to be with danger

the test

Narrowing his eyes, type stood before the cup to where he needed to give his specimen, to then shake his head.
Signing, he looked down to see he was only semi hard.
Type wrapped his arms about himself to grit his teeth.
Not this fucking shit again! Why can't I get it up! I've been doing so much better with becoming fully erect when.....
Types eyes widened when his dick started to get a bit more hard when he started to think of Mr. Tyme.
Type rolled his eyes to then close them to grab the cup to then sign has he started to stroke.
To his mind, he was starting to fantasied.
Type turned his head a bit has he imagined Mr. Tyme to be there begined him to be at his ear.
"Make your cock hard for me. Know you can."
Type shuttered has his erection started to get even harder, he then lifted his head back to really start to stroke.
He then imagined Mr. Tyme moving his bottom lip about his ear lobe and placing a hand over his to help with this action..
"You always want my cum, mm....I want to see yours. Cum for me type."
Type then hung his head to quiver his seed into the cup, to then open his eyes to feel disgusted with himself.
He shook his head to then place the cup to the table to eye to sign.
It worked, get over it.
Type then fixed himself to then have grabbed a tissue to pick up the rest of the residue and and to clean up behind since he had gotten really wet.
Throwing it away, he then turned to then be to the doctors office to be sitting down with his arms crossed to be staring at the floor and hard.
Type then snapped his head up to eye has the doctor came in with a clip board to be really eyeing the lab work.
Type watched the doctor, with his heart beating out of his chest.
"So....."
The doctor sat to continue to eye.
Type gritted his teeth.
"Doctor!"
The doctor looked up with a widened brow.
Type took in a deep breathe to give him an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry, I just....."
"We ran that pregnancy test you wanted and no you are still not pregnant, you really do need to think about condoms."
Type took in a deep breathe.
"The other results?"
The doctor looked back down with a surprised expression.
"You are capable of getting a woman pregnant, this is a bit surprising. Pregmans are not designed to get another pregnant but to become pregnant."
Type couldn't help but smile to then eye the floor.
"Thank you."
Type then got up to go about.
The doctor then got up.
"Wait."
Type stopped before the door to then turn eye him.
"If you keep having un protective sex, medication I prescribed for you may make you sick. It is designed to help you when you're not having sex, since you started to. I just wanted you to know that "
Type looked over the doctor to then nod to turn to then leave.
The doctor signed to then sit.
Type then went to his car to keep that smile on his face.
He's eyes then widened to gulp has he felt a hand to his throat, type then looked to the rear view mirror to then sign to then look forward.
"What the hell!"
Mr. Tyme lightly laughed to then go to his ear.
"Someone didn't listen, you were suppose to be home with a sea food dinner for us. Mm.... Why did you see your doctor?"
Type rolled his eyes.
"None of your god damn business! Let me go!"
Mr. Tyme laughed again to then bring his other arm about, type peered his eyes down with a furrowed brow, to then part his lips to then widen his brow to start to breath shallow.
"What...... Are you doing with a knife!"
Mr. Tyme started to move the point of the knife up and down, to then go to the first button to then take it off to then go down to the other.
"Mm, someone should have listened."
Type rolled his eyes to then take up his hands to stop this action to eye it.
"Mr. Tyme, stop this and let go! You have no right to nnn...."
Type winced has he felt his neck being squeezed a bit, Mr. Tyme then started to move his bottom lip up and down his ear lobe.
"Has your lover I have ever right."
Type signed and hard.
"You are not my lover! Now let go you piece of....."
Types whole body shook a bit has Mr. Tyme used his knife and quick to take off his other buttons to then use the pointy end to move it up and down types chisled body, to then move it up to go about his nipple to use the coldness to make it erect, to then move it slowly down to undo types button to his pants to then toss the knife down to then shove his hand in to then start to play with a very hardened cock.
Type pressed his head to the seat to close his eyes to moan.
Tharn then took his tongue out to use the tip of it to move it about his ear.
"Want me yet?"
Type growled a bit to continue to moan.
Fuck!
Type then brought up his hands to pry mr. Tyme away to then move back to place his hands to his shoulders to then move him down, to then lay to his own back to place his hands to his pants to stay to un do to gulp has his body was starting to take over.
Mr. Tyme eyed this to smile.
"Someone really wants my cock."
Type rolled his eyes to then move up a bit to place a hand to his neck to then place his other hand to his pants to take them down with his boxers away to really stare into Mr. Tymes eyes.
"All your fucking fault!"
Type then wrapped his legs about Mr. Tyme, to then let him go to wrap his arms over his eyes to take in deep breathes.
"Just fuck me.......ugh..... Tharn!"
Tharn smirked to then pummel himself in to then take types arms away to then place then too either side of his head to go up and down with the friction to dart his eyes over him.
"To have my cock, you need to call my name and you need to look at me."
Type rolled his eyes to then lift his head up to then become lost with this.
Tharn looked him over to go down to start to kiss at his chest.
I see we need to have a serious talk, after.