Let’s be honest, if Arthur Kral walked into the room you were sitting in and offered you his massage services, would you refuse? No, I didn’t think so – and neither did Ivo Thomas (unsurprisingly) when the young boy saw this turn of events. In fact, Thomas gives pretty much the kind of response to Kral’s arrival that any red-blooded homosexual would give – jumping up on the massage board with all the eagerness of a doe-eyed puppy and allowing the masseur to rub any part of his body he pleases.
In all honesty, it’s an offer that Kral doesn’t immediately respond to, choosing to massage Thomas’s back rather than the erogenous zones. But given that Thomas is presented only in a jockstrap, with his rounded, perky ass out for all to see, it’s no surprise that Kral’s professionalism is soon put directly to the test. Needless to say, any notion of restraint is quickly put aside, as Kral rushes to Thomas’s cock and smothers it in massage oil. It’s a gesture that signals the green light for both parties to indulge in a full session of cock-sucking and anilingus – not your everyday massage techniques, to be sure, but certainly the kind our horny fans will want to see in close-up!
And director John Smith doesn’t let us down; as Kral uses the oil to firmly thrust his wand into his client’s hungry little asshole. What follows is a simply terrific demonstration of man-to-man fornication, with Thomas straddling every inch of Kral’s knob in a succession of positions; before both guys spit like two sperm whales, then sink, sweaty but combative, into the cum-stained couch!
