In the dimly lit back room of a seedy pawn shop, the air is thick with anticipation. A muscular, straight man lies face down on the massage table, his body tensing as the gay shop owner begins to work his magic. The gay man's hands are skilled, firm, and oh-so-wandering, tracing lines down the straight man's back, over his ass, and down his thighs. The straight man's initial stiffness gives way to soft moans as the gay man's touch ignites a fire within him, blurring the lines between straight and gay, innocent and taboo.