Rod Stevens and Nick Taylor

Rod Stevens grips the cold metal of the exam table while Nick Taylor kneels between his spread legs, his fingers slick with lube as he prepares the hole for a bareback fucking. The anatomical posters on the wall track every inch of their movements, Stevens’ hands gripping the edge as Taylor’s tongue traces the rim, then slides inside, fingers already probing deeper. Medical tools lie within reach, the enema bag filling with warm fluid as the first thrust presses against the stretched entrance. No barrier, no hesitation, just the raw, uncut thrust of two bodies moving together.