Dr. James' gay clinic is always filled with the moans and gasps of young, eager twinks, but today, he's the one in need. He locks the door, leaning back in his chair, his white coat open, exposing his tented pants. He pulls out his phone, scrolling through photos of his patients, their smooth skin and tight bodies sending waves of desire through him. His hand reaches down, stroking his cock through his pants, then inside, feeling the heat and velvet smoothness. He imagines the twinks, their eyes filled with lust, as he fucks them on his examination table, their cries of pleasure echoing in the room. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he nears his climax, his grip tightening, his strokes faster.