When Marcus first met top-rated masseur Mr. Stone, it took everything the young twink had not to openly stare. Now, at this point in his life, Marcus had been in the presence of tall, broad-chested men before, of course, but Mr. Stone was in a league of his own. The older gentleman’s giant, dinner-plate sized hands alone were remarkable enough, but Marcus had never seen a man so powerfully built. And yet, after the first time Marcus got a massage from Mr. Stone a week or so ago, he was delighted by how gentle and careful the rugged-looking elder could be.