Austin Young

Austin L Young and the bearded man kneel over the examination table, fingers probing the tight asshole of the younger one while the older’s palm glides down his spine, leaving no skin untouched. The medical posters on the wall blur as the slim, clean-shaven man arches into the touch, his legs spread wide for the probing fingers that don’t stop until the first thick groan cuts through the air. No barrier holds them back, bareback, the older’s grip tightens on the younger’s hip as he drives into him with slow, deliberate force, the table creaking under their weight.