The doc roughly dug into Tanner's back muscles again, dragging a groan from Tanner's throat.
"Ughhh, f**k, that's good," he grunted. "Mmmm, yeah, I can't wait to tell them how blind they've been."
Paul stopped mid-motion.
Tanner craned around again. "Oh, unless you don't want me to?" he asked innocently. He could see the color start to rise in Paul's face, like he was holding himself back.
Just like a fiddle. f**k, closeted fags are so easy to spook.
"I think we're done here," Paul said blandly. "How does it feel now?"
Tanner shifted until he was sitting on the exam table and rotated his shoulders and neck sensually. "Oooh, better," he cooed. "Those hands of yours are magic."
He swung his legs out to brush Paul's side. "Do you have any other magic parts?"
Paul quickly stepped back,
