#lukazthread

Lukaz couldn't believe it.

This new camper, beyond the obvious nature of his gorgeousness, looked exactly like his lost love. The one who departed him many, many moons ago. The person he tried to defy the laws of nature for; the one he wished to have a child with. Walking around like nothing.

How could this be? Was it... him? Really him? It couldn't have been. The boy he worshipped would have either been quite elderly or dead by now.

Which meant the answer had to have been one thing: reincarnation. Just as he potentially foresaw in a vision some number of years ago. This couldn't be coincidence. It was fate. Maybe.

Lukaz didn't even know how to introduce himself to the young man. He knew he needed to investigate further, but even someone as reclusive and socially unskilled like him knew better than to bluntly come out with his theory. If the hands of fate were indeed behind this, Lukaz would have to wait. Wait for the boy to come to him.

But he could influence the divine slightly. Lighting a candle of manifestation —in his favored scent, cedar— by his front window, it wouldn't be long until he learned if any truth laid in his theory.

It was not lost on Lukas that, despite his age and experience, he could still learn quite a few things from others. In particular, Lukaz never really got into potion-making like some of his contemporaries; he just didn't really have a use for it in his daily magic. But a day spent without learning was a day wasted, and Richmond could teach him and a thing or two there.

Lukaz often found himself worshipping the beauty of others. The years came and went, but his love for a gorgeous thing never wavered, and that helped him feel young despite all the rapidly accumulating years. So for him to be on the receiving end, for once... a new feeling. Not unwelcome.

Niimi, as he came to learn, was quite the attentive lover. Lukaz did not expect this; the pretty ones often felt as though they didn't need to perform to their best of their abilities. But the way Ni knew how to work a tongue... hmm.

Lukas never sought out to fraternize with his students like this. Truly. It was unethical. A power imbalance to be sure. But...

They always seemed to be the ones to come onto him. They were the ones to initiate. That made it sort of alright...? That's what Lukaz told himself, anyway. Niimi in particular was such an intriguing little thing, so pretty and smart. And one hell of an ass on them, too. All dangerous attributes for a man like Lukaz.

Despite his age and experience, Lukaz sometimes needed to be, well, coached through the act. It's not as though he didn't know how to please someone on his own, but when establishing a new dynamic with someone, there could be some awkwardness. And he didn't want his sexual relationship with PJ to be that.

Plus, PJ knew how to assert himself and make his desires known rather easily without Lukaz even needing to ask.

This was why Lukas did not drive. What business did a witch in his seventies have with a car? Even if he didn't look or feel that old. But he supposed it was his own fault for not disclosing this with Arthur. How would he have known?

In any event, roadside sex with his fellow counselor made their little misadventure a little more worth it. They had a lot of time until help would arrive so, until then...

Łukaz knew that fraternizing with campers was, technically, frowned upon for counselors like himself. But in his mind, everybody here was a legal adult and could make their own decisions. He never coerced anybody into an affair, and if anything, he himself often protested when campers came onto him. It's not his fault an after hours scrying lesson led to, well... this.

Marveling at how enthusiastically Zack took his cock, all Łukaz could do was let the younger man do the work for them both, rising and falling on his large cock like it took zero effort. Impressive. He often found his size intimidated some. But not Zack, clearly.

Łukaz may have been old, but he couldn't be called a slouch when it came to the carnal arts. Living that long in a nominally young body meant he could really put his back into everything; you were highly unlikely to complain about a night spent with Łukaz. This is something the campers discovered for themselves each year — the ones who were lucky enough to get to this point, anyway.