Date: Sun, 18 Apr 2004 10:36:02 -0400 (EDT)
From: Danny <twinkchaser@excite.com>
Subject: Love Magick Part 2

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

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

Part 2

     I served dinner and was pleasantly surprised he was a good eater and
he had very good table manners.  I kept the wine pouring as I asked him
about his interest in the craft.  He was well spoken and seemed educated.
I tried to read him, but he was a bit of a puzzle.  We discussed his family
and mine.  His parents lived across the country in California and he had a
sister that lived near them.  He had visited Savannah as a child and always
loved it.  He moved here after school to get away and be on his own.
     "So, why did you take up the craft?"
     "Oh, well, I fell into it in a way.  I was agnostic for most of my
teen years and then realized that there was something that moved me, and I
could feel it around me all the time.  I started to read on religion and
discovered that the craft made the most sense and felt like the way."  I
sat speechless at how well he had summed up his calling.
     "It happened to me in much the same way.  I have always been a reader.
I hung out with psychics and such as a young man.  I read about the craft
and soon found that I was living it."  I took another bite of my potatoes
and remembered when I was his age.  I went to live with Marina and she
showed me the way.
     "You aren't that old now," he said bringing me back to the table.
     "What," I asked a bit confused.
     "You said that about when you were a young man.  You are not old."  I
am sure I blushed.  I could feel the heat radiate from my cheeks.  I guess
I was young enough to still do that.  "Do you mind if I ask how old?"  I
smiled and looked down at my plate.
     "Thirty-four," I said as I pushed my food around on the china.
     "See, that isn't old."
     "So, how old are you," I asked now looking at him.  I wanted to see
his face when he answered.
     "Twenty-three."  His face betrayed nothing.  He simply stated it and
continued eating.  The number eleven popped into my head.  Eleven years
difference between us.  I was shocked that I thought of that so quickly.
What did it matter how far apart our ages were.  After diner we discussed
the rules of the house over coffee in the parlor.  He was to live in the
house and study the craft.  He had his freedom to come and go as he
pleased.  He was not to disturb me when I worked on my artwork, and I would
not disturb him when he was alone in his room.  He had full run of the
house, except for my bedroom, and the studio.  He would share in the chores
and pay for any long distance calls and other expenses.  It was a pretty
typical set up.
     "So, what do you do, Ryan," I asked, disturbed that I hadn't thought
to ask before.
     "Oh, I am an accountant.  Boring, huh?"  I smiled and was happy to
hear he had a good job.  I knew he was well educated, but I couldn't guess
what he did.
     "Well, tomorrow is Saturday.  Are you free to hang out with me a bit
in the morning?"
     "Sure.  What do you have in mind?"
     "I think we should start getting you sorted out in the supplies
department.  I have accumulated a few things for you, but we need to go buy
some specific items to get you going.  You don't need them, but it is nice
to have them.  I will rise in the morning at about seven.  Can you be ready
at eight?"  He nodded thoughtfully at my question.  I stood up and walked
to a cabinet that stood across the room from the fireplace.  I opened it to
reveal my ritual supplies.  I slid a cardboard box from a shelf and took it
back to where he was sitting.
     "Here you go," I said and placed it on the table in front of him.
"Here are some basic books and things.  I hope they set you off on the
right foot."  I turned and closed the cabinet doors.  "I think I am going
to go work on a painting that is calling out to me.  Why don't you go up
and get settled in."  I backed out of the room carrying my coffee.  I was
so relieved to be away from him for a moment.  I could finally breathe and
let down my guard.
     I sat at my desk and stared at my neatly arranged tools.  I pulled a
candlestick from a drawer and lit the wick.  I found a small scrap of paper
and scribbled the word 'why'.  I placed the edge of the paper in the flame
and watched it slowly burn.  I dropped it into an ashtray as it was
consumed.  I sat with my face in my hands focusing on Marina.  I looked up
as a chill fell over me.  I stood up and knocked over a pencil jar.  A pen
fell onto the desk blotter and rolled until it rested beneath the word
'because'.  It was a note I had scribbled there when I was on the phone
with a buyer.  It could have been a coincidence, but I had learned there
were few of them in this world, and I would just have to deal with having a
student.

     I was lying in bed reading when Ward entered the room.  I put down my
book and watched him approach.  He removed his shirt, teasing me with each
button.  My eyes played across his smooth chest.  He removed the shirt and
threw it in my face.  I savored his smell before dropping it on the floor.
He slowly removed his pants and dropped them next to the bed.  He climbed
over me and pressed his lips to mine.  We kissed for a moment and then
pulled away to look into each others eyes.  I loved him so much.  He was
mine and I would love him forever.  I was so lucky to find a man who loved
me so much.
     I moved my hand across his chest and down his belly to his underwear.
I tugged at the band until they slid down over his ass.  I kissed him again
pressing my tongue between his lips.  He opened his mouth and our tongues
touched, sending shivers through my body.  I pushed him over on his back
and kissed down his neck.  He laid back and moaned as I licked over his
nipple.  I worked my way down his abs and licked his outey, belly button.
He tensed his muscular torso and stifled a giggle.
     I continued down to his light brown hair and inhaled his musky scent.
His cock was hard and pressed against my jaw as I rooted around his crotch.
I pressed my tongue to the base of his rigid cock and licked it all the way
to the dripping head.  I licked the precum off his tip and savored the
sweet taste.  I sucked the head into my mouth and then pulled the entire
length down my throat.  He gasped and arched his back and ran his hand
through my hair.  I sucked up and down his delicious cock, getting high on
his taste and smell.  He began to lift his hips to meet my face, trying to
press it deeper down my throat.
     Suddenly he pulled out and flipped me on my back.  He picked up my
legs and gently placed them on his shoulders.  He held his cock to my
pucker and pressed it in.  I was surprised how easily it slid through.  He
pumped into me sending ripples of pleasure through my body.  I bucked
against him wanting him deeper inside of me.  He leaned down and kissed me
roughly.  He growled into my mouth and sent me over the edge.  I pumped my
cum over my chest.  He moaned and shot his cum into my ass.  He collapsed
against me and we breathed heavily while holding each other in our arms.
He lifted up kissed me again.  He looked down into my eyes with love and
kissed me again.
     Suddenly Ward flinched, and looked away as though he heard something.
I looked around wondering what was wrong.  His body jerked and he fell on
the bed.  I reached for him but I couldn't get to him.  I was spiraling
away from him calling his name.  I could see his body lying on the bed and
there was nothing I could do to help him.
     I sat up in bed covered in cold sweat.  There was a knock at my door
and I was startled.  I realized who it was and told Ryan to come in.  He
opened the door and looked at me in the dark.  His face glowed in the
moonlight, and showed concern.
     "Are you ok," he asked.  I looked around and turned on the bedside
lamp.  I noticed then, that he was dressed only in a pair of boxer-briefs.
I pulled my eyes back to his face and tried for a smile.  "I think I had a
bad dream," I said looking down at my tangled bed linens.  He took a step
into the room.
     "Can I do anything," he asked with a worried look.
     "No, no, I am fine."  He tried for a smile and left closing the door
behind him.  I got up and straightened my bed.  I laid down trying to
settle my nerves.  I couldn't get he image of Ward out of my mind.  Tears
welled in my eyes and I cried myself to sleep.

(To be continued)

The next chapter will be submitted soon.

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