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In a dimly lit room, a muscular, tattooed hunk in a tight tank top and shorts works his magic on a twink's body, the young man's smooth skin glistening with oil. The masseur's strong hands glide over the twink's chest, down his abs, and pause at the waistband of his shorts. The twink's cock twitches, straining against the fabric, eager for more. The masseur grins, his eyes locked onto the twink's. He leans in, his voice a low growl, "You like that, don't you?" The twink bites his lip, nodding. The masseur hooks his fingers into the twink's shorts, pulling them down, revealing his hard cock. He strokes it, feeling the twink's pulse quicken. He then turns the twink around, pushing him forward, his ass in the air. He spits on the twink's hole, rubbing it in with his thumb before pressing his cock inside. The twink gasps, his body tensing before relaxing into the sensation. The masseur begins to fuck him, his hips slapping against the twink's ass, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. The twink reaches down, stroking his cock in time with the masseur's