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My First Visit with Dr. Taylor


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My Fourth Visit with Dr. Taylor

"I'm really worried you're about to lose your boyfriend," Dr. Taylor said, frowning.

I was in his office again. My pants were at my knees and I was holding my shirt up to just above my nipples like he said to do. I was in a pair of his size small underwear he'd sold to me. A jockstrap more than underwear, but the waist was so tight on me we could both see my fat spilling over. Dr. Taylor pinched it.

"He can only be so patient with your 32" waist. These underwear are so comfortable on me. Imagine, I'm taller and older than you, but I manage to keep my waist at 29" because I care about myself and I have proper self-discipline. Two areas you're apparently weak in. Dress and sit down. Each moment it feels too tight, each moment it hurts, reminds you of how you're at risk of failing to be a good boyfriend. Even right now, he'd have every right to dump you."

"I understand," I said, feeling the underwear squeeze me in the wrong places.

"Regarding your food diary, take a break on that because you're going on a liquid fast. Here is a sheet with the details of where to get what you'll need. I hope you like meal replacement powder in water because it's all you're going to eat for a couple of weeks, except for every third day where you'll eat nothing but fiber supplements and water. Now give me the money for my underwear."

I handed him the cash and in exchange took the diet plan, surprised to feel myself smiling. He smiled right back.

"How does it feel to be receiving his ejaculate orally?"

"I think he's a lot happier with me because of it. His ejaculations seems to be bigger now than when they were just on my face, and he's louder."

"Good," said Dr. Taylor, "but please be aware of your sexual language here. I didn't get my Ivy League degree just to be brought down to some base level."

"What did I? I mean, sorry."

"Now regarding anal activity, you said before that he told you from the beginning that he doesn't use condoms, correct?"

"Yes, he told me that."

"Isn't it good that he was so direct and honest with you? That's an excellent quality in a boyfriend."

"Yes."

"Have you told him you always use condoms?"

"Well, no, just that I move a bit slower in getting to fuhh...anal activities. Which is true."

"So he fully expects and looks forward to you receiving his penis anally to ejaculation at some point, yes?"

"Yes I think he does."

"And he knows you're HIV negative, correct?"

"Yes he does, I mean he has talked about how he could pull out before ejaculating and how there is very little virus in pre, um, ejaculate."

"He's right. So let's focus on the fact that his goal is not to give you HIV. His goal is to penetrate you anally. And for him, and he was very open about this, he does not use condoms. His goal is to penetrate you, giving both of you an intense, pleasurable experience. In a way, his goal is to do this once, because once he does it once, he knows and I know and I told you, you have already experienced all the risk you will ever experience in that one moment. Mathematically, you could do it hundreds of more times and your risk would never exceed that of the original penetration and ejaculation. If anything, your risk would lower due to the fact that feeling anxiety can lower the strength of your immune system, like when you are worried and stressed and find yourself with a cold. That's happened to you, right?"

"Yes, it has," I said, clearing my throat. I thought maybe he'd offer me a cup of water but he didn't. The underwear was pinching.

"So we all want you to relax. And you'll feel better when you do. You might get rushes of fear as you realize you are relaxed. It might feel like your guard is down and anything can happen, but that's what falling in love is all about." At that, Dr. Taylor reached over and tousled my hair and gave me a big smile.

I blushed and looked down at my shoes, but then couldn't help but look up at him again to see if he was still smiling. It reminded me of the big smile my boyfriend gave me when I first swallowed his ejaculate.

"We have a few more minutes today, time for a simple exercise. First let me ask you if when it comes to anal penetration to ejaculation, are you scared of HIV or are you scared of intimacy?"

"I think I'm scared of both."

"Yes, you are, and that's very unfortunate and something we'll need to work on so you get what you deserve in life."

I waited for him to say that what I deserved was intimacy, but he didn't, though of course that's what I assumed he meant. That's why he didn't need to say it. After all, we just had a few minutes left.

"If you had to choose between being penetrated by a condom or a penis, in this case your boyfriend's penis, which would you choose?"

"I don't know."

"I figured you wouldn't so here." He handed me a condom that he had fished out of desk drawer."Put this inside yourself now."

I stared at him, puzzled.

"Oh, you'll unwrap it first, of course," he said, pressing it hard into my palm. I felt his finger pushing down through the wrapper, his fingertip lined up with the center of the condom. Then he let go and pointed to the door.

"Use the bathroom down the hall. It's well lubricated and your underwear is open in that area already. Go ahead now."

I walked down the short hallway into the bathroom. With just a couple minutes left in the appointment, I hurried to push it inside myself. It went in easily. I figured I'd unroll it so the end could hang out of me and the length of it could be inside me, like if there were a penis there. I pulled my pants back up. The condom tickled as I walked back.

I guess he could tell I'd done it by the embarrassment and confusion on my face so he didn't ask me to show him.

"Would you rather be penetrated by a condom or by your temporary boyfriend's penis?"

"Temporary?"

"Everything is temporary. It's just a question of how long the temporary is. It could be 40 years. It could be 40 hours. But it will be much closer to 40 hours than 40 years if you tell me you would rather be penetrated by a condom than by your boyfriend's penis. You can't choose both. And life can be a lot easier for you when you have less choices. It can be less stressful and you can be much happier and be a much better boyfriend and person like I know you can be. Like I personally want you to be."

"His penis."

"What about his penis?"

"I would rather be penetrated by his penis than by a condom."

"I see," he said, writing notes in my file.

"We have a few seconds left. Stand up. Face the door. Lower your pants and lean forward slightly. Stay facing the door."

I complied.

While he didn't touch me, I felt him close to me. And I felt the condom being pulled out of me slowly. And I heard him through it in the trash.

"See you next time."

"Yes, Dr. Taylor," I said, pulling up my pants and walking out without looking back.

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Perhaps the hardest thing about writing porn is building the suspense and excitement gradually. Most writers are tempted to cut to the fuck too quickly. The journey is often as exciting as the destination and curiousnegbottom is writing this like a master class!!

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I'm usually not into long multi chapter stories, but this story is great! Wonderful buildup, can't wait to read more! You are doing an excellent job curiousnegbottom!

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I'm usually not into long multi chapter stories, but this story is great! Wonderful buildup, can't wait to read more! You are doing an excellent job curiousnegbottom!

I must echo Bart's comments, Curiousnegbottom, and add that you have an exceptional grasp of how to integrate dialogue into the story. Keep up the good work!

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My god, excellent story and superbly written! I need to work on improving my style now after seeing this cuz it's fuckin' HOT!

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I must echo Bart's comments, Curiousnegbottom, and add that you have an exceptional grasp of how to integrate dialogue into the story. Keep up the good work!

Dildo, I mean ditto on what Hotload84 said!

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