Idle Fantasies: Doctor's Deception

Dakota Payne steps into the exam room, and there’s Michael Boston already waiting. They shoot the shit for a minute, then Dakota explains he’s just filling in. He tells Michael to strip down and slip into the gown; he steps out, but he can’t stop himself from cracking the door open for a look. Damn. Michael’s body is covered in ink, smooth and tight, and Dakota’s already thinking about getting his hands on it. Back inside, Dakota runs through the quick questions, all business on the surface. His fingertips, though, linger a little longer than they need to on Michael’s skin. Heart, lungs, throat—nothing special until Dakota casually tells Michael to ditch the gown. Michael shrugs it off. Dakota snaps on the gloves, and his eyes flash. Gloved fingers trace lower. He cups Michael’s balls, strokes his cock, and sure enough Michael gets hard fast. Dakota grins like it’s nothing new. He has Michael roll onto his stomach, spreads him, and the exam turns filthy real quick—lube drips, a finger slides in, then another, working Michael’s hole open while Dakota’s own cock strains against his scrubs. Pretty soon Dakota’s dick is out, and he’s pressing it between Michael’s cheeks, pretending it’s just another instrument. Michael moans, realizes what’s happening, and pushes back for more. Dakota takes the hint, fucks him deep doggystyle right there on the table, then flips him over and pounds him missionary, watching every tattooed inch of Michael’s body flex. Dakota lies back, lets Michael squat over him and ride, thick cock stretching that slick hole. Michael hops off for a sloppy blowjob, then climbs back on in reverse, grinding until he shoots all over the table. Dakota grabs him, flips him again, drives in hard, and finally pulls out to paint Michael’s face with a heavy load. Checkup complete. Both of them grinning like they just got away with something.