In their bedroom, Thomas lay on their bed wearing pajama bottoms and a sexy grin on his face.

"You know, Juan, when I asked for a massage, I thought you might wear more than a jockstrap, but now I'm glad you didn't. You've got a nice, big cock there. Sure you're a virgin?"

"Si, I'm a virgin."

"And you want me to make love to you?"

"After I massage you, si."

"Very good. Should I take everything off?"

"Of course."

Thomas grinned. "You're a bad boy, Juan. How'd you stay a virgin so long?"

"I promised my mother."

"What?" For some reason this struck Thomas as so funny, he couldn't help laughing.

"I massage you now." Matt frowned, flipping a laughing Thomas onto his belly.

"Hey, you're kinda rough, guy. Are you licensed?"

"Shut up," Matt snapped.

Thomas laughed again.

Matt pulled down the pajama bottoms and began pouring oil onto Thomas's back and ass. His fingers went into Thomas's shoulder muscles.

Thomas moaned.

Matt worked quickly. In his college days, he'd done massages for a living and was surprised to see he hadn't forgotten his technique.

"Damn, boy, this is good." Thomas shifted his lower body and Matt was pleased to see Thomas's now-rigid cock poking to the side.

"You have a nice cock, mister. I massage it for you."

"How do you massage a cock?" Thomas asked.

"With my mouth."

"Huh. I was right. You're a dirty boy, Juan."

Matt kept working his way up and down Thomas's body. By the time he began kneading Thomas's ass cheeks, Thomas was squirming on the bed.

"That's so good. Oh, fuck...Juan...is that your tongue in my ass?"

"Si, senor."

Thomas's hips rose to meet Matt's tongue thrusts.

"Feed me your ass," Matt said, pulling Thomas's hips to him.

"You're the bossiest massage therapist I've ever met," Thomas said, his breath coming in short bursts.

"Feed me!" Matt slapped his ass cheeks.

Thomas pressed back against Matt's tongue. Thomas felt his balls pulling up and Matt's fingers gripping them as his tongue poked at him.

Matt got to his knees, pushing Thomas's head down low. With his free hand, he started stroking Thomas's ass, Thomas wriggling around, trying to get a finger into him.

Matt reached into the bedside drawer and withdrew lube and an edible condom.

"I want the banana one," Thomas said.

"Sure. Now, suck my cock."

Thomas looked over his shoulder at him.

Matt got off the bed and walked to the side, Thomas's face mashing into the jockstrap.

"You look so hot in this thing, I should make you wear one more often."

"Suck it," Matt said.

Thomas got to his knees, his own cock bobbing high as he got Matt out of the tight white fabric. He got Matt hard and looked surprised when Matt moved behind him.

"You're going to fuck me?" he asked.

"Hell yes, senor. Your turn next."