The clinic door closes behind the last patient, leaving Mike to clean up the mess of scattered charts and discarded gowns. His mind races with the day's events - the way his friends' eyes dilated with desire, their breath hitching as he touched them, their subtle (and not-so-subtle) advances. He can still feel the heat of their bodies, their hardness pressing against him. His own cock throbs, tenting his scrubs. He leans against the exam table, untying his scrub pants, letting them fall to the floor. With a sigh, he wraps his hand around his thick, leaking cock, stroking it firmly, imagining his friends' eager mouths and tight asses. The clinic echoes with his grunts and the sound of his hand working his flesh, until he comes undone, painting the exam table with his hot, white load.