Father of the Baby

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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"Ow!" was what Elise screeched at him irately. "Damn it, Max, I told you to leave my fucking tits alone! They're sore as hell right now!"

"Oh, come on, baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I just wanted to touch you a little, and...."

"Get your fucking hands off of me! I'm sick and tired of all men right now! Jesus, with Heck out there moaning all day long and you in here groping me all night, I never get one damned bit of peace and quiet! How am I supposed to rest enough to work...." She went on in this vein for a while, but I stopped listening, but I had to chuckle. Poor Max, he wasn't going to get any either! Maybe she was cutting him off for the duration.

I climbed out of my hospital bed which we had erected in the living room with a bit of a moan, not too bad. My back had been giving me hell ever since the automobile accident of over a year ago, but at least the surgery and all the physical therapy was over with, I would have back pain for the rest of my life, but soon my attorney would be settling out my personal injury case (that I would get a settlement was a matter of fact, the only question was how much) and then my former girlfriend and current roommate Elise and her new boyfriend Max would be in for a tremendous surprise.

I guess I'm starting too late, aren't I? My name is Hector Gillespie ("Heck" is what everyone calls me), I'm 27 years old, brown haired, brown eyed, pretty good-looking in a rough-and-tumble way, I worked as a construction worker before the accident and drove a crane just before the accident, a good-paying job and was doing well. Had a good body, too, but all that disappeared when a drunk driver rear-ended me at a stop light at a high rate of speed, pushing me into the back of a diesel rig. Good thing he carried plenty of insurance coverage.

Elise and I were an item by then, pretty and mid-twenties, she works as a secretary and I had used my money to pay our rent for a full year, and our deal was that I did that and she would pay all the other bills for that year (utilities, groceries, what have you) and then the money from the settlement (up to a million) would let us both go off to live in some exotic, cheap location where there are palm trees, warm beaches and all that jazz. Good plan, right?

Elise, meanwhile, had had other plans, while still sleeping with me (and doing other things in bed), she had taken up with Max, Maximilian Carrillo, a twentyish, large hulk of a man who seemed to spend all his time working out, he had black hair and dark eyes, amazingly handsome, and was built like Hercules. He had huge shoulders and a massive chest, a ridiculously small waist, a bulge in his underwear that I saw way too much of when he moved in with Elise and me and a tanned body that was eternally a sun-golden brown (sun lamps, no doubt). He had no visible means of support, and three months into our blissful time together and one month after the accident while I was freshly home from the hospital, Elise informed me that she was breaking up with me and living with Max who moved in with us. Furthermore, she was now pregnant with Max's baby, another reason for him to live with us.

I had counted up the days and contended that I might be the father of her baby instead. Elise admitted the possibility, as there was a good bit of overlap, but she would need to wait until the baby was born. With that argument also on her side, Max could live with us until it was certain, and she had the right of tenancy until the year was over at least, right?

So I ended up in the living room of our one-bedroom apartment in my hospital bed I no longer needed as much, and Elise and Max now in the bedroom. I got to hear how her pregnancy hadn't stopped the old "mattress mayhem" from going on. Max was obviously very athletic in his abilities.

So now you're caught up to the entire mess I was living in and had been living in for the last six or so weeks, and Elise was now in her second month of pregnancy. She had been having all the fun first-trimester pregnancy symptoms that make it abundantly clear that she is preggo, i.e., barfing in the morning with all the loud gagging noises (fortunately, the bathroom was in their bedroom and I didn't have to hear most of that usually) and going from one mood to another like lightning for little or no reason, you know, being really hard to get along with. I took a bit of schadenfraude in knowing Max was the one who mostly had to deal with it, he was the one who had to get up in the night and rub her feet or go fetch her some ice cream or whatever she wanted. Even if it was my baby, I got to avoid all that.

But I was going to tell you about that fateful day, it was a Monday holiday that Elise didn't have to go to work, and Max didn't either. Max was figuring on a bit of early morning delight, from the sound of it, maybe that was what had awakened me, Elise didn't want him to even touch her.

I got my cane and hobbled over to the couch, and was watching some talk show when Elise came out dressed to leave. "Going shopping?" I asked her kindly as I could as she walked past me.

"Mind your own fucking business, you bastard!" was her answer.

"But what about breakfast?" I asked her back.

*Slam!* went the door for my answer. No breakfast from her today.

Max walked out of the bedroom wearing his usual worn out briefs. Mine were at least relatively new and held up well. His threatened to fall apart and sagged rather low. It made him look like he was hung like a horse, and maybe he was, I'd never seen him that way. "Hey!" he said to me.

"Hey!" I said back.

"Elise is in a state this morning," he said as he sat on the couch beside me.

"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed," I replied and we both grinned.

"Do all women act like that when they're pregnant?" Max ventured, I guess he wanted to talk.

"Beats me," I answered. "Elise is the first one I've had to deal with."

"Me, too. God, women are crazy, you know? Why do we put up with them, anyway?" Max groaned, shifting his briefs to adjust himself inside, I guess. The morning light was catching his muscles, forming silver arcs all over his pectorals and abdominals, his biceps and deltoids.

"Because they have pussies," I answered. "If they didn't, we'd never deal with them at all."

"You got that right," Max snickered. "If women didn't have pussies, we'd have to fuck them in the asshole."

"Yeah, and if you're going to do that, you could do that better with your best buddy, not some woman who's liable to turn into a nutjob on you some day," I agreed.

"Yeah," Max said. A short pause, then he asked, "You ever do it with a man?"

"Me?" I answered. "Well, once when I was maybe nineteen, a buddy and I decided to give it a try one weekend, just to sort of see what it was like. We'd been drinking and we were so damned close, it didn't seem so much of a big deal, you know?"

"Yeah, I know," Max agreed.

"We spent most of that Saturday at it, and had a hell of a time getting it in each other, and when we finally did, well, it was sort of anti-climactic, pun not intended. I mean, it didn't mean that much. Didn't feel that much better than fucking a girl. So we didn't ever do it again."

"You were young and inexperienced," Max said. "I've done it a few times, different guys. When you work out a lot, you find a lot of guys are that way. Part of the mystique, sort of. Some guys can really do a great job of it, that can feel really awesome. I stopped doing it when I met Elise, but now...maybe I'm ready to start doing it again."

"I know how you feel," I said. "I haven't been laid since...since Elise and I broke up, and I'm getting pretty damned antsy myself."

"Aren't you unable to have sex now, I mean...." Max trailed off.

I laughed. "I can't walk worth a hoot or carry stuff, otherwise I'm fine. I just sleep in this bed because I have it, not because I need it."

"So you're able to have sex," Max confirmed.

"Sure," I said. "Ready, willing and able, if I get the chance."

"Good," Max said and he scooted across the couch and took me in his arms and his face reached toward mine.

I wish I could say I was surprised, but I knew Max better than that, the man was a total tom cat when it came to sex, I had sort of wondered when Elise would turn off the sex tap and he'd come tomcatting after me and had decided that, given I was pretty much confined to this apartment (barring walking around doped up on painkillers with a cane or paying for a ride out of limited funds going to gay bars and hoping to score) I would give him a roll.

So when he reached for him and his face got near and he kissed me, I was more than ready to kiss him back and hadn't gotten dressed for just this reason. Our mouths meshed and he was startled, I think by the force of my kiss and more when my tongue came out to push against his lips, but he was game and let me slide it into his mouth and sucked on it and then his own tongue pushed its way out into my mouth and I gave it the same suction.

That broke the gates, as it were, and he lifted up and bore me down onto the couch and we were gripping each other with all the passion we could muster. His hands were around my chest and mine were down at his briefs, feeling into and underneath the loose elastic and I got my grip on those taut buttocks and I squeezed them tight and ground myself against his groin and he moaned in utter lust.

"Awwww, fuck, Heck, why haven't we been doing this for weeks now?" He groaned. "I've been putting up with Elise's touch me, touch me here, touch me there, no don't touch me here or there, it hurts, I swear, it's like making love in a minefield!"

"She's gotten pretty hard to live with," I commiserated. "I've been blaming it on the pregnancy."

"Yeah, but when do I stop blaming it on the pregnancy and start blaming it on her just being a bitch?" he groaned. "I mean, the other night...."

I touch a finger over his lips. "Look, Max, Elise was my girlfriend until you came along, and I've been as nice to you as I know how since then, seeing how she was to blame for that. But please, don't expect me to feel too sorry for you, okay? One or the other of us has gotten her knocked up and I'll take my share of abuse from her for that, but from you...not so much."

"Okay, fair enough," Max agreed. "But I'm frustrated as hell, and I need to get laid so bad, right now."

"That's better, I can work with that," I said and my hands got busy worming the briefs off his slender hips. We had to both get off the couch to take them off, but that was okay, when naked, with one accord, we high-tailed it to the bedroom where the rumpled bedsheets were easy to knock off the bed and give us a clear field of lovemaking. That is, he raced in, I hobbled with my cane but I made good time.

On the bed he was upside down with his head to the foot of the bed. "Get in the usual way, we can sixty-nine," he explained.

I saw his hard cock for the very first time, I had seen it soft before he took off for the bedroom and it had been a limp sausage of a nice size but hard.... Wow! Max had a ten incher, easy, it was stiff as a board, thicker than most, uncut and covered in the smoothest, cleanest cockskin I had ever seen, with a proud tube of foreskin tipping over the glans for an additional half inch.

"Damn!" I breathed before I could catch myself. "That's one mean mother!"

"You got a nice one yourself, Heck, don't fret about it," Max assured me.

Mine was eight inches, and had been snipped at birth so that my poor mushroom-shaped glans stuck out all pink and naked as it could be. That doctor had been out to get all of my foreskin he could get! "I have enough to get by," I said modestly.

"It's plenty and more than plenty," Max said. "Mine, some women have actually refused to do it with me, honest. I have to use lube with them, always, but you can skip that."

"Gee, that's too bad," I said though I was dripping with jealousy.

"So come on, let's suck each other and I'll show you I appreciate your cock as much as you appreciate mine," Max offered.

I crawled in and he had hold of my prod before I even got settled well; damn but he put a good suction on me! I hastily laid on down and scarfed down his massive pecker and got busy, and we were busy sucking and moaning for a while, my world was locked into a view of only his thick, muscled hips and the aroma of his groin, a thick musky male smell, not noxious but very rich and powerful, it nearly overwhelmed my nostrils and enhanced my desire, which is probably why it smelled that way, I hoped he smelled the same thing at my groin, I didn't know, I'd never smelled myself down there.

I was enjoying this plenty and figured this was how we were going to finish, swallowing each other's come loads or taking it in our faces, and I had decided to see how I felt when I got close to my orgasm to make up my mind on that, when I felt his fingers sliding over my back, down my spine and over the small of my back, onto my buttocks and then the center one, the middle finger, went into the hairy crevice between and found my sphincter. I gasped as the finger probed into my asshole and I let go of his rod and said, "Max?"

"Just checking it, Heck, don't fret none. If it's virginal, I won't go any further. But you said you had done it, and I was seeing how inviting you are down there," Max said huskily.

I sighed as his finger got to worming inside me. "Keep sucking me and you'll see how inviting I am," I moaned. "The more you suck, the more my ass will, too." This was true, my ass was pulling at his finger, drawing it inwards as my passion worked its magic on my muscles in the vicinity and my prostate craved to feel that finger tickling it.

Max noticed it, too. "You know, Heck, I don't think your ass is objecting to the idea at all," he opined.

"It does have a mind of its own," I said. "It can spout its opinions at the worst times, too, you want to hear it?"

"I'd rather not," Max laughed. "Let me see if I can reward it for its friendliness, if I can just find the...ah, there it is!" He had found my prostate gland and his fingertip began to play over the double-lobed glans which loops over the rectum at that point. You hit that lobe and it can give you the sexual thrills as good as any you ever had from your cock, and if you haven't experienced it before, just find a gay man who has and ask him. Better yet, get him to show you if you have the courage. He'll be happy to oblige, I'm sure.

I was worming and squirming as Max toyed with my love gland and he let me wiggle and wriggle around as he kept his finger moving up and down and around, he was flexing my intestines, I realized but after the many years since I'd last had a visitor in there. I groaned and I said, "You got any of that lube you use on the women around?"

"Sure, in the nightstand."

I looked up and saw the nightstand, I reached and could just open the one drawer and fumbled inside it, got out the tube. Handed it down and said, "Here you go, soldier, rub it down and get in there!"

"Aye, aye, captain!" Max agreed and I started to roll over onto my stomach. "No, no, on your back. I never fuck someone doggy-style. I like to see your face when I shove it in and while I'm fucking you. Besides, don't you want to watch me fucking you?"

I looked him over and his body, his face, so majestic a man, so handsome a face... "You're damned right I do." I flopped onto my back and scooted over to fix my position.

He was on his knees rubbing his dong and I got a full view of his muscled form. It was a picture I wish I could have painted. He looked like a god come down to Earth, to make love to me, a mere mortal being. I can't put it any clearer than that. The lights from the window and the one overhead, they combined to paint his body in light and gave his body's natural sheen a glow that seemed supernatural. His smile was also that of a deity, a little patronizing but also understanding, he knew his worth in bed and he used my weakness that his attractiveness caused but didn't take undue advantage of it, now that he had me, he intended to make me never regret giving in to him. I could count on him to give me a memory I would never forget. All that in a smile and in his eyes. Intoxicating, I could see how Elise had fallen for him. Who wouldn't?

His cock lubed up, he floated down (I swear, maybe I was besotted, but he moved so fluidly, it seemed that way) and got into position on top of me, and I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his massive chest. His face was looking down into mine and he said, "Okay, Heck, now I'm going to try to make your day."

"Yeah, do it!" I said dreamily. Maybe I was dreaming all this, if so, I didn't want to wake up!

Max's prong found my hole and he pressed the head against me, grinned at me and I smiled back and he gave a good, hard shove. Holy crap! How do I explain it? His cock went inside me about three or four inches, far enough inside to strike my prostate on the first jab, and my body sang out "Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallee-eee-luuu-jah!" I groaned and rose up onto my shoulders in my passion and Max rose up with me, holding still and letting me feel it, hard and thick, pulsing inside of me, and I keened out, "UHHHHHHHHH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and fell back down, panting hard.

As I breathed, my chest bobbing up and down, Max pushed into me again and this time, the feeling was almost nil, like my body, overwhelmed at the first jab, had nothing left to give, I only groaned a little bit when he did, and then he said, "Okay, Heck, I got it all in, you ready for me to get moving?"

"Yeah, oh, yeah, it feels so fucking good!"

"It may have been a while, but you remember how to get fucked damned good," Max said.

"Well, the doctors kept shoving a camera up my butt on a tube, to look at things," I said. "Or an x-ray or such, I lost track. That probably helped."

"Yeah. Lucky me. Anyhow, on to the fun part."

Max began to move his hips and he wasn't kidding about that, his movements made my prostate yelp for joy all over again, his cock was downright magical that way, just the right size to make you feel so damned good but not so big as to wreck my insides. I crooned and held on tight to him and as his prong massaged my insides I groaned and clutched to him and his face was right up against mine and true to his word, he was watching my every expression with delight and even awe.

"Damn, Heck, you love getting fucked even more than Elise," he marveled as he sped up his anal assault on me. "Your butt is clutching at my cock like it is never going to let go, I'm afraid you're going to have one of those spasms that some people have, where we'll be locked together and have to call for a doctor to give you a shot to get you to let go. How mortifying that would be!"

"Sounds damned sexy to me," I gasped as he rocked me back and forth. "I hope it happens."

"I don't, I'm told it's damned painful to both people, and no fun at all," Max said. "So let's not find out. I'll fuck you until you come and I come and then we'll relax and I can do it again as soon as we both want to, okay?"

"Sounds good!" I panted. "Speaking of which, I'm getting damned close!"

"Yeah, sounds good," Max agreed. "Hang on, I'm going to ramp up to high speed, that makes me come faster than anything." He got up onto his feet with his heels lifted, only his toes and front of his feet were on the sheet, squatting style and he had my ass lifted up off the sheets, his body holding me and he began to ram me like that, his hips were able to really go gangbusters that way and I gave a long, shuddering keen as he did that to me for my passion was one long flaming rush of joy. "UhhhhUhhhUhhhUhhUhhUhhUhhUhhUhhUhhUhhUhhUhhUhhUhh!"

"HahHahHahHahHahHahHahHahHahHahHahHahHahHah!" Max panted at the same cadence, he was indeed building in climax. "Uh, huh, huh, I'm ready to come now, ready to come, come with me, Heck, come with me now, now, now!"

"AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH!" I agreed.

"HUHH-HUHH-HUHH-HUHH-HUHH-HUHHHH!" Max moaned as he kept rabbit-fucking me.

"AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AH, HAHHHHHHHH!"

"HUHH-HUHH-HUHH-HUHH, HUH, HUHHHHHHHHHH!"

"AH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I climaxed like a clown casting confetti, spraying come in a fountain of small pellets all over both of us, landing everywhere, for I was being rocked all over the place by his pounding pelvis and the convulsing contours of my anatomy splayed out in his arms.

"HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Max orgasmed right along with me, his hot spooge rocketing into my activated anus, which was spasming and sucking at his prick, I hadn't known my ass would do that, but it was, my muscles were pulling at his pud, demanding it give more, more, more, and his cock delivered, many hot pulses of rich, creamy come, I could feel it filling my rectum, boiling around his banana bonanza of joy.

He watched me, but I watched his face as he climaxed, the way his face softened, the god had vanished and turned into a man, a handsome man, but just a man, a gentle man, a good man, and suddenly I felt very protective of him, like he needed someone to care for him, a boy grown up but still a boy in many ways, and I understood why Elise had taken him in and paid for his living with us, and continued to even while she was pregnant and having to work to support him while sick with the symptoms of that first trimester of pregnancy.

Done, Max crumpled, lost in himself as his joy departed, a lost boy and I held him tightly as he fell into my arms and I patted his back as he breathed and his self-confidence was cracked and his very being a shambles, it would return, I knew, but I had seen behind it now, and I knew the real him, and would never be fooled again.

He recovered and rolled off me and after a short pause, he said, "I'm hungry."

"Me, too, but Elise is gone. We'll have to see what's in the pantry."

"I'll go see, you just make it to the living room, that's enough struggle for you as it is."

He was right about that.

Max wasn't a cook but he brought out toasted bread, butter and jam and hot coffee and we made a decent breakfast out of just that. We ate and talked and after a while got dressed and talked some more. I got a call from my attorney about my case, that I'd been waiting for.

Elise came back about eleven o'clock and saw us sitting together on the couch. "How did you two make out while I was gone?" she asked.

"We made out fine," Max said and I had to laugh at that double entendre.

"I'll go make some lunch if you're ready," she said.

"We made breakfast but I could eat." I agreed.

"Me, too."

Elise really is a good cook, and made a real meal for us, we ate by a little before noon, and I said, "While you were gone, Max and I had a long talk."

"Okay."

"We decided it doesn't matter which one of us is the father of the baby. Why don't we make this a threesome, the three of us, if you are willing. You raise the baby and keep the house, and I'll pay all the expenses. We'll pick that tropical location and the three of us will raise the child together. We can even have more children, you the mother and one of us the father. How about it?"

Elise looked at Max. "You're okay with this?"

"Sure," Max said. "Heck and me are really good friends now." He put an arm around me and Elise, I think, got the picture."

"I see," she said. "What's my other choice?"

"My settlement came through. They tendered the five-million dollar excess liability limits. I'll collect at least half of that after attorney's fees and costs, maybe more. We insist on a DNA test to determine paternity, the father of the baby sues for sole custody, and Max and I go to that tropical location without you."

Elise blinked and stomped off to the bedroom.

"She'll come around," Max predicted. "She knows what's best for her and the baby."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Think we can convince her to sleep in the hospital bed out here while we take the bedroom?"

"With her bad back from the pregnancy? No problem," Max grinned. The old Max was back, he was confident he could win. So was I.

THE END
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