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), Daniel H. (18); together.

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Chapter Two.

The drive to the bonfire takes me past more homes and trees, some businesses, the high school I attended until I graduated it this past spring, then finally, out of town. There's forest on one side of me, and a mix of forests and fields on the other. I soon reach a turn-off onto a private road, driving down it until I reach a parking lot that can fit ten cars on the left. There's a trail leading from the parking lot up into the woods.

There's also a car in the parking lot, and I don't recognize it and Ethan didn't tell me he'd gotten a new car, which tells me there's someone else here. While the private road isn't that well-marked as being private, this parking lot and the trail are both clearly marked with a signs reading "Private Property: DO NOT ENTER". The signs are pretty new, too, because Ethan just replaced them a few months ago. That means there's no mistaking that it's private property.

I park my car and step out of it, not too concerned about whoever it is. I've chased people off from here before, and they never come armed. Just in case this one is different, though, I grab a pocket knife out of the center console in my car and slip it into my pocket. Unlike the ones in my backpack, this one's enchanted. My clothes are all enchanted, too, even if they don't look like it.

While I probably won't need the extra protection, it won't hurt to be prepared in case of a fight. Not having encountered someone who starts a fight doesn't mean that will never happen, just that it hasn't before.

Grabbing my backpack, I pull it on, then close and lock my door. After returning my keys to my pocket, I begin the walk up the trail. We're on the foothills of a mountain here, and while most areas are somewhat flat, it really gets started here, causing an incline. It takes about thirty minutes to reach the bonfire area from the parking lot, and most peoples' legs would be burning by the time they arrived, though I'm used to it by now.

When I finally reach the bonfire area, I take a look around. The path ends in a clearing that's roughly rectangular, with nothing directly in front of the path exit. Ethan and I sometimes played games in the empty space when we were younger, though now we mostly just hang out at the bonfire, which is to the left when entering the zone. To the right, there's a small trail disappearing off into the woods, and it wouldn't really be noticed by a casual observer.

The bonfire space consists of a five-foot-wide pit in the ground where the fires are built, along with five benches surrounding it, each able to seat three people. The ground there is made up of smooth pebbles forming a perfect ring that stops two feet behind the benches. To the left of that area are two picnic tables, underneath which are two overturned wooden buckets each, and beyond those is another, more subtle, trail into the woods.

All of the wood used for this, from the benches to the tables to the buckets, have faded in color with time, their surfaces and edges smoothed by the weather over the years.

On the back side of the zone, behind the seating area, are three firewood racks, each filled with logs. When I was here last Sunday, only two of those had wood on them, which means Ethan must have brought more out. That's weird, as he usually asks me to help. Even with a wheelbarrow, it takes a few trips, so two people doing the job is better than one.

I'm going to assume that the person sitting with his back to the open section of the clearing is the driver of the car. He looks to be about eighteen, too, and has brown hair with golden highlights and blue eyes. His build isn't easy to make out, as he's wearing a dark blue hoodie that hides it well, along with a pair of blue jeans, his sneakers blue with grey accents. His face is smooth, not a sign of facial hair, and he's rather cute, in my opinion.

Right now, he's staring into the fire he's got burning in the pit, his hands tucked into the pocket of his hoodie. He has a backpack sitting on the bench beside him, a water bottle tucked into the bottle mesh on the side I can see.

"You know this is private property, right?" I ask.

He jumps, startled, and turns those blue eyes on me. Yeah, he's attractive, and he has pretty gorgeous eyes. He's also trespassing – Ethan would have let me know if he'd invited someone else here because of how I use the area and how protective he is of me.

"Oh, uh, yeah, uh, sorry," his face turns red. "I can-I can go. Um. Sorry about using your firewood, I was just… I was wandering around and saw this, and I know there were the signs up, but it just seemed a relaxing setting, and… I don't know. I just needed something quiet and calm. I can go, please don't call the authorities."

He seems rather depressed about something, both by his words and his tone and expression. I can tell that he really did come out here to think about stuff, unlike the others I've come across. Everyone else, it's either for the thrill of trespassing or to have a party or something like that. Not to sit and think about things.

"What do you need to think about?" I ask as I walk over to my usual bench, which is on the back side of the ring.

"How did you-"

"It was written on your face," I answer. "Depending on your answer, I might not call Ethan and let him know you were trespassing here."

"Ethan?" He frowns, then his eyes widen in shock and fear. "Ethan Solk?"

Ethan's somewhat famous, and not just in this area. He was orphaned when he was only nine, and he became pretty ruthless in order to protect what was his, including firing the person who was supposed to help manage his property. Though he was young, he was far from stupid and had ultimate say on anything. It's given him a reputation that made most people avoid him and fear him, and it's one that's well-deserved.

If the person leaves without too much of a fuss, I just let Ethan know once I leave, since there's no cell service here. Everyone else, I directly threaten to call the cops on after informing them that this is Ethan's property and only I have permission to be here. So far, I haven't needed to actually contact the authorities.

"Yes, Ethan Solk," I answer. "The drive that goes by here leads to his home. He and his security would make it here faster than the cops, and I've already memorized your license plate and face."

Your very attractive face.

"So?" I ask as I pull off my backpack and set it on one of the benches neighboring my usual one. "What are you thinking about?"

"I dunno," he shrugs, turning his attention back to the fire. "I'm just feeling a bit lost, to be honest."

That doesn't answer anything.

"There's a path back right there," I point at the trail leading back to the parking lot.

"Not that kind of lost," he sighs. "It's just… I don't know what to do with my life. My parents told me it's okay to take a year off to figure things out now that I've graduated high school, and I'm only a few months into that, but I just can't figure out what to do. I mean, I have a black belt, but I'm not really good at teaching, so I can't do that, and while videos games can be a career, that's not the sort of thing I want to do."

"Are you a wizard?" I ask.

"Nah," he answers. "I barely have enough mana and regen to active a basic light stone for a few seconds every few hours."

Basic light stones are small rocks about the size of a shooter marble that emit light when filled with mana. They're the basic concept for our flashlights, though the latter don't require being a wizard to use, only the user making sure they have charged magic batteries inside of them and pressing the button. I actually have light stones, but I always forget to stick them back in my backpack after cleaning it out.

"And you think staring at a fire while trespassing will help you figure things out?" I ask.

"It's quiet, secluded, and I hadn't expected anyone to come here," he tells me. "Plenty of time and space to think."

"Making any progress?" I unstrap my blanket and unroll it.

"No," he answers. "A blanket?"

"Yeah."

I keep the blanket folded in half, then drape it over the bench, keeping it folded in half along the width and down to a third along the length. The blanket's a lighter, dark brown wool blanket that's large enough to cover one of the picnic tables, so without folding it, it's much too big for the bench. The reason I have one so big isn't for cushioning when I sit on, but because I sometimes lie down on one of the tables, and the blanket protects both of us.

Walking over to the stands of firewood, I grab a few logs and carry them over, arranging them in the fire using a metal rod that was by the racks, kept here specifically for that purpose. Once everything's set up, I lean the poker against the bench with my backpack, then glance at the trespasser.

"By the way," I indicate the buckets. "If you're having a fire, those need to be full, just in case the fire spreads."

"Uh," he looks at the buckets, each of which easily holds five gallons of water, and thus would be very heavy to carry individually. "Sorry. I hadn't thought about that, but wouldn't that be difficult to-"

"The trail there," I indicate the subtle trail leading into the woods from the tables. "Has about a five-minute walk to a creek that runs through the woods. If you go there, fill the buckets, and turn back around, you can be back in about ten to fifteen minutes, and your arms are only tired and sore for the latter part of the walk. Since all you're doing is contemplating, I'll let you stay without involving the authorities under a set of conditions."

"How do I know you are actually allowed to be here?" He asks. "You said it's Ethan's property, and you're here alone, too. How do I know you're not trespassing and trying to get me to leave so that you can stay here alone while trespassing?"

"You said you're a black belt?"

"Yeah, but I'm not going to tell you in what," he mutters as he casts his gaze down.

He's being honest, but there's something about his martial arts that he doesn't like.

I pull out my phone and pull up a photo that has Ethan and me in it, both of us with our arms across each other's shoulders and grins on our faces, just our upper chests visible in it, showing that we're at least shirtless. This will probably be the first time this guy has ever seen a smile on Ethan's face, as every public appearance my friend makes, he usually has a scowl, a bored look, or a look of fury. The picture is also very clearly here, since we're sitting on a bench, our backs to a roaring bonfire. Walking over to the guy, I show him the picture.

"Ethan and I hang out here together at least once a month," I tell him as he stares at the picture. "This was taken at the last one we had."

It takes a few moments before he speaks, giving me a curious look.

"You're both shirtless," he says. "Are you and Ethan, um, more than friends?"

He doesn't seem hateful or scared, just hesitant to ask in his curiosity.

"We're just friends," I tell him. "It gets pretty hot with the fire, so we sometimes strip down a little. Or all the way. That one, we're just shirtless. We'd turned around to warm up our backs a little when I decided to take the picture."

"Oh," he says. "So he can smile."

That last part was muttered, and I don't think he realized he said it.

"He's a lot more friendly towards me than others," I tell him. "As I said – we're friends, and he knows I've no intention on taking what's his or screwing him over. When he's not dealing with bullshit, he can be pretty friendly. But he has to be harsh to keep what's his because of how young he was when it became his."

"Oh," his face reddens in realization that he'd spoken aloud. "So, um, that doesn't really prove that you have permission to-"

"I'm going to point out," I say. "That Ethan and I are shirtless, arms across each other's shoulders, and grinning in this picture. I have proof that I have a friendly relationship with the owner."

"…fair point," he sighs. "I'll just leave, but please don't tell him that-"

"As I said," I close the picture and shut off the screen to my phone, then pocket it. "I'll let you stay without involving the authorities under a set of conditions. Do you want to hear them and potentially stay to continue your moping and contemplation for a bit, or do you want to leave?"

"Um," he thinks for a few moments. "What are the conditions?"

"First," I indicate the buckets. "You fill all four of those up and bring them back, both in case the fire starts to spread and so that we can put the fire out when we finish."

"Okay."

"Second," I say. "You keep the fire going while we're here, adding in a new log or three whenever needed. Use the poker to move them into place."

"I can do that."

"Third," I continue. "You leave no later than when I do."

"Understood."

"Fourth," I state. "You never come here without permission again."

"That's… a given," he sighs. "I'll do that even if you didn't say that."

"Fifth," I say. "You tell no one you were here, about me, this picture, Ethan, anything."

"Um… sure?" He seems a bit confused, but I'm sure he'll obey this one.

Even if he doesn't follow it, it's doubtful anything he said would be believed.

"Sixth, you do not tell people about this area," I say. "We don't need more people tempted to come here. Ethan's already contemplating putting up security closer to the main road, and that's all he'd need to actually do it. If that happens, he'll be involving the authorities every single time."

"Makes sense," he says. "I won't tell anyone."

"Good," I say. "Now seventh, you give me your phone for the duration you're here."

"Uh… why?" He seems a little paranoid. "We don't have any signal here or anything."

I don't blame him for that reaction, some random stranger asking for my phone would make me suspicious of them.

"Because I don't want you taking pictures of me," I tell him. "I came out here to do meditation, and I do so naked. My particular type of meditation and self-empowerment also causes me to get hard. Either one of those is something I don't want pictures of going around, so this is as absolute as the other rules."

His face flushes again, and he suddenly looks a little uncomfortable.

"Um, yeah, okay," he pulls his phone out of his pocket. Whatever is causing that discomfort, it's weaker than the need for peace, relaxation, and meditation. "Here. Um. I'm Daniel, by the way."

"Caleb," I accept his phone from him. "Go start filling the buckets."

Daniel gets up and walks over to the tables, pulling out two of the buckets, then he makes his way onto the trail that takes him a few moments to find. As soon as he's out of sight, I set his phone down on one side of the bench, and set mine and my knife next to it. Then I begin undressing, neatly folding my clothes and setting them on another bench, leaving my sneakers on the ground. Sitting on the blanket, I pull my feet up and sit cross-legged, the bench barely big enough to do so comfortably. If it weren't as wide as it is, my knees would drop down, and that would end up hurting my hips.

Resting my hands on my knees, I close my eyes and begin my weekly practice. First, I begin looking inward, focusing on the feel of the mana within me. Most people who have it can tap it and access it, but very few have actually learned to truly sense it. I've spent more than two years working on being able to sense my mana as best as I can, and it's resulted in a pretty strong sense for how it flows within me.

Contrary to what most people believe, mana doesn't just rest within someone, as if in some sort of core of power. It's more like we have veins of mana flowing through our body, small bits of it radiating out as it moves, and it's always moving. My theory about how the mages of old used spells rather than just magic items is rooted in these veins. When learning how to use magic items, we're taught how to move our mana into the object. Most people don't realize it, but we're actually just moving the mana out of some of these veins.

That movement causes us to, over time, strengthen the mana veins, but weakly. That's why it takes generations of witches and wizards before there's a significant increase in the mana capacity of the bloodlines. That last part's my own theory on the matter, though I'm sure others have figured this out, too. When I was five, I could barely activate a basic light stone for three-quarters as long as my parents could, which is normal for a child. Two years ago, I still hadn't reached the amount my parents could, and it's likely it would take me a few years more to manage that. Ever being able to exceed my parents? That was a dream. However, my child would probably have a higher starting capacity, even if only slightly, if I managed to exceed what my parents could do when they conceived me and got with someone of similar capacity.

Of course, that was two and a half years ago. My theory on the use and movement of mana through our mana veins strengthening them, allowing them to hold more and even increase how quickly we can regenerate it, is something I've managed to confirm. How? By moving my mana through my mana veins at least once a week for at least two hours in that one session.

Two and a half years ago, I could channel enough mana into a basic light stone to cap it out. That gives it enough mana to glow for half an hour. I could also halfway charge another light stone right after, and it would take me around two hours to recover the mana spent.

After two and a half years, though, I've managed to be able to recover that much mana in only fifty minutes, and I charge up to six basic light stones to their capacity in one session. In two and a half years, I've quadrupled my capacity and more than doubled my regeneration rate.

It wasn't without some pain and suffering, though. Learning to move my mana through my mana veins took a lot of experimentation, and intentionally moving it by focusing on the veins the way I do is much different than simply moving the mana out. More than six months was spent with it feeling like my mana veins were on fire before I figured out how to do it properly.

Focusing on the mana in my veins, I begin cycling it through them. The veins radiate from the center of my chest – the 'core' that most people believe is the only source of mana – and spread to my head, my ears, my nose, my fingers, my toes, my balls, and even my dick. I'm sure there are even mana veins I can't sense, ones that are smaller than the major ones, but the ones I can actually sense flow to every edge of my body, no matter what it is nor how far away from the 'origin point' it is. Then, it flows back to the center, crossing through it to flow somewhere else.

See, that's not really where mana is formed, just where the veins cross each other the most. Because of that, nearly everyone thinks that's just where it's formed and stored. It was only through a couple of years of focusing on my mana source that I discovered the truth.

As always, I feel myself getting hard as I cycle my mana, moving it faster than its normal flow. My entire body tingles at the feel of my mana flowing through me the way I'm moving it, which I know is a sign that I'm doing it right. I follow the flows of my mana, a rough outline of my body forming in my mind as a result. For the first hour of this, I simply cycle my mana to help strengthen the mana veins to improve how much they can hold.

After an hour, however, I slow down the cycling so that I can better-follow the flow. I'm confident there are smaller veins, and with my ability to sense my mana veins improving, I've been attempting to sense them these past few months. I probably don't need to, but I'm wanting to try to strengthen them and see if there's a difference.

To be honest, I could probably try to cast my first spell now, but I'm still trying to figure out how to do that. When I push my mana out of myself without pushing it into an object, it just dissipates. I've tried shaping it into something, but my control over it isn't that great and it never actually forms something

Today's no different from normal, with a lack of success in sensing the smaller veins. If I can't in the next few sessions, I'll just accept that I'm wrong about their existence and focus more on trying to cast my first spell. When the two hours are up, I stop this the way I always do. First, I slow down my cycling, then stop it, allowing my mana to flow at its normal rate. Then, I focus on the feel of the leaking mana and seal my mana veins, stopping the leakage. This was something I figured out how to do about a year ago.

A small gasp to my left reminds me that I'm not alone, and I look over at Daniel, who's staring at me with wide eyes. I'd completely forgotten he was here, though he'd have reminded me if he attempted to take the phone. I can always tell if someone's drawing near to me, and Ethan and I theorize it's because my ability to sense mana is pretty good, to the point that I can sense even the minuscule amount that Daniel has if he's within about five feet of me and I'm actually trying to sense mana at the moment.

Snorting to myself, I realize why he gasped and why he's staring at me in complete and utter shock.

When I stop the leak of my mana, I seem to blend into my surroundings as long as I'm surrounded by nature. Even people who are staring at me will seem to forget that I'm there, as if sealing off my mana causes a change in how one's mind perceives me. He must have been watching me pretty intensely to have noticed the sudden difference.

"You're not the only one that surprises," I tell him as I stop sealing off my mana veins, letting the bit of leakage back out. Maintaining that state is far from easy. "I'd forgotten you were here."

"Sorry," Daniel says. "I disrupted your focus, and-"

"That was me finishing up," I tell him. "I only do that last part for a few minutes at a time, anyway. It takes a lot of focus, even after a year of doing it."

"Oh, okay," he lets out a sigh of relief, then turns his gaze back to the fire. "So it's time to go?"

"I always jack off before leaving," I tell him. "So you've got a bit longer if you want to stay for that. Doing this always gets me horny."

His face immediately turns bright red, confirming to me that he was definitely watching, and he was definitely watching my dick, too. I should probably give him an option before he freaks out about what to do.

"If you want to join me, you can," I let my legs down, feeling the cool pebbles under my bare feet. "If you really want, we can even jack each other off."

Daniel stares at me in shock for several moments. Deciding to give him a few moments to decide, I reach down and begin gently stroking myself, observing him out of the corner of my eyes. He's watching me, and squirming a little bit. After about a minute, he rises and approaches, beginning to remove his clothes. He's not wearing a shirt under his hoodie, his body lean but well-defined with a pretty nice set of abs. It's also smooth, so either he comes from a family of magicians or he shaves it himself.

As soon as his dick is visible, I give it a good appraisal, not bothering to hide the action. He's uncut, like most guys here, and I'd say his dick is about 7.7" long and 1.8" thick, his foreskin covering all but around his slit. His dick sticks out straight, and he gives it a good tug before sitting to my right, his leg touching mine. It feels cool, his leg against mine, but it'll warm up quickly.

Reaching over with my left hand, I grab Daniel's dick, feeling its heat in my hand as I begin jerking him off. He lets out a pleasured gasp before grabbing mine and returning the favor. For a few moments, we just stroke each other, and I'm definitely enjoying this. It's the first time I've ever done something with a guy, and I know I'm just giving into the horny. I'd rather be doing this with Ethan, but I'd also never risk how comfortable he is with me by asking.

When I notice Daniel starting to breathe a little more heavily, a sign that he's probably close, I release his dick.

"Huh?" He gasps as he stops jacking me off, though his hand remains gripped around my dick. "I'm close, Caleb. Am I-"

"Are you clean?" I ask.

"I took a shower before coming here?" He looks at me in confusion.

"No," I clarify. "I mean, that's good, but I was asking if you had an STD or something."

"Oh!" He exclaims. "No, I don't. I'm clean."

"Alright," I pull his hand off my dick. "Then I'm going to suck you off. Don't worry, I'm clean, too."

I know this is my horny speaking, but he seems to be willing for me to do this. Since he doesn't respond, I go down, taking his dick into my mouth, sinking all the way down. With him being shorter and more slender than me, it's much easier for me to take him all the way. Daniel lets out a soft moan, putting a hand on my back, and I begin pleasuring him, using suction and my tongue as I go up and down, sometimes just playing with his head while I hold the base of his dick with my left hand, sometimes going all the way down and back up with my hand on his thigh. My right hand rests on his lower back, and Daniel starts rubbing my back in return.

"Oh!" He gasps after a few minutes. "I'm-I'm cumming!"

A moment later, his dick pulses in my mouth, and I feel his hot, salty cum hitting my tongue. I finish pulling back so that just the head of his dick is in my mouth, swallowing his cum as I do. He manages about ten shots, and it's pretty good. I keep sucking for a few moments after he finishes, playing with the sensitive tip of his dick with my tongue. Once I'm done, I pull off and sit back up, smiling at Daniel.

"That was good," I tell him. "You taste pretty good, Daniel."

"Th-thanks," his face is red, and not just from the orgasm judging by how red it is and how red his ears are. "Um. My turn."

"You don't have to if you don't want to," I tell him.

"I want to," he tells me. "I'm not sure about something that big, but you seem nice enough and are cute enough that I want to, especially after you did for me."

"You don't have to take it all," I tell him. "There's no way you'll manage if you're new to this, too. Make sure to mind your teeth, I don't like the feel of being scraped. From self-pleasure, this is my first time with a guy."

Daniel nods, and instead of sucking me the way I sucked him, he gets off the bench and kneels in front of me, spreading my legs for a better position. After a few moments of hesitation, he grabs my dick with his right hand, puts his left hand on my thigh, and takes my dick into his mouth. Jeez, this feels even better than when I do it myself. He only takes a few inches into his mouth, and alternates between having my foreskin up and not, using his tongue as much as he can. I keep a hand on his head the entire time, feeling his soft, blond hair. To help speed things up, I use my left hand to play with my right nipple.

"I'm getting ready to cum," I softly warn Daniel after a few minutes. "If it's your first time, have just the head in, pull the foreskin back. Swallow as soon as you feel the cum in your mouth."

He says something into my dick, the vibrations caused by that sending me over the edge, and I start shooting my load. Daniel swallows, though some cum still leaks out. When he finishes, he stands up, and I grab his arms and pull him down, licking the cum off his lips and chin before kissing him. At first, he's a bit stiff, but then he returns my kiss, the two of us making out for a good minute before he stops.

"If we had lube," Daniel mutters. "I'd probably ask if we could fuck."

"Top or bottom?" I ask him.

"Either works for me," he says.

"There's lube in my bag," I tell him, and he raises an eyebrow. "For the times I finger myself while here. You fuck me, I fuck you?"

"Sounds good," he steps over to my bag and opens it up, rummaging through it before pulling out the lube and returning to me. "So, um-"

"I'll lie down," I grab the phones and knife and stretch over to the next bench, setting them on it.

I lie down on the bench with my ass on the edge, then I lift my legs up and spread them. Daniel moves between my legs and I let them rest against his sides, then he begins lubing himself up.

"Use a bit more than that," I tell him. "You'll want to use a little more than enough to coat it, to make sure it stays slick."

"This is your first time?"

"I have fingers."

"Right."

I snort as he adds a little more lube, then he sets the tube down on the other bench before turning back to face me. Daniel grabs his dick and moves forward a little, and I can feel the slicked head of it rubbing between my asscheeks for a moment before it starts to push in.

"Mh!" I moan softly as I feel his thickness inside of me, stretching my ass more than my fingers ever have.

Daniel pushes until his dick is all the way inside of me, his crotch against my ass, his eyes closed as he takes in the pleasure of having my ass squeezing his dick. For a minute, he remains like this, unmoving. Then, he begins pulling back, before pushing in once more, entering into a slow, but pleasurable rhythm, just enough lube on his dick to keep it sliding without being uncomfortable. A few minutes pass before he leans forward a little, the shifting position of his dick feeling pleasurable in a new way as he opens his eyes and meets my gaze.

Reaching up with my left hand, I start playing with his right nipple.

"Ooh!" He moans softly. "That feels good, Caleb. This feels good."

"You can go a little bit faster," I tell him as I start teasing my left nipple with my other hand.

"Okay," Daniel nods. "Okay."

Daniel increases his speed a little bit, the feeling of him penetrating me, filling my ass with his dick, increasing from this. Playing with his nipple becomes a little more difficult, so I switch to just pressing my hand against his chest, feeling the heat of his body with it. I switch which hand is doing what after a few minutes, Daniel leaning forward a little bit more, the angle of his dick changing once again.

"I think," he gasps after a few more minutes. "I think I'm-unh!"

"You can cum in me," I tell him, knowing he wants to pull out just in case. "Cum in me, Daniel."

"Okay!" He gasps, then picks up the pace a little more. "Unh! Ooh!"

The changed pace feels even better, and I let out a few moans of pleasure in response, both because I'm enjoying it and they were bubbling up, and to let Daniel know it definitely feels good. Less than a minute passes before he thrusts all the way inside, and I can feel his hot cum entering my ass. When he finishes, Daniel stays inside of me for a minute, the two of us breathing heavily as he starts to recover from this. Just to ensure I've got a bit more cum for him, I take the time to cycle some more magic through me, since it increases production, too. That's one of its many 'benefits', I've found.

Daniel slowly pulls out of my ass, then I get off the bench, feeling a little sore in the backside but ready for my turn. He lies down without complaint, and I grab the lube and start lubing myself up as he lifts his legs up in preparation. Once my dick is thoroughly coated in lube, I slowly push two lubed-up fingers into his ass to loosen him up a little bit. I don't go with more than two, though I do spend a couple of minutes on this, enjoying the way he's squirming and gasping, especially when I rub my fingers against his prostate.

Once I feel he's ready, I set the lube down, then guide my dick into his ass, gasping in pleasure at the tightness around it, at how hot his ass is and how it's squeezing my dick.

"Ooh," I moan as I lean forward, enjoying Daniel's gasps and sighs and moans of pleasure. "I'm going to start now."

"Okay," he nods, then I begin thrusting.

I start off slow, like Daniel did, enjoying the feel of his tight ass squeezing my dick as it moves inside him, at the warmth of it and the slickness. Without waiting for a cue from him, I start increasing my speed, slowly picking up the pace until I find the point where his moans and reaction seems to be the most pleasured. There, I stop, leaning forward a little and adjusting my angle and speed again, until I can keep going while playing with his nipples while he holds my wrists without making him uncomfortable despite my size. I want to bend down and kiss him, but I'm not sure how feasible that is from this position.

Because of my two previous climaxes today, it takes me a little bit to reach this one, and Daniel's moans only increase the longer it takes. When I feel myself reaching my peak, I push all the way in, moving my hands to his stomach as I begin shooting my load into his ass. Upon finishing, I simply stare into his eyes, breathing heavily, for a minute. Then, I pull out, Daniel moaning softly as I do.

"Damn," he gasps. "That felt good."

"Thanks," I tell him. "Both times felt good."

"Yeah," he nods. "They did. I can feel it starting to leak out of my-wait, it's been leaking out of you, hasn't it?"

"Yup," I turn around and rummage through my backpack, pulling out the tissues and wipes. "Let's clean up a little. These are safe to burn, so we can just toss 'em into the fire once we finish. Then let's just sit and relax a bit. Maybe snack a little, too."

I was actually planning on just relaxing here after I jacked off, so other than Daniel still being here, there's not much different from those plans. The company might even be nice, if I'm honest with myself.

"I'll get you first," he says. "Then you can get me, and we can, uh, take care of the blanket."

"Sounds like a plan."

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