Chapter 1: The Examination
The clinic door clicked shut behind them, the sterile scent of antiseptic mixing with the faint musk of three men in close quarters. Angus, mid-forties and still carrying the broad-shouldered frame of his college days, shifted uneasily. Beside him, his son Marcus—eighteen, sharp-eyed and already taller than his father—glanced around with a mix of curiosity and nerves.
"Legrand, you old dog," Angus said, extending a hand. "Wife's idea. Says the boy needs a proper check after coming out. Figured you'd know how to handle it without the usual awkwardness."
Dr. Legrand, his old college friend with a sly grin that hadn't faded in twenty years, leaned back against the exam table. "Awkwardness is my specialty, Angus. Marcus, hop up. Let's see what's what. Prostate ultrasound—standard for a young man exploring new... territories."
Marcus climbed onto the table, his voice steady but laced with hesitation. "This feels weird, Dad. Not exactly how I pictured my first medical anything."
"Safe hands," Legrand murmured, gloved fingers starting the exam. The ultrasound wand pressed in, and Marcus let out a soft gasp. Angus watched, his breath catching as the screen lit up. Something stirred in him—old memories of Legrand's teasing touches back in their dorm days, now twisting into something hotter, forbidden.
Legrand's eyes flicked to Angus's tightening pants. "See something you like, old friend? Your boy's responsive. Horny little thing, isn't he?" He withdrew the wand slowly, then reached over, fingers brushing Angus's cock through the fabric. It was already hard, throbbing against the touch. Angus froze, straight-laced hangups warring with the sudden rush of heat. "Legrand... this isn't—"
"Shh. Clinic walls are thin. Muffle it if you must." Legrand's hand slipped inside, stroking the hard length with deliberate slowness, precum already dripping. "You know why he likes it—because it's safe. With someone who cares. You could show him. Explore together."
Marcus propped up on elbows, panting lightly. "Not with my dad. That's... crossing lines."
Legrand chuckled, the sound low and amused, clearly enjoying the tension. "Lines blur in here, Marcus. Your father's cock is hard for a reason—horniness overpowers the doubts. Let him feel how wet and ready you are." He guided Angus closer, the dad's hand trembling as it touched his son's ass. Marcus didn't pull away, instead leaning in with a witty retort: "If we're doing this, Doctor, at least make it worth the family therapy bills."
The air thickened. Angus's cock, freed now, pressed against Marcus's ass as Legrand stroked both, encouraging. Marcus turned, taking his father's cock into his mouth for a hesitant blowjob, tongue swirling while Angus groaned, trying to stay quiet. Sweating, they moved—Legrand's fingers guiding, the son's strong grip pulling Angus deeper. Panting filled the room as Angus thrust, his cum building, dripping down Marcus's chin when he came. Marcus followed, his own release wet and hot, bodies slick with sweat.
Legrand stepped back, satisfied. "See? Natural."
In the afterglow, Angus and Marcus shared a tentative kiss, lingering, with hints of more to come beyond the clinic's walls.
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