His Big Secret: An MM Contemporary Mpreg Romance

by Bates, Austin

The raw passion sweeping over my body battled the nervousness in my head. A few thoughts encouraged me to stop and live with being a virgin like I was for the first thirty-three years. Then Timothy straddled my waist. I looked up into his face and knew there was no turning back.

  As he reached behind his body, gripped my cock and pointed it at his tight hole, I moaned even louder. Timothy’s rock-hard cock waved in front of his body, and it was too much to resist. I gripped it in my fist and started to stroke.

  “Oh…um, damn, Inteus. I don’t know. I’ve never had anything this big inside me. I’ve never heard of it not fitting at all, but oh, man…”

  I gazed at my boyfriend feeling like an animal at the top of the food chain served by his loyal second-in-command. “We can stop if you want to, but I think we’re perfect for each other. The computer doesn’t lie.”

  “Did you feed a photo of this thing into the computer? It would probably set off red warning lights.”

  I laughed softly and pushed my hips upward and away from the bed. I timed the thrust perfectly to match Timothy’s efforts to let gravity do its work. A growl escaped my lips when the head of my cock first pushed past Timothy’s tight ring.

  Timothy swallowed hard. “Uh, yeah, I guess that’s how it’s supposed to go. Please, Inteus—slow, okay. That’s my instruction on all of this. Take it slow. Ease into it. Be gentle.” He slowly rode up and then let his body glide back down. “Oh, fuck, that’s big.”

  As we eased into a fucking rhythm, Timothy yelped. I asked, “Are you okay? It’s not too big, right?”

  “Yeah, I know, but I can’t stop thinking…” His voice trailed off when I arched my hips again. This time I put as much force into it as I could given the limitations imposed by my leg brace.

  Timothy responded with a sound almost like a whistle and pounded his hands against the bed. “Slow, fuck—so slow. Let me get used to it.” The whistling sound returned again while I pushed deeper inside a millimeter at a time.

  I moaned. Damn, I feel like I want to come already. I’ve got to slow down. I want to hold back. I stuttered, “T...t...trying.” My body wanted to go faster, but Timothy needed it slow. I was overwhelmed with the desire to explode inside him.

  “Yeah, yeah, good...that’s real good...” I watched Timothy’s fingertips dig hard into the mattress. His body was beginning to relax, and my eyes opened wider. I let them sweep across every inch of Timothy’s handsome torso as he arched his back. He had fit, firm abs and pecs with a light brown wisp of a trail leading down toward his cock. The view was magnificent.

  I reached out to place my hands on his hips. He gasped but then relaxed into the gentle rhythm I encouraged. The pattern of tension and relaxation in Timothy’s body thrilled me. I had to close my eyes for a moment to stop myself from coming.

  When my eyes fluttered open again, I asked, “Does it feel okay?” I didn’t speed up the fucking, but I thrust harder and deeper. My breath caught in my throat each time I pulled nearly all the way out and drove into Timothy again.

  “You’re fucking kidding, right?—oh, man…” He responded to another tug on his hips and rolled his head back.

  I started to stroke Timothy’s cock a little harder and faster. I wanted him as close to coming as me. My instincts took over, and I drove him up to the edge. His balls started to tense and ride up.

  Timothy yelped, “Oh...holy crap! First time?”

  He took over from my pressure on his hips. He started to ride up and down with long movements from my balls slapping his ass cheeks to pulling nearly off. His hands swept up over my chest kneading at the muscle. I whispered, “I’m close. Are you close? I know this is fast…”

  “I have to hold back. You say when. You’re the alpha. Don’t let me take control of everything.”

  I grinned and pumped his cock hard and fast. A few seconds later, Timothy’s entire body tensed. His cock pulsed, and he shot a milky load onto my chest. When his hole clenched, I lost my load, too.

  We both fought to catch our breath. I stared up into Timothy’s face, and he looked either shocked or surprised. I wasn’t sure which. “Is everything okay?”

  “Honestly, I don’t know if I’ve ever shot quite like that. If it’s like this every time, you’re going to break me. At least I’ll die with a big, goofy smile on my face.”

  I laughed softly while Timothy climbed off me and lay by my side. He scooted closer and draped his slim body across my chest. I said, “I don’t want to break you. Then who would I play with?”

  Timothy stared deeply into my eyes. “Are you sure that’s your first time? I won’t have any hurt feelings if you come clean and tell me you’ve done it before.”

  “My first. I’m no longer a virgin. Thank you.”

  13

  Timothy

  Stavros from Greece was always a source of gentle, consistent support for my work. He even demonstrated admirable care and concern the few times that he told me that he felt that he needed to point out that my daily post was slightly ill-conceived. That’s why his leadership of a revolt in my fan base shocked me.

  Inteus attended the clinic’s groundbreaking ceremony on his own, and construction took off immediately. We were having sex almost every day, and I’d started sleeping with Inteus in that big king-sized bed. Blaze confirmed that we were a great couple. Everything was moving forward in the best way possible.

  I’d even had a nice long conversation with Inteus about the space I needed for my work. He agreed to step back and not barge into the middle of my videos. Comfortable with the direction forward, I told my fans that Inteus was my new boyfriend. With the information out there, it suddenly felt okay to include him in my work. Inteus started showing up periodically, and the comments were positive...until three days after the clinic’s groundbreaking.

  As I was wrapping up my morning session with my fans, Stavros typed, “It looks like he’s taking over your life. I thought independence was the best thing in the world.”

  I didn’t think through my response when I rashly typed the question, “Who’s taking over my life?”

  “That wavy-haired boyfriend. He’s more than a date. It looks like he owns you, Timothy. Are you holding out on us?”

  I shivered. I knew that I was falling for Inteus, but I didn’t think he was interfering in a significant way. He often appeared on screen next to me briefly in the morning, waving and smiling at the fans. He’d called me away for a couple of times and delayed my posts. I had to help him reorganize the cushions on the couch on another morning instead of leaping into work. I was crawling out of bed an hour later in the mornings. Damn, he is taking over!

  It was an urgent concern. I knew that if I waited any longer, I would risk losing part of my audience. At lunch, Inteus held out a tasty fried wonton created by Blaze. “Here, take a bite. These are fantastic. You can dip them over here, but they don’t need anything. They’re perfect on their own.”

  I took the wonton from his fingers. He looked so relaxed. He told me almost all of the pain from his leg was gone. The doctors told him that they were waiting for the bone to strengthen. That would take a few more weeks, but there was light at the end of the tunnel. Once the doctors removed the brace, he could start to walk again.

  Inteus was right about the wontons. The flavor was fantastic. “Oh, these are good. You need to keep Blaze happy. He’s phenomenal.”

  “How was your morning? Did your fans like seeing me again? I think your blog is fascinating. It’s a lot of common sense blended with updates on the latest techniques. Your fans are so dedicated. They love you.”

  With a pained expression on my face, I blurted out, “But some of them don’t love you!”

  “What? I see the comments. There’s a lot more positive than negative. In fact, I’m worried they’ll miss me when I’m back working at the clinic.” Inteus picked up another wonton between his fingers and bit into it.

  “That won’t help. It’s the first-thing-in-the-morning posts I’m talking about. They wait un
til they know that you’ve walked away, and then they tell me what they think.”

  His brow furrowed, and he frowned. “So are you saying that you want to leave? I know that I’m jumping five steps ahead, but that seems like a logical inference from what you’re saying.”

  A sensation of panic rose inside me. Moving out was a huge, drastic step. I didn’t want that at all. I wanted Inteus to back off from my work, not from my life. “No, no, that’s not what I want at all. It’s you in my work. I’ve built so much of it on talking about how great it is to be independent.”

  “Is it great to be independent? I’ve had a lot of experience with that, and I think it’s a little lonely.”

  I held up a hand. I needed to buy some more time to think. I reached out for another wonton and bit into it, listening to the crunch. Inteus watched and waited for my response. He was so fucking handsome and such a kind, gentle soul. I couldn’t consider walking away.

  After swallowing a mouthful of water, I rubbed my chin. “Do you ever make anything up…no, wait, I don’t want to say that. Let me rephrase that. Do you ever present something about the clinic in a way that you hope people see it as a little different from actual reality?”

  Inteus shook his head, “No.”

  I sighed. “Okay, let me explain this as simply as I can. Do you remember that day I wore sweaters out on the deck and pretended that it was cold weather here when it was in the eighties?”

  He chuckled. “Yes, that was funny. I didn’t understand why you didn’t save that idea for an actual cold weather day.”

  “Because I wouldn’t have looked half as adorable if the weather was actually cold. That’s the point I’m trying to make. Warm weather was the perfect weather for filming a piece about the cold.”

  “So you…lied?”

  “No, no, not really. If anybody asked me, I would have told them the truth, but they didn’t ask. In fact, that’s getting even closer to my point.” I held up a single index finger. “Hang onto that idea right there.”

  I saw the confusion in his face. “I’m not sure what your idea is.”

  “Well, see, if you weren’t in the video on my blog, almost all of my fans would assume I was on my own, and they wouldn’t ask about it. Before you appeared, I got maybe four questions in six months about whether I was in a relationship. They didn’t care about that.”

  Inteus folded his arms over his chest. I watched him tap his rugged jawline with his fingertip. He was thinking hard. “I think I’ve got it. Try this out and see if I’m on the right track.”

  “Okay.” I reached my right hand behind my back and crossed my fingers.

  “When I appear in those videos that you make, it’s sort of like a situation where you would be sitting on my desk in the clinic while I’m trying to talk to a client.”

  I rolled the entire scenario back in my mind. I saw myself sitting on the edge of Inteus’s desk with a knee up while I shuffled through papers. I looked adorable, but I understood that I could be tremendously annoying. Then, in the picture in my head, a client appeared hoping to talk to him, but they couldn’t ignore me. They found it hard to concentrate on Inteus.

  Opening my eyes wide, I said, “Bingo! That’s it!”

  “So what will we do about it?”

  I wanted to say, “You’ll butt out,” but I needed to come up with a better way to say it. I asked, “Should we make our work independent of our personal lives? You have your job, and I have mine. I mean, this is the twenty-first century, two people should be able to have a baby together but still work independently.”

  “I think I have a better suggestion.”

  “Better?”

  Inteus nodded. “Yes, better. As we move forward, I’ll work toward incorporating our story when I talk about the success of OBU to potential clients. On the other side, we’ll work on the way to explain our relationship to your fans as something positive and not disruptive. I’m not going anywhere, Timothy.”

  I was ready to dispute Inteus’s plan, but then he dropped the final comment. He made a commitment. I wanted to ask him to repeat it, but I knew that would make me sound ridiculous. Instead, I stood up, stepped forward and threw my arms around his neck. Tangling my fingers into his gorgeous wavy hair, I said, “We’ll work it out,” and we shared a passionate kiss.

  14

  Inteus

  Daniel picked me up at my house to drive me to a special tour the contractor offered me to show off the progress on construction of the new OBU. I invited Timothy to come along, but, after our recent conversation, we decided to give each other some space. He said, “We’ll need this in the future, too. I start to suffocate if I don’t get my time to myself. It’s like beauty sleep. It’s necessary for me to be my best.”

  As we rode along on the short ten-minute drive, Daniel said, “I want to be the first to thank you for everything you’re doing for us while the rebuilding takes place. I’m trying not to see it as an extended vacation, but it’s crazy to get paid for months of doing nothing.”

  “Is driving me to the clinic doing nothing? While OBU was operating, I knew that I’d put together the best staff imaginable, and I don’t want to lose that to one unfortunate event. I’m thankful that you’re all sticking with me.”

  Daniel smiled as he pulled into the parking lot. It felt strangely vacant with all of the protesters gone. “I suppose the agitators will be back once we reopen.”

  “I thought that, too, but Rhonda said she talked to an expert on this kind of thing, and they aren’t sure they will return. It’s too close to a scene of a crime. The expert thought they might try some other kind of tactic.”

  I asked, “What could they do?”

  “I don’t know, and sometimes that worries me.”

  The new OBU clinic was still mostly a shell, but the steel beams and poured foundation outlined the expanse of the structure. When completed, the new building would give us 50 percent more space to conduct our work.

  Mary, Rhonda, and six other staff members waited to greet me. I balanced myself on my crutches while they each hugged me in turn.

  Mary said, “You look great, Inteus. That healthy glow is back. Do you have any news about the leg?”

  “Unfortunately, I’ve got about two more months before I can put weight on it. Fortunately, I might get to bend it for the first time in a couple of weeks. I love my doctor. He’s the tough love type. He keeps at me to get exercise despite being on crutches.”

  Rhonda nodded. “Exercise is important for good health.”

  “And how are all of you?”

  Rhonda said, “Fortunately, the nightmares are over. I’m eager to get back to work.”

  Mary nodded. “I think that goes for all of us. I can only clean out my closets so many times before I start to go stir crazy. Daniel’s older sister sent her kids to stay with me these last few weeks of summer. They’re at my neighbor’s house right now, but they keep me busy.”

  The new clinic was three stories high, and the contractor installed an industrial elevator to carry us up and down so that we could see the entire structure. Two of the four walls existed for my future office.

  I turned to Daniel and asked, “Is that the ocean out there? I see a touch of blue beyond those dark rocks out there in the distance.”

  “You spotted it, too. Yes, the contractor said that’s the ocean. He insisted that you could even see whitecaps if you pointed a pair of binoculars in the right direction.”

  We roamed our way through the rest of the facility. I looked forward to expanding our business and helping even more childless omegas.

  Mary said, “We’ll be the largest omega birth clinic in the country. You did know that, didn’t you, Inteus?”

  “Of course, I did. That was the plan from the beginning. I think we have the best system, so I want to expand to offer even more omegas the chance to have healthy children.”

  Mary stepped up close to me. She said, “I understand that this is a personal question, but how are things wit
h Timothy?”

  “It’s great. He’s a big help. I understand now that it might have been overwhelming for Blaze to have me like this at home all day long. I could have hired someone, but Timothy makes it all a lot easier.”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  I looked around and noticed that most of the rest of my staff members were gathered close. They all wanted to hear news about Timothy. “We’re getting closer. Is that what you wanted to know?”

  Daniel grinned. “I think so.”

  Rhonda asked, “And the pregnancy? Have you done the test yet? You should be able to get a definitive answer now.”

  As far as I knew, Timothy didn’t take a pregnancy test. I was curious, but I knew that I didn’t want to hear the news if he wasn’t pregnant. I didn’t know what the consequences would be for our relationship in that case. I reasoned that if he tested himself and the results were negative, he would either tell me, or the emotional impact would be obvious.

  “We haven’t tested yet.”

  Daniel asked, “Are you waiting on something?”

  “No.”

  “So, why not?”

  “Nerves.”

  They all smiled, and Daniel patted me on the back. “That makes a lot of sense. The chances are that he is pregnant, but yes, it’s a little more complicated if he’s not. We can always bring him back as the first client for the new clinic.”

  As I looked at my loyal staff, I realized that I did want to know. It was important for planning my future with Timothy. If he was pregnant, we could start looking far ahead. If he wasn’t, we could start our conversations about what that meant. We could discuss whether we both thought there was enough between us to keep us together as a childless couple. Without the information, we were living in limbo.

  Before I said goodbye to everyone, I suggested that we get together soon for a dinner in downtown Harbor. Daniel said, “That sounds perfect. I miss everyone.”