So lets be honest, if Arthur Kral walked into the room you were sitting in and offered you his massaging services, would you turn him down! No, thought not and neither unsurprisingly does Ivo Thomas when the young lad experiences that said turn of events. In fact, Thomas gives pretty much the kind of response to Krals arrival as any red-blooded gay man would give jumping up onto the massage board with all the eagerness of a doe-eyed pup and allowing the masseur to rub whatever parts of his body take his fancy. In fairness, its an offer that Kral doesnt immediate respond to, choosing to massage Thomass back rather than any erogenous zones. But given that Thomas is laid out in just a jockstrap, with his pert, rounded ass stuck out for all the world to see, its no surprise that Krals professionalism is soon put directly to the test. Needless to say, any notion of restraint is very quickly pushed aside, as Kral makes a bee-line for Thomass cock and smothers it in massage-oil. Its a move
