Dad, Babies & Drama - Part 4 (Patreon)

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One of the twin boys started fussing, and the second joined him seconds later. Colton sighed through his nose and reached for them with weak arms. He slowly brought the first boy toward his chest and guided him toward his swollen nipple. The baby latched immediately, and Colton gasped at the pulling sensation. The second baby protested until Colton brought him up to settle him against the other tit, where a bead of milk had gathered at the nipple. Soon, both boys were nursing while Colton sank heavily into the pillows.

Calvin stared in stunned shock. “You’re actually feeding them,” he finally whispered, struggling to say the words aloud. His eyes moved over the hair covering his father’s pecs, the roundness beneath it, and the babies’ mouths moving and sucking on nipples that were obviously built for something none of them had imagined possible.

“Yeah. Seems like it,” Colton replied, blushing with embarrassment. “My pecs—I don’t even know if I should call them like that anymore; they are capable of doing things I didn’t know about.” He tried to grin, but exhaustion turned it into a weak motion.

Calvin chuckled subtly, but Carter didn’t laugh. The older guy was still looking around the room, taking in the blood, wet towels, placenta, and the condition of his father’s lower body as though each detail made the situation harder to deny.

Calvin’s attention eventually dropped toward the pillow Colton had pulled over his groin. Colton saw the question forming before his son spoke and wished he could disappear into the mattress. The fact that his cock was still hard beneath the pillow didn’t help at all, especially because that reaction had been caused by memories of Derek.

“Where did they come out?” Calvin asked.

Carter turned toward him with a disgusted expression. “What the fuck, Calvin?”

“What am I supposed to ask?” Calvin looked back at his brother with evident frustration. “Dad’s water broke on the stairs, Mom locked us out, and now there are two babies in here. We already know what happened. I’m trying to understand how.”

Colton closed his eyes, replaying the whole series of events in his mind while his body reminded him how intense it had been. The soreness was everywhere: around his stretched hole, deep through his pelvis, down his thighs, and across the lower back that had strained with the weight of the twins for months without him even knowing what it was. He could still feel the pressure of those little bodies forcing their way down, the involuntary urge to push, and the burning pain that had made him feel like something inside him was tearing apart.

“Dad, where did they come out?” Calvin insisted.

“I pushed them out of my—backside,” Colton finally said, opening his eyes. “I don’t know how it was possible, Calvin. I found out I could do it about 5 minutes before I did it.”

Carter lowered himself into the nearby chair. “Men can’t give birth.”

“I know, son. I’m well aware of that. But I noticed a few problems with the usual rules today,” Colton replied, but his attempt at humor barely softened anything.

Calvin started walking near the foot of the bed, occasionally looking at the babies as if they might explain something if he stared hard enough. He silently listed the things they hadn’t understood over the past months: Colton’s enormous belly, his widening hips, his weight gain, the cravings, his growing chest, the back pain, and the constant exhaustion. Colton listened, nodding at the realization that those changes hadn’t been random. His body had spent 9 months doing what a pregnant body was supposed to do—grow.

Carter narrowed his eyes, watching the babies suckling on his dad’s tits for a moment. “If it was like a normal pregnancy, then somebody caused it,” he said, staring straight into Colton’s eyes. “There has to be somebody else involved, right, Dad?”

Colton swallowed hard, unable to hide the reaction.

Calvin stopped moving and watched his father closely. “Dad, is he right?”

The babies continued sucking, and one of them had curled his fingers into a patch of hair near Colton’s nipple and stubbornly refused to release it. Colton looked down at him because looking at his older sons felt impossible. He had hidden his afternoon with Derek for 9 months because he thought keeping quiet meant the mistake would remain secret. But the consequences were literally drinking milk from his tits.

“Don’t ignore the question,” Carter said firmly.

“I slept with someone 9 months ago,” he admitted without looking up.

Carter stared at him. “I guess you mean someone who wasn’t Mom?”

Colton nodded. “Yes.” He paused and adjusted the babies against his tits, trying not to wince when the movement felt sharp between his legs. “It was a man.”

“WHAT?” Calvin and Carter shouted simultaneously.

“It only happened once. I wasn’t seeing anybody. It wasn’t some secret relationship,” Colton tried to explain calmly, but his sons were already freaking out.

Carter stood suddenly. “You cheated on Mom with a man?”

“And whoever you slept with got you pregnant,” Calvin added, frozen with shock.

“It seems like it, considering the timing,” Colton added, barely audible. “I don’t know how any of this works. But I think that’s what happened after—you know.”

Carter started moving across the room, more aggressively than Calvin had. “You can’t be serious! Dad, why?” He turned toward the door, then back toward the bed as his anger searched for somewhere to go.

Calvin stayed closer to Colton, shaken but more controlled. “Who was it?” he asked.

Carter stopped walking. “Dad,” he insisted, and Colton felt his pulse going wild.

Both guys kept asking for a few seconds, so insistently that their questions overlapped. Colton tried to find the words to respond because he wanted to be honest with his sons. But no believable explanation could hide the truth for long.

Colton swallowed, looking at the dark hair covering the twins’ small heads. “It was Derek,” he finally said, immediately regretting giving the name aloud.

For a moment, Calvin and Carter didn’t seem to recognize the name in that context. Then, Calvin’s face changed in total horror. “Derek, our friend? Derek, across the street?”

Colton nodded, aware that he had unleashed unmeasurable chaos.

Carter’s shoulders stiffened, his jaw clenched, and the confusion faded into fury. “My Derek?” he asked, and the possessive wording sounded strange until Colton understood what he meant: Derek had been Carter’s friend for years, a young man who had eaten in their kitchen, watched games in their living room, gone out with Carter, joked with Calvin, and walked through their house as though he belonged there.

“It happened once,” Colton repeated. “He didn’t know about any of this.”

“He knew he fucked my dad!” Carter shouted, already moving toward the bedroom door.

Colton saw where the anger was taking his son, and he tried to move to stop him. “Carter, don’t,” he said, but fell back against the pillow as his exhausted body refused to move. “Stop! Son! Stop.”

Carter kept moving even as Colton groaned in pain. The dad placed the babies on the mattress, threw the pillow away from his lap, and tried to swing his legs toward the floor. His bare cock and swollen balls were suddenly exposed, but the embarrassment was irrelevant as Carter disappeared into the hallway. Colton tried to push himself upright, but the pain in his hips was so sharp that his whole lower body remained unresponsive.

Calvin moved forward and pressed a hand against Colton’s chest to stop him. “Dad, you can’t walk. Please stop.” The young man tried to ignore the exposed groin, but as Colton kept trying to move, his cock and balls moved too dramatically for him to ignore.

“I can walk,” Colton responded firmly, trying to straighten again. The movement sent another brutal pain through his stretched hole, making him clench his teeth and grab Calvin’s shoulder so hard that the son winced.

“No, you can’t!” Calvin shouted, almost pushing Colton back against the pillows.

Beside them, the newborns began crying, and the sound triggered a reaction that Colton already hated. Pressure gathered within his tits, and his nipples throbbed as milk started leaking uncontrollably, running through the thick hair and traveling down toward his belly.

Colton looked down in disbelief. “Oh, damn it!”

Calvin briefly looked at the milk before stepping backward. “Dad, stay in bed before you split something open. Okay?”

Colton wanted to argue, but his body had already won. Calvin helped him get in a mostly comfortable position again, and Colton hissed when his ass pressed the wrong way against the mattress. He shifted onto one hip and reached for the crying babies while Calvin placed the pillow back across his father’s groin. By the time both twins were against Colton’s tits again, fast footsteps were approaching from the hallway.

Lisa appeared in the doorway. “What happened?”

“Carter went outside,” Calvin answered.

Lisa frowned. “Why?” She looked at Colton.

The silence between husband and wife lasted far too long, but Colton didn’t have the strength to hide anything anymore. “Lisa,” he began, trying to find a careful way to unveil the truth. “The babies’ father is Derek.”

Lisa stared at him, clearly confused. “Derek?”

“Yeah. Our friend Derek,” Calvin added.

Lisa froze, and even from outside, Colton could tell her mind was struggling to process the news. She didn’t explode or shout. Instead, she only looked at the babies nursing against her husband’s tits as if something that had been in her mind had finally snapped into place. However, she barely had time to process everything before they heard a distant shout from outside the house.

Calvin crossed the room and looked through the window. “Carter’s already over there.”

Colton pushed himself upward again out of instinct, but the deep pain through his pelvis stopped him. “Calvin, don’t let him hurt Derek.”

Lisa turned back toward him, and anger finally showed in her face. “You serious?”

Colton knew how the words sounded. “I’m not defending what happened. I’m saying Derek isn’t the only one to blame. It was my fault. Whatever you think of me after tonight, Carter doesn’t get to beat him because of something I agreed to.”

Before Lisa could respond, they heard another shout from outside, and she left the room, with Calvin following her close behind.

Colton tried to move again to stop her, but he finally accepted it was useless. He hated being trapped in bed. He had spent most of his adult life being the man everyone relied on when things went wrong—construction crews listened when he raised his voice, and Carter and Calvin had grown up believing their father could fix anything with a wrench, a phone call, or enough stubbornness. Now his family was tearing apart because of him, and he couldn’t even get on his feet.

One baby released his nipple and started making small complaining noises before looking for it again. Colton sighed and guided him back. “Not talking about you, buddy. You two are apparently the only people in this house who still need me no matter what.”

The argument downstairs grew louder for a moment. Colton tensed, listening to footsteps coming upstairs. Several voices overlapped in the hallway.

Within seconds, Derek entered the bedroom with less dignity than the last time Colton had seen him. Carter had a fist twisted into the front of Derek’s shirt and pushed him through the doorway so hard that the muscular 20-year-old guy stumbled across the threshold. Derek tried to regain his balance, but he hit the hardwood shoulder-first with a heavy thud. He slid several feet before stopping near the foot of the bed. His lower lip was split, one cheek was already reddening, and marks along his jaw and neck made it obvious Carter had been grabbing him long before they reached the stairs.

Carter came in breathing heavily, with blood smeared across his knuckles. Calvin immediately seized his arm while Lisa followed them, looking furious with everyone involved.

“Look at him,” Carter shouted, pointing toward the bed. “Look what you did to my dad.”

Derek pushed himself onto one elbow and finally looked up. Anger and confusion disappeared from his face as he took in the scene. His eyes moved from Colton’s face to the twins, then across the ruined bed, and he turned pale so quickly that for a moment he looked more shocked than anybody had all night.

“Sir?” Derek said slowly, ignoring Carter and staring at Colton. “What happened?”

Carter pulled against Calvin’s hold. “You happened to him.”

“Dude, I don’t even know what that means.” Derek looked back at Carter, then returned his attention to the bed. “I don’t understand.”

Derek started looking at the details instead of the chaos. He stared at Colton’s still-rounded belly, then at the milk running through his chest hair, and at the two newborn boys. One twin shifted while nursing, exposing more of his tiny face and the thick dark hair plastered across his head.

“Derek.” Colton felt something tighten painfully behind his ribs. “The babies are yours.”

“No way.” The young man looked at the second baby, then slowly back at Colton. His mouth opened, but nothing came out at first. “Both of them?” He finally asked and got on his knees without taking his eyes off the babies.

“Yeah. Twins,” Colton replied. “I carried them. I gave birth to them tonight. And unless there’s something even stranger going on than what we already know, you’re their father.”

“You—what?” Derek was confused, but he couldn’t stop looking at the twins. For a moment, he looked innocent, stripped of his cocky confidence. “I have sons?”

Carter groaned and tried to move forward, but Calving tightened his grip again. “Don’t stand there acting proud after what you did.”

Derek looked at his friend. “Dude, I didn’t know this could happen.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Carter replied. “You still fucked my dad!”

“I mean, yeah, I did, but—” Derek tried to find words that wouldn’t make things worse.

“You’ve been coming into this house for 9 months as if nothing had happened,” Carter said, slower and sounding more hurt than angry.

“Because I thought nothing had happened,” Derek said, staring between Carter and Colton. “I promise I didn’t know your dad could get pregnant.”

Carter tried to wrench free, but Lisa stepped between them before the argument could turn physical again. “That is enough. Nobody is hitting anybody else in this room.”

Derek looked back toward Colton, visibly concerned. “Are you okay, sir?”

“No, not particularly,” Colton answered. “The babies are pretty big, and my body wasn’t ready to push them out of my—you know.”

Derek smiled faintly, but the expression vanished when Carter noticed it.

Colton saw another fight forming and spoke before it could start. “Carter, stop! You can hate what I did all you want, but you’re not beating him again.”

Carter stared at his father in disbelief. “You’re seriously defending him?”

“I’m taking responsibility for my decisions.” Colton’s voice was firm. “That’s different.”

For the first time since entering the room, Carter didn’t have an immediate response. His anger remained obvious, but something in Colton’s tone reminded both sons that the man lying wrecked in bed was still their father. Carter moved away from Derek, though Calvin stayed close to grab him again if necessary.

Derek slowly got on his feet and looked at the babies. “Can I see them?”

Carter’s head snapped toward him. “No.”

Derek didn’t bother arguing. He looked at Colton instead, and the older man studied him. The young man who had once stood naked in front of him, grinning nervously while Colton admired his enormous cock, now seemed afraid to move any closer without permission. Despite all the chaos, Colton knew the babies were still Derek’s children, so he had rights.

“Come here,” Colton said.

Carter stiffened. “Dad!”

“They’re his sons,” Colton replied firmly.

The words clearly hurt Carter, but Colton didn’t take them back. Derek approached carefully and stopped beside the mattress. The first baby had finished nursing and rested sleepily against Colton’s tits, and his mouth was still damp with milk. Derek raised one hand but paused before touching him.

Colton nodded, and Derek brushed one finger against the baby’s cheek. The newborn turned toward the touch and blindly opened his hand. His fingers closed around Derek’s fingertip with surprising strength. Derek froze, and his expression changed. The nervous grin disappeared, along with the shock and the defensive tension Carter had brought out in him.

Derek bent closer, studying both babies. “They have my hair.”

“And your nose,” Colton said, and Derek grinned. “I had plenty of time to stare at them while trying to work out how two babies came out of me.”

Derek laughed softly, and this time Carter didn’t explode, though his expression remained hard. Lisa watched Derek for another moment, and then made a decision. She turned toward Carter and Calvin. “Both of you, downstairs. Carter, you need to get away from him before this gets worse.”

“I’m not leaving Dad alone with him,” Carter snapped immediately.

Lisa sighed. “He’s 38 years old, Carter. Whatever he chooses, we can’t stop him,” she said, clearly hurt by what was happening, which made Colton feel terrible.

Carter’s jaw tightened. He looked from Colton to Derek and hated every possible option. Calvin placed a hand on his shoulder, and, after a few seconds, guided his brother toward the door. Their eyes stayed on Derek until both disappeared into the hallway.

Lisa stayed behind, looking at Derek beside the bed, at his hand still close to the baby, then at Colton. “I need to deal with our sons before Carter does something worse. That does not mean this conversation is finished.”

“I know,” Colton said, and she left.

The room remained silent for what felt like an eternity.

Derek stood beside the bed, rubbing his bruised jaw. “Your son hits hard,” he finally said.

“He gets that from me.” Colton chuckled, then winced when his abdomen tightened.

Derek’s expression changed. “Sir, you probably need a doctor.” His eyes moved over Colton’s body. “Does everything hurt?”

“Pretty much. My back hurts, my hips hurt, my chest hurts, and my ass feels like it lost a fight with a truck,” Colton explained, trying to cover the pain with humor.

The second twin finished feeding and relaxed against Colton’s tits. Colton adjusted both babies, then rested his head back against the pillows and closed his eyes for a few seconds. 

“You look so different, sir,” Derek whispered, still staring.

Colton looked down at himself and sighed. “I know. I look like I’m 6 months pregnant, my chest is leaking milk, and I can’t close my legs properly.”

“I think you still look great,” Derek said, smirking shyly.

Colton stared at him. “You got hit in the head harder than I thought.” He shook his head, but the compliment stirred something in his chest even though he wouldn’t admit it.

Nine months earlier, Derek had looked at him with open admiration. Now Derek was seeing the result for the first time and still looking at him with the same hunger.

Derek hesitated before lifting his hand toward Colton’s abdomen. “Can I?”

Colton followed the movement. “My belly?” He hesitated. “Fine.”

Derek placed his hand against the soft belly, and the contact made Colton’s abdominal muscles tighten reflexively. “I can’t believe they were both in here. That’s so cool!”

Colton looked at him more carefully. “Cool?”

Derek kept his eyes on the belly. “Not because I think what happened with your family is funny. I mean, I wish I’d known you were carrying my babies. You went through 9 months of this thinking you were getting fat while I was across the street having no idea.”

One of the twins began moving against Colton’s tits, and his mouth opened as though he had forgotten he had just eaten. Derek looked up and watched Colton adjust the baby boy, who found the nipple and began lazily nursing.

“That’s also cool!” Derek grinned. “I’ve never seen a man breastfeeding before.”

“I hadn’t either until tonight,” Colton replied, smiling as well.

Derek’s attention settled on Colton’s chest, fascinated by the combination of thick hair and the baby attached to one nipple. “So what am I supposed to call you? Daddy? Mommy?”

“I am their dad,” Colton replied. “I still have a cock and balls under this pillow.”

“But I am their actual dad,” Derek corrected. “You gave birth to them, and they’re drinking milk from your chest. I don’t think that matches the definition of a dad.”

Colton groaned but couldn’t help but laugh. “I am aware of the contradictions,” he whispered, looking at the babies. “I guess I can be Daddy if you’re their dad.”

Derek nodded, still smiling, and his hand remained on the belly. The young man moved slightly closer, and Colton allowed it as memories flooded his mind. Colton remembered Dereke leaning toward him on the couch, admitting how long he had wanted him, and pressing an enormous cock against his bare ass cheeks. He remembered Derek’s powerful thrusts and how he had filled him up with a ridiculous amount of cum.

Derek noticed the change in Colton’s breathing. “You okay?”

“Probably not.” Colton looked at Derek’s mouth as the young man leaned closer.

Colton knew he should’ve stopped. Lisa and his sons were downstairs dealing with the hurt after his betrayal. His body was wrecked from giving birth, and the two consequences of his first encounter with Derek were asleep against his chest. Instead, he caught the front of Derek’s shirt when it got within reach and pulled him into a passionate kiss that lasted a few seconds but felt like an eternity.

When Derek pulled away, both men smiled, breathing heavily.

“Sorry. That was stupid,” Colton said, blushing and looking down at the twins—using them as an excuse not to meet Derek’s eyes. “My family is downstairs falling apart, so I can’t let my thoughts take over like this again. You probably should leave.”

Derek’s smile faded. “I’m not leaving you alone with all this.”

Colton looked back at him.

“I don’t know how you got pregnant,” Derek continued. “I mean, I do know how it happened,” he grinned. “I don’t know what Carter is going to do with the fact that I slept with his dad. But I know those two are my sons, so I’m not disappearing.”

“You can’t be serious,” Colton said. “You’re 20. So far, your biggest responsibility is probably remembering what time the gym closed.”

Derek looked at the babies. “But now I have kids.”

Colton studied him and decided not to argue. “Okay. I guess we’ll both deal with it.”

Derek’s grin widened, and he slowly rubbed his thumbs over Colton’s belly, looking at it, then at the sleeping babies. “Yeah. And maybe someday, after everybody stops trying to kill me and you forget how much giving birth sucked, we could find out if it can happen again.”

Colton stared at him in disbelief. “You are out of your mind.”

“That isn’t a no.” Derek chuckled, but his hand remained on Colton’s softened middle.

Colton should’ve refused, but he looked down at the twins and remembered how big his belly had been before they came out. He remembered the stretched skin, the movements underneath it, and the strange sense of fullness that had become normal before he even understood what it meant. For a second, he imagined that belly growing round again under Derek’s hands. The image didn’t stop with the size he had reached the first time. In his mind, it got even larger, heavier, and packed with more babies than before.

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