Two doctors, both gay and closeted, find themselves alone in the hospital's basement morgue. The older, silver-haired doctor, a veteran, watches the younger, dark-haired doctor, new to the staff, examine a cadaver. He's seen this one before, a young man who'd died in a car accident. As the younger doctor leans in, his gloved hand brushes the corpse's cock, causing it to twitch slightly. The older doctor smirks, "Looks like someone's responding to your touch." The younger doctor blushes, but the older doctor sees the lust in his eyes. He moves closer, whispering, "I've done things with him... things I shouldn't have." The younger doctor's eyes widen, but he doesn't pull away as the older doctor reaches around, untying his lab coat. They kiss, hungry and desperate, hands exploring each other's bodies, their erections pressing against their scrubs. They undress quickly, the older doctor pushing the younger onto the cold metal table. He leans down, taking the younger doctor's cock in his mouth, sucking and licking until he's hard as a rock. Then, he lubes up and slides inside, fucking him missionary style, their bodies glistening with sweat and lube, the younger doctor's cries of pleasure echoing in the cold, sterile room.