Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four (2 page)

I thought i was going to

To make matters worse, Hans is a pyro-

die… then he showed up:

magician. Yes, there are different types of

[PHOTO: a gorgeous man

magicians. All based around the elements, of

wearing nothing but tight

course. Why couldn’t he be a water magician?

white underwear and a

He’d bet his dog’s nuts those sort don’t wake up

fireman’s cap stands in

front of a blaze.]

in the middle of the night, shorts and bedclothes

ablaze because they’ve had an erotic dream and

Author, please tell me what

happens now…

their cum has ignited everything. Bet they

didn’t have to keep an extinguisher by the bed.

Sincerely,

Bet they didn’t have to wear two pairs of

Heather C

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underwear because a burn hole from any pre-cum dribble isn’t a good

look when getting a hot guy into the sack for the first time.

Yep, that’s right, as a side effect of Hans’ abilities, his jizz is

deadly. Thank fuck he’s gay, because inseminating any woman and

trying to produce kids would prove to be a bit of a challenge to say the

least. Then again, his last boyfriend, Scott, did run screaming from his

bedroom, arse alight like he’d ignited his farts, limbs flailing to cool

himself off. Hans never saw him again. Pity, he was a good lay. He

sucked cock great, too. Not licking it like an ice-cream, but getting it

into his mouth good and proper like he meant business. Hans got too

caught up in the moment and forgot himself, a mistake which cost him

a relationship. From now on he’d only catch, take instead of give.

Pitching is too dangerous when your cum is as hot as lava.

Hans stretched himself out on his sofa, yawning to emphasise how

he felt, how he was practically weary to the bone. Yes, sir, doing

magic was fucking exhausting. Which brings everything full circle,

really. He practises his magic with his Master, he gets tired, he goes to

sleep, he ignites everything. See? A vicious circle at that.

Particularly when there were so many hot guys running around all

over the place in the gardens around his college dormitory. To make

matters worse, it was coming into summer. Those very same hot guys,

and the ones who didn’t go home for the holidays, always seemed to

be exercising with no shirts on. They also seemed to wear really

skimpy sports shorts, great bulges always visible. All sweaty and

manly and oh, so fucking hot.

Hans licked his lips.

He could feel his cock stir. He leant over to make sure his

extinguisher was readily available. It was. He decided, because really

it was the only way, and for the most part proved successful, that he’d

have to jack off before he slept. Not that doing such a thing would

normally be an issue. Guys jacked off when they were single about as

much as they breathed. But in Hans’ case, his action was borne out of

necessity. He didn’t fancy waking up in a burning building, stark

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naked and with the college staff, students, the fire department, the

police department and anyone else, all staring at him with furrowed

brows and whispers behind their hands. The questions he would get

would be embarrassing enough. The answers would be unbelievable.

He tugged on the elastic of his underwear, slipping off the first

pair. Good thing he did wear two. The underneath pair had some

black, ugly marks, like cigarette burn holes, right where the end of his

cock met the material. Then again, he did go to the cafeteria at lunch

time after magic practise. The ever so cute cash register attendant, all

dreamy eyes and fine body, was responsible for the dribble and

another pair of underwear needing to be thrown in to the trash. He

should stop buying Calvin Kleins. Getting horny was expensive.

Still, such a thing was a small price to pay, checking out hot guys

was one of life’s joys. He retrieved one of the many fire retardant

gloves he used for wanking sessions from behind a sofa cushion, and

slipped it on the opposite hand to which he jacked off with. A glove

he used for catching his cum before it could do any damage.

Thankfully, because he was careful, he had only singed his treasure

trail during the many ejaculations he had accomplished previously.

His remedy, to shave religiously. Everywhere. Singed private hair just

as much a turn off as burned underwear, he was sure. He was thankful

his skin seemed to be resistant to fire, though. A run to the hospital

with ignited balls and a burnt urethra every time he came would sure

raise some eyebrows… and again, the answers to the inevitable

questions would be something he didn’t want to have to endure.

He moved his hand down to touch himself. He had to make sure

he released all of his sexual tension before he went to sleep, no matter

what state he was in. It was the only way he could guarantee he didn’t

get any unwelcome wet dreams.

Soon, Hans had slipped off both pairs of underwear. He was

ready. His cock was as well. All hard and ready to be played with,

main vein bulging. Not surprising considering he was thinking about

all the athletic gods training in the gym this afternoon. One man in

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particular had caught his eye. Josh was his name. He was blond, had

six-pack abs you could play music on, and an arse that was so tight

and well formed, Hans went weak at knees just thinking about

touching it. In fact, he’d love to do more than touch it. He’d love to

fuck him until fire came out of his eyeballs. Sure, such a thing

wouldn’t happen. He was relegated to a life of being a bottom if he

wanted any intimate man-on-man contact. Pity. He loved the feeling

of a guy’s tight arsehole around his cock, to watch him moan and beg

to fuck him good and hard. Thank goodness his previous boyfriend

didn’t report him. Then again, explaining an arse dripping with lava

cum to the police wouldn’t have been something any guy would want

to go through. Condoms proved useless. His pre-cum alone dissolved

even the thickest brands. Besides, no sexual disease, bacteria or virus,

could live inside his ejaculate. Hans was clean.

He felt the silk of his foreskin.

The heat radiating off his balls was already making him feel

flushed. A feeling he loved. He wished Josh was here on the sofa right

now to lick off the sweat forming on his skin, roll his tongue around

his nipples, suck his cock deep and hard while groaning with

approval.

Hans moaned. He pulled at the root of his cock, forcing his

foreskin to retract, reveal his bulging red and moist head, like a bud of

a flower blossoming to greet Spring’s first kiss. He touched himself

hard. Squeezing. Rubbing. Pulling. Tugging.

His balls grew hotter.

Again he moaned. He was now writhing, sweat making his skin

shine. Faster and harder he jacked-off his cock, the slapping sound of

his balls, hot and horny, filled the room. He let out a yell. The moment

had arrived.

He came.

Liquid fire shot out from his piss slit, bright and beautiful. He

gasped, had to catch his breath. The moment of release was the most

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dangerous, where he was most vulnerable. Before his ejaculate could

land on anything combustible, he caught it with his gloved hand.

Then, in one fluid motion, clasped it around his bulging head,

capturing all his cum while it was pumping out of him. Smoke rose

up, burning his nostrils.

Moments later, he sighed in relief.

Hans had enjoyed his release. Josh had provided his thoughts with

more than enough fuel to make him cum a good amount, empty his

balls so he could put his mind at ease that he wouldn’t be having any

unwelcome night emissions tonight.

When his balls had cooled and he had stopped panting, coming

down from his high, he clambered off the couch and headed for bed.

His dreams would be innocuous tonight. Just how he liked it.

CHAPTER TWO: BURNING WET DREAMS?

Hans’s dreams were indeed harmless, at least in the igniting the

bed and waking up with stinging eyes and a hacking cough from the

smoke, kind of harmless. Then again, he didn’t dream of naked guys,

all hard bodies and cocks to match.

He dreamt of his brother.

Wilhelm was his only sibling, and his idol, as far as he was

concerned. He was older, married with two beautiful kids and the only

person who had accepted him for being who he was in his whole

family. Mamma and Pappa, uncles and aunts, cousins and everyone

else, all had divorced him, wanted nothing to do with someone who

was into the gay scene. That hurt. He was their flesh and blood, after

all. In fact, Wilhelm had taken Hans away from all the hate, travelling

with him from Germany to settle in a new country, supporting him

until he got on his feet financially and emotionally.

Hans rolled over in the bed. His nostrils tickled, a familiar odour

annoying him for a moment. He dismissed such a thing from his mind,

bringing his thoughts back to Wilhelm. He was such a wonderful man,

helping him through college and making sure he always had a hearty

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home-cooked meal whenever he needed one. He loved his brother

with all his heart. Then again, they did have a special bond. Wilhelm

was also a magician. A magician of the air. Many times, when his

brother was going through magolescence, and even after, he had to

make sure a rope or some sort of anchor was attached to him while he

slept. You see, air magicians can float away, right out the window and

into the upper atmosphere if not grounded. Then again, Wilhelm could

put out any fire Hans started. They were a perfect team. But, as

always, life is about changes. They may no longer be close in

geographic terms, but their bond would never be broken. Hans was

studying to be an architect while also being trained by his Master in

the fine arts of magic, while Wilhelm started a cheese making

business out in the country, a Master of the magical arts himself,

helping other young magicians.

Such thoughts reminded him that he had to phone his brother this

weekend. Perhaps a visit was in order. Sure, the journey was well over

two hours, but the path to a loved one’s door was never far, was it?

Again his nostrils itched.

Hans rolled over in his bed again, his mind in that state between

sleep and conscious thought. This time he couldn’t help but cough. In

that instant, he woke, his thoughts completely lucid. He gasped in

horror, unable to believe what he saw.

His bedroom was on fire.

Hans jumped off his bed. In that moment panic overtook him.

Sure, fire didn’t bother him, couldn’t affect him either, but the smoke

could. The lack of oxygen could, as well. How did the fire start? He

hadn’t ejaculated. He didn’t even have morning glory this morning.

Sure, there may have been a bit of night dribble, but really, not

enough to start a fire like this. The room was ablaze, the curtains,

ceiling, walls, floor… everything.

All except his bed.

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Then a thought, a revelation, struck him. The fire wasn’t created

by anything he had done. If he had started it, especially one this fierce,

he would have woken up on a burning bed. Hans coughed some more.

Thick smoke had gathered as the fire grew in intensity. His little

extinguisher would be useless for such an inferno.

He squatted, getting down as low as he could. Being a fire

magician meant he understood the element well. Heat and smoke rose,

and lying on the floor could buy himself some time, the best thing he

could do right now.

The fire grew and grew in intensity with each passing second. He