SEX CULT CONFESSIONS (5)
By Dolphin Dan
It was May 2005, and I had just gotten back from my camping trip with "Jeremy K." where I was sodomized with a tree branch, buttfucked silently in the middle of the night and bombarded with his bizarre philosophy on drooie, the Great Awakening of 2026 and World War III. Any rational person would have run screaming from this situation. But me, I fell so hard-core in love with Jeremy that the rest of my life almost didn't exist.
The day after we got back I finally looked at all the text messages and listened to the voice mails that had been piling up while I was gone. I was supposed to go out that weekend with my friends April and Todd, who was back in L.A. for only one weekend on vacation from graduate school in Boston, but not only did I cancel on them to go with Jeremy but I hadn't told April that I was doing it. I winced when I heard her voice mail. It was left at 8:52 on Friday evening, which was when we were supposed to be out having drinks with Todd. The worst thing was that she didn't sound angry. Indeed her voice was calm.
"Hello, Dan. Well, you're not here and you haven't called. I'm about to go out with Todd. I'm not going to apologize to him for you. I feel like I have to tell you this. Honestly I really don't feel like I know you anymore. This is so totally not like you. I know it's this guy you're with, this Jeremy. I know you really like him and you obviously feel like you have to be with him. But he's manipulating you. He made this weekend an artificial choice between him and your friends, and he was hoping you'd choose him, and you did. Danny, you know I love you, we've been friends a long time. I'm saying this because I care about you. Cut this guy loose. He's going to hurt you eventually. He's got bad news written all over him. He's got more red flags than a May Day parade. Maybe you can't see it, but I absolutely guarantee this. I know you don't want to hear it. But as your friend I have a duty to tell you straight. Please call me when you get back. Todd says hi."
Most people who are falling under the sway of a leader or a belief system will, when confronted with push-back from friends or family, double down and defend what they've bought into. That's exactly what I did. At first I was angry that April was being presumptuous. If being with Jeremy made me happy, why couldn't she be happy for me and accept it? Thankfully I didn't send off an angry text in response. I took a few hours to compose myself. I texted back and said I was sorry to have missed the outing with Todd. I told her that I loved Jeremy, that he was a brilliant person who had a lot of great ideas, and I was going to stay with him and she should respect that. But I also said I knew her concern was well-meant. She didn't reply for a while.
In the meantime I also texted Jeremy. I said the camping trip was absolutely fabulous, I loved it and I was glad he pushed me to go. It's embarrassing, but I also added, "You were so right to punish me for almost not coming with you. I needed it." He wrote back, I DO NOT PUNISH LIGHTLY. GLAD YOU LEARNED SOMETHING. WAS WONDERFUL TO BE WITH YOU. Everything was fine with him, so I was on top of the world. Just thinking about the weekend gave me the kind of raging, impossible-to-satisfy boners that I couldn't recall since my teens. I masturbated eight or ten times over the next week or so, much more than my usual, and I constantly thought back to what happened at Sespe. Recalling the punishment in particular really got me going. It got to be where I was thinking about how to do something that displeased Jeremy enough so he'd punish me again, but not enough to get him really mad at me. Then again I knew he had done the punishment to teach me a lesson, so I thought it safer to make sure he knew I learned it.
The next lesson was also a test, but I didn't know it at the time and it started out innocently enough. The next Friday Jeremy texted me and said he was watching his nephew at his sister's house, they were going to get some pizzas and watch a movie and did I want to come. This sounds innocuous, right? The only thing which I didn't think about much at the time was that he specifically said he was "watching" his nephew, which I presumed meant babysitting; unless there was another nephew involved, Shawn was 16 and too old to need a babysitter. Nonetheless I knew by now not to refuse a date when Jeremy offered it to you so I agreed.
The sister's house was at Playa del Rey, not far from the beach. It wasn't a mansion, not like the Palos Verdes place for the party, but it was pretty decent, though like a throwback from the '70s: there were planters in macrame holders, the carpet was a rusty brown color and there were framed posters for Grateful Dead shows on the wall. It was instantly apparent that Shawn, the nephew, was a pothead. He hung around in red nylon shorts, no shirt, and was constantly taking hits on a silver pipe. Honestly though he didn't look too bad. He was thin and had no muscle on him at all, but his skin was smooth, his chest and abdomen tight and his nipples were little dimes of darker-colored flesh. Jeremy didn't talk about his philosophy or drooie or anything like that. We were just three bros hanging around on a Friday evening. The drinks of choice tonight were beer and Pepsi, not high-priced wine. We ordered a Domino's pizza. Jeremy sprinkled his slices with copious amounts of red chile peppers. He loved spicy food.
The movie we watched was a Spanish-language film called "The Holy Mountain." I'd never heard of it before but Jeremy said it was one of the most mind-blowing experiences you could ever have. The film, made in the early 1970s, made utterly no sense to me. It was some psychedelic rumination on God and the universe, but I found it ugly and incomprehensible, filled with images of shit, flies and butchered animals. Even with the subtitles on I had no hope of following it, but Jeremy constantly exclaimed how perfect it was. "Look at that shot! The symbolism!" and "I wish I could write something like this!" Shawn, sprawled in a rattan-framed bowl chair, was clicking the pot pipe when he wasn't eating and didn't say much. Once the movie was done we watched two episodes of a TV show from the 60s called "The Outer Limits," which Jeremy had on DVD. I sat on the couch with Jeremy. We held hands at one point and I put my head on his shoulder. He rested his aluminum leg on the coffee table. Shawn did hits of pot and texted on his phone. I really enjoyed the evening but it was only after the shows were over that things got a little weird.
Apropos of nothing, reaching for the pot pipe, Jeremy asked, "Dan, how do you feel about me?"
I knew better than to pull any punches, so I said, "I love you." It was a bit awkward having this conversation in front of the nephew.
"Would you do something for me if I asked you?"
"I would, absolutely."
"Would you suck off Shawn?"
"Um, what?"
I was kind of shocked. Actually, not kind of--I was pretty stunned. Shawn, in the bowl chair, glanced up from his phone and just grinned, but he heard the whole thing. I asked Jeremy if he was serious. He assured me that he was. "I want you to go over there and suck Shawn off. Trust me, it won't take that long. You can do me afterward if you want, and I guess you probably do." Jeremy looked over at his nephew. "Is that what you want?" The boy shrugged and said something monosyllabic. "Answer verbally, please." Shawn said "Yes," and looked back down at his phone.
I felt totally put on the spot. I looked at Shawn, then at Jeremy. Both of them were acting completely nonchalant. Not eager to be heard by Shawn, I put my mouth close to Jeremy's ear and whispered, "Why do you want me to do this?" He took a hit from the pot pipe, then whispered to me: "You can't say you would do anything for me and not prove it. Otherwise it's just words and doesn't mean anything. If you love me you'll do this. You'll get lots of positive drooie from it."
To be sure, there were a lot worse things he could have asked me to do. It's not like I would have tried to do anything with Shawn under other circumstances, but on the whole it was pretty harmless. As soon as I got up Jeremy said, "Shawn, come sit on the couch. Don't make Dan hurt his poor neck trying to reach into that chair."
The boy got up, phone in hand, and came over to the sofa. He stood, pulled down his shorts and his Hanes boxers. His dick, semi-hard, was quite long for his age but not nearly as thick as Jeremy's. His shorts dropped to his ankles and he sat down, legs slightly spread, right next to Jeremy. I knelt down on the rusty brown carpet beneath the couch. Jeremy, cool as a cucumber, reached for the pot pipe, took a short hit, and then as he settled back down into a sitting position he unbuttoned his cargo shorts and pulled the waistband of his underwear down under his balls. The elastic had the effect of pushing his balls upwards. His penis was soft. His nephew gave his own cock a tug or two, causing it to lengthen and harden to its full extent. I looked up at Jeremy and then reached over with my right hand and started playing with his balls. The warm velvet feeling of his ball sack was pleasing to me. His dick began to rise. With my left hand I reached for Shawn. I waited a little until Jeremy was fully hard. Then I briefly masturbated the two of them in tandem, though admittedly my rhythm and stroke was a little awkward on Shawn; I'm right-handed. Jeremy settled back on the couch, spreading his arms over the top of the sofa's back, his right arm stretched out behind Shawn's bare shoulders. He tipped his head back and emitted a soft moan.
I'd been jacking them off, nephew and uncle, for about half a minute and Shawn's cock grew a bit harder in my grasp. I let go of Jeremy, moved over to the left slightly so I was between Shawn's legs and moved my mouth toward his penis. He scooted slightly forward, sitting up on the edge of the couch. He made this move while reaching for the pot pipe on the coffee table. His dickhead slid between my lips. He didn't make a sound and gave no outward indication of enjoying the blow job. My eyes were shut. I could taste Shawn's cock, which was saltier than Jeremy's and smelled differently, but I tried to fix my mind on Jeremy. I was doing this because I loved him and because he asked me to.
Luckily he helped me out. Also on the pretense of reaching for the pipe, Jeremy moved closer to me too, his right knee touching his nephew's. My hands were braced on Shawn's knees. Jeremy took my right hand off Shawn's knee and gently put it around his dick which was now rock-hard. I started stroking. Now I could concentrate on the pleasant task of pleasuring Jeremy with my hand, while trying to ignore the more complex work of blowing his nephew at the same time.
He was right about one thing: it didn't last long. After about two minutes of going down on him Shawn's thin sinewy body suddenly grew taut. He was right in the middle of typing a text message on his phone. He put the phone down on the arm of the sofa, tipped his head back, and gave a single loud grunt. Several hard spurts of warm salty liquid erupted into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, trying not to taste him. At the moment of Shawn's orgasm I did clench my right fist, and Jeremy took my hand and said, "Hey, easy there, buddy." I loosened up. After I swallowed Shawn's seed I opened my eyes, took my mouth off his dick, already slackening, and reached for the can of beer I'd been drinking from. "No, don't drink," Jeremy commanded. "You can come to me now."
Fortunately Shawn wasn't very interested in my oral pleasure of his uncle. He got up off the couch, ostensibly to pull his shorts back up, and went back to the bowl chair. When I got his penis in my mouth Jeremy settled back onto the couch, again spreading out his arms across its back. He gave me some encouragement, sighing softly, and he said, "Yeah, that feels really good. Really, really fucking good." I got into a rhythm on him, bobbing up and down on his penis, my head moving rhythmically up and down like a circus seal. Jeremy gently caressed my head, brushing hair back behind my ears. He whispered, "So good." Shawn, bored, or perhaps looking for a distraction, reached for the TV remote. He started surfing channels and happened to find "Terminator 2: Judgment Day" on a cable channel. On the screen, Arnold Schwarzenegger was just opening up with a minigun on a crowd of police. Jeremy, his penis growing harder in my mouth, bent over me as best he could. Low, so Shawn couldn't hear, he whispered two words in my ear: "Dirty boy." He held my head between his hands and gently kissed the top of my head. A moment later, without making a grunt or any such sound, he reached orgasm. The sweet hot taste of Jeremy's semen gloriously washed away the lingering traces of Shawn's. Only as he was ejaculating in my mouth did I realize that the situation was actually pretty hot. The seed of these two males, closely related by blood, had passed into my mouth within minutes. Their sperm was mingled together in my stomach. When Jeremy released my head I finally reached for the beer can and was able to take a taste, swishing it around in my mouth.
A few minutes later--I was sitting on the couch to Jeremy's right--he spontaneously got up, buttoned his shorts back up, and said to Shawn, "We're going out to the beach. I'll bring my keys."
Jeremy led me five blocks down to Playa del Mar. There were some people out on the beach, walking dogs and such, but it was reasonably private. The crash of the surf was comforting and the night air was at once warm and relaxing. Jeremy asked me, "Did you enjoy doing him?"
"To be honest, not really. I did it because you asked."
"Well, I'm really glad you did. You backed up your words."
"I meant them. I love you."
"I love you, but I hope you understand that you're not the only person I love. Sonia, Deirdre, Dack, even Shawn, I love them all."
"I understand that."
Jeremy let me hold his hand as we walked on the beach. To be honest, I was so smitten with him that getting to hold his hand was better than him getting me off sexually. And he told me that he loved me! It was qualified, yes, but to my deluded mind that would hang on any act of affection he showed toward me, that was enough.
I drove home that night about an hour later. As soon as I got to my apartment I jumped on my bed, unzipped my pants and jacked off. I added the memory of sucking him on the couch to one of the super hot thoughts that would get me going pretty much any time. I was addicted to Jeremy K.
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