Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four (5 page)

his mind took him back to earlier today. How he had seen him on the

lawn outside the relief tent. Was something deeper going on?

“If you did, would you be here?”

Adrian was right. He wouldn’t. “No.”

“Then what you fretting about? Heck, take me out for a feed. I’ve

come up with something to get your little problem sorted out. I have

an idea.”

“You have?”

“As I said, where there’s a will, there’s a way. Now let’s go,

before I succumb to my urges and take you into the bedroom. I’m not

prepared and I don’t fancy burned insides from your cum.”

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even better. Adrian was a perfect gentleman, polite, considerate and

not too dominating, except when Hans encouraged it. Which was

when the conversation turned to the more erotic. Hans didn’t mind

that at all. In fact, he looked forward to taking off the man’s pink

panties with his teeth later on this evening, then enjoying the wonder

of his fireman’s hose which the garment imprisoned.

After the waiter had brought around dessert, a fancy titled dish

which amounted to nothing more than an ice-cream sundae,

something disturbed Hans from the mood of the moment. Again,

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someone familiar caught his attention, coming into his peripheral

vision.

He could have sworn he saw Josh.

Hans stood up.

“What’s the matter, handsome?” Adrian had forked in a large

quantity of ice-cream into his mouth, his words garbled by the food.

“I think I’m being followed.”

“You sure?”

Hans nodded, but returned to his seat. If he was going to feel safe

in any way, then it would be in the presence of his big, burly fireman.

“I keep seeing a bloke who looks like Josh Cartwright.”

“The dude who started the fire?”

“Yeah, that’s the weird thing. I don’t understand why he would

have done such a thing. He’s popular, a devil with the ladies. What’s

more he got good grades. Why would he throw all that away with one

stupid act?”

Adrian shrugged his shoulders. “Most arsonists start fires because

it gives them a thrill. Perhaps Joshy boy liked to see the flames, jack

his meat off to the sight of a fire he created. Who knows? Whatever

the reason, only sick fucks start fires in my opinion.”

Hans rubbed his chin. “Perhaps you’re right. I’ve had a hard time

lately, what with losing most of the things I owned back at the dorm,

and having a few friends badly burned. Just thank the Lord above no

one was killed, that’s all I can say.”

Adrian leant over to come close. “Awww, my poor man. Does he

need some loving to help him relax?”

Hans had to admit, Adrian had something there. “You know, I

couldn’t think of anything better right now. Let’s get out of here. I

need some relieving. I’m sure my underwear will let you know of that

fact.”

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Adrian let out a deep chuckle, calling for the waiter to return.

“You’re going to love my solution to your pyro-orgasmic cock. Just

you wait.”

Hans’ cock stirred.

Back at Adrian’s apartment, holding each other’s hands as they

came to the threshold, Adrian asked, “Do you want a nightcap or do

you just want to get straight into fucking the living daylights out of

me?”

Hans licked his lips. “And what about my cum? You said you had

a solution.”

Adrian winked, patting him on his buttocks at the same time. They

entered. “Get your gear off, handsome. Get yourself as worked up as

you want. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Hans slipped off Craig’s suit trousers as soon as Adrian was out of

sight. He had a feeling their love making session would be a lot more

important than just relieving sexual tension. Adrian was about to

become his coven. Sure, the fireman was the only member, but still,

even one could increase a magician’s powers tenfold according to his

Master. Hans also had the feeling he’d need the extra strength. Not

only would he not get as tired, he’d be able to fend off any who would

like to take him and Adrian as their own, add his strength to their own

coven. The sighting of Josh twice within the day only added to his

suspicions. In fact, he was certain Josh had nothing to do with the fire.

He would bet Adrian’s nuts, there was a magician stalking him,

testing him, wanting him.

He took off the army-style underwear, his already erect dick

sprung up to make its presence felt. As he had feared, the material

which had come into contact with the end of his cock, was charred.

More so than when he had dreamed of Josh… before events took a

turn for the worse for him, that is.

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Adrian re-entered the room when Hans had taken off his dinner

shirt, now as stark naked as the day he had been rescued. A smile

formed on his lover’s lips, one full and welcome and wanting. “Fuck

me, that’s damn fine.”

“Are you referring to me or my penis?”

Adrian growled, “Both.”

Only then did Hans notice Adrian was holding a small jar, about

the size of a gourmet jam jar. “What’s in that jar?”

“The solution to your problem, as promised?”

“Jam?”

Adrian let out a guttural laugh. “No, a concoction of fire retardant

gel, Vaseline and some essential oils to make it pong nice, handsome.

Smear this stuff on your dick like lubricant, all nice and thick, and no

fire will come out when you blow your load. The stuff is the latest

thing in fire-fighting, a new weapon to prevent burns for those having

to work in dangerous environments, if you will. Perfectly safe to put

onto your skin. I use it all the time, helps keep my hands from getting

singed when I have to use equipment which is too fiddly for operating

while wearing gloves.”

Hans was stunned, a common occurrence of late.

In the next second he was over by his lover, clawing at his clothes,

desperate to get him naked and get on with proceedings. Fuck, he

yearned to have a hot, tight arse around his dick, and thanks to this gel

stuff, he could. No longer did he have to worry about never being able

to be a top again. Relief washed over him already.

“Now you get your gear off,” Hans growled, emulating Adrian.

In no time flat, both men were naked, having kept his promise to

himself and taken off Adrian’s panties with his teeth. The act so sexy

for both of them, they didn’t bother retiring to the bedroom. Hans

loved his man in all his naked glory, far better than when he wore

clothing, fireman’s uniform or not. His body was a massive ripple of

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muscles, all hairless and begging to be touched. His cock was

something else. The thickest and longest thing he had ever seen, with

a bright red virile head bulging on the end of it. No foreskin, but

certainly no less inviting.

Hans was on his knees in the blink of an eye, taking the fireman’s

equipment into his mouth, opening as wide as he could, not caring

about any jaw ache or whether or not his uvula was tickled. He

cupped Adrian’s big, red balls. Feeling their weight while he worked

his lips over Adrian’s length, he brought his man into his mouth so

deep he began to feel giddy.

The fireman growled and moaned while his cock was being

sucked. Hans added in delicious slurping noises, using as much saliva

as he could to help lubricate his actions, not bothered by the dribble

off his chin.

A moment of panic then caught Hans. He was too excited and he

knew his cock would be leaking fiery pre-cum. He came off his man,

the slurping sound loud in the room. He looked down. Yep, his cock

was rock hard, his foreskin no longer able to contain any pre-

ejaculate, because it had no choice but to retract, to reveal his bulging

head.

Adrian didn’t speak, rather he scooped up the jar of fire retardant

gel and began massaging it onto Hans’ cock. He groaned, his lover’s

touch wonderful. The stuff worked. No longer was his pre-cum white

hot and deadly. It looked normal, like any other guy’s on the planet.

Thank fuck.

“Now you can do what you want with me,” Adrian commanded,

his voice filled with his lust.

“Lie down,” was all Hans managed. The anticipation would see to

it he blew his load right now. Thankfully, Adrian was quick, getting

onto the sheep skin rug and parting his legs, revealing his pink

arsehole for him to ravish.

“Fucking do it, handsome.”

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Hans got into position, pushing his lubricated cock into the depths

of his lover with ease. The first time he had ever been able to do so

without worry or guilt. Adrian let out a gasp, his eyes begging, a smile

on his face which couldn’t be erased no matter how hard and fast

Hans pumped his cock into him.

The sensation of having a man around him once more was

phenomenal. So tight and warm and wonderful, especially when

Adrian changed his position slightly to give him the best experience

possible, the sensation like his cock was being massaged. He was a

fantastic bottom, no doubt, and being a part of him completed Hans.

To Hans’ amazement, he did indeed feel a new found sense of

power wash over him, like waves crashing onto the shore to add

energy to the land. Adrian was his coven, and the man gave him that

strength, that something special all magicians craved for. Deeper and

harder he worked, gaining a rhythm, milking his man for all he could

give him while he watched his lover revel in his actions, gasp for

breath.

Sweat formed on both their muscled bodies. Hans’ brow dripped

with his enthusiasm. Adrian’s eyelids squeezed tight, the man biting

his lip and jacking himself off, writing in ecstasy while he was fucked.

Hans loved what he saw, loved being able to so such a thing to

another man without worry.

Then it happened.

Adrian blew his load. Great ribbons of cum spurted from his cock,

landing all over his stomach and chest. Adrian’s arsehole tightened

with each pump of ejaculate he produced, until, moments later, the

man was still. His body spent, and only his gasps for breath

remaining. To see such wonder spurred Hans to the point of no return

as well.

This time he could cum without the horrible side effects, without

having to pull out for fear of doing irreparable internal damage to his

lover. He shuddered, his red, hot balls tightened, and within a blink of

an eye, he released all he had within him inside Adrian.

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While he did so, he came to kiss the man, deep and passionate.

For the first time since he had reached magolescence, he could let

himself go flaccid while still inside a man. He was in a living,

breathing heaven. Fucking hell it was good.

After the longest time, filled with strong embraces and passionate

kisses, of sweat and cum and manly odours tickling his senses, he

came off Adrian. “That was fucking amazing,” he said.

“Hans, you’re just the best. I’ll be your bitch forever if that’s how

you fuck, that’s for damn sure. I could quite easily order take-out

pizza right about now.”

“I’d like to be with you forever… you give me strength.”

Before another word could be spoken between them, before Hans

could work himself up to hardness again so he could lavish more

lubricant on himself and experience such wonder again, the door to

the apartment burst open.

In the doorway stood Josh Cartwright.

The man wasn’t the real Josh, of course. He was another

magician. A magician who had disguised himself as Josh so he could

get close, perhaps lure Hans into joining him for his magical abilities.

The man certainly didn’t look like he wanted Hans for any other