Doctors' Orders: Twink Rubdowns
The clinic's doors are locked, the 'Closed' sign flipped. Inside, the air is thick with anticipation and the scent of disinfectant mixed with sweat and precum. Two twink patients, their bodies bare and vulnerable, await their medical 'treatment.' The doctors, their eyes gleaming with lust, approach, their hands gloved, ready. They start with gentle touches, exploring every inch of the twinks' bodies, their fingers tracing the lines of their muscles, their palms cupping their balls, their thumbs rubbing the slit of their cocks. The twinks moan, their hips bucking, their cocks leaking. The doctors, their professional demeanor cracking, lean in, their tongues flicking out to taste the salty precum, their lips wrapping around the throbbing shafts, their throats swallowing them whole. The clinic echoes with the sound of wet, sloppy blowjobs and the doctors' grunts of pleasure as they fuck the twinks' mouths.