Breeding Inspiration

Originally posted on Tumblr: July 4th 2025

 

Original A/N: Hey guys here we finally have the new story it’s a bit of a long one. Also it’s a bit different than my normal fare also more sexually explicit. No worries though, because after writing this I’m ready to get back to more classic age progression stories.

Top Row: Caden, Jesse, Thomas
Bottom Row: Bryce, Oscar, Yusuf

 

The smell of alcohol permeated throughout the establishment. A mostly wooden building with sticky floors, amber lights, a pool table, and small groups of people having a good time. The long bar had fancy black metal stools with red seats, while the floor had round wooden tables and chairs, along with booths on the sides. The best a dive bar could do in a suburban area. Regardless, there was a true warmth that radiated from the people, their conversations, and their demeanor. A single burly woman manned the bar while a giant of a man by the door wore a simple black t-shirt that read ‘SECURITY’.  Two men entered, greeting them, one more eager than the other, clearly familiar with the two staff members. 

“They’re over here.” Caden said after he finished his ‘hello’s. Jesse strolled behind the other male. He hadn’t been expecting this place from Caden. Jesse was dressed in his signature black leather jacket zipped up, blue jeans, and black boots. His short brown hair was perfectly cut, and facial stubble at his preferred length. The lights in the room only accentuated his tanned skin more. Sadly, he’d left his and Caden’s helmets tucked away inside his motorcycle’s case. The bar seemed perfect for him, Caden not so much. 

Caden was a bubbling ball of positive energy and friendliness. He had got off work and immediately invited Jesse out. A few weeks ago, Jesse had strolled into town, unnerving everyone with his bad boy looks. He was looking for a job. There was a wife and two kids to feed, but no one was willing to hire him. As the story went, along came Caden, the sweet naive town florist offering Jesse a position in his shop. A funny sight, to see two men, one in spring pastel shirts appropriately, and the other in his leather jacket, both with apron’s wrapped around them. Caden wasn’t deaf though, he knew how people talked about Jesse behind the man’s back. They were sure he was going to chew Caden up and spit him out, maybe even steal from him.  He certainly had the face for it, but Caden never doubted him, not even for a minute. Then again Caden figured he was too adept to the town’s gossip, having grown up there his whole life. 

Instead, the best counteraction to rumors and speculation was to let the truth disinfect them. But there was no way people were going to see how good Jesse was if they didn’t give him a chance. Luckily, Caden had a solution for that too: Jesse needed to make friends and get a support group that wasn’t just Caden.

Caden wasn’t exactly sure how he came to hire Jesse specifically, his mind was hazy on the details. His mind was hazy on a lot. Often when Caden and Jesse were in the shop, Jesse would talk about something, but Caden never remembered certain chunks of their conversations. Caden hoped it wasn’t because he was fantasizing that much. What was it called, maladaptive daydreaming? Caden didn’t need that in his life. Despite the pastels and the profession, Caden knew due his muscle size and even boxy face, he read as straight to people. Female clients made it quite obvious. Whether they were from out of town or not. Somehow the rumor mill never circulated around him. Caden wondered if he was too uninteresting, or the fact he’d never got a relationship to the point where he’d announce it in some dramatic fashion scandalizing the old fogies in town. The only people he ever told were his dad and friends. 

When Jesse came along it gave Caden something to fixate on, not just the man’s problems but his body too. Caden had recently been ghosted once again by a boyfriend. Man eye-candy was the least he deserved. He may have been willfully trusting, but just how he wasn’t deaf, he wasn’t blind either. Still to make things right Caden thought it only fair to introduce Jesse to his friends. He was sure whatever assumptions Jesse had made about him were being shattered as they walked through to the back end of the bar. Sitting at the last table was a group of men, opened beer bottles out, laughing before they noticed Caden and Jesse approaching.

The two men on the opposite ends of the circular table had their chairs pushed out. Their legs were splayed open, giving full view of their outfits. On the left, there was a blonde man with short hair. He was dressed in business attire or at least had been, his blazer and tie were thrown across the back of his chair. Currently, he sat with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbow. The slate blue dress shirt was unfastened down to the fourth button, no T-shirt underneath, leaving a glimpse of his pecs on display.  There was a black belt with a silver buckle strapped around his waist that kept his gray slacks up, which led to the hint of his dark dress socks and black dress shoes.  On the right, there was a Turkish man dressed simpler. His black hair had more of a quiff and height to it, opposed to his blonde counterpart. His outfit was a tight short-sleeved black shirt with no logo that did nothing to hide his pecs pressing outward. A thin gold chain adorned his neck while a gold watch adorned his left wrist. Black jeans appeared to be his pants of choice.

In the center, sitting next to the Turkish man was a buff red-headed guy. Beefier than the rest, He too was dressed nice like the blonde except, his outfit more akin to a matured frat boy. His squarish jaw didn’t help with that image. But truthfully the polo shirt and khakis he was wearing sealed that image. The last guy, between the blonde and redhead was a Latino male, wearing a cowboy hat and a denim blue shirt. The only one who acknowledged Jesse with a tip of his hat. 

“Guys this is Jesse!” Caden exclaimed, walking up to the table. Any ice-cold gazes the two approaching were worried for, didn’t exist. The blonde hopped up first pulling Caden into a full body hug, followed by the Turkish guy. 

Then soon, the blonde extended his hand to Jesse. “Thomas. It’s Justin, right?  Great to talk to you in person.”

Jesse made a weird face, “It’s… Jesse actually.”

“You guys know each other?” Caden asked, watching them shake hands.

“Nah, I just called up the shop yesterday when I heard you were bringing your new employee to meet us.” Thomas winked, “Had to test the waters you know.”

Rolling his eyes Caden said, “Please, not that alpha male stuff again. If you wanna do a dick measuring contest, do it with Yusuf.”

The Turkish man snickered, “He’d know he’d lose.”

Thomas arched an eyebrow, “Wanna bet?” He cupped his junk.

“Not in front of the new guy, hermanos.” The Latino man stood up and rubbed Thomas’s shoulders. “Didn’t we say we were going to give Caden’s new friend a warm welcome.” He threw an arm around Thomas as they faced Jesse once again.

Embarrassment was too weak of a word to describe how Caden was feeling in the moment. Though as he stole a glance at Jesse, he found a bemused smirk on his friend’s face. Caden laughed, “Oh yeah, they were all going to get along. 

“Sorry about that,” Thomas stated. “I’m usually more levelheaded, but as you can see it can get competitive among us. It’s all the testosterone.”

“Speak for yourself,” Caden added.

“That so?” Yusuf leaned forward and lifted Caden’s shift for the group. “I count six abs here. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to compete in the looks department.” huffing Caden put his shirt back down.

“Hey, you’re,” Jesse spoke for the first time, a rich smooth voice leaving his lips. His statement went unfinished however as he pointed at the ring around Yusuf’s finger. Slowly he turned, spotting the same glinting on all their fingers that even matched his own.

“All hitched,” Yusuf said, “And it looks like you are too, but no surprise there.” He got nudged in the side by the redhead next to him. “I didn’t mean anything, by it.” he said defensively. “This bastard next to me is Bryce. And the ass over there in the cowboy get up is Oscar.”

Caden was sure, Jesse was wondering, how a single gay man came to be friends with a bunch of straight married guys. Or maybe Jesse didn’t give a shit about that because soon enough Oscar, Bryce, and Yusuf had dragged him off for shots. Only him and Thomas were left at the table. Swiping up an unopened beer, and grabbing his own, Thomas passed the bottle to Caden. He Clinked their glass before taking a swig, Then he slinked himself over to a booth and beckoned for Caden to follow. Slipping in the booth opposite, Caden noticed they were out of view from the others. He opened his bottle.

“What’s going on with you man?” Thomas asked. “How long we’ve been friends, I can tell when something isn’t right.”

There were a few years difference between the two, Caden at 29, Thomas at 32 going on 33, but they were like brothers. Thomas being the first person Caden ever came out to during high school even though Thomas was an upperclassman. There was a deep bond between them that Caden couldn’t deny when he stared into those deep trustworthy blue eyes. The other guys were great, Oscar at 34, Yusuf and Bryce at 36 and they all had their own special place in Caden’s heart but there was something about Thomas. 

“I haven’t heard from him.” Caden admitted.

Thomas sighed as he sat back, he expected it. “Did you take him to meet your dad?” He shook his head; his eyes flitted over to the friends laughing at the bar before coming back. “Why am I asking? I know you did.” His attention came back in the booth as he put his hand over his mouth thinking.

“I know you said not to. You all did, but it’s not like my dad is homophobic. I’ve grown up with him my entire life. I guess he could be scaring guys off when I’m not around but that doesn’t seem like him.”

Wiping his hand off his face, “Honestly, it’s not about your dad being homophobic or not. He’s just…” Thomas grunted seemingly choking down his words, “a lot to deal with.” 

“You get along fine with him.” Caden pouted, “All of you do.”

Thomas’s face tensed as he said the next part “None of us are dating you though.” And I don’t mean your dad’s a lot in a bad way, but for a gay guy meeting him —

His speech was cut off by the sound of Caden crying. Thomas hushed immediately and scooched over to Caden’s side. Thomas wrapped his arm around Caden, pulling him in as Caden’s head found its way to his chest to cry into.

“I really thought he was the one.” Caden admitted.

“I know, I know,” Thomas kissed his head and rubbed his back. The touch was enjoyable, but Caden didn’t want to get too carried away. He could feel the weight of the ring on his back.

The crying male asked, “How’s Susan?” to squash any fantasies rising within him.

“She…and the baby are good.” Thomas said.

Lifting his head, still on Thomas’s chest, Caden said, “Baby? Again? Geezus Thomas.”

“Don’t blame me, for this one.” Thomas muttered, his face turning red.

“Oh? So, I should blame Susan,” Caden joked.

“No, it’s not her fault either. “Thomas defended. “The middle two are on us. The first and last are works of a horn dog.” Thomas said quietly, turning his face away from Caden.

Caden laughed, “Is that your sexual nickname in bed or something: Horndog?”

“Well would you look at these two,” Yusuf stood leaning one arm on the booth. The other guys crowded around, going “Ooooo”, while Jesse watched clearly confused. But Caden didn’t see anything else as Thomas wrapped his arms around Caden’s head, pressing him in closer.

“Back, back you vultures,” Thomas said dramatically and through laughs, the other guys teased them both. Normal fair for the group. After a min the others gave up, and Thomas released Caden’s head. Caden tried not to think about how good Thomas’s cologne mixed with his sweat was. His face had pressed into Thomas’s exposed skin and touched that solid muscle. He was hard as a rock.

Standing up he tried to hide his boner, “I need a drink.” 

As Caden walked away and the guys moved back to the table he heard Thomas whisper “Guys go easy on Caden this one really hurt him.”

“They always do,” Bryce grunted. 

Caden ignored them and kept walking. He knew his love life was not ideal, especially compared to his married friends. Yet he always thought his relationships went well, but hell Caden wasn’t perfect. He couldn’t even recall the names of his ex-partners. They came and went. He never thought he was that callous but that seemed to be the case. Even so it didn’t explain why his heart was in so much pain over it. He ordered a drink and then another.  Soon enough he was dancing in the bar, there wasn’t a dance floor, but there was a jukebox. His friends tried to get him to sit down, but he didn’t want to. He got a call on his phone from his dad and told his friends he was going to take it outside. They let him go.

Outside the bar Caden struggled to answer his phone, but then he got the overwhelming urge to throw up.  He raced back inside to the bathroom lucky it was by the front door. He went to the cleanest stall, locked the door, then leaned over …as nothing happened. “I’m too fucked up.” Caden ended up sitting his ass on the toilet seat lid. The door to the bathroom opened as people walked in.

“So, we’re not going to talk about it. Because the shots didn’t help.” that was Jesse’s voice, Caden noted, as the footsteps made their way over to the urinals.

“There’s no point.” Spoke Thomas, followed by the sound of his very expensive zipper coming undone.

“Ah Thomas, let him vent,” Oscar’s thick voice resounded in the bathroom. Caden was drunk enough to think he could dive into that accent.  “We usually meet up without Caden and share it with the new guy but go on. Wait, let’s make sure the coast is clear.”

Lifting his legs Caden laughed, thinking he was going to hear a secret, known only to his friends. He put a finger on his lips telling himself to be quiet.

“We’re good.” Oscar shouted.

“I don’t see why we can’t tell Caden.” Jesse said.

“He won’t notice, he never notices. and he always spaces out.” Thomas answered.” I’m sure you’ve probably already tried multiple times, how’d that work out?”

“I have two kids and a mortgage. I need answers.” Jesse stressed the last part.

“TWO?” Oscar sucked his teeth. “You must have been loved.”

“All I’m saying is to undo it.”

“That’s your problem junior, you think this is Caden’s fault, it’s not."  Oscar’s voice moved away from the stalls.

"Huh?”

“It’s more your fault than his. Then there’s another person who can be blamed and it’s not Caden.” Thomas walked over to wash his hands. “Look. I wouldn’t have believed it if it hadn’t happened to me and I saw it for myself.” Jesse joined the other two at the sinks, another faucet running.

 Come to my house tomorrow like we planned and everything will be explained.” Thomas patted Jesse’s shoulder. The three men stepped out, leaving Caden lost as to what he had just heard.

—
Salvino household

Jesse arrived at the large brick house as he had promised. 11 in the morning, though rising early wasn’t really an issue for him these days. The walkway leading up to the house was freshly swept, adorned with a neatly trimmed row of bushes on each side. Two small trees pruned to perfection matched the bushes. On the front side of the house lay an arrangement of colorful flower beds. A smile crossed Jesse’s lips knowing exactly who planted it. He rang the doorbell as Thomas appeared in an outfit similar to yesterday’s outing, “Come on in, the others are in the living room.”  Jesse studied the pictures of the family man along the wall, his beautiful wife, and four children. The house reflected a quaint, sweet kind of life that Jesse wasn’t used to. 

Stepping into the living room, showed Bryce, Oscar, and Yusuf, sitting on the sofa and chairs, with the latter two playing cards. Toys were brushed to one side of the living room, while a baby monitor rested on the mantle. Bryce sat apart from them in an armchair, cigar in one and a glass of whiskey in the other. 

“Want one?” Bryce asked,” The wife and kids aren’t around.” 

“I’ll settle for some answers for now, thanks.” Jesse popped a squat letting his long legs enjoy the spacious area.

“Well then no need to waste,” Thomas walked in, placing party wings, pizza boxes, and plates on the coffee table. Hands tore open the boxes dropping slices and wings onto plates. Even Jesse wasn’t immune to the smell of buffalo wings and found himself on plate two before Thomas began talking.

“I grew up with Caden. I’ve known him longer than anyone else here. I know exactly when this problem started.”

——

Tommy Salvino

Tommy Salvino was in love with his best friend Caden Evans. Growing up in a rural area of their town made it really hard for him to understand that. Tommy and Caden were both farm boys and neighbors. Though the term ‘neighbors’ was quite loose with how far they’d have to walk to see each other. But the boys frequently made the treks to hang out. Tommy had a gift with animals and Caden excelled at crops. Their farms had both, but it was clear the two were a match made in heaven. However, the term ‘gay’ never really came up for Tommy. Sure, he’d hear it on the school bus or thrown around during school, but that didn’t spark his interest. Not much in those four walls did. Tommy had been very aware that he was not blessed in academics. He was the common dumb farm boy type who didn’t know anything.  If it didn’t involve some kind of physicality, Tommy wouldn’t perform well.

But then there was Caden Evans, a farm boy, and Tommy’s best friend, whose eyes lit up at school. He loved using the library to borrow books about plants. Tommy would be out playing by himself and often find Caden hunched on a large boulder reading. Of course, that meant Tommy had to pester him until Caden read the book aloud. Words and phrases Tommy never heard before slid out of Caden’s mouth like butter. Tommy could lay in the shade cast by the trees from the afternoon sun, enjoying the reading. Caden’s insistence on learning about plants he never heard of should have been the first inkling the boys were different. But Tommy didn’t see it at the time. Caden had a desire and passion to learn more and be curious. Tommy was content to live in his world unchallenged.

 The day it clicked for Tommy for how Caden came to be was astounding. Not the first, second, or even third time, but during one of his visits Tommy saw Caden’s parents, Mr. & Mrs. Evans, working together. Mr. Evans was very much an outdoorsy hands dirty kind of guy. His wife, however, kept the place spotless, and even at neighbors houses she’d get restless if she didn’t clean up a mess. They got married young so no doubt they drove each other up a wall with their quirks. Mrs. Evans was a real doer and thinker; she’d talk about a new skill she’d want to learn and then just do it. She didn’t know how to sow when the boys were little, but by the time they were in high school she was the seamstress for clothing repairs.

That very ‘I want to know something & learn about’ attitude is why Caden probably even searched up the term ‘gay’. People weren’t clamoring for the internet where they live but Caden was different. He had to know what gay meant because he was afraid, he was. It turns out it was true. Tommy was the first person Caden came to at Old Miria Lake.

The stars were out by then, fireflies glowing ever so faintly as the boys sat under a tree overlooking the lake. The boy’s figures were almost pure silhouettes simply over casted by dark blue hues. They needed to head home soon.

“I don’t care if you like boys. I like you just the way you are. Guess that makes me gay too.” Tommy said.

“It’s not that kind of like.” Caden laughed. Tommy had a warm heart set ablaze the whole time their conversation had been going, He could have stared into Caden’s green eyes until the sun rose again. But he wasn’t a master of putting words together like Legos, no he was a doer. So, before his Ma called across the field, Tommy leaned over in the dark and kissed Caden.

“Is it that, kind of like?” 

There were no more kisses that night, but there was no longer any denying it. Caden and Tommy were a match, even if it had been something their parents had been willfully ignorant of, the kiss broke the dam. The boys couldn’t keep their affection from each other on the farms: small touches, lingering eyes, and secret whispers. The pair was a match born to be together. 

Then a major change came when the boys turned 18. Mrs. Evans wanted a divorce from her husband. In her own words, she never really took to farming, but still wanted to explore other things. Caden decided to stay with his dad. He loved his mom, but he was sure his dad would need him more. Though he did express being excited about leaving town to go visit his mother across the country when he got the chance. 

After Mrs. Evans left there was a subtle change. Mr. Evans didn’t have a major downfall or spiral into depression, but something was different. Tommy had been visiting the Evans’ since he was a boy but now as a young man he was noticing Mr. Evans. It started with the smell. Nothing bad, but a woodsy-piney tone radiated off the man at all times. In the years before, Tommy had certainly caught small hints but assumed it was a cologne. However, when Mr. Evans would stop by Caden’s room, leaning on the door frame when the boys were playing video games, it was hard to deny the source.

“What would you boys like for dinner?” Mr. Evans would ask. 

Tommy’s mind would go blank, as the smell from Mr. Evans would pierce his nose. Caden unaware, would answer them both. The only thought in Tommy’s head: Mr. Evan’s smelled like a man. The young man had no idea what that thought even meant but he felt it to be true. Until then he had never once thought of Mr. Evans as attractive, as Tommy’s mind had solely been on Caden. But after the divorce, Tommy was more floored by how he had not seen Mr. Evans as an older hunkier and straighter version of Caden from the beginning. Then there’d be days the man would get done working on the farm and his smell filtered through the house.  Coming back from school and joining the Evans for dinner the smell would assault Tommy and give him no escape. 

He began to think about Mr. Evans, fantasizing about him. In school, at home, with Caden. They started innocently enough; this was the father of the guy he loved. It was easy to imagine Caden growing to look like his dad. The thoughts soon devolved into how did Mr. Evans look naked, how did he fuck naked, was he plowing women out on the field? Those thoughts kept Tommy and his cock up at night. His mind would hone on the image of Mr. Evans grinding his hips into a woman. How effortlessly he could get her pregnant and how quickly he’d make Caden a big brother. They were fucked up but Tommy couldn’t shake them. The only life raft he had was Caden. For some reason, it became easier to stay focused around Caden even if the thoughts didn’t.

“What’d ya mean smells? Is it really bad?” Caden said, unlocking the door to his house, Tommy right behind him. The first and last time Tommy would bring this subject up to his boyfriend.

“It’s not a bad smell,” Tommy sighed, unsure how to explain it properly. Stepping into the house, Mr. Evans’ smell was deep within his nose. “It’s just really obvious it’s your dad’s scent.” Caden took whiff standing only a few feet in front of Tommy, with no changing expression on his face.

“Must be because I live here, my nose is blocking it out.” Caden said walking into the kitchen. “I’ll tell him he’s sweating too much. He’s started walking around in his boxers, when he’s relaxing, probably only making it worse.

“Um, are we sure your dad isn’t depressed?” Tommy asked if only to ignore his cock twitch from the last statement. 

Turned out, the new divorcee was enjoying going back to a bachelor life to some degree. No need for him to over care when it was just him and the boys. “Oh, trust me, I’ve been eyeing him like a hawk for any hints.” Caden shouted back. “But stinking up the place can be a sign too, so showers it is.” 

When Mr. Evans was sweating, the scent always had an extra layer of heat and iron. So cleaning wasn’t the solution, but that was hard to explain to Caden.  Unfortunately, Tommy would run into Mr. Evans’ after his first shower the next morning, post a talk with Caden. Steam exited the bathroom behind the man; a towel wrapped around his waist. His dark brown hair was matted down to his head, slick with remnants of his shower. He looked more youthful like Caden, and Tommy’s cock almost tore through his underwear. Terrible since that was the only thing he was wearing for pajamas.  The major facial difference was that Caden had pale green eyes compared to Mr. Evans’ hard forest green eyes and his beard. As for the body, muscle mass of course, but the father had some slight hair on his pecs and forearms whereas Caden was hairless. Mr. Evans’ scent danced into Tommy’s nose, a soapy-pine smell now.  The dad made some joke and all Tommy focused on was the way the man’s pecs bounced as he laughed.

“This must be how he cleans up after he fucks women,” Tommy’s mind blared.

Excusing himself, Mr. Evans walked off as Tommy watched his powerful back and hidden thick ass disappear.  Tommy finally walked into the bathroom and closed the door. He had already begun relieving himself, enjoying the clean pine, when he spotted something on the floor in the corner of his eye. There, lying down next to a bathmat, was a pair of Mr. Evans’ discarded boxers. Tommy had visited and had enough sleepovers to get to know Caden and he wore boxer briefs. When he thought about Caden’s bubble butt and bulge the boxer briefs were perfect for that, but for a man like Mr. Evans’ he needed something else. He thought against it, but in the end, Tommy had to snatch up those boxers. He gave a big huff on the front and back. All he could smell was wood and pine. Suddenly Tommy didn’t feel like he was standing in the bathroom. He was outside lost deep within the woods behind leaves and bark wandering. All of it was marked by Mr. Evans’ scent, just like the house, a forest of Mr. Evans. As the young man moved about the trees, he knew this was no ordinary place. The moans of women in pleasure alongside Mr. Evans’ grunts rang out in the distance and every spec of the foliage, from the tree bark to the leaves under his feet were tainted by the man. This is what it was like to explore Mr. Evans’ body, his face, his torso, his ass, his pubes and get lost in it.

And as fast as he was transported Tommy was back, or rather he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror. He saw a glint of his own eye poking out from underneath Mr. Evans boxers. Had he gone anywhere or was he that into Mr. Evans? Slowly he pulled the boxers down from off his face, embarrassed. As the fabric fell away Tommy was shocked to find his face was different, not drastically so, but there was a sharp edge to his jawline. His eyebrows were also thicker. “What the...?” Tracing his eyebrow as he stepped closer to the mirror, boxers still clenched in his hand, he caught sight of his forearms. There were hairs growing there. He had been hairless before but now it was also his legs and even a patch on his chest. A quick pluck only proved the hair was all indeed real. Then there were his feet that appeared stretched out to a bigger size. That’s when Tommy noted, the new feet weren’t there for show, he was standing taller. His cock was sagging in his black boxer briefs like a proper lump. Tommy cupped it and jostled it, playing with it all around, balls adding and extra heft. Lastly, his ass also packed on some pounds with a nice, plumped roundness. 

Tommy smirked, and his reflection showed off the smile. The young man had to admit his new look reminded himself of Mr. Evans, not in the exact physical way Caden did, but the swagger, how this new body carried itself. That look in the mirror for one was not of happiness, but cockiness and arrogance. Even the way he was now leaning over, hand gripping the sides of the sink, carried a new confidence. Then back to the physical, though blonde, the body hair was definitely in line with Mr. Evans’ and Tommy wondered if his cock was too. An image of Mr. Evans fucking a woman flashed in his mind. His dick throbbed in response. The image shifted. Now Tommy was fucking the lady. His eyes snapped open. That wasn’t right.

He used the bathroom then retreated back to his safe space: Caden’s room. He quickly shoved the boxers into his bag near Caden’s bed then hopped back in, pulling Caden’s arm around him again.  He closed his eyes wishing for sleep.

“Do I smell too?” Caden had asked last night after bringing up Mr. Evans.

Tommy had to think about it and even leaned over to sniff at this boyfriend’s neck. There it was. “You do but it’s… like dirt and fruity?”

Caden paused the game, raising an eyebrow, “Didn’t expect a farm boy and gay joke from you.” he nudged Tommy.

“No, it’s hard to put into words.” Tommy shook his head. If only he was smarter like Caden he could have shared what he meant. If Mr. Evans was a forest. Caden was like coming across berry bushes. It complimented his father’s but there was no doubt which one was more domineering. Being lost in Mr. Evans’ scent, no matter how alluring, was oppressive even if unintentionally so and gave nothing in return. Caden smell was akin to encountering a lifeline after being starved, out in the wild. Mr. Evans and his scent were so easy to desire but it would never give Tommy anything of substance, it couldn’t. And yet Tommy found himself wanting to emulate the man anyway. Who could blame him though? The man nutted and literally created the best human on earth, Caden, the love of Tommy’s life. 

“And if he fucked a girl maybe he could do the same thing again.” An intrusive thought rammed its way into Tommy’s head, making him snap his eyes open.  He turned in bed, facing Caden and nuzzled into his love more. Caden half asleep held him tighter and Tommy fell asleep with a smile. 

When Tommy woke up the first thing he noticed was Caden wasn’t in bed. He leaned up, Caden was fiddling with something on the ground in front of the bed. The second thing he remembered were the boxers he smuggled. He stood abruptly as Caden turned to him also in his boxers. It was then Tommy realized the young man was on one knee with a small velvet box in hand. 

“I know we’re y-young,” Caden’s voice faltered, “And this doesn’t have to mean forever or that we’ll go through with it. But I think I’d regret every day of my life not proposing to you. Tommy Salvino, will you marry me?”

Tommy was speechless. Two dudes in their underwear, one making a heartfelt confession. Damn, did he love him some Caden. “Fuck Yes!” Tommy shouted with a deep voice, no time to react as Caden was up and locking their lips. Caden placed the simple gold ring on. Their two heads had to lean in to kiss each other as Tommy was now approaching 6 ft. Off putting to Tommy but not as off putting as him thinking about all the girls he was going to screw to celebrate. He was sure he could get some cheerleader tits bouncing on his cock as a celebration fuck. Pulling away from Caden, Tommy tried to get a hold on himself, but he couldn’t; he wanted to bury his cock in some pussy immediately. Let the ladies know he was getting hitched.

“Caden, doesn’t anything seem weird to you?” he asked 

“The only thing weird is how much I want to fuck you right now. I didn’t think about this lightly but you, the man I want to spend my life with, have kids with. And to be honest.” Caden slid his underwear down, his hard cock leaking precum. “I wouldn’t mind trying to have a baby right now.” Caden’s lips were on Tommy’s pushing the taller male back onto the bed. Tommy bought into the kiss for a bit before he flipped Caden on to the bed. No idea why he did it, but the idea of making a baby was hot. That was what Mr. Evans had done, and Tommy was sure he could do it too. He began to take charge leading the kiss, taking off his own underwear and opening Caden’s legs wider.  A bit of lube and soon his cock found its way into Caden’s ass. Tommy’s hips began pounding, grinding the way he was sure Mr. Evans and other straight guys fucked. Caden’s eyes were closed so Tommy took the opportunity to retrieve Mr. Evans’ boxers and started huffing them. His body responded immediately, growing in size. Every slap of skin gave his hips more power as his butt pushed out, and his biceps firmed holding up Caden’s legs. Tommy was only getting larger and hairier as time ticked on. The image of some busty blonde tried to overtake the sight of Caden getting fucked. Tommy shook his head to get rid of it, but the illusion was fighting back. Still Tommy had not released Mr. Evans’ boxers. Why would he look at some girl when he could do something better? He put the boxers on his head burying himself in the concentrated scent source. Heavy balls and cock that once housed Caden. Tommy came immediately, “Get pregnant!” His cum poured into Caden’s ass, knowing he could easily knock a girl up with his load, then collapsed on Caden with a thud.

The two laid there only for a moment as it was Caden who broke the silence with, “I can’t believe you’re into that like me.” He flipped back around him on top. “Are these yours too?”

 He touched the boxers hiding most of Tommy’s face, only a small portion and an eye were viewable through the fly slit. Caden opened up Tommy’s legs until they were ass to crotch. “I got a breeding kink too and right now. I can’t think of anything other than how hot it’d be to put my kids inside you.” Caden’s cock poked at the suddenly larger, and tighter ass but easily nudged his way inside as Tommy threw his head back. Caden began gently, whispering to Tommy sweet and horny nothings. “It’s so good inside you. Gonna get you pregnant like how you just did to me. I want you to be full of my kids.” Caden’s hips started going faster.

Guys couldn’t get other guys pregnant. A simple fact of life. But then why was Tommy, having his ass opened and pounded, beginning to doubt that? Caden was speaking of how much he wanted to have a baby with Tommy. He wanted their first to be a boy just as beautiful and handsome as Tommy was. Tommy’s cock was stuck between their abdomen hard as a rock listening to it all. Mr. Evans’ boxers on his face and Caden’s dick up his ass was an overwhelming combo. Though Tommy’s ass didn’t seem pleased at the intrusion, it earnestly attempted to milk Caden’s cock. Caden lifted Tommy’s hand with the ring and kissed it passionately multiple times.  Reaching down, Caden tore at the boxers, his hips still pumping, as he freed Tommy’s head. The lovers locked lips as Tommy’s cock began to spew and his ass spasmed the best orgasm of his life. His pulsating ass must have been the final nail as Caden began to dump what felt like gallons of cum inside him. Tommy reached for his newly gifted abs, as they faded with the cum pilling into him.  His attention was stolen away by Caden kissing him “Consider yourself successfully bred.” Then the two collapsed for good smiling and curled up in each other.

—

Salvino household - Present Day 

“The next morning, I woke up next to my wife, Susan. I was 22 and studying to be a lawyer, and we had a kid together. A boy, his name is Dimitri, which is a name Caden had expressed wanting if we ever had kids.” Thomas rubbed his forehead.” It’s strange because on one hand I know Caden was my fiancé, and we lived all those years growing up together. On the other hand, I can’t imagine having ever been gay. Caden’s been more like a brother to me in this life.”

Yusuf snickered, “Yeah, a brother who you’d like to ride again, which we know your “straight” ass has done—- “

“Maybe,” Thomas cut his friend off, “We should let someone else go and not harp on me.”

Jesse sat stunned, buffalo wing half devoured in his mouth, “That was…sad as fuck, man.”

Thomas rubbed the back of his neck laughing, “Don’t feel sorry for me. I got the hottest wife here,” which earned him several eyerolls, but only two scoffs of disgust. “And I got to keep Caden’s engagement ring.” He held up a gold ring that was twisted around, “Though it’s my wedding ring now.” What was once a simple band described in Thomas’ story now had a twisted design of metal wrapping around itself. The lawyer slipped it off, holding it in the air. “Our boy had the inside engraved for me, some of it is lost in this new form but I get the gist. Doubt my wife put it there.” 

“Yeah, lovey dovey and shit,” Bryce cut in. He turned to Jesse, “Dude, half of our stories aren’t nearly as dramatic as all that.” He leaned in, “Now tell me new guy, which part of that story turned you on the most? Don’t think too hard.” He winked with a smug grin. There was only one answer.

Had Jesse been who he was before there would be no doubt Mr. Evans by a long shot. He too remembered meeting that man for the first time—–

“What’s your answer?” Bryce demanded. 

“Thomas fucking the girl obviously,” The corners of Jesse’s lips turned upright, unable to deny his truth, “I mean, when you started on about the girl and Caden my cock responded.”

“Fucking knew it,” Bryce chuckled, leaning back. “Hard to hide that,” He kicked his shoe toward a very large boner outline in Jesse’s jeans. “Ready to take a dude’s eye out.”

Jesse looked down as his dick twitched. He tried to cover it, but Oscar reached over, removing his hands and said “Hey, no need to hide it. Nothing we don’t have. Besides, it’s not like anyone here wants it, no matter how impressive it might be.”

“Guess that’s Mr. Evans’ fault?” Jesse added. “Is that what you were trying to tell me last night? But he’s a guy just like us, why can’t we ask him to undo whatever this is?”

“You’re kinda dense,” Bryce added. He angrily snatched the cigar out his mouth. “You think we haven’t tried that. Where in Thomas’ story did you ever hear him say Mr. Evans purposefully changed him?”

“I know, but he still did it.” Jesse shot back,” Why is it believable to think he can undo it?” He lifted a hand and cracked his knuckles, “And if he doesn’t want to listen, there’s five of us and one of him.”

“Alright,” Bryce rested his cigar in an ashtray,” Let me give you a dose of reality. I think the reason you make me so angry is that you kinda remind me of myself. Maybe my story might serve as an early wake up call.”

Thomas began to speak up “Bryce I don’t know if he…”

Bryce waved his friend off.” No Blondie, since our new friend thinks he’s the expert. Let me share something with him. My own personal fuck up.”

—

Brandon Macintyre

Brandon Macintyre hated being around people. They were loud and noisy. Originally, he only joined the art program in high school because the separate department allowed him isolation from the rowdy cafeteria of smelly high school boys. One of the downfalls of attending an ALL-boys school. Brandon had been prime material for teen boys, especially the jocks, to ridicule. His short 5’5 and lean frame made him stick out like a sore thumb, but his red hair and glasses were the focal point for teasing. He had big ears that stuck out on the side of his head, and a face littered with freckles. The art program, however, became more than an escape. Brandon found he actually liked doing art and was pretty good at it. They worked through many mediums, but Brandon loved the traditional feeling of a pencil on paper.

Then came college and Brandon hadn’t changed that much, but he didn’t have to waste time on other classes outside of his focus. He could mind his own business undisturbed by anyone. Junior year came easily that way, peaceful and undisturbed. One morning, he was sketching the row team out on the practice field. He heard sniffling and turned his head away from the window. Sitting a few tables from him was a kid he’d seen in some of his freshman art classes Caden…something.  Back then the kid was more interested in learning to draw plants and flowers, and sucked at it, than adhering to most lessons. Brandon didn’t want any of that energy to wash off on him, so he stood up, grabbing his sketchbook. There was a crash as Brandon got knocked on his ass.  Old torn pages in his book went flying out.

“I’m so sorry. I was going to introduce myself, didn’t think you’d stand up so quickly.” The strange boy squatted to help gather scattered pieces of the sketchbook. Bradon tried to snatch it up but was too late. Caden held a handful of drawings dedicated to some of the most dedicated male college athletes. Close ups of their bodies in stretches, warmups, or even in action. Brandon had captured stoned determined looks, happy smiles of camaraderie, or complete exhaustion. If Brandon tried to snatch away the pages now, it’d be pointless. Caden was built more like the athletes on the field, no way would Brandon’s thin arms be able to wrestle anything away. All he could do was wait for embarrassment and ridicule. High school all over again.

“Wow, this is amazing!” Caden said in awe, flipping through sketch pages, handing each one back to Brandon. 

There was quiet. Brandon knew teachers loved his work, but never thought another classmate, especially a male would too. One glance through Brandon’s personal sketches showed he was interested in drawing one subject above all. The young man had been so careful to not show it off. He could draw one or two here and there publicly, but if people found out it was a whole book and even more back in his dorm? His life would be over. Brandon knew he was gay before the moment he first struck up a pencil. Unlike his body where everything inadequate about him was on display, his personal art was a secret. The one place he could express his sexuality unfettered. It had gone so well until Caden Evans.

“You know, I see you here every day, when I walk over for breakfast and I think: What’s he drawing?” Caden gave even more compliments as he helped Brandon stand up.

As a personal loner, Brandon wasn’t sure what to say next, but he knew the polite thing to do was to thank Caden and inquire about him. Though Brandon didn’t talk to people he certainly observed them a lot, and he noted Caden’s eyes had a tinge of red, with streaks on his cheeks. 

“Were you crying?”

“Oh,” Caden began to wipe his face. “Sorry about that, I think my boyfriend dumped me.”

“You think?” Brandon said, shoving papers back in his sketchbook. Wait, did he say boyfriend? Caden was like him.

“To be fair I guess he wasn’t my actual boyfriend, just a guy I was seeing. Wasn’t ready to get into anything serious after my last breakup. Caden laughed like he was relieving his stress with it.

It’d be the very first conversation the two boys would have that started their friendship. The two didn’t hop into it though. Brandon would suddenly find Caden sitting with him for morning sketches and he didn’t hate it. Another presence was actually nice and also someone who knew he was gay with no judgement. Brandon heard stories about how Caden grew up all alone in a rural area as the only gay kid. His parents were supportive, but no one really got him, and their divorce didn’t help either. Thankfully, he could rely on his best friend Thomas Salvino, but the dude was a bit older. And though Caden talked about how smart the Thomas guy was, Brandon listened closely, sounded like the guy had a weakness for thinking with his dick. According to Caden Thomas, he was very attractive and found it hard to pry away girls. Brandon was sure that’s probably why he was married at 22. Caden said it was love, but Brandon couldn’t believe it, though he kept that part to himself. 

When Brandon finally saw a picture of Thomas, he was stunned. The guy wasn’t just attractive, he was drop dead gorgeous; body of a jock, standing at 6 ‘4 with the face of a model. His dress clothes were drawn tightly across his body. Caden had said Thomas was a farm boy too and though the body was probably a testament, it was hard to envision with his clean look and dazzling white teeth. The photo was from Caden’s high school graduation, and since there was a 4-year age difference it was the 22-year-old version of Thomas who had knocked up his fiancée. There were a few shots of her too. The two had just had a child and here she was pregnant with Thomas’ big baby a second time. Brandon scrolled through Caden’s phone and once the initial shock wore off, he could enjoy how adorable Caden looked in his graduation robes. There were countless photos with Thomas even outside of the graduation, then there were pictures of the farm itself. Brandon came to a stop at one, side profile of a shirtless guy in jeans, body and looks rivaling Thomas, dark brown skin with jet black hair. 

“Who’s this?” Bryce asked.

“Oh, that’s Oscar, our town vet.” Caden stated. “I was really lucky to get that shot.”

“Doesn’t look like any vet I’ve seen.”

“He wasn’t working that day. Sometimes he likes to come in and ride the horses, or just visit them,” Caden added. “And I know he looks older here, but he’s only 26.”

There must have been a look on his face because Caden quickly countered, “Before you ask, he’s married and straight. Trust me I know.” Caden sighed, “He’s like a big brother that gets into mischief. He deleted all the pictures I have of my dad off my phone as a prank but claimed it was because I couldn’t have pictures of anyone as hot as him.”

After learning this, Brandon wanted to share things about himself, his life and his friends. There was nothing to share, however. Brandon had spent so long cooping himself up to protect his peace he never forged relationships. He didn’t go places, he didn’t know people. His parents loved him and supported his art, they knew their son was gay, but Brandon had never once tried to rely on them or burden them with his problems. Caden was a gay kid from a rural area and had the support of friends and family. Brandon wanted that, he wanted to be as happy as Caden. He wanted to be happy with Caden. The guys in Caden’s photos were hot, but Caden was here, very real, and good looking.  A spark of love was born.

From there, Brandon made an effort to be a bit more open and sociable with Caden. They started visiting each other’s dorms, exploring the town. In turn, Caden helped introduce Brandon to more people and make friends across campus. Caden got Brandon out jogging which he was only willing to do to see Caden’s ass.  During quiet intimate moments together, when Caden would be studying and Brandon drawing in either of their dorms, Bradon would make an effort to ask questions. He didn’t want to just be told everything; he wanted to show he was invested in learning about Caden.

“Why were you taking art classes freshman year, you clearly like plants?” Brandon tapped on his sketchbook.

Caden stuck his head out of his botany textbook “I do, but I’m not sure If I want to stay on the farm, but I’d love to keep working with plants. I was thinking I could major in Public Horticulture.”

“Ah okay,” Brandon kept tapping. He didn’t like talking before he met Caden, but if he wanted to talk these days his mouth went dry and his heartbeat rapidly if he even thought his next words might be stupid.

“Did you want to ask something else,” Caden continued, head up and eyes squinting, clearly annoyed at the tapping pencil.

“DOYOUWANNAGOONADATE?!” Brandon breathed rapidly. There he said it. It was out in the open now. Caden was quiet for a moment before standing up and walking over to Brandon.

“Ya know, I do love these cute ears of yours.” Caden slightly tugged on both the ears pulling them up and down. Then he kissed Brandon’s cheek, “Now, please stop tapping so I can study.”

The two began dating and it was everything Brandon ever dreamed of. Caden was nice, compassionate, and had a real niche interest that Brandon barely understood. The idea of dating another boy had been such an impossible concept that the reality was blowing his mind. Brandon was happier, healthier, making friends, participating in physical activity.  How much life had been missed being afraid?  Brandon invited Caden to his house for the spring and summer breaks. His parents adored Caden, who wouldn’t? Caden talked about his mom, his dad and their farm. Senior year came, and they could room together, but it wasn’t until spring break approached that Brandon asked the one question on his mind.

“How come you haven’t invited me to your farm?” The two had been lying in bed simply just enjoying the warmth, when Brandon blurted it out. 

Caden’s body froze, “Is that weird?”

“I mean we graduate in May, and I haven’t even met your dad.”  Brandon thought about it, I don’t think I’ve seen a picture of him before either.”

Caressing his boyfriend’s face Caden said, “It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just that my last boyfriend broke up with me because of my dad and I didn’t want to risk it.

“What did he do?” Brandon shivered.

“Nothing, from what I can tell. Thomas and Oscar think my dad’s just an intimidating guy and scares them away but…”

“But?” Brandon paid for more.

Caden sighed, “It’s stupid, but I can’t even remember my ex’s name. He deleted his number from my phone. Guess my ex dropped out and told his roommate not to tell me where he went. Though the guy swore he lived alone.” Caden grabbed his forehead. “My head gets so buzzy just thinking about it.” He pulled Brandon in closer, “Anyways, Thomas and Oscar said I shouldn’t let anyone meet my dad unless I’m serious about them.”

“Are you serious about us?” Brandon asked nervously.

“Yeah,” A small smile formed on Caden’s lips, “I am.”

Brandon Macintyre had a hard lesson to learn: He was a city kid, not a farm boy. The long drive out to Caden’s house, after the endless flight had him in a daze. In his head he had romanticized the idea of waking up on a farm with his boyfriend, and the fresh smell of grass. 

Every inch down the winding road, stripped that fantasy from him, dust kicking up into the air from the car tires. However, a new fantasy would quickly take its place. Standing on a ladder was a man in jeans and flannel hammering away on the house siding. Caden parked his truck as the man turned around and climbed down. Brandon exited the car, mouth agape, as the man turned around. An older Caden was walking towards them except he was beefier, and his shirt was completely open showing off his chest hair. On sight Caden thought, “This guy fucks women.”  which was obvious as he was Caden’s dad, but there was something else undeniable in the statement. Brandon knew one could not gauge sexuality based on appearance but not for Mr. Evans it was beyond clear. The way he walked towards him, how he wiped his hands on a handkerchief in his pocket, the sound of his large footsteps on the dry dirt road.

“There’s my smart boy!” Mr. Evans not only hugged his son, he lifted him up. The man was a good 6’6 compared to Caden 5’10. “About to be college educated.” A hint of his cologne brushed against Brandon’s nose. 

“I still have to pass finals and graduate, dad.”

“Who, you?” Mr.. Evan sucked his teeth, waving a hand dismissively, “Those teachers won’t know what hit him.”  He rested his hands on his hips shifting his weight to one side. Brandon’s eyes transfixed on the bulge shifting along with it. 

“And is this your boyfriend? Put it there, pal!” He stuck out his hand, Brandon shook. A nice solid grasp, even if Brandon felt like he had the hands of a child in the moment. “I hear you’re quite the artist. My boy won’t stop typing about you!”

“Daddddd.” Caden groaned, throwing his head back.

“Hey, it’s all good, champ. Embarrassing you is one of my rights as a dad.” He laughed before spotting their luggage in the back. “I’m finished out here. Caden, give Brandon a tour and let me bring your bags inside.” Brandon was going to protest but Caden rested his hand on his shoulder with a head shake, it’d be futile. He followed Caden into the house. The moment he entered the young man was overtaken with Mr. Evans’ cologne. It made it seem he was everywhere in the room. 

Brandon covered his nose, “Do you think your dad went too hard with the spray?” he joked.

“What spray?” Caden turned around fine.

“You don’t smell that?” Brandon asked slowly, putting his arm down, the scent less aggressive. “Smells like pinecones and bark like when you take me hiking.” As Brandon said it, he realized it made no sense. The farm was an open plain, there were woods behind the house, but the smell was incongruent with the placement. The house itself certainly looked like a single bachelor pad, even if on the cleaner end. Caden walked him around the house pointing out all the rooms. The aroma was everywhere. 

 Mr. Evans came in effortlessly carrying the suitcases. Brandon turned and he knew at that moment the smell was Mr. Evans. The man brought their suitcase to the foot of the stairs then stripped down to his boxers. He paused midway when he caught Brandon staring. “I hope my son told you, I don’t wear clothes in the house, too much dirt tracking in.”

Brandon could only nod. Caden had said that, but Brandon never thought Mr. Evans would be so brazen in showing his body with a guest. Brandon had only recently started to like his body thanks to putting on some muscle with Caden’s influence, but he still wouldn’t show it off to anyone except his boyfriend. He had to admit though there was something powerful in watching Mr. Evans do it. Then, the wall of muscle that claimed to be a man walked away ass going up and down with each step. A stronger allure of Mr. Evans rolled right off his body and into Brandon’s nose as they passed.

“Now that’s how a man walks.” Brandon thought. That straight ass was hypnotic. It should have been a crime for it to be so thick and juicy. The curvature was so prominent, it had to be the first thing anyone would notice. Brandon was only saved by Caden walking them both to his room up the stairs. Dragging his suitcase, Brandon tried not to think of how Mr. Evans had lifted it without a thought. 

Stepping into Caden’s room was a breath of fresh air, the oppressive scent on Brandon’s nose became lighter. Brandon dropped his bag, taking a deep breath, something in the air changed. It was the same smell that carried a hint of the outdoors, but nowhere near as domineering. He took a few steps back into the main hall and his nose was swarmed again. This time, however, the smell wasn’t nearly as strong. 

“Are you going to unpack or keep playing by the door?” Caden’s arms were folded, one hand trying to cover the smile on his face. He had clearly been watching Brandon and was very amused. 

A red blush came over Brandon’s face as he rushed back in. “Your house smells good, and so does your room.” he bent down and unzipped his luggage.

Caden took him out on the property for an extended tour, and they almost ended up having sex in the corn field before Mr. Evans called them for dinner. When the two sat down they were still pulling up their clothes to the proper positions, though the obvious seemed to fly by Mr. Evans’ head. He served dinner, a family stew recipe that had quite a bit of spice to it. Caden and his dad talked about the farm as Brandon zoned out. Getting to watch Caden talk with his dad so excitedly about crops was a nice experience. His eyes went from the two, down to his bowl then his forearms; there were light red hairs on them. That didn’t make sense because Brandon was hairless. He didn’t want to disturb the peace of dinner but definitely brought up its strangeness later.

“Didn’t you always have hair there though?” Caden asked, whipping off his shirt, and shucking off his pants.

“No, I didn’t.” Brandon, already in his sleeping shorts for the night tugged at the hair. “Ow!” It was very real. Caden came up behind him and separated his arms lovingly. The brunette rested his face against Brandon’s.

“Instead of talking about this, can we pick up where we left off earlier?” Caden asked.

“Oh yeahhhhh,” Brandon stated as if he had forgotten,” I think some farmer boy was asking me to plant my seeds somewhere fertile, and if I knew anywhere where he could plant his too.” Not once before meeting Caden had Brandon ever thought about kinks or roleplay. He knew those things existed, but a real relationship seemed so out of reach, he never even bothered. But getting to know a person intimately meant learning what turned them on. Caden had a breeding kink. He’d admitted a new month into their relationship because he wanted to be honest about sexual compatibility. Brandon didn’t really get it, but he loved Caden and was willing to try. They used condoms a majority of the time, but it wasn’t about not having condoms for Caden; it was a mindset. In bed, Caden wanted to talk about not only marking Brandon as his, but putting babies in him, and swelling him up with kids, dotting on him afterwards. 

When Brandon topped, he even gave it a shot. He couldn’t keep a straight face and was terrible, but Caden ate it up. Some of the shit that came out his mouth when they went at it was too absurd to even process. That said, it was beyond obvious it was a cherished fantasy for Caden. He did talk about someday wanting kids so, bed talk about the kids having both their DNA probably just amped it up emotionally and sexually.

Needless to say, seeds were planted that night. Brandon lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, next to Caden who had conked out.  Once again, his partner said some super horny things like what if their kids had auburn hair and Brandon’s adorable ears. Turning to face Caden, Brandon swept a lock of hair from his boyfriend’s face. Playing in his own fantasy had drained him of energy. Brandon wondered if perhaps he needed to find something, the way Caden had this breeding kink. He got up out of bed carefully, retrieving his sketchbook. Dark didn’t even begin to describe outside, but he wanted to do a night landscape. He tiptoed in the house and down the stairs but came to realize Mr. Evans was down there watching a football game rerun. 

The older man turned around and waved. “Come join me,” he patted on the couch.

Busted, Brandon gulped, clutching his sketchbook and trotting over to the open seat. As he sat, he noted Mr. Evans had a glass beer bottle in hand, his body was reclined back on the couch, arms open, while his legs were man spreading. Brandon did not sit like that, he kept his body close, legs closed, sketchbook over his lap. He was nervous on multiple levels. His boyfriend’s father. His boyfriend’s father was an attractive hunk. The fact Mr. Evans’ boxer’s slit was open ever so slightly if Brandon looked hard enough, he was sure he could see the hint of a thick…

“Don’t worry, I know what you’re thinking.” Mr. Evan chuckled.

Brandon gave a small jump, head snapping up, “You do?”

“This isn’t going to be one of those, ‘what are your intentions with my son’, I get it.” Mr. Evans raised his hands to show he meant no harm.” But try to relax or Caden will sense you’re on edge.”

“Do I look that uncomfortable?”  Brandon asked.

Mr. Evans winced his face, rocked his head side to side.  “Look, I just met you so take what I say with a grain of salt, but you remind me of a field mouse.” He eyed Brandon up and down, “but nothing out here is gonna hurt you. Hell, I’m more scared of you hurting yourself.”

“A mouse?” Brandon repeated disappointedly, “It’s my ears, isn’t it?” Brandon sighed.

Both men broke out into a laugh. An ease had settled with Mr. Evans now. The smell still existed and the provocative way the father was sitting didn’t help, but Brandon was determined to know Mr. Evans beyond the look.

When they stopped laughing, Mr. Evans asked, “Want a beer?

“Can’t, I’m not 21 yet.” Brandon stated.

Mr. Evans pointed at him, “Then forget I asked, because I know my son’s boyfriend’s age. What kinda dad would I be if I didn’t?” His voice made it clear, it was a fact Caden had probably shared previously, and Mr. Evans promptly forgot.

All in all, it was the perfect end to the first day. Brandon could not get over how fucking at ease Mr. Evans had sat on the couch, chugging away beer bottles. Hard for the young man to peel his eyes away. Though he must have because he woke up the next morning back in bed with Caden. 

The next few days there weren’t much to talk about. Brandon got some sunrises added to his sketchbook along with Mr. Evans’ early routine. Both the young men participated in some chores. Any remaining notion of a sweet simple farm life was stripped from Brandon’s head. His body was just not up for the task they barley work for 2 hours and he had to collapse on Caden’s bed to recuperate. He could tell that the father and son weren’t even working as hard as they could to let him keep up. Brandon found more solace in feeding the horses or playing with the few chickens they had.

But the real “activity” for break was Mr. Evans wanting to plant a flower garden with his son. Of course, Caden was chomping at the bit. Brandon had swerved away from that; it could be father-son time. However, because of his need for pauses, Caden and Mr. Evans rested a lot more too. During those breaks, Brandon had found himself joining Mr. Evans, while Caden was off looking up flowers. Though their late-night rendezvous became even more active as Brandon found himself really getting into the mindset.

Around late afternoon on Wednesday, Caden came into the living room from the kitchen, “Brandon do you have a favorite type of flower? I think we should put it in the garden!”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Mr. Evans raised his beer bottle in cheers before drinking another sip.

Brandon, put his sketchbook up to his chest, “Oh, I don’t think I have one.” 

“That’s fine, think of something. If not, I’ll find one, I think you’ll like it.” he smiled and turned away but before leaving turned back and asked, “How’s the beer?”

The answer Brandon expected to come for Mr. Evans didn’t, instead he heard, “I think my son asked you a question?”

Looking up from his book Brandon said “Uh, I don’t drink…” The last of his words petered out as he spotted a second opened and half empty beer bottle on the coffee table, right in front of him. “When did I?” That was right, on Monday Mr. Evans had casually offered a beer again that Brandon accepted. He was out on a farm. Who was gonna know if he did it one time? One time it turned into multiple as he had another at dinner. Tuesday was the same. And here he was again. “It was good,” he answered. Caden nodded and walked back into the kitchen. Brandon rubbed his neck, he sounded weird. The beer must have been messing with his throat. He took another swig to wash whatever was down.

A cold beer was the answer to these warm farm days as Mr. Evans said. Better than that though, Brandon had joined Mr. Evans in the ‘underwear in the house’s policy. It just made sense to walk around and not get overheated, of course his boxer briefs were looser, in the areas Mr. Evans was drawn tight. There was no fat drum of an ass, elephant thighs or heavy package for Brandon to display. Didn’t stop Caden from playfully whistling at him in the house. He was surprised Caden had no qualms about it as Brandon just stripped on Tuesday, alongside Mr. Evans.

As Brandon put his sketchbook back down, he stared at it. Countless quick sketches of Mr. Evans. The way the man was sitting, close ups on his torso and pecs, his back in motion, his ass in pants. Brandon remembered drawing these and wanting to study how a man like Mr. Evans moved about the world. There was something about him that was so regal in all his actions, especially the couch, as if it were his throne. A man whose mere stare invited the question: Do you want to get impregnated by me? Brandon’s body shuddered, imagining the look and thankfully Mr. Evans didn’t notice; his attention was back on the baseball game. Imagining Caden asking the question, got Brandon hornier as his cock started to rise. Was this what Caden felt whenever he was talking about breeding? Staring at Mr. Evans just put Brandon in the mood to do all the things he had only ever whispered about for Caden’s ears. This adonis of a man and his stellar son were the reasons Brandon could not control himself on this trip. 

Fuck it, however weird it was, him and Caden were going to have to try for more babies tonight too.

Mr. Evans took a swig of beer, so Brandon did as well. As he lifted it Brandon watched Mr. Evans’ arm flex. Brandon’s eyes went to his own bicep. He had to blink, Was he already drunk? His bicep looked bigger. His whole body did to be honest, as if there was an added thickness to him. Forget looking like a track or cross-country runner, he resembled a lightweight college wrestler. Drinking down his beer, Brandon watched as his cock inflated. He was already half chubbed, but it wasn’t getting harder, just bigger. The pouch of his underwear bunched up as it pulled on the leg portion for more material. In the end, there was an oversized cock in his blue undies. He placed his sketchbook down and cupped his crotch, ensuring to spread his legs open and lean back onto the couch. There was something powerful in mimicking the pose. As if he was extending his body and privates to show he was ready to breed.

His eyes closed and Brandon saw, the image of Mr. Evans’ fucking girls left and right on that very couch. The young man could see the way, Mr. Evans’ hips thrust, how his glutes jiggled. Every pummel made the bodies in motion sweat, as the scenery in Brandon’s mind began to fade. Imaginary Mr. Evans’ sweaty body was perfectly in tune with the smell in Brandon’s nostrils. Soon enough, Mr. Evans’ was no longer on a couch. Brandon stood over Mr. Evans fucking a girl with all his might, in the middle of the woods.  

“Such power, such stamina.” Brandon thought as he crouched down to watch closer. He reached out a hand and placed it on Mr. Evans’ ass. No reaction. Brandon put his other hand on Mr. Evans’ other ass cheek. He began to push until, until he was the one leading Mr. Evans’ and causing him to fuck the woman under him. At a moment of Brandon’s choosing he was going to make Mr. Evans cum. The farmer’s potent alpha seed would flood the woman no doubt leaving her knocked up. Caden was going to be a big brother, because his alpha father was just breeding bitches; the thought made a smirk plaster itself on Brandon’s face.

The strength was intoxicating. Had this been what the jocks back in high school went through?

“That’s how it’s done.” A smug thought of Brandon’s whispered.

Brandon’s eyes snapped open, he was panting, there was a growing wet spot on his underwear; precum. He looked over at Mr. Evans, whose eyes were transfixed on the TV, more invested in the game than Brandon’s issues. Never in his life had Brandon wanted to be like the jocks in high school, or even the more mature college athletes. He liked the separation; he had art, and they had sports. But if they had been out here having sex like Mr. Evans, then Brandon had been missing out. A part of him was aching to leap onto the dad. A better idea popped in his head though; He had a boyfriend waiting for him upstairs. He hopped off the couch and raced upstairs, slamming the door open and he froze. Caden’s room cleared his mind, though its owner had turned from his desk very surprised.

“Do…I look different to you?” Brandon managed to struggle out. A Lot of his processing power was going to his still throbbing erection. His horniess hadn’t gone away and was only amped in Caden’s presence. Caden stood up and walked closer to Brandon, studying him up and down. When Brandon spotted Caden’s eyes, the red head took a step back, there was a murky haze covering the stunning green.

“You look fine as always.” Caden was flirting, but his voice sounded miles away. Then the haze disappeared, Caden was back to normal.  Brandon, frozen in the doorway, watched as Caden dropped to his knees pulling down his underwear. “Now be quiet or my dad will hear.”

Something weird had happened, Brandon could not deny that. Caden was incapable of seeing his change. Brandon knew that the right thing to do would be to push into Caden’s room completely; he could think more clearly in there. But he was so damn horny! He stretched his arms out, hands gripping the door frame, as he leaned back onto the house proper. His fat cock disappeared into Caden’s mouth, before that handsome face was buried in red pubes. The smell of Mr. Evans guided him, and after his hours of study, Brandon was sure his posture now was exactly how Mr. Evans would pose. It was an innate feeling within him now.  After he blew a fat load down his boyfriend’s greedy mouth, then he could worry about that nagging voice in his head telling him to step into the room, that something was wrong with Caden, not to cum.

Brandon threw his head back, hips grinding, just like Mr. Evans’ out in the woods. “Fuckkkk yeahhh,” He moaned as he came in the back of Caden’s throat. Pulling his dick out Brandon was surprised as more than what he entered came back out to the world.

“Go easy. you know you got too much dick for me—

Brandon didn’t care, he grabbed Caden, dragging him out the room, and shoved his back onto a wall. Time for him to repay the favor. Dropping to his knees, Brandon shunted down Caden’s pants and slurped in Caden’s cock, reveling in the taste. He didn’t want to go back into Caden’s room; he wanted to suck Caden’s cock, while smelling Mr. Evans. Brandon’s mouth was feeling off, even his moans were coming out strange, more baritone. A nice juicy cock like Caden’s was exactly what he needed in him. 

“A young man obsessed with breeding and a father who was the epitome of a breeder, what an odd pair.”  Bradon smiled at that thought, he wasn’t the strange one. They were. Caden had this kink Brandon couldn’t fully invest in, but if he could study Mr. Evans then maybe he’d get it. A nonsense idea but sounded coherent to Bradnon. His cock began to harden again, pointing up, since his underwear were still at his ankles. Then he deepthroated his boy until he was buried in those pubes. An amazing aroma was there, one Brandon was familiar with but had never smelt so strongly, not even in the bedroom; Caden’s scent. Numerous blowjobs had been shared between the two at this point in their relationship, Brandon knew what his boyfriend’s shock and balls smell like. Whatever was there now had always been, but now was heightened, contrasting and yet complemented with the smell of Caden’s father. Brandon wanted more. Pushing himself further into Caden’s hips, taking more cock, Bradon came again. His cock shot off thinner ropes onto Caden’s leg and Brandon’s own foot. Then he swallowed the jizz he rightfully earned.

By the time Brandon got back to his feet he stumbled, not used to his larger body size. 10 more pounds had appeared on his body, beefing him up. “Holy shit,” Brandon rarely ever cursed but it seemed very appropriate in the moment.

“What?!” Caden asked.

“Boys, you okay up there?” Mr. Evans’ voice shouted from downstairs.

“Uh? We’re fine Mr. Evans,” Brandon led Caden back into the bedroom, the two almost tripping on the clothes at their ankles. Closing the door. Brandon spun around to face his boyfriend “What is happening to me?”

“What?” 

Furiously kicking off his underwear Brandon said, “Look at me. I look like a fucking jock. I have more muscles than you, isn’t that weird…” Brandon’s voice stopped because as he spoke, he noticed that haze had entered Caden’s eyes again. 

“I know there’s no gym around like you prefer, but the farm life has kept you in shape, right?” Caden stated.

Brandon had no idea what his boyfriend was going on about, instead he caught his reflection in Caden’s full body mirror. He walked over cock swinging, footsteps heavy. Hard to peel his eyes away from the sight he saw, his flawless reflection. As he stood there, Caden arms wrapped around him from the back, pushing their bodies close. Caden’s cock was nestled between two freckled buns, while Caden’s head rested on his shoulders. They were the same height. 

“Hot stuff as always, don’t you think?” Caden asked, kissing Brandon’s neck.

There was no easy answer. This body and face weren’t Brandon’s, but damn did he look good. He looked like a breeder, a confident alpha male like Mr. Evans. Gone were his timid mousey features replaced with a wide jaw and squarish face. His ears didn’t even stick out as they once had. There was no denying how safe and protected he felt with Caden. In Brandon’s heart he knew that even if Caden was unaware of the danger, if Brandon simply said they needed to go Caden would believe him. He’d pack up and take him away. Something inside Brandon didn’t want to leave though, with a body like his, he was finally starting to understand the appeal of breeding. At least the physical part, and maybe, just maybe if he stuck around long enough, he could understand the mental part. Caden would love that. He’d have to. Brandon was doing it for Caden, to understand him better. All Brandon had to do was study Mr. Evans a bit more, and he’d get it. 

 Brandon had found himself keeping up with both of the Evans for the chores on Thursday and Friday, needing to rest at least. Which in turn meant seeing Mr. Evans’ sweaty body, but thankfully Caden’s presence was enough to help keep Brandon in check. On Saturday, that flimsy plan shattered. The last full day of their trip. They had the flowers and readied the soil for Caden’s garden. It took all morning to plant, and the three collapsed in lawn chairs when done, all shirtless.

“It’s way too hot for a spring day.” Brandon complained.

 “I hear ya.” Mr. Evans smiled coated in sweat.

A smile on his lips, Caden hopped up, “I started making some lemonade last night, I go get it!”

“I’ll help!” Brandon started to get up, but Caden motioned for him to stay.

“No, you’re going to stay there. You guys helped me plant this garden. I’ll finish with the lemonade.”

Brandon slowly leaned back in his chair. He was left alone with Mr. Evans. The older man.  stood over the garden, resting one arm on the handle of a shovel stabbed into untouched dirt. His ass had a slight tilt from the distribution of weight and Brandon could not look away. The young man’s mind was flooded with all the things Mr. Evans could get up in the field. The most prevalent thought however was Mr. Evans screwing a woman in the flower bed once the plants were fully grown. Brandon tried hard to bat those thoughts away, but the longer he stared at Mr. Evans the stronger the thoughts grew, and Brandon’s eyes were transfixed. He could watch Mr. Evans fuck for hours. No, it wasn’t fucking. It was a breeding. No way was any woman walking from a stud like that not pregnant. 

“Dammit, I’m giving this a second look. Maybe we shouldn’t have planted the tulips so close,” Mr. Evans sucked his teeth, breaking Brandon’s daydream. The father mulled it over, scratching the back of his head, as Brandon walked over from his chair to provide a second opinion. A gentle breeze blew rustling the trees far away, but Brandon felt hit by a freight truck. His nose’s senses were obliterated by the oncoming air carrying the scent of Mr. Evans onto him. The man smelt like a fresh fuck after having let a woman gasping for air and begging for more. A pine scent with a hint of iron, pure distilled musk from Mr. Evans.

Heavy footsteps came from Brandon as he lumbered to Mr. Evans. Brandon had been hooked like a fish and was slowly being reeled in as his cock rose in response. Caden was nowhere to be found, there’d be no saving grace for Brandon. It was just him and Mr. Evans. By the time Brandon was standing next to Mr. Evans, his nylon shots were pitching a tent. Mr. Evans paid it no mind, why would he? He was as straight as they come and what was a boner between men. The man’s focus was still on restructuring the garden, but Brandon’s mind was lost. He only wanted one thing: to dive on Mr. Evans. So, he did. The arm that Mr. Evans had raised to scratch his head left his armpit wide open. Brandon’s face was planted in the unguarded area within a millisecond. He was huffing in the smell of a hardworking man as it seemed to go up his nose and reach into his brain frying it. However, there was no stopping Brandon, he wanted everything Mr. Evans had to give him. A flick of the tongue and Brandon could taste those damp dark hairs and salty skin. Soon the young man was worshiping the father’s body, unable to pull away, like a parasite. Licking and kissing the entire left side of Mr. Evans. Every taste, and touch of his being felt as if Brandon’s was drinking Mr. Evans in, but there was so much Brandon couldn’t contain it. 

As for Mr. Evans, he was unfazed and unresponsive to any of Brandon’s strange behavior. The two only made eye contact once and Mr. Evans asked, “Do I smell?” As if the college student had simply leaned over to take a whiff. The father’s eyes looked as off as Caden’s a few nights ago. Brandon only moaned into Mr. Evans’ pit in response. Mr. Evans went on talking about the garden, but Brandon gave no shits. His desire to exude Mr. Evans’ presence and all that it entailed drove Brandon crazy. Everything Brandon had soaked in began to reemerge, through his own body. The athletic muscles he had formed over the farm vacation began to thicken. His ass was most noticeable as his shorts ripped from the back, as heavy as Mr. Evans’ own. From there Brandon’s height began to kickstart, but the young man was determined to stay in Mr. Evans’ armpit. He gained inches and crouched lower in response. Hair began to poke out of his chest and face. Slow at first, barely wisp, but then grew faster the deeper Brandon dug himself. 

Caden came out, lemonade on a tray, laughing at the sight in front of him, “I’ve told you guys straight men can be gayer than anyone else.” Brandon freed himself gasping for air, pure unfettered, uncontaminated air. His face was slick with a combination of his own saliva and Mr. Evans’ sweat. He stared at Caden, who was dressed in nothing but overalls with only one strap fastened and attached to the opposite buckle. Brandon’s cock throbbed; underwear soaked with precum. Only then did the stud notice his shorts were gone. He was rocking it out in the field in nothing but his underwear and shoes.

Mr. Evans shrugged, “Nothing wrong with a man miring another man’s body.”

That rang true in Brandon’s head, there was nothing gay about what he was doing.

“Come on you have to admit it’s a little homoerotic, right Bryce?” Caden pleaded eyes landing on the redhead.

“Bryce?” The redhead repeated. That was his name. Always had been. While he had been huffing on Mr. Evans his entire life changed. His body was different; his eyes viewed the world differently even his brain constructed his thoughts differently. Bryce was a pure breeding stud like Mr. Evans. He simply knew it as a fact. There were men like him and then men who weren’t. For the first time in days Bryce could think. He didn’t feel anymore overwhelming sexual attraction toward Mr. Evans. The older male was still hot, just not, ‘can’t form a thought’ hot. Bryce took a big whiff; the pine smell was still there but no longer transmitting to Bryce’s cock. Which made sense, Bryce was very much the breeder Mr. Evans was, why would he be attracted to the same qualities he possessed?

Caden also sniffed the air, before covering his nose “Dad, you might need a shower. Maybe we all do.”

“Think so?” Mr. Evans sniffed his freshly licked pit, “I guess so.” He walked past his son grabbing a glass of lemonade before disappearing into the house.

There were facts and then there was the truth. From the day Bryce Macintyre was born there wasn’t a girl he couldn’t woo. Growing up his baby face made it easy to get his way until puberty hit and left him with a stern visage and sexual appetite that drove that point home further. These days he was a barrel-chested young man.  It was harder for him to leave the house and not pull women. He was 27 and had become friends with Mr. Evans at the gym. They related to each other well, bringing the same energy to the room. He had never met Caden but was willing to help out for the man who was like a big brother to him.

And yet. 

Bryce knew he hadn’t always been Bryce. He was Brandon mere minutes ago. Caden’s boyfriend, who both knew each other intimately well. 

“Babe, I’m so sorry you had to see that.” Bryce stated, as he rushed to hold Caden’s arms, but his deeper rich voice made it sound false and hollow. His body loomed over Caden like a fucking tower. He was a big 6’8.

Caden snickered, “Is this a prank? I mean I doubt… Clementine, right? That’s the name my dad told me at least, would want you throwing apologies around.”

Before Bryce could ask, his brain had the answer, Clementine was his girl, well his situationship. Hard to tie a guy like Bryce down. But Caden was his boyfriend, right? But Bryce wasn’t gay. He couldn’t even imagine being with another man, not even a guy as attractive as Mr. Evans. So then why did Bryce find Caden standing out there in the sun, so irresistible? Bryce had never wanted a dude before, but his cock jumped, while his hole twitched. Caden looked so breedable but also like a true farming fuckster. A small grin grew on Bryce’s lips at the thought: The Duality of Man.

He was starving for Caden and that desire made Bryce want to fuck his own girl even more to quell it. This dude was making him want to fuck till Clemintine had another baby in her.  Bryce had already knocked her up once but fuck this Caden was making his brain go stupid by just existing. 

Glass of lemonade in hand, Caden presented the ice-filled beverage to Bryce. As Bryce accepted, the two men’s fingers brushed across each other. Bryce’s thoughts were less complex than Brandon’s, and no longer an artist in this life, he didn’t experience colors as fully. However, when their hands met there was an explosion of vibrancy. Bryce was doing more than ‘knowing’ he had been Brandon, he was feeling it. The love for Caden rose to the surface as his thoughts temporally drained to his cock. 

“Um uh,” Bryce took the drink, a small smile, turning away to hide his body and hardon. Made sense he’d be rocking out in only underwear; it was a hot day and there were only men out there. Him and Mr. Evans’ weren’t going to bone each other, that’s what women were for. Bryce had known Caden was gay, but as Mr. Evans’ son, he wouldn’t expect a disrespectful pass.

He came out to the farm because the man like a brother to him asked. His relation to Caden had been non-existent before this. At least that’s what one side of his memory told him. Brandon’s memories told him he came with and for Caden. But there had been something so magnetic about Mr. Evans that Brandon couldn’t pull away from. Bryce remembered all this but didn’t understand how that had been possible. For Bryce, Mr. Evans was undeniably attractive but was just another dude. Caden on the other hand, stood in front of him and was a sight to behold. Sure, his looks were great, but it was more than that. Bryce knew Caden intimately his hopes, fears, and dreams for the future. Their bodies and souls had connected when he was formerly Brandon and Bryce wanted that, to experience Caden’s love not as a memory, but firsthand. 

As a straight guy now, Bryce had no idea how to even approach the subject of wanting sex with a dude. That was just awkward as hell. It was more than just a fleeting fascination or temporary desire. There was a deep yearning in his body for Caden. For that reason, he stayed at the farm all day helping them do other chores around the house, unable to strike up a conversation with Caden. His eyes would linger on the now younger man’s form, remembering their bodies entangled just that morning and yet never once, as his mouth yapped on with Mr. Evans about the recent game. 

Night came upon them and there was nothing but darkness.

“Probably too dark to drive back safely. I won’t force you, but you are welcome to stay.” Mr. Evans offered as the three men stood on the porch looking out onto the dirt road vanishing into black nothingness. Caden was leaned up on a post as the other two sipped beers on the steps.

“I guess I could take the couch.” Bryce nodded. He wasn’t afraid of a dark road, he had grown in this county now too, but he did want to stay close to Caden for a bit longer.

“Nonsense, you can have my room!” Caden offered.

“Wait, I don’t want to kick you out.” Bryce rebuffed.

“Totally fine, the couch isn’t so bad.” Caden shrugged. 

“Nah, nah how about this you keep your bed I’ll just take one half to myself.” Bryce stated.

Somehow his crazy offer was accepted as he and Caden prepared for bed, down to their underwear, a few pillows dividing them. What Bryce hadn’t quite computed was just how large he was. Brandon had been a twunk at most and while Bryce knew he was large, laying down in Caden bed made it clear he was truly giant Jock beef. His body took up way more than half of the Queen-sized mattress and his ass took up extra. Caden laid down and respectfully faced the wall, but Brandon’s ass was on him. A few tosses and turns from Caden before both realized there was no way they wouldn’t touch.

Bryce was confused; he was finally back in bed with Caden, rubbing against each other, if even unintentional. Yet all Bryce could think about now were girls he slept with and wanted to fuck again. His mind wasn’t satisfied. Upset, he turned on the bed to face Caden mid-toss. Their eyes were on each other.

“Everything alright?” Caden asked, surprised at the sudden movement.

“Does everything feel right to you?” Bryce whispered, unsure of himself.

Caden gave a soft chuckle, “It’s just a bed. Not that big of a deal to sleep in one.”

“Yeah, but you barely know me. You usually sleep with strange men in your bed?” Bryce asked, leaning closer with a smirk on his face.

Caden opened his mouth to speak but paused for a moment. His face appeared to ponder the question deeper.  When he finally spoke, he said, “I guess you’re right that is weird, but it didn’t feel wrong to offer. Even this.” He motioned with a finger to himself and Bryce.  “Doesn’t feel wrong.”

Bryce’s eyes went down to Caden’s free hand, as he held it with one of his own, “Is that because… I’m your boyfriend, Brandon,” he began to play with Caden’s fingers. “Sounds fucking ridiculous I know,” his voice was a hushed tone, “But I feel off, like part of me was born today, and I want to say it’s your boyfriend but…,” Bryce’s eyes drifted back up to Caden. Bryce’s entire mass scooted back on the bed, Caden’s eyes had a haze over them as if fog and selectively chose to crawl in them. 

“What the?” Bryce waved a hand over Caden’s face. No response. A second later Caden shook his head, then his neck jerked back when he noticed Bryce’s huge mitts near his face.

“Sorry, I must have zoned out.” Caden stated then followed up with, “What happened?” gently moving Bryce’s hand away.

“Well, I was saying… I think you’re my boyfriend…” Bryce watched as once again Caden’s eyes were gone behind the strange fog and his stare went blank, until Bryce stopped talking. Bryce may have been a jock and a bit of a muscle head, but he wasn’t an idiot. Something kept him from telling Caden about his dueling memories. Which only made those other memories seem more likely to Bryce. Why would weird shit prevent Caden from hearing if it didn’t matter or wasn’t real? He turned, facing away from Caden.

“Everything okay?” Caden asked, his voice reaching out as he came back to. 

“Caden, will you do me a favor?” Bryce realized he wasn’t even combating internal feelings over sharing a bed with a guy. Being with Caden in bed felt natural, right even. “Can you hold me?” A weird question for Byrce to ask, but that’s what he felt like he needed. Brandon had been a little guy and used to being in Caden’s arms most of the time and Bryce wanted to calm himself somehow. 

Caden said a quiet, “Oh, sure” and slipped his arms around Bryce’s bulk. The two laid there for a while, bodies flushed against each other. As time passed through the night Bryce could feel something hot and hard poking on his ass. He’d never admit this before, but he did purposefully grind his ass back to Caden’s crotch. He was working with a hell of a lot more than Brandon in the trunk department and Caden clearly appreciated it. Caden did try to back away, but Bryce wouldn’t have it; His ass found Caden’s cock easily. The years of squatting were paying off as he bared his glutes down on the throbbing dick. 

Bryce relished hearing Caden’s breathing get heavier, He slid a finger to the waistband of his underwear and slid the back of them down. Now it was his skin to Caden’s fabric, with only one layer between them. More friction and soon, Bryce reached down and across to pull down the front of Caden’s underwear. The next few minutes were a blur as no words were shared but Bryce ended up with a cock going up his ass. Caden was pounding away like a mute jack rabbit as Bryce couldn’t believe his tight jock ass was getting speared open, but there was no pain, Bryce was loving it. His own underwear was completely off by then, his cock leaking onto Caden’s bed. 

“Fuck Bryce, I think I’m gonna cum.” Caden said.

“Do it dude, cum inside me. You want a baby as big as me? You gotta put one inside me. Or turn over right now and let me wreck you.” Bryce knew the exact kind of talk that got Caden going.

“Oh fuck!” Caden started going faster trying to hold the older bulkier male closer, but unable to keep his hold firm without sliding on the muscle.

“That’s it, fuck me!”

“Pound me!”

“This is so hot bro!”

Bryce couldn’t stop from saying his words into the quiet of the room.

“Keep going!”

“Fuck me just like that!”

Skin slapping skin overtook the stillness as Bryce closed his eyes, reveling in the sensations. 

“Soo good!” Bryce mouthed, but a higher voice said. Caden planted kisses on the back of his neck, migrating further up.

“Don’t stop!” The softer voice cried. 

Bryce’s face scrunched up, he definitely hadn’t said that, but he kept working his hips back to meet Caden’s thrust. For a second the bed felt as if it gave way, fading into nothing, suddenly Bryce noticed Caden’s kisses were at his lips. He met them hungrily. The lips on his were very soft and plump with a hint of… flowers? He turned his back on the bed as he no longer felt Caden’s cock, but his hips kept going with the motion Caden started.

“Breed me deep I want to feel it!” A voice cried. Bryce certainly agreed that it’s in line with what he was feeling for Caden, but maybe not so strong of the word choice. Problem was, why was he not saying it. 

His eyes snapped open to find a girl riding him, in a different bed in a completely different house. He was balls deep inside her thrusting up as she rode him Cowgirl style. How he got here, no idea. The amazing news about it? There was an entirely different girl–Clementine! making out with him as he cunted the girl in his lap. He was in the middle of a fucking threesome doing it raw.

“Big Bryce is gonna fuck a baby into you!” Bryce’s mouth said as his cock flooded her pussy with three powerful final thrust. They all collapsed onto the bed as Bryce wrapped his arms around the girls. As the girls fell asleep only, he remained awake, wondering what the fuck just happened.

—

Salvino household - Present Day 

Back at Thomas’ house, most attending parties had grabbed at their crotches when he had started describing sex with Caden towards the end and they only got harder as it turned into a surprised threesome. And while Jesse had been turned on by it, evident by the tent in his pants, there was one question he had on his mind that rebuffed his horniness.

“Wait, so you’re all Caden’s exes? I thought you were just victims.” His eyes scanned the room, reading the confirming faces back-to-back. 

“Eh, ‘victims’ isn’t quite right.” Bryce stated.

“How not? Look at us?”

“Exactly, look at us,” Oscar gave a toothy grin. 

Bryce rubbed his head. “Did you not listen to the story I told you at all? I was the one who couldn’t peel myself away from Mr. Evans’ pits. Thomas here,” he pointed with his cigar to the man of the house, “Didn’t have to pick up Mr. Evans’ underwear, but we did. We could have gone to Caden, even if the pull was strong but we didn’t. We gave in now we’re this. Which begs the question: what did you do to become this?”

Jesse shut up at that moment.

Everyone’s eyes went between the two males, while Jesse wiped his palms on his jeans nervously avoiding Bryce’s gaze.

Oscar suddenly clapped his hands, garnering everyone’s attention. “All right, let’s cut the tension. We’re in this together.” He smiled at Jesse who looked away, then to Bryce who pouted, often at the end of Oscar’s tension diffusion.

“How about I go next?” he smiled, and everyone groaned rolling their eyes.

—

Oliver Sanchez

Oliver Sanchez didn’t grasp the concept of shyness for better or worse, he leapt at things headfirst. To him, what was the point of waiting for things to happen or letting the fear of embarrassment stop people from taking new opportunities? Growing up he rarely saw situations like ‘the glass is half empty’ and the way he moved through life reflected that. He always wore a smile when meeting people, greeting them with his big energy. His canines were sharper than most, giving him a real toothy grin that made every one of his smiles have a fitting mischievousness to them. Oliver and Caden simply clicked when they met. Brief run-ins at college freshman events, but they were a true complementary pair. If Oliver was like the sun, bright and energetic, Caden was the distilled sunlight, warm and fostering growth. The two enjoyed being outside, staying active, and were hopeless freshmen. They couldn’t figure out their classes or where the buildings were and would constantly bump into each other while being lost on campus.

Originally, They had both missed the last shuttle bus to the first home soccer game that freshmen were encouraged to attend. Oliver had collapsed, sitting on the curb in huff as Caden was running from around a building. Just the perfect way to end a mess of September.

“Just left, I watched it pull off as I got here.” He turned his head to Caden, then back to hang it down, elbows resting on his knees. 

“Dammit!” Caden caught his breath, looking up at the gray clouds. He walked over and sat next to Oliver to rest for a minute. “Guess that means I better walk back to my dorm.”

Oliver’s head perked up, “You know, you don’t have to.”

Caden sighed, “I’m not getting an uber to go to the stadium.”

“No,” Oliver waved his hand, then leaned closer, “I mean we could do something else, like go into town. I haven’t done that yet, you?”

“I went to a flower shop in town; it was pretty cool.” Caden admitted.

“A flower shop that’s it? No, we need to go see a movie or buy some clothes. That kind of stuff.” Oliver stated, patting Caden on the back. They did go downtown and ended up there longer than the game went on. It wasn’t long before they were hanging out at each other’s dorm rooms. 

The two orbited around each other amassing converging and yet distinct friend groups. Interestingly whenever they were together it was as if the two of them worked in tandem to fuel social interactions. They could pick up where the other lacked. Oliver was more extroverted; he’d never be seen reading a book or stuck inside if he had the option. Whereas nice as Caden was, if there was a book to read about a flower, he’d go for it. On the flip side, Oliver’s bombastic gregariousness tended to often leave some friends feeling hollow about their interactions, but in would come Caden, being himself and unknowingly taking time and care to listen and invest in his friends beyond surface level. 

Regardless, Oliver was such a burst of energy from one topic to the next. That was his modus operandi for most situations in life. He’d go from talking rapid Spanish with his parents to arguing the power levels of superheroes in English. If there was an event, he’d want to go to he’d be there if the mood took him, heck he’d make it a ‘friends’ outing if he thought that would be more fun. Oliver was so on the go he was completely surprised when he heard about Caden’s crush early second semester.

“Caden likes…me?” Oliver pointed at himself.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Lucy shook her head, standing in front of their class,” He was asking if you were into guys at all and didn’t want to embarrass himself.”

“Caden likes me…huh, how about that?” Oliver nodded.

“Is that a good huh or bad huh.” Lucy asked.

“Honestly, it was ‘I never really gave it that much thought before’ but I do like spending time with him, and going on a date could be fun…” Oliver’s voice trailed off, but his smile was growing.

When it came to sexual desire, Oliver could understand Caden’s confusion. Oliver wasn’t exactly advertising who he liked out into the world, but it wasn’t a secret either. He was gay but his friendliness had certainly been misread before. If Caden liked him, Oliver would be happy to try and explore it. He ended up asking Caden out by catching him before one of his morning jogs. That day it was more of a fast-paced morning walk, as Oliver had no intention of waking up early to run beyond that. He was perfectly content to wake up at a normal time and go to the gym to play sports at a normal time. As they walked, Caden pointed out flowers along the trail and a park they cut through, happy to prattle on. Though Caden fully blushed, smiling even wider, as Oliver finally told the boy he’d love to start dating. 

From there the two boys got even closer. Being friends was nice but ‘boyfriends’ was a whole other level. Oliver wasn’t a virgin and Caden wasn’t either, which meant more fun in the bedroom for them. Whenever Caden talked about the first and only guy he had sex with, his words were vague, as if he didn’t know who the guy was. Oliver assumed since Caden was from a rural town it was probably an app hookup or DL guy that Caden had some regret about and never pressed him on it. Although the sex itself seemed to be good. Oliver had a bit more experience, he had two boyfriends in high school. The sex was as exciting and underwhelming as most other people’s sexual encounters were. 

The good thing about it was both boys sort of had an understanding of what they wanted sexually from the other and eventually it was shared. There was a good laugh from Oliver when he learned such a sweet boy like Caden had such a strong thing for ‘breeding’ talk. And Caden was shocked to learn Oliver was very into seeing Caden dress up. Role play wasn’t necessary Oliver just wanted to ogle Caden, whether it was a nice suit, an athletic uniform, professional uniform, or even just clothes Caden didn’t usually wear Oliver was all about it. The thing that turned on Oliver to no end was having Caden model different underwear. Briefs, boxer-briefs, compression shorts, boxers, Oliver loved it all.

Post spring break, the two boys were alone hanging in Oliver’s room, his roommate, out for the weekend they ended up talking about it. There were only about two months left for school and classes were non-starter. Caden sat on the floor watching TV as Oliver laid upside down on his bed, head hanging off the side near Caden, while strolling through his phone, quite a few pictures of Caden “modeling” for him. 

“What turns you on about breeding talk?” Oliver blurted out. His extroverted personality certainly had not garnered him any filter.

Caden turned to him shocked, then thought, “I don’t… maybe something about having sex with another guy and being able to put a baby in him or vice versa is hot to me? Like I see a hot guy and it’s like something in me is like, I want to breed him, and I know other people don’t think or feel that way and that feels weird to me.” Caden shrugged innocently as if his answer wasn’t good enough. 

“Hmmm,” Oliver reached over and ran his hand through Caden’s hair. “I get that. When I see a guy in a uniform or nice clothes, I want to rip them off. Don’t get me started on underwear, nice loose boxers, with revealing slit, tight underwear that show off the curvature of an ass outline of a dude’s package; drives me wild.” Oliver flipped his phone around showing off Caden’s pictures, “I think sometimes the mystery of what’s behind there is hotter than seeing it.”

Caden picked up the phone looking at himself. “Really?” 

The two burst out laughing. There was something fun and vulnerable about sharing why they were into those things.

Oliver tossed his phone to Caden “Look, go through the pics on my phone and tell me one guy you think is sexy in underwear and I’ll go through yours and tell you one guy who is certainly breedable on yours.” He then reached over and started scrolling through Caden’s phone. 

“I can’t believe you just save pictures of models in underwear.” Caden laughed, thumb strolling through.

“Hey, look it was over for me since the underwear aisle in clothing stores.” Oliver started, stifling his own laugh. “I can’t believe you have all these pictures and they’re just flowers.” Oliver sighed, finger dragging up.

“Flowers are cool.” Caden fought.

“Yeah, but hot guys are HOT.” Oliver retorted. “You’re telling me you don’t have even one guilty pleasure saved in your…. oh hello!” Oliver’s eyes went wide. There was a picture of a blonde young man in business casual attire; A slightly unbuttoned tight blue navy shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, with dress pants cinched to his waist with a black belt holding it all together. “Now this is what I’m talking about.”  He flipped the phone over and presented it to Caden. “This guy looks breedable and he’s in nice clothes, win-win for me.”

Caden rolled his eyes, slowly pushing the phone down. “That’s Thomas, he’s, my friend. He’s older.”

“Oh, so you know him in like real life!” Oliver teased, turning around on the bed.

“I do…but he’s married and has a kid, and that’s weird for me to think that he’s breedable right?” Caden asked.

Oliver rolled his head, pondering, “It’s not like you’re walking straight up to the guy and saying it to his face, if he’s hot to you, he’s hot to you. Pretty simple.”

“I guess…

Holding up his hands Oliver said, “He’s your friend, and while I don’t know why you were keeping such a hot guy from me, talking about him in that way is weird. I get that. No worries, let’s find someone else.” He continued to scroll through Caden’s phone parsing through all the flora, other photos of Thomas, a couple sunsets, and then finally pictures of a farm. A few seconds in, and Oliver’s thumb stopped before his eyes fully registered what it was seeing. Hidden between the farm pictures were a couple images of a completely new guy, one who had a striking resemblance to Caden. In the first image the man had on a cream-colored cowboy hat, a red flannel with the sleeves rolled back, revealing massive forearms, and jeans that were extremely filled with every muscle in the man’s lower body.

The man wasn’t even looking at the camera, and yet Oliver was curious. The stranger’s visage demanded attention, taking up the entire frame. Oliver swiped to the next photo, this time the same man laughing, same outfit, beer in left hand, top buttons on his flannel undone. The defined chest covered in light brown hair now had Oliver’s on lock. A few more swipes and the man’s shirt was off as he was under the sun on the farm. Oliver was quickly learning anatomy from seeing the man’s biceps and back in action as he went to work on the farm. This eventually led to a short video of the man, still shirtless riding a horse while Caden’s voice goaded him in the background. 

Caden leaned over when he heard his voice, then looked up. “Oh yeah, I got my dad to do the 40 and over challenge during break.” he began to laugh, “I can’t believe he went for it, but I think on some level he was happy to have me back in the house.”

Oliver gave no response; he watched as Mr. Evan’s ass moved as the saddled horse ran off and how his hips moved coming back. Nothing really special but somehow it still felt horny. It was very ‘hero off a romance novel cover’ type of shit, minus the long flowing hair. At that moment Oliver was glad he had turned around as his cock was at full attention. He was already chubbing up with Thomas, but to get hard at Caden’s dad would have been embarrassing. 

“I know my dad isn’t really dressed as anything so that probably doesn’t impress you.”  Caden added.

“Huh? Oh, well he kinda looks like a cowboy and that’s a uniform, right?” Oliver’s voice went higher as he spoke, making it sound as if he was lying to coddle Caden’s feelings. Oliver was lying but it had nothing to do with the man’s clothes. Mr. Evans could have been dressed in sweats and Oliver would still stare. Olver simply didn’t want Caden to know how turned on he was. “Mr. Evans sure looks like he could breed.” The thought entered and stayed in Oliver’s head. Oliver had no idea why, he wasn’t into that like Caden, but god damn it, it wouldn’t go away. 

Oliver went on in an effort to change the subject. “You never said you grew up with horses. I thought you were out here plucking berries, not running wild.”

“First of all, we only have a few horses and a couple chickens. They’re more like pets. The Salvinos, Thomas is their son, they’re really the ones with the animal farm.” Caden answered.

“Is riding horses what makes you so good at riding people?” Oliver wiggled his eyebrow as Caden launched a pillow at him.

Later that night, cuddled up on the small college twin bed, Oliver spooned Caden. He lay there comforted, having Caden stripped to his underwear and passed out sleeping peacefully.  Oliver, however, could not go to sleep; his waking mind was filled with images of Mr. Evans. His cock was hard and rested on Caden’s bubble ass wrapped in a tight pair of teal boxer-briefs with a steel gray waistband and white text, The perfect spot. A flash in his mind and all Oliver could see was Mr. Evans’ bulge. One quick grunt and Oliver felt like his cock was getting harder. It kept happening throughout the night until Oliver realized he could look straight down and see his cock and pubes, due to his underwear being stretched out from his waist. There was an inkling in Oliver’s head that if he pulled Caden closer, he would swiftly fall asleep. Caden in underwear was dropped dead horny bait and Oliver’s cock was certainly happy.

An alert came on Oliver’s phone, and he turned around to pick it up. It was just a simple weather notification. As Oliver handled his phone he spotted Caden’s phone lying next to it. One quick thought and that was all it took. Oliver airdropped all the photos of Mr. Evans he could find onto his own phone. He stood up in the center of the room, trapping his cock against his underwear’s waistband. It could be his secret bank material; all he had to do was hide it. 

Wrong. So wrong. Oliver knew it. He had an amazing boyfriend willing to indulge in all his fantasies and likes and yet Oliver was drawn to a person he hadn’t even met. It’s not like Mr. Evans was ever going to dress up or strut in his underwear for Oliver’s pleasure. Though that’s not what Oliver wanted from Mr. Evans, sure it’d be nice, but now Oliver was on a different wavelength. He saw Mr. Evans and immediately got what Caden was into. Mr. Evans probably didn’t simply fuck, he bred women. The image of it in his mind made Oliver cum on the spot, his cock firing up on his torso. He sprayed himself in multiple long ropes, until his cock had nothing left to give. After a quick clean up Oliver got right back into bed.

The next morning when Oliver got up, his cock felt off the moment he opened his eyes. There was a weight to it when he moved his legs to sit up, and then a heft as he sat on the edge of the bed. Rubbing his eyes, Oliver spotted the huge bulge nestling between his legs. He stood up right away expecting a sock to drop out, as a possible prank by Caden, but to no avail. His cock throbbed under the boxer-briefs slick material and Oliver realized he truly felt that friction. Pulling his underwear open, Oliver’s mouth dropped. His cock was soft but curled up almost like a snake and his testicles were double their size. If that wasn’t bad enough his pubes were denser that before, climbing toward his belly button.

Oliver grabbed at his crotch. The flesh monster lying in wait was very real and getting harder under his touch. He retracted his hand and just stared at the growing lump in his underwear. “A bigger, better, fatter, cock for fucking…breeding.”  A voice in Oliver’s head whispered. His own voice for sure, but it sounded different. And his cock outright throbbed when the word ‘breeding’ was mentioned. Oliver’s legs even felt a bit weak at the word.

Caden began to stir, probably sensing Oliver’s absence in bed. He turned with a sleepy smile, “Feeling yourself in the morning? I always wondered if people with big dick’s grabbed them just to feel it sometimes?” Caden nuzzled the pillow. Oliver was shocked that Caden made no reaction to his new size. He turned to his phone for a split second and as he looked, a picture of Mr. Evans appeared as the background. Oliver snatched the phone quickly. When had he even done that? Glancing at the picture made his cock and balls feel even heavier in his underwear. He tossed it aside and hopped back into the bed with Caden.

After that day things didn’t exactly go back to normal. Oliver kept the pictures on his phone; they sort of compelled him in a way he couldn’t describe, more than a fuzzy feeling, a true yearning for something beyond the subject of the photos themselves. Strangely he never got the urge to even look at the photos when he was with Caden. Caden had this way of wrapping Oliver’s attention even when they were talking about mundane stuff. Whenever Caden wasn’t around though, and Oliver’s mind wandered for too long, he’d make his way back to the photos. 

Oliver’s eyes would stay transfixed on Mr. Evan’s form and stance in each photo, the way his shoulders sat, where his weight was centered, and how his muscle rested etc. There was a bit of envy forming in Oliver wanting to exude that power. It was in an English class though when a random classmate said, “Have you been working out?”

“No?” Oliver would respond, getting up to leave.

“Ah my mistake, I thought you looked a bit bigger.”

Back at his dorm, Oliver would confirm that he had indeed packed on muscles, standing shirtless in front of his mirror flexing. Very odd as he hadn’t done anything about it, sure he was jealous of the look Mr. Evans had, but the teen hadn’t gone out of his way to actively pursue a change. The longer he looked the more he fell in love with how his body now presented. It was a small step closer to the ideal of Mr. Evans. “I’m sure girls can’t keep their hands off Mr. Evans. We gotta keep making gains so that people will want to fuck us.” the voice in Oliver’s head. Deep in his heart, Oliver was only interested in one person wanting to fuck him, but his mind was focused on something else: looks, vibes, and presentation. 

The gym became a daily routine in Oliver’s life. This was more than the casual sports he and Caden were used to. Oliver developed a full workout regimen to keep his body growing. And boy was his body GROWING, alarmingly one would say if they ever gave it more than 3 seconds of attention. Oliver wasn’t giving it any thought either, after a workout he’d go to his dorm and stare at the pictures of Mr. Evans as if they were posters. As long as his body was a step closer to his idol, he didn’t question much else. When around Caden it became painstakingly obvious that Oliver had gone up a size in clothes, his dress style was different, and he was even growing a beard. Oliver shut that last one down straight away; he had no intentions of maintaining facial hair, though just a look at Mr. Evan’s later and the hair grew back overnight. 

By the end of the school year though Oliver could not express exactly what, he knew there was something up with Mr. Evan’s photos. Several months of dedicated study and examination had crafted his body into an imitation. Over the summer break he cut his hair shorter, let his beard become more than stubble, comparing himself to the photos printed on his bedroom wall at home. When school came back in session and it neared fall break, there was something still missing, an aspect he couldn’t access through photos alone. As he sat with Caden, preparing for midterms in Caden’s dorm, a chill ran along his spine, there was a question on Caden’s lips. For Oliver a heavy weight filled the air as tension rose for an audience of one: Oliver. 

Caden’s eyes sparkled as he gleefully asked, “You wanted to visit my home for fall break?” there was a slight twinge in Caden’s voice, leeway for Oliver to reach out for. Caden was presenting the fact Oliver could also invite him to his place for the break. That was it. That was Oliver’s out from a rope that was tying itself around his neck. However, Oliver answered, “I’d love too!” He couldn’t miss the opportunity to meet the real Mr. Evans in person; he had to experience the man whose mere photos got him in a tizzy. However, with that response Oliver knew, it was with his very own hands he had tightened the noose on his neck. There’d be no escaping, he’d be fully entrapped in whatever was laid next for him.

Muddy roads lead the way to Caden’s house, The Autumn weather had graced the lands with a rainstorm that thankfully Caden and Oliver had only caught the tail end of. Howling winds weren’t enough to grip Oliver’s attention as he only heard Caden’s warm voice talking lovingly about the farm. Under his calm demeanor, Oliver heard the rush of his blood grow more intense as a house in the distance grew closer. Every second was a moment closer to the man Oliver had only seen as an image. When the man was there in the flesh, what would happen? While he was with Caden it was as if the anticipation was unable to grip Oliver’s heart, but by now he had an inkling of what was waiting for him. After last year’s insane body transformation, a small additional growth spurt, and change in style, there was something more on the horizon. Oliver however was gripped in his conversation with Caden, the inevitable fear almost seemed impossible with Caden around.

As they arrived the first thing they noticed was the storm door flying open, having been left unlocked. Wind chimes were blowing wildly in the air. The farm looked a bit tossed about, even from Oliver’s perspective as a newcomer.

“Dad!” Caden shouted rushing into the house and Oliver followed; he spotted Caden’s worry and didn’t think twice about rushing into the home. As the two burst into the living room, Caden gave a quick look around, then rushed back into the kitchen. Shutting the main door Oliver was able to quell some of the strong winds that had snuck in tossing papers about. Caden came back to the living room, then rushed upstairs, his footsteps clear as day moving from one room to another. 

“I don’t think he’s in here.” Caden came back walking down the steps calmer than he went up. He turned his head towards the window “Maybe he’s at the barn?”

 The two made their way over, slightly covering their face with their arms, perchance of any debris flying toward them. As they got to the large door, Caden did two rapid knocks, then slowed three knocks. Soon after, the door came open and standing there was Mr. Evans, real as day. Oliver’s mouth ran dry seeing the man talk and move about. Though his flannel was blue and his jeans were dark, Mr. Evans was wearing the exact same cowboy hat, looking every bit the part. Large portions of his clothing were wet.

Father and son had embraced each other in a hug and had been greeting each other, Oliver turned back in to hear. 

“I was about to go for a ride, when the storm tore through here.” He squinted his eyes at the sky, before turning back towards the barn, chickens ran around pecking at the floor, while two horses were sequestered in the back in the stable. “The lightning and thunder gave Maverick a fright.”  His deep voice was just as perfect as Oliver expected.

“Dad’s horse.” Caden turned and explained to Oliver. 

“I’m telling ya. I don’t know what got into him. He’s never liked storms, but he was really not having it today. It took forever to get him in here.”  Mr. Evans used a hand to show off his wet clothes. Then he playfully rolled his eyes with a smile, “Of course Rocket went in just fine.”

“My horse.” Caden beamed.

Oliver gave a light laugh, “I knew you had a horse, but how did I not know his name was Rocket?”

Caden’s eyes went anywhere but to Oliver, “Did I forget to mention that?”

“You very much did?” Oliver laughed again. “I’m surprised it’s not a plant name.”

“Okay, look I was 10 at the time and rockets were cool. Way cooler than even plants.” Caden stated, but it was clear he was flustered. And then when I realized changing the name seemed a hassle.”

“Or maybe you just liked the name,” Mr. Evans added, throwing in the long held parental tradition of embarrassing his kid as Caden clearly had no comeback. 

“This is Oliver.” Caden stated.

“Oh, so this is the young man who’s captured my boy’s heart, put her there.” Mr. Evans stuck out a hand that Oliver gladly shook. It was a bit rough and large enough to swallow Oliver’s own. It was as if he hadn’t grown at all, that’s how small he felt.

Caden continued on as the handshake broke, no doubt trying to change the subject, which Oliver was definitely storing the revelation of ‘Rocket’, away for jokes later. Oliver sat back and listened, not wanting to interfere. As the banter went on Caden found a quick excuse to get the hell out of there, before he got even more embarrassed. He promised to bring the bags in and though Oliver offered to help Caden, insisted he stay here as he was not going to talk about Rocket. Oliver grinned as Caden walked away. When Caden’s squishy footsteps in the mud became barely audible, that’s when Oliver ‘woke back up’ to his situation. The man was here. The man was real.

Mr. Evans had walked back further into the barn and was soothing his horse, running his hand softly on its head, whispering “it’s okay.” Oliver walked over to join him, his eyes unable to do anything other than ogle the man. “Does he use that voice after he’s fucked the shit out of women?”  Oliver couldn’t help but think about it. Mr. Evans’ head turned to him and Oliver was immediately glad the man couldn’t read minds.

“You ever help calm a horse, son?”  Mr. Evans asked. A simple and innocent question and yet his voice still bore its way into Oliver’s very being. 

“No sir,” Oliver answered, his own voice almost mimicking the father’s.

With a slight head nod, towards Maverick, Mr. Evans beckoned Oliver closer. The two stood on either side of the horse. Mr. Evans stopped rubbing his hand on the horse’s head, letting Oliver take over. As Oliver worked on that Maverick lowered his head. A wonderful bonding moment for the two, or it should have been. The entire while Oliver had been examining the barn where the hay was stacked, where it was laid, where the pole beams were. He wondered if Mr. Evans fucked women out here. Oliver could almost see two bodies moving on top of the hay. Turn his head a bit to the left, those same two bodies standing upright, no clothes except for shoes and the cowboy hat as Mr. Evan would pound himself into the woman he was with, as she used a beam to support herself. A pure animalistic type of fucking. Oliver tried to fight against it even as the moans and grunts began to sound as if they were right in his ear, overpowering whatever the real Mr. Evans was saying.

There was never any resistance that Oliver could give. He spent most of a year having his desire drawn to an image. Any resistance to the real thing was surely chipped away. Oliver was nothing more than a pot left on the stove ready to boil over. He was going to explode. His cock was impossibly hard, begging for release, and under the sounds of sex, he could hear tearing… was his clothes coming apart? Oliver couldn’t take it, Mr. Evan’s voice, the sex fantasies, the sensation of his body tearing through his clothes. Overstimulation at its finest.

Oliver exploded.

Oscar Sanchez came during the best nut of his life, dumping a load down his wife’s throat. He put a hand to his hair expecting curls but was surprised to find them missing. Shaking his head he dismissed the strange feeling as he and his wife continued at it. Eventually his alarm went off: Time for a House visit. He sighed, peeling his way out of his bedroom. Only after his shower when he was standing in the mirror did it hit him. He was Oscar, but he had been Oliver. In one memory, almost like a dream, he had been in the Evans’ barn as a young man. Strange, as Oscar had been there many times as a doctor. He got dressed and headed out. The way was familiar as always, but he arrived unhindered by the muddy roads. When he got out of his vehicle Mr. Evans was waiting for him with a cocky smile.

“Took ya long enough?” He wrapped Oscar in a hug.

“Well, when you’re the best vet in town, it takes a minute.” Oscar added.

“You’re the only vet,” Mr. Evans replied, “Now get your ass to the barn, gotta make sure Maverick isn’t feeling sick and it was just nerves from the storm.” As the men made their way over talking about life, Oscar shared the good news his wife was pregnant. Congratulations were given as the two got to the barn and coming out was Caden. 

“Maverick really calmed down now, and the chickens are out, so hopefully it was just nerves.”

Oscar had met Caden many times before. Hadn’t he?  That just made sense, and he’d never thought much of it but now that whole ‘Oliver’ dream felt like more than a passing fancy. Caden was real. Caden was here. His perfect handsome boyfriend, who had the audacity to name a horse, Rocket. Oscar Sanchez, who had never once had any inclination towards men could not deny how his cock became a divining rod, hard and pointed straight at Caden. With a cock like Oscar’s, he couldn’t simply hide his arousal, anyone could tell. However, neither Caden nor Mr. Evans’ brought attention to it, much more appropriately worried about the horse. Dr. Sanchez got to work, ignoring the need coming from his cock; he was a professional after all. Though every now and then his eyes couldn’t help but find Caden making his cock twitch and even his ass feel weird. 

When everything checked out as good, the worry was over. Mr. Evans left for a second, his farm was still a mess, while Caden stayed. The moment the man was gone. Dr. Sanchez shut the barn door, and his lips were on Caden as he tore off his nice clothes, flinging them away. Caden had a shock on his face as he moved his head back at first, but Dr. Sanchez quickly found those lips again and this time Caden didn’t pull back. The two were on each other. Oscar couldn’t deny how right it felt. Even if there was no curly hair on his head for Caden to appreciate, and instead a new beard that constantly grazed Caden’s skin; it all worked. Two nude bodies were in the barn, craving each other and not one was female as Oliver once envisioned. Oscar wanted Caden so badly his cock was dripping precum all over the barn floor as they moved around twisting bodies like a faux dance. Neither said anything as words didn’t feel right, anything that needed to be said was communicated through their eyes; they needed and wanted this. 

When they collapsed onto the hay, Oscar’s cock found Caden’s hole and nudged at it before sinking fully in with the thrust of a hips. Larger and thicker than what Caden was used to, but Oscar knew he could handle it. Oscar’s body went on autopilot as his hips worked their magic, fucking Caden was like second nature. Caden’s muscled ass absorbed each impact as it resounded throughout the barn. Like an animal in a rut Oscar didn’t let up, pushing his cock deeper into Caden. Surprisingly, Oscar came quicker than he meant too, but Caden’s ass was milking the load out of him. All good for Oscar because he wanted his kids pushed deep inside Caden. Oscar had a wave of exhaustion come over him, but Caden patted his thigh and motioned toward a pillar. Much like a vision a young man had in the barn once, Dr. Sanchez found himself standing and holding onto the pillar for support while Caden entered him from behind. 

Oscar Sanchez had never taken a dick or wanted a dick up his ass, but there was no denying his unbreached hole was opening easily for Caden’s cock. Caden buried himself to the hilt and Oscar Sanchez experienced a litany of emotions, not a single one negative. He was getting fucked by Caden, the world was even more perfect than it had been before. Eventually Caden held up one of Oscar’s thick legs at the thigh and pressed their bodies together, chest to back in an upright position. Moans were freely escaping, Oscar’s mouth Mr. Evans had to hear them, yet he never showed. Oscar wasn’t complaining he wanted more; he had completely devolved into a bitch in heat. He wanted Caden’s cum firing inside of him. The same successful fuck he’d gotten to have, of when a person knows they’ve bred a partner utterly and completely. 

“Ahhhhhhh!” Caden came and Oscar felt his virginal hole get christened with Caden’s cum, a smile formed on his lips with his eyes closed. He wanted to fall back into the hay and cuddle Caden. Suddenly the world fell away in a grasp. Caden’s body warmth was gone and so were the noises of the barn. Oscar opened his eyes to find himself back in bed with his wife cuddled beside him, her belly larger than before.

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Salvino household - Present Day 

“Fucking triplets, can you believe it?” Oscar rubbed his chin. 

“I can,” Bryce muttered. “You’re too damn horny for your own good.” 

Jesse rubbed his temple, “Wait, so you forgot for a moment you were Oliver.” Explain that?”

Yusuf snorted, “Not much for him to explain. He nutted so hard he forgot who he was for a minute.”

Oscar held up his hands, “In my defense Rosa was sucking the HELL out of my cock. How could I not think that was real? You guys just weren’t fortunate enough to wake up during sex.”

With a roll of his eyes, Yusuf added, “As if. Oliver practically edged himself so hard he nutted you into existence. Fortune had nothing to do with it.” 

Rolling his tongue over his teeth Oscar gave a cheeky smile. “Look you guys were around that man for a few days at most. Then changed. I stared at his picture for a year. You guys should be impressed.”

“I literally grew up with the man as my neighbor.” Tom added.

“Okay but, he wasn’t who he is now?” Oscar threw back, “If he had that divorce earlier and you changed at the same rate, maybe we could applaud that, but essentially you transformed over what…a summer break gives or take a few months? So really, I’m just saying I’m the smartest coolest person here.”

The other men groaned, apparently it was a claim they heard often.  Oscar pointed at Yusuf, “And once you hear his story, you’re going to agree.” He finished by turning to Jesse

Yusuf scoffed, “I’ll admit my story isn’t quite like the others but that’s just how it is.”

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Yasin Kemal 

Yasin Kemal was an everyday jogger. He had a common routine he liked to stick to even after graduating college. He knew his routes, he knew the people he often saw on those routes, whether it was through the park or local neighborhoods, Yasin was focused.  He had a strong sense of smell and knew all the routes to smell fresh food and/ or nature. He could close his eyes and just fade. There were only a few brief moments when his eyes would drift away. As a student, seeing another person in his college’s attire from sweatshirts to shorts caught his attention. He’d give a quick nod before continuing on with his journey, a short show of acknowledgement. Though these days the familiarity didn’t mean much to him. 

There was this one guy, however, in Yasin’s mind. He’d started noticing the stranger during morning jogs senior year. They’d have their quick exchanges as they moved past each other headed in opposite directions. Too often, they were across the park, or on different sides of the road and were unable to do much else. He never thought much of it at the time. There were other people he’d seen, a group of girls, a couple of guys, even a few groups of elderly people getting their exercise in. But then came the day when Yasin found himself jogging down the same path in the park where the stranger was jogging up. Yasin had to admit the guy was kinda cute up close, but what truly grabbed Yasin’s attention was how wonderful the stranger smelled. As if a fresh fruit basket had woven itself into the morning dew. He did the normal exchange, but as the scent hit his nose, he whipped his neck and full stop to see the guy jogging away. Yasin’s eyes couldn’t help but lock on to the ass bouncing away with the guy. 

After that, Yasin began noticing the guy even on campus. He even was able to learn the stranger’s name as they became passing acquaintances. Caden. A standard name, but to Yasin it was wonderful, he got a small smile just thinking about it and the wonderful cologne he used. Sadly, their relationship didn’t grow much past that before graduation came. However, Yasin soon came to find out, Caden had not immediately moved back home like so many others as he found Caden out jogging months later. Turned out both had elected to stay in the college town for independent reasons. Yasin simply saw it as a better opportunity jobwise and Caden had a fascination with the city having grown up on a farm. 

The two became jogging buddies but it was really only in the second-year post college that Yasin made a pass at Caden. They had sweated up a storm on a morning run, Yasin’s eyes were transfixed, watching Caden lift up the hem of his own shirt to wipe the droplets clinging to his forehead and hair. The words exploded out from there. Yasin could no longer contain his desire. He knew Caden liked guys, but Caden had always been so vague about his past relationships, always light on the details. Was Caden that unbothered by his past relationships or so emotionally scarred he swiftly dumped their names out of his head? Fear of being on the receiving end of Caden’s perceived carelessness had put Yasin’s guard up for a while, but all things will eventually come to a head. Yasin decided in the moment he asked Caden out he didn’t care if he’d be one of those forgotten names, because it’d be worth it. 

“Would you like to go on a date?” lingered in the air, long after Yasin asked the question. Rushing blood, and a thumping heart were the only things Yasin could hear as Caden’s smile grew wider until he was planting a kiss straight on Yasin’s lips. 

Months passed in happy bliss as Yasin got to enjoy visiting Caden and getting to know him on a deeper level. They were over at each other’s apartments constantly, Caden often recommended Yasin get more plants, while Yasir was constantly amazed by the number of plants Caden had in his own place. Yasir was more surprised with how Caden even afforded the plants with his under-paying apprenticeship at a floral shop. Most of the plants in Caden’s apartment weren’t even flowers, so it’s not like he was receiving a discount. The more they got to know each other Yasin learned that plants were just something Caden valued and let himself nerd over. Caden didn’t buy new shoes, fancy clothes, fawn over cars, or take stock in new tech devices as some men might. Plants were his priority. 

Yasin thought it was weird, but everyone had weird shit about them. Yasin loved watching Caden’s eyes light up when he learned a new plant fact or brought another one home. The more time Yasin spent with Caden the less he understood why he had even considered Caden a callous person. Yasin made an attempt to REALLY listen when Caden talked about his past relationships. Besides never mentioning them by name, Caden had the same care and consideration as he did when he talked about other people, his friends, his dad, his mentors at work. Always nice words, but never names attached and beyond that Caden’s memory seemed fuzzy.

It had to be Caden was truly forgetful. Yasin couldn’t wrap his head around Caden leaving out his ex’s name maliciously. Once, Yasin tried to press Caden further on it. Caden mentioned a past boyfriend bought him flowers in conversation. Yasin asked, “Who, what kind, when? Caden seemed to get stuck on who he was contemplating, then concluded he must have mixed up details; perhaps it was Thomas who had bought him flowers. Odd that Caden had a stronger memory about his straight best friend’s and their love lives than his own. Regardless of the reasons why, Yasin realized it wasn’t important. Caden was a great guy, and they always had a wonderful time together. What more could one need?

When it came to sex though, Yasin became a scent kind of guy. He never thought he was. Sure, he had a sharper smell than most but after jogging, after the gym, after a shower, Caden was like catnip to Yasin. Yasin was amazed to learn that Caden always smelled like outside with a hint of sweetness. Perhaps it was the years of growing up on a farm that permeated in his skin for that dirty smell, but Yasin would have sworn, Caden used some cologne for the slight hint of fruit oh himself. Once dating, however, Yasin never once saw Caden use cologne or even slightly scented flowery soap. The young man’s musk naturally had a sweetness infused into it. Never once was it overwhelming, but Yasin was attuned to the slight hint. How could he not try to get his nose into every crack and crevice Caden’s body held. Chest, pits, ass, and balls. Yasin didn’t know he could be so raunchy but when given full access to Caden’s body; He was licking, sniffing, huffing like a true animal in heat.

When Caden revealed the kind of talk that turned him on Yasin had to admit he was a bit surprised, but no big deal for him. The fact that Caden got so hard from it, whether top or bottom, got Yasin to be a quick fan of it. A sure way to get Caden going. Time ticked on for the two as they enjoyed living on their own, away from family as a couple. 

Their second Christmas together was when Caden invited Yasin out to the farm. Apparently, Mr. Evans was having a big bash. Caden had made a few solo trips home for the previous holidays while Yasin normally did the same. But last Thanksgiving, Yasin was ready to have their relationship progress and invited Caden home. In return, Caden thought it was only fair to do the same for the next holiday. However, Yasin, went back home for a few days leading up to Christmas to placate his family, while Caden returned straight to the farm.

That’s how Yasin found himself flying out on Christmas Day alone. The ticket was surprisingly cheaper, and the flight barely had people on it. When Yasin walked out to the overcast skies dropping snow flurries, he took a deep breath. He was about to do this. The airport had been deserted and so was the terminal. The sound of Yasin’s shoes on the concrete and his suitcase’s wheels were the only noises echoing throughout the place. Every breath he took in the cold open space produced a puff of white air from his mouth. He shivered where he stood attempting to bury himself deeper into his semi puffy coat.  

Thankfully a single truck driving up the road was his saving grace. Yasin smiled as the car pulled up to him but was surprised to not see Caden behind the wheel. Instead, there was a large mountain of a man, placing the car in park. Took a moment for it to click for Yasin, having only seen the stranger on Caden’s facetime or heard his voice. The man was Mr. Evans, Caden’s dad. Yasin certainly found the man attractive but there was a difference seeing his body move. The way he stepped out of the truck, boots were clomping onto the ground, and how he closed the door to his truck, then strutted over to Yasin with a smile, all of it was mesmerizing to Yasin. However, Yasin had never been a visual person, looks were nice and he was wowed but no matter of physical attractiveness was going to do more than impress him. 

“You must be Yasin!” The large man shook Yasin’s hand, engulfing the younger male’s entire palm in one swift motion. “I’m Mr. Evans, nice to finally meet you. Caden talks about you 24/7.”

Yasin was certain, even with his darker skin, he was blushing at Mr. Evans’ words. “Well, it’s nice to hear that. And it’s nice to meet you too…SIR!”  Yasin cleared his throat before seeing the last word. He suddenly felt the pressure to perform his best self for his boyfriend’s dad. 

“Here let me help you with your bag.” Mr. Evans slightly bent down and grabbed the large suitcase out of Yasin’s hand.  As the older male did so, he had to intrude upon Yasin’s personal space.  His body came into close proximity and Yasin got full force of what he had only gotten hints of: Mr. Evans’ scent. Forget his voice and his body, the dude smelled like nature. A smell really reminiscent of Caden’s but a bit more primal, unrefined. Yasin’s nose twitched slightly as his cock began to rise. 

 “Is Caden alright, I thought he was picking me up?” Yasin pulled out his cellphone to check, wanting to get his mind on something else. 

Mr. Evans effortlessly lifted the suitcase onto the bed of the truck, “Oh he was going to, but whatever he was cooking wasn’t done on time.” The man rested his hand over one of his enormous pecs, “And trust me while I can do the basics, you don’t want me cooking anything complicated.” 

Yasin finally saw the multiple texts from Caden explaining the same thing, with a quick apology. As Mr. Evans got the truck, Yasin cursed under his breath as he opened the door on his side, Mr. Evans’ scent was all over inside the vehicle. One step up, Yasin hopped in and closed the door. The ride back had started. 

Only a few times in his life did Yasin feel his sensitivity to smell was a curse. Once, when he visited a landfill, infrequently when people threw up, and other unpleasant smells throughout life. Never once before though had Yasin’s nose been berated by a smell so pleasant it was distracting. Yasin had to direct his ever-hardening cock down one of his pants legs. Yasin believed if he had a normal nose he wouldn’t even have noticed how the man smelled. Mr. Evans was a well-groomed guy from all appearances, but the smell naturally coming from him was beyond potent.

Yasin was sure he could muster a ride to Evan’s home, but while the airport may have been clear, many of the roads to get to the small town were not. Mr. Evans was a great host, asking questions about Yasin, but Yasin had no idea what he was answering back because his head was throbbing. Finally, Yasin put the window down, as release came and the cold air shocked Yasin back.

“Woah, can we not let the cold air in, haha” Mr. Evans laughed as he put the window back up from the driver’s side. “It’s freezing out there today. Don’t tell me you’re a cold guy?”

Now Yasin could think. His brain was back, but Mr. Evans had a point. The cold hair had swiftly dropped the internal temperature of the car in seconds. Yasin looked over at Mr. Evans finally realizing the dude wasn’t even wearing a jacket. Mr. Evans gave the younger male a sympathetic look before saying, “Here, let me turn the heat up.” As the warming air roared to life the two soon found themselves in a traffic jam. Yasin hadn’t thought much of it at the time, it was Christmas after all. It’d be ridiculous to not suspect a Traffic Jam somewhere. He dozed off completely bored, moving only an inch at a time. 

Slowly a dream came into view for Yasin. Him jogging, hoping to find Caden waiting for him on one of their usual routes. He went from their house, through a park, that led to an off beaten trail. He knew the way like the back of his hand. However, as he got to the end of the trail, it didn’t circle back to the city, it went deeper into the woods. Yasin kept assured that Caden was somewhere along the way.  He had to be, Yasin could almost smell him.  As Yasin went further in, the trees and the foliage grew thicker. This wasn’t his town’s woods, somehow, he had wandered into a forest. Something about this put Yasin on edge, but he was not truly afraid he knew all he had to do was find something sweet and he’d find Caden. The deeper he went the less that seemed to exist in the forest. Instead, Yasin was getting hotter which should have been impossible with the trees’ coverage from the sun. The young man began to peel off layers, until he was down in his birthday suit. His cock was hard, swinging in the wind as he walked through the forest. There was no reason Yasin should have been horny, but he was. Immensely so. Was he planning to fuck Caden out there? Perhaps. That made sense but didn’t explain the moans he heard off in the distance, or why with every step his cock felt heavier. Yasin’s eyes went down, swinging between his legs was something more akin to a club than a penis.

Moans started back up, or perhaps they never left, only quieted as Yasin’s attention turned to other matters. This time though Yasin could distinguish the moaning as distinctly female, mostly because there was a much deeper grunt associated with it…causing it.  Yasin didn’t have to ask who the voice was, he knew Mr. Evans. The moans grew higher in pitch as the unseen woman and Mr. Evans grew closer to claims. By now, Yasin’s cock was spilling precum in the woods, getting closer to the edge himself. He kept walking. Looking for Caden? Mr. Evans? The woman? He didn’t know. But his cock wouldn’t mind any. The end was approaching as Yasin’s balls pulled up as the woman’s voice reached its highest pitch, and he unloaded.

Yasin snapped awake, as the car honked its horn. They were still in the traffic jam. As he woke though, Yasin immediately felt differently, for one Mr. Evans’ smell had returned even stronger. Then there were his pants, not only was there a growing wet patch; they were extremely tight. Tight enough that Yasin could see the outline of his penis twitching against his leg as it shot out more. No space existed in Yasin’s pants that wasn’t filled to the brim with leg muscles. Eyes traveling up, Yasin noticed his jacket had shrunk. A longer stare and he realized that was incorrect. His midriff was bare because he was taller and his own upper body muscles were making the coat seem small and ridiculous on him. Yasin had always stayed in shape, but there was now a brawniness to all of him

Worst of it all? Yasin was still growing, he could hear it, hell he could see it, his clothes beginning to reach their limit. There was an ever growing internal disconnect matching Yasin’s physical growth. Yasin felt like an invader in his own body and there was that smell to remind him he wasn’t. He wanted to shout, to verbalize to Mr. Evans, he needed aid, nothing left his mouth but a grunt of his own as his eyes went over as he properly woke up.

“Oh, I know it’s a bit hot.” Mr. Evans smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt. Apparently, the man had done it to quite a few while Yasin was asleep, as his bare chest was out in the open, a sheen of sweat glossed over it. Yasin licked his lips staring at the dollop nipples. They were begging to be sucked on. Pecs are big enough to nurse an entire village.

“He smells like after-sex. Did he fuck some chick while I was out? Nah, He just naturally smells like that when overly sweaty.”  A stream of thoughts berated Yasin’s brain. “But If he did you know she’d be knocked up.” The tears in Yasin’s clothes grew larger as his muscles wanted to make themselves known. His chest pushed up and out, causing the zipper of his jacket to unzip. The widening of his shoulders forced the seams to come apart as his arms bulked, reducing the remaining bits to straps.  As for what should have been his pants…completely obliterated. No underwear either. Even his shoes had been torn apart by monstrous feet.

Yasin had been attuned and sensitive to scents, aromas, pheromones, BO, perfumes, colognes etc. all his life. While some were more overwhelming than others, Yasin never thought much of them. Then he met Caden and experienced something new. A smell that could make his heart flutter and his cock unload. Mr. Evans’ scent had no grip on Yasin’s heart, but his cock was in a chokehold. A smell similar to Caden’s, but more aggressive…dominant. Yasin thought on it, perhaps Caden’s scent had always been just as dominant but always subdued. However, Mr. Evans was naturally unfettered. Even now. The man was happy talking away, as he personally fumigated the car blissfully unaware. 

“Finally moving!” Mr. Evans tapped on the wheel as the car barely inched on the road.

Yasin couldn’t hold back anymore he leaned over and began sucking on Mr. Evans muscle tits. Nose deep on that pectoral muscle, Yasin’s face began to morph in response to the even closer proximity. Unable to pull away, the most Yasin could muster was to look at Mr. Evans and plead. However, though Yasin’s eyes landed on the older male, Mr. Evans’ face was unbothered, eyes locked on the road. An attempt to make a sound only came out as a moan, and the pec popped in his mouth. 

“I know, these people need to keep going.” Mr. Evans exasperated as if in response to an actual statement Yasin said. All the while Yasin’s mind unraveled, drowned so deeply in Mr. Evans’ scent with no hope of escaping.

By the time the pickup truck fully stopped in front of the farm, Yasin burst out of the car, feet slamming down. All the clothes he had on were nothing but scraps. The young man was twice his size from that morning, and his bare skin was exposed to the cold. Snow flurries fell down and immediately melted upon touching Yasin’s body. Yasin had one simple thought, “Find Caden, FUCK.” The young man charged towards the house, a bull in heat. 

“I’ll bring your bag in!” Mr. Evans shouted out. 

Door unlocked, Yasin stepped into the house ready to … “Fuck. Breed. Reproduce.” His thoughts answered. Logically, it made no sense, but Yasin was running on PURE sex drive.  How could anyone be around Mr. Evans and not? When he broke past the doorway, there was a light change in atmosphere. Yasin smelt the food from the kitchen and saw the Christmas tree in the background. Most of the decorations had been set up, stockings, streamers, even mistletoe in the kitchen and living room doorway.   Currently though Caden was there on the stairs wrapping tinsel on the railing. What made it all the more striking was Caden’s smell throughout the entire place. Mr. Evans’ scent was still there, it was his home after all, but after a day of cooking and setting up Caden to work up a nice sweat of his own. Unfortunately, Yasin’s brain was truly cooked, nothing was going to stop him, but it did provide some clarity.  

“Hey,” A smile grew on Caden’s face, “I didn’t even get to the pie yet. How was the ride back with dad? I almost have everything ready for the party.”

Panting Yasin managed to say, “I NEED YOU.” Each word was steeped in lust and desire. The two locked eyes and Caden automatically knew.  They’d had enough horny tryst for the meaning to immediately come across.

“Let’s go up to my room,” Caden nodded upstairs before rushing in that direction. Yasin charged after his boyfriend, his own ass and cock never having felt more ready for what was about to happen. Caden’s bedroom door slammed shut. Yasin had stripped the remainder of his clothes on the floor. The two locked lips, while Caden took much longer disrobing actual clothes. The first coherent thought Yasin found himself able to have was, Caden, I love this. I love your room. I love us.” 

Their bodies crashed into one another constantly pulling the other closer. Roaming hands couldn’t get enough of the other’s body. For Yasin, it was like he was experiencing Caden’s body for the first time, smaller under his larger hands. Another coherent, but brief, thought came into his head, “Why didn’t Caden ask about my clothes?” But with every kiss it got further and further away. There was a more permanent thought branded into his brain by Mr. Evans’ scent - IMPREGNATE. Breeding was the purest form of fucking a man could do, and Yasin was certainly a man. 

He pushed Caden onto the bed causing the farm boy to smile and laugh. Yasin paused for a moment climbing on the bed. Caden was a man too, he certainly deserved to breed as well. Changing tactics, Yasin climbed on top of Caden, kissing his way up until his large brown ass rested safely on Caden’s crotch. One hand back, and Yasin soon had a cock throbbing between his cheeks, a hot dog and its buns. He’d kiss forward, then push back, making the cock slide along his crack. Yasin glutes were still expanding and managed to nestle Caden’s cock between themselves. Biting his lips, Yasin felt what was once wisps of hair when he burst out of the car, now fuller and thicker. A beard was taking over Yasin’s lower jaw. Better than ecstasy, Yasin sat up reveling in it, roaming his hands over his chest letting the hair forming on his pecs take over and spread out. As the growing male repositioned, Caden’s cock, without any positioning or preparation slid right in.

“AHHHHHHH!” Yasin roared out, not in pain, but immense pleasure. In the exact second, Caden’s cock was buried to the hilt, Yasin’s beard exploded in full force jawline completely lost in black tangles. A strange contradiction was occurring. Yasin’s ass transformation should have left it as new and tight as a drum and yet the simple prodding of Caden’s cock caused the ass to open up and give way as it had countless times before. The strange sensation to Yasin felt like his newly formed anal walls were spasming at the sudden intrusion.  All the while there was a fat brown Turkish cock laying on Caden’s abdomen. Not odd, on its own, but the fact it had twice the girth from that morning and was lengthening past Yasin’s usual size, should have commanded attention. Yasin moaned feeling his cock inch its way up the valley of Caden’s abs

When Yasin began to fuck himself on top of Caden, that’s when the real fun started. Yasin’s cock didn’t simply bounce off of Caden– it slammed down. A strong constant meaty thud of skin slapping replayed in the room. Repeated wet spots were left on Caden’s torso as the fat cock head spat precum wherever it touched down. Soon Caden had a nice glaze on that portion of his body.

Yasin had no idea if Mr. Evans could hear them. Had he even entered the house yet? Yasin didn’t care either way. Caden was giving as good as he got it, Thrusting his legs up to push deeper into Yasin’s tighter ass. This was certainly a sound the father had never heard before, two men breeding.  

“Damn, you’re even hornier today than I thought. Trying to get knocked up in my bedroom, with my dad downstairs.” Caden’s voice was heavy, no doubt turned on by just saying the words. 

“MMMMMMM,” Yasin moaned until it sounded more akin to a low guttural growl. “Yeah man, Your kids are only going to the place tonight.” Yasin leaned down, wrapping his arms around Caden and taking a whiff at his lover’s neck. A wave of calm finally nicked at his horny thoughts, but in the middle of sex no way would Yasin stop. “And then, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk, stuff you with my kids and see what surprise you give us in 9 months.”

“Holy shit,” Caden shivered from his head to the tip of his toes, turned on even more. While Yasin had certainly engaged with fantasy, he had never gone that hard. The farm boy however found the will to collect himself and continue the talk, “Sounds nice. But you’ll be the one with the bigger surprise.”

A smirk came on Yasin’s face that he couldn’t wipe off as he sat back up onto Caden’s lap. His body had gone into autopilot at hearing Caden’s words. Not a happy or playful smirk. Yasin couldn’t tell if Caden sensed it, but Yasin knew his smirk meant one thing: Prove it. A wordless challenge of dominance. Nothing Yasin would have ever done before but his new body and mind were running on something different. Pressing his cock down with his thumbs onto Caden, Yasin got himself off, frotting on Caden’s stomach.

By the time Caden came, he flooded Yasin’s ass. Yasin thought it would never stop, and that his stomach was indeed getting heavier from Caden’s cum shot. But that was fine because Yasin was gonna fuck his shit and it started with him coming on Caden’s chest. As Yasin closed his eyes and began to reach his edge, the perfect mental image of spewing all over Caden was replaced by some tight pussy snatching his cock up. He tried to switch it back to Caden, but some past memory of a girl he fucked kept nudging its way in there. Until that was the only image. He tried to remove his cock in the image, but he couldn’t, the pussy had a vice grip on him…no that wasn’t quite it, his cock was rammed in and too fat to pull out. Upon this realization Yasin came deep into some girl’s womb. He opened his eyes, to find his giant cock twitching in the air and Caden completely spotless. That wasn’t right, Caden should have been caked in his cum, imagination be damned. Yasin had certainly nutted, but whatever came out was gone. “Greedy bitch,” he muttered. Although it sounded completely nonsensical Yasin was sure whatever pussy he had buried himself in stole a load meant for Caden.

“Wassat, Yusuf??” Caden said, half dazed and elated.

The name was said, and it clicked in Yusuf’s head, undisturbed. Yasin was floating around for some reason, but he was Yusuf. Fucking women made sense, he done that countless times.  As to why he had another dude’s cock up his ass was the question. Better Question: why did it feel good and his stomach bloated? 

“Alright your turn, stud.” the other male panted. Yusuf wasn’t into dudes and had to admit the other guy looked hot laying there waiting for him. His body was moving into a position even if he wasn’t ready for it. Their lips met and soon Yusuf didn’t care if he was a dude. There was a promise, a bet, in the back of his mind to fill this dude up with his cum. Even if that wasn’t there, his base instinct did run on something more sensual, a familiar phrase: Fuck. Breed. Reproduce. Also, there was a good scent putting him in the mood.

And while there were no women to effectively put that in action, Caden was here. And just who the fuck was Caden? Yusuf shouldn’t have had any idea. He knew Mr. Evans through a chance meeting at a home improvement store and was aware he had a son but not more than that. His brain began to provide him with answers, but that could be put on the back burner after he came. His head wasn’t clear if his balls weren’t empty and that was most of the time.

Yusuf was a large man and didn’t take much for his frame to swallow up Caden’s as he leaned over him on the bed. This time though he got his feet on the ground and pulled Caden to the edge of the bed. He rammed his cock into Caden, impaling the poor young man on a pillar of cock. “Well shit, your ass was gluttonous for this,” He gave an assured satisfied smirk this time. Barely any warning, he just began fucking the shit out of Caden. It’s not that Yusuf couldn’t be a gentleman, but with this peculiar tryst, his body refused. His mind was dead set into pumping his offspring inside Caden in the rawest way possible. He wasn’t doing something as boring as simply having sex, or plain as fucking. They were baby making, a primal and true act. And when they locked eyes off and on, Yusuf kinda felt like they were love-making. 

Whatever that special tension was, the room seemed to smell even better after every glance exchange if the guy were leaking pheromones. Unable to withstand it all, Yusuf had to flip Caden around. He couldn’t think about why he was in this guy’s room, why his heart fluttered at the sight of him, why he was fucking the dude, or even Why Yusuf had cum up his ass that wasn’t coming out because his ass was sealed up. Nope, Yusuf simply needed to get off, and everything would make sense.  He fucked Caden doggy style, playing with and sniffing his brown locks, truly rutting him, until Yusuf’s legs began to shake and he dumped his load in Caden. He wrapped his arms around Caden’s torso, Head resting on Caden’s neck. Eyes closed, Yusuf wanted to enjoy cumming inside this dude. His hands grazed Caden’s chest down to his abdomen. Felt like Caden’s stomach was pressing out with every jerk of Yusuf’s cock.  A hot fantasy for a minute, but then it kept going. Suddenly, Caden’s body was less hard, more supple and his pecs were also pushing out before hanging down. Despite that it was the smell of the room changing that snapped Yusuf’s eyes open. Caden’s smell had disappeared in an instant. Yusuf looked around and he was somewhere completely different. He was lying on a woman’s back. He collapsed onto the bed. He no longer felt bloated, which was fine because it looked like the woman was bloated enough for them both; she was heavily pregnant. The woman also relaxed in bed and turned to him as they smiled at each other. Another fun romp for husband and wife.

With his balls successfully emptied, the answers of who Yasin came flowing freely into his head. “Oh fuck.” 

Yusuf arrived at The Christmas party at the Evans farm, with his fiancée. He was dressed in a black sweater and dark slacks with loafers. He was typically a man of style along with his future wife but tonight he really had to question that. Because up until today he knew for a fact Mr. Evans had invited them to the party because they were gym buddies. But now there were a set of memories telling him he was Caden’s boyfriend, and he was supposed to be on the farm already.

As he helped his wife out of the car, she paused for a moment, “Sweetie, are you okay?” 

“It’s nothing, Ethel. Just not quite feeling like myself.” He smiled holding her hand as they walked up the porch and knocked on the door.

“Can someone get that?” A voice shouted.

The person at the door was neither Mr. Evans nor Caden, but a handsome tall blond man with his own ring around his finger. He smiled at the couple and invited them by introducing himself as Thomas, a long friend of the family. Yusuf entered the house after his wife and was shocked when there wasn’t a wall of Mr. Evans’ scent hitting him. Odd. He remembered how volatile it was in the car for Yasin and how it even existed when he ran into the house, but now…nothing. Yusuf replayed back his memories in the gym he had never once noticed how Mr. Evans smelt. 

Everyone at the party was wearing Christmas sweaters, per Mr. At Evans’ request. He thought it would be fun to judge who could find the worst one.  As Yusuf and his wife introduced themselves, he made a mental note that two of the three guys there were married, not including Mr. Evans.  Yusuf was often used to being the largest guy in the room. However, these men he had never met were exceptionally handsome and married to gorgeous women. They even all had kids, babies and toddlers mostly but goddamn. The men were all like the same person but in different fonts. 

Mr. Evans was in the center of the group finishing a story, and a scent hit Yusuf’s nose. Caden walked in from the kitchen, sweating and carrying a pie to set down along with the other food. Yusuf couldn’t pull his eyes away from the young man and when he bent over, Yusuf had to tug his pants. Caden disappeared back into the kitchen and Yusuf kissed his wife on the cheek saying, “I’ll see if he needs help,” going after him.

The stove and the countertops were cluttered with various sized pots and pans as Caden raced to remove a pot off a burner. The young man took a deep sigh turning all the knobs down. “I don’t know why dad does this?”

“Can I help in some way?” Yusuf moved closer, hands up and with a big smile. He wanted to seem as least imposing as possible, for a man of his size often quite difficult, but he didn’t want to push Caden away. He needed answers and he felt like Caden had them. Had the young man somehow placed memories in his head because whatever Yusuf was feeling was more than a dream.

“Oh yes please, I’m going to need to run to the bathroom in a minute. My dad’s going to yap the guests’ ears off and forget about the food. We don’t typically have this many people over.  He’s in his element. An extra set of eyes on the food would be appreciated.”

“Hey Caden, I’m Yusuf I know you don’t know me, but I have to ask—

“Oh, I know who you are.  My dad said you and your wife were coming, just like I’m guessing he told you my name as well.”

Well, no, Yusuf couldn’t ever recall hearing Caden’s name in his memories besides the Yasin ones. Mr. Evans typically said ‘my son’ when referring to the young man. But Enough was enough no more wondering, Yusuf was a man of action.

He stared up at the ceiling and started to talk, “This is going to sound crazy, but I think this morning I was your boyfriend, Yasin. It’s like all in my head. Like I know you and the way you smell FUCK, it’s so good and familiar. And I know scents, I wouldn’t imagine up a fake one.”  When his eyes came back down to look at Caden, the young man’s eyes were completely gray, swirling with an active mist.

“What the fuck?” Yusuf leaned in.

“Hey, you both doing okay in here?” Thomas walked in and. He stopped as he took in the scene.

“I didn’t do anything to him.” Yusuf stated. 

Thomas clicked his tongue, “Aw shoot, I thought so.”

Suddenly Caden came back, “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” Yusuf looked on in shock as the young man was back to normal. 

“I think he was just asking about your boyfriend,” Thomas cut in.

“Oh!” Caden said excited, then filled with a deflated “Oh.” He scratched his head. “I invited him to spend Christmas with me and my dad but…,” Caden’s facial expressions danced about as the young man seemed unable to decipher his own emotions. He didn’t finish his story either. “Actually, I’m going to take that bathroom break now,” was all he said before leaving. Thomas calmly walked over to the burners and turned the stove off.

 “We should talk.”

What Yusuf thought would be a one on one was Thomas collecting the other guys for a cigar break, Minus Mr. Evans as he didn’t smoke.

“Don’t worry this is more of a holiday social thing for me,” Thomas smiled as he lit the cigar. There were two other men with them now Oscar and Bryce smoking their cigars. Yusuf skipped the cigar, wanting only to listen. The small group were situated a good way up the road and away from the house. Yusuf thought it was to be away from the wife and kids, but it turns out it was so truth could flow.

There wasn’t much for Yusuf to say; he couldn’t deny or combat any of the stories the other men told him. Inside, he just knew it was the truth.

“Fuck, so I AM his boyfriend.” Yusuf stuck his hands in his pockets feeling cold from more than the winter night air. He raised his head to look at his companions for the evening, “And so were you guys.” Silent nods and puffs of cigar smoke on the wind were all Yusuf got in response. “I love my wife don’t get me wrong but….”

“Caden,” they all said in unison before small grins formed on their faces.

“Sucks, we can’t tell him. Whaddya think that’s about?”

“Seems pretty simple to me,” Oscar cut in. “We get to me hot as shit, ready to procreate at a moment’s notice, but our soulmate who’s extremely turned on by that isn’t aware, almost sounds like hell.”

“Except it isn’t,” Bryce, a burly gruff man who hadn’t spoken much finally let his deep voice ring out. He was the same age as Yusuf, more wisdom behind his eyes than he let on. “We’re not fucking tortured souls. We can have as much pussy as we want whenever we want—”

“Some of us are married.” Thomas held up the ring in his hand. “We can’t all just get our fling to be our girl for the evening.”

“Tsk,” Bryce sucked his teeth, “Like your wife wouldn’t drop her panties if you really wanted it. She can’t resist you. No woman can if you want them and you know it.”

Silence.

All the guys standing there knew it. They could probably walk back in and fuck each other’s wives if the mood took them. 

“And anyways as I was saying,” Bryce continued with his original speech, “Caden’s not off limits or forbidden goods. If you want him, take him. Lord knows he’s eager for it. Only gay kid in town surrounded by DILFS who’ve done the thing he can only fantasize about doing.”

Yusuf’s face dropped into disgust before saying. “I’m not cheating on my wife, and I’m not taking advantage of someone who used to be my boyfriend. Just seems fucked up.”

Thomas sighed, removing the cigar from his mouth, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “You shouldn’t look at it like that.” The way his voice came out relayed he had certainly done something with Caden. 

Bryce shrugged his shoulders, “Fine don’t take him, he’ll probably take you.” Lord knows he’s taken us for rides.” He popped the Cigar back in his mouth looking back towards the house, it was clear he said all he intended to.

Oscar was kind enough to not leave it there though, “Look you love Caden and Caden loves you, even if he doesn’t remember.” The man pressed his fists together, “It’s like a magnetic force bringing us back to him. Whether you like it or not you two will have sex, it’s just a pot waiting to boil over.”

“When the pot does explode try not to turn each other on too much, unless you intend to feed a lot of mouths.” Thomas chuckled more to himself than Yusuf.

“You guys are crazy; you can’t get away with cheating.” Yusuf stated.

Bryce snorted, as if Yusuf had said the dumbest shit in the world.

“Look,” Thomas’ friendly voice had a harsher undertone, “the same way we try to tell Caden about us but can’t. It’s similar if we try to explain to our wives why our relationship with Caden is so important.”

“None of that freaky eye shit,” Oscar added, “But don’t worry, it’s not like they’ll ever catch you in bed having sex. After you have sex with Caden you’ll wake back up in your bed as if you fucked your wife… like today. Caden won’t remember it either, so his conscience isn’t going to eat him up.”

“You guys are unbelievable.” Yusuf stormed away back to the house. As he left the trio, he heard a tired sigh from Thomas, some snickers from Oscar, and nothing more from Bryce. Walking back into the house Mr. Evans was going on about a new story now and he had all the wives’ attention. Yusuf watched the way the women, bit their lips, pulled on their clothes, fought to peel their eyes away and focus on their children. The trio was right, any of the men could fuck the wives, and Mr. Evans was no exception. Fortunately, the man just didn’t seem interested; He clearly preferred to be a gregarious host. 

Over to the side, Caden stood between the kitchen and the doorway, leaning to one side of the partition, laughing. There was something in Yusuf’s heart telling him to walk over. He stood on the other side of Caden and leaned against the siding. “Sorry about turning the food off, I had to take a quick step outside.” He gave the young man a full body scan. In fact, he couldn’t take his eyes off him. Caden laughed at another joke his dad told, while Yusuf appraised him.

“No worries,” Caden kindly waved it off, finally answering back. “Oh look,” he pointed a finger up. Above them hung a mistletoe quiet and unassuming. Yusuf knew it was there, but hadn’t even thought about it, too enraptured to talk to Caden. 

Yusuf didn’t need to do it. Caden was pressuring him, he just sorts of called it out. But Yusuf didn’t want to waste the opportunity. How many people actually kissed under the mistletoe? Perhaps that was Caden’s original plan to do with his boyfriend and well, here was his boyfriend. A quick peck could have done the trick. Yusuf fully intended to do just that as he wrapped a hand around Caden’s head bringing them closer. By the time he breached Caden’s personal space Yusuf could smell him again. Every nerve in Yusuf’s body was lighting up, tingling and when their lips met Yusuf’s heart was warm and cozy. In his mind, Yusuf saw himself having walked a forest and finally came upon something worth having, a bounty of food. As he reached for a berry in his dream to nourish himself, his mouth opened, and his tongue travelled into Caden’s. The two were full on making out under the mistletoe a few feet from everyone and no one cared. Yusuf couldn’t stop himself though. He didn’t realize how starved for Caden he really was until he had a taste and needed more.

Yusuf’s cock tented his dress pants prominently, poking into Caden. The man huffed Caden’s neck. “FUCK MY BOYFRIEND SMELLS SO FUCKING GOOD!”  He poked one eye open, his wife, the other wives didn’t give a shit and neither did Mr. Evans.

“Let’s take this upstairs, Yusuf.” Caden stated. A phrase he heard in his memory many times but now spoken with HIS name made his cock even harder. He nodded dumbly and followed Caden. At that moment the trio came back in, with Bryce leading the way, a smirk growing on his face as he spotted Yusuf’s boner. Thomas in the back gave a more affirming nod, as Osar tapped him, “That’s forty you owe me, told you it’d happen before we got back if we gave them space.”

They were right. Yusuf didn’t care though. What an amazing thing to be wrong about. They could watch his muscled ass disappear after Caden.

—

Salvino household - Present Day 

“Holy fuck, we’re so screwed.” Jesse ran his hands down the face. “We’re going to be fucking forever.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” Oscar chimed in.

“Yeah, you heard my story,” Yusuf added. “Doesn’t matter. Do Caden. Do your wife. Get Caden to do you. Your ass will be tight again the next time.” He chuckled. 

“It’s not that.” Jesse left his hand on his head, “Is this going to keep happening with every guy he dates?” 

“Well not every guy,” Oscar said. “I think he had some flings between me and Bryce, and after Yusuf there was Philp.

“Oh Philip, what a fucking douche.” Thomas shook his head thinking back. “Mr. Evans wasn’t here for that one, went on a cruise.”

“Heh, don’t forget Greg.”  Yusuf pointed out. “Had to send that guy packing. Thought he could get in with us by shitting on Caden.”

Bryce grunted at that name. “The trash takes itself out honestly.” Then he smiled at Jesse, “Don’t go thinking our boy, Caden’s, a eunuch. He gets around and has fun.”

“That’s not the issue.” Jesse stated. 

“Then what is?” Oscar asked. 

“I don’t know, it’s just all…a lot maybe that’s it.” He pressed his hand together thinking, eyes locked onto Thomas, “Everyone’s story here was something, but you’ve known him longer than anybody. Are you telling me that if he came to you and asked you to marry him, you’d say no?”

“Uh,” Thomas’ facial expression was easy to read as his eyebrows scrunched, and his mouth hung open. He had never considered that. Being as happily married as he was, why would he? But the fact that his answer wasn’t an immediate ‘no’ said it all. Jesse was sure he could almost hear Thomas’ balls churning at the thought. His gaze went to the other men as they mulled over the question, trying to hide their boners as well. Enough said.

Jesse spoke up, utilizing the true power of the voice he’d been gifted. “I think it’s funny how we all loved Caden, yet his dad was the eye candy. Now we’re all like Mr. Evans and Caden’s the eye candy.” 

“Hey, we were gay. Appreciating another man wasn’t a crime. “Oscar rebutted.

“And now we’re magically straight and still want Caden. What’s the excuse for that?” Jesse said

Bryce spoke up, “It’s pretty simple. It’s love.” The way he said it was plain and unceremonious. A moment shared anywhere else that would have made a bunch of guys laugh out loud. In this case the truth made them silent. “Mr. Evans is easy to lust after and aspire to be like him. Caden is easy to love, and lusting is just the bonus. Changing our sexuality, made us uninterested in Mr. Evans, didn’t erase the love we embedded in our hearts for Caden.” 

Jesse had to be honest with himself. He felt shame listening to their stories. His was nothing romantic, not a struggle, or even a complete loss of self. Meeting at Caden’s flower shop was happenstance. Back then he was Justin, a boring writer looking for inspiration. The two clicked that first day. Visiting Caden every day after was a deliberate choice. They were good together and had a nice time. Then one day, while playfully annoying Caden at the shop, Mr. Evans walked in. Father and son had a lunch date set, but Justin was completely consumed. What the other men had equated to a visual or smell-based attraction was a force bearing down on his very being. Justin hadn’t fallen into his transformation like the others, invited over and unable to leave. No, he invented reasons for Caden to have his dad over more. He could watch the store if Caden wanted to meet up with his dad more, so long as Mr. Evans walked through the doors. And when Justin finally became Jesse after fucking Caden in the shop, his heart was so fucking empty. Everything he liked about Mr. Evans was soured; all he had were the sweet memories he made with Caden. But now he also knew how easily he threw it away for a man who would never—could never—love him. Jesse, straight, never kissed a boy. Jesse had to deal with that, not Justin.  Fuck, if he could ever express how badly he messed up to these guys.

The doorbell rang.

“Who’s that?” Thomas said.

“Isn’t it your house?” Oscar asked.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone.” He got up to wash his hands and make his way to the front door.”

Everyone turned as a fruit and berry smell hit their nose, Caden walked in. Everyone got a smile as they greeted him, and he said hello back.

Caden played with his fingers, before speaking. “I want to start off by apologizing. Last night I got so drunk and overheard you guys say some stuff that didn’t make sense. But I get it was about me. And since I heard you were meeting here, if I did anything to offend, I wanted to say in person you can tell me.”

“Wait,” Thomas asked, coming behind Caden and wrapping an arm around his back and placing both hands on his shoulders. “You heard us speaking about you?”

“I mean I was pretty drunk and what you guys were saying made no sense…probably because of the former, my bad on that one.” Caden began to babble. 

Bryce’s mouth was agape, but he quickly recovered “We talked about you, and you remembered?” He didn’t wait for an answer, truly a rhetorical question. “You heard us talking about you, and you’re apologizing?” He gave a low chuckle under his breath,” Yeah that’s just like you.”

“That’s kinda hot, you, storming in here to apologize.”  Yusuf placed a hand over his chest caressing his pecs, before pulling his shirt off.

“I also gotta agree with my boy here,” Oscar’s smile was wide, and his eyes filled with lust. 

Jesse’s eyes scanned the other men. They were all fixed on Caden. Jesse had to admit it was hard not to look at himself, only his curiosity allowed him to peel away. Bryce put out his cigar and started breathing heavily. Thomas’ attraction was quite evident as he let his cock tent the hell out of his pants. Oscar, however, was the one who stood up and pulled his pants down stepping out in his underwear. black briefs bulging. Jesse wasn’t immune to it either. He felt the draw, the want, the need for Caden. For Jesse, it was even stronger knowing, in a way Caden was single-handedly responsible for them having kids. Every single man here was a pillar to masculinity and Caden had indiscriminately fucked them.

There was an intense low laugh from Jesse as he began to peel his clothes off too. Mr. Evans wasn’t there, nor did anyone miss him. To think that a man who had taken up so much mental space for the men was barely an afterthought. Perhaps being hot and sexy was only as appealing to project onto. Caden was more than that, sure he inherited a familiar attractiveness from his dad. Yet there was more to it, Caden had his own quality emphasized by his smell. Nothing that could be solely attributed to him being gay, kind or, kinky. It was a unique blend of everything that made Caden special.

Slowly Caden caught on to the uptake, peeling off clothes himself.

If the other men’s words were anything to go by. Jesse knew it was possible they’d all wake up with more kids tomorrow. However, right now that doesn’t sound like such a bad idea. 

 A spark of an idea popped into Jesse’s head, just as Thomas began making out with Caden, “Someone get the beers, let’s see if we can get Caden to remember this night and how many kids we had prior to it.” 

All the men’s eyes connected with each other. The message was clear: they were going to go all out and whatever happened in the morning, they’d face. But if this was going to be the night Caden learned the truth, he’d have all the studs to breed, and to breed with.