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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