The clinic's fluorescent lights buzz overhead as Keith and I, in crisp white coats, usher in our next patient, a slim, nervous twink. Our eyes meet, a silent understanding passing between us as we start our 'examination.' We run our hands over his body, feeling his heart race, his breath hitch. Our voices lower, our words laced with innuendo as we explore his lithe frame, our erections straining against our scrubs. The room fills with our heavy breaths, his soft moans, and the rustle of fabric as we give in to our desires, turning this medical check-up into a steamy, forbidden encounter.