Ozzy's Game Days 2

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Ozzy’s house was silent while he worked in his workshop-turned garage. As an independent contractor, he often spent long hours working without interruption. Five years had passed after the divorce, and he still lived alone. But that was about to change with the three babies growing in his womb.

The room had a strong smell of wood and varnish, and Ozzy tried to focus on his work despite the intense heat. He took a deep breath and looked down at his belly, round, taut, and immense at six months with triplets, and it pressed insistently into every surface, throwing his balance off and making every simple motion feel like a mountain to climb.

He tried crouching to reach a loose hinge on a cabinet door, grunting as his knees bent and the weight of his middle shifted downward. His belly pressed firmly into his thighs, making it hard to breathe, so he had to put one knee down to give his gut enough room. He pulled at the dampened collar of his stretched shirt, still struggling to find balance in this position but resisting admitting he had grown too much to keep working like this.

“Damn… everything’s harder now,” Ozzy muttered under his breath as his hands shook slightly, guiding the screwdriver into place, but each twist made his belly knock the wood, and the triplets rolled in protest. A sharp kick thudded against his ribs, pulling a low groan from him. “Easy, boys… Daddy’s working,” he sighed, though his voice betrayed how exhausted he was.

When Ozzy stood again, slowly levering himself upright with a groan, his whole body felt like it was about to break. His hips ached, his back throbbed, and every small task left him panting. He had to stop for a moment to catch his breath and steady himself, rubbing that taut surface of his belly to calm the babies. His hand moved gently over the stretched fabric, as if he were trying to soothe himself and not only the babies.

Ozzy heard footsteps approaching while he struggled to focus back on work. He turned, and a smile spread across his face when he saw Baxter’s tall and lean frame entering the garage, framed by the golden light pouring through the doorway. The man who had gotten him heavily pregnant looked like a divine vision that left Ozzy panting in excitement already.

“Hey, big guy,” Baxter said, and his voice made Ozzy shiver. “How is it going?”

“Things go better now that you’re here,” Ozzy said with a tired chuckle. “I thought I was gonna collapse before finishing this.”

Baxter’s brow furrowed, but he smiled as he closed the door behind him. “You’re alone, huh?” he asked, slowly getting closer.

Ozzy nodded, pushing damp hair back beneath his cap. “Yeah. Alone and falling apart.”

Baxter watched in admiration as Ozzy braced a hand at the small of his back, instinctively arching his back. “You shouldn’t be pushing yourself this hard.”

“It’s what I do,” Ozzy responded, though his voice lacked conviction. “But…” He trailed off, smoothly moving his hand over his belly, “It’s different now.”

Baxter smirked and reached out, brushing his fingers across Ozzy’s arm. “That’s why I came. To check on you and our babies,” he said, leaning closer to caress Ozzy’s belly. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, feeling the babies move under the touch. Then, Baxter stepped back and broke the tension. “So—how are the boys after the game?”

Ozzy shook his head, coming back to Earth from the briefly intense moment, and his tired expression brightened. “Oh, they were buzzing. Oliver couldn’t stop replaying that goal in his head, and Owen kept saying the babies were his lucky charm.”

Baxter laughed, leaning casually against a table behind Ozzy. “My kid wouldn’t stop talking about that goal. He says your kids are like pros already. Honestly, they’re amazing.”

Ozzy’s chest swelled with pride as his hand circled over his belly again. “They’re gonna be something, that’s for sure.” He paused, then smirked. “And your kid is just as fantastic on the field. He’s fast and never misses a shot. Like father, like son.”

Baxter’s grin widened. “Thanks, he’s a great kid,” he said, stepping closer. “So, I’ve been thinking about that day so much lately.” His voice dropped, playful. “The bathroom has been hard to forget. You’ve been hard to forget all these months.”

Before Ozzy could respond, Baxter was behind him, tenderly sliding his arms around his taut middle. The contact made Ozzy gasp as his body stiffened and then melted back into Baxter’s chest. Baxter’s strong hands explored the rounded middle inch by inch, then smoothed along Ozzy’s ribs, his sides, and down to his hips, supporting the weight as if trying to give the heavily pregnant body a break from the burden.

Baxter firmly pressed his front against Ozzy’s back, and the heat of his body seeped through Ozzy’s shirt. The pregnant man felt the unmistakable stir of Baxter’s cock thickening against him. The pressure made him whimper softly, and his knees trembled as he gripped the counter for balance. Baxter leaned in to kiss along the side of his neck, and each kiss sent shivers down Ozzy’s spine.

Ozzy panted and closed his eyes in bliss. His breathing shortened as the sensation of being held and explored so carefully overwhelmed him. The sounds of his shaky groans and the soft rasp of Baxter’s breath against his ear skyrocketed his horniness.

Baxter’s chin rested on his shoulder as his gaze dropped to the belly they both touched. “Look at you. Carrying so much, so beautifully.”

Ozzy’s breath hitched. He chuckled breathlessly. “I swear, Baxter… I could give you a whole football team if you wanted,” he said as the words spilled out before he could stop them.

Baxter laughed softly against his back. “A football team? With you? I love the sound of that.” His kisses grew deeper and more passionate. His hands tenderly caressed the belly, and every touch sparked a fire in the pregnant man. “We need at least a dozen boys for that.”

Ozzy groaned softly, overwhelmed. “Yes! Please! I’ll do it. I’ll give you a dozen soccer stars. But I need you right now.”

Baxter turned Ozzy’s head and passionately kissed his lips. “Then don’t hold back. I’ll give you everything you need.”

Baxter’s tenderness deepened into something more raw as his hands moved lower, slowly easing Ozzy’s pants and underwear down over his hips. Ozzy moaned at the sensation of cool air brushing across his skin. His exposed butt was plump and sore from carrying so much weight, so Baxter’s hand cupped and kneaded it playfully, drawing another loud groan from Ozzy. His whole body surrendered at this moment as Baxter smirked.

Reaching around, Baxter’s hand slid to Ozzy’s groin, and his fingers cupped and squeezed his balls, applying pressure before rolling them gently in his hand. Each squeeze drew a shudder from Ozzy, and his moans deepened as the soreness faded under Baxter’s careful touch. Then Baxter’s hand slid upward, wrapping around Ozzy’s cock, stroking slowly from base to tip. The sensation made Ozzy instinctively buck forward as pre-cum leaked from the tip, spilling freely under the intense stimulation.

His moans grew louder as his body trembled, and Baxter’s hands stroked again and again. He cried out as his cock leaked even more, unable to hold back the immense arousal taking over him. Ozzy was on the verge of climax when Baxter stopped and moved back to remove his pants and underwear. His cock swelled and hardened right there to its foot-long glory, huge and daunting, but it was what Ozzy’s body demanded.

Baxter pushed forward, and the massive shaft nestled between Ozzy’s parted ass cheeks, making Ozzy’s breath hitch and his whole body shudder. The thick cock pressed slowly, stretching him with a steady insistence that made every nerve spark. The pressure spread through him in waves, and each inch felt more overwhelming than the last. Ozzy’s cries turned into drawn-out moans that echoed in the workshop as more inches slid in.

His body trembled as his muscles adjusted around the intruder, overwhelmed by the burning hot and impossibly full sensation as tears appeared at the corners of his eyes from the intensity. The sounds of their bodies meeting—flesh against flesh, Ozzy’s ragged breaths, and Baxter’s low groans—filled the space as Baxter whispered in his ear, urging him to breathe, to let go, and praising how perfectly Ozzy took him in.

Inch by inch, Ozzy’s hole stretched around him, and the slowness made every moment even more vivid. The sensation was so intense that it stole his breath, and his fingers clawed at the counter while Baxter pushed deeper and deeper. When Baxter was finally all the way in, the fullness made Ozzy cry out, and his moans rose higher as his whole body shook. He could literally feel the massive shaft so deep into his guts that he wondered how it was physically possible, but it was part of what he loved about these moments; they were beyond reason.

Then Baxter began to move, slowly at first, drawing back and pushing forward again with passionate force. Each deep thrust made Ozzy’s knees buckle and his knuckles whiten on the counter as he clung for balance. The rhythm was steady, and the heavy clap of hips mixed with the sounds escaping Ozzy’s mouth. His cries rang out, raw and frantic, and the pitch of his moans rose with every inch that stretched him. His mind blurred under, and every thrust sent ripples of heat through his belly as his back arched involuntarily.

Baxter grinned through it all, firmly grabbing Ozzy’s hips for support as his hips bucked fast. “You’re perfect… taking me so well… beautiful.”

The fucking felt like an eternity, and each slow withdrawal and plunging return dragged groans and whimpers from Ozzy until his body shook. Sweat dampened his whole body, his cock leaked steadily beneath him, and the babies shifted restlessly inside as though reacting to the storm outside. Baxter’s motions grew stronger, and his hips bucked with increasing urgency, quickening the tempo until all they could hear was the relentless sounds of flesh against flesh and Ozzy’s voice breaking again and again as he teetered on the edge of consciousness.

And then Baxter lost restraint—going wild, slamming forward with primal force, driving Ozzy into the counter as his groans deepened into a growl. With one final, staggering thrust, he spilled a massive cum shot deep inside, flooding Ozzy’s trembling body with a tsunami of warm seed as he cried out, nearly undone. Ozzy’s body convulsed with the aftershocks, barely conscious, every muscle quivering as he sagged against Baxter’s hold, and the storm finally crested in overwhelming relief.

When it was over, Ozzy leaned heavily against the counter, flushed and panting, while Baxter steadied him from behind. Baxter stayed inside him, with his cock still thick and throbbing, pulsing with aftershocks as they caught their breath. The fullness made Ozzy moan softly, and his belly pressed into the counter as he felt stretched and filled to the brim. His hands clutched the edge for support, and his whole body quivered as the babies shifted within.

 “Better?” Baxter said, passionately kissing Ozzy’s neck.

Ozzy let out a shaky laugh, still rubbing his belly as the babies shifted within and Baxter’s cock stirred inside. “Yeah… better,” he said, playfully smirking. He tried to regain composure, but his body was still overwhelmed. “But if you want that football team… you’d better keep showing up.”

Baxter chuckled, squeezing Ozzy’s hip and kissing him again. “Count on it. And, not sure about you, but I don’t have plans for the rest of the day. What if I stay here, just like this?” He bucked his hips again, making Ozzy cry out in agreement.

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