Breed Me

Hello! It's been an age since I updated this series -- hopefully this is the first of many updates. Any requests then let me know!

Please note that this story contains the words 'pussy' and 'clit' being used for a transgender man. If this triggers you in any way, I wouldn't advise reading on.

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I'm worn out. Usually when I'm worn out it's because of work or Jason, err, working me hard if you get me. This evening I'm worn out though because I've been running after my partner's kids all day. For months it was too complicated for them to find out about us but when we reached the year mark of our relationship, we knew we couldn't keep it secret any longer. His kids, Oscar (aged nine) and Darcey (aged seven), are very accepting of me and my relationship with their dad. They're also what Jason would call, a hoot!

I never thought that I could be the kind of guy to procreate. It's complicated for me for obvious reasons and because of that it has always seemed easier not to. Now that I'm in a loving, settled relationship with a guy who is a brilliant dad, I've become broody. "Earth to Mikey." I hear Jason say and I blink a few times as I realize that he's stood in front of me with a bottle of wine in either hand, one red and the other white. "My kids really must have tuckered you out with all that hide and seek."

"Yeah something like that..." I distractedly murmur and watch how his face falls with concern. I'm quick to move the conversation along. "If you're offering me wine you know I have a weakness for a merlot."

Jason hesitates for a second, with his eye flickering from side to side as if he's trying to read me, before nodding his head. "Alright then." And then he's walking out of his living room which became mine too just last month.

I would say that we are pretty good with the whole open communication thing. I've never had this kind of connection with someone before that has made me feel comfortable about being one hundred percent my authentic self. For this reason, I don't like to keep things from him but how do I start a conversation off about us maybe having a kid? He's a different stage in his life to me, he has already done the whole children thing... maybe I'm scared about screwing up what we have for feeling like this. "Your wine, Sir." Jason says with the glass outstretched to me. I blush at his use of 'sir' even though it is entirely innocent, and anyway it is usually me who utters the title, not him.

"Thank you." I smile warmly which appears to reassure him that I'm okay, because he does smile back before taking a seat on the couch beside me. "How was dropping them back?" I ask, knowing that even though he has grown used to only seeing his kids every other weekend, it is still hard for him at times.

"It was alright. Darcey said she is going to draw a picture for you at school tomorrow." I immediately feel brighter on hearing this, and I can tell by the sheen to Jason's brown eyes that he finds this touching also. "Who knew when you walked into that bar almost eighteen months ago that you would become Mr Popular Step-dad?"

"Step-dad, eh?"

"I said what I said." Jason beams and taps on the edge of his wine glass. "You're very paternal. I feel very lucky." It may be tiredness, but I don't mask my reaction to this comment before he catches it. It was probably just a flicker of something, but it was something emotional. He frowns, and I know I've been caught out. "I knew something was wrong. What is it?" He immediately asks but my mind is blank, I'm scrambling. "Is it my kids?"

"No! Definitely not." I quickly put him at ease. "Nothing is wrong. I'm just... overthinking. You know how I can do that?"

Jason doesn't move or speak for a second or two, but then he's leaning forward to slide his glass onto the coffee table in between yesterday's newspaper and the TV remote. "What about?" He asks carefully and I gulp as I follow suit, by putting down my drink, trying to give me a second to think, but I have to be honest with him.

He's been so good to me. He deserves my honesty, even if it does make me feel uncomfortable but hopefully that will be brief. "Spending time with your kids has made me... broody." In an instant Jason's expression softens from one so tense and worried to one that could be happiness. "I've never felt this way before, and it scares me."

He smiles at he takes hold of my hand. It is an act that tends to make me feel gooey inside because of how his easily encases my own. I'm unsurprisingly small compared to him, but I am actually okay with that because it means I can have these moments. "Why does it scare you?" I look down at our hands and the loving movement of his calloused thumb brushing over my soft skin. "Talk to me. You don't have to be scared."

"I don't know what you want." I say and bite down on my bottom lip in attempt to calm myself. "You've got two beautiful children already. And when we first, you know, you said that you were looking for sex and companionship. Not any of the messy stuff you get in relationships." I then look back up to meet his gaze which appears nothing but relaxed despite the topic of conversation. "There's also the mechanics of it. Like could I have a baby? I know I have the right parts but... what would people think?" I have had a blissful few years of not being misgendered, and rarely judged, this would open a can of worms. "Sorry, I know this is a lot."

"You don't need to apologize." He reassures. "You are right. The night we first hooked up I wasn't looking for anything too serious, but I wasn't expecting to fall in love with you. I love being a dad and I think you would be a great one so if it is something that you want, then I need you to know that I'm open to it." I feel my face break out into a smile. This is the best reaction I could have hoped for. "I'm not going to pretend I'm the knowledge of all when it comes to trans guys naturally having kids, but we can look into it, and if we decide we do want to have a child, but you aren't sure about putting yourself through the changes then there are other means to have children. The last thing I want is for you to struggle with dysphoria because of being pregnant."

"Since being with you my dysphoria has felt less. Even when I get my period, you go out of your way to remind me that I am a man. I was just born in the wrong body." He nods at this. "Maybe getting pregnant and having a baby with you would be a way of using what I am for good." I theorize. "Is that dumb?"

"Nothing you say is dumb." He tells me lovingly. "We have a lot to talk about on this matter before we go there but it sounds like to me that we might be having a baby?"

"It sure is sounding that way."

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As Jason and I embark on the beautiful journey of creating a new life together, the notion of foreplay takes on a deeper, more profound meaning. It's no longer just about physical pleasure; it becomes a sacred dance of intimacy, connection, and anticipation.

Our journey towards conceiving a child begins long before we decide to actively try. It starts with whispered conversations about our hopes, dreams, and fears surrounding parenthood. We share our desires, our uncertainties, and our unwavering commitment to each other, laying the emotional groundwork for what lies ahead. It isn't going to be easy, us having a baby naturally, we both know that.

Even if we do succeed and I get pregnant, we will have to contend with judgmental outsiders, our workplace will probably then find out the truth about us, and then there is the affect this all has on my mental health. I want to be a father. I want to carry my own child. However, in doing so I will most likely become dysphoric, partially caused because I have had to stop taking testosterone. Jason is worried about me on that front, which is very touching, but I truly believe the difficult periods will be worth it if I get to hold a baby that's biologically mine and his at the end.

In the days leading up to our decision to start trying for a baby, our moments of intimacy become infused with a sense of purpose and intentionality. Each touch, each caress, carries with it the weight of our shared longing to bring new life into the world. There have also been a lot of appointments with medical professionals whose honesty about the unlikeliness of us getting pregnant has been painful at times, but we will try -- and tonight is the first night of us doing so.

I was both nervous and giddy when I walked into the kitchen this morning whilst Jason was munching on his cereal. I held up my ovulation test wordlessly, but he knew what I meant. Work seemed to drag and drag, and when we got home, I was so prepared to drag him to the bedroom and have a rushed sexual encounter in the hope I got pregnant, but he had other ideas.

We have eaten a good meal prepared by Jason and unusually this wasn't accompanied by any kind of alcohol. He tells me that being healthier increases our chance of getting pregnant, which makes me realize that he has been doing plenty of research before this point. I appreciate it, especially because all the reading has made me a little stressed, and that's also not good for fertility.

Now, we've made it to our bed where we both shed all our clothes before crawling under the sheets. There's no point in rushing, we still have plenty of time for him to fill me up tonight, maybe twice, before we have to turn in as we have work tomorrow. The foreplay feels different than usual though, but in a way that's quite special.

Foreplay, in this context, is not just about physical arousal--it's about emotional and spiritual connection. It's about baring our souls to each other, laying bare our vulnerabilities, and finding solace in the safety of each other's embrace. As we explore each other's bodies with a newfound sense of reverence and purpose, we're acutely aware of the miracle we're striving to create. Every kiss, every gentle stroke, becomes a silent prayer to the universe, a plea for fertility, and a celebration of the love that binds us together.

Jason kisses the inside of my thigh while in eyeline of my inviting pussy. His first lick is tentative, a big juxtaposition to the roughness of what was meant to be a one-off hook-up, but soon his actions increase feverously. It is like he's French kissing my boy pussy. "Fuck." I curse as he tongues and sucks and probes at my center. I am aware of him fucking into his fist occasionally as he does, to keep him ready for me while relieving some of the pressure building in his groin. My body naturally starts to rock against his mouth, and I silently hope that he still wants to screw me when my belly is swollen with our child.

When his thick fingers thrust into me, my back arches off the mattress as I grip the sheets. "D-Don't stop!" I beg as Jason's mouth and fingers work in unison, and they feel incredible. My high comes quickly and my body tenses in preparation to crash over the edge when he stops abruptly. "Jason..." I whine.

"Tonight we cum together." He says and I understand this is to the increase the chances of me getting pregnant.

Jason inches up my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he does. He even kisses along the scars to my chest before licking up my sternum and to my jaw. I can taste myself on him as we kiss, which is almost as hot as feeling his hot dick drag over my belly, leaving a trail of pre-cum.

Losing patience, I reach between our bodies to grasp his cock, flicking my wrist to get him all riled. Jason moans in my ear as he bucks instinctively, his tip now gliding over the folds of my boy pussy. "Oh Mikey, so wet for me." Jason growls, his voice deepening with arousal as I let his large cock glide against me to become slick. "Are you ready to be bred?"

"Yes." I whisper into the night. "Please breed me Sir. Make me a daddy."

Not being able to wait longer, Jason fills me to the hilt in one smooth motion. I can't help the gasp leave me as my eyes widen. Even with the preparation and our active sex life, his large size still manages to stretch me out every time. I can feel every inch of him buried deep inside me. "Shit, you feel so good Mikey." His Midwestern drawl is thick with need as he closes his eyes, like he's savoring the sensation. "So tight and warm. You really were made for my cock baby boy."

I whimper, still adjusting to his size but needing so much more of him. "Please." My voice is hoarse. "Fuck me. Breed me."

Jason stares down as he starts to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure through my body as my pussy clenches around his impressive hardness. I was already so close to the edge thanks to his tongue and fingers, so it doesn't take long for my orgasm to build again. "That's it. Take all of my cock." Jason grunts as his hand grip my hips tightly.

The pleasure is almost overwhelming, and I can't help but cry out every time he bottoms out. "Yes, yes, yes!" I chant, my voice rising with each word. "I am taking all of you. Give me your seed!"

His primal side takes over then. He shifts and drags his arms underneath my knees to spread my legs wider before he begins to pound into me like nothing else matters. My body shakes with each powerful rock of his hips making it almost impossible to catch my breath. "You want to have my baby and be a daddy? You want me to fill you up with my seed?"

"Yes, Sir. Please." I pant with my entire body trembling. "I want to have your baby. I want to be a daddy. Breed me, make me pregnant. Fill me with your cum."

Jason's jaw clenches, his body tensing as he fights for control. "Tell me when you're about to cum." He instructs as he somehow speeds up his movements while spreading me open as wide as he can. "Because I am ready to fill that pussy right up baby boy." With every downwards thrust he grinds into me, my big clit dragging over the trail of hair that adorns his belly. "And then I'll stay inside you so not a single drop is wasted." He growls, voice raw.

My eyes roll backwards into my skill as Jason's dick hits my sweet stop on each stroke. "I'm gonna cum. Shit. Jason I'm gonna cum!" The intense pressure is coiling low in my core as my nails dig into his shoulders needily.

"Mikey." Jason pants with a bead of sweat rolling down to the tip of his nose. "Are you sure this is what you want?" I can feel how he pulses inside me, about to explode, and I know he is giving me one last chance to back up. Yes, this would be no guarantee that I would get pregnant but there would be a chance, and that's enough.

"It is." I reassure and he nods before he's snapping his hip forward once, twice, and then on the third time I feel his hot seed fill me up.

"Cum for me baby. Cum now!" It's all the instruction I need.

My body convulses as my orgasm slams into me, my pussy clenches around him, milking every last drop of cum from his cock that continues to throb and spurt. He seems to keep cumming, so my first high rolls into a second. I scream his name loudly as I release, not being able to stop my body from shaking beneath him. I can feel our juices leak out of my pussy and around his cock, there's just so much of it then even with him remaining buried deep in my body, some of it escapes.

We make out lazily with him plugged inside me as we try to get our breaths back. My heart is beating so loudly and so fast that I think it may leap from my chest. I pull away slightly so I can look at his blissful expression and wrap my legs tightly around him, trying to do anything to increase my chance of getting pregnant. "I love you." I tell him with a smile.

"I love you too." He grins and slides a hand between our bodies to rest on my belly. He rubs circles there with his thumb for a few seconds before saying, "And I can't wait for you to carry our baby."