“And Eduardo Silva is down! He is being escorted off the
field… what happened? We can only speculate what made him suddenly collapse
like that.” Those same thoughts were running through Eduardo’s mind. The medics
gave him a cursory look, and were almost certain what was wrong with him. They
would have to call in an expert.
This game was supposed to finally rocket Eduardo’s fame in
the football world. He already had a huge amount of buzz, thanks to his
handsome looks, excellent performance, and natural charm. Even though he looked
like a movie star, he was a devout Catholic and swore off all partying,
alcohol, and sex. This “good boy” personality won him a lot of fans. His finely
muscled body was ideal: he was lean except for his extra-powerful tree trunk
thighs. Gossip magazines also loved to publish pics of him, pointing out his
gargantuan ass and how perfect it looked no matter what he was wearing. Eduardo
tried everything to obscure it, but it was the kind of thick Latin booty that
can’t be ignored.
And now that same booty was causing him problems. The
itching had been going on for months. Eduardo ignored it. It got worse, until
it was a constant, almost painful, drone in his hole. Eduardo prayed every
night for it to stop. He prayed to God that the wetness would end as well,
convinced that it was a result of his sins. Through sheer force of will,
combined with Catholic guilt and denial, Eduardo was able to make it stop… or
so he thought.
Dr. Carson, normally calm and collected, yelped out “Impossible”
when he saw Eduardo. Face down on the hospital bed, on his knees, that
extra-thick ass raised in the air and arched perfectly. The nurses had to use
scissors to remove his shorts, almost as if his ass got even BIGGER since he
put them on. Those two massive melons were parted, revealing a gaping, dripping
pink hole. Quite frankly, it was like a waterfall of shiny, sticky fluid oozing
out of his hole like molasses. It was, by far, the most severe case Dr. Carson
had ever seen.
“Call every male staff member, nurse, even janitor here. I
think we are going to need everyone to treat Eduardo.” The hunky, muscular
nurse grabbed his substantial bulge in anticipation. He ran out of the room
with a huge grin on his face.
Eduardo started to groan, or was it sobbing?
“No, God, please forgive me...”
***
By the end of it, every available male in the hospital had
had a go at Eduardo’s famous muscle butt. Evens some patients, the ones who
hadn’t jacked off in weeks due to casts, were finally given relief. The whole time,
Eduardo prayed out loud, begging for forgiveness from God.
“He’s stabilized now, but if he continues to reject getting
treatment it can only get worse from here. These severe attacks could become
monthly.”
Eduardo refused. The only thing he needed was more prayer,
God would not curse him with such a terrible fate… His prayer masked his
deepest, darkest secret: treatment was quite enjoyable.
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