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); solo.

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Chapter Five.

The bonfire crackles as Ethan and I snuggle together under a blanket on one of the benches, neither of us having bothered to dress after we had sex. We moved to the bench awhile ago, only getting up to make dinner. The bonfire isn't too high now, having begun to burn low with neither of us having recently added wood to it.

We ate burgers and the rest of the snacks Ethan brought for dinner and throughout the afternoon, stuffing ourselves until we couldn't eat any more. After all of the sex I had today, along with all of the meditation on my magic and mana, I was pretty starved. Ethan wasn't quite as hungry as I was, but he still put away a fair bit.

It's now late enough that the sun is going to set before I get home. If we packed up and went down to our cars right this moment, it would probably be dark before we drove off. I don't mind that so much, getting to snuggle my boyfriend after sex and dinner is more than nice.

Ethan's sitting on my left, his right hand holding my left, our fingers intertwined and our hands resting on our legs, which are resting against each other. The blanket is protecting our backs from the cold, while the fire is warming our fronts and our legs. There's a little bit of coolness against the backs of our legs, but we adjusted the blanket covering the bench so that it was hanging down, providing some protection there as well.

Overall, I'm pretty happy. A little bored, though, so while leaning against Ethan, feeling his side against mine, I cycled my magic some more. The only reason I've stopped doing that is because Ethan squeezed my hand, and since he hasn't done that at all, before or after dinner, I'm assuming it means he wanted to get my attention.

"Can I make a confession to you?" He asks when I meet his gaze, those dark green eyes of his full of curiosity and love.

"Do you really need to ask?" I ask.

"I guess not," he gives me a kiss, and we hold it for a few moments before he breaks it off. "I won't pretend to understand what your meditation has to do with rediscovering the ancient ways of using magic, but…"

He looks a bit hesitant, a small amount of worry in his eyes. Whatever he's about to say, it has him worried that I might get upset with him.

"Just as it would take me doing something massive," I tell him. "For you to get upset with me, Ethe, it would take you doing something massive for me to get upset with you."

I give him a kiss and squeeze his hand in reassurance, and that seems to work, the worry in his eyes fading just a little bit.

"I've thought about how the ancients might have used magic properly," he admits. "In an attempt to help you out. I've done so for a few years now, but was always worried that you'd be upset that you can't take all the glory for yourself."

"It's not about the glory," I rest my forehead against the side of his head. "I just think it would be pretty neat to use spells directly rather than needing enchanted items. If I only manage to make this discovery because a friend helped me out, why would it matter?"

Ethan doesn't respond to that, but I can tell he's realized he was being a little foolish.

"So," I turn my head so that we're just resting our heads against each other. "Does that mean you figured something out?"

"No," he sighs. "For the last few years, I've tried hard as I can to figure out something that could help you, but I haven't been able to figure it out. Even with you and my private tutors helping me with the Magical Theory course studies, I haven't managed to figure something out. It's kind of frustrating, to be honest, and I haven't put in as much effort as you have. You're amazing, Cay. You really are. How you haven't given up on this despite the lack of progress, how you continue to push forward despite that, how much time and effort you put into discovering this… I really envy your drive, Caleb."

"Thanks," I tell him. "It's frustrating, not having such fast results, but if I succeed, it will have been more than worth it. No longer would I need to use an enchanted rod or magical stone for light in the dark, I can simply cast the spell myself."

I pull my head away from him and give him a small smile.

"Besides," I say. "I've managed to increase my mana reserves and recovery so much during these attempts. Then there's the fact that I've figured out how to use my magic to promote healing, cum production, prepare myself for sex, get hard-"

"Okay, okay!" He chuckles. "I get it, Cay. You've figured out plenty of useful things. Even if you fail in your goal, you've received benefits from it. It's possible you'll even figure out more as time goes on."

One theory that I have is that stronger mana veins, and therefore a higher mana capacity, might actually affect one's aging. It's quite possible that because of this, I'll actually end up aging slower than I would had I never increased my capacity. The basis for this theory of mine is the fact that every single creature with immense mana capacities lives a long time. They live a very long time, some of them even surpassing a thousand years of life. The ancient mages were rumored to live for centuries as well.

Ethan releases my hand and slides his across my back, holding my side as he leans against me. If the two of us are going to be together a long time, which I really hope we are, then it would probably be depressing for me to outlive him. To outlive anyone. It's always been a struggle not to tell him some of my secrets regarding this.

My plans always involved telling him once I'd managed to succeed because then I could teach him how to use magic the ancient way. It's not out of a desire for fame that I want to be first, but out of a desire to be able to protect myself and protect Ethan, and to let Ethan protect himself. If others learned how to use magic the old way first, then Ethan might find himself at a greater risk of harm.

"I think," I say. "That I can tell you at least part of what I'm doing, Ethan. With my meditation."

"The one that makes you hard and horny?" He asks, reaching over with his left hand to gently rub my dick.

"Yeah," I answer. "And if you keep touching it, then I'm going to assume we're going for another round."

He smiles at me, but moves his hand down to rest on my leg. I slide my left hand around and hold his side and my right hand to his left, resting it on top. He told me that he wants to hold off on another round so that he's plenty ready for doing it with both me and Daniel, if Daniel agrees to meet us out here.

"I've never asked what you were doing with that," he tells me. "Other than always getting horny. I'd just assumed that the focus point of your meditation was something, well, sexual."

"No," I answer. "What I'm actually doing is meditation only in that it's me focusing on a single thing. That single thing is my mana, and I've been slowly increasing my capacity and recovery of it while getting a better feel for it through the particular type of meditation I'm doing. The way I'm doing that results in slightly-increased healing, a boner, and increased cum production. I think I'm close to taking this to the next stage, and once I do, I think I might actually manage to figure out how to cast spells the way the ancient mages did."

"Wait," he looks at me with wide eyes. "That meditation you're doing actually is part of your research? And it's actually yielded results?"

"Yes."

"I'd always thought it was just you meditating to help you calm your mind and let you focus on things," he tells me. "I didn't realize it was the actual thing you were doing for your research! That's… wow! I take it you won't tell me the specifics?"

"Right now," I tell him. "I'm still hesitant on that. Maybe once I reach the next stage, or after I figure out how to cast a spell. You will be the first I teach the method to, though. I promise you that, Ethan."

I did just give him a clue as to what I'm doing, and I don't think it I'd care if he figured it out and starting doing it on his own. Knowing Ethan, he'd probably tell me if he figured it out, but only in private, such as here.

"What about Lucas?" He asks.

"He'd be second."

Ethan chuckles, then kisses me on the cheek.

"We should probably leave now," he tells me. "As much as I don't want to leave you, I've got some paperwork I need to finish up. While I'd ask if you wanted to stay the night, I know you probably have plans."

"I was thinking about popping a surprise visit on Lucas," I inform him. "Let him know that I'm dating now. If I told him I wanted to talk with him, he'd get anxious as hell."

Lucas has anxiety problems, and even though he knows he doesn't really have reason to feel anxious about me, some things are harder to listen to than others. So anytime I feel the need to tell him something that's a surprise and best done in person, I perform a surprise visit so that he doesn't faint from his anxiety over what I could possibly be wanting to tell him that I wouldn't over the phone.

"Going to see if he's interested?" Ethan asks.

"No," I answer. "I just want to let him know I'm dating you now and have a friend-with-benefits as well. I don't think he'd have an issue with it, and I'd rather not try to hide it from him. He might feel as if I don't trust him anymore if I didn't tell him and he found out later, and I don't want him feeling that way because I trust him the same."

"Okay," he says. "Good luck, Cay."

"Thanks," I say.

We rest for another minute, then reluctantly get up and start dressing. With the sun beginning to set now, the temperature has dropped a little. We dress quickly, then pack up all of our stuff before returning down to the cars. Once we reach the cars, we quickly load his stuff back into his, then Ethan pulls me against him for a kiss.

"Today was nice," he murmurs. "And pretty surprising, for me."

"It was pretty surprising for me, too," I smile. "I didn't wake up expecting to get a boyfriend and a fuck-buddy, yet I've got both of them now."

"Yeah," he smiles. "I'm glad we've finally discussed our feelings. Being your boyfriend instead of just your friend makes me happy."

"Getting to date one of my two crushes makes me happy," I smile back. "Good luck with the paperwork."

"Thanks," he says. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, quarter-to-eight?"

"Yeah," I answer. "See you tomorrow, quarter-to-eight, Ethan."

We kiss for a minute, Ethan sliding a hand under my shirt and feeling my abs, his fingers cold against me. When we finally separate, I give him a pretty tight hug, then kiss him on the neck.

"See you tomorrow, Ethe."

"See you, Cay."

I climb into my car and begin the drive home, quite happy with how today turned out. With Lucas, I don't intend on letting him know I'm attracted to him, just that I'm in a relationship now. After obtaining a boyfriend and a fuck-buddy in the same day, I don't want to tempt the universe by asking out my other crush. That may actually result in Lucas getting upset and wanting to put some distance between us for awhile.

Because I'm the only person he talks with, there's a good chance that he'd end up suffering mentally from not having a friend around as much anymore. That could result in a bigger rift forming between us as he becomes more and more of a recluse. While this could just be my imagination running away from me, it's something I want to avoid happening.

Informing him that I'm now in a relationship with Ethan and have entered into a sexual relationship with a potential new friend shouldn't be a problem. He won't feel as if I'm putting pressure on him, just letting him know that my relationship status has changed. I really don't think he'd have an issue with me being gay.

When I arrive home, I head straight up to my room. Neither of my parents are home right now, so there's no one to stop and talk with on the way. Mom has her thing with her friends, and I'm not sure what Dad is doing since he hadn't mentioned plans to leave when we were talking at breakfast.

In my bedroom, I drop off my backpack and strip off my clothes, then grab the blanket I used at the bonfire today and dump it into the hamper just for those blankets. I have ten total of the blankets I use for that, but only six of them need washing. Since I'm planning on taking a shower, I'll start the blankets after.

With that taken care of, I step into my bathroom and turn on the shower, enjoying the feel of the hot water on my skin. I scrub myself thoroughly, not needing to be careful with my dick and ass. Despite the workout both have been given, neither are really that sore. Cycling my mana through myself really does help me heal a little faster, and since soreness is sort of caused by damage, it helps with this, too.

It's an interesting benefit, and one I plan on taking advantage of, especially since I realized earlier that I could cycle my mana while doing other things. Thinking about that, I start cycling my mana while washing myself. I find myself needing to move slower as I do this, careful not to screw things up with the cycling. I don't know why I didn't think about doing this before, but as I grow used to cycling my mana while moving around, it will probably become easier for me.

With enough practice, I can probably do it at the same speed I cycle it while not moving. In fact, practicing it while moving around might actually allow me to speed up how fast I can do it while not moving. It may also help me find these smaller veins.

Naturally, this makes me pretty horny, so I slowly start jacking off. As I do, I continue to focus on cycling my magic, this time trying to focus on a second thing as well. Not on jacking off, but on the image of the two naked guys I saw today.

The feel of their lips against mine, their bodies against mine, their mouths around my dick and my mouth around theirs, their dicks in my ass as they pound it, my dick in Daniel's as I pound his. I feel my breathing turn heavy as I draw near my climax. Slowing down, I stop cycling my mana, happy that I actually managed to split my focus like that, as difficult as it was. Shifting my focus, I return to the memory of how it felt to have Daniel sucking me off and the memory of Ethan fucking me.

If tomorrow turns out just as good as my imagination, then I'm going to be more than happy with how things turn out.

Before I reach my climax, I stop jacking off. I'm going to give myself an extra-good session sucking myself off while fingering my ass before going to bed, so there's no need to finish right now.

Since I worked up a sweat doing this, I scrub myself clean again, then shut off the shower and step out, drying myself off with a towel. It's soft and fluffy and I love it, though I have to be careful with my dick because I'm still hard from the jack-off session and until it calms down, I need to avoid doing anything that could trigger a premature orgasm.

I return to my room and grab the hamper with the dirty blankets in it, then head downstairs and put them in the washer to get them started. If Dad returns before I return from hanging out with Lucas, he'll move them into the dryer for me. With that load begun, I return to my room and set the hamper down, then check on my backpack. There weren't very many wipes and tissues left in it before I left this morning, and now I'm completely out. I restock those, then remember to put a few of the light stones back inside of it. Had they not come up when Daniel and I were talking this morning, I'd have probably forgotten to do that.

Oh, right, Daniel. I still need to ask him about tomorrow, so I grab my phone and call him. It rings for a few moments before he picks up.

"This is a bit earlier than I'd expected," he tells me. "Considering the time, were you wanting a hookup? I'd thought you wanted to do some hanging out more, and-"

"When I told Ethan about you," I interrupt to halt his flow. "He revealed that he's been crushing on me for awhile."

Daniel is quiet in response to that, and I know he's thinking that we can't meet up anymore.

"We talked about things," I tell him. "And as of then, we're now officially boyfriends, though I trust you won't tell a soul, considering who it is we're talking about."

"I won't tell anyone," he promises. "It's not my place to do so."

The honesty in his voice makes me believe me, especially after getting to know him earlier. That's good. If I had a single doubt with his response, then the next part would be changed to informing him we're no longer able to hook up.

"Thanks," I sit on my bed and pick up the pair of light stones I left on it while checking and restocking my bag. "Now, regarding you and me, Daniel, Ethan said he has no issues with me having other boyfriends or having a friend with benefits, as long as it's long-term. In other words, if you were serious about continuing with me for awhile, then it's fine."

"I intend on it as long as we're still interested in each other," he tells me. "If that lasts a few weeks, a few months, or a few years, we'll find out. But I am interested in meeting up with you to hang out, talk, have sex, or whatever, Caleb. He really is okay with it?"

"Okay enough," I say. "That he told me to see if you wanted to meet back at the bonfire tomorrow at eight in the morning, possibly do stuff with both of us."

Daniel is silent in response to that, and I start juggling the pair of light stones with one hand.

"Ethan and I will be there anyway," I tell him as I drop one of the stones on the bed and begin to just toss the other up and down. "Regardless of if you agree to come. If you do wish to come, we'll both be a bit happy. Just to let you know, though, Ethan's interest isn't in you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"He is interested in me and only me," I explain. "Any interest he has in other guys, it's in relation to doing stuff with me. You likely wouldn't get to do anything with him one-on-one, I'd probably have to be involved."

"Ah," he says. "He really is fine with that?"

"Yeah," I answer. "Will you be joining us? He'll be bringing food for lunch, and if I know him as well as I think I do, then for breakfast, too. You'd just need to show up, be willing to give up your phone while there, and prove that you're as decent of a person as you came across as today."

"I can do all of that," he tells me. "You said at eight tomorrow morning?"

"Yes," I answer.

"I'll be there then," he tells me. "I hope it's more than just sex, though. I'd like to just hang out with you as well, get to know you some."

"There will be hanging out," I tell him. "We're not going to have sex the entire time, and I'll probably stay longer than Ethan does."

"Okay," he says.

"I need to go," I tell him. "I'm planning on meeting with a friend and talking with him about some stuff. See you in the morning."

"See you, Caleb," he says.

I end the call, then stop playing with the stones and go to put my backpack by the door. My plan is just to talk with Lucas, then come back home for the night. I go to get dressed to head over to his house, and just as I'm pulling on a pair of dark brown boxer-briefs, thunder cracks and rumbles through the air, lasting several seconds as a heavy rain begins.

My plans just changed. One of Lucas's biggest fears is thunder and he's home alone right now as his parents are out for the weekend. Anytime he's home alone and storms are expected, I usually hang out, and if it's at night, then I generally stay the night as well. I don't remember there being storms on the forecast, but it might have changed without either of us realizing it. I most certainly didn't, and had Lucas known, he'd have called me up and asked me to come over.

I hastily finish getting dressed, then pack a couple of changes of clothes along with a pair shorts and a sleeveless into the backpack I take when I spend the night at Lucas's, then grab it and my bonfire backpack, making sure to fix a rolled-up blanket it to it from my clean ones. Ready to go, I hurry out to my car, then drive the forty minutes to Lucas's house.

He doesn't live in Nombridas like I do, even if he attends the magic academy there in place of college. The town he lives in and went to all the way through high school in is Lebrikas, which is on the other side of Ethan's forest than Nombridas is. Lucas lives in a two-story house in a neighborhood at the edge of town bordering the forest.

Rather than bringing both of my bags inside, I just grab the backpack for here and pull it on as I step out of the car. There's no reason to bring in my bag for the bonfire, since there's little crime around here. I don't have to worry about someone stealing it. There's also no need for it inside, either, which is just another reason to leave it in the car.

The rain's heavy enough that the short walk to the front door of Lucas's house from my car soaks me through, though thankfully, this bag is pretty water resistant so I know nothing inside is getting soaked. Even if it was, we could just toss the clothes in the drier. He has tissues of his own, and my hand wipes are in a water-proof package for obvious reasons, and the lube is in a sealed container, so I wouldn't have to worry about any of that stuff, either.

Yes, I bring stuff for jacking off when I spend the night. I generally do this stuff in a separate room, and he's pretty aware of it. He'd never ask me to break my morning routine just because I spent the night at his house, especially considering that he jacks off first thing in the morning, too. Because just having someone around during a thunderstorm helps him, I sleep in a guest room and take care of everything there. Then I go for my morning run like normal, come back, take a shower, and possibly have breakfast waiting for me.

Normally, I'd knock on the door to let him know I'm here, but I know that the rain might make it hard for him to hear, especially because he's probably in his room, trying to drown out the sound of the storm or hiding under a blanket. Despite us knowing each other for four years now, there's never been a surprise storm when his parents weren't here or I wasn't already here. Chances are pretty decent that he wouldn't hear a text or call, either.

I'll try knocking first. Raising a fist, I start pounding on the door as hard as I can with the intent of carrying on for three minutes before moving on to figuring out another way to catch his attention. About thirty seconds into the knocking, the door cracks open a little bit. I nearly pound it again before noticing the crack. Fortunately, I manage to stop in time. Otherwise, I'd have knocked the door right into someone.

Looking at me through the crack is someone with pale skin, bright blue eyes, and pure-black hair. He's only opened it enough for me to see one eye, though I can tell that he's wearing a burgundy hoodie with the hood pulled up and a pair of gray sweatpants.

As soon as Lucas sees me, he opens the door further to let me in and a glance at the TV reveals that he was watching something, one of his favorite movies playing. Well, it's paused at the moment. I guess he came out here and was watching TV. Judging by the massive amount of blankets and pillows on the couch, he was bundled up and trying to make himself feel comfortable despite the storm.

Chances are pretty good he's not wearing a shirt under his hoodie, Lucas hates shirts and usually just wears the hoodie. It doesn't matter what the season is or the weather outside, though considering that it's generally cool even in the summer, that's not much of a problem and he's not the only one wearing a hoodie. I've never learned why he hates shirts, and I've never tried asking him about his aversion to them.

If he wanted to go bare-chested all year, I wouldn't care. In fact, I'd probably get to admire him more, though I know he's a bit on the skinny side. Telling him that has never been on my list because it might make him uncomfortable, but if he asks me after he finds out that I'm into guys, then I'll admit to it.

"Hey, Lucas," I say as he closes the door. "How are you doing?"

"Okay," his voice is soft and quiet, like it normally is, and he slips his hands into his hoodie pocket. "Thanks for coming over. I was going to text you, but-"

"It's okay," I smile. "I was already planning on coming over to talk. I was actually getting dressed to come over when the first crack of thunder was unleashed."

"A surprise?" He asks, and I know he's starting to worry about why I wanted to surprise him.

"Just some good news I got today," I tell him. "Not something I wanted to tell you about over the phone. Mind if I get out of my wet clothes? I got pretty soaked on the way here."

"Sure," he answers. "You can use my room or the guest room to change."

"Thanks," I say, then head to the guest room and drop the bag down against one wall.

I strip naked, then pull on a pair of brown boxer-briefs, brown sweat pants, and a green long-sleeved shirt. While I normally wouldn't change my underwear, too, the rain was heavy enough that the pair I was wearing got soaked. With how heavy this storm is and how strong the winds are, allowing the rain to penetrate clothes so easily, we'll probably suffer through it all night. I hope it's over by morning, I'd hate to have to cancel the meeting at the bonfire.

Sometimes, Lucas and I will hang out in our underwear together as we are pretty comfortable with each other even with his anxiety issues normally making that a weird thing, but we are pretty comfortable with each other. However, this isn't one of those times. Lucas is dressed, so if I went out there in just my underwear, it would come off as weird, and possibly disturb him once I tell him about Ethan, Daniel, and me. Had Lucas answered the door in just his underwear, then I'd have only put on the boxer-briefs and he'd probably just assume me coming out like that was because he was.

Now that I've dressed, I gather up the wet clothes and move them into the bathroom attached to the guest room. Since they sometimes have other family over, the bathroom was added so that they could have privacy. I set the clothes out to dry on the edge of the tub, then make my way to the living room.

Just as I suspected, Lucas has bundled himself up in blankets and cushioned himself with pillows, only his face visible, his hood still up.

Instead of talking or anything, I take a seat on the couch, adjusting some pillows and blankets to give me room. How he managed to avoid having everything fall off while he settled in is a mystery to me, but it's impressive. I know I'd have knocked off at least a few pillows after getting my hands to a point where I couldn't just reach over and grab them. Not without having to undo stuff. Returning to how I was before retrieving them would probably result in stuff falling off again.

Lucas is a huge fan of action movies and stories, though he doesn't watch any shows so it's limited to movies for stuff on the TV. Judging by where we are in this movie, he'd started it not long before I arrived. Rather than speaking during it to tell him why I'm here or ask him if he's doing okay, I just sit here and try not to fall asleep. I did expend a fair bit of energy today, after all.

Unfortunately, it seems that I failed to not fall asleep because I wake up to Lucas poking me in the shoulder. When I fell asleep, I seem to have leaned over and begun to rest on him. Or, well, the blankets and pillows around him. I do feel a little bit more refreshed, though.

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