever been touched by another guy. Well, in this
way, anyway. Tyler had done a great deal of things with his buddies Aiden
and Bryan. And then, of course, there was that one time with his older
brother, Steve. But none of those things even compared to what Leo was
doing to him now.

Leo pushed his finger in deeper, and Tyler cried out so loud that his voice
cracked.

Holding him securely, Leo laughed. "Fuck, you're cute."

Leo finger-fucked Tyler for several more minutes before gradually easing
up. He could tell by the wetness in the front of Tyler's underwear--the
contents of which were still undiscovered--that his prostate had been
sufficiently stimulated. And he simply could not dismiss the adorable moans
and whimpers Tyler was making. They were not only arousing; they
were...endearing.

Leo looked down. He was gazing deeply into Tyler's eyes, who was lost
somewhere between sexual bliss and delirium. Slowly, though, as his
prostate stopped buzzing with sexual energy, Tyler's eyes came back into
focus, and he looked up into the darks of Leo's gaze.

There was a quiet, tender moment between them as they stood there in the
center of the bathroom. Leo had Tyler cradled kindly in his arm, one hand
down the back of his pants. And Tyler, well, he was putty in Leo's
grip. But beyond that, their gazes connected in a deeply meaningful
way. Sure, it was a connection framed by rapacious lust, but something else
resided in it. Something...more.

Leo leaned down and kissed Tyler.

It was a long, deep kiss. One of those kisses that lasts an eternity, and
tastes as sweet as heaven. Though Tyler's undone pants were slowly sliding
off his narrow waist, and though Leo's finger was still knuckle-deep in
Tyler's butthole, and though the bathroom had begun to stink of penetrated
boy ass, their kiss was unequivocally romantic.

"Whoa..." Tyler said when the kiss was finally broken.

A day might have passed. Maybe two.

Leo was staring down at him, staring deeply.

Then, without warning, Leo plucked his finger from Tyler's butthole with a
noisy wet pop, bent down and lifted Tyler clear off the ground. With his
jeans now slipping off him, Tyler's butt was fully exposed as Leo carried
him--bride style--from the bathroom to the bed. Tyler was set down on the
edge of the mattress before Leo began ripping off his shoes, his socks, his
jeans, his pre-cum stained underwear. Now, with only his T-shirt on, Tyler
lie sprawled out on the bed, naked from the waist down.

Looming over him, Leo grinned. It was a grin that fell somewhere between
admiration and carnal lust, between awe and predatory hunger.

Tyler felt a bolt of nerves strike the pit of his stomach as Leo peered
down at his genitals for the first time. He had never had his balls and his
dick so...out in the open. Sure, Aiden and Bryan and Steve had seen his
junk before. And certainly everyone in his household--they slept naked,
after all. But this was different. Leo was a person in the real world. He
wasn't one of his dads, or one of his brothers, or one of his closest
friends. Leo was a man who Tyler wanted to impress. He was a man who Tyler
wanted to please. He wanted to give Leo what he wanted...what he needed.

And now, Leo was standing over him, staring down at his exposed genitals,
and Tyler had a brief, irrational fear that Leo might change his mind about
him. It had nothing to do with Tyler's balls, of course. He had perfectly
handsome balls. They were on the smaller side, sure. But he, himself, was
of a smaller stature. On top of that, he was a Bottom. Having larger,
fuller genitals was not much of a concern.

Perhaps, at the core of his fear, Tyler thought that Leo might view his
nakedness as...boyish.

Tyler's balls were dark with bristling pubic hair, and, proportionately,
they were quite large. His penis was handsomely shaped, cut, and nearly
seven inches when erect. He had a healthy growth of underarm hair, and his
feet were size eleven. Still, Tyler was shorter than many guys his age, and
he had a slim build. Sometimes he viewed himself as too young-looking.

He glanced up at Leo, trying to read his eyes. But before Tyler had the
chance to say anything, Leo grabbed him by the ankles, flipped him over
forcefully so that he landed on his belly, and pulled him to the edge of
the bed so that his legs now hung off the side, leaving his butt wide open
and vulnerable.

Two hands--calloused and strong--gripped his ass cheeks and spread them to
reveal the brown, fuzzy core. Tyler released a deep, drawn-out moan as Leo
burrowed in, lapping at Tyler's anus, sucking, biting. Tyler made a soft,
uncontrollable whimper.

Leo pulled Tyler's ass closer to him, but using his hands, he guided Tyler
to stay on the bed, on his belly. Now, in that position, Tyler was
face-down in the woolen bedsheets, his whole ass locked in Leo's vice-like
grip.

With his legs spread slightly, Tyler's genitals dangled helplessly between
his legs. There was a rush a blood to his dick, and whereas before he was
flaccid, he was now fully sprung and bouncing stiffly back and forth,
slapping himself in the belly, wagging with the exuberance of an excited
puppy's tail.

Tyler felt Leo push his nose into his crack, draw a breath. In fact, he was
drawing long, deep breaths, sniffing at Tyler's ass like a dog trying to
familiarize itself with his scent.

After several minutes of sniffing, Leo resumed tonguing Tyler's anus,
moistening the silky down of his ass crack, and tasting the salty-sweet of
his taint. Eventually, Tyler's hole became the center of attention. Leo was
shoving his tongue so deep that another yelp escaped Tyler.

Leo ate out Tyler's ass for nearly ten minutes. He was splurping and
sucking, kissing and tonguing every piece of ass flesh. All the while,
Tyler's body writhed with the new, unexpected stimulation. The thick
bristles of Leo's facial hair scapred the soft skin surrounding his
hole. In fact, given how much he had been sweating this summer, the
scrubbing sensation was a relief. Tyler had the natural itches of a boy in
heat, and Leo's beard was scratching them all.

Down in between his legs, Tyler's manhood hung in quiet suspension, as if
it was ready to launch, but knew there was still more to come. Aside from
the occassional brush of the thand, Leo seemed, insofar, uninterested in
Tyler's balls. It was his ass that received all the attention.

Swirling, wriggling, writhing throughout Tyler's rectum, Leo's tongue
tickled Tyler's insides and snet chills up his spine. Tyler reached up and
clutched at the bedsheets, determined to hold out. He didn't want to cum
yet. Leo wasn't finished.

Behind him, Tyler heard Leo's soft groans of pleasure as he
feasted. Eventually, though, he finished up. He pulled his tongue from
Tyler's anus and stood up. Tyler caught a glimpse of Leo's reflection in
the dresser mirror across the room, and fron the look of it, Leo appeared
hungry still.

That was when Tyler heard the unmistakeable sound of a fly being unzipped.

Tyler's heart boomed inside of him. He stomach twisted into a knot only a
skilled sailor could forge. His puckered, tongue-licked anus pinched tight
shut, and his testicles just about jumped up into his belly. He hadn't
considered Leo's size until just that moment. How he hadn't considered it,
he didn't know. But now that he was, he realized that the probability of
Leo having a big cock was, well, good.

Leo was a big guy. He was complete with big hands and feet, broad
shoulders, a wide gait. Yes, he most assuredly had other big facets that
had gone previously unnoticed. And Tyler began to sweat.

In the dresser mirror, Tyler watched as Leo undid his belt. With his fly no
longer containing him, a massive bulge of clothed flesh spilled out at his
groin. To put it simply, it was more than a handful--whatever it was. Leo
let his pants fall down to his knees, and Tyler felt his heart quicken.

The only thing preventing a full-on visual of Leo's package was his
underwear, which from the looks of it used to be white, but now resembled a
splothy tan color, clearly marked by years of groin sweat, pee stains, and
the natural leakage of pre-cum and semen. Men, after all, were messy. Not
necessarily environmentally, but biologically. It was hard to keep white
underwear white, Tyler knew. Yes, growing up in a house full of males, he
knew it all too well.

Digging his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, Leo folded
down. Once the restrains were lifted, the fleshy organ tumbled out with
incredible weight, and fell against Leo's thigh with a sticky wet slap.

Without realizing it, Tyler's mouth had fallen wide open in awe. Leo was
very well endowed. Hell, he was enormous! It was easily one of the most
impressive things Tyler had ever seen. Impressive, and slightly terrifying.

Surrounded by a thick tuft of black pubic hair, Leo's dick swung low and
heavy between his legs. It was easily seven inches--limp. Tyler couldn't
even imagine the size it could achieve once filled hot with blood. Beneath
it were two massive testicles, perfectly concealed in a thick, meaty
sack. It was immediately clear that Leo's genitals were the center of his
gravity--they had to be, they were so heavy they probably started weighing
him down like sandbags when he hit puberty.

It didn't take long for the hot, male-scented air to rise up off Leo's
manhood and find its way to Tyler's nose.

Tenderly, but with some aggression, Leo flipped Tyler over again, putting
him on his back. He helped Tyler remove his T-shirt, and then he removed
his own. Now, both of them were completely naked, staring at each other
with gazed fused like hot metal.

Slowly, steadily, Leo's cock inflated to nearly twice its original
size. Fully erect, it was, without exaggeration, ten inches.

It hung there, suspended in midair, beautifully. Tyler gawped at the naked
display of masculinity, mouth watering, eyes glazed over. He almost
couldn't believe this was the cock of the man who had decided to make him
his Bottom. He was incredibly lucky. Lucky to have a man as strong of
character as Leo seemed to be. Lucky to have a man with such a big cock. It
was bigger than his father's was! And his father had one of the biggest
cocks Tyler had ever seen.

Throwing caution to the wind, Tyler lunged forward and buried his face into
Leo's groin. The scent was, if possible, stronger than anything Tyler had
ever smelled before. That, or perhaps it was just more enjoyable. The salty
musk drifted off Leo's genitals like black smoke--the thickest kind. And
yes, it was true what they said. Tops had smelly penises. It was evident
where they were sticking their dicks in their spare time. The scent
lingered on the fleshy shaft and head of their cocks like gasoline on
fabric.

Tyler nearly choked on the manly stink, it was so powerful.

But he delighted in every breath of it.

Without prompt, Tyler grabbed hold of Leo's ample testicles with one hand,
gripped his large, muscled buttocks with the other, and took the head of
his cock into his mouth. The sweet, sea-salt taste of Leo's pre-cum
trickled onto his tongue, and the pork-like flavor of male flesh mulled his
lips. Like a hungry beggar, Tyler took in more and more of Leo's cock,
challenging himself to service his new man--the father of their future
children--fully.

Above him, Leo threw his head back and groaned as Tyler gobbled his
cock. It was clear that Leo was a guy of simple pleasures, blowjobs being
one of them. And from what Tyler could tell, it had been a while since Leo
received his last one.

Determined, Tyler sucked on Leo's cock for as long as his jaws could hold
out. And he maintained a pretty decent time, at least from what he
thought. But more than that, the flavor of Leo's penis was wonderful. Sure,
Tyler could taste the previous Bottoms that Leo had been with a little
bit. But mostly, it as purely Leo. Sea-salt, earthy musk...MAN. He was
tasting the penis that his children would come from. He was tasting the
penis that would soon be inside him...gratifying him...breeding him.

As his mouth filled with more and more saliva, creating a greater and
greater sensation for Leo, Tyler gulped at Leo's cock, taking in most of it
with every bob of his head.

In the meantime, Tyler's hands explored Leo's furry balls and strong
buttocks. And it was Leo's butt, in particular, that Tyler valued. Though
he was a Bottom, Tyler's interest in the butts of other men was
severe. Bottoms had a tendency to seek out stronger, healthier males with
which to procreate, and a full, round ass was very often a sign of good
health and good genes. Tops were not likely to allow themselves to be
penetrated, but their butts were still part of their genitalia, and passing
along the genes for ample, full-sized asses to their sons was part of what
marked a particular family.

Sons who turn out to be Tops often inherit the most robust butts of their
dom-fathers, along with the penises of their dom-fathers. Sons who turn out
to be Bottoms will often inherit the smaller, supple butts of the
sub-father. And the same goes for the penises.

Now, while he lapped hungrily at Leo's cock, Tyler let his fingers rub and
caress Leo's bare ass, feeling the fine hairs that sprouted from the
cheeks, feeling the incredible heat rising up from the crack. There was,
also, another smell intermingling with the smell of Tyler's ass, which had
started to fill the room like steam. It was the smell of males, most
certainly. Ballsacks and penises, exposed armpits, and bare feet. And also,
Tyler was sure, the smell of Leo's ass, which, quite possibly, challenged
every other smell their bodies were giving off for top dog.

This, Tyler thought to himself as he sucked and gobbled and drooled, is
going to be the father of my children. Leo is the man I've been searching
for!

When he had sucked Leo's cock so intensely that Leo had to stop him lest he
inseminate the back of his throat, Leo gently pulled himself out of Tyler's
mouth, panting, smiling. He leaned over and kissed Tyler passionately,
tasting his own essence on Tyler's tongue, delighting in the smell of him
on Tyler's lips.

Then, at last, he let their lips unlock. He peered down at Tyler, his gaze
serious.

"You ready, kiddo?"

Tyler, knowing precisely what Leo meant, nodded. Smiled. And that was when
Leo leaned down and crawled on top of him, pressing his warm, naked skin
down onto his.

Tyler was too entranced to speak. He could only moan as the man who was to
be the father of their children laid himself on top of him, their naked
bodies pressed together.

With a sensual, predatory grace, Leo positioned himself over Tyler, crawled
over him, guided him further up, so that they were at the head of the
bed. The bed creaked and groaned underneath them as their weight shifted.

Tyler found his hand sliding down the small of Leo's back, down over the
canyon of his ass crack. As he'd felt before, an incredible heat was rising
up from Leo's crack, from his anus, warming Tyler's hand and tempting him
to dig deeper.

As Leo lowered all of himself onto Tyler--their cocks and balls grinding
together--Tyler was surprised to feel Leo's weight for the first time. It
was like having a lion sitting atop his chest. Leo was a solid slab of
meat. He wasn't bulging with muscle, but he was sturdily built. Tyler let
out a small goran as his body was pressed deep into the mattress. His voice
cracked ever so slightly as Leo cascaded over him.

Arching his back, Leo reached down and jiggled his manhood. Stirring it,
rousing it.

"Don't be scared," he said. "Your body can take it. Just open yourself up
to me. Let go. I'm right here. I'll take care of you."

He kissed Tyler's neck, gently glided his lips on the tenderness of his
peach-fuzz skin.

"I'm your protector."

Tyler felt himself melting beneath Leo's weight.

"Open yourself up."

Leo guided Tyler's feet up over his head, exposing his anus. At his naked
butt, Tyler could feel the heat radiating off Leo's groin. It was
astounding, actually, how one man could produce so much heat.

"You're mine now, Tyler," Leo said. "You're my baby boy."

Leo grabbed Tyler's waist, held his feet high. Tyler's anus, now open and
vulnerable, twitched with nervous anticipation. His stomach twisted into
tighter knots. His heart thundered. And suddenly, he could feel the hot tip
of Leo's penis press up against his hole.

Tyler swallowed hard, unsure of what to expect. Oh, he knew he was going to
be fucked. There was no doubt in his mind. But how much would it hurt? Was
Leo going to be gentle, or rough? What if he was violent? What if he
injured Tyler by fucking him too deeply? Puncture his colon? Tear his
sphincter?

A million different thoughts tore through Tyler's head, all of them new and
equally terrifying.

But the moment Leo's cock slid into him, all of Tyler's fears vanished.

Leo's shaft slipped up through Tyler's rectum, following the path upward,
and eventually breaching his colon. It was strange, yes. New, sure. But it
did not hurt. In fact, it felt...incredible.

Tyler flashed a smile, but almost immediately his eyes rolled up into his
head and he let out a loud, boyish moan. The curve of Leo's dick, the
bulbous shape of its head, everything about Leo's manhood was sending him
into unrestrained rushes of pleasure.

In Tyler's rectum, Leo's penis was slipping and sliding over the fleshy wet
knob of Tyler's prostate. Tyler's entire body trembled with electricity,
and Leo scopped him up, holding him warm and tight. Their lips found each
other again.

The world froze. The tension, the passion, the sexuality, everything was a
blaze unhindered. Tyler made a small moan as Leo's cock stirred around
inside him. Shuddered as it grew hotter and stiffer, filling him up,
burrowing into the deepest parts of his body.

The kiss lasted a long, long time. Their tongues wrestled, their saliva
flowed between their mouths. It was as if they wer emaking up for years of
lost time--never having known each other before that day. It was as if
nothing int he world mattered besides the two of them, and slowly, they
melted into each other.

Bucking his hips slowly at first, then faster as time went on, Leo picked
up his pace. Beneath him, Tyler's body was relaxing completely. He trusted
Leo, strangely. They'd known each other less than three hours and already
Leo was his whole world.

Faster and faster Leo pumped, piston-fucking Tyler's ass, drilling
deep...diving into him. On both sides of his head, Tyler's toes flexed and
curled. It was the most wonderul experience of Tyler's young life--having
Leo reaching a depth in him that no one had ever reached before.

"Oh fuck!" Leo cried out, thrusting himself balls-deep.

Leo had, by this point, practically climbed on top of Tyler. Their bodies
were contorted and tangled in inextricable ways. Tyler's face was buried in
Leo's armpit, and he breathed the musk of his man's hairy pit as though it
were the last traces of oxygen on earth. Leo, balls-deep inside of Tyler,
was elevating Tyler's bottom with one hand, and gripping the bed's
headboard with the other, to balance himself.

To be clear, the bedroom smelled of ball sacks and armpits. It smelled of
feet and exposed anuses. It smelled of semen and penis and the salty sweat
that comes with physical exertion. It smelled, specifically, of two males
having sex.

With his dick snugly gripped in the wet warmth of Tyler's anus, Leo felt
his testicles scrunch up tight to his body. A rush of fluids swirled
fiercly inside his full, low-hanging sack. Fire was shooting down the
length of his shaft--the heat intensifying with every thrust of his hips.

"Oh fuck," Leo panted. He wrapped his arms around Tyler, held him close.

It was then that he unleashed a loud, hair-raising howl.

Tyler guessed it was the most explosive orgasm Leo had ever known. It
lasted nearly a full minute and resulted in three table spoons of cum,
thirty pumps, deep inside of Tyler's gut.

At the same time, Tyler's prostate had been so stimulated that he, too,
shot his load all over his belly. Not once did he or Leo touch his
cock. But, boy, did he blow!

With his cock still buried deep inside his hole, Leo collapsed on top of
Tyler, exhausted. They lay there for several minutes, both of them
recovering in the wake of their sex.

"Damn," Leo said after a while.

Underneath him, Tyler nodded, agreeing.

"You're a good fuck, kiddo," Leo said.

Tyler looked up at him, smiled. "Thanks."

"You know that I own you now, right?"

"Yeah."

"You know I just shot a massive load in your colon, right? You're officialy
marked. You're my property."

Again, Tyler nodded.

"Good." Leo kissed him on the forehead, sniffed at his hairline. The fuzzy
bristles of Leo's facial hair scrubbed at Tyler's skin. He liked the rough
feel of it. "You wanna go grab a nice steak dinner somewhere?"

With his feet still in the air and his body folded up underneath Leo's
weight, plugged up by Leo's enormous cock, Tyler shrugged.

"I don't really have the money for a steak dinnner."

Leo narrowed his eyes. "Kiddo," he said, "I'm your man now. I'm your
provider. You never have to worry about money again."

Tyler screwed up his expression. "Really? You'd pay for me?"

At that, Leo laughed. "Of course I will. I just put a baby in you. You're
my responsibility from here on out."

"How do you know I'm pregnant?"

"Trust me," Leo said without a shred of doubt, "you're pregnant. I have
some fast swimmers."

Though neither of them could know it for sure, it was, at that very moment,
deep inside of Tyler's body, in the dark warmth of his colon, that Leo's
sperm cells were spreading out in every direction, burrowing into the mucus
lining of Tyler's colon.

It was one sperm cell in particular that managed to plunge deepest into the
fleshy lining, following the scent trail of one of the nearest, and
largest, male eggs. Of course, this was all on the microscopic level. A
vastly small universe, invisible to the human eye.

The sperm cell wriggled and fought its way through blood and flesh until,
at last, it reached the egg and began digging through the outer
shell. Other sperm cells had arrived by then and were also working to
fertilize the egg. But it was this sperm cell, in particular, that was
nearly across the finish line.

Finally, the sperm cell broke through and burrowed into the egg's core. It
was there that it released the potency of its genetic material. Raw DNA
strands were suddenly emitted from its diamond-shaped head.

The genetic material was strong, and it was instantly absorbed by the egg,
intermixed with preexisting DNA compositions, and bioligically coded. It
would give the child a majority of Leo's building blocks for it's physical
appearance, and even for its own sexuality.

Yes, the child would be a Top, just like his daddy. He would acquire Leo's
height, his robust stature, his ass, his feet, his genitals. He would even
acquire Leo's deep voice--a direct result of having slightly over-active
testicles, which would secrete heavy doses of testosterone into the
blood. As for the child's brain, he would acquire Tyler's
intelligence. Above all, he would acquire Tyler's eyes. Those captivating
dark brown eyes that had the ability to make any guy go weak in the knees.

So as Tyler ate dinner that night, devouring large slabs of meat and green
beans and potatoes, he was, unknowingly, nourishing his and Leo's unborn
child for the very first time.

The next day, Leo bought Tyler a home pregnancy test, and, as he so
confidently pronounced, discovered that they were indeed pregnant.

Tyler was beside himself. He was filled with overwhelming relief, shock,
and excitement. But there was a strange sort of bliss that came with it. He
was, at his core, truly happy. He was with child, and he was allowing Leo
to fulfill his dream of becoming a daddy.

They broke the news to Tyler's dads three weeks later, which went much
better than Tyler expected (his dads both really liked Leo), and the
following day, Leo, along with Tyler's dads, helped move Tyler into Leo's
house.

"So," said Ted, Tyler's sub-father, "are there going to be wedding bells in
your guys' future?" He looked to Tyler, then to Leo.

"Absolutely," Leo said. (He was strangely charming when it came to handling
Tyler's dads.) "I plan to legally own your son's body real soon." He winked
at Tyler.

Bill, Tyler's dom-father, laughed. He put a heavy arm around Ted. "I know
the feeling. Nothing like owning your Bottom."

By winter, when Tyler's belly was round and plump, his due date only weeks
away, he and Leo were in their bed, having sex. Tyler's feet, once again,
bobbed up over his head, and Leo was drilled into him, being sure to keep
the baby's birth canal wide and loose.

With cock sliding in and out, Leo groaned. He scooped Tyler up in his
powerful arms, kissed him, pushed into him balls-deep, gyrated his hips so
that his cock was stirring around in Tyler's rectum. Beneath him, Tyler
whimpered in sexual ecstasy.

"We're gonna be dads soon," Tyler said, looking up into Leo's dark,
lion-like eyes.

Leo smiled. "I can't wait, babe. I'm gonna take real good care of you and
the baby."

"I know you will," Tyler said. "Can you feel the baby now? Can you reach
him?"

Leo pushed into Tyler all the way, drilling in to record depth. He
frowned. "I think I'm reaching him," he said, furrowing his brow. "Not sure
exactly."

Tyler grabbed his large, round belly. "Well, he's kicking," he said,
chuckling. "I think you're touching him all right."

They both shared a laugh.

"Wow," Leo said. "The first time our son has ever felt human touch, and its
his daddy's penis." He shrugged. "Ah well, he better get used to it. He's
gonna be seeing a lot of it growing up."

Tyler smiled, nodded. "You're gonna be teaching him a lot about what it
means to be a man."

"How to shower, shave, pee standing up," Leo smirked at the thought. "Can't
wait till we have to educate our son on what sex is."

"Yeah, you'll be a fantastic teacher when it comes to that."

"Damn straight."

Leo leaned down and kissed Tyler playfully, began bucking his hips, fucking
Tyler tenderly, steadily. He glided his hand over Tyler's pregnant belly,
feeling their son kicking inside. It was, quite possibly, the most intimate
sex they've ever had--their son pressed warmly between them, Leo balls-deep
inside Tyler, occupying the very place where their son would be birthed
from in only a few weeks. It was, for both Tyler and Leo, the moment when
they knew...

...they were in love.

Bucking his hips faster and faster, Leo released a low, animalistic
snarl. His body temperature rose slightly, a sheen of sweat now dampened
his forehead, his chest, his pits. Tyler could smell the increase of male
pheramones in the room. Their sex was picking up speed...it was gaining
momemtum.

"Alright, kid," Leo said, speaking directly to Tyler's swollen belly,
bucking his hips faster and faster. "Put up your umbrella...daddy's gonna
make it rain!"


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