My Steamy Story: ignacio a fit straight naive boy goes to...

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Okay bestie, let me spill the tea about my shift at Dr. Rafael’s office yesterday. It was low-key the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me, no cap.

So this guy Ignacio comes in, looking all sheepish and naive AF about a rash. Total himbo energy, but like, sculpted by the gods. Dr. Rafael, my boss—who I totally stan—gives me that look. You know the one. He tells Ignacio the rash is in a, uh, sensitive area and he needs to do a full skin check. Period.

Ignacio’s just like, “Okay, doc,” all trusting. My heart was literally pounding. Rafael has him strip to his boxers and lie down. I’m supposed to be assisting, taking notes, but OMG. When Rafael’s gloves snapped, I knew. He started with his chest, all clinical, then his hands drifted lower. He was like, “Just need to check the inguinal region, son.” Ignacio’s eyes got so wide when those fingers slipped under his waistband. Sheesh.

Then Rafael nods at me. “Hold the light closer, please.” My hand was shaking as I moved in. I could see every ridge of Ignacio’s abs clenching, the tent in his boxers growing. Rafael’s thumb brushed right over the head of his dick through the fabric and Ignacio let out this shaky gasp. Rafael just kept going, whispering, “We have to be thorough.” I was so wet watching his expert fingers work, feeling the vibe in the room shift from medical to downright sinful. Iconic.