eBook for You Male Pregnancy Fans Out There
Desert Island Daddies is a hot fantasy story in the style of those old pulp adventure novels where two men are pitted against nature and survive against all odds but with sex and male pregnancy. Here’s a chapter from the book:
When Pinky woke up, Butch was already up and about. He’d taken off his clothes and hung them out to dry. The boa constrictor between his legs flopped from side to side, casting a shadow in the sand that made it look like a third leg.
“Wake up, sleepy head. Help me start a fire. And give me your clothes.”
Pinky reluctantly stripped off his linen pants, shirt, socks, and then his underwear. He put a hand over his crotch to hide his shame.
Butch said, “Ah-ah! You made a promise.” He put an impatient fist on his hip. Pinky took his hand away, revealing the tiny nub he hated so much.
“Oh fuck, you’re beautiful!” Butch’s meat grew a little longer, a little thicker, then began to lift from his knee. “You’re giving me a damn boner!”
Seeing the huge cock was intoxicating. Pinky’s tiny penis doubled in size until it was over an inch. It throbbed in the sunlight. Butch fell to his knees and nursed on it. Nobody had ever touched him there. Pinky groaned in pleasure as Butch’s thick tongue roughly licked his sensitive penis.
Butch smiled. “I’ll bet nobody’s done that before. Am I right?”
“Shut up and keep doing it.”
Butch returned to nibbling and sucking on the little nub between Pinky’s legs. He rubbed the boy’s firm young buttocks and let his fat fingers slide between them, brushing the hole. Pinky had never known this kind of desire. He was not the one doing the sucking. He was being worshipped for his little penis, and it felt great.
A warm sensation he’d only ever felt in bed alone began to build in his tummy. With a start, he felt something heavy hit his upper thigh. It was Butch’s beast, throbbing upwards, defying gravity until, at last, it touched Pinky’s tiny balls. That was the finishing move.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna…” Pinky couldn’t finish his words. He held Butch’s head against his crotch. Despite his tiny balls, he blasted a big load of cum into the man’s mouth. Butch swallowed greedily until there was nothing more. He pulled away.
“That was my breakfast, and now it’s time for yours.”
Pinky was a talented cocksucker, but he knew he couldn’t fit Butch in his mouth. He shook his head.
Butch insisted. “Just put your mouth over the end, and I’ll give you a full meal. You don’t have to do anything.”
The man held his cock aloft with both hands, taking giant strokes up and down the incredible shaft. Pinky knelt and clamped onto the top of Butch’s cock; his lips stretched as far as they could. He tongued the piss slit, exploring the giant crevice, marveling how his own little dick would get lost inside such a cavern.
The cock tasted saltier than the boys at home. He realized it was the seawater from last night. He put his hands on the shaft. Even with all four of their hands stroking the monster, there was room for more. Pinky brushed the salt away, then began stroking in time with the big brute.
Butch was a lot older than the schoolboys that Pinky was used to. His large size didn’t help. He needed a lot of time and attention to reach the place where he even began dribbling the salty, sweet drool that signaled an upcoming orgasm. After ten minutes of concerted effort, at least twice as long as he was used to, he tasted that signal that meant Butch was near completion.
“Oh, son, you’re so good at this.”
Pinky smiled to himself. He felt like he was doing a terrible job, so Butch’s words were encouraging. He ran his tongue inside the slit, savoring the tasty ooze that trickled there.
“Keep doing that.” Butch began to tremble. “I’m close.”
Pinky lapped at the syrupy brew that gushed from the massive tip of Butch’s cock. He’d always loved the taste of cum, especially the bit that leaked out before the big explosion. He loved when their legs trembled, as Butch’s were doing now. He also liked to put a finger near their asshole and slip it in if the recipient was willing. Butch seemed not to mind. His hole was surprisingly loose for a top man.
Butch saw the surprise on Pinky’s face. “With a cock like this, you gotta be willing to switch sides, you know? “
Pinky focused on the home stretch. He wiggled his finger until it touched the prostate.
Butch groaned. “Oh, shit, that’s gonna make me…” He wasn’t able to finish the sentence; a large blast of cum gurgled in his shaft and flowed upwards, shooting into Pinky’s mouth without warning.
“Sorry.”
Pinky just kept sucking, nursing the big head until it shot again. The second shot was mightier than the first. Butch watched Pinky swallow each load. As the blasts weakened, Pinky sucked harder, like a baby at a dry teat. At last, Butch released the final tiny load. Pinky cleaned the head with his tongue, catching stray drops and greedily gobbling them.
Butch grunted. “Not bad. You must have practiced with the big boys.”
Pinky wiped his chin. “I’ve never seen anyone half as big as you.”
The grizzly old pilot grinned. “If I had a dollar for every time I heard that, I’d be able to buy a house.”
“I would love a house right about now.” Pinky wiped the sweat from his brow. He wasn’t used to the blazing Southeast Asian sun and humidity. “I’m about to catch fire.”
