In the sterile, white world of a gay clinic, the air is thick with a different kind of tension. The twinks, each one more handsome and eager than the last, can't keep their hands to themselves. They're drawn to each other like magnets, their bodies pressing together, their lips locking in passionate kisses. One twink, with a mischievous glint in his eye, slips off his shirt, revealing a smooth, toned chest. Another follows suit, and soon, the room is filled with a symphony of discarded clothing and excited gasps. The doctor's latex gloves aren't the only things getting stretched tonight.