Queer Boy Magick

The following afternoon… Jessica and Jonathan had gone home. The mats were rolled. Eddie already had two clients that day and was ready to relax when he got a text: “Hi, my name is David, and I wanted to know if you had time this afternoon for a massage.”

Eddie was tired, moody, and ready for a weed gummy but was broke and there were bills that needed to be paid. He texted back and scheduled the appointment. He grumbled back into his massage room and reset. About an hour later, the door buzzed, and Eddie let the new client into his building.

When Eddie answered the door, he froze.

Eddie had encountered beautiful men before, but this was different; David was a physical specimen of such perfect, disciplined structure that he seemed unreal, like Superman come to life. He was tall and dark; his intense gaze and powerful physique radiated an effortless charm that was almost blinding like a Greek god. He looked like he had just come from the Y and was holding his gym bag in his hand.

"Hey bro, come in. Please make yourself at home!" Eddie said with a boyish grin. "What’s your name again?"

The man said, “My name is David,” as he entered the apartment.

Eddie was a little flustered. “Damn, this might be the hottest guy that has ever showed up for a massage,” he thought to himself.

David put down his bag and turned to Eddie. “Hey, can I ask you a question about the massage?”

Eddie’s asshole clenched. Whenever a client asked that question, it always meant there was some kind of sex act or kink they showed up wanting to have.

"Oh shit," Eddie thought to himself, "this guy wants to fuck."

“You can ask, buddy, and if it's in my scope of practice, I can accommodate. We can jack off together and everything, but I don’t have sex with my clients. Penetration. That’s the line. Bill Clinton rules. It’s my boundary, but anything else, I am down for.”

“Oh no, I am not here for sex. I wanted a massage; I was just hoping you would allow me to wear some pantyhose while you do it.”

Eddie’s mouth was slightly ajar and for a moment, he had the deer-in-the-headlights expression. “Of course!” Eddie squealed. “You mean you want me to massage you… in your gear?”

David blushed and replied, “Yeah, is that cool?”

"Of course, I can accommodate that," Eddie said. "Why don’t you get naked and put on whatever you want. Lay on the table and relax. I need to pee and wash my hands.”

Eddie charged to the bathroom to prepare. “Oh my gosh, this guy wants to be a sissy with me,” Eddie said to himself. “This is hot as hell.” He walked back into the massage room in the buff and saw David spread across the massage table.

The man’s muscular body was so defined you could see every curvature around his abdomen and pelvis. He had penis muscles, the sexy “V” that led down to his bald pubic area. He was in full gear. He had on a pair of black crotchless fishnet pantyhose and… a pair of gold sequined cha-cha heels.

This was a man and a god both, in his most vulnerable and naked state of being.

"Holy fuck," Eddie thought. "This cannot be happening to me."

He walked up to the table and gently put his hand on David’s chest and said, “Wow, buddy, this is really sexy.”

David was looking up at Eddie with an expression that begged for comfort and approval. Hearing Eddie’s words made him sigh with relief. “I know it’s weird,” David said.

“Wait, what? Who wants to be bored in bed? Not me! You have a beautiful body, dude. Like, probably the nicest body I have ever had the good fortune to touch.”

Eddie looked down at David’s hairless genitals. They hung between his legs like a horse. Eddie, with a gentle caress, slid his fingers from David's heart chakra down to his pubic area, then took David’s cock in his hand and squeezed it. In that moment, Eddie’s mediumship opened up and he saw fragments of David’s life pass before his eyes.

Eddie looked into David’s eyes and said, “You are straight, right? You seem super straight to me, so why did you come to me?”

David looked at Eddie, knowing that Eddie intuitively understood what he was feeling and experiencing. “Yeah, I’m straight. Mostly straight, I guess. But I am curious about getting massaged by a guy and stuff. I have a girlfriend.”

Eddie smirked and replied, “Yeah, but she’s not into this, is she?”

David’s countenance fell and he replied with shame, “She let me fuck her in the hose one time. But she doesn’t know about the heels.”

Eddie felt his heart break and said, “There is nothing wrong with you, man. You like to dress up. Whatever turns you on, turns you on. You shouldn’t feel ashamed of that. It is what it is, and on you, it's hot as hell.”

David laughed and said, “Thanks, man. Yeah, maybe we are just special ed.”

“Naw, not special ed. We are unicorns,” Eddie responded. “The world sucks. People expect men to only behave one way and when they break out of the gender-normative box, it makes them uncomfortable.”

David’s eyes were glazed over by the idea of a world where men didn’t have to hide or apologize for asking for what they wanted.

“Look, I am going to massage you now.” Eddie continued, “I want you to relax and let me take care of you.”

David smiled as if he had finally been seen for who he truly was, not who he had been pretending to be his entire life. “I'd really like that,” he replied.

"Great," Eddie said. "Flip over and put your face in the cradle and we will get started."

David flipped over, put his face in the cradle, and adjusted his donkey dick so it got out of the way.

Eddie said to his Echo Dot, “Alexa, play Temple of Gu playlist on Spotify. Volume three.”

Alexa replied, “Playing Temple of Gu playlist on Spotify.”

Eddie took one more look over David’s body, just to receive the gift God brought him. A man who needed to be seen, heard, and accepted for who he was without shame, guilt, or social stigma.

Sixty minutes later the front door shut, and David was gone.

The apartment, which had been erotically charged with the glam of a Rocky Horror Superman, started to dissipate. Eddie threw himself on his man chair and popped two weed gummies in his mouth.

“Damn,” Eddie said, closing his eyes.