Enjoy the Ride - Part 2 (Patreon)

When we arrived at Mr. Griffin’s penthouse, I was speechless. His office was enormous, but his home made me feel like I had entered Narnia through those double doors. My 2-room-and-1-bathroom apartment was nothing compared to his living room. My whole place fit in a corner of his living room. I think the entire floor of the building I lived in fit in his living room. I felt poor while he showed me his place, but he treated me so nicely that I felt good at the same time.

“I’m surprised you’re willing to do this,” said Mr. Griffin as we walked up the stairs to the second floor of his penthouse. Call me ignorant, but I didn’t even know something like that was possible inside a building. “I guess I had the wrong first impression of you, young man. Maybe I should’ve treated you differently when I brought up this topic,” he added, wrapping his muscular arm around my shoulders.

“I-I just want to be sure that I can pay off my debt, Mr. Griffin,” I responded, surprised by how heavy his arm felt and enjoying the incredible scent of his perfume. I couldn’t help but feel confused because, even though he had tricked me into carrying his kids, I wasn’t scared or mad at him. He made me feel good; deep inside me, I was willing to be with him.

“I know. But this change of plans will make this process much more fun, and hopefully, you’ll enjoy this,” Mr. Griffin said, pulling me closer to his muscular torso, which made me gasp because of how firm it felt. “And, don’t worry, I’ll give you extra money for this,” he added as he opened a double door and allowed me into his enormous bedroom.

I was so impressed by the place that I couldn’t form coherent words for a few seconds. “Oh… I… no… You don’t have to, Mr. Griffin. I-I don’t want to feel like I’m a... you know,” I responded when I snapped out of my trance as he invited me to sit on his bed.

“I know, but I don’t mean it like that,” he said, removing his T-shirt and leaving me speechless again. “But I really want you to enjoy this in all possible ways.” He popped his pecs, and the thick slabs of meat bounced so hypnotically that I gasped in surprise.

I froze and marveled at his body for over a minute. Even though he was much older than me, his physique impressed me so much that I felt my dick stirring in my pants. I had never considered myself gay because the only relationships I had had so far were with women, but I had had some brief encounters with some men over the years, but none of them were as big or hot as Mr. Griffin.

He smiled at me and approached to help me remove my own t-shirt, revealing my well-developed torso. My muscles weren’t as big as his, but I went to the gym a few times a week, so I had nicely developed pecs and arms, broad shoulders, and well-defined abs. He chuckled in surprise, and I blushed.

He reached for my right pectoral and firmly squeezed it, winking at me. “You’re definitely perfect for this,” he said, massaging my pecs as his other hand unbuckled his belt. “Are you ready? Or would you prefer it if we go slower? I can give you all the time you need.”

“I’m fine. Let’s do this.” I shyly smiled and started taking my own pants off.

I had been very reluctant about the contract I signed and how Mr. Griffin used his money and power to turn me into his baby-making slave, but the more I stayed with him, the more I changed my mind about him. He wasn’t a bad man, and I wasn’t his slave; he treated me with respect while we were undressing and asked me several times if I was sure about what we were about to do.

Once I confirmed again that I was willing to carry his kids and do it the natural way, he removed the rest of his clothes, and my jaw dropped to the ground. His dick rose to its full size, and I estimated it was a foot long, if not longer. His balls reminded me of softballs, and his scrotum was so tight around them that they looked ready to burst. His legs looked powerful, his hips swayed beautifully, and when I saw his massive ass on full display, my dick got instantly hard. I had always been proud of my 8.5-inch-long dick, but Mr. Griffin’s was out of this world.

He got in bed and offered me his hand to help me get by his side. His bed was enormous, much bigger than a king-sized mattress. Everything about Mr. Griffin was big, and I really mean everything. I was somewhat scared about his huge dick, but as he started carefully caressing my body, I could only smile and feel great.

“Mr. Griffin, why are you treating me so well? You don’t have to. You know I’ll do this anyway,” I said, enjoying his careful touch.

“I really want you to feel comfortable while we make some babies,” he said, moving his hand down to my abs and slowly reaching for my dick to stroke it, sending shivers down my spine. “How do you want to do this?” He rubbed my balls and made me smile.

“I… think I feel comfortable with you on top,” I responded, lifting my legs for him to have access to my ass.

He smiled and immediately got on top of me, casting a shadow over me and accentuating our size difference. He smiled and leaned forward to kiss my neck, pressing his thick pecs against my torso while his dick poked between my legs. The head of his dick felt enormous against my ass, and I couldn’t help but gasp. I was nervous and still confused, but my body was aching for his dick.

He looked me in the eyes, and I felt his dick getting in position against my hole. I took a deep breath as his hips pushed forward, attempting to fit his huge dick into me. I wasn’t sure if it would fit because the few previous sex encounters I had had with other men were with dicks much smaller than Mr. Griffin’s. I focused on his smiley face and couldn’t help but smile back at him when he pushed harder.

When the head of his dick entered me, I groaned and moaned. I closed my eyes and panted because I felt like he was tearing me in half. I couldn’t think of anything apart from the huge dick entering me. Once the head was in, he slowly slid the rest of his dick inside me, making me gasp even more. I reached for his arms and buried my fingertips in his big biceps, dealing with intense pain but the most fantastic pleasure I had ever felt.

“Are you okay?” Mr. Griffin asked, and I only nodded as he got balls deep into me. I felt his dick throbbing inside me, and the sensation was incredible. “Take your time. I’m surprised you’re able to take my entire dick. You’re the first man who manages to do so.”

“I’m fine… I’m great, to be honest,” I said between moans, loving every single inch of dick buried inside me. “Keep going. I’m ready,” I added, smiling at him.

He grinned, pulling most of his dick out of me, only to ram it back into my hole with such force that the whole bed shook. I moaned loudly and gripped his biceps even harder, aware that I wouldn’t hurt him because his muscles felt like rocks. He repeated the strong thrust, and I saw stars. His hips bucked faster, and even though I didn’t want to let myself go into the intensity of the fucking, he was so strong and yet so sweet while fucking me that I couldn’t help but ask for more. I almost begged him to fuck me harder, and even though he was gentle, his pounding got stronger and faster, and even then, I wanted more.

While he fucked me, many thoughts crossed my mind. I remembered about the surrogacy contract and how I didn’t have a choice but to sign it. I thought about my small apartment and the money I would receive for my services. I was conflicted because a part of me felt bad because I was having sex for money, but the more Mr. Griffin thrust into me, the more I convinced myself that it was a win-win for me. I loved the fucking, and the money was good.

I felt Mr. Griffin’s balls hit my ass, and they felt huge. I knew it meant his balls were brewing a big load to fill me up, and even though I wasn’t that used to the feeling because I didn’t have much experience with other men, something deep inside me was longing for Mr. Griffin’s seed. I felt his pre-cum entering my hole, which was remarkable because I literally felt the flow entering me while he fucked me hard.

Mr. Griffin’s dick was so deep inside me, and it was so thick that it stimulated my prostate and turned me on like never before. My dick was leaking pre-cum while he fucked me, and after a few minutes, I couldn’t hold my load back anymore, shooting several thick shots of cum all over my own abdomen while others landed on Mr. Griffin’s pecs. He grinned when he noticed I was cumming, and with the most powerful thrust, he pushed his entire dick into me, immediately releasing a massive wave of cum deep into my guts.

I felt the massive shots filling my guts to the brim, and just as expected, I felt bloated by the time he stopped cumming. I had seen his big balls, and considering how much pre-cum he had leaked, I was expecting a massive load, and he didn’t disappoint me. I had fucked some men before, and some of those men had fucked me, but Mr. Griffin had fucked me unbelievably well.

I wasn’t sure if it was only due to the size of his dick or his passionate and careful fucking, but while we panted and his dick was still inside me, I couldn’t help but long for more. However, I didn’t want to look so desperate about it, so when he took his dick out of me, leaving me feeling empty, I only relaxed on his bed and rubbed my bloated midsection. I felt full with so much of his warm seed inside me, and I loved the sensation. I was confused because I never thought I would enjoy having sex with Mr. Griffin so much, but the more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that signing the surrogacy contract had been a great idea.

We stayed in his bed for a while, catching our breaths, and he started telling me about the accommodations he would make for me. The contract already had some benefits for me, but Mr. Griffin had other ideas. He reached for my abdomen and started caressing it as he told me that I didn’t have to go to work while pregnant with his babies. Again, the plural scared me, but considering his huge load was bloating my lower abdomen, multiples were definitely a possibility.

He said my son and I could move in with him and use one of the spare rooms in the penthouse so I could be comfortable. He said I didn’t have to worry about food, clothes, or anything for me or Marco. He wanted me to feel safe and enjoy the pregnancy because that would help the babies develop better. I smiled, and even though it had all started pretty badly between us, Mr. Griffin’s new attitude made me feel great.

“Let’s wait to find out if you got me pregnant, Mr. Griffin,” I said, enjoying his touch on my abdomen. “I don’t want you to spend money on me or my son if I’m not doing my part of the deal.”

“I’ll respect that. We’ll wait.” Mr. Griffin smiled and nodded.

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I continued my regular life for the next few weeks. I was getting somewhat anxious about the possibility of being pregnant because I knew my life would change a lot. My life was already changing because Mr. Griffin sent me money every other day to make sure I ate well. He insisted that I needed to eat a lot to give him strong and healthy babies. I didn’t complain about the extra money, but his attention only increased my anxiety. A part of me didn’t want to be pregnant, but another part of me knew I had to be pregnant for Mr. Griffin.

I caressed my abdomen every morning when I woke up. I thought about waking up with a huge round belly full of Mr. Griffin’s babies. I thought about raising those kids, even though the contract didn’t mention it. I thought about the changes my body would experience during pregnancy. I remembered how Mr. Griffin massaged my pecs while he talked about me being perfect to carry his kids, making me wonder if my pecs were able to produce milk.

So many thoughts crossed my mind during those weeks, and when I thought about my relationship with my son, my anxiety got even worse. Marco and I were really close because we only had each other. I would do anything to make him happy and give him a great life, even becoming a pregnant man. We shared a bed. I played with him every evening. We went to the park every other day. I took him to a nearby pool in our neighborhood once a week. We did everything together, and I wasn’t sure if I could keep doing all those activities if I was indeed pregnant with Mr. Griffin’s babies.

Even though I knew I had to wait a few weeks to confirm if I was pregnant, only a month after the natural ”insemination,” I noticed some slight changes on my body that made me think that the process had been successful. I gained 5 pounds in a month, which could also be attributed to my excessive eating, but I wasn’t getting fatter everywhere. I noticed my abdomen felt different and fuller, and my abs seemed to be fading. I didn’t know if those changes were too early, but I started sending some photos of my abdomen to Mr. Griffin every morning.

Mr. Griffin got excited with the photos and always responded with happy emojis. He sent me even more money for food, leading me to eat a lot more, and my belly started getting rounder. Since I had more than enough money, I started going out for dinner with Marco every other day, and I always went back home feeling ready to burst. My appetite was out of control, and I didn’t know if it was because I was pregnant or because I was getting fat.

I hadn’t seen Mr. Griffin since the day we had sex, but he texted me every day, several times a day, asking if I had any pregnancy symptoms. I told him that apart from the weight gain, everything else was normal. I knew he was expecting me to get morning sickness or something, but everything was fine until the first week of May, 8 weeks after Mr. Griffin fucked me. Many things happened that day.

When I woke up, I immediately looked down and saw a noticeable curve on my abdomen. It wasn’t huge, but it was definitely there. Marco was snuggling tightly against me like every morning, and his arm was over my small belly. I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about Marco as an older brother. He was such a good kid, and I knew he would make a wonderful older brother. Then, as he woke up, he looked me in the eyes, smiling. I kissed his forehead and hugged him tight, like every morning.

Marco rested his head on my pec and looked down at my abdomen, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, “Dad, you’re getting fat.” His words made me laugh out loud, but he made me realize that my belly was growing, and he noticed.

When I arrived at my job that same day, I couldn’t keep my hands off my abdomen. My mind drifted from one thought to the next, not letting me focus on anything but the possibility of being pregnant. I walked into my office and wasn’t paying attention to my steps. I didn’t care if the place was empty or not; I could only wonder if my belly was full of Mr. Griffin’s babies.

Then, as I approached my cubicle, sudden nausea washed over me. I had never experienced something so intense, and even though I tried to resist it, I had no other option but to try to get in the bathroom to throw up. However, before I could make it to the bathroom, I stumbled against a massive man who triggered a disgusting scene. I couldn’t resist the urge to throw up and ended up doing it all over his torso. I was so embarrassed, but when I looked up, I saw the shocked but empathic, handsome face of Greg, the janitor.

Greg was about 2 inches taller than me but much broader. His muscles were enormous, much bigger than Mr. Griffin’s, stretching his jumpsuit beyond the limits and not allowing him to close the buttons around his pecs. This meant that some of my vomit fell on his bare pecs. I expected him to get mad at me, but he only smiled kindly and offered me a napkin to clean my mouth. I had seen Greg several times before, but I had never interacted with him, and I was impressed by his kindness.

“You should be more careful,” he said, chuckling as he tried to find something to clean his vomit-covered pecs.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I-I… just…” I said, but another wave of nausea washed over me and made me run into the bathroom to throw up the rest of my breakfast.

I heard Greg entering the bathroom while I continued throwing up, and he sounded concerned about my sickness. He asked me if I was okay, but I couldn’t respond. Apart from my sickness, I was so ashamed that I hoped Greg would leave before I walked out of the bathroom stall, but he didn’t. He was genuinely concerned, and he waited for me to come out.

When I regained composure and walked out of the bathroom stall, I found him with his upper body fully exposed. His enormously bulging muscles looked wonderful, and even though I was still somewhat sick, I gasped and marveled at the magnificent sight of Greg’s body.

“I hope you’re feeling better,” he said, moving his right hand over his pecs to make sure they were clean.

“I am. Again, I’m really sorry,” I said, more ashamed than ever.

“No problem.” He approached, and I couldn’t believe how hot he was. “I’m Greg, by the way. I’ve seen you around but never got the chance to meet you,” he said, sounding sweet. He smiled at me. 

“I’m Adam. Nice to meet you,” I responded, and for a few seconds, I forgot about my sickness, the pregnancy, and the contract. Greg’s sweetness made me feel wonderful.

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