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Chapter 127: Walk of Shame

Chapter 127: Walk of Shame

Lex arrived at the main house and ran into his grandfather. "We may have a guest tonight. I’ve already instructed Jarvis that the Dr. that came back with Martin and Hanz after Martin delivered brought me a brand-new redesign delivery chair—by the way, it is a beautiful object. If Stephen doesn’t tackle him and tie him to the bed and keep him there, he should be spending the night and the weekend here."

"And why would you say that about young Stephen?" his grandfather asked.

"Well, I’m scanning them and I’m doing the exam while he’s laid up on my table, and of course Dr. Wooten is there as an observer and places his hand on Stephen’s stomach. But not only did the baby take notice of it and move itself to the proximity of his hand—the slut Stephen got wet. He didn’t realize I see everything that was going on in that position of exam, and I’m not talking just a little wet. I’m talking full force river running out of it." Lex shook his head. "If them two get too close, Mr. Stephen is going to be walking awful funny tomorrow when he gets his vent rearranged by Dr. Wooten tonight."

"You really think so, Lex? Do you think that would happen between them? Dr. Wooten is a professional."

"Let’s see, grandfather. Number one, the baby reacts. Stephen’s body reacts, his breathing goes up, his stats go up. Dr. Clark Wooten’s nostrils flare and his breathing started getting real deep. The man caught Stephen’s scent—there’s no doubt about that because Stephen was putting it out big time and it was strong. So yeah, he’s gonna tap that if he gets half a chance. He will tear that vent to pieces and ain’t nobody going to be able to stop them because he’s under its influence already. Hell, they’re both under the influence."

Clark and Stephen returned to the dining room and took a seat at the table for this wonderful meal that Donnie had prepared. Clark lowered his head and offered thanks, and then they started eating. Believe me, Clark ate like a man who had not eaten in centuries. Donnie was amazed at how much the man could eat, yet he was fit and he was a good-sized man. My gracious, he could eat somebody out of house and home.

They all settled into the living room. Donnie made sure to sit in the chair so Stephen and Clark would have to sit side-by-side on the loveseat. There wasn’t a whole lot of room because of the way Stephen had to sit due to his pregnancy—he sort of leaned over on Clark’s body. Clark draped his arm over the back of the loveseat behind Stephen.

Before long, Donnie went in the kitchen and started cleaning up. Clark and Stephen just sat there like an old couple that had been there for years, side-by-side watching the viewer. Donnie looked in the living room a couple times and noticed that Clark’s arm had slid off the back of the couch and was now wrapped around Stephen’s midsection with his hand on the baby bump. "Slick move, Doc. Looks like you’re in the sack tonight with the wildcat," he muttered to himself.

Donnie cleaned up everything while Stephen and Clark were intently watching the movie. "I’m telling you to have a nice night. I’m tired and I’m going to bed. You can stay up as long as you want to—you’re grown-ups," he announced.

Stephen sat up and took a good long look at Clark. Damn, this human smelled good. He wanted to lean over and kiss him but was afraid. Clark took a good look at Stephen and leaned in and kissed him very deeply. Before you knew it, things were coming undone. Clark started to undo his pants and unzipped them. He stood up and Stephen had no problem going for the gold—he pulled his pants all the way down to his ankles and what he found underneath was a very nice surprise. This human was very well endowed. Shit, he was bigger than the breeder, and that one hurt.

Stephen stood up and eased his pants down and pulled his shirt up over his head. He heard a noise and realized they were still in the living room. "Oh shit, let’s take this to my room. We can’t do it out here. I don’t want Donnie walking out and catching us doing something in mid-stroke."

They gathered their clothing and raced to the bedroom. Clark was a gentleman and took it very carefully because of Stephen’s condition, but they had sex all over that bedroom. Because Stephen was pregnant, they didn’t worry about him getting pregnant again. "To hell with that rubber," Stephen declared.

Clark proved to Stephen that he was all man. By morning, Stephen’s vent was worn out—it was deep crimson red and black and blue from all the pounding it took. Stephen’s legs were tired from being up in the air for so long and spread wide, but boy was it worth it. He had only had sex one time in his life and that was with the Genmen to get pregnant, and it was okay but it was mechanical at best. But Clark had shown him something he had never ever dreamed of, and it was called ecstasy. He literally had been fucked down and out.

It was daylight by the time they woke up, and somebody was going to have to do the walk of shame because Donnie was already cooking breakfast. Stephen peeked out of the door of his room to see if the coast was clear and maybe Clark could sneak out without being seen. But then he saw it laying right there in the middle of the walkway—Clark’s boxer shorts had been dropped in their moment of passion trying to get to the bedroom. They were busted. He tried to ease out the door to retrieve the boxers when Donnie chimed in.

"Don’t worry about it, Stephen. Those boxers don’t mean anything. You were noisy enough to wake me up five times last night, and it sounds like you had a good time. So when y’all can get yourself presentable enough for breakfast, I made plenty to recharge you both. And I doubt Dr. Wooten’s gonna need his underwear anytime soon—they’ll probably be off again before long, knowing you and your raging hormones at this point in your pregnancy."

Stephen walked out of the bedroom picking up Clark’s underwear, blushed and smiled big at Donnie, and ran back to the bedroom.

"What a fucking slut puppy," Donnie muttered to himself. "Get a good-looking man in here and he tries to fuck his dick off. Don’t he realize he’s going to be here all weekend long? They can tap it several times a day and nobody will give a damn. Good-looking man, horny pregnant genman—when the two get together, everybody knows there’s going to be fucking going on. Shit, maybe I need to get me a human." He shook his head. "Nope, don’t need no man. I have to concentrate on being the best damn cook there is for my restaurant."

It was very quiet at the breakfast table. Clark sat there, disheveled still just a little bit, and slowly ate his breakfast. Stephen had that "I’ve been fucked so good" look—"I’ve been rode hard, put up wet, and I’ll be ready to go again before long."