Samuel adjusted his bowtie, grimacing at his reflection. Why did I agree to this...? He asked himself for the hundredth time that night, sighing as he fixed a few stray hairs on his head. Tonight was his date. His date with Dr. Ampora, the very man who'd been having casual sex with him for several weeks. This entire situation just screamed awkward.
He had a lot of questions that remained unanswered; mostly tedious things like who will pay for the date and whether this place was classy or not and if maybe he should have gone with the blue bowtie instead of the red one. Another sigh escaped his lips; shaky and unsure. How exactly do you greet somebody like that? Would a simple 'Hello' suffice? What kind of gay greeting should he use?
"Hello," Sam replied to the swarthy dentist, shaking his hand inelegantly. They sat down almost simultaneously, not uttering any other words than that. How uncomfortable. Voices of strangers whispered and laughed and sighed all around him, and he couldn't help but tug at his collar a little as the reality began to settle in. It wouldn't take a detective to realize that this night was going to be ridiculously cumbersome for both parties.
"So, um," The taller began, scratching the back of his head. "How long have you been a dentist...?"
Ampora didn't respond, just circled the rim of his wine glass with his finger and glanced toward the other man. "Would you like to just get out of here?" He replied in his accent, quirking a brow gracelessly. Sam nodded quickly, actually feeling relief that this night was being cut short.
"My place?" He asked, and was replied to with a haste nod.
Sam chewed at the sheet, stifling a series of ragged breaths and shaky groans. "No... I don't want that..." He said pitifully, glancing back at the dentist, who had a new-looking toothbrush dangling dangerously close to his no-no zone.
"I think you're due for a cleaning..." Ampora muttered, sending shivers down Sam's spine. He keened as the bristles of the brush scraped against the walls of his rectum, instinctively leaning back onto the pressure. "You like that, don't you? You like the dentist... The way he cleans your teeth... Fuck, you love that toothpaste, don't you..." He mumbled, slowly thrusting the utensil in and out of his poophole.
Sam crooned, feeling beads of sweat trickle down the sides of his face. "N-No... The toothbrush is too small..." He whimpered, tugging at the sheets to hopelessly keep his shaking body still. Ampora nodded, fumbling at a table to the side and retrieving a random tool. It turned out to be a dental spatula.
"Just a little more preparation... then we can move to the real thing..." He said, inserting the spatula into Sam's anus without hesitation. Sam grunted in response, squirming on the bed and gripping at the pillows. Ampora used the toothbrush and the spatula to stretch his butt to an appropriate size before pulling them out and tossing them onto the floor. He began squirting some liquid on his hand and thrusting his fingers into Sam's pooper.
"What is that..?" Samuel asked, watching the dentist with one eye open.
"Fluoride." He responded, smirking at Sam's loud moan as he hit a sweet spot in his bowel. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the tip of his dick, gently rubbing it at his puckered love hole and eliciting erratic breaths from his companion beneath him. After a few moments, he finally began letting his length in and out of Sam, occasionally hitting his prostate and making the other man gasp for air.
"Ouch, ow, no-" Sam protested, squinting at the pain and feeling tears surface from his eyes and drool trickle down his chin. "Ahh," He whined, sadly crying as the tears fell from his eyes that he cried from, painfully. That dick in his butt hurt a lot, and they had never used a toothbrush before. It had really burned his butthole when it had scraped his insides, but he was too embarrassed to tell him.
They came together after a few thrusts; collapsing on the bed beneath them, sweaty and breathless.
"Why are you crying? I thought you like that." He said, wiping the tears from Sam's eyes and smiling sympathetically. Just that alone was enough to make the pain lessen. The doctor had really nice teeth, after all.
"I did." He replied, chewing his lip hesitantly. "Youre really hot you know."