Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2020 18:29:38 +0200
From: Daniel Comnenus <daniel.comnenus@gmx.com>
Subject: My Elvish Boyfriend (part 1)

MY ELVISH BOYFRIEND (1)

By Dolphin Dan


This is a long story (in several parts) of my relationship with Ernemion,
my Varandi boyfriend, and my sexual adventures with him both in this
country and in Varandikar. It happened many years ago but I've never told
anyone the details before now.

I first encountered him at the end of the summer between my junior and
senior year in high school. This would have been the summer of 1992. I
lived in Bellhampton, Washington, which is a fairly affluent suburb of
Seattle. You think of the Pacific Northwest as rainy all the time, but
actually the summers are spectacular, or at least they were until global
warming made them unbearably hot and smoky from forest fires. Before that,
there used to be about two weeks at the end of August where everything was
just beautiful, the nights warm, and coming at the end of summer for a high
school student this is the most intensive partying phase of the summer. It
was at a pool party on one of these warm summer nights where I met Ernie.

The party was at a house owned by the aunt and uncle of a friend of mine,
Dave. They were out of town for the weekend so of course Dave threw a
rager. The house had an awesome pool and a deck and the living room had a
big projection TV. There were between 15 and 20 people there, most from
Bellhampton High and a few from St. Olaf's Academy which was the Catholic
school not far from ours. I didn't know them all and was kind of on the
outside orbit, socially, of most of them. One of the popular girls from our
school, Leigh, showed up with a strange boy in tow who nobody had seen
before. She called him Ernie. Her parents had volunteered to be a host
family for our school's exchange program, and Ernie, who was going to be
attending Bellhampton High this coming year, was from Varandikar. He had
been in the United States less than 48 hours.

I had never seen an elf in person before. Ernie was absolutely dreamy. He
was tall and thin but had a very graceful way of moving which is typical
among elvish people. He had beautiful brown hair, long, down past his
shoulders, dark straight eyebrows and a little pug nose. You could drown in
his blue eyes which were a very unusual shade, extremely vivid, the kind of
oil paint that's that color is called ultramarine. His ears were pointed
but you could only see the very tips of them sticking up from under his
hair. His fingers were also very long and you could see just by the way he
grasped objects (like a Solo cup filled with beer) that he was
double-jointed. His clothes were out of date. This was 1992 but he looked
like he walked out of the 80s, with a faded Hobie T-shirt, acid washed
jeans and high-top Reebok sneakers, all about 4 years out of date. He was
so shy that I didn't hear him speak until he'd been at the party for an
hour but he spoke English with a thick Eastern European accent. I instantly
wondered what his dick looked like. They say tall thin guys tend to have
long dicks and be skilled lovers. Was that true of elves? I had no hope of
finding out; no one at my school (or anywhere else) knew I was gay.

It was mostly just a normal party for a while, kids standing around
drinking beer, but then toward the end of the evening the popular kids were
like, "Let's go swimming!" Most of the guests had brought bathing suits. We
took turns at the bathrooms but there weren't enough, so I got changed in
the study, a room like a movie set filled with maghogany bookshelves, brass
knickknacks and even a ship's wheel. We started jumping into the
pool. There was a hot tub too, separated from the pool by a tiled weir
wall, but at first it was all about swimming. I was always self-conscious
to be seen in public with my shirt off as I was stocky and a little dumpy,
I had some black hair on my chest, and at that time (I was 17) still had my
braces on my teeth. Your typical unattractive high school kid.

When Ernie came out onto the deck ready to swim it was like the waters of
the Red Sea parted. I mean, he was hot. Dressed only in long (mid-thigh
length) baggy swim trunks, the sight of this Eastern European elf with his
shirt off was pretty stunning. It's not like he looked so different. Elves
are just another of the many varieties of human beings. He was thin but his
shoulders were rounded and the muscles of his upper arms bulged as he
moved. There was not a hair on his chest or stomach until you got down to
his navel, and you could see the start of his "happy trail" that led down
to his genitals under the waist of his swim trunks. His thighs and calves
were covered in short brown hair. I was amazed by his feet, which were
gigantic. Ernie had a 28" waist but wore size 13 shoes and he told me later
that these shoes hurt him because they were so constrictive. His toes were
the least human-looking thing about him, they looked like an eagle's
talons, and his middle toe was almost twice as long as his big toe. Instead
of toenails he had claws. Unconstrained by shoes, his toes splayed out like
a bird's talons. There was a tiny bit of wispy hair on the tops of his
feet. I learned later that when Varandi go abroad they often wear ankle
bracelets, and he had a little gold chain around his left ankle. He paused
on the diving board, said, "Vell, here goes," and slipped so gracefully
into the water that he barely left a ripple on its surface. He swam
underwater, in one fluid motion, the entire length of the pool. Then he
surfaced in the deep end, spat, and wiped his wet hair out of his face. Now
everybody could see his pointed ears, hard and triangular, his long wet
hair brushed behind them. For the first time it dawned on everyone at the
party (especially me) that this boy was very different from the rest of us,
but no one said anything.

Elves can consume a tremendous amount of alcohol without showing any
effects, and there is no effective drinking age in Varandi, so as the party
wore on Ernie just kept pounding beers, far more than anyone else had but
he still seemed stone-cold sober. Eventually several of the boys, myself
and Dave included, and a jock from St. Olaf's wound up in the hot tub next
to the pool. At first Ernie wasn't there but soon he joined, bringing a
Solo cup filled to the brim with beer. When he got in there were six people
in this small hot tub, all male. Dave said something about it being "a
sausagefest" and various homophobic insults were bandied about. Ernie was
three people away from me, all the way across the tub. The jets were going
full blast. Thank God, because when I looked at him I got a boner which
tented out my swim trunks but in the bubbling water no one could see.

It was mostly just bad jokes and dumb teenager talk in the hot tub, and
Ernie clearly didn't understand it all, but he smiled and pretended to go
along. All we learned from him was that, although he was enrolled in our
school as a junior, 11th grade, he was the same age as those of us who were
seniors (most high school seniors are 17 going into the year and turn 18
before graduation; Ernie was also 17 but he was the class of 1994, a year
behind us and would be 19 when he graduated; this was some weird effect of
the Varandi school system). He was a very shy boy. Anyone would be, their
first few days in a foreign country. I thought Ernie was super hot. Over
the next few days I jacked off several times thinking about him, but he was
always like a celebrity fantasy, not a real person you could ever imagine
yourself being with.

School started right after Labor Day. I saw Ernie in the halls of
Bellhampton High and my heart skipped a beat each time I saw him. And on
the first day of school, 7th period, I was amazed to go to physics class
and found that he was in my same class, which had both juniors and
seniors. Our teacher was Dr. Cazales, who was a throwback from the
'60s. Ernie and I both sat in the back row, near the windows. When
Dr. Cazales assigned lab partners, and paired me and Ernie off together, it
was like a sign from God. Ernie was totally clueless. He spoke English, but
you had to speak slowly and enunciate very clearly for him to understand,
and most people didn't do that. He was too shy to ask anybody to repeat
themselves, so he pretended to understand even when he didn't. I caught on
to this quickly. At the end of class one day, this was a Friday at the end
of September, we had a test coming up the next week, I asked Ernie, "You
really don't know what's going on, do you?" He said, no, I really don't. I
told him, if you want to pass this test, study with me this next week.

Ernie lived with Leigh's family. Leigh was one of the popular girls. I
think she was a little nonplussed when I started showing up at her house in
the afternoons to tutor Ernie. Leigh's mother, though, who was Italian,
absolutely loved us. She would bake Italian bread sticks for us every time
I'd come over. (Like the kind you get at Olive Garden, except WAY better!)
I taught Ernie everything I knew and I was super patient as we went through
the textbook, sounding out English words. By the end of the week Ernie was
calculating complicated physics problems. I didn't teach him that. He was
super, almost scary smart. He just needed help on the language
barrier. When we took the test on Friday of the next week, I got an 85
(middle B), and Ernie got a 94 (an A). I was sad because when the test was
over it meant I wouldn't be coming to his house in the afternoons
anymore. But that very day, Friday, the last day of September, as we got
out of physics class after the test, Ernie said, "I vould like to study wit
you some more. Vill you come over Monday?" I said yes, of course. He smiled
and he said, "I vould not hef past but vor you. I ztill neet your help." He
patted me on the shoulder and smiled and said, "Danny. Number one friendt!"

The next time I went over to study with him, Ernie was not interested in
physics. We studied a while but he wasn't paying attention to the book, and
then he said, "Vot do you know about girls? Zere are girls who vant me to
go wit dem." I asked him what he meant by this and he said that girls at
school had been sending him romantic notes, and one had asked him out. He
said, "Shouldt I say yes?" I asked him to show me one of these notes. It
was from some chick, written on notebook paper in red ink with lots of
hearts and smiley faces. I asked him, is this what you want? Do you just
want to be with a lot of hot girls? If so, do it.

I'll never forget what Ernie said. He took the note, spread it out on the
desk in front of us, and he said: "I do not like zese girls. Zey do not
know who I am." I said, then just ignore their notes. I could not believe I
had the balls to ask: "Who would you rather be with?"

Ernie and I kissed for the first time in the room that Leigh's parents had
set aside as a study, over the table, our physics textbooks open in front
of us. He slid his tongue down my throat and it was absolutely glorious,
but also dangerous. Leigh or her mother or anyone in the house could have
come in and seen us kissing. But the moment was so incredibly hot between
us. My dick was rock hard and it felt like there was so much static
electricity in my pants I could have lit up Chicago. I knew instantly that
my suspicion was right: Ernemion was gay as the day was long and he had
absolutely no use for girls. The fact that he liked me was incredibly
flattering. I did not know what to do. I even asked him, "What do we do?"

Ernie was smart and he could think on the spot. He said, "Next week'nt you
vill invite me to your house. To spent ze night. Your parents will not
qvest'n, yah? Zey do not know?" What he meant was, they do not know you're
gay. I said, no, they don't know. "Zen zey vill not suspect vhen you invite
a boy to stay. Zey vill just think friendtz. You vill do zis, yah?" Of
course, "yah." He could have asked me to lay down in front of a freight
train and I would have done it.

My parents had no suspicion. I was inviting a boy over to our house for a
sleepover. We were a little old for it, but aside from that it was
innocuous. They were amazed and curious, Ernemion was the first elf they
ever had in their home. We had an epic dinner of steak, baked potatoes and
homemade bread. Throughout the whole meal Ernie complimented my
mother. "This is what steak taste like? Wow, this is so
good. Mrs. Comnenus, this is best meal I have ever had!"

When my parents and sister went to bed Ernie and I were left alone in our
sleeping bags on the floor of the living room. We deliberately left a movie
playing on the VCR, it was "Dick Tracy" with Warren Beatty. We sure as hell
weren't watching it, it was just to mask the sounds from the room. Ernie
crawled into my sleeping bag. He had nothing but his underwear on, but he
took it off immediately and as we kissed he reached down and started
pulling off my briefs. We were naked together and the atmosphere inside the
sleeping bag was burning hot. I had done some sexual things with boys
before and even given a brief blow job one time, but this was the most
intense thing I had ever done. Ernie took me in his arms. I reached down
and touched his cock which was throbbing hard. I was amazed at how long it
was. His balls were also big and mostly hairless. He groaned as soon as I
touched him. I would never in a million years have dreamed I would have an
elf's penis in my hand or be playing with his balls. Above all I did not
want to fuck up and ruin his pleasure, I was more afraid of that than
anything.

I masturbated him at first, but after a few minutes Ernie took my hands
away by pinning my wrists to the floor above my head, and he got on top of
me and stuck his hard dick between my thighs which I instinctively squeezed
together to give him more resistance. I didn't know at this time that this
was sometimes called the "Greek position" because it was rumored to be how
frat boys fucked each other in a way they could pretend (implausibly) that
they weren't really having gay sex. I don't care what fraternity brothers
think, Ernie was definitely fucking me. He was humping pretty hard and if I
had been observing us from afar I would have seen his round shapely ass
pushing the sleeping bag up and down. If anyone came into the room it would
have been undeniable that we were fucking. As we got farther into it he
started panting like a dog. He whispered some things which were nonsensical
to me but I realized were words in his native language, Varandi, probably
dirty words. I kept hearing the word "vzshoas" which I learned later was a
dirty Varandi word for dick or penis, and as he approached climax he said,
"Umpzhahe! Umpzhahe!" which (again I learned later) was a form of the
Varandi word "umpshaz" meaning cum or ejaculation. (Specifically future
tense: "umpzha" + "he" means "I'm going to cum," or add another dirty word,
"Umpzha ehetit he," meaning "I'm going to fucking cum," or "Umpzha ehetit
he nos vazshale," meaning, "I'm going to fucking cum all over you.")

He did not cum all over me, but he shot a hot sticky load between my thighs
which left a huge wet spot on my sleeping bag. Ernie purred like a cat in
the aftermath of his ejaculation. Then he whispered, "Okay, you do like to
me?" He got under me and pressed his legs together, sandwiching my much
smaller cock between them. He drew his arms up around my back and it felt
so warm and nice it was almost better than the sex itself. I probably
humped him for less than 30 seconds before I came. It was the most intense
orgasm I'd had up to that point. The sleeping bag was soaked, but it was a
wonderful evening.

I hoped there would be more to come, and I was right, a lot more.



Please donate to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html