Toothpaste, Part Two

Toothpaste, Part Two

Nicky Noxville

All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI’s do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I’m not going to say don’t try this at home but take care of yourself.

All my characters are of legal age, and you should be, too—do not read my stories if you are under the legal age in your country/area. Any resemblance to real persons, locations, or events is entirely coincidental.

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I was sitting in the parking lot of my dentist’s office, my eyes going back and forth between the clock in my car and the front door. Absently, I took the toothbrush from my backpack and attempted to get a little more toothpaste from the tube. I squeezed, and twisted the tube, finally getting an amount about equal to a grain of rice to spread across the bristles of the penis-like toothbrush my dentist had told me to use with it.

With a groan of relief, I leaned back in my seat and thrust the brush into my mouth, the bristles spreading the meager amount of paste across my tongue on its way to the back of my throat, spreading a weak trail of bubbles in its wake. I just sat there, pulling the toothbrush out and then thrusting it in, getting a little deeper every time.

Muffled laughter brought me back to my senses, and I looked over to see some guy with a skateboard laughing at me. I pulled the brush from my mouth and held it up.

“It’s a toothbrush!” I yelled though the glass. “I was brushing my teeth!”

“Whatever, dude,” he said, walking away and chuckling. My face burning red, I returned the toothbrush to my backpack. I looked at the clock and I was late! I’d been brushing my teeth for fifteen minutes! I shut off my car and rushed inside.

“I’m sorry, I’m late,” I said to the receptionist as I approached him. I felt my chubby start to swell, growing into a full erection as I talked to the man behind the counter.

“That’s okay. We saw you out there,” he said with a little smile. I blushed, feeling my cock start to throb in my pants. “Room three’s all yours.”

“Uh, thank you,” I mumbled, turning to head back to the same exam room I’d been in just days before. I was getting random erections like when I was going through puberty, which seemed a little odd, but not really like a big deal. I walked into the room and paused. It looked different. I realized that the dentist exam chair was gone, and a more normal looking medical examination table was there. I shrugged and took a seat at the end of it, reaching down to keep absently rubbing my cock through my jeans. I kept thinking about the receptionist. Something about the way he had looked at me was making me feel… I squeezed my cock and moaned… I wasn’t really sure how he made me feel.

“Good day, Mr. Jones,” Dr. Reynolds’ voice brought me back to awareness. I looked over to see his eyes focused right on my lap, where my hand was gently squeezing my bulge. I pulled it away and sat up straighter, shifting to try and hide my erection.

“H-hi, Doc,” I greeted him, trying to pretend like he hadn’t just caught me in a compromising situation.

“How’s your gag reflex doing? You’re back a little sooner than I expected,” he added.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” I said, my face going red.

“No, no, think nothing of it. It’s not a bad thing,” he eased my concerns.

“O-okay. It’s doing a lot better, I think. I haven’t been able to test it much.”

“We can help you with that. Now, why don’t you remove your clothing and we’ll get you taken care of.” I stood up from the table and started pulling off my clothes.

My dentist is going to see my penis!

I pushed my pants down, and it slapped up against my stomach, dripping with precum.

“I, uh, I’m sorry, Doc,” I apologized again.

“Don’t worry about it, Dustin. It’s perfectly normal. Now, on the table, hands and knees, if you will.” I obeyed, crawling onto the table and staying there on my hands and knees. I could feel my erection hanging, heavy and hard, between my legs, precum dripping to the surface of the exam table with occasionally audible plops.

“What ar—“I was cut off as Dr. Reynolds shoved two fingers into my mouth, pressing them down my throat until his hand was pressed against my face. I closed my eyes and sucked on his fingers, excited that he was managing to get them all the way into my throat.

“Mmmmmmmm!” I moaned around his fingers as he wiggled them around. He thrust in and out of my mouth for a few more minutes before pulling his hand free. I watched him pick up my shirt and wipe my saliva from his fingers.

“Well, the initial testing seems promising,” he explained. “But I think you might need a more thorough examination to make sure your gag reflex is truly cured. What do you think, Dustin?”

“Unh, yeah! Please, Doc, make sure it’s gone. I don’t want to have a gag reflex anymore.”

“I promise you, Dustin,” he said reassuringly, opening a drawer and pulling out a familiar looking tube of toothpaste. “By the time we’re done today, you’ll be able to fit whatever you want into your mouth without ever gagging.” He pulled a little remote from his white coat pocket and hit a button on it. The table I was on started to lower, slowly, with a faint mechanical hum.

Lower.

Lower.

Lower.

Dr. Reynolds stepped up in front of me, and my eyes were level with his crotch. My eyes were fixed on the long bulge running across it until his hands came down and broke my view.

“Wow, I didn’t know that it could go this low,” I commented, watching him unzip his fly and pull out his penis. It was bigger than the one that had come through the hole in the stall yesterday, I thought, staring at my dentist’s penis.

“It’s a very versatile piece of medical equipment,” he said, opening the tube of toothpaste and squeezing a line of familiar glittering, purple toothpaste down the length of his hard cock.

Did he mean the table, or his cock? I thought deliriously as I watched him take a finger and start smearing the paste all around his erection, coating it. I licked my lips. How many bubbles would that much toothpaste make? He stepped around me, out of sight, and then I felt fingers on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and then there was a warm, wet swipe right across my asshole, and the fingers let go.

My ass started to tingle. It felt good, like, bubbles.

Tingling bubbles on my asshole.

Fuck! It felt good! My asshole felt good!

My cock was bouncing and leaking between my legs as the doctor came back into view. I was panting, my eyes locking on to his glittering, purple erection.

“Open wide, Dustin, I need to make sure your gag reflex is really gone,” he said in a deep, commanding voice. My jaw dropped open, a string of drool running from the corner of my mouth as he got closer. Before it met my lips, he grabbed my head and held me in place so that he could thrust his entire cock right down my throat.

My head exploded with bubbles, and I squealed around his cock until it got so deep into my throat that it cut off my ability to breathe or make a sound. His pelvis pressed against my face, and I felt the soft material of his pants, and the hard metal of his belt buckle, and then he pulled back, back, back, leaving only the head of his penis in my mouth, leaving behind an emptiness, a hole in the bubbles.

It felt wrong!

He thrust forward again, stuffing that empty space with his penis.

Penis and bubbles!

My eyes rolled back in my head. It felt so good! Every time my dentist pulled his penis out and thrust it back in, it felt even better. All the while the tingling on my asshole was growing more and more intense, driving a desperate urge to cum.

Penis!

Bubbles!

My asshole!

“Well, I think I can safely say that we have cured you of your gag reflex,” he said, panting, and then pulled back until just the head was in my mouth again.

So empty!

Need it back!

I was so desperate for it that I didn’t hear him moaning, and then something else was pumping out if his penis, filling the emptiness, shaking up the bubbles like a bottle of soda.

He’s cumming! I realized. I’d never tasted any cum but my own before, but his cum was… It was full of bubbles! I felt so good, so horny! I just swallowed his cum and moaned.

He pulled out, and I just kept swallowing cum and toothpaste, hunching and rocking my hips as my asshole tingled with a frustrating intensity, making my cock jerk and gush between my legs.

I watched my dentist put his penis away.

“Are you all right, Dustin? You look uncomfortable,” he said, looking concerned. “I thought you’d be happy we got rid of that pesky gag reflex of yours.”

“Ohhhhh, I am,” I crooned, “It’s just… My ass… It… It itches! Awww, Doc, my asshole itches so bad! It’s making me so horny! Fuck! I’m horny, and my asshole itches!” I babbled

“Shhhh, it’s okay, Dustin. I’ll get someone to scratch it for you, just relax.” He walked over to the wall and spoke into an intercom. A moment later, the receptionist walked into the room.

“Yes, Doctor?” He asked politely, glancing over at me and sneering.

“I seem to have accidentally spilled a little toothpaste on Mr. Jones’ asshole. Would you be so kind as to help him with the itch?”

“Of course, Doctor,” he said, reaching down and starting to unbuckle his pants. I watched with rapt attention as he unbuckled his belt, then pulled off his shirt, dropping it to the floor before unbuckling his belt and allowing his pants and boxers to fall.

His penis was bigger than Dr. Reynolds’ had been!

“Ohhh, fuuuck, my hole, it itches!” I cried out, rocking my hips in needy circles.

“I’ll need some lube, Doctor,” he said, giving his erection a few gentle strokes. Dr. Reynolds looked around, and then seemed to realize something.

“Here,” he said, pulling the partially used tube of toothpaste from his pocket. “You can use this.” He handed it to the receptionist, and he stepped around behind me, out of sight. I stared forward in horror, in excitement, in desperate need.

Something hard pressed against my asshole, the tube of toothpaste, and I moaned in surprise as the contact soothed the itch.

Then he squeezed.

“Ohhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhwoooaaahhhhwoooahhhh!” I cried out as bubbles exploded, spreading through my insides. The doctor reached out, and I watched him pull his hand back holding a crushed, empty tube.

He’d used all of it! He put all that toothpaste in me!

And then his cock pressed against the bubbles and parted them as it thrust into my ass.

Slowly.

Smoothly.

Unrelenting.

Purple toothpaste squishing out around it as he stuffed it into me.

“Whoaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I growled in contentment. It was just like with my mouth, only so much hornier.

Penis and bubbles.

Penis and bubbles.

Penis and bubbles.

And then he pulled out and left just the head resting against my gaping, needy hole.

So empty! A hole in the bubbles.

Emptiness that needs to be filled.

He thrust back into me violently, eradicating every bit of space until it was all penis and bubbles again.

Out. and in.

Again, and again.

Needing it more, and more.

“Unnnhh! Yeeeeeaaaahh! Ohhhnhnnn, fuuuuuuck, yeeeeeessssssssss,” I hissed, taking delight as my dentist watched his receptionist fuck a tube of toothpaste into my guts.

It felt so good! I was going to cum!

“Next time, faggot, I’ll just cum right in your pussy,” he said, pulling back, leaving only the tip inside me, the emptiness a void I desperately needed filled. His cock head moved in jerky, erratic movements, and I realized that he was jerking off, getting ready to squirt his cum into the emptiness his penis had left behind.

Like my dentist had done with my mouth!

“Unnhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhh! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I trailed off into squeals of ecstasy as his cock started jerking against my hole and pumping my guts full of cum, and bubbles, and so much pleasure that I couldn’t contain it, my own cock exploding between my legs to hose down the examination table.

“Mr. Jones snap out of it,” Dr. Reynolds was saying loudly, standing right in front of me. “Your appointment is over, you can go home now. We’ll see you next year for your regular examination and cleaning.” He started to walk out of the room. His receptionist was already gone, I realized with shock.

“N-next year?” I asked, shocked.

“Yes. Your gag reflex is gone. We’re done,” he said, still walking away.

“But I n-need more toothpaste!” I cried out. He turned and looked back at me, smiling.

“No, you don’t need any more toothpaste. You just need cum now. Good day.” He resumed walking off.

“But—”

“I said good day.” He left the room, leaving me shocked. I climbed off the table and noticed my cum covering the pleather surface.

It was like someone shook the bottle again, the bubbles inside me going crazy. I grasped my cock as it surged back to life and leaned in to lick my cum off the table, taking delight in the pleasure it gave me to eat it, in the bubbles that my own cum was filling me with. I started thinking about what he had said, about me needing cum, and I realized that it was going to take a lot of cum.

How am I going to get that much cum?

 

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