The Massage Exchange

It was early December, and the weather was still temperate. The boys honored their ancestors by pouring libations, making offerings, and thanking their beloved dead both known and unknown. It was Eddie’s idea to have a massage exchange and sex magick rite on their coven’s full moon Esbat. Jessica was in Somerville tonight. This was a brothers’ working. Tony, Noah, Cory, and Jonathan had all finished their time on the table, and Eddie was the designated witch to be a vessel to release their spell. Tonight, they were focusing on New Year’s resolutions and desires for the upcoming year.

Eddie lay face-down on the massage table, surrounded by his friends. Cory worked on his shoulders while Jonathan rubbed his feet.

Tony and Noah stood on both sides of the table, their cocks resting in Eddie's hands. Noah’s was soft and fit easily into Eddie's palm; his smooth, warm balls were squishy, like a rubber stress toy.

Tony’s lay hard and heavy across Eddie’s forearm, the thick shaft—all nine-and-a-half inches of it—reaching almost to his elbow. The room was low-lit, draped in shadows that seemed to absorb the outside world, making this space feel dedicated only to their shared intimacy.

A faint, earthy scent of warm olive oil infused with sandalwood and vetiver hung in the air. As Cory’s strong fingers worked the tension out of his shoulders and Jonathan smoothed the soles of his feet, Eddie let himself sink into the familiar comfort of the exchange.

But it was the twin weights in his hands—Noah’s soft, squishy warmth and Tony’s heavy, hard presence—that truly anchored him. This wasn't just a release; it was a sacred connection.

He felt intensely loved and comforted, wrapped in a deep, shared companionship that settled the noise in his head. In this dark, safe place, surrounded by his faerie brothers, Eddie felt completely cherished. This was the ritual, and this was his world.

There were four bodies moving around him in a constellation, but they felt like one heart beating, their procession keeping with the rhythm of the cosmos. Eddie wasn't just being pampered; he was being seen, accepted, and loved by the four people who knew him better than anyone else in the universe.

Eddie rolled over onto his back, shifting the anatomy out of his hands. He stretched out, gazing up at his four friends who were gathered over him in the dim light. The magick in the room was overwhelming as he looked at their faces.

Jonathan crawled on the table, lifting Eddie’s legs in the air while Tony took one and Noah took the other. Cory stood at the head of the table with his hands gently but firmly placed on Eddie’s chest. Eddie reached his arms over his head and took hold of Cory’s hips while Jonathan started stroking Eddie’s hard cock.

As the orgasmic energy started flowing out of Eddie and into the men, they started forming a Reiki bubble, one they would release as Eddie started ejaculating.

Eddie’s mouth opened and his eyes rolled back into his head. He started gooning out and felt himself falling into trance. Time slowed and Eddie could hear the hum of the Universe buzzing in his ears.

“Oh, holy fuck!” Eddie shouted as the men braced for the orgasm. “I’m fucking going to cum right nowwwww!”

As Eddie’s cock erupted, his cum started spurting on everyone. The men closed their eyes, and all took a deep breath. With one long exhale they released the bubble and sent their intention into the multiverse.

The spell was cast, and Eddie, as the vessel, collapsed. Without a word, the guys simply relaxed.

Tony stepped away to grab a towel, Jonathan leaned against the wall, and the heavy, intimate mood shifted gently into one of satisfied quiet. The ritual was done, and they all needed a moment to breathe and just be together.

About half an hour later they sat in a circle sipping fresh coffee and passing a joint. Same altar as always. Eddie was still zoned out from the intensity of the ritual but deeply satisfied.

“How are you doing, Eddie?” Tony asked.

“Aw, I’m fine,” Eddie started to respond. “I’m just having strange dreams lately.”

“What kind of dreams? What are they about?” Jonathan inquired.

“Well, I am in a mall. And I am confused. I feel like someone is watching me or following me but I can’t see them. It’s spooky,” Eddie said, glancing at Tony.

“Are you still traumatized from our mall adventure?” Tony laughed.

Eddie smiled back. “Naw, I’m over it. Some weird shit has been happening with my work, though — I keep getting no-shows. It’s happened several times over the past month. That never happens. I am starting to feel like whoever keeps scheduling an appointment with me and not showing up is the same guy from different numbers. I did a reverse look-up on the numbers with White Pages, and it looks like they’re Google numbers. Those cannot be traced. So, I am kind of pissed. And a little broke.”

“Do you need some money?” Noah piped in.

“Naw, Bro, I’m good. I’ll survive like I always do. I just don’t like the vibe I am getting right now. Something is off and I need to find out what’s going on,” Eddie said, followed by a sigh.

“Why don’t we all do divination on it, guys?” Tony added. “I will lay down some cards for you, dude,” Tony said as he winked at Eddie.

After Eddie hugged and kissed them all goodbye, he stumbled around his apartment tossing dirty laundry into a rainbow-colored IKEA bag that Cory gave him. Then he fell asleep sprawled across his man chair.