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Three Pregnant Friends Ch. 4 UPDATED
🕑 Added 2023-03-11 02:25:45 +0000 UTCCHAPTER FOUR
Dylan did his utmost not to waddle as he approached the bathhouse, doing surprisingly well. Success came at a cost though, as forcing his back to be straighter than it was now used to, while simultaneously leaning his upper body rather counterintuitively over his bulbous middle in order to somewhat further mask its size, without looking like a hatchback, hurt. It especially hurt since he couldn't place his hands on his lower back for support like he did just about whenever he was upright now. Likewise, forcing his legs to move straight in front of him, rather than letting them go out to the sides like they both wanted and needed to in order to properly accommodate his rotundity, wasn't comfortable either.
It all proved worth it though when a guy leaving the bathhouse held the door for him without comment or giving Dylan a second glance so in his book, the first part of his mission had been a success. Now time to move onto the next and see how that went…
Once he was through the front door, Dylan's first stop was the check-in window. When he reached it, he realized for the first time that the counter on his side of the window was the perfect height to rest his elbows on, which allowed his now weighty belly to hang down from the rest of him beneath it as he pulled the two twenties he'd brought with him out of one of the trench's pockets. Once he'd paid his admission fee, a folded towel and a key to a locker were pushed out towards him through the window, both of which he accepted, but with a follow-up query he'd never had to make before…
"Um, you don't happen to have a bigger towel, do you?" He asked the guy on the other side of the thick glass with a smile.
"Towels are all the same size. You can get another one for five bucks," the guy replied, not having noticed the smile being directed at him since he'd already returned the majority of his attention to his phone.
Since he knew he wouldn't be drinking (other than the shot he'd taken in the car,) and since he'd never asked for an alternative or additional towel before, Dylan had only gotten the cash-only admission as cash back when he'd waddled down the block to the corner store earlier to get condoms. He hadn't thought to bring his debit card with him either, leaving him out of luck.
"Alrighty then, thanks…" he said with a quiet grunt as he straightened his pregnant body back up and continued his "don't mind me, I'm not pregnant as fuck," trek to the locker room.
He didn't see anyone as he made his way, or even after he'd entered, meaning the place was either dead, or everyone was already upstairs having "fun." As soon as he remembered the long, narrow flight of nearly vertical stairs he'd have to climb in the near future, Dylan frowned. But seeing as he'd just paid the non-refundable admission fee, and his nuts felt closer than ever to exploding (and not in a good way,) he wasn't about to let the ascending obstacle stop him. While stairs had come to be "the enemy," Dylan was used to them thanks to the townhouse and therefore, still surprisingly adept at them.
Looking down at the tag hanging from the stretchy wristband the key to his assigned locker came on, he slowly made his way to the sixth and final row. This was a good indicator that upstairs might be busy after all… Dylan found locker #663, the low bench in front of it beckoning him to take a seat on it, but he knew doing so would require a lot of energy from him to get vertical again, and he needed to save what he had left for the stairs and then hopefully, some much needed and well-deserved fun.
For several moments after having undone all the buttons he and Oli had worked so hard to redo, Dylan just stood there using both hands to keep his coat shut. Even though the locker room was empty, he was still reluctant to take off the only real article of clothing he had on because once he did, even though he wouldn't be entirely nude, he may as well have been… Eventually, his desire for cock overcame his hesitation and nerves, and he worked the trench off his shoulders, letting it slide down and off his arms. Once they were free, Dylan mindfully folded the coat up and put it away in the locker, but not before taking two important things from the pocket he'd stuffed them in earlier…
Paternity outerwear he'd paid way too much for put away, Dylan shut his locker and turned the key before working the stretchy band around his right wrist. He still felt as insecure as ever about his body, if not even more so, plus ridiculous. But he couldn't wear the trench up to the second floor as the bathhouse had strict rules, one of which was that its patrons were only allowed to wear the town provided at check-in, or a "costume" upstairs. Their definition of the latter term was open to interpretation, but still strictly enforced by the bartenders and bouncers stationed throughout, none of whom would've allowed Dylan to wear an almost floor-length coat as the coverage it provided could prove a security risk.
Minus his coat, the doubly pregnant man's attire most definitely fell into the costume category since for starters, the bra he'd found online was unlike any he'd ever seen before. To be fair, prior to finding himself in need of one, Dylan hadn't paid much attention to bras at all, whether they were worn by a man or a woman. When he'd put the bra on back at home, he'd been pleasantly surprised to find it provided his now much more than ample chest with some semi-decent support, 'cause it sure as hell didn't look like it would! The one Dylan had picked wasn't frilly or lacy like one a woman might wear when she wanted to be sexy… It was actually quite masculine, its cups made from silver pleather, lined by black.
While this bra wasn't as comfortable or supportive as the more traditional ones he'd purchased over the last few, increasingly expectant (and buxom) months, that wasn't this garment's point… Its point was to leave a lot out on display, which its cups certainly did, particularly on Dylan, who'd gotten quite busty, especially as of late, as his chest filled with enough milk to feed two big babies. But actually, the bra wasn't much of a bra at all… It was more of an emphasizer, even though the last thing the twin-carrying man needed was for his now large breasts to be any more emphasized than they'd already become!
But seeing as there was no way to minimize, let alone hide, his "other twins" without multiple layers of clothing, dylan had just gone for it and picked a "bra" that would show off his tits loud and proud, all while hoping, wishing and praying that a guy upstairs would find his blatant display appealing or at least "interesting" enough to approach and strike up a conversation that would lead to something else. Even though Dylan hadn't been there in months, he was all but certain that once he made it upstairs, no one would be wearing anything close to the likes of what he had on, not to mention he was a lot more than a foot in to win the belly and boobs competition, not that there were any such, but hey…
The ridiculous contests he'd conjured up in his mind had left out a key region of his bloated body, but that was somewhat to be expected given it was almost entirely hidden under his stretch mark riddled belly. The bottoms Dylan was wearing mashed his new bra, made out of the same pleather in a bikini-briefs style. But what made them noteworthy (aside how they barely fit and looked more like a thong in the back than briefs) was the pouch that contained his "bits…"
The pouch could be removed, along with a rather generous portion of the seat of the garment, thanks to some strong, well-incorporated and hidden Velcro. This (potentially) allowed quick and easy access to both of Dylan's most attention starved regions of his fecund body, which was what had sold him on the outfit after almost ruling it out seeing as it was made of what was sure to be tight, clingy and unforgiving pleather, he worried would be hard to get on and off, and he didn't want to make even more of a spectacle out of himself, or waste any time if and when he hopefully found a guy, or, if he was really lucky, guys to play with…
Just as he'd feared when he'd seen them online, the briefs were a massive challenge to get on, not only because the material they were made of was super clingy, but also because Dylan had ordered them a size too small. By the time he got them on, he was already thinking about just cutting them off when he got back home, rather than working his pregnancy-thickened ass and thighs back out of their pleather confines. If he'd need to do so remained unknown as for the time being, there were other things to think, worry about and hopefully, enjoy.
After making his way to the end of his row of lockers, Dylan waddled around the corner and came to a ponderous stop in front of the full-length mirror hanging there. He let out a long, low sigh as he took in his reflection. Though it wouldn't matter in a few seconds, he was glad his handsome face hadn't plumped or swollen up like so much of the rest of him… Aside from his massive breasts, even more massive, stretch mark coated middle, and swollen feet he'd wedged into a pair of embarrassing black Crocs, Dylan told himself he looked good, but as he did, he knew the compliment was as empty as his belly was full. Speaking of empty, he emptied the small cardboard box of its foil-wrapped contents, tossed it in the trash and then stuffed all three condoms into the small pocket that was integrated into the removable crotch of his briefs.
Doing so wasn't easy without being able to see around or under his belly (even when looking in the mirror,) but fortunately, he'd gotten accustomed to the various challenges that came with being so pregnant. Next, Dylan unfolded the small bundle of black and silver fabric he'd been clenching in his left hand and pulled on his getup's matching mask. Despite his facial identity being hidden beneath it, he had no doubt that his size and attire would make him more than memorable to everyone upstairs… Mask on and secured by the zipper running up its back, Dylan headed for the door at the end of the locker room that opened to the stairs, now moving at his usual waddle since there was no longer any point, reason or way to hide his condition.
He opened the swinging door by gently pushing it with the front of his belly. As soon as he did, Dylan was immediately greeted by the previously muted but now loud, thumping club music, and the combined and unmistakable scents of men, sex, cologne, spilled alcohol and weed… When the cocktail of aromas registered in his brain, the horny pregnant man's dick became hard as a rock and his bloated, loaded balls (which felt like they were getting cooked inside his pleather briefs,) bigger to be set free, lavished with attention and drained, ideally, more than once.
As he eyed the steep steps, Dylan sighed again. He'd been up and down them many times before, the last possibly being the night he came to be in his condition. Needless to say, no matter how relatively "skilled" he'd gotten using them in his condition, stairs had become public enemy #1, so as he took hold of the tailing, the pregnant man sucked in as much air as he could in preparation for his climb. Refilling his nose with all the pheromones and other potent, sexually-charged, masculine aromas, thankfully got his very pregnant self invigorated and more inclined to move than he'd been in some time.
Fortunately, no one else was trying to make their way up or down the stairs, allowing Dylan to set his own pace. Despite his lack of clothes, the doubly pregnant man took up much more than his fair share of the narrow stairwell, which halfway up, he needed to pause on. Dylan allowed himself a few moments to somewhat catch his breath, but didn't stay stationary long, the thumping music and intoxicating scents egging him on.
When he finally made it up to the second floor, he paused on the small landing in front of the second door. He tried to mentally prepare himself for what he was about to waddle out and hopefully, get in to. Once again using his belly as a gentle battering ram, he pushed the second door open and lumbered into the fray, his eyes taking serial seconds to adjust to the darkness, and his ears to the now very load music.
When his vision had adjusted, Dylan saw much to his delight that the place was full. It wasn't as packed as he'd sometimes seen it in the past, but just a few lumbering paces in, there was already a good crowd, further renewing his hopes as he casually tried to catch his ragged breath.
There was a group of seven or so guys standing by the bar closest to the door. Each sipped their drink as they looked to see who'd just stepped onto the second floor, obviously eager to snatch up any hot, new arrival… That being said, not one of them made a move as they took Dylan in, aside from moving their eyes, all of which took in his way out there belly, barely contained and almost obscenely emphasized breasts and oh yeah, what he had on…
Dylan noticed that a few of the guys moved their drink-free hand down past either their flat and toned or only slightly rounded stomaches, to their bare (aside from a couple of cock rings) packages to adjust themselves, but other than that, after looking the super fecund new arrival over, he watched as the group turned in on itself. With their backs or sides to him, they huddled even closer together as they undoubtedly dscussed the latest arrival to the second floor, the stupidly pregnant one who'd waddled in alone (relatively speaking), presumably looking for sex…
Dylan rather safely assumed that they were all asking why the HELL, HE of ANYONE needed some considering what having sex had done to him, and/or why he was at the bathhouse and not at a hospital with his legs up in stirrups, pushing out what they all had to have assumed must've been more than one baby?
"Guess we'll call that 'strike one…'" He muttered to himself as he waddled further into the scene, heading off to the left of the bar to try his luck in the first main room, a location he'd previously found some in.
Over its open doorway hung a flashing red neon sign that read, "Red Light Special." Accordingly, the room was dimly lit, entirely in red, with low backed, red pleather couches lining the black walls. They surrounded a massive square bed of sorts that was set on a raised platform in the center of the room. The "bed" was about the size of two kings pushed together and proved to be a popular attraction. Presently, it was occupied by three couples and one threesome, everyone engaged in some form of sex, ranging from vanilla all the way to anything but, specifically the threesome's "bottom," who was busy loudly trying to accommodate both of his partners cock in his hole as he straddled them.
The majority of the couches were also decently occupied, dotted with mostly naked men, most of whom were stroking their meat alone and hoping for some assistance as they watched the action in the center of the room. A few were paired up and making out with whomever they were next to as they gave each other mutual handjobs. Just as on the "bed," one of the pairings was more adventurous than the others, taking a full couch to themselves, both stretched across it in the sixty-nine position.
Once again, despite everything else going on in the room, Dylan's arrival attracted a good deal of attention. That being said, after a minute or so of men just staring at him, he decided to move on to the next room. His tired legs, aching back and swollen feet all begged him to take a seat on a couch, all protesting following the long ordeal of getting where they were now. Dylan would've done so gladly had someone, anyone, simply batted a flirty eye at him, but since everyone had only stared at him in shock and quite possibly, horror, he didn't dare give himself a break there, not wanting to end up stuck in a tempting seat till an interested guy (if there'd ever be one) finally came around and quite literally, helped him get off. The couch, at least…
After the "Red Light" room and all its occupants also proved to be a bust, the busty, doubly pregnant man started thinking once again that he'd made a mistake coming. One almost as big as the one he was now lugging around in front of him! Horny as he was, more and more of Dylan's brain seemed to be coming to its senses, making him strongly consider taking then "L," but then just seconds after waddling into the next room, big belly and tits first, the space also dimly lit but in blue and green, and furnished with various sex swings and harnesses hanging from fake palm trees and other faux, tropical foliage throughout, his meaty, right ass cheek got slapped hard.
Not too hard, but definitely strong enough to cause him to let out something between a loud yelp and a gasp as he slowly turned to see not just who'd so boldly slapped him, but then kept their hand there till he moved. To Dylan's surprise, he was greeted by the sight of another masked man, this one wearing an all black facial covering. As his eyes trailed lower, Dylan came to find he wasn't able to see all he'd hoped thanks to his own bulk and the guy being so close to him, but from what he could see, it looked as though the other masked man wasn't wearing anything but his mask.
Wanting a better look, Dylan turned some more while also slowly backing up a bit to give his prodigious bulges the space they needed. As he did, the guy stepped back some too, their combined efforts giving the scantily clad, expectant man enough room to finally see what he wanted to beyond his globular middle. Upon seeing the other guy from the front, Dylan noticed he was wearing more than just a mask… He also had on a black, latex cock ring around his impressive package, as well as a pair of black flip flops.
Likewise, the "unoccupied" masked man lowered his gaze from the covered face of the man whose ass he'd just smacked, down to his chest, making the subject of his attention's ultra-sensitive nipples come to immediate attention under the material straining to cover them. As his gaze moved lower to Dylan's pregnancy, the man's tongue slowly emerged from his mouth and ran over his exposed bottom lip as he moved his hands up and out till their palms were pressed gently against the wide sides of Dylan's swell.
"Hopefully for your sake, you like things going in and coming out of your ass…" he teased over the music and various sex sounds.
"I love the going in part," Dylan confirmed. "The cumming part too," he sighed, sexily emphasizing his use of the other word that sounded the same. "Just not exactly what it can result in…" he admitted with a chuckle as he looked down at his very round self.
"So this wasn't intended?" The guy asked as he gave the sides of his belly a rub.
"Not exactly."
"Well then, whoever did the deed really did it well!" The guy commended with another lick of his lip. "You're a very big boy!" He nodded as his hands began moving around and exploring the life-containing sphere taking up so much space between he and the rest of his fellow mask-wearer.
"Yep. Twins."
"Big ones, it seems!" He nodded again, evidently knowing a little something about pregnancy, though to be fair, it was pretty obvious Dylan was pregnant with more than one baby.
"According to my doctor, they're already up to eight and a half pounds each," Dylan shared. "And unfortunately for me, they're just gonna keep growing and gaining for probably, oooh… another month…" he unexpectedly moaned, eyes instinctively closing as he succumbed to the sudden pleasure the man's large hands were causing as they ran over the taut, sensitive, incredibly stretched skin encasing the twins.
"Wow, another month?" The guy asked as he continued his exploration.
"P-pr-probably…" Dylan stammered out as he continued to relish in pleasure from the guys touch as his hands moved till they met at the literal middle of his belly. They lingered there for a few seconds before tracing their way down his prominent (even in the dim lighting) linea negra. After grazing his navel and then moving lower still, Dylan bit his bottom lip to stifle a groan before clearing his throat and breathlessly asking, "So I guess you like what you see and feel?"
"I do," the masked man confirmed. "Very much so."
"G-good to know," he nodded back as he somewhat found himself from where he'd been just about lost. "'Cause I like the way your hands feel on me."
"I was hoping you would, 'cause there's still a lot more of you to cover. So tell me…"
"Yeah..?"
"Just how adventurous are you feeling this evening?" The guy queried. "Given you sexy ensemble, I'd say plent, but I don't want to assume…"
Dylan chuckled as he looked down at the hands still traversing his belly. "Lucky for you, you're right. And… since it's been longer than I care to admit since I've had any fun, I'm good with adventure," he replied as he took his hands from where they'd naturally gone to support his back and placed them on the sides of his pregnancy.
He traced his flanks all the way around and up till his fingers reached and started tweaking his large, now fully erect nipples through his pleather bra. As he put on his little "show," Dylan hoped the guy found it enticing, but hoped even more his doing so wouldn't cause his prominent nubs to leak…
"Hooooly fuuuuck…" the guy said slowly.
"You like that?" He giggled as he used his widened hips to push his pregnancy even further forward and more into and against the guy's hands.
"Hell yeah!" The masked stranger aggressively nodded. "Again, I don't like to assume, but…"
"Yes?"
"I'm taking you doing this means that you're OK with an audience?"
Dylan nodded. "I'm fine with one if you are. And just so you know… if you're interested, it wouldn't be my first time having one," he wriggled his brows, forgetting the motion went unseen under his mask. "Just the first time since, well…" he paused and looked down at himself. "I'm just… We…" he suddenly hesitated as he looked from his belly up and around the room, noticing all the attention he and his new friend had already attracted, and worried not all of it was necessarily "good."
"Yeah..?"
"Are you sure you want people watching us?" Dylan asked. "I mean, you, yeah!" He nodded appreciatively. "I mean, my God! Between your chest and… and EVERYTHING else, WHO WOULDN'T be interested in watching?!" He rhetorically questioned with a nervous laugh as he continued to look around the "Jungle Room."
Before looking the way he did now, any attention was good attention in Dylan's book. Getting some at the bathhouse would've previously turned him on to no end, and while it still somewhat did, since no one else had been bold enough to make a move, to say nothing of how he looked now and how he felt about it, he was needless to say, not feeling so confident. He was about to ask the guy if he wanted to rent one of the private rooms the bathhouse offered, the ones he'd never felt the need to utilize till now, but something stopped him.
"I think people would like it," the other masked man said as he gauged the crowd. "I think once we get started, they'll really like what they see," he predicted with a smirk. "That being said…"
"Yeah?" Dylan nervously asked as he followed the guy's gaze around the room and realized it would probably be all but impossible for him to get into one of the room's many swings or harnesses, encumbered as he was.
As he waited for a response, the nervous pregnant man couldn't help but get into his own head. 'Here's where things get weird… He's gonna ask me to do something I'm not comfortable with, not that ANYTHING'S particularly comfortable anymore! That or he's gonna say he wants to get a private room 'cause the truth is, he's embarrassed to be seen with me…' he internally groaned. 'I wouldn't mind getting a room either, but he'd have to pay for it since I was an idiot and only brought enough cash to get in!' He berated himself for having not considered any other financial needs. 'And if I tell him he's gonna have to pay, then he might…'
"What's got you thinking so hard?" The guy asked as he lightly pressed into Dylan's sides. "I can practically hear the gears in your head turning, and it's loud as hell in here!" He laughed over the thumping music and sounds of male on male sex.
"I was just waiting for you," the twin-filled man shrugged, causing the breasts he'd at some point stopped toying with to bobble some. Even though it wasn just about the opposite, he hoped his reply came across as ambivalent, rather than disinterested or concerned.
"Oh, OK," the guy smiled, his mask wrinkling up around the corners of his mouth which for some reason, made Dylan wonder what else it would take to make the fabric do the same again? "What I was going to say was that we don't have to do anything in here…" he shook his head as he looked around the room again, all while his hands continued to roam over Dylan's pregnancy.
"If you wanna get a private room, I'm fine with that. It's just that you'll…"
"I'm still fine with an audience too," the guy assured. "I was just thinking that for your comfort, we should look for a different room. One that might be a little more…" he paused to think how he'd finish saying what he meant.
"Accommodating?" Dylan suggested with a chuckle, feeling the corners of his own mask wrinkle some around his mouth.
"Yes, exactly!"
"So there's the big bed in the middle of the Red Light Room…"
"Too busy in there…"
"Yeah," he agreed. "So what about the Cigar Room?"
"I don't smoke," the masked man shook his covered head before laughing. "And really?! The Cigar Room in your condition?! Come on…"
"Oh yeah," Dylan frowned, causing his mask to wrinkle in the opposite direction. "I was just thinking of the big, leather couches they have in there, amongst all the smoke…" he rolled his eyes. "Which I don't do, either."
"So what about the Henry VIII room..? It's got some big, comfy and accommodating furniture, including some four-post beds which we could probably put to good use?" The guy winked.
"You'd know better than me since I've never been there before."
"Never made it back THAT far before, huh?" He laughed.
"Busted," Dylan admitted. "So you think it'd work for us, and really, I mean me?"
"From what I've seen of pics of it online, it looks like it would, but to be honest, I've never made it that far back either…"
"Oh..?"
The guy shook his head. "The truth is, I've never even been here before," he admitted, which got Dylan laughing and smirking.
"Which makes you somewhat virginal, doesn't it..?"
"I wouldn't go so far as to call myself that, but yes… I am a virgin when it comes to not only this bathhouse, but any one for that matter."
"Huh. Interesting…"
"Is it?"
"Yeah, I think so," Dylan nodded. "I also find it interesting that you want your first bathhouse experience to be with me, in a room featuring big, gaudy furniture…" he pointlessly wagged his unseen brows again.
"Dorky, I know, but I'm kind of a history buff, so it's that period that appeals to me. And there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" The guy asked with another laugh, this one sounding surprisingly a little anxious, breaking his confident demeanor for the first and what would end up being, only time that evening.
"There is a first time for everything," the doubly pregnant man agreed. "So lead the way, but first…" he suddenly hesitated. "Just so we're on the same page… I brought condoms," he informed. "Three!" He added.
"So you did come looking for fun!" The masked man grinned as he took his hands of Dylan's belly and offered him his right.
"Playing it safe and bringing three condoms makes it that obvious?"
"There are two other things I'd say make it a little more obvious at the moment," he chuckled before asking as they moved along, "I'm not going too fast for you, am I?"
"You're good," Dylan nodded as they left the room holding hands and moved into the hall lined on either side by more, differently themed rooms. "But I appreciate you asking. Speaking of asking… Do you ask all the pregnant guys you hookup with that, or just the ones who are REALLY pregnant, like me?" He was curious to know.
"I've actually never hooked up with a pregnant guy before, so no. Guess that makes you another one of my firsts, huh?"
"I guess it does. And I guess you wanted your first time with a preggo to be big since you chose me?" Dylan laughed.
"The 'big' part's just a bonus, especially since honestly… I didn't think I was going to find anyone to take to the room I've dorkily fantasized about fucking someone in ever since I saw it online."
The twin-carrying man laughed again. "You didn't expect to find someone?!" He asked as he eyed the man next to but slightly ahead of him up and down, honing in on his meaty ass and specifically, how his cheeks bobbled and quaked some with each step. "That's ridiculous!"
"That's a nice compliment…"
"And also true!" Dylan replied, eyes still glued to the big, bare, somewhat hairy, alternately bobbling buns. "Can I ask you something..?"
"If it's my name or for me to take off my mask, no, but if it's anything else, shoot…"
"I'm fine with the anonymity tonight for various reasons, one of them being that I'm finding it hotter than I thought I would," he admitted. "But what I wanted to ask was, what are we gonna do when we get to your fantasy room?"
"Um… What do you think we're gonna do?!"
"I know, but to be honest, I'm not sure what I can or can't do anymore. What I do know is that I've gotten so big that I…" Dylan paused, debating whether or not he was going to finish making his embarrassing proclamation and admit his unfortunate truth but then told himself 'fuck it,' and did. "I can't reach enough of myself anymore to… Well you know. So…"
"Are you serious?!"
"Unfortunately!" He had to laugh. "But you can't be that surprised considering you've not only seen, but felt me!"
"Well that's all true, but you know what else is?"
"What?"
"That I think that's hot," the guy replied as he squeezed Dylan's hand. "You have my complete sympathy as a man!" He chuckled. "But to know you're so pregnant you can't even pleasure yourself anymore, it just…" he paused as he shook his head. "It just does something for me!"
"I guess that's a good thing?" Dylan chuckled back.
"I'd say it is. As is the fact that I do a lot of yoga," the guy shared as they continued down the long hall.
"Looks like you do some lifting too!" The pregnant man noted as he squeezed his hand back. "Which will probably come in handy!"
"I'm sure it will," the nearly naked, not pregnant, hunk agreed. "So… It seems safe to say that whatever we're about to get into is gonna be a little different from what either of us are used to, but I think we'll be able to make it work," he predicted as they reached the "Henry VIII" room and he helped Dylan bring his bloated body to a stop in front of its graciously wide doorway.
"I'm sure we will," Dylan slightly amended, the masculine sounds coming from within the room mixing with the classical music being played overhead making his lips curl into a smile again as he imagined sexual sounds coming from his own mouth and that of his masked partner's, adding to the symphony bleeding out into the hall where they stood. But not for much longer…
