Fit For Service

Samuel Colt and Drew Cutler sit trapped in the sterile hush of the doctor's waiting room, the clock dragging its feet. Samuel's predicament weighs heavy—his erection refuses to fade, a relentless throb demanding attention. Drew, ever the opportunist, leans in with a sly grin. 'Let me take a peek,' he murmurs, 'see if I can fix this for you.' Samuel nods, unbuckling just enough. There it stands: his cock, rigid and unyielding, veins pulsing like a war drum. Drew wastes no time. He parts his lips, takes Samuel deep into his throat with a slow, deliberate slide. Samuel groans, the heat enveloping him, Drew's tongue swirling in expert rhythm. Relief surges, sharp and sweet, as Drew bobs faster, hollowing his cheeks for that perfect suction. But the fire catches. Drew's own arousal stirs, his pants tightening around a boner just as fierce, straining for release. Samuel's eyes lock on it, hunger flashing. He drops to his knees, frees Drew's length, and claims it with his mouth—lips sealing tight, sucking with fierce pulls that draw out moans from deep in Drew's chest. Samuel doesn't stop there. He urges Drew to turn, spreads those firm cheeks, and dives in. His tongue probes, laps at the tight ring, teasing and delving with wet, insistent strokes. Drew arches, gasping, the pleasure coiling like a spring. Positioned now, Samuel grips Drew's hips and thrusts home. His cock plunges deep, filling every inch with raw power. He slams forward, hard and unyielding, skin slapping against skin in a frantic cadence. They shift to the exam table, its paper crinkling beneath them, but the pace never falters—faster, fiercer, bodies slick with sweat. Climax crashes over them both. Samuel buries himself one last time, unleashing thick ropes of cum deep inside. Drew follows, his own load erupting in heavy spurts, painting the air with their shared ecstasy.