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Carrying The Team
🕑 Added 2025-04-13 14:59:40 +0000 UTCNew story, shooting for 3 parts. Part 2 is already in the works and yes, there will be pictures!
Carrying The Team
By
Brimmingbelly04
Part One
“Mmm… Fuck, Pat!” Lawson moaned as his husband slowly pulled out, leaving the thick, flared head of his cock, lingering inside for another exquisite moment, before it too made its exit.
“That was… great!” He sighed, eyes rolling back in his head as his now heavy lids closed.
“Always happy to please,” Patrick replied, craning forward and kissing his husband on the neck, making him moan again.
“You still suck…”
“Indeed, I do!” He chuckled. “Somehow, I still managed to work my way under that giant belly of yours, and sucked you off, before fucking you!” He quite proudly proclaimed.
“I'm not saying that wasn't great too…” Lawson admitted with another sigh, which rapidly transitioned into a yawn. “But that's not why I think you suck! You suck ‘cause you're leaving me! Again!”
“Only for a few days!”
“A few more, during which time I might go into labor?!” He groaned.
It was twenty-nine year old Patrick, one of, if not the best attacker in MLS, who sighed this time.
“I know the timing isn't ideal, but it can't be avoided! If I could stay, I would, but I'm contractually obligated to…”
“Yeah, I know,” his younger husband cut him off, obviously not happy.
“I at least have to get to the game but I promise, if you tell me you think you're in labor, I'll be on the first flight back, even if I have to charter one and even if it means we end up losing.”
“Uh, fucking huh!”
“I swear it, baby!” Patrick stressed with another kiss to Lawson's neck, since that was as close to his face as he could presently get. “And I also promise that next time, we'll do better planning the pregnancy around my…”
“Next time?!” Lawson scoffed.
“Yeah..?”
“There isn't going to be a ‘next time,’ Patrick! We're about to have septuplets! That's…”
“Seven babies, I know. But you know I wanna have enough to start my own team!” Patrick said as he moved his hand from Lawson's widened hip to his belly and gently rubbed it.
His husband scoffed again. “That's never gonna happen, Patrick Diamandis!”
“You say that now, but I dunno..? I remember you telling me you were never going to change your last name to mine, but you did.”
“That's different! Way different! If our kids are gonna have your last name, then I decided, so should I!”
“I wholeheartedly agree with you, but I guess we'll just have to see whether or not you end up changing your mind again, won't we?” Patrick asked, planting another kiss on his husband's neck before begrudgingly backing away from him.
Lawson realized he and Patrick were “arguing” over something that couldn't be helped, but that didn't make him any less disappointed…
“You're really leaving now?” He asked through a pouty, second yawn.
Immediately following sex, he always became tired now, no matter the time. As such, Patrick knew it would be less than a minute before he was fully passed out.
“You know I wouldn't be unless I had to… That's the price you pay for marrying one of the best attackers in the league.”
“I hate the fucking league…”
“True as that may be, you LOVE their money!” Patrick chuckled again as he climbed out of bed.
“I love you… The money..?” Pause for another yawn. “Yeah, that… too,” the twenty-five year old graphic designer admitted, barely getting the last word out before starting to not so quietly snore.
The twenty-nine year old attacker smirked, to himself, since no one else could see him do so. As he did, he grabbed his “virgin,” aka: caseless, unprotected phone, off his nightstand before quietly walking around to the other side of the bed.
As soon as he made it and got into the proper position, he double clicked his phone to activate his camera, then aimed it at his slumbering husband. The room was dark, but not completely. He'd be able to go back and brighten the pictures up enough for good viewing later.
Even though Lawson was sawing logs, Patrick still made it a point to include his face, because awkward as it was presently contorted, and even though it had gotten a little fuller, it was still handsome as ever to him. That being said, his husband's face wasn't what he really wanted to capture in the rapid series of photos he took… What he really wanted to snap “handy” photos of were his now very much fuller chest and amazingly disproportionately sized belly.
“Fuuuuuck…” the professional soccer player exhaled. “I did good!” He smirked as he took a few more shots.
The twenty-nine year old was proud of himself. Septuplets on their first go, and they hadn't even been trying! Yes, the timing could've been better. Patrick wanted nothing more than to stay home, but he had one more game to go to finish the season. If his team won the game, they'd be in the playoffs but by then, Lawson would have given birth, so at least that they wouldn't have to worry about that.
Patrick knew he smelled of sex. He didn't care but knew if he got on the plane with his team before showering, he'd never hear the end of it. The guys all razzed him enough about all the sex he'd had to have with his husband in order to get him so pregnant.
If only they guys knew that Lawson wasn't the only man currently carrying a large quantity of his offspring… That would've been shocking enough, but knowing who the other man was would've been far more so.
Rather than head for the bathroom, the naked, slightly sweaty, twenty-nine year old quietly exited the primary suite with phone still in hand, and headed down the hall. Lawson had always been a heavy sleepy (now literally so) but due to his condition, he now slept through just about anything. Patrick often wondered how when they were lying in bed together and the movements emanating from his husband's belly ended up keeping him awake a little longer. However Lawson managed, his increased pension for sleep came in handy at times like this.
Patrick proceeded down the hall, all the way to the far end of the large house. The last door belonged to one of he and Lawson's many (currently) guest bedrooms. It was one of two that hadn't been converted into rooms for their soon-to-arrive children, and the only one occupied, the latter of which didn't stop the attacker from silently twisting the door knob and letting himself in.
After just as quietly closing the door behind him and locking it (just to be safe,) Patrick turned back around and smiled. Grinned, actually…
There, facing him, sprawled on his left side atop the room's plush, king-size bed, lay Arden Vaughn, Lawson's fifty-two year old father. Not only was Arden Patrick's father-in-law, he was also his agent and the one to have introduced him and Lawson.
Like his graphic designer son, despite his age, the senior Vaughn was also massively pregnant and due to give birth any time now. Arden was expecting sextuplets, one less than Lawson, so while his belly was enormous, it was “one big baby” smaller than his first baby's.
Also same as his twenty-five year old son, the skilled agent snored and slept in the nude. Unlike Lawson, due to his condition (in more ways than were immediately obvious,) Arden had difficulty sleeping. The fact he looked to be doing so deeply at the moment made Patrick hate to wake him, but simply put: he had to.
He might (yeah, right!) not have, had this not been the last chance he was likely going to get. To do what..?
Fuck him. But first…
Patrick raised his phone, activated his camera again, and snapped a few more pics. As soon as he had, he quickly selected them and moved them to the secret, secure folder he'd created, because better to be safe than sorry, not that he'd been playing things anywhere close to safe as of late.
The star attacker at least had the “decency” to feel (somewhat) bad about fucking and knocking up his his father-in-law, but neither could've been helped. Patrick still vividly remembered some eleven years later, how instantly attracted he'd been to Arden the first time they met. Even though for many reasons, nothing ever should have, quite honestly, Patrick was amazed nothing had happened between them sooner.
Despite the age difference and the fact his celebrity and talent afforded him the prospect of bedding just about any guy he wanted, the hunky soccer stud had always been into Arden. When he introduced him to Lawson, who was four years Patrick's junior versus twenty-three his senior, the attacker also found himself immediately smitten.
Looking at Lawson was like looking at old pictures of his sexy father. Looking at his agent gave Patrick a sneak peek at what his (eventual) husband was going to look like in the future. Needless to say, he very much liked what he saw, which was one of the (many) reasons he'd decided to marry the younger Vaughn.
Patrick was far from the only one to find the handsome father and son's physical similarities to be striking. That said, due to their twenty-seven year age difference, it wasn't till relatively recently, when Lawson started “aging up” and Arden seemed to have stopped doing so (thanks to an eccentric, almost obsessive skincare routine,) that the Vaughn's had started occasionally being mistaken for brothers.
But then Patrick went and (unintentionally) knocked them both up at nearly the same time, resulting in them looking almost exactly like identical twins, at least from the clavicle down to the crotch and bottom up. Taking the size difference between their bellies out of the equation (since it simply couldn't be helped,) again: twins…
Over the months, Arden and Lawson’s bellies had expanded and bloated to nearly the same shape: both as wide as their broad shoulders. Due to his additional occupant, the younger Vaughn’s pregnancy was “taller” and a little more egg-shaped, providing a more than ample shelf for his pecs.
As their pregnancies progressed, despite needing all the muscle they had available to help maneuver them around, Lawson and Arden's chests lost definition. Like their bellies, their chests increased in size and became more round, but unlike many preggos, even notably “lesser” ones, neither made the full transition to becoming breasts, even though it was evident that father and son were both producing an abundance of milk.
As Patrick lowered his phone, he looked down and caught sight of his cock, which wasn't hard to miss even when it wasn't at full attention. It wasn’t at the moment, but even after having recently unloaded inside his husband, it was already halfway there again.
Not the least bit surprised, the twenty-nine year old quietly chuckled as his handsome, chiseled face broke into a smirk. He gave himself a little twitch as he looked back at Arden, specifically his bloated pecs, which looked even more so all squished between the confines of his arms and shoulders.
The fifty-two year old had decided that all the milk he was producing was going to be used to help feed his seven grandchildren. Why had he made such an offer when he had six babies of his own on the way that were also going to need to be fed..?
There were a few reasons. The first and most simple was because Arden wasn't going to be responsible for feeding the sextuplets once they were born, because he wasn't going to be keeping them.
Why not? Because firstly at his age, he wasn't the least bit interested in raising any more children! Even more so though because Lawson didn't know his father's pregnancy was also a “gift” from his husband, and so long as things continued going according to plan, he never would.
If abortion had been an option, Arden wouldn't have hesitated a second, but since it unfortunately wasn't, he told his son his pregnancy was a result of a random, one-night stand. This wasn't an entire lie as after years of continually building sexual tension, he and Patrick had finally spent a night together. Still, aside from the timing of their “interaction,” which just so happened to be the very same weekend Patrick and his husband had also conceived, it really couldn't be considered “random.”
The chances of father and son conceiving within days were slim. The chances of them both ending up pregnant with high-order multiples were even more so, and yet here they were.
Patrick and Arden were both to blame. Each felt bad in their own regard, but the elder Vaughn much more so. Sex with Patrick had been more amazing than he'd (frequently) imagined it would be, but the results were far from worth it…
Getting pregnant with one baby at the age of fifty-two would've been embarrassing enough! Getting pregnant with six needed a new
word to adequately describe the combined shock and mortification Arden felt. And if Lawson ever found out?! If ANYONE else did.?!
Well, life as they all knew it would be over.
Fortunately, Lawson was too surprised and excited by his own monumental pregnancy to give his dad's much scrutiny. So when Arden offered up his “unnecessary” milk, weird and almost too intimate as he considered it to be, the twenty-five year old gladly accepted because despite his body obviously making a valiant effort, it alone wasn't going to produce enough to properly feed all of the septuplets.
While the sight of Arden had already started working its magic, when Patrick coupled it with very fondly recalling that fateful weekend some nine-plus months ago, it was only moments before he was back at full attention. The soccer stud let out a low grunt as he quietly rounded the bed and gently climbed on behind his father-in-law.
Much to his surprise, the older man didn't stir till he felt him prodding at his ass, already attempting to work its way between his cheeks, or rather, back between them. As processed what was happening, Arden snorted and his eyes shot open.
It took him a second to remember where he was, even though he'd been calling Lawson and Patrick's largest guest room “home” for over a month. Arden had also called it “home” some ten months ago, when he'd come to stay while his actual home had been undergoing some remodeling, which, long story short, resulted in his own body undergoing many (hopefully not permanent) changes itself, as it continually grew and expanded to house six of his sexy son-in-law's spawn.
Realizing Patrick was in his bed again was as exciting as it was upsetting… The attraction between the two of them had always been mutual, but interested as he was in the younger man, he was just that: younger. Too much so.
He was also a client, which meant the two of them could never publicly pursue anything unless they were both willing to lose some clout. As much as the elder Vaughn had selfishly hated to admit it, the younger was the better option for Patrick. As Arden went ahead and played matchmaker, all he could do was hope the secret attraction he felt towards the younger man would fade, but obviously it hadn't. Not enough, anyway…
“You shouldn't be here,” the fifty-two year old said in just above a whisper.
“Want me to leave?” Patrick asked at a normal volume.
He'd been sure to keep quiet the first time he'd snuck into Arden's room, but he wasn’t concerned about that now. Lawson was all the way on the other side of the house, and if woke up and got out of bed, it would only be to use the bathroom or go down to the kitchen for a “snack.”
He'd never think to waddle all the way to his dad's room to check if his husband was about to fuck him (again.) Why would he?
Arden sighed. “I didn't say that…”
He hated that he couldn't bring himself to say, “yes.” As much as he wanted/really needed to, he just couldn't despite his mental anguish.
Prior to becoming a geriatric preggo, even though he was early into his fifties, Arden still got laid whenever he wanted, which he did on a regular basis. Ever since getting knocked up, for reasons that quickly became obvious, he'd stopped putting himself out there, leaving Patrick, his top client, son-in-law, and secret baby-daddy, his only very occasional option for sexual relief.
If things went the way Arden expected they would (since he wasn't about to stop them,) this would be the third time he and Patrick had hooked up post pregnancy reveal. Once per trimester…
Three times more than they should've. Four, really…
“So I should stay then?” The twenty-nine year old asked.
As he did, he moved his hand down and stuck two of his fingers between Arden's fat cheeks as well. He worked them deeper than his coxk had made it (so far,) and started slowly and gently circling them around the fifty-two year old’s hole, silently relishing in the feeling of the hair surrounding it against his digits.
“Damn it, Pat…” his father-in-law moaned as he subconsciously pushed his ass back.
The only people who ever called him Pat, were Arden and Lawson, and they only did so when they were either pissed at him or turned on. This time, it was a bit of both.
To be fair, with six big babies putting constant pressure on his prostate, not that his belly allowed anyone to easily see or access it, more often than not now, Arden was at least semi hard. Add his sexy son-in-law being pressed up behind him, and his teasing fingers into the mix, and you get a raging erection.
Strong as it was, it couldn't fight the enormous belly confining it, though it tried, poking at its turgid underside. The two lowest babies immediately noticed and weren't happy about it…
Needless to say, despite how much he'd grown and stretched, now just days away from evicting its six occupants, space within Arden's womb was at a premium. Upon their very tight confines being further invaded (if only just a little,) the two lowest babies both stretched out as much as they still could, which quickly brought their four other siblings into the battle.
For a moment, Arden forgot about keeping it down and grunted loudly. As soon as he did, Patrick took his fingers from his crack and moved his hand to the massive orb, containing his other children. The geriatric preggo grunted a second time as their hands collided, both of them having naturally gone to the bulging diameter of his belly.
“What woke them?” Patrick asked as he moved his hand away from Arden's and then started rubbing. “We haven’t even gotten started yet!” He chuckled.
“Tell that to my dick!” His father-in-law groaned.
“Oh?” He chuckled some more.
“Yeah…”
“Want me to take care of you first?” He offered.
“Is that what you do with my son?” Arden asked before he could stop himself.
Patrick hesitated for a second. A couple, actually…
“Do you really want me…”
“No!” Arden cut him off. “I don't. I don't even know why I asked?!” He admitted with another groan before asking another question he also didn't actually want answered. “You guys just did it, didn't you?”
“Um…” Patrick hesitated again.
His cock however, did not… It gave a powerful throb between Arden's meaty and slightly sweaty cheeks.
“You don't need to answer,” the agent said. “I know you did… You smell like sex.”
“I smell like sex?” The soccer stud repeated, causing his father-in-law to huff.
“You know you do! You could've at least had the decency to shower before you…”
Patrick had heard enough. He hadn't come to visit Arden to hear him complain. Now that he had though, he found himself even more turned on than before…
As such, without invitation or warning, he abruptly stopped rubbing and spread his hand extra wide before pressing it down firmly against his husband's father's belly. The one he'd also “helped” grown so incredibly big and round.
As soon as he had leverage, he thrust his trim, powerful hips forward and groaned as his thick, rock hard cock was promptly further enveloped, first by many more inches of pregnancy-fattened flesh, and then by warm and wet, pregnant hole.
“Fuuuuuuuck…” he and Arden exhaled in unison, sounding like they'd practiced doing so.
Patrick's eyes rolled back as he pressed harder against the side of the older man's belly. It'd been about three months since he (or anyone else for that matter) had entered Arden, and yet he sank in with ease. It was like being enveloped by warm, velvety butter…
It was unlike when he fucked Lawson, despite doing so every chance he got. Yes, his younger husband's hairless hole had gotten notably looser as the “big day” approached, and yet it still offered more (much appreciated) resistance. That said, Patrick had no complaints as to how easily he sank into Arden, his other baby-mama.
“Fuuuuuck!” Arden said again as he adjusted to his latest, overdue intrusion. “Ohmy… God!” He shakily exhaled.
“Yeah..?” Patrick asked as he very slowly pulled out till just his big, thick tip remained inside. “That feel good?”
“Don't ask… stupid… questions!”
“Was that a stupid question?” He asked, asking another in the process as he slowly reinserted himself as far and deep as he could. As deep as Arden's fattened cheeks, allowed.
“You're… impossible!” The older man groaned again as his cramped dick twitched against its tight confines.
The tight friction almost made it feel like he was jacking off, something he hadn't been capable of doing in almost four months, thanks to how big and quickly he'd grown.
“Damn you feel good!” Patrick said as he slowly started to thrust.
On his next forward one, he instinctively leaned in towards Arden's neck but stopped himself before he reached it. One thing the two of them had never done during their times together, was kiss. Even though it certainly didn't seem like he did, the twenty-nine year old did have some boundaries…
Same as his hole, the rest of Arden's body wasn't quite as tight as his son's. While smaller, his belly and pecs shook more as Patrick pistoned in and out from behind. Rhythmic as it soon became, the rocking of his bloated body didn't make the babies any calmer. If anything, it egged them on.
“Now they're… really awake!” Patrick noted, punctuating the proclamation with an extra forceful thrust as his hand began exploring the now very active, undulating orb.
“Fuuuuuuuck…” Arden half exhaled, half moaned, almost sounding like he was having a contraction.
He kind of wished he was. By no means was he looking forward to giving birth six times, but he was so over being so pregnant.
With labor and delivery right around the corner, Arden found himself thinking about it a lot, even now. Sex, even if he was having it with the last man he should've been (again,) should've been his focus, but try as he might, he just couldn't stop thinking about the soon-to-arrive results of he and Patrick's first ill-advised pairing.
The fifty-two year old wondered who would go into labor first, him or Lawson? At this point, having both surpassed the due dates their respective doctors had given them, it was honestly a crap shoot. The anticipation father and son felt was palpable.
Having given birth once before, some twenty-five years ago, Arden at least kind of knew what he was in for, but obviously, this time was going to be very different… This time, he was nearly twice as old as he'd been the last, and had five more babies to bear before all would be said and done. Babies he wouldn't even be keeping, not that he had any desire to.
“Come on, old man…” Patrick said, using the nickname he used for Arden, usually only when they were in Lawson's presence, as it always made the younger Vaughn laugh.
“Come on… what?” Arden huffed as he tried to steady himself some.
“Get… into… it!” His son-in-law huffed right back, once again making it a (blunt) point to physically punctuate each word. “Don't… just… lay… there!”
“What do you, mmmm… Want me to, nnnnggh! Do? Push you… back and… Mmmm!” Arden moaned again. “Climb on top of you, and… ride that dick?”
“Fuck yeah!” Patrick breathed against his neck.
“Fuck yeah… right!”
The attacker groaned. “Well then could you at least TRY to act like you're… Oooooh, fuuuuuck!!!” He suddenly exclaimed.
He did so as without warning, Arden clamped his hole tightly around him, momentarily taking control of the situation. Yes, he might've been more than twice his son's age and therefore, far from as “spry” as he still was (for now,) but not only wisdom came with age… Experience did as well such as knowing a few “party tricks” like all of a sudden squeezing the hell out of the cock pleasantly nailing your slightly enlarged prostate.
Patrick abruptly stopped thrusting. He did so because Arden's grip was so tight, it kept him from being able to move.
“Now can you tell I'm into it?” The fifty-two year old asked.
“Yup!” His son-in-law quickly replied.
“Bet Lawson's never done that to you, huh?” Arden asked with a smug chuckle as he used his refined muscles to provide Patrick's throbbing cock with a strong massage.
“Not yet!”
“Hopefully, after birthing one of your broods, he'll still be able to. Me too for that matter!” He said as he finally eased his vice-like grip.
As soon as he did, his son-in-law let out a long and low, “Fuuuuuck!”
While free to move about again, Patrick remained still for the next few seconds. Well, mostly… His cock twitched several times as he lay there panting almost as hard as he did after making one of his incredible plays out on the field.
“I've been wondering…” Arden continued.
“Wondering what?”
“What did you do?”
“Huh?” Patrick asked as his cock twitched again.
“Oh, come on…” Arden rolled his eyes. “Just tell me! I promise I won't get mad.”
“Tell you what? I have no idea what you're talking about?!”
“I'm talking about this!” The older man scoffed as he slapped his hand against his belly, the solid thunk reverberating throughout the room. “How did you do it?”
“Come on, old man…” His son-in-law chuckled as he continued rubbing what he could reach of his belly. “You know how!”
“Of course, I know how a pregnancy happens!” Arden huffed as he pushed his hand away. “I wanna know how you got Lawson and I so stupidly pregnant?!”
“It's not like I meant to!” Patrick replied as he set his hand on his father-in-law's widened hip and slowly started working his cock within him again.
“Uh huh…”
“I won't lie and say I'm not immensely proud of what I did to Law and you,” he admitted as he gradually regained his previous pace. “But I didn't mean to!” He stressed again. “How could I?!”
“There's ways… Pills and other, mmm…” Arden moaned as his prostate was pleasantly nailed again. “Treatments you could've had performed in order to…”
“Do you seriously think I drugged myself?!” Patrick scoffed this time as he once again abruptly stopped fucking (this time, under his own accord) the man he'd truly, inadvertently impregnated with his other brood.
“You must've done something!” Arden huffed as he stopped rocking. “Thirteen babies between the two of us!”
“Yeah, I know!” His son-in-law replied, sounding rather proud. “But I didn't do anything, I swear!” He promised.
“So what? We just got lucky?”
“That's one way of putting it. Now can you tighten up again?” He requested before quickly adding, “But not so much this time!”
Arden complied with another grunt, only tightening his hole's grip on Patrick half as much as he previously had. The twenty-nine year old moaned as he resumed his thrusts, gradually picking up his pace, very much enjoying the added pressure.
“You feel so fucking good!” He moaned again. “I'm really gonna miss this!”
“Me too,” Arden quietly admitted as he closed his eyes and moved his hand to try and steady his jiggling pecs.
He tried to stay in the moment but found himself thinking about what would happen after he had the babies… Would he ever even want to have sex again?
After giving birth to Lawson, almost a full year passed before he finally did it again, and even after the long wait, things had been different. His now twenty-five year old son had been a big baby, weighing in at 10 ½ lbs. There had only been one of him and Arden had been two and a half decades younger than he was now…
What condition would he be left in after birthing the sextuplets? His doctor estimated they'd each weigh only 9 lbs, which was a slight consolation, but not much seeing as there were five more of them!
Would his body be able to sufficiently recover and if so, how long would it take? Would he truly be geriatric by the time he was ready and able to have sex again?
The prospects left the fifty-two year old cringing internally. Externally, he moaned.
Because per usual, regardless of the degree of his condition, Patrick felt incredible inside him. It truly was a shame this would be their last time, but it had to be. Even if and when Arden was capable of having sex again, he'd already promised himself it would never be with his son-in-law. Never again, no matter what.
Eventually, whenever all this was over, Arden was going to settle down. He was going to stop fucking around, find someone much closer in age, and be happy with them. Hopefully, they'd either already have children or not want any, because as soon as he could after giving birth, Arden was getting his tubes tied.
There'd be no more pregnancies for him. Two unplanned ones, decades apart, had been enough, especially this one…
“Stop it!” Patrick suddenly grunted.
Arden was confused. “Stop what?”
“All that thinking! You're killing the vibe!”
He huffed. “I…”
“Whatever you're thinking about, stop. Just… enjoy!” Patrick instructed, physically punctuating his last two words.
Arden groaned. Not thinking was easier said than done, but when he belatedly realized he was close to cumming, it got a little easier.
“Fuck…” he panted, his bloated body jostling more. “I'm getting… close!”
“Yeah..?”
“Yeah!” He breathlessly confirmed.
“Wait. Don't cum without me,” Patrick requested. Commanded, actually, which caused Arden's rock hard dick to throb against its confines.
Even though it was so wrong in so many ways, there was just something so hot about being with Patrick. Being full of his babies… It took two to tango, but Patrick had done this to him: made Arden just blow the fuck up.
Speaking of blow, the fifty-two year old was about to. He was teetering right on the edge as he lay there, panting and wobbling, trying desperately to do as his son-in-law had requested: to wait.
Arden didn't want the sex to end because when it did, that would be it. He and Patrick would never fuck again. Hell, after this, Arden might not ever have sex again?!
“Fuck… I'm so close!” Patrick said.
“Mmmm… Me too!” His father-in-law panted back. “So close!” He moaned.
“Just a little… longer,” Patrick said as he started slamming into him.
“Oh God, Pat!” Arden whimpered.
Even with his arm trying to control them, his pecs were jiggling like crazy, some he moved his hand to his belly to try and steady it. Yeah, right…
“Wait!”
“I'm… trying!” He groaned, feeling himself rapidly losing the battle.
Patrick took a firmer grip on his hip, really squeezing it. Arden could tell he was close by the way he was breathing. He just needed to hold on a little longer…
“Fuck! Here it… comes!” The twenty-nine year old said through tightly clenched teeth.
“Oh, yessss!!!” Arden exhaled in eager anticipation and relief.
“Gah!!!” Patrick roared before quickly slamming his mouth against Arden's closest shoulder blade.
“Yessss!!!” Arden said again as he felt his hole getting flooded.
Not a moment later, his own load started to release. Since he was too big to jerk off anymore, there was a lot. All he could do was pant and moan as more and more hot cum entered him from behind and left him from the front.
“Fuuuuuck…” Patrick exhaled as he pulled back.
His face anyway. He kept his still spurting cock buried as deep as he could inside Arden, making sure he didn't waste a drop. He almost always shot big loads, but he was surprised he was still cumming since this was “round two.” But there was just something so damn hot about fucking his father-in-law…
“Ohmygod…” Arden said, the words slurring together like he was drunk.
“Yeah…”
“Fuck!”
“That's a good ‘fuck,’ right?” Patrick asked with a chuckle as he slowly pulled out.
Arden grunted as he clamped his hole shut as tight as he could. “What'd I say about asking stupid questions?”
The attacker laughed as he slapped the ass he'd just vacated. “Still want me to take care of you?” He asked as he rolled over and got out of bed.
“No need now.”
“Lemme help you up,” he offered as he came and stood in front of Arden and held out his hands.
“Why?”
“So you can go to the bathroom and dump that huge load I just put in you,” he winked down at him.
“Too tired,” Arden replied through a yawn.
“If you don't get rid of it, it's just gonna leak out…”
“That's what the mattress protector is for, and your maid.”
“Her name is Maria.”
“I know…” Arden yawned again. “You can go get a towel though and help me wipe off,” he said as he took his hand off the side of his belly and pointed towards its deeply curved bottom. “I made a mess.”
“Thanks to me!” Patrick smirked before heading to the bathroom.
By the time he came back with the towel, Arden was back to sawing logs. Smirking again, Patrick walked around to “his” side of the bed and grabbed his phone. Before he went back to the other side to wipe Arden off, he took a couple pics of his ass, knowing he wouldn't be seeing it bare again anytime soon, if ever.
He was definitely going to miss it. Specifically, being inside it.
Arden had made it explicitly clear that following the pregnancy, that wouldn't happen again. At the time, Patrick simply nodded, having already learned that arguing with an increasingly huge and hormonal preggo usually didn't end well.
But his father-in-law wouldn't be hugely pregnant and hormonal forever… Eventually, his body's chemistry would return to normal (even if it itself did not.) . Wrong as doing so would be, Patrick would probably (more than likely, if he was being honest) try again then.
If he did, he'd probably succeed, because he could be quite convincing when he needed to be. That's how he'd ended up bedding Arden the first time, though it's worth noting, the more Patrick thought about it, the more he realized how little convincing doing so had taken…
Back on Arden's side of the bed, Patrick eased himself down into a squat and stared at the immense belly before him. He sometimes still couldn't believe it contained six of his children. Children he'd unfortunately never get to know or meet, but that's how it had to be. Needed to be.
If anyone ever found out Arden's “accidents” were a result of him, everything would be ruined. Lawson would never be able to forgive him and rightfully so.
As such, it would've made (much) more sense for Patrick to do any and everything he could to stay away from his father-in-law, especially in moments like this, not to mention the interaction that'd just taken place, but he couldn't. As he reached under the orb with the towel and gently wiped away the mess he'd caused Arden to make, Patrick's handsome face broke into another big grin.
How could he not be proud of what he'd done? Twice, to a super sexy father and son!
Not only was it incredibly unlikely, it was just as equally impressive. It made more sense (to Patrick, anyway) to be proud of his accomplishments than not.
The twenty-nine year old sighed as he finished wiping. This was definitely the last time he was going to get to touch Arden's belly, which made him sad. He got sadder still when he realized it might be the last time he got to touch any belly of such magnitude, because unfortunately, there was a good chance his husband's bigger one might be much smaller the next time he saw it…
As he stood and brought the towel over to Arden's hamper, Patrick said a silent prayer that wouldn't be the case. Less than a year ago, he'd never given pregnancy much thought, other than what it resulted in, but now..?
After having knocked his husband and father-in-law both up to such an incredible degree? Well now, he was hooked.
