"Ah, you bought the white one," he observed, as if it revealed some deep secret about me.
"Yeah, that's the kind I see in a lot of magazines. You can't go wrong with white."
"The color of purity," he said with a sly grin. "It looks really good on you."
I couldn't help but blush. "Thank you. Yours looks good on you too."
"Can I feel it?"
My breath caught in my throat. He was so brazen. He just asked for what he wanted. His confidence got me even more excited. "Uh, sure."
He extended his lithe fingers toward my pouch and hooked them in from the side straps, stroking down against my skin mere centimeters from my raging erection.
"Mind if I feel yours too?" I asked.
He nodded. "Go ahead and touch it."
I reached out and rubbed the line of his fabric, feeling its smooth texture against my fingertips. I could sense the heat emanating from his body.
"Do you come here often?" I asked.
"I see the doctor once a week."
"That frequently, huh?"
The young man nodded. "He's the best."
"And he really is a doctor?" I couldn't help myself from asking. I already knew it was true. He was so good at what he did, I just couldn't believe he'd help guys out for free during his spare time.
"Yep, a urologist," the young man confirmed. "When he's here, he's not acting in his official capacity, of course. He could lose his license. But he uses his skill and experience to help fellas out."
"Interesting."
"Sorry to keep you chaps waiting," a deep voice said.
We both pulled away from each other and tried to look casual, like two kids who'd been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
Doctor Doyle stood in the doorway, looking charming in his crisp white lab coat. "I see you two have already gotten acquainted."
"Not formally," the young man said, extending his hand to me. "Bobby Rogers."
"Thomas Collins," I said, giving his hand a squeeze. "Nice to meet you."
The doctor eyed us both with his kind baby blues. "So, who's first?"
I nodded toward Bobby. "He was here before I was. I can wait outside."
"Well, actually," Bobby said, "I was wondering if Thomas could stay and watch."
That earned a genuine smile from the handsome doctor, which made my heart flutter.
"I'm fine with that," Doctor Doyle confirmed. "Thomas, would you like to watch?"
I looked at both men nervously as they exchanged glances. A secret conversation was being had, spoken with their eyes in a language only they could understand.
"W-w-what, uh, what exactly would I be watching?" I stammered over my words.
"Remember what you witnessed last night in those rooms?" the doctor asked.