Date: Thu, 3 Dec 2020 02:33:32 +0100
From: Daniel Comnenus <daniel.comnenus@gmx.com>
Subject: Sex Cult Confessions (part 4)

SEX CULT CONFESSIONS (4)

By Dolphin Dan


We left off when I was in the Sespe area (rural wilds of Ventura County,
California) with "Jeremy K." In response to my initial waffling about
coming on the camping trip with him, which to do I had to cancel on a date
with long-term friends, he subjected me to a rather intense but exquisite
"punishment" next to our camp site. This chapter is about the rest of our
camping trip, which is the event that probably got me more under his spell
than anything else.

Jeremy brought some good food and excellent wine with us on the camping
trip. The evening was fun. I was groggy and dazed from the sexual
experience earlier, but I did the best I could to help him barbecue chicken
for dinner which was very tasty. After that we sat around the campfire
cuddling the dogs and talking. The evening was perfect and I saw more stars
than I could ever remember seeing before. We were both getting a little
drunk on red wine. This is where Jeremy started getting into his
philosophy.

I could literally write a book on the belief system that Jeremy tried to
indoctrinate into me and the other people, some of whom I met at the Palos
Verdes party, who had become his admirers. I won't do that, so understand
this is a vast oversimplification. I'll also warn you that it's virtually
incoherent, but it made perfect sense at the time. That's the thing about
cults: what they preach seems crazy to everyone else but seems like a set
of profound truths to you, if you've bought in. Note I'm not going to use
the expression "swallowed the Kool Aid." No one who has ever been in a cult
would use that term.

Jeremy believed that the universe was governed by a sort of life force
energy, which he called drooie, and which governed relations between all
living things, and between people and the natural world. What religions
called God was a manifestation of what he called "drooie in toto," which
was a collective consciousness of the universe and nature. DIT, or drooie
in toto, was God because it had created itself. That was how you defined
God: if you are capable of creating yourself, you are, by definition, God,
or drooie in toto. Good people gave off positive drooie while bad people
generated negative drooie. People were rarely purely good or bad,
though. The clash of good vs. bad drooie within ourselves occurred on the
subconscious level and was responsible for disease, anxiety and mental
illness. If you could learn to control your own drooie, you ascended a rung
up the ladder of consciousness. If you could become calm enough and
reasoned enough in your thoughts you could achieve DIT and essentially
become God yourself, being able to see everything in the universe, and all
of time, at once. This, he said, was similar to what the Buddhists called
enlightenment or Nirvana. He said that ancient civilizations understood all
of this, which is why he was so interested in Egyptians, Mayans, Inca and
other ancient peoples. He also said that extraterrestrial civilizations
understood the concept of drooie. The reason they hadn't contacted
Earthlings was because not enough of our race have yet achieved DIT. Once
we do, there will be a "great awakening," aliens will contact us and we'll
be able to project ourselves to other parts of the universe with our minds.

As we were starting on our third bottle of wine Jeremy said that, while he
was in the hospital bed in Baghdad recovering from the IED that blew off
his leg, he had a dream which was a premonition where he saw a glimpse of
his life in the future, in the year 2026. He saw himself just after the
Great Awakening occurred and a critical mass of humanity achieved DIT. He
would be 57 years old and he would be married, with two children, but he
would also have two male concubines on the side. We would not achieve DIT
gradually, but all at once, after a highly destructive world war which he
said he thought would begin ten years from now, in 2015. When the time
came, world leaders like the President and the Pope would turn to him and
others who understood DIT for guidance. Until then it was his duty to
educate people one-on-one about drooie and DIT. You couldn't do it with
media or a mass movement, he said, because the world is too fractured and
nobody trusts anybody unless they know them personally.

This was a lot to take in. Honestly I was pretty much on board until he
started talking about world wars and the year 2026. Fortunately we didn't
get much into this. We'd both had a lot to drink. We put out the fire, made
sure the dogs were okay and crashed in the tent. There was no sex, at least
not at first. We were both too tired and drunk. We slept in a large double
sleeping bag that he'd brought with him.

In the middle of the night I was suddenly awakened by a mildly painful
feeling in my ass. Jeremy woke me up by sticking his middle finger into my
butt. It was in deep, all the way up to the knuckle. As soon as I jerked
awake he put his hand over my mouth. He had his underwear in his hand and I
got to sniff its deep masculine aroma, like the first time we were together
in his apartment. It tranquilized me and I relaxed. My own dick was hard
instantly. I had no idea what time it was but it had to be close to
dawn. We were in our double sleeping bag, me on my side with his back to
him, basically in a spooning position. He'd pulled my underwear down so my
butthole was accessible but he didn't take it off. Eventually he pulled it
down so it was around my thighs. He fingered me for a while, pulling his
finger in and out, eventually adding a second finger to stretch me. As he
prepared me I felt a warm round protrusion brushing against my back, right
above my butt crack and I knew this was his dickhead. He was naked.

Still clutching the underwear to my mouth he pulled his fingers out of my
ass and worked one-handed to open up his bottle of oil, get some on his
hand and grease up. He spread my anus with his fingers and I felt his
rounded tip enter me. I made a little groan and Jeremy squeezed tight with
his hand over my mouth, indicating he didn't want me to make a sound. After
he got his penis in he started humping me, slowly at first but with greater
vigor. He was breathing very deeply but not panting and he didn't make any
grunting sounds. I realized he was trying to control his breathing. We were
playing a game of how quiet we could be. The thickness of his penis really
stretched my butthole but I was now used to it. I concentrated my mind on
the sound of his breathing. It was really quite relaxing and I was
impressed with how much self-control he had. My only indication that he was
about to cum was that he stopped moving. His penis was all the way up my
butt and he just held it there. It quivered a moment and then I felt the
warm sharp spurts as he shot his seed into me. His breathing never
changed. He even kept breathing, the same deep even pace, as he was coming
down, resting, still inside of me. He never took his left hand from over my
mouth. Aside from deep breathing neither of us made a sound. We didn't even
wake up the dogs who were both sleeping quietly in the corner of the tent.

Finally he pulled his penis out of me slowly. Him pulling out felt good. A
little bit of his sperm leaked out as he did so. Again one-handed he
reached over for something, got some toilet paper from a roll in his
backpack, tore off a piece and wiped me up. He turned me over. He lubed up
his right hand, stroked my balls once or twice and then began masturbating
me. It was strange and awkward, with his hand and the underwear over my
mouth I could only breathe through my nose. Being brought to orgasm without
being able to pant or take in more oxygen was a strange experience but I
knew this was what he wanted me to do. Still I couldn't help breathing a
little faster and heavier than he had. But I made no sound. My penis
quivered in Jeremy's oily palm and then I ejaculated. He rubbed the sperm
on my dick and got my balls wet with it. Finally he took his hand away from
my mouth but I still was afraid to speak. He cleaned me up with a towel,
pulled my underwear up and then put his arms around me and hugged me. We
fell asleep like that.

The next day was kind of a daze. To be honest I don't remember that much of
it. We got up late and Jeremy made breakfast, a scramble of eggs, potatoes
and bacon in a cast-iron skillet over the fire. He goaded me to drink some
hot Greek liquor, ouzo, and then a bunch of water before we took off
hiking. He also told me not to wear a shirt, so I was constantly slathering
sunscreen on my shoulders and chest. I remember being exhausted at the end
of the day. At dinner he made sort of a hash with more potatoes, corned
beef from a can and some spices he shook out of a plastic bag. He also
popped a bottle of red wine that he said cost $200 but I don't remember the
name of it.

I think we did have sex in some fashion that night but I remember none of
it. On Sunday morning I woke up in our double sleeping bag naked (I always
sleep with underwear on), and my boxer briefs were wadded up in a ball on
the tent floor to the right of the sleeping bag. They smelled strongly of
cum, but whether it was his or mine I didn't know. There were also little
flaky crusts of dried semen in my pubic hair and all up and down my butt
crack, suggesting Jeremy had ejaculated there. I don't think he penetrated
me but it seems he came close. Whatever happened, I hoped he enjoyed it.

We left Sespe about noon and drove back to L.A. It was on the drive back
that I learned Jeremy liked opera. He played the CDs for a Wagner opera
called "Parsifal," which was pretty intense; he had me change the CDs on
the stereo of his sister's truck. When we got back into an urban area we
caught cell phone signal and my phone started blowing up with phone and
text message notifications. I knew at least some of them were from April
and I was afraid of what she was going to say, so I just let the phone keep
buzzing until Jeremy dropped me off at my apartment. When I got in,
Minerva, my poor cat, was going crazy. I fed her and made sure she was okay
and then collapsed on the couch. I was too tired even to go out and get
McDonald's, and instead ordered Chinese take-out. The delivery guy had to
pound on my apartment door to wake me up to take it. I remember eating it
while drinking whiskey and watching a Hammer horror film on cable, and
wishing I was with Jeremy.

This was the most intense weekend of my life. After this experience I was,
body and soul, a Jeremy K. fanboy. All I could do was think about how
brilliant he was, how philosophical, how sexy, and how lucky I was that he
liked me. I had bought in all the way.

More to come...


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