Knocked Up Nights Ch. 3

CHAPTER THREE


"Damn it!" Brad groaned as he peered into the fridge. "How do I still keep forgetting I can't drink?!" He asked himself aloud as he moved the hand hovering in front of the bottle of beer he'd been about to grab, over to the gallon of whole milk instead.

After gently kicking the door shut behind him, he set the milk on the counter and pulled a glass from the cabinet. Even back as a kid, Brad hadn't been a big milk drinker, but now he poured himself yet another big glass, having begrudgingly come to incorporate whole milk into his diet per his doctor's recommendation. Obviously, he still would've very much rather had a beer, but since that wasn't advisable, milk it was… His doctor had explained that not only would the richest milk's fat content be good for the babies, it would also help Brad's skin stay nice and supple and therefore, hopefully free of stretch marks (or at least too many of them.)

With the gallon put back in the fridge, Brad headed for the living room with his glass in hand. He set it down on a coaster on the closest end table, then grabbed the bag containing his new toy and the Blu-ray. As he took the large, still sealed dildo out to look at it again, Brad's hole gave a small but powerful twitch, needlessly reminding him it was still "hungry." Lucky for him, before he took things any further, the expectant stud realized all the blinds were still up and there he was, standing in the middle of his living room at the front of the house in nothing but a jock, holding a giant fake cock!

Quickly, he tossed the sex toy onto the couch and then rushed around not only to lower and close the blinds, but the drapes as well. Having succeeded in averting giving any of his neighbors a free peep show, Brad next headed for his room to retrieve his trusty bottle of lube. For whatever reason, he preferred jerking off "dry" or only using spit, so it'd been awhile since he'd last used the bottle. So long that it'd collected a light layer of dust as it lay, awaiting use in his drawer, further highlighting just how sad the state of his "more personal" affairs had become. At least now, the end was in sight…

As he made his way back to the living room, Brad brushed the bottle off, then set it down on another coaster next to his glass of milk before grabbing the Blu-ray. Because of all the streaming services he was subscribed to, it'd been a long time since he'd last purchased or even watched something in the physical format. Seeing as he couldn't even remember the last time he'd used it, Brad worried whether or not his Blu-ray player would still work, but fortunately, it powered right on when he hit the button, despite not doing so in what had probably been years.

An unexpected sense of nostalgia filled him as he tore the plastic off the case, opened it, and then pressed the center "button" to release the disc. As he waited for the player to indicate it was ready to accept the disc, Brad laughed and shook his head at how much "work" the whole "watching something" process had been compared to how it (usually) was now.

"Time to see what this is all about…" he sighed as while the disc loaded, he took the dildo into the kitchen to free it from its hard plastic confines with shears and rinse it off.

Brad had just returned to the living room with his freed and cleaned toy when the video's main menu displayed itself on his large TV. Letting out a quiet grunt as he did, he plopped himself down on the center cushion of his couch and immediately set to instinctively rubbing his belly with his left hand as his right reached for the Blu-ray's long unused remote. After clicking "play," he shuffled his basically bare bum back some on the couch as the words, Swollen Studios Presents… faded in on the black screen, followed shortly by more bold and italic white text which read, "The Preggo Pool Boy"

Very old-school, "classic," porno-esque music came out of the living room's surround sound system, making Brad groan and roll his eyes.

"Oh, no…" he groaned. "This shit is gonna be chee-zee!" He rather disappointedly predicted.

The black screen suddenly transitioned to a close-up of shiny, rippling, bright, light blue water, then the camera backed up and out some to reveal a nice residential pool before panning out further still to reveal the pool deck. Lush greenery surrounded it, keeping the space from prying eyes, its textured and tinted concrete surface dotted with expensive and solid looking wooden loungers. Corny music still playing, the camera slowly moved around the deck till it came to a stop and zoomed in on its only occupied chair, on which lay the muscular man from the back cover, whom Brad and the handsome stranger back at the adult store, had mutually admired.

The muscled stud slowly rubbed tanning oil into his beefy, hairless chest, "seductively" moaning and groaning to himself before turning his handsome, stumbled face towards the camera.

"It's soooo hot out!" He (over) dramatically exhaled. "If only my pool was clean so I could get in and cool off!" He exaggeratingly pouted, making the pregnant man watching his "performance" groan in disgust and annoyance at the terrible acting and the film's overall, all too predictable setup.

"No one watches porn for the dialog or acting…" Brad reminded himself under his breath as he waited for what would happen next, even though he already knew…

Right on cue (made all the more obvious by a change in the cheesy music's tempo,) the camera swiftly and suddenly swung far to the right, sweeping back over the already immaculate looking pool again before focusing on the back gate of the yard, just as it opened inward… A moment later, clad in nothing but the super tight and tiny, red Speedo he'd been wearing on the cover, and a white tank top that was at least three sizes too small, "the preggo pool boy" made his entrance.

Brad laughed again as the (very) young (looking, anyway) man waddled out onto the deck because it was so, super obvious he was exaggerating his gait, something he'd unfortunately come to recognize now that he was pregnant himself. Big as he'd (already) gotten, even Brad (fortunately) still didn't move like that!

"Good afternoon, sit!" The young preggo greeted in the Eastern-European accent Brad knew he was going to have as he extra slowly made his way towards the bronzed, muscular man, several years his senior. "Are you in need of any servicing?"

"That depends on what kind of servicing you're offering?" The stud replied as he pushed the aviators he was wearing down to the tip of his nose as he blatantly ogled the supposed "pool boy."

"I am here to offer you the pool cleaning services, of course!" The lad (Brad could only assume had been vetted to be legal) replied as he "struggled" to bend over to place the long-handled pool net he'd been holding down next to the hunk's chair. "Ooof!" He "winced" as he straightened back up, one hand going to his lower back while the one closest to the camera went to that side of his belly. "I think I am getting too big to be doing this job anymore though, no?" He frowned as he looked down at himself while making a big show of rubbing his belly for the audience, Brad, now unfortunately included.

Speaking of which, he let out another groan… So far, he wasn't impressed at all, regardless of how studly the older guy was. "This is soooo fuckin' coooooooooorny!" He drew out.

"Well then it's a good thing that I'm actually in need of the kind of servicing you look better suited for!" The muscled man replied with a lick of his lips.

"Oh..?" The pool boy asked in "surprise." "And what kind would that be, sir?" He asked like he didn't already know as he continued rubbing his biggest bulge through his revealing tank.

"Why don't you come closer so I can show you what I have in mind?" The hunky stud suggested as he took his right hand from behind his head and placed it on his rapidly growing package, which he started to rub through the already straining fabric of his tiny, black European-cut swimsuit.

With a nod and what was probably meant to be a "sexy" smile, the pool boy "waddled" closer. As he did, he took off his tank, which he tossed over his right shoulder into the pool he'd supposedly (miraculously) shown up to clean… Naked from the waist up, he paused in front of the secondary camera to rub his now bared belly with both hands for several seconds, before moving around to the side of the lounger closest to the main.

In place, the pool boy slowly lowered his knees onto the pool deck one at a time. Once again right on cue, the older stud turned to the side so his cock, the head of which had already freed itself from his constructive suit, was right within easy reach of the younger man's eagerly anticipating mouth.

The pool boy yanked on the suit till he got it down around the pool owner's thickly muscled thighs. After turning over his left shoulder to look directly at the camera and give it a "sultry" glance, he turned back around, grabbed the cock in front of him by its thick base, and started to suck. Following several loud and extra dramatic gags, he miraculously found his rhythm and the camera focused on him panned back and down some to focus more directly on his belly, which swayed lightly to and fro with the back and forth movement of his long and thin neck.

While the expectant twink certainly wasn't Brad's type, pregnant or not, he still found himself getting hard as he continued to watch. Feeling his cock stir within his tightening jockstrap, he lifted his beefy ass off the couch so he could free it and his full balls so he'd be able to play with all of himself as he watched the pregnant man-boy blow the hunk.

Within a few seconds, the cheesy music still playing in the background was joined by the muscular man's moans, grunts and dirty words of appreciation and encouragement as the pool boy deep-throated him. Using his free hand, Brad alternated between nipples as he stroked his thick and long member up and down. It wasn't long before his own moans, grunts and groans mixed in with those on his screen but then all of a sudden, the hunk dislodged himself from the pool boy's pouty, dripping mouth.

"I am done working now, sir?" The boy asked as he rocked back onto his heels and started playing with his belly again for the "pleasure" of his viewers.

"Nope. You're just gettin' started…" "sir" shook his head and smirked.

"Oh, good!" The expectant man-boy replied, taking his hands from his biggest swell to clap them together a few times before querying as he moved them up to his "swollen" chest, "Then how else can I give you service?"

"By taking my place," the hunk said as he stood, leaving his lounger unoccupied. "There's some cleaning I think I need to take care of myself…"

After pulling off his own, pointless swimsuit, once again, the pool boy "struggled" to climb onto the vacated chair, eventually getting himself onto all fours, leaving his feet and ass hanging off the end. The camera moved around to show his profile, highlighting how his belly hung a little more than halfway down to the cushion atop the chair, leading Brad to guess the (very) young man was probably about seven months along with one baby. Wordlessly, the pool owner walked around and moved himself between his legs, then squatted and reached forward to grab hold of the tight waistband of the pool boy's taxed Speedo.

Still without speaking, he gave it a big, hard yank, revealing two (very) pale, small but perky melons, which he promptly spread with his large, masculine hands before craving his neck forward and sticking out his tongue. Even though he wasn't into "the kid" very much, if at all, Brad finally found himself really getting all hot and bothered as he watched the big, beefy stud start going to town on his ass, causing the victim of his oral assault to pant and moan, extra dramatically, of course…

Letting out another grunt, Brad leaned to the right to grab the lube, then with another, he spread his legs and scooted his ass forward till the lower portion of his cheeks were hanging off the couch and he was able to access his wanting hole. Since it'd been awhile, he went slow at first, but it didn't take long to loosen up… After a minute or so, Brad stopped working himself with his fingers long enough to grab the dildo, which after lubing up as well, he worked between his legs around his bulging middle, aiming it at his hole by feel.

Once he found the relaxed and teased opening, he gingerly pushed the large phallic unit in, hissing slightly as more and more entered him. After taking just about half of it, Brad paused and let himself acclimate to the intimate intrusion, focusing once more on the porno as he adjusted… The muscled man was still eating the pool boss's ass but now paused occasionally to pull back and hawk a big wad of spit at his hole. The kid seemed to especially love that, but of course he did, 'cause he was getting paid to act like it…

"Oh, sir…" he panted. "Please use your… sexy tongue more! Loosen me up!" He begged between over-emphasized and exaggerated, ragged huffs and pants.

The hunk complied, pulled way back and slapped the boy's tight right cheek, making him squeal again. "You know you don't need any more loosening up, you slut!" He declared with a shake of his head as he stood. "And we both know you just love havin' a big, thick and fat cock up your ass… That's how you got pregnant, right?!"

Looking back over his shoulder, the acting pool boy giggled and nodded as he thumped the rounded side of his gut. "Oh, yes sir! I love having big, fat cock up my ass, and I would really love having yours up inside it next!"

The beefy hunk let out a grunt as he licked his lips, evidently pleased at being correct. "And I'd really love for mine to be the next up in you too, 'cause there's nothin' I like more than fuckin' pregnant man ass!" He said as without further ado, he reached out and down, parted the pool boy's cheeks again and then shoved his cock all the way in sans condom, since really, was there even a point by then?

"Oooh, please!" The man-boy moaned dramatically. "But be careful! Remember, there are no lifeguards on duty!"

Even though the dialog still somehow just kept getting worse, as Brad watched the man roughly fuck the pool boy doggy-style, he instinctively began working the dildo in and out of himself, pushing it in a little deeper each time. He was admittedly a "size queen," so even though it'd been months since he'd last taken anyone or anything, he soon had the long, thick and veiny dildo bottoming out inside of him. After having been empty so long, Brad was in absolute heaven having something so dirty and damn near life-long in him, even if he was the one doing the fucking, and only with a toy…

Seeing as the need had never previously presented itself, this was his first time using a dildo. As such, Brad was surprised at how good it felt, and even more so that he knew what to do…

Unfortunately, he was used to telling most of those lucky enough to get the chance to fuck him what they needed to do, but now, he was in control of and responsible for his own pleasure in a strange yet somehow, familiar way. Moving the big dildo in, out and around, Brad experimented and found where to hit and nudge and did so again and again and again… He hadn't touched his own dick in some time but it remained as hard as ever as it repeatedly smacked up against his belly as he increased his tempo.

Over on the screen, the man pulled out of the boy and gave his pale ass another hard slap. "Get up, preggo!" He commanded even as he helped the encumbered youth up off the chair.

Ever so slowly, the pool boy stood and then made an extra big production of stretching out his strained back, thrusting his belly further out in front of him in the process. "What now, sir?" He asked as his hands came to rest at the small of his narrow, lower back as he awaited further instruction.

Having now fully kicked off his suit, the naked muscle man sat down on the end of the lounger and leaned back on his elbows. "Face that dirty pool…" he instructed his pregnant partner. "It's time for you to do some of the work…"

The younger man took his sweet time turning around, "seductively" swinging his narrow hips from side to side as he did before reaching back and around to grip the hunk's right knee to keep steady as he lowered himself all the way down onto his cock. Suddenly, the camera switched angles, showing the fucker and fuckee from the front as the pool boy began working himself up and down, alternating between short, quick jabs, and long, slow and deep strokes.

"Oh how I wish… this was… your baby in me, sir!" He declared in breathy moans as he bounced, using his free hand to play with his chest and belly.

"I bet you do… Maybe next… time?" The muscle man grunted. "'Cause right now, your oven's already full!"

"Then fuck the baby out of me, please!" The younger man pleaded.

"That's what… I'm tryin'... to do!" The hunk grunted out as he thrust his strong hips up against the pool boy's downward motion.

As the pair's pace increased, the camera zoomed in on the boy's package, which was now bouncing about wildly. At the same time, Brad noticed his own pace had increased as well, and that his cock was leaking, which gave him an idea… With another grunt, he pulled the dildo out, further studying the coffee table in front of him as he did. It was old and heavy as hell, so his hope was it would be sturdy enough to support him. Only one way to find out…

After hoisting himself up from the couch (which was more than a little awkward with a lubed dildo in hand,) Brad lumbered around to the other side of the coffee table, closest to the TV, and pushed the silicone suction cup down onto it, applying firm pressure till he was sure it was secure. As he turned back to face the TV, he kept his hand wrapped around the base of the dildo, then once in position, he lowered himself back onto it, hissing some again as all ten, thick inches re-entered him.

Re-focusing on the film, Brad thought it might be fun to try and go at the same pace as the pool boy… Soon, he was panting and sweating, but indeed, having a lot of fun… He didn't dare touch his dick as he bounced up and down because just the feeling of it knocking up against his belly with each of his thrusts (just like the pregnant guy's he was watching,) had him right on the verge of cumming.

As he attempted to fuck himself silly, Brad closed his eyes and imagined he was the pool boy… Pregnant and being fucked by a super hot, super masculine, super muscled man. Though his eyes were closed tight, after just a few seconds of using his imagination, Brad suddenly came explosively, eyes shooting open in surprise and delight, just in time to see the pool boy shooting his load too, both pregnant men releasing all over the underside of their bellies.

Panting hard and heavy as he descended from the crescendo of his own intense orgasm, Brad slowed his rhythm, once more mirroring the motions of the pregnant pornstar on screen, who took it one step further by rubbing the impressive load he shot into the tight skin encasing his child, all while milking all he could out of his older, muscular partner.

"That was fuckin' hot!" The muscle man commended as he gave the pool boy's lily white ass a final slap.

"Yes! It was just what my pregnant ass needed!" The younger man sighed as he raised and popped himself off the older man's still rock hard cock. "I'd be very happy to come back and service you and your pool, anytime, sir!"

"Oh, you'll be hearing from me again, soon…" the hunky man promised with a wink. "I want you here servicing me, everyday till you pop!" He said as he reached out and rubbed the boy's middle, playing with his prominent nub of a navel.

"Oh my! Yes, please, sir!" The man-boy purred as he placed his right hand atop the stud's, the both of them looking fondly down at his swell.

And with that, the scene faded to black… The Blu-ray offered a few more of pretty much the same, but "further" encounters between the two, but Brad had finally found relief and was correspondingly wiped out, so he stopped the disc, saving the other scenes for another time.

He was still panting, trying to catch his breath as on shaky legs, he raised himself off the dildo… Once he was fully upright, Brad felt the load he'd blown start dribbling down his belly. Following the "movement," he reached down and rubbed his recent contents into his taut skin, same as the pool boy had…

Very much to his surprise, doing so proved so intense, it caused his knees to shake (even more than they already were.) In the moment, Brad was fine with this, if only because honestly, he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle another orgasm so soon, especially not if the next was as intense as his last…

"Maybe, this whole mpreg porn thing is kinda hot?" He half admitted as he wiggled and then pulled the dildo off the coffee table with a loud "pop."

His first experience with male pregnancy-related porn had left Brad parched, so he gulped down the rest of his milk. As he finished the fattening yet beneficial beverage, it occurred to him that he'd basically just done what the pool boy had, albeit not in front of cameras or with an actual cock up his ass, but still…

For whatever reason, silly (at the very least) as it seemed, it got Brad thinking… Maybe, he could actually see himself in porn? Ha! Yeah, right…