Buck and Belly
#2 of Rutting Bucks
Part 2 of my mpreg deer couple series. I think I'm getting better at this?
"So... You've got some buns in the oven?"
John looked up from his drink and peered at the fox sitting across from him.
"Sorry, what?"
"You're, you know, knocked up? Preggers?"
John shot him a disapproving look before replying. When his old buddy Tyler had invited him and Tom to catch up over dinner, he was secretly hoping to skirt around his pregnancy, but from Tyler's expression he could tell it was all he wanted to talk about. Tom having to work late didn't help matters either; now he was alone with the inquisitive fox.
"First of all, I prefer the term 'pregnant'. Second of all... Not so loud! I'm still early enough I can pass this off as a beer gut." He rubbed his swollen belly defensively; at four months it was noticeably distended.
"I don't know why you're so cagey about it, man. That experiment is public knowledge, and it's not the only one. Not to mention that at this point, people should just learn to accept the crazy stuff biotechnology is coming up with these days!" Tyler retorted.
John's expression darkened. "Yeah, and that doesn't change the fact I'm male, I'm pregnant, and I'm in public," he said, "so keep your voice down!"
They both paused to stare at the menu for a bit before Tyler spoke up again.
"So, when you give birth, do they - you know..."
John gave him the closest thing to a death stare his whitetail visage could muster, then sighed before replying. "Yes. They come out... The same way they came in, heh. The doctors thought it would be prudent to use the, ah, orifices available. Apparently they modified me a bit; the birthing hormones will make me a bit... Stretchier... Down there. Regretting asking about this before we ate, yet?"
Tyler chuckled. "I don't envy you, that's for sure. Well, I don't envy that part, anyways." He paused for a moment. "Are you scared? How do you know this is even going to work?", he asked.
"Well, it seems to be working just fine so far. I'd be lying if I wasn't a little scared, but I've got some confidence in my doctors. Besides, they're considering a c-section if the babies get too big. It'd take a lot of guesswork out of-"
Tyler's eyes went wide; "Babies? As in, plural?!" he blurted out.
"Er... Yeah. I did say that, didn't I? Well, I've got twins, apparently." John replied sheepishly.
Tyler slumped into his chair. "You decide to get pregnant as a male and get twins on your first time. Are you blessed or cursed? I'm having trouble telling."
John gave a weak smile. "A little of both, I think." he said.
The waitress came by and took their orders; afterwards, the table was mercifully silent for a while before Tyler spoke up again.
"You ever miss the old days?" he asked.
John froze for a moment. "The old days?", he mused. "You mean the constant partying? The clubs, alcohol, the drugs? The day long hangovers, the empty wallets?"
"Well, when you put it like that...!" Tyler scoffed. "C'mon, it wasn't even that long ago. It was fun at the time!"
"Yeah, at the time. Things are different now; I've got a husband and a home and... Well, this." John said, gesturing to his pudgy belly, "And I'm realizing for the first time in - well - ever, that I'm actually happy for once. I feel better than the club ever made me feel. My life back then was so... Empty. Now I feel like I have direction, purpose. So, to answer your question, no. I really don't miss those days."
"I never should have let that lawyer carry you to his bed!" Tyler faux-lamented.
"Hey, at the time he was just a law student. Is that a hint of jealousy I detect?" John responded.
Tyler adopted a hurt expression. "Jealous, me? Never! You know you and me were never really a thing..." he retorted before thinking for a moment. "Well, except for that one night... And that one other night." he says with a chuckle.
"Speaking of which, what have you been up to lately? Still dating that tiger? What was his name - Max? Matt?" John asked.
"Mark." Tyler replied. "Yeah, we're still together. I dunno, man; he's a beast in bed and he knows how to treat a man right, but he keeps talking about going steady and adopting like it's no big deal. It's all starting to get too - I dunno - real for me."
That comment drew a snort from John. "I think you could use some reality." he mused.
The waitress was back with their food.
~
The sun was setting as John pulled into the driveway, bathing their suburban neighborhood in a sleepy orange glow. He found his husband in the den, surrounded by paperwork. Upon seeing his husband, his face lit up; he set aside his work and rushed over to hug John.
"Missed you, babe." he says with a kiss. "Sorry I had to skip dinner, but something important came up at the office, and... Well, you know how it is."
John smiled sadly. "All too well, hon. You better stop doing that once the kids are born, though - I'd like our kids to have a father. Well, a second father. You know what I mean!"
That comment made Tom frown. "I... Yeah, I'm going to try to make time for you. For us. Though I remind you this wasn't my idea!"
"No, dear, it was your cock's idea. But this is where we are now, and I would rather not have to explain to them why Father wasn't around for their first word."
"I suppose so," Tom says sadly. "Come, sit down; how was dinner? How is Tyler doing?"
John found a part of the couch mostly unoccupied by literature and sat down heavily on it. "He's doing well. In a relationship with a guy who sounds good for him, even if he doesn't know it yet. He still clubs, just not as hard as we used to. We talked about that some, but mostly he wanted to talk about me - about the pregnancy, of course. He was pretty curious... I was expecting him to despise the whole thing. Maybe he's got a constructive side to him after all."
"Well, that's good to hear. How about you? Have you been feeling alright?"
"Yeah. At least it's easier to keep food down these days. I've been horny as hell, though! Been hard practically all day." John says, taking a minute to adjust his pants, which have developed a noticeable bulge.
This put a lecherous smile on his husbands face. He pushed himself out of his seat, playfully sashaying over to John. "Oh, is my big, sexy, pregnant buck needing some release?" he purrs, leaning down to lock lips with him lustily, tongues dancing sensually between them. Tom pulls away, planting kisses down his mate's neck before slipping his muzzle down to come to rest on John's swollen belly. "I still can't believe you're pregnant, babe." he says as his hands deftly undo the button on John's slacks. "You're pretty sexy like this..."
John snorted. "We'll see how sexy I am when I'm fat and demanding, hon. You might not like me so when I - aah..." Tom managed to free his straining deer cock and was currently working his way up its length with a teasing lick of his tongue. "Tom, you don't have to -"
His husband smiled, the same smile that had captured him from across the dance floor all those years ago. "Shhh. Just let your mate take care of you..." he says before engulfing the tapered tip of John's erection in his mouth. After being pent up all day, the wet warmth of his mate's mouth wrapped around his glans felt heavenly. A dextrous tongue lapped and teased his glans, suckling away the now-copious precum he was leaking.
Tom's muzzle descended, those locked lips drawing a soft moan from John; soon, Tom is bobbing his head up and down John's malehood, tongue lavishing attention on the beleaguered buck. Though their positions were usually reversed, Tom was well versed in using his muzzle to please a cock; John liked to think he learned a thing or two from being the receiving end so often. The tell-tale tingle starting to rise in his balls, but before it could reach its inevitable climax, the bottom buck pulls away.
John had to admit - his husband was pretty damn cute right now, kneeling between his legs with a single strand of saliva linking him to the slick cock that was just buried in his muzzle. They might have to considering switching it up more often. Judging by the lusty twinkle in his mate's eye, "switching it up" is exactly what Tom has in mind. Pushing himself up off his knees, he wraps his arms around John and brings him in for another passionate kiss, this time tinged with the taste of himself on Tom's lips. He gasps as the bigger buck sweeps him off his couch, carrying him towards the bedroom.
He was laid out on bed by Tom as gracefully as stag who spends most of his day at a desk could manage; they both started undressing, tossing articles of clothing aside carelessly. They both knew what was coming next.
Or at least, John thought he knew. He positioned himself in the usual way - on his hands and knees, tail raised at his mate. His heart leapt and his tailhole pulsed with need when he felt his mate get on the bed behind him.
"Hey, babe... Would you mind if this time you'd... Top me?" said Tom. He got an incredulous look in response. "I mean, I've been thinking about... Well, you. I've been so busy lately and I feel like... Well, like I've been neglecting you." John transitioned to his side so the two deer could lay face-to-face, noses pressed against each other, hands roaming over each other's bodies. "Besides, before long you'll be too big to do anything but have me ravish you every night anyways!" Tom whispered with a playful wink.
John became even harder at the thought of mounting his mate; the last time it happened was on their anniversary several months ago. Between his husband's busy schedule and his own passion for taking it under the tail, he didn't get many chances. "It seems I have a little doe in heat, here. What you need is a nice big buck to take care of you..." John teased as he moved down his husband's body, nipping and caressing sensitive spots until he was situationed behind him. Rolling Tom on his back and raising his hips, John was treated to the sight of his mate's tight rump, his flag of a deer-tail leading up to the white-furred cleft like a welcome mat.
A mischievous smile crossed his lips. "Of course, before I breed my doe I need to see if he's receptive first..." he says playfully while lowering his muzzle to come to a rest under his mate's heavy ballsack. He took in the musky, masculine smell of his husband's rump before spreading those pert cheeks to reveal his tight, pink tailhole; it was practically virgin from lack of use and quivering in anticipation.
John pressed his lips against that hole in a lewd kiss, caressing the rim with his tongue. Tom, acting his part of the shy virgin, jumped a bit when that tongue made contact; soon the warm wet stimulation to his pucker soon had him moaning and writhing on the bed. With his mate's guard down, John pressed the attack, tongue pushing insistently at the entrance to his rear passage; his success heralded by his husband's gasp as the wet muscle pushed up into his most intimate place. John went to work, pressing his muzzle deep into that furry cleft as he pushed and swirled his tongue inside his mate.
"Aaah... Ah! J-John! I'm going to cum right now if you keep that up. Just... Take me, you sexy stud..." Tom panted. John obliged, pulling away from his rump; thanks to his vigorous ministrations, the pink tailhole glistened in the light, the fur around it matted down by the amount of saliva he had applied to his mate's rear.
"I'd say that's a receptive doe if I ever heard one. You must be in a deep heat, to beg for your buck like that. Luckily for you, I've got just what you need..." John crooned as he positioned himself between Tom's thighs, throwing the bigger buck's legs over his shoulders. Reaching down, he positioned his slender cock-tip against the slick ring of muscle, teasing it around to further lubricate and relax the tense muscle. Deciding it was as lubed as it was going to get, the smaller buck presses in gently, feeling the muscle first resist then slowly give way to his spearing manhood. Tom stiffened and grunted at the intrusion, but forced himself to relax; once the tip was in, his ass parted to accept the rest of his husband's length.
John moved slowly, feeding an inch at a time to his mate's tailhole, reading his mate body and pausing to let him adjust to the penetration. Soon, he was hilted, his balls coming to rest against Tom's. They stayed like that for a bit, John enjoying the tight warmth around his dick while Tom got reacquainted with the sensation of being completely filled. "Fuck, you're a tight doe..." John grunted. "Gonna make me shoot if you keep squeezin' like that, hon."
"Well, you'd better start fuckin', then. I was promised a breeding, O Studly One!"
That was a challenge if he ever heard one. After he was relatively sure he wouldn't cum on the next thrust, he pulled out slowly, letting Tom feel every inch of his cock until only the tip remained inside. Then, with one smooth motion, he pushed it all the way back in, spearing deep into his husband's guts. This drew sort sort of hybrid gasp-moan from the buck, but from the way he bore down afterwards John guessed he enjoyed it.
He started working Tom's ass with long, slow thrusts, lazily withdrawing before sliding back into that intimate cavity; he made sure to angle his thrusts to maximize the stimulation to his mate's prostate. From the rock-hard, leaking deercock rubbing against their chest-fur he suspected he was starting to have an effect in that department.
This pace didn't last for long; John knew what Tom wanted because it's exactly what he would want in the same place. A rutting, fast and deep. That was the pace he worked up to, gradually increasing the frequency and strength of his thrusts, forging a path deeper into the hot vice-grip of his mate's ass. He leaned down over Tom, pregnant belly pressing against flat belly as he started to rut his mate like a true deer in season.
He watched Tom's face as they mated, enjoying the expressions he made - the "oh" face when he hilted was his favorite, especially combined with the masculine-yet-surprisingly-slutty moan that slipped from his lips every team that cock brushed against the swollen gland inside him. Tom's eyes caught his and Tom smiled a sly, lecherous smile and John almost lost his pace entirely as he was captured by the incredible handsomeness of the buck beneath him. Tom wrapped his arms around John's back and pulled him close, antlers clacking as their muzzles made contact in a breath-stealing kiss.
The world shrunk down to just him and this beautiful man beneath him: the pistoning of his cock into that sweet tailhole, feeling the fiery-hot tightness around his shaft; the moans and cries of his mate writhing beneath him' the staccato sound of balls hitting balls, the warmth of his mate's body against his; everything else melted away around him.
Tom broke the kiss first to gasp and moan as his ass was ploughed by John's cock. "Fuck yeah, my sexy, pregnant, rutting stag! Right there! Oh, that's the spot..." he panted as John worked his prostate over and over again.
Finally, on one particularly well, angled thrust, he hit it just right. Suddenly Tom's cries shifted into high gear, and his cock leapt and twitched as he loaded spurt after creamy spurt of virile deer-seed onto his chest-fur. His ass clenched and unclenched around the maleness buried in his rear, and the owner of said maleness joined those cries as he rabbit-fucked his way to his own orgasm, filling that passage with his own thick deer-spunk.
The strong arms gripping John pulled him close as the two panting, sweating deer rode out their orgasms into the warm afterglow. He unceremoniously collapsed on top of Tom; rolling themselves on their side, they spooned as the last remnants of their twinned orgasms slipped from their bodies. They laid there for a minute, catching their breath and enjoying their sensitive bodies before John broke the silence.
"That was...Incredible. And... Tiring. I forgot how much work you have to do when you're on top! You were incredible, by the way. My big, sexy doe for the night..."
"You weren't half bad yourself, my sexy preggers buck. I've never... Cum like that before. Hands-free! That was amazing. Though... I could give you a few pointers on technique..."
John snorted. "You'll have to point them out when you're fucking me silly tomorrow morning. And... Babe?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks. I know that wasn't easy, but it meant a lot to feel like proper man again. Even for a night. Love you, dear."
"Love you too, dear..."
Too exhausted to move, they fell asleep like that; John's pregnant belly pressed up against the small of Tom's back. As he slipped off into what was looking to be one of the deepest slumbers of his life, he thought about how much that belly would swell with child. Their child.
It was going to be a long five months.