Tyler Saint, the strapping twink, arrives for his 'massage' appointment, eager to feel those skilled hands exploring his body. The room is dim, the air thick with the scent of oil. The masseur, another handsome young man, begins at Tyler's shoulders, working his way down, his slippery palms caressing Tyler's smooth skin. He lingers on Tyler's pecs, teasing his nipples, before moving lower, tracing the lines of his abs. Tyler's cock twitches, growing harder, straining against his towel. The masseur smiles, his own bulge evident. He leans in, whispering, "You have such a beautiful cock, Tyler." He reaches under the towel, wrapping his hand around Tyler's throbbing shaft, stroking it slowly. Tyler moans, his hips bucking slightly. The masseur leans down, taking Tyler's cockhead into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Tyler gasps, his fingers tangling in the masseur's hair.