A blue-eyed boy, throbbing with anticipation, lies on the cold, hard table in the makeshift clinic. The room is filled with the scent of antiseptic and the hum of distant frat parties. His eyes lock with the ash-blond twink's as the latter approaches, a stethoscope draped around his neck, a playful smirk on his lips. The boy's heart pounds as the twink's fingers, warm and gentle, trace the lines of his body, dipping beneath the thin sheet. The clinic's door is locked, but the boy's mind is open, ready to surrender to the twink's expert touch and the taboo thrill of their gay encounter.