Date: Mon, 27 Apr 2020 19:18:27 +0200
From: Daniel Comnenus <daniel.comnenus@gmx.com>
Subject: My Elvish Boyfriend (part 3)

MY ELVISH BOYFRIEND (3)

By Dolphin Dan


In my senior year at Bellhampton High School in Washington state I became
the boyfriend of Ernemion (Ernie) Maundelow, an elvish exchange student
from the country of Varandikar, who was my same age (17) but a grade behind
me. No one else at our school new Ernie was gay, but girls fell all over
themselves trying to date him to no avail. Right before Christmas,
though--this was the year 1992--Ernie got a girlfriend. Her name was Jenna
Crane and she was an honors student, on NHS (National Honor Society),
president of the Interact Club and a senior in AP Physics, APUSH (Advanced
Placement U.S. History) and AP English. And she had played Laurie, the lead
female role, in the school production of "Oklahoma!" that fall. She was
high school royalty and when I found out about it I felt totally
betrayed. He didn't even tell me he liked her! Jenna was a nice girl but
the thought of him being with her made me rage. I avoided Ernie for about a
week.

Ernie called my house a couple of times and even put a note in my locker
(it read, in Elvish, "NEED TO SEE YOU"), but I was too much of a jealous
fool to respond. Finally Ernie caught me walking toward the bus after 7th
period, on a very cold day in December and he caught up with me. His first
words were, "You hef been a shit, Danny! Why you not call me?" I said
something jealous like, don't you want to be with your girlfriend? We were
just at the edge of campus where you exited a chain-link fence onto the end
of a residential street behind the school. Many kids smoked here because it
was just barely off school grounds. Ernie pulled me aside into the trees
and said, "You vill listen to me now, yah? You do not understant. I hef
been tryink to explain zis to you for a week und now you vill listen unt
shut up, yah?"

He explained to me that his relationship with Jenna was a sham. He had told
her he was gay and was in a relationship with me. Not only did Jenna
understand, but she wanted to help. She was involved with a boy named Craig
who was college age (in fact he was 25) and went to UW, University of
Washington in Seattle, called "You-Dub" by Northwesterners, but her parents
were outraged because they thought he was too old for her. So they decided
to help each other. Ernie was so scorching hot that it was becoming
nonsensical that he did not have a girlfriend. So Jenna agreed to pretend
to be his girlfriend for the view of the school, if he pretended to be her
boyfriend to deceive her parents that she wasn't still seeing Craig. I told
him that I thought all this deception was crazy. But he looked me straight
in my eyes and his ultramarine stare was impossible to look away from. He
even grabbed my neck and held me steady so I could not look away from him.

Ernie told me that the Communist government of Varandikar, his country, put
homosexuals into mental institutions where they were routinely tortured and
sometimes had lobotomies performed on them. I didn't even know what a
lobotomy was before this conversation. The Communist regime was overthrown
in 1989, but it was only three years later and the new government did not
like gays very much. He said, "You hef freedom in America. But at end of
zis year I must go back to my country. Do you know vot vill heppen to me if
anyone tink I am gay?" He also said he would be a special target back in
Varandikar because he had been an exchange student in the U.S. and they
would watch him more closely than other people. If he came back with a
suitcase full of prom photos and love letters from his American girlfriend,
they wouldn't suspect him. He said, "You vant to be wit me still? I must
pretend to be boyfrient of Jenna."

I realized I had been selfish. I said I was sorry, but without saying so I
knew Ernie was going to have to prove to me, physically, that he still
loved me. We had a sleepover at my house the next night, Friday. When the
rest of the house was quiet we zipped our sleeping bags together and Ernie
took me in his arms. "You know that I love you," he said. He began playing
with my butt using his fingers. My favorite thing to do with him was to be
penetrated, and inside the sleeping bag he took off my underwear, turned me
over gently and got me into position. He worked warm baby oil into my
crack, all over my butt and my back and greased up his own dick with it. He
slid into me smooth as silk. He repeated what he said, "You know that I
love you." He proceeded to fuck me and came deeply in my butt. Afterwards
he oiled me up and jacked me off, and it felt wonderful and shattering as I
came all over his hands and his tight stomach. I couldn't believe he really
wanted Jenna, so I knew that what he had said was true. There was more at
stake for him than for me.

The next few months were pretty nice. Jenna became a friend of mine. I
hadn't known her much at first, because I wasn't in her group of popular
people, but the three of us hung out together and studied together a few
times and it turned out she had a very dry, cracking sense of humor and a
lot of compassion. I actually kind of think she really did have a crush on
Ernie but she didn't seem to resent me for being his boyfriend. One time
she said, "I'm really glad he has you." She also told me gossip about his
other friends, like she confirmed that Leigh really wanted to date him and
in fact had tried to get him into bed a few weeks after he arrived. Around
Christmastime Ernie finally told her that he was gay. She agreed to keep
the secret.

The sex was amazing. It was the first time in my life (and the last, for a
while) that I was regularly having sex with someone. He really enjoyed my
blow jobs and I loved giving them. Our favorite position to do that in was
standing up, Ernie standing at parade rest, me at his feet. Doing this in a
shower was fun too but it was so rare that we got to do it like this, I
think it only happened once or twice. The bathroom he used at Leigh's house
had a huge shower and the warm water coursing over us made it all the more
exciting. Sometimes he made me practice saying dirty phrases in Varandi
while we he was fucking me. Him gently correcting my pronunciation while
plowing my ass was an interesting experience. He actually got way better at
giving head. When we first started, his blow jobs were okay but not
great. A few months later he would fucking blow me into another dimension
every time. (Turns out this was a magical assist as well). We always
swallowed each other's cum.

One time I blew Ernie while he was on the phone with his parents, long
distance to Varandikar. This was sort of a game with him. He asked me if I
could ever cum completely silently and I told him no, it was impossible at
least for me, I always moan or sigh or something. He said, "You have to hef
control. I can do it." So then he dared to try it out, called his parents
in Varandikar (he talked to them at least once a week), spread his legs in
the chair he was sitting and unzipped his jeans. It was up to me to
unbutton the fly of his boxers, which I had selected as you recall, and
take him out. His long dick was throbbing hard. It was real difficult for
me not to make slurping noises or anything else that would give it away,
but for Ernie's part he just kept talking to his dad in a totally normal
tone of voice. When I felt his balls tighten up and his penis went
super-hard in my mouth I knew he was on the edge. His dick quivered and he
let loose a torrent of cum which I swallowed and he never made a sound
other than the casual conversation. When he hung up the phone, though, he
did shudder a bit and he laughed and said, "Okay, that was harder than I
thought!"

I've alluded a couple of times now to magic or "magical assists." I promise
I'll get to that, but it takes a little explanation. I've got to lay the
groundwork first before I get into how I found out about that.

Elves are magical creatures, or at least they were supposed to be. The
legend goes that back in ancient times and the Middle Ages they were
capable of magical powers, telekinesis and spells and enchantments and
such, but in the modern world they lost these powers. Supposedly the magic
was a way the elvish adopted to survive. Other humans hated and persecuted
them, especially in Eastern Europe, and the magical powers they developed
were a defense mechanism. In the modern world they didn't need these
powers, so the story goes. (Not true; the Nazis, for example, heavily
persecuted elves during World War II). Of course there are rumors that
elves can still do some magical things, but it's never been proven, and
elvish magic is a fringe topic like the sasquatch or the Loch Ness Monster.

In January (1993), when the semester changed, our old English teacher
retired and we got a new one, a young woman named Mrs. Bain, right out of
grad school, and she gave us an assignment to teach us how to use the
library. We had to order a book from another library by Inter-Library
Loan. It didn't matter what the book was. I looked through the catalog
(which was on printed paper at that time) and just out of curiosity picked
a book called "The Elves And Their History," which had been published in
1959. The point of the assignment was to order a book from ILL, so it was
sort of irrelevant when it actually showed up. But when it did, a yellow
paper stripe around the front cover, on my lunch hours and in study hall I
started reading it. For some reason I was scared that Ernie would be angry
if he saw me reading it so I hid it from him in my locker or at home.

I learned some very interesting things from this book, which was written by
a British guy named Nigel Tensworthy who said (in the introduction) that he
lived in Varandikar from 1925 until the outbreak of World War II in
1939. Although he never said anything specifically, just reading the book I
got the very strong vibe that Nigel Tensworthy was gay and that he had come
to Varandikar looking for elvish dick, which he no doubt received in
spades. I started to wonder if male homosexuality was a higher percentage
of the population among elves, and among Varandi (that being the only
country with a majority ethnic elvish population), but Tensworthy's book
was quite silent on that question.

Anyway, it was clear from reading the book that Tensworthy believed modern
elves were still capable of magic on occasion. One of the few actual facts
he cited was a study apparently done at UCLA in the 1950s in which elves
supposedly guessed correctly over 60% of cards held out of sight, as
opposed to 20% (equivalent to random chance) for the general
population. Big whoop. This did not interest me. But one single sentence of
Tensworthy's book did interest me, it was on page 151:

"Although there is no way to measure the effect quantifiably, anecdotal
evidence suggests that what few elves do today possess magical capabilities
often deploy them in sexual contexts, i.e., using magic to enhance their
own sexual capability, or to enhance their partners' enjoyment of various
sex acts."

As soon as I read this sentence I thought of how satisfied I felt when
Ernie came in my mouth, even if I hadn't gotten off, or the "tingling"
feeling of his sperm after he shot into me. I also thought of the absolute,
almost robotic obedience I had given him whenever he asked anything of me,
especially something sexual. I did whatever he wanted and got into whatever
position he asked without even thinking about it. Maybe that was the
point. Was Ernemion using magic to control my mind or my hormones? Every
time I started thinking about this question I suddenly hit a wall,
mentally, and started thinking stuff like, "But I love Ernie," usually
accompanied by me getting a rock-hard erection. Sometimes my boner was so
hard and demanding that I had to masturbate right then and there. I found
myself repeating the phrase "but I love Ernie" over and over again, like a
mantra. I did not know it but I was under a spell.

Much more to come...



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