Billy's Choice - Part 5

Billy moaned loudly as his foot-long cock throbbed in Callum’s hands, exploding with countless thick ropes of warm cum after the most intense handjob he had ever had. Callum grinned, feeling Billy’s cum load land on his torso, coating his abs. He marveled at how much Billy came, but part of him expected it, considering the size of Billy’s balls. So he couldn’t help but caress the plump, over productive orbs, feeling how full they were.

Billy was still on cloud nine, loving his friend’s touch and unable to suppress the moans escaping his mouth. He was panting and shaking, his eyes closed as his body processed the overwhelming sensation.

“So, how was that?” Callum asked, smirking and squeezing Billy’s balls as if milking them to draw the last drops of cum out of them.

“Damn! It felt so good,” Billy said, looking into Callum’s eyes, still breathing heavily.

“Great. So, now it’s your turn. Feel free to do whatever you want,” Callum said, removing his pants to reveal his huge hard cock—almost as long as Billy’s but slightly thicker. “Remember when we used to play swords? Well, it all brought us to this moment.”

Callum smiled, leaning back on the couch and moving his hands to the back of his head in relaxation, thinking Billy would pay off the recent favor the same way—using his hands to make him cum. However, as Billy observed his hot friend with the biggest cock he’d seen—apart from his own—he didn’t hesitate before swinging one of his legs to sit on Callum’s lap. The big guy’s eyes widened when he felt Billy’s big ass sitting comfortably on his pelvis, nestling his big cock between the meaty ass cheeks.

Billy grinned, aware that Callum was surprised. “What? Don’t you want this?” He said, moving his hips back and forth to tease the big guy.

“Oh! Fuck yes! But I didn’t think we’d be going so forward today,” Callum said, pushing his hips upward to make Billy bounce a bit. “Have you ever done this? You feel too natural.”

“Not really, but I’ve seen videos. So, I’m sure it’ll feel great.” Billy leaned forward until his lips met Callum’s, simultaneously reaching back to line the big guy’s cock with his hole.

“Oh, ugh! Fuck,” Callum mumbled when he felt his cock’s head coming in contact with Billy’s tight entrance. “Are you sure about this?”

“What were the words you used earlier? I’ve been sure about this for a long time. We were getting to this point eventually anyway,” Billy said, pushing his hips back and taking Callum’s cock head in. “Oh, damn. You’re big!” He said, letting his body fall on Callum’s lap, taking the whole 11.5-inch-long cock in one move.

Billy moaned, tilting his head back as he felt an overwhelming fullness deep within him, a sensation that bordered between pleasure and discomfort. Callum’s cock was so big that it reached places nobody had touched before. He gasped softly, gripping Callum’s broad shoulders for support as his body adjusted to the sensation. He felt his guts rearranging to handle the massive intruder, but as pleasure took over his mind and body, Billy could only moan, shiver, and crave more.

Billy moaned again as his fingers explored the expanse of Callum’s body, tracing over his defined chest and down the ridges of his abdomen. He could feel every muscle beneath his touch. Callum, in turn, let his hands roam, tracing the curve of Billy’s ass, the fullness of his hips, before settling at the firm swell of his lower belly. The way their bodies fit together was intoxicating and overwhelming for both.

Then, Billy lifted his body off Callum’s lap, only to let it fall again with the force of an earthquake. Billy let out a soft, breathy moan, overwhelmed by the pressure, by the heat, by the intensity of Callum’s cock going deep into him again. He repeated the motion, and this time, Callum pushed his own hips in the air to accentuate the bouncing. And together, they found a comfortable and overwhelming pace.

“Is it as good as you thought?” Callum asked, squeezing Billy’s hips again to steady him.

Billy’s head swam with the intensity of it all—the closeness, the stretch, and how Callum’s body supported him. “No! Fuck! It’s better!” He felt impossibly full, stretched beyond his limits, and every movement amplified the pressure inside him.

Each shift and bounce sent waves of pressure coursing through Billy, making him gasp and moan. His fingers dug into the hard planes of Callum’s chest, seeking stability. Every muscle in his body tensed, overwhelmed by the deep fullness caused by Callum’s cock that made him feel on the brink of bursting. His breath hitched as he felt his hard cock throbbing and leaking precum over Callum’s lower abdomen, making the big guy smirk.

Billy allowed himself to get lost in pleasure in the rhythmic bouncing, and the sensation of his hole stretched beyond what he thought possible. This moment made all his worries fade, but his mind still swirled with conflicting emotions—pleasure, discomfort, confusion—blending into a dizzying whirlwind. He had never felt like this for a man. He wasn’t supposed to be deepening this connection when so much was still unresolved. But Callum’s charm and body made it so easy to surrender. His mind was a mess, but still, he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

The bouncing continued for what felt like an eternity, and Billy’s body instinctively responded to the intense fucking by shooting another wave of cum all over Callum’s torso. This triggered Callum’s orgasm, sending a torrent of cum deep into Billy’s already bloated guts. The overwhelming sensation overtook Billy—a deep, swelling pressure in his lower abdomen, slightly inflating him. His breath hitched, a shudder running through him as he placed a trembling hand over his belly, feeling how it pressed more outward. The bloatedness intensified with every movement, a fullness so profound that he swore he might burst. His body shivered involuntarily at the overwhelming sensation, making Callum’s grip on his hips tighten instinctively.

Callum noticed and smiled, moving one of his hands over Billy’s swollen belly. Billy’s face flushed as his fingers dug into Callum’s chest, and his body quivered from the intensity of it all. Finally, after one last roll of his hips, they stopped when Callum stopped cumming. Both were panting heavily, and their bodies were slick with sweat. Despite the unrelenting fullness inside him, Billy couldn’t help but smile as they caught their breaths.

Billy couldn’t help but press his fingers against the firm curve of his lower abdomen. He traced the swell, feeling the tautness beneath his palm. Callum noticed the movement and smirked, resting one of his large hands over Billy’s.

“Feeling full, huh?” Callum teased, giving the small curve a gentle pat.

Billy chuckled softly. He wanted to enjoy the moment, to bask in Callum’s touch. But as he sat on Callum’s lap, reality crashed down on him like a tidal wave. He was pregnant—with Antonio’s babies. His breath hitched, and his chest tightened. Billy hadn’t told his parents or Antonio, and here he was, deepening his connection with Callum and allowing their friendship to turn into something else, something more. Everything was spiraling out of control. His head started to spin, his breathing growing unsteady as he hyperventilated. The walls of the apartment suddenly felt too close, and the heat of Callum’s body became too overwhelming.

“I—I need to go,” Billy whispered as he pushed himself off Callum’s lap, letting the big guy’s cock out with a loud pop. He gasped when he felt the cock sliding out, immediately regretting the decision because he deeply craved that cock deep into him.

Callum’s brows furrowed in confusion, his hands reaching out to steady Billy as he got off the couch. “Wait—what? Billy, what’s wrong?”

“I just—I can’t,” Billy muttered, scrambling to gather his clothes. His fingers trembled as he pulled on his pants.

“No, wait. Did I do something?” Callum stood, trying to catch Billy’s eyes.

But Billy couldn’t look at him. If he did, he would break. So, with one final glance at the man who had started to mean more to him than he had ever expected, he turned and left, his hand resting over his belly as he walked away. Callum only observed in confusion, wondering what had just happened. Then, he looked down at his torso, still covered in Billy’s cum, and pulled some cum to his mouth using his fingers. He tilted his head, enjoying the taste.

**

The days that followed were agonizing. Billy ignored every call, every message, and every attempt Callum made to reach out. Billy wasn’t ready to face him again. He wasn’t ready to answer the questions he knew Callum would have. He buried himself in schoolwork, in anything that could distract him from the chaos in his mind. But the truth followed him everywhere, as inescapable as his growing belly.

By the end of October, at sixteen weeks pregnant, Billy could no longer deny the changes overtaking his body. His weight had climbed to 192 pounds, a full seventeen pounds heavier than his usual. His once flat abdomen now curved outward by about four inches, forming a noticeable bump that pressed against the fabric of his shirts. His hips and ass had filled out, giving him a fuller, rounder shape that made his jeans feel tighter than ever. His chest remained tender, reminding him of the hormones wreaking havoc on his body.

The morning sickness had finally subsided, but new symptoms took its place. Billy’s back ached constantly, especially after long hours sitting in class. His appetite was insatiable, leading him to snack throughout the day to keep the hunger pangs at bay. He found himself struggling with dizziness, his energy levels fluctuating unpredictably. And then, there was the strangest symptom of all—the swelling in his balls.

He had initially thought he was imagining it, but as the days passed, the discomfort became impossible to ignore. The pregnancy hormones were affecting him in ways he had never expected, causing his balls to feel heavier and fuller, almost uncomfortably so. It was a deep, constant pressure that never seemed to subside, and moving felt awkward. His underwear felt too snug no matter how loose they were, pressing against the sensitive area and making him shift uncomfortably throughout the day. He tried adjusting, repositioning, and switching to different styles, but nothing provided true relief.

But it wasn’t just the fullness—his cock had begun reacting unpredictably as well. At the most random moments, he would find himself hard with no apparent trigger, a side effect of the heightened hormones surging through his system. It was embarrassing, frustrating, and completely out of his control. Sitting in class, walking down the street, even lying in bed—it didn’t matter. His body had a mind of its own, betraying him at the worst moments.

It became a daily struggle, one he had to manage behind closed doors. He found himself needing to cum regularly to maintain some semblance of comfort. But it was time-consuming and exhausting and only served as another reminder that his body was no longer entirely his own. And as his pregnancy advanced, the problem only worsened, forcing him to take longer and more frequent breaks to release the pressure in his balls. It wasn’t something he could ignore, no matter how much he wished otherwise.

Each time he had to jerk off, he felt a surge of guilt. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. His body was changing, and he could barely comprehend it. And every day, the reality of his condition pressed down on him harder. He was stuck in a limbo between needing relief and feeling ashamed for even thinking about it.

And through it all, his thoughts would wander—to Callum, to Antonio, to the mess of emotions tangled up in his heart. His belly grew rounder and heavier each day, filling him with worries. But he couldn’t help but think of Callum—how safe he had felt in his arms and how easy it was to forget everything when the big guy held him close. But then he would remember Antonio and his secret would crush him all over again. He wondered if he should tell him about the babies or keep it hidden for as long as possible.

Each passing day made the decision harder. But each new change in his body made the truth more impossible to ignore. So, when he was about 18 weeks pregnant, he finally decided to invite Antonio over and tell him the truth. In his mind, he needed to do that first to then deal with his connection with Callum.

Billy spent the entire morning pacing around his small apartment, and his fingers restlessly ran over the curve of his growing belly. The impending meeting with Antonio and the revelation overwhelmed his thoughts, even as another obligation loomed ahead. Before he could face Antonio, he had a doctor’s appointment at midday, another routine check-up to make sure everything was progressing as it should.

By the time he arrived at the clinic, his stomach churned with nerves. It wasn’t only about the pregnancy itself—though that was overwhelming enough—but about the changes he had been dealing with. The weight of his body was something he hadn’t fully adjusted to, and his growing belly made even the simplest movements feel awkward. He caught himself absently caressing it as he sat in the waiting room, tracing his fingers over the taut skin.

When his name was called, he took a deep breath and followed the nurse inside. The sterile scent of the clinic was oddly familiar by now. He lay back on the examination table as the doctor prepped the ultrasound machine. It was routine by now, but Billy couldn’t help but sigh and smile every time he saw his babies on the screen.

“They’re looking good,” the doctor said. “Healthy heartbeats, expected size for their stage. You’re progressing beautifully.”

Billy swallowed hard before sighing deeply. He hadn’t realized how much he needed to hear that everything was okay. When the doctor handed him a printout of the ultrasound image, he stared at it for a long moment, and his fingers slightly trembled. His babies. A lump formed in his throat, but he swallowed it down, forcing himself to keep it together.

“Is there anything else you’d like to discuss? Any unusual symptoms?” the doctor asked.

Billy hesitated. His mind flashed to how his balls felt heavier and fuller and how he had to deal with it more and more often. But the idea of bringing it up felt humiliating, even if it was likely another effect of the pregnancy hormones surging through him.

“No,” Billy said quickly, shaking his head. “Everything’s fine.”

The doctor nodded, giving him a final round of advice before sending him on his way. Clutching the ultrasound picture in his hand, Billy stepped out of the clinic, still lost in thought. He barely had time to react before he stumbled straight into someone’s chest. Strong hands caught his arms before Billy could fall back, steadying him. The familiar scent of cologne flooded his senses before he even looked up.

“Whoa, easy there,” Callum’s deep voice said.

Billy’s heart skipped a beat. He had run into Callum by accident for the second time. He had nowhere to escape. Callum’s body pressed against his, his belly pushing forward more than it had last time they stood this close. Callum noticed, his eyes flickering down to the noticeable swell before they met Billy’s again.

“I think you owe me an explanation,” Callum whispered, still sounding hurt.

Billy hesitated. He wanted to run again, to avoid this moment. But as he looked into Callum’s eyes, something in him broke. Without thinking, Billy moved forward, capturing Callum’s lips in a desperate kiss. Callum stiffened for half a second before melting into it. When they finally pulled apart, Billy’s breath came in shallow pants.

“Come with me,” Billy whispered. “I’ll tell you everything. Somewhere private.”

He led Callum back to his apartment, and his hands trembled as he unlocked the door. The moment they stepped inside, Callum turned to him expectantly. Billy felt the weight of Callum’s eyes pressing down on him, and for a moment, he couldn’t find his voice. Callum remained silent, waiting, patient but intense.

Billy sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. “I know I owe you an explanation,” he said, almost whispering. “About why I left that day, why I’ve been avoiding you. I—it wasn’t because of you. Or maybe it was, in a way. But it wasn’t anything you did.”

Callum frowned, stepping closer. “Then why?”

Billy inhaled deeply, willing himself to finally tell the truth. “Because everything in my life is a mess, and you… you make me feel something I don’t know how to deal with. I was scared, Callum. I still am. Because I—” He hesitated, then finally forced the words out. “I’m pregnant.”

Callum blinked. “What?!”

Billy swallowed hard. “I’m pregnant,” he repeated. “With Antonio’s babies.”

Callum’s brows furrowed as he processed the words. “Antonio? Your childhood friend?”

Billy nodded. Without a word, he pulled the ultrasound picture from his pocket and handed it over. Callum stared at it, slightly pale. Billy swallowed hard before lifting his shirt, revealing the curve of his belly. His skin stretched tight over the growing babies inside. He watched Callum’s reaction closely, expecting him to recoil, to be horrified, to walk out, and never look back. Instead, Callum stepped closer and reached out, hesitating for only a second before moving his hand to Billy’s belly.

“This is… beautiful,” Callum whispered in clear admiration.

Billy’s eyes widened in shock. “You—what?”

Callum looked into Billy’s eyes. “You’re even hotter now,” he admitted with a slow smirk. “The fact that you can get pregnant—it’s…” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I can’t look away. You’re stunning.”

Then, Callum kissed Billy again—fiercely, passionately, like staking a claim. Billy melted into it, his hands moving instinctively over Callum’s broad shoulders, feeling the strength beneath them. Callum’s hands moved lower, exploring the new fullness of Billy’s body. A small moan escaped Billy’s lips as they surrendered to each other.

But just as Callum’s fingers found the hem of Billy’s shirt to pull it off, a sudden knock at the door shattered the moment. Billy froze, his eyes flying wide in realization. Antonio. His stomach dropped. He had invited Antonio over tonight to tell him the truth. But with Callum here, things were a whole lot more complicated.

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