Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four (4 page)

sexy and horse-playing with their towels. They had cocks he could so

happily gag himself on. Two were cut lads, the other had a foreskin.

Hans liked how foreskins were making more and more of an

appearance these days. In his mother country, all the boys had their

foreskins left on. Germany was an intact nation, after all. Still, Hans

didn’t mind what a dick had or hadn’t. Cock was cock. He loved it no

matter what.

“Hey, I’m Hans,” he stated as matter-of-factly as he could

considering there were three handsome and completely naked men in

front of him, all smiles and muscles he could rub his fingers over

without any worry at all.

One of them, the tallest bloke and the one with the foreskin, said,

“I’m Peter. This is Craig and that’s Sam. Aren’t you that magician

dude? The one who Master Collard is apprenticing?”

Hans was surprised. “How do you know that?”

Peter laughed, an action which saw his cock jiggle hypnotically.

“Relax. Sam here is a magician, as well. He’s just started

magolescence. We’re his coven.”

With that one last sentence, Hans’ preconceptions of these three

men were shattered. Magicians, the ones lucky enough to gain a coven

so soon in their magical development, could use their coven’s sexual

energy to increase their own powers. In other words, the magician

Sam, and his coven Craig and Peter, were lovers. How interesting.

Sam came forward. “I hear you’ve been asked out by that spunk of

a fireman who rescued you. Damn, you didn’t even have to try hard to

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find the first member of your coven. Not like me. I had to practically

beg Peter to join me. That and spending a fortune on hot cars and

lavish dinners.”

“Hey, I’m no cheap fuck, you know,” Peter said with a hearty

laugh, slapping Sam on his back.

Again, and for the second time in as many minutes, Hans was

taken aback. “So you mean… Adrian… he was compelled to ask me

out?”

Sam nodded, coming to pat Hans on his back. “You devil. You

don’t even know it, do you? Man, I would love to be a fly on the wall

when you two get between the sheets and his sexual energy helps feed

your powers.”

In that moment, everything fell into place for Hans. Of course,

how could he have been so stupid? Adrian was a non-magic user. As

such, him being attracted to a magician would have been something

he couldn’t control. Once in the grasp, when influenced by the lure of

a magician, nothing alive can resist. After all, joining with a magician

was akin to finding ones soulmate. A soulmate with benefits. Hans

would become more and more powerful each and every time they

were intimate, and Adrian would be protected by Han’s magic. He

couldn’t wait to tell his Master about this latest development.

Craig asked, “So what kind of magician are you, Hans?”

Without thought, he replied, “Fire.”

Sam let out a whistle. “Oh man, I can only imagine the things you

have to go through as you develop. What do you do, set things alight

without knowing? Say, hang on, you weren’t responsible for the

dormitory fire last night, were you?”

Straight away, Hans said, “No way. I jacked off before I went to

bed to avoid any night-time surprises.”

The three seemed to take his word for it. Well, they didn’t run

screaming from the room, shouting out they had found another

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arsonist, anyway. “Good to hear. So what’s the side effect of your

magolescence?”

Hans explained his story. All three listened with intent while he

told them of his ejaculate and how he combated the problem it

presented each day. Turned out Sam was an earth magician and he too

trained under Master Collard. His foible, turning people into stone,

especially those who got too close to him while he was dreaming

erotic dreams. Somehow Hans was thankful he ejaculated lava. At

least that could be managed. He would dread to think what to do if

Scott had been turned into a statue. A solid chunk of stone in his bed

would involve more raised eyebrows than an arse dripping fire, that’s

for sure. Yes, Peter and Craig slept with Sam, made love like all

covens did with each other, but as soon as it was sleep time, they had

to leave the room.

He felt sorry for Sam in a way. Sometimes the best part about

being in bed with someone was waking up with them next to you in

the morning. Still, he had found his solution, just as Hans had.

“So you’re going to have to wear something a lot nicer than

emergency issue clothes tonight, aren’t you?” Peter said. “Want to put

on a good impression for your new coven member.”

Craig said, “You’re about my size. You can borrow a suit of mine.

Just don’t set it alight, all righty. My dad gave it to me as a ‘welcome

to manhood’ thing he did with all my brothers. When I told him I was

a gay boy he almost snatched it back. The poor bastard. Mom still

can’t console him.”

Hans nodded. “Yeah, if it wasn’t for my brother, I’d be lost, too.”

Peter went over to a chest of drawers, opening the top drawer.

“You’d better wear two thick pairs of army-style boxer briefs just to

prevent any jizz dribble while you’re in Craig’s gear. I can give you

these. I mean, I don’t want them back, if you know what I mean.”

Sam let out a laugh. “Why not, Peter? You don’t care whose cock

you’ve come close to, so long as you can get yourself close to some.”

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“Hey, take that back. I’ve only ever touched you two in the dick

department.” He smiled, looking Hans up and down. “But I know

Hans here has a fine example of cock, that’s for sure. In fact, the

whole damn college knows what he’s got between his legs. Being

carried out stark naked from a burning building by a hunky fireman

didn’t leave much to the imagination, I have to say.”

Sam, Peter and Craig all laughed.

Hans didn’t catch the rest of their conversation. They were too

involved with each other to take much more notice of him. One thing

was certain, while he stayed with them, he would be able to sleep

naked and reduce the fire risk. They understood.

Moments later, they retired to their bedroom, groping each other’s

buttocks as they went, giggling and kissing as well. All three had

boners. Hans didn’t need any prizes for guessing what they would be

doing in there. At any rate, he had something to look forward to. His

date with Adrian, the first member of his coven.

He couldn’t wait.

CHAPTER FOUR: FIREMAN’S HEAT

Six o’clock couldn’t come around quick enough.

Hans wished he had stuck with wearing two pairs of Calvin

Kleins. The army style briefs Peter lent him sure were uncomfortable,

chaffing inevitable. Then again, prevention was better than the cure.

He was sure Adrian would provide him with many chances of leakage

as he imagined him attached to the end of his cock, so wearing thick

underwear would hopefully prevent any unwelcome inferno. The only

heat Hans wanted was the skin on skin contact of his new man when

they got into bed together.

He pressed the buzzer to apartment 207.

Adrian’s gruff yet manly voice boomed, “Enter.”

When Hans was in the man’s apartment proper, he was, he had to

admit, taken by surprise. The room’s decor was certainly anything but

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manly. Did he have a women living with him? There were floral

patterns in the curtains, carpets and cushions. The furniture was plush

and luxurious, in soft colours, pinks and creams and lavenders. There

was even a lava lamp in the corner… and was that a sheep-skin rug?

“I have to say, this place isn’t what I expected.”

Adrian came into view from a doorway which obviously led to his

bedroom. He was wearing a pressed white suit, purple floral patterned

waist coat and bling on him—necklaces, rings and bangles—which

would make any drag queen so jealous claws would be out.

“I work hard all day, saving lives and busting my hump. When I

get home and relax, I like to be surrounded by the finer things in life,

my men included.”

For the second time in the presence of the fireman, Hans felt

himself blush. “You think I’m fine?”

“Damn straight. Any bloke who looks after himself like you and

has a dick I know would satisfy me, is fine in my book. Now come

over here, handsome, and lay some sugar on me. I’ve got a hankering

for those sweet lips of yours.”

Hans let out a chuckle. The way Adrian talked and the way he

acted was certainly different to how he presented his home…or even

himself out of uniform, for that matter. Because he was a fireman, did

he feel the need to put on his bravado? After all, being gay in such a

male orientated institution wouldn’t be easy. Before he knew it, he

was embracing Adrian, admiring the feel of his muscular bulk in his

grip.

“I’m not an easy lay, you know. You’ve got to work for my

loving.”

Adrian smiled. “I’m wearing my best pink man panties just for

you tonight, the ones with the lace and shit. And be warned, I expect

them to come off so I can get a good hard fucking from my new man.”

Hans swallowed hard. “My, you are… different.”

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“Why be like the crowd? Life’s too short to be worrying about

what anyone else thinks. Besides, you called for me when you were in

that burning building. I heard it in my mind. If that ain’t something

special, I don’t know what is.”

Adrian’s words proved he had been compelled to rescue him, his

magical powers affecting the man in such a way he would become a

permanent and important part of Hans’ magical development. “Um, I

think we need to talk… Adrian.”

For the first time since Hans had met the fireman, confusion

crossed the man’s face. His confidence no longer oozing out of every

pore. “What’s the matter, handsome? Am I not attractive to you?”

“Fuck yes. You sure are. You’re more than attractive. It’s just

that… I can’t—oh fuck, how do I say this?”

“Just say it. Stop dancing around. I’ve got a boner pressing against

my panties that needs to be relieved real quick, and your lips are

gonna help it out. So tell me.”

“I can’t… fuck you. I’m a magician… a fire magician and as

such—as a result, my cum… it will burn you. I blow lava when I

orgasm, Adrian, and I don’t want to hurt you in any way. Do you

understand?” For the first time in Hans’ life, he was almost ashamed

to be what he was, a man of magical power.

Quite contrary to how Hans thought his revelation would pan out,

Adrian grabbed him around his waist and pulled him in. Seconds later,

Adrian’s lips were pressed against his. Warm, sensual lips. Hans let

out a groan. In that moment, he was glad he had double the army-style

underwear on. His cock stirred and he knew there would be burn

holes, large ones.

Adrian parted Hans’ lips with his tongue, chasing and caressing

him with it. The man’s taste, sweet and something wonderful, like

tangy exotic fruits, consumed him. He became lost in the moment.

Lost in his new lover’s touch.

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An eternity later, Adrian parted their kiss. With lips moist from

attention, hypnotic to watch move, he said, “I’m a fireman. All my life

I spend putting out fires. Where there’s a will there’s a way, and fuck

me forever, I’m willing to do anything to help you, so take me,

handsome.”

“So you don’t think I started the fire you saved me from?” Hans

didn’t ask the question to be obvious, the whole world knew the

arsonist had been caught, admitting his guilt. He asked it because he

wanted to make sure Adrian wanted to be with him, no matter what

might happen in the future. Then again, when he thought about Josh,