Billy's Choice - Part 6

Billy scrambled to compose himself after their passionate moment was abruptly interrupted. He smoothed his shirt down over his swollen middle, with his cheeks flushed and still feeling the warmth of Callum’s hands on his body. He glanced toward the door with dread, regretting his decision to invite Antonio over tonight.

“We need to look normal,” Billy said, looking at a confused Callum.

“What? Are you waiting for someone?” Callum asked, and Billy nodded. “Hmm… don’t tell me that knock is who I think it is. Antonio?” he added, and Billy nodded again. “Damn it!” Callum chuckled low, quickly fixing his clothes to look presentable.

Billy’s gaze dropped, and he saw Callum’s bulge—his 11.5-inch-long cock—straining against the front of his pants. “He can’t see you like that,” Billy whispered, reaching out and trying to adjust the fabric—partly an excuse to feel the thick man’s meat through the fabric.

Callum playfully swatted Billy’s hand away. “Let him stare,” he said with a cocky grin and pulled Billy into a kiss. “He’ll know he lost his chances with you.”

Billy huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head, but another knock on the door broke him off his trance. “Okay, but promise me you’ll behave,” he said, and Callum nodded.

Billy opened the door slowly, with Callum right behind him, and Antonio’s brows frowned when he saw another man there. “Oh! Hey, Billy,” he said, caught off guard. “I didn’t know you had company.”

“Yeah. It was a bit of a surprise,” Billy said, smiling and stepping aside. “But come in. I needed to talk to you.”

Antonio and Callum exchanged a glance as recognition flickered in Antonio’s eyes. “You’re Callum, right? From back in school?”

Callum straightened his pose to emphasize that he was taller and broader than Antonio but gently extended a hand. “That’s me. It’s been a long time.”

As their hands met, Callum squeezed firmly—too firmly. Antonio’s brow twitched slightly as he tried to keep a composed smile, but Callum’s strength was evident in how his hand engulfed Antonio’s smaller one. Then, Antonio glanced down—and noticed the still-pronounced bulge in Callum’s pants. His eyes widened, his face flushed, and he stiffened.

Billy noticed the tension immediately and wrapped one arm protectively around his middle, a habit he developed as the pregnancy advanced. “Come, sit,” he offered, leading both men to the living room. He settled on the couch, close to Callum and across from Antonio.

Antonio tried to initiate casual conversation. “So... how’ve you been?”

Billy smiled without looking at Antonio. “Good. Busy. Tired. Hungry. The usual.”

“Oh, okay. Sadly, it’s too cold to make another beach trip to help you relax,” Antonio said, turning to Callum. “Has Billy told you how much fun we had the last time we went to the beach?” Antonio said, smirking casually. “Maybe you could join us next time? It looks like you hit the gym every day. I bet you’d like to go shirtless and put on a little show for the ladies,” he added, sounding slightly sarcastic due to Callum’s dominant attitude.

Callum raised a brow and flexed his bicep. “Sure. Ladies, gentlemen, and everybody would love to see this on display.”

There was a pause. The tension between Antonio and Callum was evident. Antonio had no idea why, but he could feel it was about Billy, who stayed silent and frozen while the two men stared at each other. Then, Billy reached into his pocket and curled his fingers around the folded ultrasound image. He was shaking, so he didn’t want to lose more time.

“Antonio, I actually asked you to come because I needed to talk to you about something important,” Billy said, struggling to keep a steady voice.

Antonio turned to look at Billy, confused and concerned. “What is it? Are you okay?”

Billy looked at Callum, who firmly nodded. He exhaled slowly, pressing a hand to his belly. “Before I say anything, I need you to let me explain,” Billy began, taking a deep breath. “So. What I’m about to say is all new to me, and I don’t fully understand it yet. You see, I’m male, but I was born with some internal structures that you would normally find in female anatomy.”

Antonio stared at him blankly, clearly struggling to understand. “Hmm… okay.”

“I didn’t know until a few months ago when I got sick and had to visit a doctor,” Billy continued, looking down at his rounded abdomen. “I had nausea, fatigue, odd cravings, and some other issues that got me worried. The doctor ran scans and tests, and that’s when he found my functioning female reproductive organs—as strange as it sounds. It shocked me too, but things didn’t end there because—” He paused, watching Antonio’s reaction. “He ran an ultrasound and told me I’m pregnant.”

Antonio didn’t move. His face turned pale, and his jaw flexed.

Billy took a breath. “I’m eighteen weeks pregnant with twins,” Billy rushed on. “Your twins.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out the ultrasound photo with trembling fingers, and handed it to Antonio. The paper trembled in Antonio’s fingers.

Billy pulled his shirt up, revealing the pronounced curve of his belly, where their babies grew. “You don’t have to do anything,” Billy added quickly. “I just wanted you to know. It’s your right. But I get that it’s a lot. I don’t expect you to change your life. But I’m keeping the babies.”

Antonio stared blankly at the ultrasound, turning paler by the second.

Callum noticed Antonio’s color and leaned forward slightly. “You alright, man?”

Antonio opened his mouth, but no sound came out. And then, with a quiet grunt, he passed out cold on the couch.

“Antonio!” Billy gasped, lurching forward with Callum to steady Antonio’s body as it slumped sideways.

“I think that was a bit much all at once,” Callum said, gently shaking Antonio’s shoulder. “You should’ve let him process some information before letting it all out like a landslide,” he added, laughing.

“I didn’t know how else to say it!” Billy said, blushing. “Is he okay?”

“He’s breathing,” Callum confirmed, then stood and headed to the kitchen. He returned moments later with a glass of water and dabbed Antonio’s forehead with a damp cloth from the sink. “Okay, the water should help him.”

Antonio groaned and blinked his eyes open. “W-what...?”

“Hey, you fainted,” Callum said, handing him the glass. “Breathe and drink some water.”

Antonio sat up slowly, still pale. “I—I… I’m sorry. But—you’re pregnant?”

Billy nodded. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I know it sounds absurd, but I am. And the babies are yours. I just wanted you to know.”

Antonio stared at the photo again, blinking. “And... you’re okay?”

“Yeah. The doctor says everything’s normal,” Billy said, lightly smiling. “The babies are healthy. Everything is developing as it should.”

Antonio was quiet for a long time. Then he asked some questions about the pregnancy, how Billy had found out, and the due date. Billy answered, still rubbing his belly as he spoke, split because Antonio hadn’t rejected him, but he hadn’t reached out either. The conversation was too cold for Billy’s hormonal mind, leaving him on the verge of tears and needing a hug.

Eventually, Antonio stood, with his legs a bit wobbly. “Okay. That’s too much information. I need some air. I need some time to think. But I promise I’ll be there for you, somehow.” He took a step and stumbled slightly.

Callum reached out to steady him. “Hey, hey! Calm down. I don’t think you should go home on your own. May I drive you there?”

Antonio didn’t argue. His head was spinning, and his heart pounded in his chest. At the door, Antonio turned back to Billy. “I’ll come back. Soon. I promise. I only need a little time.”

Billy nodded. “Okay. No rush.”

As Antonio turned to step into the hallway, Callum leaned close, ensuring Antonio was looking away. He kissed Billy softly but firmly, resting one hand on Billy’s belly. “I’ll be back soon. I don’t need time to think. I don’t have anything to process. I want you so bad, Billy.”

Billy’s heart skipped. He watched them go, torn. He had hoped for something more from Antonio—a spark or a gesture. But he hadn’t gotten it. Even his promise to come back felt cold and empty. However, he touched his lips, then his belly, thinking of Callum’s kiss, gentle hands, loving words, and breathtaking presence. And he couldn’t help but smile despite the stress he had just gone through.

*

About an hour later, Billy lay on the couch, watching his exposed belly glistening, rising and falling with each breath. He smiled and sighed when he heard a knock and Callum’s voice.

“Billy? It’s me,” Callum said.

Billy stood and hurried to the door, and when he opened it, Callum wrapped him in his arms and kissed him deeply. Billy sighed against him, immediately reaching for Callum’s broad shoulders for support. Callum moved his hands to Billy’s ample ass and, with a quick, effortless motion, lifted him off the ground. Billy instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist and his arms around the big guy’s thick neck.

They kissed again, slow and passionate, as Callum carried him inside, closing the door behind him with his foot. “I missed you,” Callum whispered into Billy’s mouth.

Billy grinned as they continued making out. “It’s only been an hour.”

“It felt too long,” Callum said, carrying Billy through the apartment.

 Callum’s hands firmly squeezed Billy’s big ass and thick thighs as Billy clung to him, breathless. It wasn’t only the motion that took his breath away but the sensation of being held so easily. Every step Callum took sent a shiver through him. His swollen belly pressed between them, but it didn’t hinder Callum in the slightest. And it did something to Billy.

They kept kissing as a warm flush bloomed across Billy’s cheeks, then spread lower. His cock stirred, thickening painfully inside the confines of his pants, quickly reaching its foot-long full mast and making him let out an involuntary groan.

Callum grinned at the sound. “Everything okay down there? The fun hasn’t even started,” he teased, playfully bouncing Billy’s body.

“Shut up,” Billy said, hiding his red face against Callum’s neck. “See what you do to me? I’m a mess,” he added, grinning and feeling his cock throb against Callum’s body.

Callum chuckled and finally stepped into the bedroom. He carefully set Billy down on the bed, admiring how cute the young man looked. Billy smiled up at him, breathless, with his face flushed and his hands moving over his belly.

Callum removed Billy’s shirt carefully, leaning to kiss the swell of his middle. “Look at you,” he whispered. “You’ve always been hot. But now… damn.”

Callum kept tenderly kissing Billy’s taut abdomen, like trying to speak to the babies through those kisses. Then his lips continued upward, brushing softly over the rise of Billy’s chest. He paused at Billy’s nipples, gently kissing them to tease him. Billy winced—that area was too sensitive. Callum smirked and continued, making Billy close his eyes in bliss.

Then, without hesitation, Callum rose and locked Billy’s lips with his own. It started slow but deepened quickly. Billy melted beneath him, groaning softly into the kiss, wrapped in the warmth and weight of Callum’s perfect body.

“See what you do to me?” Callum said, briefly stopping and using Billy’s words from earlier to tease him. “You hooked me.”

“Hooked you?” Billy playfully said. “So, what are you gonna do about it?”

Callum’s eyes darkened with playfulness, but his smile was soft. “Now, I make it clear—you’re mine. From now and forever.”

Billy laughed softly, brushing his fingers along Callum’s cheek. “I am already yours.” He reached down, pulling Callum closer with a teasing grin. “From now and forever.”

They kissed again, long, passionate, and breathtaking. They couldn’t hold back anymore. Billy’s hormones surged like a wave, crashing over every nerve, leaving his skin electric and his breaths ragged. Callum knew what Billy needed and began undressing him. He eased Billy’s pants and underwear down over his meaty hips and plump ass, throwing them across the room and pausing to admire how Billy’s heavy, swollen balls rested against his thighs, right beneath his foot-long cock.

Callum brushed the backs of his fingers across the balls with a playful smirk. “Damn, these look fuller than last time, just like the rest of you.”

Billy whimpered, half in embarrassment and half in helpless arousal, as his cock twitched with need. Callum leaned in and kissed above the base of his cock, making Billy’s whole body tremble. He tried to speak but could only let out a desperate moan.

Callum took his time, kissing every curve of Billy’s body. Then he stood and pulled his clothes off, revealing his torso, then his pants, to let out his thick, veined, massive cock—eleven and a half inches hard and demanding, glistening with need.

Billy spread his legs willingly, breathing heavily as Callum positioned himself between them. He pressed his thick head against Billy’s entrance and began to push in slowly, letting Billy feel every inch as his hole stretched around Callum’s cock. Billy cried out, overwhelmed—not in pain, but in ecstasy. His hands scrambled to hold onto Callum’s arms, digging his nails in as his back arched.

“OH! Fuck! Yes!” Billy whispered. “Please, Callum.”

“I’ve got you. Just relax.” Callum leaned over, kissing him again. “But I want you to promise me something.”

“Wha—what is it?” Billy responded, barely able to speak.

“Promise me that the next batch of babies you’ll have inside will be mine,” Callum said, pressing his body down on Billy’s body to push his chiseled abs against the pregnant belly. He bucked his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Billy’s hole.

“Oh! Callum—fuck—YES!” Billy gasped, rolling his eyes into his head in pure bliss. “I’ll give you as many kids as you want, big guy,” he cried out in pleasure. It wasn’t only the physical release—though it was exquisite—it was how safe, loved, and desired Callum made him feel.

Callum thrust hard into Billy, making him moan louder than ever. The pregnant guy let go of everything else and chose this. He chose the arms that made him feel safe. He chose the lips that sent shivers down his spine. He chose the cock that stretched him beyond his wildest dreams. He chose Callum.

****

Billy and Callum embraced their mutual feelings in the days that followed Antonio’s visit. The tension from the revelation began to fade, replaced by something more intimate. They kept things private, but that secrecy made their moments together more intense.

Their first real date was a walk in the park after sunset. They walked under streetlights, and Callum wrapped an arm around Billy’s waist, careful not to draw attention but steady enough to let Billy lean on him. Billy’s belly, now almost unmistakable, curved gently under his oversized sweater. The fabric stretched slightly over his middle, and he kept tugging it down self-consciously, even as Callum insisted he looked good like this.

As the days rolled on, their bond grew closer. Callum cooked delicious meals for Bill because he was always hungry, and his cravings were increasingly intense. Sometimes, when they spent the night together, Billy’d wake Callum up at two in the morning with his cheeks flushed and his belly growling.

“I need grilled pineapple and pickles. Please,” Billy would shyly say.

Callum would chuckle, put on a hoodie, and head to the kitchen, returning with a plate of whatever Billy needed to feel his endless appetite. Every hour or so, he had a snack—crackers, fruit, cheese, and sandwiches. His belly grew rounder and tighter, stretching out by the day. His hips began to thicken with the extra pounds, and his ass rounded into a heavier shape that made walking in his old jeans impossible.

“You’ll need maternity pants soon,” Callum teased one night as he helped Billy remove a pair that had gotten stuck mid-thigh.

“I’m not wearing maternity pants! I’m a man!” Billy grumbled, flopping back on the bed in only his boxers.

Callum leaned over, kissing Billy’s hip. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re stubborn.”

Cuddles became a daily necessity. Billy would drape himself over Callum’s lap and doze while Callum rubbed his back. Sometimes, they’d nap like that on the couch for hours.

Billy’s symptoms shifted as he entered the second trimester. The nausea had faded, but his belly ached with stretching muscles, and his back throbbed from the extra weight. His chest was sensitive, and his lower body felt heavy. There was a persistent tension in his balls, and the fullness wouldn’t go away. Billy never talked about it openly, but Callum knew what to do. The big guy made Billy shoot a cum load at least twice a day to keep the pressure under control.

Still, Billy kept the pregnancy a secret. He wore oversized sweaters and avoided everybody. However, Thanksgiving approached, and he knew it was time to face something bigger.

“I should tell them,” Billy said one night, curled up under the covers with Callum. “They’re my parents. I can’t hide it much longer.”

Callum looked up. “Then I’m coming with you.”

Billy hesitated. “I... I don’t think I can tell them everything. Not yet. Not about us. Or about Antonio not being involved.”

Callum frowned but nodded. “You do what feels right. I’ll be here when you get back.”

****

Billy went alone to visit his parents. He wore the largest coat he owned, buttoned up to hide the roundness of his belly. His mom hugged him tight. His dad clapped him on the back. But as they settled around the dinner table, Billy was nervous, so he went straight to the point with the news. It happened between bites of mashed potatoes.

“Mom, Dad... I need to tell you something,” Billy said without looking up.

His mother stopped her fork midway to her mouth, and his father frowned. “What’s going on? Is there something wrong?”

Billy exhaled slowly and unzipped his coat. Underneath, he wore a soft black shirt that clung to his belly. He placed a hand on it and saw their eyes widen.

“I’m pregnant,” he said, and the silence was deafening.

His father went pale. His mother dropped her fork. “What? Is this a joke?” his father asked.

“No. I’m serious. I was sick a few months ago and went to the doctor. He ran an ultrasound on me and found the babies,” Billy said and explained everything about the pregnancy. “I’m about twenty weeks along with twins.”

His mother’s hand covered her mouth. His dad rubbed a hand over his face. “You can’t be serious, Billy. You’re a man.”

Billy swallowed. “I know. It should be impossible, but I saw the babies.” He reached into his pocket and handed the ultrasound pic to his dad. “I wanted to tell you sooner but didn’t know how. I was scared,” he continued, looking down at his middle. “But I’m okay. The babies are healthy.”

There was a long pause as Billy’s parents inspected the pic. Then his mom stood and walked around the table to hug him. “They’re our grandchildren,” she whispered. “However this happened, they’re ours.”

His father was slower but eventually nodded. Billy forced a smile, relieved about his mother’s reaction but hurt because his dad was evidently disappointed. He didn’t mention Callum. He didn’t say how it was him, not the father of the babies, who rubbed lotion on his skin, who held him through the night, and who cooked every meal. He didn’t share details about his romantic life. It was easier that way.

****

Billy nearly collapsed into Callum’s arms when he returned to the city, “They know,” he whispered as they kissed. “They’re okay. Almost. But that’s enough.”

Callum kissed him softly, then deeper, holding Billy tight. From then on, he was even more tender as Billy grew heavier and rounder with each passing day.

Then, on November 24, Billy turned twenty weeks pregnant and went to the doctor’s office for his usual check-up alone. He stepped on the scale and winced, surprised when he saw 200.3 pounds on the screen.

“It’s normal,” the doctor said. “You’re carrying two healthy babies.”

Then, they moved to the ultrasound. This moment always made Billy anxious, and as the screen lit up with wiggling limbs and squirming shapes, Billy’s heart pounded harder.

“These babies look perfect. Strong heartbeats. Good movements. And…” the doctor said, moving the wand over his lower abdomen. “You are having two boys.”

Billy grinned so wide it hurt. He called Callum when he left the building. “Hey. The doctor said it’s two boys,” he said.

Callum whooped on the other end of the line. “Wow! I’ll start gathering boy decorations for the nursery. Blue walls? Dinosaurs? Stars?”

Billy laughed. “Whatever you want.”

Callum paused for a second. “I want you to come live with me, Billy. Full-time. Move in. Let me take care of you and the babies properly.”

Billy swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. He did. But something inside him whispered hesitation. He didn’t know if he was ready to take such an important step, especially while carrying another man’s babies. He felt his heart beating faster and his head spinning slightly. He didn’t know what to say.

...

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