Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2004 18:12:21 -0400 (EDT)
From: Danny <twinkchaser@excite.com>
Subject: Love Magick Part 3

This is a work of fiction.  It is straight out of my imagination, except
for most of the pagan practices mentioned.

This is written for adults and if you are not supposed to read this where
you live, then please don't.


Part 3

I woke the next morning, fifteen minutes before the alarm.  I forced myself
from the warmth of my quilts and grabbed my robe and slippers.  I looked
through my armoire until I found the suit I wanted.  I often wore suits and
I had many.  I opened my underwear drawer and riffled through looking for
something very comfortable.  I get in the shower and try to wash away the
pain from the night before.  My thoughts drifted to Ryan, and I started
stroking my cock.  I caught myself and finished washing.

I got dressed, kneeled at my altar for a quick prayer, and hurried
downstairs to fix breakfast.  I was welcomed by the aroma of coffee and
frying bacon.  I entered the kitchen to find Ryan placing biscuits in a
pan.  He was wearing a pair of shorts and my apron.  He looked up and
smiled.

"I hope you don't mind," he asked looking around at the meal he was
preparing.

"Mind?  How could I?"  He smiled and poured me a cup of coffee.  I sat at
the kitchen island and stirred sugar into my cup.  "Is there anything I can
do to help," I asked a little uncomfortable just sitting there.

"Nope, this is my show this morning." He smiled deviously and turned to put
the biscuits in the oven.  I watched him bend over as I sipped my coffee.
His ass was muscular and showed through the thin fabric of his shorts.  I
lost track of what I was doing and gulped my coffee, burning my tongue and
the roof of my mouth.

"Shit," I said, and spilled my coffee on the counter.  He turned around as
I was reaching for some napkins to dry my mess.  He pulled the rag from the
loop on the apron and helped me.  Our hands touched and a shock ran through
me.  He looked up at me and finished drying the spill.  I sat back on the
bar stool and pushed the coffee away from me.

We finished breakfast and he ran upstairs to get dressed.  We actually left
a little before eight, which made me happy.  I hate to start late as it
throws off my whole day.  We headed into town to the antiques mall.  I
wanted to be early to have the first pick.  The magic supply store didn't
open until ten, so we had to kill time.

We wandered the aisles looking at the antique furniture.  I watched to see
what styles attracted him.  I always believed you can tell a lot about a
person by what style of furniture they enjoy.  I was happy to see he
lingered around the more decorative Victorian gothic furnishings.  That was
what I enjoyed and filled my home with.  I had my eye on a large hall tree
with heavy carved gothic arches and grotesque masks.  I looked at the tag
and whistled.

"Wow," I said under my breath.  He looked over at the tag and his eyes
widened.

"That is as much as my first car," he whispered.  I smiled and suppressed a
chuckle.

"Same here," I added.  "I think I will have to sell a few more paintings
before I can afford this."  We both chuckled and continued down the aisle.
I watched as he crouched down and looked at a table.  It was dark wood and
high Victorian.  I like it myself, but I could see he really liked it.  He
lifted the tag and grimaced.  I walked over and looked down at the tag.

"Like it," I asked.

"Yeah, I do."  He dropped the tag and stood up.  I looked around for the
proprietor.  He came into sight and I called him over.

"Can we talk about this price," I asked smiling my best smile.

"Perhaps, Mr. Blackwatch," the man returned.

"How many times do I have to tell you, John? Call me Caison; sounds like
Jason but with a 'c'."  He smiled and looked down.

"Sorry, it is a habit.  A lot of people who come in here prefer to be
called by their last name."

"Yeah, the kind who don't know their maids last name," I pointed out and we
all three laughed.

"I think I can go one fifty."  I looked over at Ryan who was staring at me
with his jaw slack.

"Well, wrap it up," I said and shook John's hand.  I gave him my credit
card and he walked toward his office.  Ryan stepped towards me and looked
around.

"I can't afford that," he whispered looking a bit upset.

"That is fine, I can.  You need an altar, and this has a good energy.  You
like it and it will go well with your room."  He looked shocked and I
thought he was going to cry.  John returned with my card, a receipt and a
mover to put the table in my car.  Luckily it looked as though it would
fit.  Ryan was quiet for a while but when I caught his eye he smiled
genuinely and warmly.

We left the antiques behind and found the magical supply store.  I showed
him some of the things he might need that I hadn't provided in the box.  We
wandered around looking at the strange things that some people used.  I
answered a lot of questions about herbs and candles.  I bought a few things
I was out of and we were on our way home.

Ryan sat quietly as I drove.  I looked over and took in his perfect
profile.  I realized I was falling for him and I had to stop.  He was my
student and far too young for me.  I was going to teach him the craft and
that was all.  I looked back at the road and told myself that this was
going to be a test that I had to pass.  I looked over at Ryan again, and
found him looking at me.  He smiled and looked back out on the road.

We unloaded the table and carried it into the foyer.  It was a beautiful
piece and looked great in the house.  We got the rest of the items from the
car and I stocked my cabinet.  Ryan ran upstairs and put his supplies away.
He was going to be using my things when we worked together, but he would
need his own things when he worked alone.  I had placed a small cabinet in
his room to hold his magical supplies and made sure it was cleansed and
consecrated.

We carried the table upstairs and I helped him position it in a corner.  I
removed the things he needed and showed him how I set up my altar.  He
already knew a bit about it, but hung on my every word.  We stepped back
and looked at the job we had done.  I explained that an altar was a
personal thing and that he would change it to suit himself as he advanced.
It would be where he would practice the craft when alone.  It was a place
to focus when drawing from the divine.

"I don't know how to thank you," he said and wrapped his arms around me.  I
tensed immediately and then slowly relaxed into the hug.  He smelled
wonderful and held me tightly.  We hugged a bit too long, and we finally
let each other go.  I felt my cock swell and press against my pants.  I
quickly walked out the door turning to hide myself behind the wall.

"Go over your supplies and get to know them.  You might try meditating at
your altar.  I am going to go, um, do some things."  I walked down the hall
to my room and locked the door behind me.  I pulled off my clothes and lay
across the bed.  I was hard and dripping precum on my belly as I stroked my
cock.  I was more turned on than I had been in a long time.  I grabbed some
lotion from my bedside table and squirted it in my hand.  I lubed my cock
and pulled at it as it got harder.  I closed my eyes and tried to imagine
that I was with a certain famous actor that I fancy, but Ryan continued to
appear in my thoughts.  I gave in and made love to him in my mind.  I
stroked faster, sliding my soft artist's hands along my slippery rod.  I
felt the tingling spread from groin throughout my body.  I gasped for air
and tried not to moan.  My balls tightened and I could feel the orgasm
enveloping my body.  I tried not to groan as the cum shot from my cock in
large globs, and landed on my chest and belly.  I stroked a few more times,
milking the last drops from my dick.  I licked my hand and rubbed the rest
into my skin.

Guilt set in and I tried to ignore it.  I showered, dressed, and went
downstairs to my office.  I sat at the computer and started an email to
Marina.  I asked her why she was doing this to me.  I wanted to know why
she was torturing me this way.  The more I wrote, the more I realized that
it had nothing to do with her.  I was torturing myself and only I could get
it under control.  I had taken him as a student, and I was responsible.  I
couldn't just turn him away.  This was my problem, and I would have to deal
with it.

(To be continued)

The next chapter will be submitted soon.

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