The Bonfire Boys Chapter 7
This story is the property of the author and is entirely fictitious, created through the mind of the author. Any resemblance to any persons, places, etc., whether real or imagined, is entirely coincidental. This story features gay male characters engaging in sexual intercourse. If this offends you or is illegal where you live, it's your responsibility to close this page.
The Bonfire Boys takes place in a magical, yet somewhat modern, world, and all characters involved in sexual scenes will be 18+ years of age. While there is plan for sex in every chapter, there will also be a fair amount of plot-related stuff or world-building as well as while this story is intended on providing sex to help you get off, it's also a story with a plot beyond "who and where is next?". There are absolutely no plans to have abuse and domination in the story, so if those are your things, this isn't for you.
Characters involved in sex in this chapter: Caleb T. (18); Lucas T. (18); together.
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Chapter Seven.
Lucas is so snuggly, I don't want to let go of him. However, my body has an urgent need of something, so I gently, quietly, let go of him and head to his bathroom. After closing the bathroom door, I go over to his toilet and pee, then flush and wash my hands before returning to the bed. When I reach the bed, I move the lube somewhere it will be within reach while I'm snuggling him. With that in place, I climb back onto bed, pull the covers back over us, and snuggle up behind him again.
Through all of this, Lucas remains asleep, his breathing slow and rhythmic, his body shifting only slightly. He doesn't make a sound, and I gently kiss him on the cheek, feeling his soft skin beneath my lips. I want to go further than just that, but also want to let him sleep. Despite wanting to stay up to make sure he was okay, I fell asleep before Lucas did last night, exhausted from all of my activity yesterday.
Thinking about my activity yesterday reminds me about the thing I wanted to try, and did a little bit, with cycling mana. Just lying here doing nothing isn't something that's easy for me, especially with nothing else to focus on. I don't want to wake Lucas either, since it's not even time for me to start my morning self-pleasure session.
Though he did mention that I could wake him up with sex, so it might not be self-pleasure this morning.
I make sure to get comfortable snuggled up against Lucas, with one arm under the pillows and the other draped over him, my fingers lightly touching his stomach. Ready, I inhale as deeply as I can, then slowly exhale, letting my body relax a bit more as I do. Once I'm relaxed, I begin cycling my mana through myself.
When I was cycling my mana last night, I wasn't doing it as fast as normal due to needing to slow down to be careful. However, I was still doing it a bit faster than was probably necessary, as it made me slow down to deal with it. Today, I cycle it more slowly than last night, finding the speed at which I can sustain it and still move normally.
Cycling my mana isn't the only thing I'm going to do right now, though. There's other things I can and will do. I gently trace my fingers along Lucas's stomach, up to his nipples, then back down to his dick. After gently running my fingers down to the end of his currently-soft dick, I repeat this.
My own erection pops up rather fast, both because of what I'm doing to Lucas and because of me cycling my mana through my mana veins. With my dick pressing against his ass, I want to stop this and just get down to things, but I want to let Lucas sleep a little longer first. I also want to see if he wakes up, especially since he gets hard through my stimulation.
Lucas manages to sleep through all of this, and after around half an hour, I stop moving my hand up and down his body in favor of gently stroking his erection, tracing my fingers along it, feeling his foreskin and head and back down to his base, occasionally working his balls between my fingers. I return to just rubbing his stomach, still cycling my mana through my mana veins. Getting to feel Lucas against me like this is great, as is getting to feel his body with mine and my fingers.
The fact that he's slept through all of this is a little surprising to me, and I know he's not faking it. I can tell when he's awake and when he's asleep, and he's definitely asleep right now. If someone did this to me, I'd have definitely woken up. Nuzzling him a little, I stop cycling my mana through my veins.
What I'm about to do requires a little bit faster movement than what I can manage while maintaining focus on cycling my mana at the moment.
He told me last night that he wanted me to wake him with a fucking, and I intend on granting him that wish. Unless he's changed his mind and didn't tell me, doing this will make him happy, and I want him happy for the discussion we'll have. I didn't enjoy it as much as I could have when we were having sex last night, mostly because I was trying to give him the air of domination he wanted from me, and I know I didn't really pull it off that well. Not only that, but I didn't actually like doing it. I'd rather be more loving, even if rough, and I hope Lucas understands and accepts that.
I toss the blankets off of us, then grasp Lucas's dick once more and feel it for a few moments, how firm yet soft it is. After spending about a minute doing that, I begin gently pulling back his foreskin, rubbing my thumb over the bared, sensitive head of his dick for a few moments. Then I release it and reach forward, grabbing the lube off from where I'd set it.
Kissing Lucas's neck, I shift back a little so that my dick isn't pressed between us, and Lucas stirs some, then stops moving, returning to his gentle sleep. I run a finger down his side, then kiss his neck again before I begin lubing up my dick.
Once my dick is thoroughly coated in lube, I slide two lubed-up fingers into Lucas's ass, just for a little bit of preparation. Then I move closer to him, lifting up his leg as I slowly push my dick into his ass. Lucas lets out a small moan, but otherwise seems to remain asleep.
I continue to push all the way into his ass, and once I'm done, I begin thrusting, slowly at first. A few minutes pass, then I push all the way inside of Lucas and grab him, then pull us onto our backs. Now, I'm lying on my back with Lucas resting on me. I hold him by the sides as I start fucking him a little bit faster and more roughly, and he lets out a few small grunts.
"Unnh!" He quietly moans, his hands moving to mine, holding them.
"Morning," I murmur into his right ear, then gently bite it.
"Mnh!" He softly responds.
Lucas shifts slightly, and I realize he's pushing himself down as I fuck him, and I try to free one of my hands, but he doesn't release it. I guess he's not getting jacked off during this, then, so I instead start teasing his nipples since my hands are near them and he lets me. His ass feels so tight around my dick, squeezing it as if last night didn't happen at all. It's so hot, so slick. I lift my head and rest it against his, wrapping my arms around him despite his grip on my hands, holding him tight.
I reach my climax, thrusting all the way in as Lucas pushes himself down, my first load shooting. Once I finally finish filling his ass with my cum, I nuzzle Lucas and kiss his neck, then nip his ear.
"I love you, Lucas," I murmur as I let my head rest back down on the pillows.
"I love you, Caleb," he murmurs back. "B-before you pull out, um, c-can we stay like this? And, um, talk."
"Sure," I murmur. "I wanted to talk, too. And once we finish, can I suck you off?"
"Only if-if you, um, will do me on, um, my back again," he answers. "B-but not like last night. I-I decided I don't like that. Thi-this was nice, though. I-I want to see your l-love and-and, um, can you, um-"
"Kiss you while fucking you?" I ask. "No extras, no trying to make it seem like you're being dominated?"
"Yes," his quiet voice is quieter than normal.
"Of course, Lucas," I kiss him on the cheek. "I'm glad we both agree on this, that's what I wanted to talk with you about. It didn't make me comfortable to do that, and I only did because you told me you wanted me to."
Lucas lets out a breath of relief, and I kiss him on the cheek again. He pulls off of me, then lies down on his back, his 6.4" long, 1.7" thick erection sticking straight up, his foreskin covering the head of the dick. I kneel between his legs and just stare at him for a few moments. His black hair seems even darker from sweat, his cheeks a little red, his blue eyes curious, loving, lustful, and deep.
"Wh-what's wrong?" Lucas asks, worry filling his eyes.
"Nothing," I smile at him. "Just thinking about how beautiful you are, Lucas."
His face turns an even deeper shade of red, and I shift down and begin licking the bottom of his dick, causing him to sigh softly in his enjoyment. I make sure to lick all around and up and down his dick; top, bottom, and sides, under and over his foreskin, even taking his balls into my mouth for a few moments at a time, rubbing them with my tongue.
When Lucas begins to tense, his breathing turning ragged, I know he's close. I pull his foreskin back and swirl my tongue over the head of his dick, eliciting a soft moan from my boyfriend, then I open my mouth and begin taking his dick into it, licking as I go down. At the same time, I make sure to keep eye contact with Lucas, who uses his right hand to play with his left nipple, his left hand to reach out and touch my hair, holding my head softly but firmly.
I finish taking his dick into my mouth, my nose against his crotch, and begin adding suction, drawing out another soft, erotic moan from Lucas. It doesn't take long for him to reach his peak, softly moaning as he shoots his load. I pull my head up as he peaks, allowing some of his cum to hit my tongue, the salty flavor nice.
Instead of pulling off and fucking Lucas again, I keep his dick in my mouth, this time bobbing my head up and down, going all the way down to his crotch before returning up so that only the head and foreskin are in my mouth. When I reach the tip, I stay for a moment and push my tongue against it, working it under his foreskin for a few seconds before returning back down. Once Lucas begins to breathe a little more heavily again, I stop going all the way down, instead only taking a few inches of his dick into his mouth at a time, moving faster, letting my teeth lightly scrape against his dick.
Lucas softly moans in pleasure at this, but his slight squirms stop, which I take as a good sign. After another minute, I go halfway down on his dick, then gently bite on it. Not too hard, just enough to apply pressure.
"Unh!" Lucas softy whimpers, his right hand shooting to my head, but without any attempt to pull me off.
I look up and meet his gaze, finding him looking quite happy. Taking that as another good sign, I gently move my head up and down, just a small amount. Lucas lets out a sigh of pleasure, and I relax my mouth, no longer biting him, and go all the way down. Once more, I gently bite him, this time adding a little suction to make my mouth feel tighter. At the same time, I move my tongue as much as possible, enjoying the sounds of Lucas's quiet moans.
Soon, his breathing turns heavy once more, his body tensing up. Noticing the sign of his impending climax, I pull back up so only the head is in my mouth, then grab his dick just outside of my mouth, loosening my mouth so that I can pull his foreskin back. With his bare head inside my mouth, I begin sucking and licking.
"Hnh, hnh, hnh, hnh!" Lucas softly breathes as he reaches his climax, his thick, salty cum shooting into my mouth, hitting my tongue and throat.
With his second orgasm of the morning reached, my jaw a little bit sore, I pull off of Lucas, then grab the lube. He lifts up is legs as I begin lubing up my erection, then I meet those beautiful blue eyes of his, staring into them for a few moments.
I don't break eye contact with Lucas as I begin to slowly push my dick into his ass. Since I'm not looking, it does take me a few seconds to actually find his hole, and once the head of my dick is inside, I start pushing all the way inside. Once I'm all the way inside, I bend forward, feeling my position shift inside of Lucas and the feel of his ass growing tighter with it, and I start kissing him. I put my hands on his chest as he puts his on my shoulders, and I lick his lips as we kiss. Lucas parts his lips, and I slip my tongue into his mouth, feeling his with mine, the warm, wet, slightly-slimy feel of it erotic.
We kiss for a few moments before I begin thrusting in his ass, gently and slowly, not rough and hard. This position isn't the most comfortable, but the feeling it gives is still incredible. I slowly move my hands all over Lucas's chest, shoulders, arms, stomach, and neck, our kiss only breaking for air when we need it.
When I feel myself starting to reach my peak, I break off the kiss and focus on thrusting back and forth, staring into Lucas's eyes as he presses his hands against my chest and I put my hands beside his head to support myself. His hands slide down to my sides, holding them, and he lets out a soft moan.
"Mmh!" The slight bite of his lower lip is erotic, and I want to return to kissing him, but not yet.
Instead of thrusting all the way in and stopping when I reach my climax, I continue thrusting back and forth, feeling my hot cum slicking over my dick as I fight to not thrust hard and rough inside of Lucas. Only once I finish do I slide all the way inside, feeling his ass against my crotch, and I meet his lips with mine once more, holding his face with my hands. Lucas wraps his arms around me, doing his best to wrap his legs around me as well.
This kiss lasts awhile, and when I finally break it, Lucas smiles at me.
"I love you, Caleb," he whispers.
"I love you, too, Lucas," I whisper back, then give him another kiss. "I'm going to wipe my dick off, then go for my morning run. Why don't you take a shower and clean up? Or at least, clean up back there while you wait for me?"
"But no sex in the shower?" He asks, his quiet voice touched with desire to do just that.
"Yeah," I kiss him on the cheek. "I'm meeting Ethan and Daniel in a bit, and while I can recover just fine before we do anything, I think if we have sex in the shower, I'll end up late and even more famished than I know I'm already going to be."
Lucas chuckles a little, then kisses me again. I pull out of his ass, then grab some tissues and wipes and clean off my dick. Once that's taken care of and those are in the trash, Lucas heading into the bathroom, I slip on the clothes for my morning run. When I check on Lucas, he's sitting on the toilet.
"I'll h-handle the b-bed," he tells me, his voice as soft as always. "And I'll t-take a sh-shower. Enjoy y-your run, Caleb."
"Will do," I tell him. "Before I head out, Lucas, do you want to join us there? You won't have to socialize or do anything with them if you don't want to."
"No, th-thanks," he answers. "I d-don't think I can d-do that."
"Too many people?" I ask, and he nods. "What about if it was just Ethan?"
"M-maybe," he answers. "But n-not this time?"
"Yeah," I smile. "Not this time, since Daniel's going to be there for sure."
Lucas nods, then I head out, setting off down my jogging path for his area. Since it's a different area, it's a different path, though the scenery is still beautiful and there are some similarities. The backs of the houses are still hidden by hedges and trees, and I know that the parks here have the nature barrier as well, for both the privacy and the scenery. However, I don't go that way today.
Instead, I leave Lucas's neighborhood and head down the road that goes behind it, which borders the forest that spans between our two towns. The forest that belongs to Ethan. My morning run takes me along this road a fair ways, the road covered in leaves of reds, oranges, and yellows from the trees on both sides. I turn off of this road onto one that passes by a neighborhood, then turn onto the main road.
One side of the main road has neighborhoods, while the other side has a few businesses, each with a row of hedges separating their parking lots from the street. The hedges only break for the entrances to the parking lots, with signs declaring the business standing in front of them. As always, the hedges are reds, oranges, and yellows, though I know that there are some evergreen ones elsewhere.
I pass by a couple of neighborhoods before reaching the entrance to Lucas's, then I make the couple of turns to reach his street. Once there, I begin my slow-down, deciding to try cycling my mana through my mana veins as I walk. As long as I focus hard and keep it slow, I can manage it fine. I slip up a couple of times, resulting in a burning feeling spreading through my body, but a little bit of proper cycling helps me recover from that.
Upon reaching Lucas's house, I perform a cool-down while still cycling my mana. Only once I finish this do I stop cycling it, my goal achieved. Now that I know I can do this, I'm definitely going to incorporate cycling my mana into more things. The more I get used to cycling my mana, the more things I'll incorporate doing it into, until the point where I can go about my day as normal while doing it.
Something tells me that this is a crucial step to being able to sense the smaller mana veins I'm certain exist.
Entering Lucas's house, I find him watching TV in the living room, dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a burgundy hoodie, as normal. He has a blanket slightly wrapped around him, draped over his shoulders. The hood of his hoodie is pulled up as well.
"Did you take a shower?" I ask.
"Yeah," he answers, his gaze shifting down to the boner I know is visible through my shorts.
"Alright," I say.
"You d-don't normally come b-back hard," he tells me.
While I want to just explain to him why I got hard, explaining that I was working on my goal while on my run would be a little difficult. Thankfully, his curiosity about it won't persist if I don't tell him. Lucas isn't that sort of guy. He'll understand why I didn't tell him once I do tell him what's going on, and that's when he'll understand what causes erections like this.
"I know," I walk over to him and give him a light kiss, smelling the slightly-floral scent of his shampoo when I do. "I'm going to take a shower now."
"G-going to jack off in there?" He looks hopeful.
"No," I answer. "Want to get cleaned up, then head out. If I take too long doing other stuff, I'll run a little bit later than I'd like to, and Ethan's going to have breakfast."
"O-okay," he looks disappointed.
I can sympathize with him a little on this. He's liked me for a long time and finally found out that I like him back. Now he can have sex with me whenever he wants and just be with me, but can't today because I already have plans. While he's invited to join us if he wants to, and he probably does want to just to be with me some more now that we're boyfriends, he won't join us at the bonfire. Lucas really won't be able to handle hanging out with two other people in addition to me. Just hanging out with Ethan and me would push his limits a bit.
"After Ethan leaves," I tell Lucas. "I may hang out with Daniel some more, or I might work on my goal a bit more. I've made a bit of progress on it this weekend and want to keep up that pace. Tomorrow, I'm going to hang out with Ethan after school, it's going to be one of those days. Tuesday, let's hang out after school, just you and me. Okay?"
"Okay," his cheeks turn red a little, probably because he realized his wants were clear on his face for me to read. "Th-that would be nice, Caleb."
"Great," I kiss him again. "Now for my shower."
I head to his bathroom and strip off my exercise clothes, then turn on the water and step into the shower, pulling the curtain closed. As with last night, I cycle my mana as I scrub myself clean. My movements are a little faster this time because I'm cycling it slower, though I do mess up a couple of times. The burning sensation isn't pleasant and reminds me of when I first started learning to cycle my mana directly.
My shower takes a few minutes longer than normal because of the cycling, but I continue doing so anyway, even after shutting off the water. I grab a towel and start drying myself off, carefully cycling my mana as I do, then I grab Lucas's hairdryer and dry my hair, fixing it down with my fingers as I do. Once finished, I leave his room and go to the guest room to grab my backpack, stuffing my dirty clothes into it. My outfit today is a pair of green boxer-briefs, a brown tee, and a dark green overshirt I leave unbuttoned. Finally, I zip up my bag and pull it on, then grab the rest of my stuff and stick them in my pockets.
Ready to go, I return to Lucas, who's sitting at the table, a large platter of waffles sitting on the table. He's got a few of them on a plate, syrup drizzled over, and a small side dish of blueberries beside it, more in a bowl on the table. There's also a plate with a bunch of sausage links sitting on it, a few of which have already been moved to his plate, syrup on those as well. A pitcher of orange juice rests on the table, a glass half-full of it in front of Lucas.
Sometimes, I forget how quickly Lucas can move when he's hungry. None of those take too terribly long to make, and he can make several waffles at a time. He probably had the stuff ready to get cooking when I returned from my run and I just hadn't noticed because I was focused on him and going for my shower.
"Y-you should eat s-something," Lucas tells me. "B-before going. Y-you've got to be h-hungry."
My stomach rumbles in response to that. Lucas is right, I should probably eat at least something before leaving, or I might get faint from hunger before arriving at the parking lot. Driving like that isn't the best of ideas.
"Alright," I sit across from him, stacking a couple of pancakes onto the plate sitting there, then adding syrup. "Shame there's no ice cream."
Lucas's cheeks flush a little at that, and I give him a smile to let him know I'm just teasing. If I'm eating waffles, I want ice cream on them. These aren't the good, thick waffles, though, so it wouldn't be as good if I did that. I add a couple of sausages to my plate, then fill a glass with orange juice. My breakfast prepared, I dig in to it. We eat in silence, which is pretty normal for us. Lucas doesn't talk much, especially not while eating.
"Thanks," I tell Lucas after I finish eating.
"I'll t-take care of your d-dishes," he tells me. "G-go have fun."
"Make sure to enjoy your day," I give him a kiss, flicking my tongue into his mouth and tasting his syrup. "I'll talk to you later."
"B-bye."
I give him a light hug, then leave. After getting into my car, I pop a piece of dental gum into my mouth. I'd rather just brush my teeth, but I hate doing that right after eating and the gum works just as well. There's something magic in it, I can't remember what off the top of my head, that makes it just as effective. As long as someone actually chews it on both sides.
Despite having spent a little more time doing other stuff, I still arrive at the lot five minutes early. When I arrive, Ethan is already here and parked, two wagons out and set up. Each of them has a five-gallon drink cooler, while one has a wooden crate on it and the other has a cooler on it. Other supplies are strapped on top of those, and Ethan himself is leaning against his SUV, eyes closed.
They open a little as I approach, his beautiful, dark green eyes watching me as I pull in. His outfit today is identical to his from yesterday – dark green cargo shorts, dark green hoodie, black and green sneakers. He also has on his usual accessories, though his amulet and necklace are hidden under his hoodie at the moment. Hanging from his belt are four spell rods, two on each side, and surprisingly, he's also wearing a silver bracelet on his right wrist. I can't see it very well as it's mostly under his sleeve, but I do make out the glint of it as I pull in.
Ethan doesn't normally wear that unless he's worried there might be an attack. It's an extremely rare talisman – an ancient magical artifact. Though it appears to be just a silver chain bracelet, it's actually enchanted in such a way that he can summon a barrier around himself. It's one of the most expensive items I've ever seen, and one of the oldest as well. The bracelet dates back to the era of the mages.
After parking, I grab the wrapper for my gum and stick the gum in it, then fold up the wrapper around it and toss it into the small trash can kept in my car. There's not much in there because I don't normally have trash in here. Well, and because I emptied it recently as well.
"Morning, Ethan," I greet Ethan as I exit my car.
"Morning, Caleb," he says. "Did you spend the night at Lucas's last night?"
Ethan knows about Lucas's fear of storms, so he probably expected me to stay there during the night, not just head over to tell Lucas about me dating Ethan now.
"Yeah," I answer.
"Did you tell him?" He asks.
"Yeah," I answer.
Ethan pulls me in for a kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth as he wraps his arms around my waist, his hands resting on my ass. We kiss for a few moments before breaking off, Ethan staring into my eyes for several seconds longer. Both of my boyfriends have amazing eyes, and I could honestly get lost in them, as silly as that sounds.
"How did he take it?" Ethan asks softly, slight concern in his tone and his gaze.
"Quite well," I answer. "Apparently, Lucas has known I'm gay for awhile. He also knew I found him attractive."
"Oh," Ethan says. "Well, I suppose that means he doesn't have an issue, then, if he's never said anything."
"Lucas being Lucas," I say. "With his high anxiety, never got up the courage to tell me that he likes me as well."
"It seems like the universe smiled on you, then," Ethan smiles a little. "That's good to hear. Knowing Lucas, all you two did last night was cuddle and snuggle to sleep?"
"We did a bit more than that," I smile back.
"Really?" He asks. "Lucas was okay with going straight to sex?"
"Considering how long Lucas and I have known each other," I say. "It doesn't surprise me that much when I look back on it. He's liked me for years and has known I'm attracted to him. He's also comfortable with me. If it was anyone else, he'd probably have wanted to date for months first, maybe even a few years."
Ethan thinks about that for a few moments, then nods.
"That makes sense," he says. "I've got everything we should need, and then some."
"That's good," I say. "What time do you have to leave?"
"As long as I leave here by noon, I should be fine," he says. "That gives us about four hours. Three if we factor in walking and all that. We can do a proper hangout next Saturday."
"Alright," I stretch a bit. "I told Daniel that we're meeting at eight, by the way, just to give the two of us a little time to talk if needed, and to ourselves."
I kiss Ethan again, and we make out for a couple of minutes before he finally breaks it off.
"I was thinking last night," he tells me. "But if you're getting a harem, and that's what this is considering I'm only here for you, so I'm not 'with' the others, then there should be an initiation."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"A ritual," he tells me. "That all new members have to go through. It's the same for each of us regardless of our position."
Knowing Ethan, he already has an idea of what the rite of initiation should be.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Sex," he answers. "Specific sex. First, the current harem should be present, as a way of making sure the new member knows they're not the only one. Then, they suck you off while you're standing; they're kneeling. After that, they lie down on their back, and you suck them off. Then, you ride them, then, you fuck them. This way, they suck and get sucked, fuck and get fucked. But you're in charge the entire time. So regardless of position, regardless of preference, we all get it."
His suggested rite of entry doesn't just make sure they know they aren't the only one for me, but also that they know that at the end of the day, I'm the one at the top of the relationship. Ethan himself expressed no interest in being a bottom, and he's willing to do this.
"As for if someone wishes to leave," Ethan says. "Then there should be a ritual for that as well – as long as they want to remain on good terms and possibly rejoin in the future. If they want to end it, they can just leave. If they want to take a break with the possibility of returning, then they do the ritual. For that, you fuck them three times straight with them on their hands and knees, then they suck you off, making sure to get you nice and clean. This also happens with the rest of your harem present."
I'm going to assume the ritual is not supposed to be me saying "you're leaving, but don't forget that I dominate you and will if you ever want to return". Having the rest of my boyfriends and fuck-friends present for that would probably be to remind them that they aren't my only one, and though they're leaving, I'm not alone.
"Alright," I say. "I can only see one real issue with this, though."
"What's that?"
"Lucas."
I can't imagine Lucas would actually want to participate in something like that. Based on last night and this morning, he'd be perfectly fine with the sex part of it. No, it's the part where he'd have to go through it with others around that would bother him, even if it's only two. Were it to be just Ethan there, Lucas might be willing to. Daniel is technically a part of this, though.
"Lucas hadn't factored in while I was thinking about this," Ethan tells me. "But an allowance can be made in special cases, such as where you've known them for a long time and they have the anxiety and other issues that Lucas does. Specifically, an allowance for Lucas and no one else."
"Alright," I say. "We can do this 'initiation rite' next Saturday, if you're good with that. It gives us more time to do other stuff as well. A small party, of sorts, to celebrate, and without a time crunch. Until then, the rite isn't an official thing, but it's something that will happen."
"That sounds good to me," Ethan says. "There's one more thing I wanted to talk with you about, so I'm glad that you told Daniel a little bit later."
"What is it?" I ask.
"Are you aware that you're absolutely and utterly insane?"
This is new.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"I had an epiphany last night," Ethan tells me. "While I was getting ready for bed. It was a thought that hit me and made me realize that it was completely obvious in hindsight."
"What was?" I ask.
"What you're doing when you meditate," he answers. "You're manipulating your mana within yourself. You're not actually meditating at all, you're focusing on your own mana and moving it around. It's a constant use of mana, which is why your capacity and regeneration of it have increased so much since then. I'm not entirely certain of what you're doing beyond that, but I tried it and it burned. The feeling only stopped a few hours ago."
Ethan managed to figured it out and gave it a try on his own? Despite not wanting to tell him too early, I want to make sure he knows I'm being safe about it. Because of that, I'm going to tell him.
"That's because you did it wrong," I tell him. "What I'm doing specifically is cycling my mana through my mana veins. As long as you don't move it out of them too much, it doesn't burn. I'm also focusing on sensing my mana as well, and that effect I have when I seem to disappear is a result of me shutting off the small, steady leak of mana that everyone has. Sensing my mana has started to develop a sense for other peoples' mana as well, but only the leak of it."
He's silent for several moments.
"You're still insane," he says. "How did you ever figure all of that out?"
"Trial and error," I answer. "And a lot of time with that burning feeling. Right now, I'm mostly focusing on my control over my mana and sensing it. There's something I'm missing, just one thing, and I'm certain I'll be able to figure out proper spells once I find it. Until then, I'm doing this as much as I can in the hopes that I have an epiphany while doing it. Cycling my mana boosts my healing a little, my production of cum, my blood flow, causes a boner, and increases my hunger."
"Which is how you were able to have so much sex yesterday," he chuckles. "Well, make to take care of yourself."
"I will," I respond. "If you want, I can start teaching you how to do this, though it will involve a lot of inner meditation to sense your mana first. Otherwise, you'll just end up hurting yourself."
"If you want to," he says. "I know it's your goal, so don't feel like you have to teach me now that I figured out part of it."
"I was planning on teaching you first, anyway," I tell him. "At least this way, you can start building up your mana reserves and recovery. I'm also at the point where it's quite safe to try to teach as long as you don't do anything stupid."
"Okay," he says. "Then let's do that."
Daniel's car pulls into view, so Ethan and I stop the discussion for now. Neither of us want to tell someone who is essentially a complete stranger something that could unlock the secret of casting proper spells before we're ready for it.
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