The physical therapy position Mitch hadn’t minded. He’d been to the rehabilitation facility himself—it was where they met—and he knew first hand that nothing suggestive or lewd went on in the large, open room where everyone underwent treatment. But the thought of a massage parlor called up in his mind a dark room where naked men rubbed oil onto each other’s bodies. A combination bath house and sweat lodge, where a simple massage could easily delve into sex. He’d never had a professional massage, but being with Daryl, he didn’t need one—many evenings when he came home tense from work, Daryl was there with warm, lubricated hands, ready to knead the muscles in his shoulders and back. Usually one thing led to another, and the two of them wound up in bed together, Mitch pressed against the mattress moaning with delight as his lover’s cock filled his ass.