One of the great secrets of a good massage is time – as Martin Muse quickly discovers when he encounters the talented hands of new boy, Justin Radol. Indeed, there’s nothing rushed at the start of this particularly horny rendezvous. Muse heads for the shower-room, where he genteelly soaps himself down; and Radol delicately prepares the massage-table, lighting candles to add to the mood of the occasion. If you’re thinking that this relaxed atmosphere holds out for the rest of the scene, however, then prepare for disappointment. The return of Muse – now squeaky clean and clearly as excited as fuck! – turns up the dial considerably; and before you know it, Radol is making a beeline for the fellow’s crotch. Little wonder, of course, given the very handsome shaft that’s straining for attention. Indeed, the rest of Muse’s body hardly gets a look-in; and soon Radol is nicely working his client’s cock, not only with his hands but with his lips also! Given the fact that Muse is already clearly feeling the horn big time, it’s no surprise that he’s soon determined to take full advantage of his mate’s services; bundling Radol over the table, fingering and rimming the fellow for all that he’s worth, and then finally squeezing every inch of his now badly-swollen ramrod into the blond boy’s arse. Indeed, any sense of procrastination is now long since abandoned; as Muse proceeds to slam the newbie for all he’s worth, ultimately pushing the fellow to a deserved crescendo. That leaves our stalwart to eagerly wrap things up by creaming Radol’s well-worked hole with a very generous wad!