Milk their cock like an udder

You don't really want to risk catching the infection, but seeing this infected in such need fills you with pity. Perhaps you don't need to fuck them persay, just alleviate their lust. You eye the cock and then the latex gloves in the box.

With a snap around your wrists you get close to the infected. They thrust their ass in your direction, but you push it back, keeping it in place. It's a little difficult to get the rubber bands off, since they're bound tight and overlap each other, but with some effort they slide off one by one. The infected moans as their red cock is set free, and it begins to leak a continuous dribble onto the concrete. It takes a minute or two for the cock to go back to normal, but blood rushes back eventually. It's rather cute. It's four inches long and one inch thick, with a uncircumcised tip that makes it look like a hot dog. Strangely, it doesn't look like it belongs on this body, as if it was someone elses originaly, but you shrug that away to infected shenanigans. With your hand you scoop over then under them and wrap your fingers around the short, thin shaft, pointing it at the ground like you would a nozzle. It feels soft and virgin. You pull the straining cock downwards, and immediately a rope of cum shoots from the tip. Even with this, the dick remains "hard". There is plenty more cum to milk from this poor creature.

You continue to milk the infected for around another twenty to thirty minutes. The poor thing is an endless squirt, the jizz piling up under them in a large yellowish-white puddle. With each spurt they groan gutteraly.

"Ah! Yesssss... yesssss!"

Soon their whole body is trembling, but especially their legs; they're shaking like leaves in the wind, and occasionally the knees bend sharply and threaten to buckle. Wet droplets drip from under the tape, staining it a darker brown. You keep pulling and squeezing, twisting it lightly in a corkscrew fashion. Slowly the stream of ivory abates no matter how much you wank them, leaving the cock raw and clammy, but definitely satisfied.

"Thaaaaank... youuu..."

You're surprised at the words of gratitude, but then you smile and pat them on the butt, smearing some cum that got on your gloves into their skin. Carefully you take them off and put them back in the box. You consider not putting the rubber bands back on, thinking it's a little cruel, but you eventually relent and wrap them back on, albeit a little less tight than before. The infected doesn't resist, so it's probably okay.

Your work here done you continue on down the street.