MY ELVISH BOYFRIEND (4)
By Dolphin Dan
In January 1993, when I was a senior at Bellhampton High School in Washington state and exchange student Ernemion (Ernie) Maundelow was a junior, I began to suspect, just barely, that Ernie might be using magic on me to enhance our sexual pleasure and to put me under his power. It didn't bother me that much at first, but I was curious. At the same time I started to notice it, others did too, specifically Jenna, the popular honors student who was pretending to be Ernie's girlfriend, largely in exchange for him deflecting her parents' attention from Craig, the 25-year-old man who was fucking her. This was quite a tangled web.
One day in the winter, late January or early February, Jenna stuck a note into my locker. "MUST SEE YOU," she said. "WITHOUT ERNIE." We set up a time to meet in the library right after 7th period. Even though he was not in drama Ernie had taken a role in the winter play, "The King and I," of course he was playing the king; the drama teacher wanted a student with an "exotic" look, and Ernie's accent, long hair and pointed ears made him very valuable. So now Ernie was a thespian. In any event it meant his afternoons were taken, so I went to meet Jenna on a Tuesday afternoon and asked her what was so urgent.
She told me that she was very sorry to have to say what she was going to say. "Ernie and I had a fight." They weren't real boyfriend-girlfriend, so how could they have a fight? She said that they were talking and over the course of the conversation Ernie admitted that he had put a spell on me. In fact, more than one. She didn't say it in so many words but it was clear that the point of the spells was to get me to obey Ernie sexually. At this time I was reading a book I got from the library, "The Elves and Their History" by Nigel Tensworthy, published in 1959, and in this book he did talk about the possibility of elvish magic. It was what got me thinking that perhaps Ernie was using it. Jenna said that she told Ernie it was totally wrong of him to do things to me without my consent, but he had brushed it off and it offended her. She was telling me because she thought I deserved to know. Jenna was a great person and she really stood up for her principles. She told me that if Ernie did not make things right with me, she would tell the school that she was dumping him. This was right before the election for prom king and queen, which Ernie and Jenna were expected to win.
The next night, Friday, Ernie was supposed to sleep over at my house. After dinner when we went to the living room I confronted him and said, "Is there anything you want to tell me about our relationship? Maybe something you know that I don't?" Ernie was baffled and kept saying, what do you mean? I didn't want to let on that Jenna had ratted on him, so I showed him the book, "The Elves and Their History," and I showed him the passage that made an impression on me, where the author talked about how most modern elves who still had magical capabilities used them for sexual purposes. Ernie looked at the book and then he said, "You believe this book? Zis is a piece of trash!" He literally threw the book across the room. Not only was he familiar with the book, but he said that his family knew the author, Nigel Tensworthy, who had lived in Varandikar (the elvish nation) before World War II, and he was a British child molester who came to the country to make money and he had been deported from Varandikar and banned from ever entering it again for being a liar and a swindler, and also for groping and abusing Varandi children. Ernie was really angry with me. He said, if you wanted to know about my people and our ways, why didn't you just ask me?
That night Ernie and I slept on opposite sides of the living room. It was very awkward and I felt terrible. But it was true that he had sort of evaded my questions, and suddenly made it about me and the book, and not the question of whether he'd been using magic on me.
The next afternoon we went out for burgers at a place called the Manhattan Diner, not far from our school. Ernie finally came clean. He said that yes, he had been using spells on me. I demanded that he tell me what he had done. He was close to crying as he told me.
He said he had used three spells on me and he told me their names which were in elvish. The first was a spell to make me fall in love with him. He said that he wanted an American boyfriend more than anything else. He had fallen in love with American boys through our movies and TV which were first allowed in Varandikar after the 1989 revolution. He told me that he could literally smell gay or bisexual boys. The first night we met, the pool party at my friend Dave's house, right after he arrived in America, he smelled someone gay in the house as soon as he walked in and he traced the smell to me. As soon as he realized I was the only gay boy at the party he started giving off a smell of his own which he knew I would respond to. I sure did.
The second spell was what he called a "spell of contentment." This was a spell that elvish lovers, homo or hetero, put on each other to make sure they greatly enjoyed the sex with their partners. This spell was why I felt so great after I sucked Ernie's dick, and why after he came in my ass I felt a very pleasant "tingling" feeling. It was also why the blow jobs he gave me seemed so awesome. It's not that he got better at them, but the spell made me think they were amazing.
The third spell was a "spell of obedience." This was what it sounded like: it was supposed to make me agree without thinking to any sexual demand that he made. I noticed this too; there was nothing Ernie asked me that I didn't enthusiastically do. He said he felt bad about this one because it could be easily misused and in fact was banned by ancient elvish law. His family would disown him if they knew he had done this to someone without their consent. He started crying as he begged me not to tell anyone. "I know you cannot forgive me," he said. "Ze whole reason I come to America is because I am lonely."
I admit it was awkward after he told me this. It seemed like we were broken up. I felt insulted. Was it possible that I could love him without being enchanted? If yes, it was insulting that he thought he needed to use magic on me. If no, it meant I was duped and my love for him was totally artificial.
I thought about it for a few days and eventually I met up with Ernie after school. I watched him rehearse for "The King and I," and met him after rehearsal was over. (He was a pretty good actor, by the way). I told him I was not sure how I felt. What if we were together without the spells? If we still liked each other then, it would be ok. If we didn't, then we would break up. We agreed to another sleepover in a week.
That sleepover, at Leigh's house in February 1993, was a big deal for us. Ernie was totally chastened. We watched a movie on the VCR, "Aladdin," and kept to our own sleeping bags on the living room floor. When the movie was over and we turned out the light, we did not touch each other and after a while I heard Ernie crying softly in the darkness. I said, "Hey, what's wrong?" and he said, "I hef fucked zis all up. I had an American boyfriend, like I wanted, and now I don't."
I wasn't sure how I felt, but I took a chance. I told him to get in bed with me. Zip the sleeping bags together, like we did before. He hesitated, but then moved and did as I told him. Before I moved in to kiss him I said, "Do you absolutely promise, no magic?" He said, yes, Danny, I promise. So we started making out. We were both in our underwear, but it didn't take long for that to come off. I dropped our underwear, my boxer briefs and Ernie's boxers, crumpled together in a ball, on the floor next to the sleeping bag. Feeling his pulsing dick in my hands again was glorious.
Without his magic spells Ernemion was surprisingly helpless and vulnerable. With one hand I started stroking his rock hard cock and with my other hand I played with his balls. He groaned and shuddered. Hearing his breathing grow faster and more ragged as I increased the pace of my stroking and my fondling of his balls was very exciting. Toward the end he was squirming and his left leg was twitching uncontrollably. Ernie gasped, his ball sack suddenly tightened, his penis quivered in my hand and then began erupting hot jets of cum all over my hands, my thighs and the inside of the sleeping bag. The smell of his fresh hot semen was thick and bleachy. As he came down from his orgasm he literally whimpered and seemed to go limp all over his body. This was so different than the commanding manly presence of our previous encounters. Here he was, just a lonely little boy far from home. I kissed him deeply.
He started fondling me gently. My dick was already semi-erect but I grew concrete-hard in his hands. Then Ernie squirmed around, diving into the opposite position under the sleeping bag so his head was facing my feet. I knew what was coming next. He licked my tip and then slid my penis as far into his mouth as he could get it. Without the magic there wasn't an automatic "supercharge," but it felt good, and I knew Ernie was doing his best to please me. The fact that he was trying so hard was what was endearing. I tried to relax as much as possible. My cock had a mind of its own. When it decided it was ready to go off, I laid back, hands clasped behind my head, and I relaxed and let it happen. I came into Ernie's mouth and he swallowed it all. It felt glorious. Most of all it felt good because I knew that even without his magic spells we still wanted and desired each other. I went to sleep in his arms.
We woke up the next morning and everything was as it had been before. Ernie was not going to use magic spells on me, but we were still boyfriends, and both of us were happy. Of course there was not a whole lot of time left. This was February of my senior year, I would graduate in May, and Ernie would go back to Varandikar...and neither of us wanted to think about what would happen then.
More to come...
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