The two men locked eyes as Kevin finished undoing the button on his trousers. As he started to lower his zipper Dr. Hill intervened. “Are you positive you want to do this, Kevin?” The older man asked. Kevin could only nod sheepishly before his zipper was unfastened. His trousers hung open, each flap slightly askew revealing the bulge beneath.
Dr. Hill took hold on Kevin’s pants, slowly but meticulously bringing them towards his ankles. Then down past his feet. Kevin lay on the bed in his boxers and tee shirt. He was blushing, a deep crimson embarrassed blush, one Dr. Hill found to be among the most adorable expressions a face could produce. Kevin’s hands returned to his boxers in order to attempt to hide his bulge once again. A coy effort, of course, as Kevin had been the one to instigate the situation.