Andy Ford lies face down, his lean body tensing as Alan Caine's skilled hands work their magic on his flesh. The massage starts innocently enough, but as Alan reaches Andy's lower back, the masseuse's breath hitches, and his strokes become more lingering, more purposeful. Andy's jockstrap tents, betraying his arousal, and Alan can't help but trace the outline of Andy's thick cock with his fingers. The room grows hotter, the air heavier, as Alan's massage becomes more and more intimate, his hands slipping beneath the fabric to stroke Andy's hard, aching cock. Andy bites back moans, his body twitching with pleasure as Alan expertly works him over, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.