twisted-talez: “Yeah … fuckin’ breed my hole,” the faggot begged, turning back to look at me as I po
twisted-talez: “Yeah … fuckin’ breed my hole,” the faggot begged, turning back to look at me as I pounded his ass from behind. “Fill me with your seed. I want you to knock me up, just like your wife.”“What brings you in today?” asked Dr. Warren, my primary care physician earlier that day. “Uh … my balls have been sore and achy a lot, doc,” I reported. “I just want to be sure there’s nothing wrong down there.” Upon ordering me to drop my pants, the doctor put on a pair of gloves and examined my family jewels, tugging and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. “Well, the good news,” Doctor Warren said upon releasing my nuts from his grasp and snapping off his gloves, “is that there are no lumps or signs of a tumor. But there is a bit of swelling caused by epididymal hypertension.” A lump formed in my throat. “Jesus, doc. Is that serious?” I asked. “No,” the doctor laughed. “It just means you’ve got blue balls. Your nuts are backed up. Are you not getting enough sex with your wife?”I proceeded to tell Dr. Warren that my wife was pregnant and hadn’t let me near her pussy in months. “We’ve all been there,” the doctor sympathized. “Thankfully, there’s an easy remedy for your problem,” he said, scrawling the name “Vance” on his prescription pad along with a phone number. “This guy can help you out. I saw him through all four of my wife’s pregnancies, and I send all my backed-up patients to him.”“I don’t understand. Does this guy do therapy or maybe hypnosis?” I asked, confused. “No,” Dr. Warren laughed. “He’s a faggot cum dump. He’ll let you fuck him. And trust me on this, your backed-up balls need it.” I was shocked. “I don’t know,” I demurred. “I fucked a few faggots in college, but it was only when I wasn’t getting any pussy and needed my balls drained.” With a hand on my shoulder, the doctor replied, “And that’s what you need now. Text the guy. Your balls will thank you.”“How far along is your wife?” asked Vance later that afternoon when he led me back to his bedroom, clad in a skimpy robe. “She’s five months pregnant,” I answered. “Good,” he replied. “You’ll need to use my ass for several more months, and even longer if your wife is too tired for sex after the baby arrives.” That plan worked for me. Under his robe, I could see Vance had a tight, fit body. With the frosted highlights in his hair, he wasn’t the type of guy I’d invite to watch a football game, but I had no objection to putting my dick inside him. Before I knew it, Vance dropped his robe and was on all fours atop his bed. “I’m prepped and ready,” he informed me. “Some guys just unzip and stick it right in, but you’re welcome to strip down. I can tell you’ve got a hot body under those clothes.” I dutifully complied, tossing my clothes on a chair and stepping up to the plate. Vance’s hole was red and slightly puffy, the hallmark of a recently used cunt. “You already got some cock today?” I asked inserting a finger and withdrawing it covered in thick, white cum. “Yeah,” the faggot turned back with a sly smile. “Yours will be my fifth load today.” Jesus, that was hot. It brought me back to tag-teaming twinks in my frat house basement. “Fuck, you’re big,” Vance gasped as I shoved my cock inside him, pushing my cock into his warm, wet cunt until my balls were mashed against his hole. I normally start out slow with my wife, allowing her to adjust to my big dick. But this faggot didn’t need that. His used hole was primed and ready. I grabbed him by the hips and began to pummel his ass. “Yeah … fuckin’ breed my hole,” the faggot begged, turning back to look at me as I pounded his ass. “Fill me with your seed. I want you to knock me up, just like your wife.” Yeah, me and the four other guys who’ve already bred you today, I laughed to myself. I had to admit his pussy felt fucking incredible. It was no wonder why Dr. Warren sends so many guys to him. I wanted to hold out longer, but it was useless. After months of not seeing a warm hole, my cock needed to dump a load in the worst way. “You ready for my load, faggot?” I asked, feeling the cum rising in my shaft. “Yeah,” Vance moaned, my balls slapping his ass. “Fucking breed my hole. Give me your seed. Put your babies in me.” With one final thrust, I grunted as my balls emptied inside him. “Christ, I can feel you blasting inside me,” Vance exclaimed. My cock felt like a cum cannon as it expelled months of backed-up tension. The pressure I had been feeling in my balls immediately subsided. Relief at last. With my balls fully emptied inside him, Vance popped off my cock, turned around and licked my dick clean. “Fuck,” I exclaimed. “You’re full service.” He gave a naughty wink, slurping down the last of my fertile seed. He noticed I was still hard as I began to dress, stuffing my cock back into my pants. “I’d let you fuck another load into me, but I’ve got another guy on the way. I had to squeeze you in this afternoon as a favor to Dr. Warren.” Vance then led me to his door, telling me to text him to set up another time to breed him tomorrow. “My hole is yours as often as you need it,” he informed me. Suddenly, the front door buzzed. “Sounds like my next guy is here,” Vance announced, opening the door to let me out. To my surprise, there stood Dr. Warren. “Well, I see you took my advice,” the doctor laughed. “And I’m glad I did. My balls feel much better,” I reported. “That’s great news. You wanna stay a bit longer and we can tag team the faggot together?” asked Dr. Warren. That was a no-brainer. And so Vance led us back to his bedroom where the good doctor and I took turns breeding the faggot’s used, sloppy hole.Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. 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