In the quiet clinic, Angus shifted on the exam table edge, his old college buddy Legrand flashing that knowing grin. "Angus, you drag your boy Marcus in here after he comes out? Wife's orders, I bet. Let's see what this prostate ultrasound uncovers – might explain a few things." Marcus, lean and sharp-eyed at eighteen, crossed his arms. "Dad, this feels off. I'm not some experiment." Legrand chuckled, gloved hands steady. "With someone safe like your dad guiding you, you explore those urges without the mess of strangers. Angus, trust me – you'll know exactly why your son likes a firm touch there." Angus, straight-laced but sweating already, felt his cock twitch hard under his slacks as Legrand's fingers brushed it casually. "Legrand, this is crazy. I'm not... but damn, it's been a while since anything stirred me like this." Marcus hesitated, voice low. "Not with my dad, doc. That's the line." Legrand's eyes sparkled with quiet thrill, stroking Angus's now-rigid cock through fabric. "Horny as hell, aren't we? Marcus, feel how wet and dripping this is getting – your ass could take it slow, make him pant." Angus groaned, trying to muffle it in the small room. "Fuck, Legrand, your hand... it's too much." They eased into it: Marcus on the table, Legrand directing Angus's hard cock toward his son's ass in a hesitant push. A blowjob followed, Marcus's mouth working while Angus panted, "Quiet, clinic walls are thin." They came hard, cum spilling wet and dripping down thighs, bodies sweating and horny, all sounds stifled. Legrand watched, amused. Finally, father and son shared a lingering kiss, eyes promising far more once the door locked.
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