How I Became a Breeding Bull, Ch 2 – Phillip’s Decision
Monday morning, I was able to get into to see the doctor, because they’d had a cancellation, and I could fill it easily, once they knew all I wanted was to be checked for sexually transmitted diseases.
When the doctor saw me, he asked if I was at risk for an exposure.
“No, I still use condoms religiously, but a couple having trouble with conception is considering me to father their child. I want to assure them that in the process, I won’t give them more than a baby.”
“In vitro?”
“No, in vagina.” I pushed my finger through a circle formed by thumb and forefinger on the other hand. “The husband is what he describes as a willing cuckold and he wants to watch.”
The doctor paused. “Are you sure?”
“Asked him myself before I gave it a test run with the wife. She wanted to see how he reacted before giving him another man’s child he’d be obligated to raise for eighteen years. He seemed to enjoy himself, although he was having difficulty maintaining an erection when he tried screwing her after I’d had my way with her. Performance issues, I suspect. Apparently, he’s about half my size and I really made his wife scream while I fucked her. He listened to the whole thing on the phone. What do we need to do to assure them I have a clean bill of health?”
“Urine, semen and blood tests should do it, plus a visual inspection. Take off your pants and drop your drawers.”
This was my regular doctor and he’d seen me often enough he wasn’t surprised when I did. He turned on his light and checked my equipment thoroughly.
“Any burning during urination, any unusual discharge, or discolored urine?”
“No, no and no.”
“Do you urinate in a steady flow, suffer from frequent urination, or have to get up more than once to urinate during the night?”
“Steady flow, what would you consider frequent, and once I hit the rack, I don’t have to get up until I wake up in the morning.”
“If you don’t get up to urinate at night, we can consider that not frequent.”
“Then no.”
“Any pain during ejaculation and does your semen appear to be its normal color?”
“No and yes.”
He drew a couple vials of blood.
“I’m going to do a PSA test to check for possible prostate problems.”
“What’s PSA?”
“Prostate Specific Antigens. The number should be rather low unless you’ve got prostate cancer or a prostate infection. It’s unlikely to have prostate cancer this young, but it gives us a baseline for your normal antigen levels for when cancer is more likely to show up; anytime after forty.”
He had me bend over, jellied up his gloved finger and prodded my prostate with an uncomfortable amount of pressure until some fluid appeared on my cock, which he collected on a microscope slide. He handed me some tissues to wipe off the lubricant.
“You’ve never done that before,” I said when he told me I could dress again.
“It pays to be thorough and you should plan on that to happen annually once you reach a certain age. You need to be checked for lumps on your prostate, just like women need to be checked for lumps on their breasts. Prostate cancer is one of the most common cancers among men. Once you hit forty, expect to have a colonoscopy regularly to ensure your colon and rectum don’t develop polyps which can develop into colorectal cancer. Growing old is a bitch, my boy. A little prevention is worth a ton of cure. I want you to give me two clean samples of urine. The directions are in the bathroom there. You can leave the samples in the little window and someone will collect it shortly.”
“How soon before I get the results?”
“You can pick up your paperwork on Wednesday afternoon. You don’t need an appointment, just come in any time after lunch.”
“Thanks, Doc. I’m surprised you didn’t say anything about my plan to breed another man’s wife.”
“Would it do any good if I did?”
“Probably not.”
“I know when I’m wasting my breath.”
******
Sharon, my gym fuck buddy, eagerly knocked on my door at nine, stripping off her clothes as soon as I closed the door, making a beeline for the bed.
“You’re overdressed,” she said, “for what I have in mind.”
“Not so fast, sweetheart. I like foreplay too.”
“What did you have in mind?”
I opened my mouth to a big O and mimicked sucking.
“You don’t expect me to get that slab of meat in my mouth, do you?”
“We won’t know until you try and I’ll return the favor.” I stuck my tongue out until I touched my nose.
She laughed. “Fine. You still need to get undressed.”
Smiling I removed my clothes until said slab of meat was out, breathing fresh air.
“It’s just as nice as I remembered it,” Sharon said. “Come to Mama.”
I walked over to where she sat on the bed and let her play. Try as she might, Sharon could only get the head and another two inches inside her. You see now why I briefly considered the idea of one woman for the rest of my life. I let her polish the knob for several minutes, entertained by her attempts.
“Are you ever going to cum?” Sharon asked. “My jaws are getting sore.”
“Not until it’s buried to the root in something.”
“That’s certainly not going to be my mouth,” Sharon said. “I’ve tried and it’s not going.”
“Your ass?” I asked hopefully.
“Has any woman ever let you fuck her ass with that thing? Tell the truth.”
“About twenty-five percent, roughly. No anal virgins, but women who like anal sex anyway have tried it and liked it.”
“Well, I’m an anal virgin, so I guess that means it needs to go in my cunt, because I’m certainly not letting you be the one to pop my anal cherry.”
“The trials and tribulations of being a well hung stud,” I said, forlornly, a hang dog look on my face.
“Give me a break,” Sharon laughed. “How many times a week do you get laid?”
“Total numbers, or different individuals.”
“Both.”
“Two to three times a day, rarely less than once, three to four different ladies per week. As you recall from yesterday, I can fuck for a long time without cumming, otherwise the total numbers might be higher. You orgasmed like six or seven times in the time I fucked you. I fuck you twice, you’re ready to fall asleep you’re so exhausted. It happened on Friday night, the poor woman didn’t make it back to her husband before dropping off.”
“You fucked a married woman?”
“With her husband’s permission.”
“You dirty dog.”
“Tonight, I’m your dirty dog. Are we going to fuck or what?”
“You promised to lick me first.”
“Promised, or merely suggested?”
“I took it as a promise. I don’t care what you want to call it.”
I pushed her back on the bed, grabbed her ankles and stretched her legs wide. My lips and tongue attacked the source of her tangy nectar.
Several orgasms later, Sharon stated, “You’re almost as good at that as you are at fucking.”
“Let’s check out that hypothesis,” I said.
I rolled a condom over my cock and slowly submerged it into Sharon’s tight sheath. After fucking her for an hour, I asked, “What’s the verdict, cock or tongue?”
“Cock, definitely cock,” she moaned.
I slammed into her one last time as I throbbed my load into the rubber. She spasmed again.
“So tell me,” I asked when her orgasm ebbed, “are you tired.”
“Exhausted.”
“Now you know why the wife fell asleep. Of course, I had to fuck her again in the morning.”
“What did the husband say about that?”
“I wasn’t privy to that conversation with his wife, but I asked his permission first and he said ‘yes’, so he didn’t raise a stink with me.”
“Why would he do that?”
“Perhaps he wanted his wife to experience what you did.”
“Awfully generous of him.”
“I don’t understand it myself, but considering how often I fucked around on my wife, I shouldn’t raise a stink if she wanted to cheat on me. Let’s just say it’s complicated.”
“You’re married?”
“Not anymore. Annulled as of Friday.”
“Thank God I didn’t fuck a married man. That would be low.”
“She still forgave her best friend for fucking me, but that was the last straw as far as I was concerned. Unless you want to spend the night, you might want to go back to your room, but I warn you, if you’re still here in the morning, I will fuck you again.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“A promise. I need to maintain my bad boy reputation.”
“It’s an early start tomorrow. I guess I’ll leave. Can we set another date for tomorrow night?”
“What time?”
“I don’t have to entertain clients tomorrow night. Take you out to dinner?”
“I’m game. I’ll be ready by five.”
“I’ll meet you down in the lobby at 5:30.”
“Take care, Sharon,” I said as she left.
******
Another good work out the following day. No women using the hotel gym, though, just men. Disappointing, but at least I could look forward to the evening. Or so I thought. I received a call from Sharon at around three telling me we had to postpone our plans; a client had a problem with the software just installed and she had to troubleshoot the problem until a solution was found.
“It could end up being an hour or seven. I’ll call you back if it’s less than two, but I anticipate longer and I don’t want you on the hook. I’ll make it up to you on Wednesday. I’ll even spend the night.”
“If I’m available,” I replied, “I’ll be happy to take you up on your offer.”
“If? You aren’t planning on replacing me already, are you?”
“I was planning on replacing you the moment I met you, darling. I already told you I’m not marital material. I’m a bee looking to pollinate as many flowers as possible and taste as much honey as I can. Don’t look at me as anything other than a sex toy you have to share with a lot of other women. If I’d met another woman in the gym today, I would have spent the afternoon boinking her before we went out. About all I’ll promise you, is if we make a date, I’ll keep it, but not if it’s a date for a wedding.”