A boy reaches puberty at around thirteen years of age. If he is one of the few, born with a caul, he will hit Magolescence by the time he’s considered a man. That’s when things can get really difficult.
Dr. Obenweiser’s guide to Magolescence.
Magolescence is a magical puberty, a stage in a magician’s life where unexpected things can happen while the brain prepares the body for life as a magician. At eighteen, Shane has more than enough to deal with besides disapproving parents, a weird doctor and an evil magician who wants to recruit Shane and his two lovers, Joel and Will, into his coven. He is going through Magolescence, too. Lord help him!
Shane swallowed hard. Was he going to be a man and tell Joel how he really felt or was he going to back out like he always did? They had cock played plenty of times, so asking Joel to be with him while naked was nothing new. It’s just that they had never held hands or kissed or hugged, stuff real lovers did. Joel knew this. Shane had made it clear that friends could be naked but couldn’t be intimate together. That was the golden rule, wasn’t it? Friends were there for mutual jack-offs and slaps on the arse. In truth, Shane wanted to be intimate…he was just scared.
While Shane was contemplating any course of action, they both went into the bathroom proper. In that moment, Joel reached out and grabbed Shane by his hand, clasping him tight.
Shane was taken aback. “Joel?” he whispered.
The bathroom was small and he began to feel claustrophobic. Or was that because he was so stunned by what had just transpired it felt like the walls were closing in all around him? Then again, his cock stirred into action and he could feel the silk of his boxers rise up to reveal the fact that his body deceived his words.
“I’ve got a confession to make, mate. And seeing as it’s your birthday, I’ve decided it’s time to let you know how I really feel about you.”
Joel came closer, grabbing both of Shane’s hands. “What? This isn’t like you…I mean, you’ve never been so forward with me before, even when we’ve mucked around.” But Shane didn’t pull away. He enjoyed Joel’s touch, the feel of his hands in his. It was…intimate.
“That’s where you’re wrong. This is exactly like me.” Joel smiled, revealing his eyeteeth. Fuck, he was cute when he did that. Shane’s stomach tingled with flitters of anxiety and nerves. His cock hardened. “I—I want to be with you, Shane. I mean. Oh, fucking hell, you’d think this would be easy seeing as I’ve known you so long. I mean…I want you to be my boyfriend.”
Shane felt a wave of emotion wash over him. Confusion, doubt and curiosity among them, all vying for supremacy within. Yet, he was happy. “You’re having me on. Stop it. You know how I feel about you so why toy with me like this? I don’t care if we touch each other, but no intimacy, remember.”
“You remember the night we kissed?” Joel came even closer to him. So close he could feel his breath tickle his lips. Shane’s hands trembled, and in that moment he knew Joel could feel that, too. He couldn’t hide his emotions any longer.
“Sort of. I was kind of plastered,” Shane admitted.
“I wasn’t.” Joel bought his lips closer, brushing Shane’s.
Mixed emotions once more rose up like the butterflies in his stomach. “What do you mean? Didn’t you…drink?”
“No. I wanted you, Shane. Then and now.”
“I don’t understand. Why tell me this today?”
“Why? ‘Cause I’m a pillow biter and I want you and I don’t know how much longer I can stand it. I love guys, Shane. I’m a boy lover, a mother fucking gay boy, you hear?”
Shane didn’t know what to say. He wanted to be the one to come out to Joel, not the other way around. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be the man. There was a long moment of silence, broken only by the drip of water from the shower rose.
After a long moment, Shane offered a quivering smile, looking into Joel’s eyes. He saw conviction, but above all, he saw both love and a desire he understood.
He hadn’t let Joel go. They were still holding hands, their fingers locked in a wonderful yet sweaty grip. “So what’s changed?” Shane said slowly.
Joel lowered his gaze. “I want more than just cheap thrills. I want…I want to, oh fuck me, I want to be with you always, Shane.”
“But we’re friends. Best mates. Isn’t that enough?” Shane slipped his hands out of Joel’s. “I don’t want anything to ruin our friendship, Joel. If my dad found out about this, he’d fucking kill me. I don’t want that any more than you do. It’s not worth it, is it?”
“It will be worth it, I promise.” Joel leaned forward and pressed his lips against Shane’s. At first the pressure was light, like a tickle. Then, as Joel pulled him in, hugging him tight, he increased the pressure and sent in his tongue. Shane moaned, a noise that sent shivers of pleasure through his body to wash away the confusion and doubt.
Joel tasted fantastic, like yeast and something tangy and something unexplainable but doing nothing to detract from the experience. So manly. So perfect. Shane, at first taken aback, succumb to the moment. He wanted this so bad his whole body had become ignited with desire. He opened his mouth wider, accepting his friend’s advances. Soon their tongues were dancing within each other’s mouths and his lips tingled from all the attention Joel lavished upon him. He had a hard on, one that ached unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
After what seemed an eternity of dizzy spells and strange sensations, Joel parted. His plump red lips, moist and sensual, reflected the bathroom light magnificently. It was so hypnotic watching his mouth move he missed half of what he said. “…our gear off and have a bit more fun, hey?”
“I don’t know—” Shane’s words fell away when Joel unzipped and dropped his pants. The sight of his friend’s erect cock sprouting from a thick, black forest of pubic hair took his breath away. His cock was massive, with a vein that ran the length, from his ample foreskin to the thick base. In fact, he swore his heart skipped a beat as he feasted his gaze on what his friend was blessed with. Sure, he’d seen Joel in his skin plenty of times, but never like this. Never with any intention of something far more than rolling around tickling each other on the bed or getting drunk and daring him to wank him off.
“I’ve jacked off nearly every night over you, Shane.” Joel pulled back on his foreskin, revealing a bright red head. It glistened like a ruby and his piss slit wept with pre-cum.
Without even realising it, Shane had pulled down his boxers, too. No longer was his growing hard on hidden by the thin material.
“Quick. Pull back your hood, too.” Joel smiled. His deep blue eyes glinted. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”
“Always wanted to do what?” Shane looked down. He was now fully erect, his foreskin retracting of its own accord so that his head was visible, too. It seemed he was going to get a lot more than a kiss and he couldn’t help but smile. So far his birthday was coming along nicely.
“I’ve always wanted to try cock docking, you know. I wanna feel what it’s like when our dicks touch and our hoods cover each other.”
Before Shane could utter a word, either for or against what his friend suggested, he had come forward, touching the head of his magnificent cock onto Shane’s.