Heavy Work - Part 3

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Cliff moaned loudly, moving one of his hands to his belly as he felt the movement inside intensifying. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, savoring each of Jace’s powerful thrusts. Cliff felt the foot-long cock rearranging his guts over and over again, and even though they had done this several times over the last few months, Cliff couldn’t get enough of Jace. He could barely handle the pleasure that such a thick and long fuck tool provided.

Cliff’s own cock was hard and leaking pre-cum like an open faucet, his arousal reaching new levels while Jace continued. Leaning forward and with his legs spread, Cliff’s bull balls hung low and moved like heavy pendulums, brushing against his own hairy belly and Jace’s big balls. Cliff’s lower belly was damped with pre-cum, making the hairy surface sticky, and even this made the boss get hornier. He loved how Jace’s body smacked hard against him, making his fattened hairy ass jiggle.

“Fuck! Your hole feels so tight, boss,” Jace whispered between gasps as his pounding intensified. “And the fat cheeks only make it better,” he added, moving one of his hands to Cliff’s hips to grab the fat in them.

Cliff couldn’t respond, the pleasure too intense. Every inch of his body was overcome by arousal, and Jace was only making it impossible to form coherent sentences. It wasn’t only the massive cock or the movement in his belly, but his pecs were going crazy while Jace fucked him in this position. With each thrust, Cliff’s pecs bounced hypnotically like overinflated water balloons. They moved back and forth, smacking loudly against the top of his belly and sending shivers down his spine. He was still getting used to having a heavy chest instead of the firm pecs he used to have, and on top of that, it was so sensitive that the fucking made his pecs feel alive. It was like they had a mind of their own and were hornier than Cliff himself.

“Ugh. So full,” Cliff mumbled, tracing his fingers over the curve of his hairy belly and moving his hand higher to cup one of his heavy pecs.

“Indeed. And I would love to see you getting even fuller, boss,” Jace responded, leaning forward and reaching Cliff’s belly to rub it. “I’ll tell you a secret, boss. But don’t judge me,” he added, still pounding hard and fast. “I’ve had this crazy kink since I was a teen. I love men with round, hairy bellies. I love it when they look pregnant. I love it when they look just like you. Fuck! It turns me on so much.” Jace let out a low, playful growl that made Cliff shiver.

Cliff moaned in response, unable to process Jace’s words and enjoying the young man’s touch on his belly. They were lost in pleasure and covered in sweat, letting their thoughts drift into the horniest corners of their minds. Jace imagined Cliff getting even bigger, his belly full of babies, while working around the farm. The mental image wasn’t far from what he had already seen. But the idea that Cliff could actually be pregnant turned him on more than ever, making him pound harder than ever. His cock leaked pre-cum deep into Cliff’s hole, making the boss feel fuller already.

Meanwhile, Cliff was only a wreck of horny thoughts and confused emotions. He had never been attracted to men until he met Jace. He never imagined taking such a massive cock up his ass, but now he would love to have it 24/7. Cliff never thought he would get this fat, but with Jace’s loving attention, he was willing to get an even bigger belly, fatter ass, and rounder pecs. Pleasure and lust guided his mind, leaving him desiring for more. He could barely process all the sensations. Jace’s hips hit his fat ass, the foot-long cock stretching his hole, his own big balls hanging freely, his belly and his pecs bouncing, and his own cock brushing against his hairy belly. It was enough to make Cliff climax and shoot a massive load over the hay bales.

Cliff moaned so loud as his cock shot that the whole barn trembled, making Jace smile. The young man thrust slower but harder and soon felt his big balls retracting in their sac, and his cock shot a torrent of cum into Cliff’s horny hole. The wave of cum made Cliff move his hands to his abdomen as he felt like it was being inflated. The sensation didn’t last, but it was so intense that Cliff felt his belly getting heavier. Both panted heavily, their bodies glistened with sweat, and neither wanted this moment to end.

“Fuck, boss! You really made me shoot a huge load,” Jace said, leaning over Cliff’s back to kiss the older man’s shoulders and neck. “I’ll tell you another secret, and please don’t judge me. Every night when I go to bed, the last thing on my mind is you and your big body,” he added, gently caressing Cliff’s belly.

Cliff smiled, letting his body relax into Jace’s embrace. “I won’t deny that your cock has been on my mind way too much lately,” he said, flexing his ass to tease Jace’s softening cock. “Now, help me get in a more comfortable position. My back is killing me.”

“Do I get to keep my cock inside you for a while longer?” Jace asked, playfully swaying his hips and making the older man gasp.

“I’d keep it there forever if I could,” Cliff responded as both straightened and turned around to sit on the hay bales instead of leaning over them.

Cliff softly groaned as they turned, moving one of his hands to cradle his heavy belly while the other moved to his hips for support. Jace wrapped one of his powerful arms around Cliff’s torso while the other remained on the older man’s hips to keep him tight against his front. Their bodies glistened with sweat that caught the dim sunlight filtering through the slats in the barn wall. Their breathing was still heavy, but they didn’t want to separate. Not yet.

Cliff’s size made every motion slow and careful. His belly protruded prominently, slightly swaying as he adjusted his stance. His hairy chest, full and plump after the recent fuck, rose and fell heavily with each labored breath. His thighs spread wide to accommodate his heavy middle, and the thick cock buried deep into him. The strain was evident in the tightness of his features, though the corners of his lips tugged into a small, grateful smile when Jace steadied him with firm, gentle hands.

“Easy now, boss,” Jace murmured with a low, loving voice. He crouched slightly behind Cliff, attempting to sit without pulling his cock out of Cliff’s hole. “Let’s get you comfortable. You need to relax and take a break.”

Cliff chuckled, his belly wobbling slightly with the movement. “Jace, you’ve said it before—I’m not as delicate as I look.”

Jace raised an eyebrow, his hands resting on Cliff’s sides as he guided him. “Well, you’ve been carrying quite the load lately,” he teased, his fingers brushing Cliff’s round belly. “Let me spoil you a bit.”

Cliff sighed, letting Jace maneuver him. The younger man lowered his body, settling his strong frame onto the hay bales and spreading his legs wide, with his cock still deep inside Cliff. With his hands firmly on Cliff’s hips, Jace carefully helped his boss lower himself along into the space between his legs, positioning him so that Cliff’s back rested against Jace’s chest. He wrapped his arms around Cliff’s expansive belly, hugging him securely from behind and letting his chin rest on Cliff’s broad shoulder.

Cliff let out a long sigh of relief, leaning back into Jace’s embrace and enjoying the sensation of the big cock still up his ass. Jace’s fingers began to roam, sliding gently over the taut dome of Cliff’s belly. The sensation drew a quiet hum from Cliff, and he instinctively placed his own hands over Jace’s, guiding them as he leaned further into the embrace.

“You’re carrying it well, boss,” Jace said playfully, his hands tracing slow circles over the curve of Cliff’s belly. “This thing’s as tight as a drum. Honestly, I’d swear you were pregnant.”

Cliff chuckled, his belly slightly quivering with the motion. “Jace, I get you have kinks, but I’m a man. That’s not exactly in the cards for me.”

Jace smirked, his lips brushing against the sweat-dampened skin of Cliff’s neck. “I know that,” he murmured, “but it’s fun to think about. You’d make a good mama, boss. You got the birthing hips, and look at this belly—round, firm, and perfect. It’s got all the signs.”

Cliff rolled his eyes, smiling. “Signs? What signs, exactly?”

Jace shifted slightly, one hand moving to palpate the side of Cliff’s belly. “Well, for one, it’s perfectly round. That’s how I can tell when one of the cows is carrying; their bellies get tight like this. Also, when a cow’s pregnant, you can feel things if you press just right. Kicks, little shifts—kind of like this.” His palm pressed lightly against the side of Cliff’s belly, and to his surprise, there was a faint movement in response as though something within had stirred. “Feel that, boss? That’s a kick right there.”

Cliff’s breath hitched as he felt the flutter of motion beneath Jace’s hand before laughter bubbled out of him again. “That’s just gas, you fool. Nothing’s kicking in there.”

“Gas, huh?” Jace teased, his hand pressing against Cliff’s taut skin. “Feels like kicks to me. And with a belly this big, I’d say you’re carrying multiples. Four big babies, I’d say.”

Cliff laughed again, leaning further into Jace’s chest. “If I’m pregnant, that makes you the father, wouldn’t it?”

“Damn right, I am. And you’re doing an amazing job carrying my babies, boss,” Jace responded, and his cock stirred inside Cliff’s hole. Jace’s grin widened, affectionately rubbing Cliff’s belly. “Best-looking babies this farm’s ever seen.”

Cliff couldn’t help but laugh again. “With that big cock of yours, it’s no wonder you put multiples into me.” He rested his hands over Jace’s as they continued to rub his belly, the touch both soothing and oddly comforting. “Well, if that’s the case, I expect you to do all the heavy lifting around here. I’m not risking these imaginary babies of yours.”

“Deal,” Jace said, leaning forward to kiss Cliff’s neck. His hands slid higher, moving to massage Cliff’s chest. His palms brushed over the thick, sensitive flesh, eliciting a soft gasp from Cliff as Jace’s thumbs grazed his nipples.

“My skin is so sensitive and tender there,” Cliff explained, blushing as his body shivered.

“You know,” Jace began, with a thoughtful tone, “when a cow’s getting ready to calve, the udders get all swollen. They’re full of milk for the babies. And you, boss…” He gently squeezed Cliff’s chest, his grin widening at the shiver that ran through the older man. “Well, you’re looking mighty prepared yourself.”

Cliff groaned, half in playful exasperation and half in pleasure, and Jace continued his ministrations. “Jace, you’ve been spending too much time reading fictional stories and way too much time with the cows. Are you comparing me to a cow?”

Jace laughed, his hands continuing their gentle moves. “Not at all. I’m just saying you’re preparing beautifully. These—” He brushed his thumbs over Cliff’s sensitive nipples, making him shiver. “—are definitely ready for the job,” he added, and his cock hardened again, making Cliff gasp. “Also, I prefer spending time with you. I’d be with you all the time if I could,” he whispered in Cliff’s ear. The warmth of Jace’s breath against his skin sent another shiver through Cliff, and he closed his eyes, letting himself relax fully into the embrace. Jace’s hands moved slowly, alternating between massaging his chest and rubbing soothing patterns over his belly.

“You really think I’d make a good mama, huh?” Cliff playfully asked after a moment, feeling Jace’s hard cock throbbing again.

“The best,” Jace said without hesitation. He kissed Cliff’s neck, tightening his arms around him in a protective embrace. “Big, strong, and full of love. What more could anyone ask for? You already raised two fantastic kids, and you’ll be great with our babies.”

Cliff sighed, a small, contented smile spreading across his lips. “Sounds great. As long as you’re there, I could fill this farm with your babies,” he said, turning his head to kiss Jace’s lips. “Now, as great as this feels, the boys need food, and I’m starving. What if my babies’ dad cooks for the family while I relax?”

“Right away, boss,” Jace responded, kissing Cliff’s lips. “We only have one problem. Our talk got me hard again, and it’s not going away unless I shoot another load,” he said, winking and smiling.

Cliff chuckled and slightly shifted his position to tease Jace’s cock. “Okay, but promise it’ll be quick. Your babies are starving and asking for food,” he playfully said, ready for round two.

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Cliff sat at the head of the table in the kitchen a while later, leaning back in a sturdy wooden chair with his hands resting atop his rounded, bare belly. He gently caressed its taut surface in slow circles, his fingers occasionally brushing the faintly rippling movements within, though he chalked them up to the fullness he felt after their time in the barn. Jace had pumped him full with another load of cum after their playful talk, leaving Ciff feeling overstuffed. Not even a single drop of cum had leaked out, so the sensation was as intense as in the barn. His cheeks still carried a faint flush, and he chuckled softly to himself, his gaze locked on Jace.

The young man stood at the stove, his sculpted back glistening with a faint sheen of sweat from the heat in the kitchen. The muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed as he worked, moving a pan with a sauce with one hand while stirring a simmering pot of stew in another. He moved casually and gracefully, humming a low tune under his breath as he cooked. His golden hair was slightly damp and disheveled, giving him a youthful charm that made even the simple act of cooking seem impossibly attractive. Cliff bit his lower lip, trying to suppress the grin threatening to spread across his face.

Cliff admired how Jace’s jeans hung low on his hips, revealing the faint V-line of his abdomen. It was enough to make Cliff blush and his cock to stir in his pants. There was something surreal about how effortlessly Jace moved around, his whole body exuding confidence. Cliff chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “Does this man make everything look sexy?” Cliff murmured under his breath, giving his belly an absentminded pat.

The quiet moment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps, and a moment later, Caden and Carson burst into the kitchen. “Hey, Dad!” Caden called out, flopping into a chair beside Cliff. He glanced at his father’s impressive girth, letting out a low whistle. “Man, you’re really getting big, huh? At this rate, you’ll need a forklift to get around the farm. You look bigger than this morning.”

Cliff raised an eyebrow at his eldest son, his hands still rubbing his belly. “Thanks for the observation, kid. Real subtle.”

Carson sat in the chair on Cliff’s other side, leaning forward to study his father’s belly with wide eyes. “It’s kinda cool, though. Like, you look like one of those strongmen from the old movies, just with, you know, a lot more belly.”

Caden smirked, smiling at his brother. “Yeah, but it’s not exactly practical. Is it? Dad’s too big to do half the stuff around here now. How do you even move around anymore?”

Cliff playfully narrowed his eyes. “Carefully. But I’m still strong enough to do this,” Cliff said, reaching for Caden’s arms and pulling him into a bear hug that made the teen laugh. “I’m getting big, but I have two strong boys here to help me.”

Caden hugged his dad back and then sat again beside him. His eyes darted to Jace, who was still cooking. “You know, Dad,” he said in a serious tone. “I think you need actual help here. You’re getting really big to do a lot of stuff. So, Jace should move in with us—at least until you lose some weight. If you ever do.”

Carson nodded, looking at his dad. “Yeah! Especially because we have to go back to Mom’s house soon for school. “You’ll be here alone, and that’s not safe if you are—you know—” He gestured at Cliff’s belly, opening his arms wide. “—like this.”

Cliff laughed, his hand patting his rounded middle. “Oh, so now I’m helpless?” Cliff raised an eyebrow, glancing between his sons. “You two are awfully quick to volunteer someone else. Aren’t you? Jace has his own place, his own life. He can’t just drop everything to move here.”

Caden waved a hand dismissively. “Come on! Jace loves being here. He loves spending time with you, Dad. Don’t you, Jace?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, making Carson laugh.

At that, Jace fumbled a spatula, sending it clattering onto the counter. He turned quickly, his cheeks pink with a faint blush. “Uh… I mean, yeah, I like it here, but—”

The boys laughed at his flustered reaction. Even Cliff couldn’t hide his grin. “You’re making the poor man nervous,” Cliff said, shaking his head.

Jace cleared his throat, stepping away from the stove to face them. “Well, for what it’s worth… I don’t actually do much outside the farm. If it’d make things easier for you, boss, I wouldn’t mind staying here.”

Cliff raised an eyebrow, surprised by Jace’s earnestness. “I appreciate that, but I can’t afford to pay you more than I already do.”

Jace’s lips curved into a playful grin. “Don’t worry about that. I’m sure we could work out some alternative forms of compensation.” He finished the statement with an exaggerated wink, making Cliff blush and chuckle.

Cliff sighed, pretending to be exasperated. “Fine, but where’s he going to sleep? There’s no extra bed. The spare rooms are empty.”

“There’s your room. Your bed is big,” Caden said. “At least while we’re here. Then he can move into our room.”

Carson nodded. “Yeah. There’s plenty of space in there with you. Unless your belly gets even bigger,” he said, giggling.

Cliff’s mouth opened to respond, but he caught the knowing look on Jace’s face and the words caught in his throat. Finally, Cliff sighed, looking at Jace. “Well… if you’re sure about this, I won’t say no.”

Jace grinned, stepping closer to pat Cliff’s shoulder. “I’m sure, boss. And don’t worry—I’ll pull my weight around here.”

The boys smiled, and Jace returned to the stove to finish cooking with a broad smile. As Cliff watched him, he couldn’t help but smile, too. He was emotional because Jace was willing to help him a lot more. But at the same time, Cliff couldn’t help but think of all the fun they could have together in the privacy of the room. Jace would do all the heavy work on the farm and would surely keep Cliff full and heavy with food and cum.

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PN: Hey everyone, this is another installment of the special series of random scenarios I know you'll like. Most of these posts will revolve around older guys (35 to 45) struggling with their (secret) heavy pregnancies. ENJOY!