Dad, Babies & Drama - Part 3 (Patreon)

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While watching his baby boys, Colton’s thoughts went back to a Saturday, 9 months ago, when he was alone in the house. Lisa had gone out for the day, Carter was busy with some classmates, and Calvin had some gym thing or school thing Colton couldn’t remember. It was one of those days when he wasn’t only alone physically but also emotionally lonely.

His marriage had been struggling a bit—some distance that felt too sharp, little things that snapped into bigger discussions, less touching, and excuses every night when any type of intimacy was mentioned. Colton knew it wasn’t a terrible situation, just a consequence of years of routine and lack of creativity in bed, which made him feel older than he wanted to admit.

Derek had come over to mow the lawn. He was 20 years old, well built, just like Colton’s boys, but slightly more muscular. Derek lived across the street and had been Carter’s close friend since childhood, but he got along with both boys. He was familiar enough around the house that Colton barely thought twice about him being there. Derek was young, strong, and easygoing, a kid who had grown into his body faster than he had grown into his confidence.

Colton had watched the young man through the window, noticing the damp shirt, the shoulders working as he pushed the mower, and thinking that the boy had filled out nicely.

When the work was done, Colton had invited him in for a drink. Derek had accepted with a grin that seemed shy and pleased at the same time, wiping sweat from his forehead as he walked into the house. They ended up on the couch with cold drinks, talking about the yard first, then Carter, then work, and Derek’s plans. Colton had always been easy to talk to when he was relaxed, cocky enough to tease, but warm enough to make people stay.

At some point, the conversation shifted. Derek started talking about how much he admired Colton—not as a casual compliment. He said Colton had always seemed larger than life to him, a man who could walk into a room and make everyone look. He admired how strong and confident Colton was, how well he had raised Carter and Calvin, and how all the boys’ friends admired him so much.

Colton had laughed it off at first, because that was what he did when praise felt too sincere. “Careful,” he had teased. “Keep talking like that, and you’ll make my head too big to fit through the door.”

Derek had smiled, but his eyes stayed serious. “I mean it,” he said, slowly moving one of his hands to rest on Colton’s chest.

That should have been the first warning.

The touch was light at first, almost playful, as if proving the point about his build. Colton had looked down at the hand and then back at Derek, surprised and maybe a little flattered. Derek did not pull away; he spread his fingers over Colton’s chest through the fabric, tracing the solid muscle beneath it.

“You still look incredible,” Derek said softly.

Colton remembered how those words had landed in him. Plenty of people had called him good-looking; he knew the effect he had on everybody. But that day, in that empty house, after months of feeling untouched, Derek’s admiration felt dangerous. Colton should have moved his hand away; he knew it back then, but he did not.

Derek moved closer. “Can you keep a secret?” he asked.

Colton’s smile faded a little, but he still did not move away. “Depends on the secret.”

Derek blushed deeply. The confidence drained out of him for a second, leaving only nerves and shyness. “I’ve had a crush on you for a long time,” he admitted.

Colton stared at him, so surprised that he forgot how to make a joke.

Derek looked like he might panic. “I know that’s weird. I know you’re Carter’s dad, and I know I shouldn’t say it. I just—” He swallowed. “I think about you a lot.”

Colton had known the smart thing to do was laugh gently, stand up, and ask Derek to head home. It would’ve been better to pretend it had never happened. But Derek’s hand was still on his chest, and Colton’s body had already started answering before his judgment could catch up. He felt wanted, beyond what a husband expected to be, not as a father or the reliable man everyone leaned on. The feeling was different.

Derek leaned in, and even though Colton knew what the young man wanted, he let him. Derek’s lips met Colton’s mouth hesitantly for only a second, quickly moving into obvious hunger and passion. A reckless and flustered Colton—feeling lonelier than he wanted to admit—kissed the young man back with the same intensity.

Derek’s hands moved more boldly over him, first across his shirt, then underneath it, touching his bare skin and chest hair just as he had imagined a hundred times. Things escalated fast after that, but not in a mindless blur—Colton remembered every choice. The young man shifted in his seat as they kissed, and Colton noticed the obvious bulge in his jeans. What caught his attention was how big Derek looked even through the fabric.

Colton pulled back only enough to look down, then let out a disbelieving chuckle. “Damn, boy,” he said. “What are you hiding there?”

Derek flushed even harder. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said with an embarrassed laugh. “I can’t help it. It’s your fault, to be honest.”

That only made Colton more curious. He reached forward, unbuttoned Derek’s jeans, and slowly pulled the zipper down, revealing the thick bulge straining against the fabric underneath. “Okay,” he said, lifting his eyebrows. “That is not normal. How big are you?”

Derek gave him a nervous smile, breathing slightly harder. “If you want,” he said, “I can show you the whole thing.”

Colton looked straight into Derek’s eyes for a second, then nodded.

Derek stood, pushed his jeans and underwear down, and Colton stared. The young man’s cock was massive, thick enough that Colton wondered how that was even possible, and long enough to make his stomach drop a little in disbelief. Beneath it, Derek’s balls were heavy and full, adding even more to the intimidating sight. He was still clearly nervous beneath all the excitement, shifting his weight a little under Colton’s stare.

“Well?” Derek asked with a nervous laugh, standing right before Colton. “This is the part where you either tell me I’m insane or...”

“Or?” Colton asked.

“Or you touch,” Derek added quickly.

Colton laughed softly, still staring. “You’re full of surprises, kid.”

“So that’s not a no?” Derek asked.

Colton reached up instead of answering. The moment his hand wrapped around the thick shaft, it reacted with heavy throbs, growing longer and thicker until it reached about 13 inches long and as thick as a forearm. Colton immediately realized one hand was nowhere near enough to handle the massive cock. He blinked, let out a short laugh of disbelief, then brought his other hand up, testing the weight and thickness with stunned curiosity.

“Damn it,” Colton whispered.

Derek’s breathing turned shaky. “Your touch feels so good,” he said. “The few people who have seen my cock always get scared, but you—” he said, but couldn’t complete the sentence as Colton’s gentle strokes made him shiver.

Colton worked slowly, not trying to rush anything, only exploring at first and watching Derek’s reactions. He enjoyed how quickly the confident confession had turned Derek into a nervous, panting mess. He stroked the thick cock carefully, making Derek moan and shift closer—but not that intensely yet, not to push things too far too fast.

“Easy,” Colton teased. “Don’t lose it already.”

Derek laughed breathlessly, then groaned when Colton’s grip tightened again. “You have no idea how long I’ve imagined this.”

Colton looked up at him. “Really?”

Derek swallowed. “Yeah. I’ve dreamed about having you touch me, being this close to you.” He hesitated, flushed from neck to ears. “More than that, honestly.” He took a breath and forced the words out. “I’ve fantasized about fucking you, sir.”

The room went quiet as Colton held his stare. He should’ve stopped everything right there, but he smirked and stroked Derek’s cock instead. “That’s a hell of a confession.”

“I know,” Derek said. “I know how crazy that sounds. But I can’t help it.”

Colton hesitated for only a second, then made a reckless decision. “Well, it’s been years,” he admitted. “And nobody I’ve ever been with was remotely this big.” His eyes moved downward briefly before returning to Derek’s face. “But if you want me that badly—” he grinned playfully. “Maybe I’m willing to be stupid.”

Derek stared at him. “Are you serious?”

Colton looked straight into Derek’s eyes. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

Derek’s face lit up, but then his excitement faltered only enough for reality to creep back in. “Wait,” he said, realizing something important a little too late. “I don’t have condoms.”

It was Colton’s final chance to stop, but he only shrugged. “It’s fine,” he said.

Colton pushed his pants and underwear off, exposing himself fully while Derek watched in stunned silence, still trying to process the fact that this was actually happening. Colton leaned back deeper into the couch cushions and spread his thighs wide, leaving himself open and vulnerable, so inviting that Derek’s cock visibly throbbed at the sight.

For a moment, Derek stood there staring.

Colton noticed the hesitation. “What?” he asked, grinning. “Having second thoughts?”

That snapped Derek out of his trance. He stepped forward without another word, positioning himself between Colton’s thighs and pressing the thick head of his cock against Colton’s hole. Then he shifted, lifting Colton’s legs over his shoulders until he found an angle that gave him full access.

Colton gasped the second he felt the hot pressure of Derek’s cock against him, and a full-body shiver ran through him. But instead of pulling away, he instinctively pushed his hips forward, silently asking for more.

Derek tried to be careful at first. He knew there was an obvious size difference, and Colton had admitted it had been years since the last time he had been with a man, but care only lasted so long. He slowly pushed his hips forward, and they immediately felt the resistance. Colton’s hole was painfully tight, and Derek’s cock was too big to slide in easily. The pressure built slowly as Derek kept pushing and groaning through it.

Colton’s body fought the intrusion at first, and his muscles tensed hard around the thick head pressing against him, but Derek kept pressing until Colton’s hole started giving way. Very slowly, the head began to push inside.

Colton cried out immediately as the stretch was far more intense than he had expected. It felt like his body was being forced wider than it could handle. It was a combination of burning strain, sharp pressure, and overwhelming pleasure hitting him at once. His back arched off the couch on instinct, and his fingers dug hard into the cushions as he tried to adjust to the size of what was entering him—and it was only the head.

“Oh, fuck, kid,” Colton gasped, laughing breathlessly. “Damn. You’re big.”

Derek stopped, with most of his cock still outside. “You okay?”

Colton was flushed, overwhelmed, and panting, but he nodded anyway. “Don’t stop.”

Once the worst of the initial burning started fading into something more manageable, Derek pushed forward again, taking his time to work more of his cock into Colton. Every bit of progress made Colton groan louder. The pressure inside him kept building, making him squirm, arch his back, and grip the couch harder as his body slowly adjusted. He could barely breathe through parts of it, but he refused to ask Derek to stop.

Derek stayed patient, focused, and determined, and eventually, after a long moment, his entire cock was buried in Colton. His heavy balls pressed firmly against Colton’s ass, making it painfully clear that there was nowhere deeper to go.

For a second, neither of them moved. They stayed there, breathing hard and trying to process the sensations. Then, everything changed.

Once Derek realized Colton could take him, his motions shifted gear into something rougher, hotter, and far more intense than they expected. Derek started moving slowly at first, pulling back and pushing in with passionate thrusts that made Colton cry out every single time. Even at that pace, the sensations were overwhelming. Derek’s size alone was enough to leave Colton breathless, and every movement stretched him beyond belief.

Derek kept going, picking up his pace gradually. His thrusts came harder, faster, and more confidently. Soon, the whole couch was starting to shake beneath them. Colton’s moans got louder, echoing through the house so openly that some of the wall decorations rattled softly with the force of it. He could barely keep up, completely caught in the intensity of what Derek was doing to him.

And Derek looked almost possessed. There was no hesitation left in him, only pure focus. He had clearly wanted this moment for a long time, and now that it was finally happening, he was throwing everything into it, pounding into Colton hard and fast as if determined to make every second count.

Colton’s thoughts started blurring together under the constant intensity. His body reacted on instinct more than conscious thought at that point, and moans slipped out without him even registering them. His cock throbbed uselessly against his lower abdomen, leaking precum through the coarse hair there as Derek kept pounding into him.

It didn’t take long after that for Colton to reach a breaking point. One particularly brutal thrust hit the right spot, and Colton came hard across his abdomen. The pleasure hit him so intensely that instead of satisfying him, it only made him desperate for more.

And Derek didn’t slow down; if anything, he got rougher. The couch trembled violently under the force of each thrust. The whole moment had become wildly intense, almost too much to process, and when Derek started leaking deep inside Colton, both men knew he was getting close. So when Derek finally came, the intensity left Colton stunned.

The flooding deep inside him was overwhelming, making him shake as his brain struggled to catch up with what he was feeling. His lower abdomen felt tight with the amount of cum flowing into his guts. After everything else, that final sensation somehow still managed to push things into entirely new territory.

Afterward, Derek stayed where he was for a while, sweaty, panting, and with his cock still buried inside Colton as they lay there in silence. The young man was visibly excited, as if he had fulfilled a dream he never thought could come true. He couldn’t stop staring at Colton’s body beneath him—it was incredibly hot.

Neither said anything, but both men understood that something huge had just happened between them, even if they didn’t know how to put it into words.

Eventually, reality came back into focus with almost absurd normalcy. Derek got dressed, and Colton cleaned himself up. They awkwardly avoided eye contact for a second as if acknowledging what had just happened out loud would somehow make it even more real.

“So, this stays between us,” Colton said, trying to sound casual even though his voice came out rougher than intended.

Derek nodded while pulling on the last of his clothes. “Yeah. Of course.” He hesitated for a second, then looked back at Colton. “I’m not gonna say anything.”

Colton nodded, still looking a little dazed, and his legs were numb. “Good.”

Then, just before leaving through the back door, Derek paused, looked back at him, walked over without saying anything, and quickly kissed Colton’s cheek. “See you around,” he said shyly, and then slipped out through the back door as if none of it had ever happened.

Colton opened his eyes in the present and stared at the babies beside him. The answer was lying inches from his face. One of the boys shifted in his sleep, briefly furrowing his brow again. Something in the shape of the mouth, the dark hair, and the tiny expressions made it clear that Derek was the father of these babies.

“Oh, hell,” Colton whispered.

The memory of Derek fucking him hit with brutal clarity—the heat, the impact, and the overwhelming sense of being filled with cum. Colton’s body reacted before his brain could stop it. His cock hardened fast, seemingly looking for attention even after everything his body had just been through. Derek still had that effect on him.

Colton’s eyes widened. “No, no, no,” he whispered, mortified, reaching weakly for the nearest pillow to cover his bare groin.

Then he heard two sets of fast footsteps approaching the bedroom.

Colton’s heart lurched. “Wait,” he called, but his voice was hoarse and too quiet.

The bedroom door burst open, and Carter and Calvin stormed in together, both still shirtless like they had been downstairs and visibly tense with fear and impatience. They stopped at the same time and froze immediately.

Their father lay wrecked on the bed, naked and pale with exhaustion. His body was still swollen and marked by the impossible ordeal he had just survived. The sheets were ruined, and the towels were scattered around him. The placenta and birth mess were still there, impossible to misunderstand and impossible to look away from. Beside him, wrapped in two of his old T-shirts, were two tiny newborn babies sleeping peacefully.

Colton stared back at his sons in horror. His hands shook, his chest still glistened faintly with milk, and the babies shifted beside him, making a soft little sound in their sleep.

Carter’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. He looked like someone had been hit in the head with a brick. His mouth hung slightly open, and his usual cocky confidence was gone. Calvin’s shock looked different, more active. His breathing had picked up, and his eyes moved fast, taking everything in, trying desperately to make sense of it.

Calvin turned pale as he looked from the babies to Colton, then to the ruined bed, then back to the babies. “Dad?” he whispered.

Colton clutched the pillow tighter to cover his hard cock, still breathless and trapped between the memory of Derek and the reality lying beside him. “I can explain,” he said weakly, but the truth was, he could not explain anything at all.

Calvin approached, slowly and cautiously. “Where did those babies come from?” he asked, but halfway through the question, his expression changed because he already knew—the answer was all around them. He swallowed hard and corrected himself. “How?”

Carter moved as well, looking like his brain had shut down. He kept looking around, like maybe if he looked enough times, the image would rearrange itself into something normal. “No,” he whispered. “No, this doesn’t make any sense.”

The babies made soft little noises in their sleep, and that made the whole thing even worse, because it made the situation feel terrifyingly real. These were not abstract, impossible babies. They were actual newborns, tiny, breathing, and real.

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