Ricky, a fresh-faced young man, lies on the examination table, his heart pounding as Dr. Pingerphuk begins his 'physical.' The doctor's hands are cool, clinical, yet they send shivers down Ricky's spine as they trace his ribs, his abdomen, his thighs. He pauses at Ricky's crotch, his fingers brushing against the growing bulge. Ricky gasps, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. Dr. Pingerphuk's eyes meet Ricky's, a silent question passing between them. Ricky nods, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, eager for the doctor's touch to become less clinical, more intimate, more... thorough.