Jonas had researched many different religions after he moved out of his parents' home. He had become very disgusted with his former faith when the preachers at his church had started speaking out against homosexuality. The derogatory, mean things people had said were heart breaking in many ways. After carefully thinking about the alternatives he concluded that paganism was the perfect way for him to worship and follow his beliefs.
Browsing through the mall bookstore he noticed a book with a bright blue and red cover,
Finding your Soulmate and Love on the Astral Plane
, sounds promising thought Jonas to himself. As he picked up the small book from the store shelf.
"Will this be all sir?" Asked the clerk.
"Umm, yes. Thanks." Jonas mumbled as he was digging through his pocket for his wallet.
"Oh, hey, I know someone who changed his whole life with this book. There is a great candle spell in the back.' The clerk blurted out as he bagged it up.
"Well thanks again." Jonas quickly walked to the door, feeling awkward.
When he settled into his desk at home, he casually set the book aside. It was buried under a pile of papers on his desk forgotten.
It had been several months since he had went out on a date or met anyone who he was interested in. The need to be discreet and his loaded work schedule made it difficult to get out and socialize.
Weeks later, Jonas was going through his mail when he noticed a package wrapped in plain brown paper. It did not have a return address on it and looked suspicious. For reasons he could not explain, he felt compelled to open it. Inside were two red candles and one green with gold stripes. "How strange," thought Jonas to himself.
There was a small machine printed piece of paper in the wrapping paper. The note read "Find your perfect lover, Astral Spell candles."
"O.K., this is weird." Jonas sighed, bewildered, and ran a shaking hand through his short brown hair. His light brown eyes fell on a corner of the book he had purchased then tossed aside without a second thought.
Flipping through the pages he came upon a section entitled, "Meeting Your Soulmate on the Astral Plane." Glancing over the section and the accompanying ritual, he thought that it did not look too difficult. "I'll do it!" Jonas spoke aloud.
He prepared for the evening ritual with great seriousness. Jonas made a purifying bath with sea salt, set up his altar space, and smudged the ritual area with sage. Thoroughly, he followed the instructions outlined for the ritual. After lighting his candles, he slipped into a meditative trance and allowed his astral body to detach from his physical body.
Jonas realized he was standing on an unspoiled beach with a small beach house a short walk from the gently rolling surf. Feeling drawn towards the 50's style bungalow, he walked up the wood steps to the wrap around porch and knocked on the front door.
"Come in!" shouted a friendly masculine voice from the depths of the house.
The some hesitation, Jonas opened the creaky screen door and stepped inside. "I'm in here," said the voice, "making a drink."
Following the mysterious voice, Jonas made his way to a retro style kitchen decorated in pastel shades.
A tall man with a muscular build and long, dark hair was forcing fruit into a blender while draped casually in a small white towel. He turned to glance at his guest. "Jonas, I was expecting you. I see you received the candles I mailed you." His strong, fine boned face lit up with a smile of welcome.
Jonas was dumbfounded. "You sent me the candles? How is it possible?"
After a brief moment, the interesting stranger handed Jonas a drink. "Come out with me and I will be happy to explain." He led Jonas into an airy sitting room. His broad back of sculpted muscle seemed to fill the doorway as he passed through it.
"My name is Matthew. I am human, like you, merely visiting the astral plane. I located you by using a pendulum and the guidance of the spirit. Does this upset you?" Matthew asked with concern.
"I am amazed that the spell I worked brought me to a real person. And I am shocked that none of this is some weird coincidence." Jonas felt attracted to Matthew's hard body, exposed to advantage by the towel. "I am not sure what to think right now. I have never had an experience like this before. It is a bit unsettling. However, if I wasn't interested in meeting you I didn't have to accept the invitation."
"I am pleased you decided to join me here, for an astral blind date. I don't believe in coincidence, fate is another matter though." A quick flash of humor showed in Matthew's jade eyes. "Would you like to walk out to the beach?" He asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.
"Certainly, let's go." Jonas was completely infatuated by unusual man and felt an instant knowing that this truly was his soulmate.
The sun was moving lower in the sky. The horizon turned red, purple, and pink in the glory of a perfect sunset on the ocean.
Matthew reached out to grasp Jonas' hand tentatively and guided him towards a prepared spot on the beach where a blanket had been spread on the sand. Tugging his hand, Matthew drew Jonas down to the blanket. He released his towel and leaned back exposing his sleek body to Jonas' eyes.
Jonas gazed at the incredible body laid before him like a starving man at a banquet. His cock grew heavy with anticipation. He hastily removed his ceremonial robe. His body was light skinned but well toned.
Matthew's eyes glinted with mischief; he picked up a handful of sand and let it trickle through his fingers onto Jonas' stomach.
Jonas grabbed Matthew's hand and pulled their hard bodies together. He kissed Matthew, plunging his tongue into his mouth; tasting the sweet, intoxicating fruit drink. Matthew returned the kiss, laving Jonas' tongue with his. Their stiff erections brushed against each other.
Matthew gently pushed Jonas back against the blanket. He pressed small damp kisses in the tender spot under Jonas' ear and licked a hot wet trail down his neck. Jonas groaned with pleasure at the erotic sensation. Matthew continued trailing his moist tongue down Jonas' chest. Lightly brushing the sand off his stomach, Matthew circled his navel, marking a wet path down to his groin.
