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.

"This orange is really good," Daniel comments after eating only a few slices of it. "I've never had any that weren't in a can before."

The entire Western Hemisphere is the Autumn Realm, and the entire Eastern Hemisphere is the Winter Realm. Only for three months a year does that change, with us receiving winter and them receiving autumn. Because of that, stuff like oranges, which need a more tropical climate than which exists in our world, are grown in greenhouse orchards. No one knows where the crops that we all use that require alternates climates originated from, but we're more than happy to have them. However, the need to carefully grow things in greenhouses and greenhouse orchards has made some things on the expensive side.

"Can't afford it?" I ask.

"Not really," he answers. "We get by and have some extra spending money, but not enough for luxuries like fresh oranges. I've thought about getting a job, but the few places I've applied to rejected me. It's hard for me to put on the friendly front they want when I feel so down all the time."

Some people can still smile when they're down, but I guess Daniel doesn't have the energy for that, even if he had the energy for some pretty nice sex. It's a different kind of energy, though, so I guess it makes sense that he can do one but not the other.

"Do you have any clue as to what you want to do?" I ask. "You seemed to be thinking about stuff for awhile before I finished, when you weren't ogling me, and again while we were eating."

We still haven't dressed after our sex, instead sitting beside each other and enjoying the feel of the other against us and the heat of the fire, my backpack moved beside me on this bench now so that we can easily reach in and pull out snacks. The oranges were the last things I pulled out.

"No," he answers. "I mostly got depressed over how together you seem to be. Even if we haven't really talked, I can tell you seem to know what you're doing with your life and what you're planning on being. What do you do, anyway?"

"I'm a student at Nombridas Magic Academy," I answer. "Just started my first year there last month. My parents have worked hard to ensure I won't need money for awhile, even after I graduate. However, my dad's a professor on enchanting there, and I've learned a fair bit of it and sometimes make stuff to sell on the side."

Usually to Ethan, who prefers me as his enchanter for anything I can do. I've enchanted all of his clothes and am the one who made all of the spell wands and the guardian amulet he wears. Normally, a rich heir like Ethan would use ones made by an actual professional, but he trusts people too little. Enchanted clothes isn't easy, either, and it's rare for anyone outside of royalty to have them – but I'm able to enchant clothes relatively easily, and I don't remember when or why I started enchanting his clothes for greater protection, but I've done it for awhile now.

"So you're in the enchanting course?" Daniel asks.

"No," I answer. "I'm taking the Magical Theory course. I am taking some enchanting classes, but only because it's required for my course load. To truly understand the theories of magic, you have to not just know the theories, but have some understanding of how different things interact or how different magical things are. Enchanting, magic beasts, and magic plants are all things we have to learn about for this course."

Daniel gives me a befuddled look.

"Magical theory?" He asks. "That's an actual course? Is that even a useful course?"

"Sure it is," I answer. "It's actually pretty useful for devising strategies for magical warfare, but its main purpose is usually as a secondary degree for people in certain fields, such as enchanting. In fact, if you want to go into any of the major magical courses at most magic academies, you have to take a basic magical theory course."

"Oh," he says. "So if you're taking it but not for enchanting… what are you taking a magical theory course for?"

"Research into how to use magic like the mages of old did."

"You know that those are myths, right?" He asks. "It's been proven humans can't use magic like that."

"That 'proof' isn't definitive," I say. "Many magical beasts or plants use magic directly. We have to then use parts from them or magical stones to use magic. But there's nothing that truly says we humans can't actually use magic directly. My goal is to prove those who doubt it wrong by managing to actually cast spells. My meditation earlier is actually part of this attempt, but I won't say why it is nor how it connects."

"You don't have to worry about me figuring it out without being told," he shrugs. "I don't know much about how magic works, and I know even less about magical theory."

"Even Ethan can't figure it out," I tell him. "I wouldn't expect you to just by knowing I was meditating."

"Alright," he says, then sighs before eating another slice of the orange.

We finish off the oranges, then use wipes to clean our hands off, then toss the wipes into the fire and sit in silence. Daniel's silence reminds me of Ethan, anytime my friend starts to let his own depression affect him. He's gotten pretty good at managing it, though, but it's mostly by hanging out with me and doing stuff to get his mind off the depressing things. Whatever Daniel's going through, I hope he figures things out.

Deciding to give him some more time to just sit here and think, I focus inward again, cycling my mana through my body. Even if I know this is going to result in me getting a boner again, I don't care much. I'll take care of it later, by myself, rather than with Daniel again. However, that doesn't mean I don't expect it to come up – especially since a small peek I make shows that Daniel's noticed, judging by his own erection that soon pops up.

At noon, I stop cycling my mana, a mild headache having come on and my stomach rumbling out of a need for food.

"It's time to get going," I tell Daniel. "Once we're dressed, I'll give you your phone back."

"Okay," he says. "Before we go, uh, I was wondering if maybe I could blow you again? You don't have to return the favor, but watching you while you were doing that and hard kind of made me horny again, and I rather liked doing stuff with you. Though I know you probably don't want to do everything again."

He wants to do stuff with me again? That opens a door for something else. Though I'm horny this time, I'm thinking a little bit more than beyond that with what I say next. I know I wasn't going to do it again, but I might as long as he agrees to something.

"Sure," I answer. "Under one condition, Daniel."

"What is it?" He looks worried.

"We exchange numbers and meet up again," I tell him. "Sometimes just to hang out, sometimes for sex. I don't want this to be a one-time thing. You seem nice enough, and I liked doing stuff with you. I might have let my horny mood decide things earlier, but I'm not right now."

"So you mean," he speaks slowly, carefully, a small light of hope and amazement in those beautiful blue eyes of his. "You want to become boyfriends?"

"No," I answer, and see the light start to die. "We don't know each other well enough for me to be comfortable with calling us that, Daniel. We can start off as fuck-buddies, maybe hang out without the sex as well. We won't be exclusive, so we can get with other guys if we want. Then, later on, once we know each other better and are more comfortable with each other, we can talk about what we are."

"Oh," he says, the light returning just a little. "So fuck-buddies with potential for more, but we aren't exclusive?"

"Yeah," I answer. "No commitment for now, Daniel. This way, if something we like better comes along, we can go for it. What do you say?"

"That if your stomach wasn't rumbling up a storm, I'd ask for us to do the whole thing over again, rather than just me swallowing."

I snort, then Daniel gets off the bench and kneels in front of me. I spread my legs as he gets between them, then he grabs the base of my dick and starts licking at the tip, soon pulling my foreskin back to get at the sensitive head. Letting out a soft sigh of pleasure, I put a hand on his head as I grip the bench with my other hand. Daniel then takes the tip of my dick into his mouth, sliding his tongue over and around it, and I move my hand down from his head to his back, feeling his soft skin with my fingers. Because his back had been facing away from the fire until just a few moments ago, it's rather cool to the touch, though it's warming up now.

"Mh," Daniel moans softly, looking up and meeting his gaze.

There's something about that action that turns me on a little bit more, and I pull my hand up to the back of his head, gently pulling it forward. Understanding what I want, Daniel takes more of my dick into his mouth, stopping when it becomes too much for him, then he pulls his head back and moves it back forward. Bobbing back and forth, Daniel makes sure to use his tongue a fair bit, and I move my hand down to his shoulder. His body's hot from the heat of the fire and his aroused state, and it feels nice.

He seems to find it difficult to maintain eye contact while giving me a blowjob, so he alternates back and forth between bobbing his head back and forth and just making eye contact with me. While doing the latter, Daniel keeps just the head of my dick in his mouth, my foreskin pulled back, his tongue playing with the sensitive tip. It feels pretty amazing, and I can't wait to see if we get to the point he can keep going as he makes eye contact with me – and to see if we get to the point that he can take me all the way.

All things must come to an end, though, including this amazing pleasure he's giving me. Even if I want to go eat, I want to hold off as long as I can to let this keep going.

"Mh!" I moan as I try to hold back. "Unh!"

My moans, gasps, and slight whimpers are all soft as I try to hold off on cumming, and judging by how much more into this Daniel gets, I think it likes it. Hopefully, I get better at holding off the more we do this, because while I really like this, I want to make sure he gets what he wants out of it, too, and he's definitely into this.

"Almost there," I tell Daniel. "Nh! Almost there, Daniel! Oooh!"

I begin shooting my load, Daniel swallowing as I do. Just like last time, he doesn't manage to swallow completely, a little bit leaking out of his lips. Once he finishes, he licks his lips and starts to stand, a small smile playing at his lips, happiness in his eyes. I don't let him stand completely so that I can lick the rest of the cum off his lips and chin, then we kiss for a moment. When I break off the kiss, he finishes standing, which puts his nipples at just the right height for me.

Grabbing him by the sides, I pull Daniel forward, causing him to let out a small exclamation of surprise, then I begin licking his nipples, feeling his dick rubbing against my stomach and chest as I do.

"Mh!" Daniel moans softly as I gently bite his right nipple. "Caleb, are you going to-unh! Suck me?"

"Do you want me to?" I ask. "Or do you want to keep it for added pleasure when you get home and jerk off to your new fantasies? Maybe save it for next time?"

"Next time?" He takes a step back, looking down at me with hesitation in his eyes. "Do you mean, um, that we, uh, might get together soon?"

"Maybe not tomorrow," I tell him. "But possibly by the end of the week. If you want to hold off until then. Though I'm not going to do the same – I enjoy sucking myself off in the morning too much for that."

"You suck yourself in the mornings?"

"Before getting out of bed," I grin at him.

"That explains why you could go all the way down," he says. "I was wondering if I was really your first time."

"You are," I tell him.

"I'll save it for when I get home," he tells me. "It'll be extra-nice in the shower. And I won't save it until we hook up again, but maybe let me know a couple of days in advance? So that I can get ready?"

He means so that he can edge himself.

"Sure," I say. "Let's get dressed, then exchange numbers. I'll need a picture of you, both to add as a contact and to give to Ethan to pass on to his security, so they know you've been caught once and had promised not to trespass again. Being my fuck-buddy doesn't get you out of that."

"That's fine," he hesitates for a moment. "I take it I can't get a naked picture of you, now that we're, well, you know?"

"No," I answer. "I'm a bit sensitive about that."

"Okay," he nods. "Do you want a naked picture of me? No strings attached or anything, just a picture? I know we just met, but I wouldn't mind it with you, Caleb."

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yeah," he nods. "Honestly, knowing someone has a nude of me makes me a little excited."

Chances are high he'll retract that after what I say next. Ethan likes to check out the pictures on my phone because I sometimes take random pictures of things and he likes to look at them. This means that Ethan will see any nudes that end up on my phone.

"Okay," I say. "Well, I want to be honest with you, Daniel – Ethan goes through my phone all the time, including my pictures. I don't plan on stopping him from doing that anymore, which means if I take a nude of you, he'll see it. Because of that, if I do take a nude of you, I'll be informing him of it the next time I see him, and he'll likely see then."

Daniel hesitates on that, then shakes his head.

"As long as it's only looks," he says. "I don't mind. But if it's sending-"

"It won't be," I assure him. "Ethan's not the type to steal a picture without my permission, either. Don't worry about being blackmailed."

"Okay," he nods. "Go ahead and take the pic. It makes me nervous knowing someone else will see it, but kind of adds to the thrill. I've never felt like this before."

So it's because of the thrill of it that he's this willing? That's interesting, but I guess I can understand that. For someone who's depressed and doesn't know what he's going to do with his life, getting a fuck-buddy and having them have a nude of him is probably the most exciting thing to happen to him.

Picking up my phone, I unlock it and open up the camera, then take a picture of Daniel. The picture is enough to show him from the head down to his thighs, keeping his erection in full view. It's honestly kind of sexy. Once the picture's taken, we both get dressed, then I snap a picture of his face for Ethan and security to use. Then Daniel takes a face picture of me, and we add each other as contacts, with him adding that picture as the one for me in his contacts, and me using the nude for his. I don't use the full picture, just from the shoulders-up, enough to show that he's not wearing a shirt in it.

"Let's head down now," I tell Daniel as I pull on my backpack.

Daniel slips on his backpack, then I put out the fire using water from the buckets. There's some extra water, so I dump that out in the trees before upturning the buckets under the tables. With all of that finished, we begin the walk down to the parking lot. The only discussion that occurs on the way is me asking what's in the bag, which he reveals is a blanket and a first-aid kit, just in case.

When we reach the cars, I bid Daniel a good day, then wait for him to leave before pulling out my phone and dialing Ethan's number. I'm telling him immediately about Daniel having been here, as well as about us having sex here and that I plan on getting with Daniel again. Even if it's something that's a bit personal, I feel that Ethan has a right to know what goes on there.

Since it's only twelve-thirty and a Saturday, he's probably still asleep. He only wakes up early for school or if he has some important meeting to attend to in order to uphold his family's status.

It used to be that Ethan had private tutors who taught him in the afternoon, who'd teach him after he woke up at two, having gone to bed no earlier than five in the morning. However, a couple of weeks after we met, he decided to attend a proper school just for the experience. Judging by the fact that he went through the rest of middle school and all of high school, then enrolled at Nombridas Magic Academy with me, I'd say that he's fine with regular school in addition to the tutors he still sees to help him in the areas he's struggling.

I'm not entirely sure why Ethan is attending college, though, especially since he's taking the magical theory course, which doesn't actually help with his family's stuff. I'm not actually sure what his family's thing is – no one I've asked really does and there's nothing public about it – but Ethan's admitted that the magical theory course won't do anything for him in regards to it. I think he took it mostly as a way of having something 'else' to focus on outside of his work.

Regardless of what it is, though, Ethan's managed to maintain his ability to sleep until two in the afternoon any chance he gets and attend a normal school on top of the necessary private lessons. All of that is why I'm surprised when he answers the call on the first ring.

"He'o," he groggily says.

"Did I wake you?" I ask.

"Jus' woke up," Ethan responds. "Saw your number and answered. Anyone else, I'd'a said 'no' and went back to snugging under my blankets. What's up?"

His speech always gets a bit bad when he's tired, though once he starts to actually wake up, he'll talk normally. The same goes if something comes up while he's still waking up. Something that actually requires his attention, though. Ethan's sleepy self is one of the things that I find pretty attractive, especially since he becomes a lot more cuddly until he starts to actually wake up, and I don't think he's realized this about himself yet.

"When I got to the bonfire," I tell him. "There was someone else here."

"Didja get a pic?" He asks.

"Yep," I answer. "He promised not to come back without permission, and even if I actually trust this one on that, I'm still going to send you the picture. Wanted to let you know that I let him stay while I was here."

"Why?" He does his best to hide the yawn that follows his question from me, but I catch it anyway.

"He seems a bit depressed," I answer. "And upon probing, I found out that he was wanting someplace quiet to think about his future. His reason for being there was different from what I normally find in the trespassers, and I was there the entire time he was after that. I hope you're not mad at me for not forcing him to leave immediately."

"No," Ethan suddenly seems very awake, his voice more alert and defined. "I'd never be mad at you for that, Caleb, I trust your judgment. He was wanting to think about his future? I take it it's not something like he failed a big test and so was sulking?"

"He doesn't know what he wants to do with himself," I explain. "It doesn't seem like much catches his interest, so he's trying to figure things out. He'd go to school, but doesn't know what he wants to do. He'd find a job, but isn't able to muster up the fake enthusiasm that jobs want, so he fails the interviews."

"I see," Ethan says, his words here careful. "Did you do your usual Saturday meditation, then?"

His real question there is if Daniel saw me naked, and I know he's worried about potential issues. This is a good spot to bring up what I wanted to tell him.

"I took his phone during the time I was naked," I tell Ethan. "And, um, please don't be mad, but Daniel and I actually, uh, had sex here. It was consensual, I promise. I was just a bit horny after the meditation, as you know happens, and told him he could either leave then or jack off with me, and one thing led to another, and we ended up in each other's mouths and asses. And no, it's not a 'I fucked him and we'll never see each other again' thing, Ethan. I asked him for his number so that I could meet up with him again."

Ethan mutters what sounds like a swear, but I can't be too sure.

"Sorry," my voice is quiet. "I was a bit horny because of the meditation, and he was interested, and I probably shouldn't have-"

"No, it's not that," Ethan says. "I promise I'm not mad at you, Caleb. If you want to have sex there, I'm not going to be upset. I'd already figured that you jerk off after your meditation sessions, I don't see much difference in doing that there than having sex. So you're boyfriends now?"

"Nothing committed," I tell him. "We haven't even arranged to meet up again yet. I might call him later in the week to see about meeting up. Are you sure you're not mad? I mean, I let someone stay, and then I had sex with them and am planning on meeting up again, so-"

"Caleb," Ethan interrupts. "I'm not mad, I promise. Surprised, but not mad. Who you screw or get screwed by is up to you. I just hope you're careful with stuff like that."

"Alright," I let out a breath in relief. "Speaking of that, I'm going to head home and take care of things, Ethe, I'll see you for dinner?"

We don't actually have plans for dinner, but I know Ethan's free this evening. If he tells me he can't meet up for dinner, then I'll know he's upset over me having sex in the clearing.

"About that, actually," he says, leading me to realize my fear is real. "Mind waiting for me at the parking lot? You're still there, right?"

That's an unexpected response.

"Sure," I answer. "Mind if I ask why?"

"So that I'm not walking up to the bonfire by myself," he tries to hide another yawn from me, but fails again. "Give me, uh, thirty minutes to go to the bathroom, take a shower, get dressed, and have someone get some food ready. We can do lunch there, and dinner, too, if you want. It's not an all-day hangout like we do there once a month, but it'll still be nice."

Then again, I can't remember a time that Ethan has ever been mad at me about anything. Despite getting angry – outright furious, even – with others all the time, he's never once shown himself to be upset with me. Anytime I worry over having upset him, he pays me extra attention, too, even arranging an on-the-spot hangout, just like now. This may be his attempt at reassuring me that I haven't upset him, which is something I've never thought about before.

It works.

"Sure," I tell him. "If you're not here in half an hour, I'm ditching."

"Sure you are!" He laughs. "I'll be there in about half an hour, Caleb."

"See you," I say, then end the call.

I pocket my phone, then lean against my car and wait, glad Ethan's not mad at me over the sex or over me allowing Daniel to stay longer. While waiting for my best friend to show up, I meditate a little bit more, cycling my mana through my mana veins once more. When I did this while Daniel and I were doing stuff, that was the first time I'd ever done it while not focusing purely on it, even if I wasn't really doing anything at the moment. What would it be like if I did this while actually having sex and not just having someone rest their dick in my ass? Something to explore in the future, but not at the moment.

Ethan takes closer to forty minutes to arrive, and by the time he does, I'm ready to just take whatever food he's brought and start shoving it down my throat. I've cycled my mana a lot today, and I had sex plus the walk to and from the bonfire clearing. Breakfast was over six hours ago, too.

When Ethan steps out of his car, I have to take a few moments to admire him. He has platinum-blond hair and deep, dark green eyes that I love. He's wearing a pair of black and dark green sneakers, a pair of dark green shorts, and a dark green hoodie, though I know he's probably wearing a sleeveless underneath – probably dark green. Ethan has the same taste in colors as me: darker greens, blues, and purples, with some greys and some black mixed in. I love his look in the hoodie, and how he looks out of it. It hides his lean build with some light definition, and when he's shirtless, I get to see his pink nipples and well-developed abs.

If I'm lucky, he'll end up shirtless, allowing me to check out those parts of him.

In addition to that outfit, Ethan has on his guardian amulet, which is a wolf set against a ring with a pair of wings from the background folded over the wing, as if enclosing it a little, the charm hanging from a silver chain. There's also a black and green watch on his left wrist, a black leather cord on his left ankle with a silver clasp, and a wolf's fang hanging from a black cord, which I know has a silver clasp as well. The necklace and anklet were both gifts from me, and the amulet is a protective talisman he had me make.

"Hey," Ethan greets me.

"Good afternoon, Prince Sleepy," I grin at him. "Ready for a bonfire lunch?"

"Heck yeah," he walks around to the trunk of his car. "Come on."

Ethan opens up the trunk, and I walk around to the side of the car, opening the door as he pulls the parts for a wagon out of the trunk. He fits the sides into the base and secures them into place, then I pull the five-gallon drinks cooler out of the back seat, setting it into the front of the wagon. It's full of water for us to drink, which is good because I ran out of water in my bottles while out here. I pull the cooler out of the back seat and set it into the wagon as well, the cooler just barely long enough to take up the rest of the space in the wagon. Ethan then pulls out three decent-sized picnic baskets and sets them on top of the cooler along with a pair of rolled-up blankets, then drops two roasting forks into the wagon before strapping the baskets and blankets down with bungee cords he fixes to the sides of the wagon.

"Let's go," he closes his trunk, and I close the back doors to the car, which he then locks.

"Let's," I say, and we begin walking on the trail, Ethan pulling the wagon. Runes light up on its panels and wheels as he pushes his mana into it in order to activate the lightweight enchantment to make pulling it over the distance and up the incline easier. "Waking up around twelve-thirty on a Saturday is rare for you. You didn't have plans, did you?"

I've only ever caught him a few times when he woke up early and I wasn't aware of any plans he had, but he'd never had any plans on those occasions. Today's probably no different from those times.

"Nah," he answers. "I sometimes wake up at an unearthly hour when I don't need to, but I usually pretend to still be asleep and keep snuggling under the blankets until two. Unless, of course, my phone goes off, then I check it. If it's you, I answer. If it's someone else, I curse them and go back to snuggling."

So yeah, today's no different than those other few times I caught him early without an awareness he'd be up early. I can understand him wanting to continue trying to sleep, though – Ethan really doesn't like getting up before two in the afternoon. Which makes his whole desire to go to school even stranger, especially as he's attending academy now that he's graduated from high school. He probably only even bothers answering for me because I'm his only friend.

"You said," Ethan switches subjects. "That you planned on meeting this guy again?"

"Daniel, yeah," I answer, worried he might actually have some issue with it. "It probably wasn't the best of ideas to get with him after just meeting him, but you know how horny I get after doing my meditation. I know that's probably not an excuse, but-"

"No, I'm fine with it," Ethan interrupts me. "Was he clean?"

"Uh, yeah," I answer. "At least, he said he was, and I'm pretty sure he was being honest."

"Alright," Ethan seems to think over something. "Remember how I had you get those vaccines a few years ago? The ones you didn't know anything about?"

What's with this change of topic?

"Yeah, why?" I ask. "You never did tell me what they were."

"The cheapest of those costs around twenty grand," he tells me, and I stop walking, staring at him in shock. "Come on, Caleb. It's the only time I've ever spent that much money on you for something."

There were quite a few of those vaccines – they had to be given over the course of two years. That means he spent hundreds of thousands, possibly even a million or more, on them for me.

"It's standard for heirs like me to start receiving them when we turn ten," he tells me. "A precautionary measure. I found out what they were for when we were fourteen and requested that you get them, too."

"You're going to finally tell me what they were for?" I ask.

"Ever heard of a major member of any great family ever getting an STD?" He asks.

"Isn't that because the big families like their privacy and don't report it?" I ask.

"No," he answers. "It's because they've developed vaccines to pretty much every STD we have. However, they're absurdly costly to make, and it's not to limit it to the rich. One of the crucial ingredients is purified troll blood and a drop of phoenix blood."

Troll blood isn't in short supply, but purifying it to make it something safe for consumable alchemy is pretty expensive. I can buy a pint of troll blood at an alchemy store for maybe five dollars. It would cost around five hundred times that to purify half that amount. As for phoenix blood, well, a single drop of it can cost three or four grand. It's pretty much advised to take it only upon request and from a willing phoenix, because the great, majestic creatures are powerful enough to raze entire cities when angered.

"That explains why there's no public knowledge about it," I say.

"Yeah," he nods. "Alchemy works wonders for making magical cures and vaccines, but that doesn't mean they're cheap."

"Why'd you choose to protect me?" I ask. "And, uh, not tell me about it?"

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