The seed is strong

by YellowJester   

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. In Alexander’s case, that means he, just like the rest of the men in his family, is blessed or cursed with persistently strong seed that just won’t quit.

“All right, fuel up troops! We got more work to do after this.” Mr. Walker dumped the contents of the large paper bag he held onto the table, scattering plastic forks, soy sauce packets, and fortune cookies. One cookie skittered across the table coming to rest directly across from Alex.

“Look at that,” his colleague Levi said clapping Alex on the shoulder. “It’s fate you gotta eat it now!”

“Really? Alex asked nervously. “But I haven’t even had my meal yet, and what if there aren’t enough for everyone.”

Levi rolled his eyes. “I think it will be okay, Best Buy. Just eat the damn cookie.” Alex nodded and pinched both sides of the crinkly plastic, pulling it apart with his meager strength and freeing the cookie inside. The nickname “Best Buy” was a reference to Alex’s job in IT and was one of the tamer things he had been called in his life. Fresh out of college with a computer science degree Alex wasn’t exactly a loser but he also wasn’t the envy of many. His life was painfully mundane, except for what he had done last year, he shivered at the thought.

All through college Alex had had a girlfriend named Stephanie. He thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with her until he got his heart broken. In an attempt to cheer him up Alex’s idiot friend had gotten him a hooker. He had ended up mostly just crying in her lap but at the end of the night, the two had rather pathetic cry sex. The memory still haunted him.

Alex broke the fortune cookie in half and fished for the piece of paper resting in one of the halves. His lucky numbers weren’t of much interest although 5 of the 6 numbers were prime. Neat! The words on the front made much less sense.

“The seed is strong,” it said in simple black text.

“The seed is strong?” What the hell does that mean? Alex thought to himself trying to puzzle it out. As in the earth? Was it saying he was going to have a good harvest? Or maybe it was a metaphor, to say that the good he did would become a seed and flourish that way? The whole thing was far too cryptic for math and science-minded Alex and yet the words somehow felt resonant, right.

Levi leaned over Alex’s shoulder to try and see what message had been inside the cookie. “The seed is strong.” Alex read for him seeing if his coworker could puzzle it out.

“Yeah man, I know that’s right!” Levi said a grin spreading across his face. He extended his hand in the way of the former frat bro expecting Alex to dap him up. Alex was not versed in those foreign ways and so ended up shaking his coworker’s hand awkwardly. Levi smirked but turned away so Alex wouldn’t see him laugh.

Alex didn’t have time to dwell on Levi’s reaction or the awkwardness of the interaction as Delana, Mr. Walker’s assistant began to call out orders. “Who got the beef and broccoli?”

Five minutes later a steaming box of orange chicken sat open in front of Alex. Yet despite the food, Alex found his mind wandering. “The seed is strong” “The seed is strong” What could it mean? And why did his groin feel weird? He felt a strange heaviness that he was not used to. Alex adjusted his legs trying to give more room for his package to breathe. Yet the pressure only built. Suddenly his off-the-rack trousers felt horribly constricting.

As subtly, as he could Alex examined his pants and found a bulge protruding from his crotch, the size of which he wasn’t used to. His immediate thought was of a cancerous tumor but he didn’t think those grew spontaneously. No this felt like well, like his balls were bigger. Much bigger. But that was impossible, right?

The seed is strong.

NO

That couldn’t be what it meant. Were fortune cookies allowed to be explicit? It would explain Levi’s reaction. But no there had to be some other explanation. He was saved from his introspection by Brenda in accounting who waved him over.

“Hey there Alex, it seems I’m having some computer troubles.”

Brenda had her caps locked on.

“Glad I could help Brenda,” Alex said graciously. It was not the first time she had made this mistake.

“Thanks again. Guess it’s back to the old grindstone.” The company had been audited which meant all hands on deck.

“Hopefully we can get this done by 5:00,” Alex said, starting to make his way back to his seat at the other side of the conference room.

“I sure hope so, gotta pick up the kids pretty soon. What about you Alex, got your kids covered?” Alex’s eyes bugged so far out of his head that he was afraid they would fall out of his head and roll around on the carpeted floor. His mind was at war with itself. Most of him was loudly screaming that of course he didn’t have kids, he wasn’t even married. Yet a small voice said differently.

The seed is strong

He had three kids, two from his college girlfriend and one from Debby the sex worker he had slept with. No no no that wasn’t right that couldn’t be. He wasn’t a father. He always used protection and besides he couldn’t support a family on an IT salary. Yet Alex couldn’t get the faces out of his head. Two toddlers a boy and a girl and a newborn baby.

In a panic, Alex burst out of the conference room and rushed into the men’s bathroom. He tried to splash cold water on his face like in the movies but just ended up with water in his nose and stains on his shirt. Checking to make sure no one was in the stalls Alex undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down the zipper.

Balls. What the fuck was wrong with his balls? They were huge, fist-sized swollen things.

The seed is strong

No. Alex could feel them churning. Could feel his body producing semen. Inside millions of sperm swam inside begging to be free. Begging to serve their purpose and impregnate. What the Fuck?

The seed is st—

NO. Alex put his pants back on not even bothering to tuck his shirt in. He left the bathroom and started walking … he was not even sure to where. He ended up at his desk. Action figures in their boxes, iPad charging on the window, and framed photos of his children. That was new. That couldn’t be. And yet the physicality of it made the reality undeniable. His children.

The seed is strong

Of course, he had children. For men with the last name Holden like himself, it was practically inevitable. Oh sure, you could try your best, birth control, and condoms for the whole nine yards. Yet very few things can stop the semen of the Holdens. His father always said their swimmers just kept on swimming, that’s why all the men of his family had such large balls. The hyper virility of their family accounted for why Alex was the youngest of 9 children. His poor mother! She often joked that his father was the most expensive fuck in the world, seeing as a night with him meant a mouth to feed for 18 years.

For a moment Alex had the image of himself as an only child but that was ridiculous. The seed was too strong for that.

Alex had tried to be careful, he really had. Yet the very first time he and his college girlfriend Stephanie had slept together, taking each other’s virginity, she had ended up with a positive pregnancy test two weeks later. He had apologized profusely and suggested they might get rid of the child but Stephanie was religious and insisted on keeping it. Thus his first son, Liam, was born to an 18-year-old father and mother. Parenting in college was tricky but the two made it work.

While Stephanie was pregnant the two had been able to be intimate, with some care of course. Yet once she gave birth Alex knew they had to stop. He had tried to explain the risks, that no matter how much protection they used the seed was strong. Stephanie hadn’t believed and so their second child was born only 10 months after their first. Her name was Lila and she was a fussy enough baby that Stephanie took his words seriously. The two had parented together all throughout college and still remained close but the lack of intimacy doomed the relationship ultimately.

Alex resigned himself to never having another sexual encounter after Stephanie; two kids was enough for him. That was until his friend hired a hooker. Her name was Debby. He had explained to her his plight and maybe cried a little, feeling down from a lack of intimacy. She had understood and offered to let Alex do butt stuff instead, something Stephanie had never allowed. Alex was all too happy to take her up on that offer and the two had gotten intimate. Alex was thrilled thinking he had found a loophole. That was until he got a call from Debby telling him he was going to have another child. He wasn’t sure exactly how it worked. Maybe some of his spunk had somehow dripped down or maybe his sperm were so enthusiastic that they had swam the distance. Whatever the case Alex ended up a father of three from two different women.

Ding

Alex got a text on his phone from someone named Christopher. “Miss your seed, baby.”

What the hell? Who is Christopher? He almost texted that exact question to the number before he saw that this wasn’t their first text. In fact, as he scrolled up and up and up it seemed their conversation went on seemingly forever. Alex’s cheeks reeded as he saw quite a few naughty pictures of this Christopher, a handsome man with a prominent backside. He found he quite liked the photograph. What was worse, Alex saw his own pictures sent on Christopher’s request, specifically close-up pictures of his huge balls.

Three dots appeared showing Christopher was typing again. “I need you to load me up, Daddy.” This text was followed by two eggplant emoji and a squirt emoji. Whoever this Christopher was he sure was persistent. Of course, most of the men that Alex slept with grew somewhat addicted to his seed. Wait… that wasn’t right, he wasn’t gay… ?

The seed is strong

Of course, he was. Or at least he slept with exclusively men now. It was being with Debby that had made him realize. His dick just felt right sitting in the tight confines of an ass. That moment of self-discovery had been life-changing for Alex. He had gone on something of a sexual rampage after that. It felt so good to be able to finally let loose and fuck with abandon. His seed yearned to be spread, and he had done so, thankfully without the risk of a new life emerging from it.

Christopher was the closest thing Alex had to a boyfriend, although he was more like a long-term fuck buddy. Christopher often joked about how the two had first met. He said he could smell Alex’s potent seed from a mile away and that he followed the scent like a cartoon character, nose in the air feet off the ground.

Alex had been told he had a particular scent. It was his seed, of course, leaking from his balls like steam from hot soup. Not everyone had a nose for it, but to those who did it was like a drug. Christopher was something of a bloodhound for it.

One night when Christopher was going on and on about how much he loved Alex’s seed and how good it smelled and tasted, like “the raw essence of a man” (his exact words), Alex had told him of his father. He was a waterfall to Alex’s trickle. Their house used to reek of seed and testosterone, especially when the 7 boys of the family reached maturity and grew Holden balls. Christopher had cum on the spot. Ever since he had been begging to be invited to a family reunion.

Ding

Another text. Alex expected it to be Christopher with more pleading for his seed but instead, it was from Stephanie. A picture of their son, Liam, dressed in a football uniform standing on a grassy field. How cute, must be at one of his Little League games. Yet something felt off. As he stared at the pixels on his screen he could swear he watched them move, shift. The kid in the picture was far too old. He looked more like he was in middle school. No—that wasn’t a middle schooler in the picture, he had the body of a grown man, and was that a college logo on his uniform? Alex’s eyes widened as he noticed the sizable bulge in the football pants. He shut off his phone.

The seed is strong

Where was he? He had been at his desk, right? It was a tiny thing, shoved at the back of the office with no windows, mostly just a box for him to wait at until people could come to him with their IT concerns. Except he wasn’t there now; no IT person had this nice of a setup. He was in a corner office, two walls made up entirely of glass, showing off the expansive city skyline that their tall building afforded. Alex blinked. His belongings were on the desk, mahogany rather than plywood. Action figures in their boxes, an iPad on the window, and pictures of his children in their frames. Liam and Lilia at their high school graduations and a picture of his youngest at prom, Brandon. It felt like just yesterday Debby had given birth to him, so why did that kid look so old?

“Mr. Holden, they’re on the line,” Delana said, poking her head into the office. Wasn’t she assistant to his boss, Mr. Walker? But no, he didn’t have a boss. How could someone with an office this nice have a boss? Hesitantly Alex picked up the phone and was met with a cacophony of greetings.

“It’s good to have some senior management on this call,” a man said, voice slightly distorted from the phone.

“Yes, thank you so much for your time, Alexander. We will be brief,” said a woman who he felt like he should know.

The two went back and forth talking about shareholders and market strategy all of which went over his head. He instead spent his time scratching his balls which seemed to have swollen even larger. He would need to empty them soon. His seed was made to be spread and got impatient rather quickly. Maybe he would take Christopher up on his request. He could leave work a bit early today. Who would stop the boss?

“Mr. Holden, are you still with us?”

“Oh umm yes yes. Everything sounds great. Keep up the good work.” With that, he hung up the phone. He felt knowledge flooding into his brain… business experience, and social contacts that an IT person had no business knowing. Only he wasn’t IT, he hired people to be his IT. He was the top dog of this company. The company that did… he couldn’t remember. He would do work tomorrow, right now he was feeling strangely out of sorts, like he didn’t belong.

Alexander stood up on legs that felt too long. He had always been tall but now he felt like a lumbering giant. He was glad for his height, as Liam and his other son Brandon were getting far too tall for his liking. Not quite the height of good old dad but definitely too tall for him to put them on his lap. Lila wasn’t a slouch either: 5’10, and nearly her brother’s height when she wore heels. The thought of his children made him smile, they really were his pride and joy. They had inherited his blond hair—did he have blond hair? Of course, he did, although it was turning silver with age. The rest of his siblings had dark hair like his father but he had inherited his mother’s golden locks and passed them onto his children, along with his angular face and tall stature. That wasn’t to say that the children didn’t have anything from their other parents. Liam had his mother’s heart-shaped face, freckles, and warm green eyes, while Lila had inherited Stephanie’s wavy hair and intelligence.

Brandon his youngest had gotten his other mother’s darker complexion and her rebellious spark. He was something of a bad boy. With tattoos up one arm a handsome face and the soul of a tortured artist, Alex always knew he would be swimming in sexual opportunities. He had tried to explain to him the Holden inheritance. Alex tried to give the same speech his father had, telling his youngest about the strong seed of their family. Alex hadn’t listened and neither had Brandon, at least not until he had gotten two girls pregnant. He had been sticking to sex with men ever since—the perks of bisexuality, although Alex suspected there would be a few more grandchildren in his future before his youngest got it all out of his system.

It felt right to be a grandfather, although it seemed only a few hours ago he didn’t even have children of his own.

The seed is strong

Liam, his oldest, also had children. He was far more restrained than his younger brother, though. Liam had settled down with a nice woman a few years older than him who had been married before. She had tried for children with her old husband but after years of trying had resigned herself to being unable to have children. That was until she was with a Holden man. Now they had three children and she was pregnant with a fourth. Liam had confessed to Alex that his wife had gotten pregnant the first time the two had ever been intimate which didn’t surprise Alex in the slightest.

That left only Lila without children of her own. Where Liam had heart and Brandon had soul Lila had gotten all the brains. With a razor tongue and a mind for business, Alex suspected her only child would be the company she was building. Yet who was to say, maybe one day she would end up having children? If she had a boy someone would have to warn her to expect quite a few grandchildren of her own.

Alex—no, Alexander—made his way out of the office. He was far too dignified to go by a childhood nickname. Three grown children. How had he become an old man? He passed a mirror and examined his reflection. Square had handsome features, a tall frame, and muscles that pushed out his suit pleasingly. Maybe not quite an old man yet. He puffed up his substantial chest. How many grandfathers could bench 250 pounds?

Come to think of it, all his brothers currently could, even his oldest brother Mark, who was a great-grandfather at only age 60. Ha. Yet another thing passed on by the Holdens. High metabolism and the genetic potential for substantial musculature. Alex had always suspected it had something to do with their over-productive testicles pumping in an excess of testosterone, although Lila was surely no slouch. Alexander fondly remembered how she could beat both her brothers in arm wrestling contests as children whenever it was his turn to have custody of the kids.

Still, it was his sons who had inherited the rippling muscular physique of the Holden men. Liam was the larger of the two mostly due to playing football in high school and college. After he graduated Liam started taking his physique seriously and competed in a few bodybuilding shows. Alexander remembered the horror of realizing his 220-pound son was bigger than him. That caused Alex to redouble his efforts at the gym. That coupled with the fact that Liam stopped competing after he settled down had restored Alexander to the top of the food chain where he belonged. That wasn’t to say that Liam let himself go. Liam maintained an admirable body, one that he had confessed to his father made fitting in with the other dads difficult, a sentiment which Alexander could relate to.

“Dad, it’s like every dude either wants to feel me up and ask me to be their personal trainer or takes it as an insult and acts like a dick.” In Alexander’s case, most of the dicks had ended up sucking his, but that type of advice could never work for noble pure-hearted Liam. Brandon, on the other hand, rated perfectly to his father’s more horny tendencies. While he didn’t have his brother’s brutish size Brandon was toned good arms adorned with plenty of tattoos and the abs that only a young man could have. He had done several perfume commercials displaying those abs and his notable bulge across billboards in Times Square to Alexander’s shock and secret pride.

The seed is strong

“Are you heading out Mr. Holden?” a young man holding a clipboard asked as Alexander made his way to the elevator.”

“I am, Shayne. Nature calls, I’m sure you understand.” A wide grin split the youth’s face and he nodded. Alexander had long suspected Shayne’s lineage, but looking at him now it seemed undeniable. Tall with a brawny build, Shayne had brown inquisitive eyes, short sandy blond hair, and a well-trimmed dirty blond beard covering his square jaw. To put it bluntly, he was the spitting image of Alexander in his youth. The final clue of course lay beneath the kid’s well ironed slacks.

Without violating company policy or his own ethical code as a boss, Alexander had tried to check out his new intern’s package. Sure enough, he had gotten confirmation at the urinal last week. The kid was sporting an abnormally large pair of balls that could only belong to a Holden man.

Alexander supposed he shouldn’t be surprised. He had started being a sperm donor in college to make a little cash. One test of his seed and the clinic had been positively feral to milk him dry. Once he started moving up in the company the money had meant less to Alexander but he still would occasionally pay a visit to the clinic to donate. He liked the idea that he could help a woman struggling with fertility or allow someone to start a family without relying on a man. He would also be lying if he didn’t think it a little hot they have a bunch of mini me’s running around as well. His only request was to warn any potential sons of their fertility as odd as that seemed. With the amount he had donated Alexander was bound to come across one of his children at some point although it was still thrilling. It warmed his heart to think he had another son, and one who had grown up to be as responsible and respectful as Shayne.

He would have to ask Shayne about his father sometime or get him a DNA kit for the holidays. Something that might tip the kid off without coming on too strong. Just because they shared blood did not mean Alexander had a right to be part of his life yet if he would have him, Alexander would gladly have a relationship.

“We should be all good with preparing for the audit without you. Have a good night, sir.”

The elevator doors closed blocking sight of his potential son. Alexander took out his phone and brought up messages to Christopher. In the dark elevator, he had trouble reading the screen and even more trouble finding out how to raise the brightness. God, if only he could trade his buffalo balls for some IT skills, he joked to himself. Eventually, he figured it out and typed out a message.

“How could I refuse? My place in 20?”

Christopher sent a gif of a mouth watering, then an emoji of a man running. Would it be so hard to type out a yes? Alexander wasn’t worried about Christopher being busy. Besides the fact that he suspected the man would push his own mother off a cliff for the contents of Alexander’s balls, he was also a writer, a job which gave him the luxury of making his own schedule. He mostly wrote YA fiction, some of which were quite well-known. His biggest series was all the rage when the kids were in their teens, meaning they had thought Christopher was the god on earth.

Now, though, Christopher was working on something more adult. An erotica that he claimed was loosely based on his and Alexander’s romance. He told the family proudly a few months back he was going to call it The Fountain of Eternal Cum. Alexander’s PR team told him it would be a nightmare if it was published and Lila threatened to take a box cutter to her eyes, and ears too if an audiobook version came out. Still, Alexander had let the project continue. He thought it funny and maybe a little hot.

Twenty minutes later Alexander reached his building courtesy of his driver and made his way up to his penthouse apartment. Christopher was waiting for him splayed out on a $30,000 couch like a house cat.

“Smelled ya coming,” he said, rising from his lounging position and making his way over to his lover. With practiced hands, he pulled Alexander in using his tie as a leach and placed one hand on his broad chest feeling the warmth of Alexander’s body through the thin Oxford and undershirt.

When Alexander had first met Christopher he was something of a twink, young with ample curves and smooth skin. That had been over 20 years ago. Now Christopher was more the scruffy writer type, with a cute face adorned with a few wrinkles, thick glasses, and a layer of scraggly stubble. His body wasn’t as tight as it had once been but Christopher still had enough in the back where it really mattered. Alexander didn’t begrudge his lover the changes of age. He wasn’t the same muscle bull Christopher had fallen in love with either. While he had retained much of his size his age had left him sentimental, the wild bull had been tamed, although it still came out on occasion when his lover was involved.

“I needed this,” Alexander purred, leaning into the embrace and planting three long kisses onto Christopher’s neck.

Christopher pulled his head back savoring the touch. “We need to get this off,” he said, peeling Alexander’s suit jacket from his frame. Alexander’s back and arms proved too large and made what might have been a sexy process rather unsexy as the two struggled to peel off the garment. Once that was done Christopher went to work on the buttons starting from the stop and working his way down until Alexander stood in an open shirt with only a white sleeveless undershirt beneath.

“Ugh, why do you wear so many clothes,” Christopher said eager to get to his prize.

“I could say the same thing about you,” Alexander rumbled. He took the opportunity to pull off Christopher’s chunky cable knit sweater, a process Christopher assisted in by raising his arms. Alexander tried to make things more even by fully removing his button-up shirt but he was still left in a white tank top. His arms were thick solid things bulging with mature muscle, and the lower half covered a dusting of nearly transparent blond hair. His chest pushed out the undershirt significantly, then fell loose around his still mostly flat belly.

“Will you do the thing?” Christopher asked excitedly, a kid asking to go on a roller coaster again. Alexander plastered on a gracious smile then put both hands on either side of the shirt’s collar and pulled. It ripped clean down the middle revealing his toned body. Christopher clapped and giggled then and went in for another kiss, their now shirtless bodies rubbing against one another. Alexander suspected hundreds of shirts over the years had perished to Christopher’s “favorite trick” but it was worth it to see that look of glee on his face. Besides undershirts weren’t particularly expensive, at least he assumed they weren’t. His assistant did most of his shopping for him.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom, Mr. Holden?” Christopher asked, knowing how formal talk turned Alexander on. In response, Alexander picked his smaller lover up in a fireman’s carry and made its way across the penthouse to the bedroom. Along the way, they passed countless family photos framed on walls and coffee tables. Liam was the lead of the high school musical, Lila won the state debate championship, and Brandon posing proudly with graffiti art that spelled out his name. There were picnics and football games, thanksgiving dinners, and volunteering. Three smiling happy golden-haired children, all made from their father. Made from his potent seed, the seed Christopher was about to receive.

Alexander threw Christopher down on the bed and caused him to bounce on the springy mattress. With his manly hands, he gripped Christopher’s pants and tried to force them over his voluptuous bottom, getting to his prize at all costs. He could have ripped them off nearly as easily as he had his shirt if not for Christopher’s pleas about how much he loved these pants. It felt like it took forever for Christopher to undo his belt, unbutton his pants, and pull the zipper down, only then allowing Alexander to rip them off, taking underwear with it. Christopher had a respectable dick and balls that were he with a different company might be considered large. Yet when with a Holden man it was like comparing an ant to an elephant. Besides, there was really only one thing below the waist Alexander carried about. Not that he was a selfish lover, but rather the two after years of making love had experimented enough to know what they really wanted. “Roll over,” he said breathily, his excitement getting the better of him. Now it was his turn to take the time with his pants.

Plop

His package flopped out into the open like a hot man to a pool. He looked down at his balls and for a moment they seemed obscene. Baseballs attached to the underside of a penis that really wasn’t that remarkable.

The seed is strong

Nine inches was at the lower end for size in his family but he really didn’t have anything to complain about. Yet another perk of being a Holden man. With their large balls, it only was natural that they have the dick to match. It was a subject less commonly talked about for obvious reasons yet Alexander was no idiot. He had seen his brother’s dicks through their pants plenty of times and heard stories from their wives. And his children, well, a father can’t help but see these things even if he tries not to. Once back when Alexander had still been in college and with Stephanie, his father, the patriarch of the family, had gotten a bit too drunk on old fashions and whiskey on the rocks. He had launched into a bit of a rant.

“Oh I had some big dicked brothers, but of all them, mine was the thickest. No, it wasn’t the longest, that would be my brother Kendall. We used to call him pencil-dick Kendall you know. Foot long but thin as a finger. Looked ridiculous with his big balls. He ended up having eight children though so I guess someone liked that pencil dick.”

The whole family had erupted in laughter at that, much to Stephanie’s horror and Alexander’s delight. He had inherited that thickness, thickness which Christopher revealed in, tentatively licking the head from his ass up position before taking the whole thing in his mouth. Giving a blow job to someone of Alexander’s size wasn’t easy but Christopher had something like 20 years of practice. It wasn’t just that he could take the whole thing that made Christoper blow jobs great, although that was nice. Rather it was the way he played with Alexander’s balls, tickling them caressing them, even taking a break from his dick to suck on them. Alexander always thought he was trying to cut out the middleman and get right to the source of his addiction. He suspected his lover would hook up an IV bag of his seed to drip into his bloodstream if he had the supply.

After a few minutes, Christopher got impatient. “I’m ready,” he said excitedly turning to face away from Alexander and presenting his ass like a target for practice. Alexander took a bottle of lube from his bedside table and applied it generously to his dick and his lover’s hole. There was no point in a condom, they both were clean and besides those did little against determined Holden spunk. Yet lube was essential even after all these years for accommodating his dick. Slowly he inserted his dick, being careful at first. Once he was halfway in Christopher gave him a nod and he sped up, ramming the rest of his member in and then pulling it out almost all the way out with a wet squish. Christopher moaned a high-pitched whine of pleasure and pleaded for more. As Alexander began to thrust he answered with his own sound, a mix between a bellow and a grunt. God, how did he keep his hole so tight?

“Harder,” Christopher panted. Alexander went harder.

“Harder!” Christopher said again. Alexander thrust with his hips impaling his partner with all his substantial strength. His full balls slammed against round butt cheeks, the sound keeping time with his thrusts.

“Harder daddy, breed me. Fucking breed me. Fill me with your seed till I have your fucking baby.” Alexander gave it all he had. If Christopher wanted to be bred so bad then he was all too happy to oblige. He obliterated him, pulverized his fucking hole. Pleasured him so thoroughly he might never walk again. He showed his lover how he had created three children, the reason why his family was so prolific. The seed is strong. The seed is strong. The seed is strong.

“The seed is strong,” he screamed as he climaxed. His vision went white as his balls emptied like a dam bursting. His dick became a fire hydrant for the torrent of seed that he pumped into Christopher. The two collapsed onto each other, sweaty bodies reveling in the heat, the smell, and the pleasure. They just sat there for a moment, slowly winding down from the passion of the experience. It had felt for a moment like those times back so long ago when Alexander had conceived his children. He knew even then as soon as he had climaxed his seed would quicken. He had felt it in his bones, in his balls. Only obviously that couldn’t be… a figment of his horny imagination, perhaps.

With a start, Alexander realized his dick was still inside of Christopher, half hard and plugging his hole like a drain stopper. He removed himself with a popping sound and caused a torrent of cum to spill out of Christopher. Christopher reached around and scooped it up onto his hand before licking them clean and moaning like he had just had a cold cone in the summertime. He went in for a kiss and Alexander got a taste of his own seed. It was indeed strong, like raw masculinity. Salty musky and somehow sweet, Alexander understood why Christopher had developed a taste for it. He could somehow tell that every single swimming sperm in his mouth could create a child if given a chance, ones who would be as beautiful as the ones he had now. The thought made him feel like Chronos from Greek mythology gobbling up his children whole.

“Even more amazing than usual,” Christopher said once the two had broken their kiss. “I swear Alexander you are a fine wine. You just get better with age.” He excused himself to use the bathroom, leaving Alexander lying alone on his spoiled sheets.

It was funny how much sex defined his life. It was sex that had brought him his children, the lights of his life. Sex that had brought him Christopher, his life partner and husband. Even his business, the largest contraceptive company in the country. It would be quite the scandal if it came out that their CEO could bust right through their condoms with his seed. Alexander supposed it was inevitable that his life revolved around sex. He had always been told the seed was strong and had always taken it literally. Yet it went beyond hyperactive balls. The men of his family seemed practically bred to breed; with their faces and their bodies, not the mention the dicks and strong libido, it was inevitable that the Holden men lived and breathed sex. He wondered what in the family’s past had happened to create such a strong seed. Was there some kind of curse placed on their family by a disgruntled prehistoric witch? Or maybe one of Alexander’s ancestors was some kind of genetically mutated freak. Could they be a different species? With the rate they were going the whole world might be Holden men in a few centuries.

Alexander had to laugh. The things he thought about in his post-nut state were always strange but he must have really needed this if he was thinking about witches and a future of only Holden humans. Besides Alexander had found a loophole, homosexuality. Not of course before before he had spawned three and potentially hundreds more through donation. Still, with Christopher at least he knew he was safe. The seed was strong but it wasn’t that strong.

“Honey—! I think I’m pregnant!” Christopher yelled from the bathroom door, waving a positive pregnancy test excitedly.

Shit. The seed is strong.

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So you wanna be a hunk? by YellowJester The new game show So You Wanna Be a Hunk offers men down on their luck an opportunity to participate in various challenges to win the chance to improve their bodies and become hunks! 5 parts 21k words Added Mar 2023 Updated 17 Jun 2023 23k views 4.9 stars (39 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Ball Growth•Huge Cock•Nipple Emissions•Getting Dumber•Other Mental Changes•Straight to Gay•Muscle Growth•Public Nudity•Man Scent•Getting Handsomer•Voice Deepening•Getting Taller•Age Regression•Hair Growth/Getting Hairy•Hairless•Hyper Pheromones•Complete •M•M/M•M/M/M/...

Just another ordinary day by YellowJester When someone with quite the ambition gets a hold of a reality altering device yet another ordinary day can become anything but. 1,957 words Added Sep 2022 9,337 views 4.5 stars (22 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Straight to Gay•Muscle Growth•Getting Handsomer•Getting Taller•Size Increase•Retcon •M/M

The box by BRK Steve gets a box of clothes from his mysterious and beautiful brother, Peter, and it turns out the clothes have an amazing effect on his already unusual body. 8 parts 30k words Added Dec 2002 Updated 7 Sep 2019 34k views 5.0 stars (14 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Public Orgasm•Extra digits•Multicock•Multihead•Four Legs•Multiarm•Multileg•Multilimb•Replication•Muscle Growth•Stretchy•Getting Handsomer•Getting Taller•First Time/Virgin•Incest•Brothers•Selfcest•Witch/Warlock/Wizard •M/M•M/M/M•M/M/M/...

Sugar packets by RdyRoger Envious of other guys who can grow muscle like it’s nothing, David decides to try some sugar packets left behind by some beachgoing studs. 4 parts 12k words Added Jul 2002 29k views 5.0 stars (6 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength •M/M

The trainer by Also Known As Needing a new trainer, Thomas finds onewho can push him to the next level, and then some. 7 parts 22k words Added Jan 2014 28k views 5.0 stars (15 votes) No comments yet •Always Hard•Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Size Increase •M/M

Transform: Phone sex by Also Known As Converting a guy to be one of the Transformed is easy enough in person. But what about over the phone? 5,573 words Added Jan 2014 15k views 5.0 stars (7 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Multicock•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Size Increase•Infectious •M/M•M/M/M

Unexpected growth spurt by rusalko Moving in with the cute guy you've been aching to push your big dick into is exciting and boner-making enough... but then I experienced a very unexpected growth spurt that put us both into sex heaven. 6 parts 11k words Added Dec 2012 Updated 3 Feb 2017 68k views 5.0 stars (19 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Plausible Size Difference•Size Increase •M/M

There’s something about Billy by Ziel Billy seems like perfectly normal, good-looking guy from the waist up. But there’s something going on inside Billy’s weird, super-baggy pants, and Duke and Kevin were determined to find out what it was. 5,442 words Added Feb 2017 19k views 5.0 stars (14 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Balls•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Multi-balls•Multicock•Infectious