dontravis.com blog post #501
Last week, we left Dolph Hardy and his idol Damon Dutton in a car heading for a party when Damon suggests that after tonight, they forego sexual activity until after next week’s big tennis tournament—you know, to keep from draining their strength. So let’s see what happens next.
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PROFANE
EIDOLON
Suzie—the local who belonged
to this house—opened the door and greeted us with the news her folks were out
of town. Which meant the booze would flow. I got pleasantly loose but not
drunk, and was enjoying myself talking to a couple of friends when Damon tapped
me on the shoulder.
“Curfew,” he said.
“What curfew?”
“Self-imposed. You can catch a
ride with somebody else if you want, but I’m leaving.”
“No, I’ll come too,” I said.
Saying hasty goodbyes to the
people in the vicinity, we took our leave. No one spoke for a few minutes.
“Well, that was a bust.”
I frowned at him. “I thought
it was a pretty good party.”
“Yeah, but neither of us
scored.”
“There’s that.”
He banged the steering wheel
with the palm of his left hand. “Well, the night’s not over yet.” He took a
left and headed west.
“Where you going?” I asked.
“You’ll see.”
“Nothing down here but the city
park.”
“You got it.”
I glued my lips together and
did some fast thinking. Had he asked two babes to meet us there? That would
explain the abrupt exit from the party. Would Phillipa be one of them?
He entered the park and headed
for the most heavily forested area. After a couple of quick turns, he pulled
into a secluded, well shielded area and parked.
Silence reigned until I asked,
“Where are they?”
“Where are who?”
“The girls?”
“Aren’t any.”
A shiver ran down my back. “What?”
“Girls aren’t the only way to
get it, you know.”
“I—I….”
“Oh, come on, Dolph. I’ve seen
the way you check me out in the shower. Losa times. I’ve done some checking of
my own. Looks interesting. So let’s find out.”
My mouth was dry, but I
managed to mutter, “I’ve never done anything like this.”
“You telling me you’ve never
jerked off with a buddy?”
“N-not since the 9th grade.
You?”
“Couple of times. Getting it’s
getting it, you know. And having a buddy’s better’n doing it all by yourself.”
I tried not to look but couldn’t
help it when he slid his trousers and shorts down over his strong thighs. He grasped
himself and sighed.
“Feels good. Come on. Shuck ‘em.”
Not feeling as reluctant as I
thought I should, my clothes were down around my ankles in moments. I was
already ballooning. Fast.
I’d only pumped a couple of
times before he spoke.
“Feel me.”
“Uh….”
“Go ahead, feel me.”
He reached over and took me in
hand. After an initial jump in surprise, I had to admit, his hand wrapped
around me felt good. So I grabbed onto him.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, reclining
his seat a bit.
Glad it was doing for him what
his hand was doing for me, I said nothing… just swallowed noisily.
He moved his head to the back
of my head and pulled me over atop him. Our lips were only inches apart.
He gave a low, growling laugh.
“Stop looking like a deer caught in the headlight. Relax. Close your eyes, and
imagine it’s Pillipa.”
I did, and when our lips met,
I’ll swear the earth moved. I felt his kiss race down my torso to my privates,
and right on down to my toes.
I exhaled, which sounded sort
of like a whine.
“Feel anything?” A slight
frown painted his face, or that’s the way it appeared in the gloom of the
thicket.
Incapable of speech, I nodded
my head.
“Me too,” he admitted. “First
time… with a guy, that is.”
“I—”
He shut me up with a second
kiss that felt just as good as the first. After that, I was putty in his hands.
He moved my head wherever he wanted, to his hard pecs to wash his nipples, down
to the navel, which my tongue invaded, and then lower. I couldn’t believe it
when I took him. But again, he manipulated my head however he wanted. I stopped
resisting and did as he wished.
After a while, his moans grew
louder, and I came up to meet his eyes. “Sorry, I’ve never done this before so
I—”
“He pushed me down on him
again. “You’re doing great, Dolphie. Just great. Oh, Oooh!”
Then he exploded! I didn’t
know what to do, but he held me down on him, so I did what I had to. A long
minute passed after he finally finished gushing before he removed his hand. In
the grips of something I didn’t really understand, I sat up and grabbed my
thing, pumping away as if there was no tomorrow.
Before long, he brushed my
hand away, and grasped me in his own. As he worked, he leaned across the seat
and gave me a long, blissful kiss. I couldn’t honestly say if it was his hand
or his lips that did the trick, but I blasted like I’d never blasted before.
I hadn’t even finished my
orgasm before a sharp rap on the window startled us. Quick as a whip, Damon sat
up and yanked his britches into place. Still lethargic, I watched—entranced—as a
flashlight played over my bare chest and belly, and then my wilting manhood.
“I oughta haul you in!” a
voice yelled. “Go on, get outa here. And don’t come back!”
Damon didn’t waste time in
obeying. He backed out of the sheltered nook, scratching the rear end of the
Impala on some bushes behind us. Then he goosed the accelerator and roared down
the road.
I restored my clothing in
silence, except for the roar of the engine.
“Man, that was close,” Damon
said.
“Closer’n you think,” I said
quietly. “I recognized the cop when you pulled forward. It was Dolby.”
Damon gasped. “The cop who
sometimes works the college?”
I nodded my head.
“Shit! He’s got a big mouth.
He’ll tell everyone.”
Silence. Then. “You were
great,” Damon said. “I knew you would be.”
I didn’t answer.
***
The cop had, indeed, been
Dolby. And he might not have blabbed to the whole college, but he told someone,
and pretty soon word spread all over the campus. I managed to hold my head up
and plow through, until I heard another side of the story. Damon’s side.
I’d gotten him drunk at the
party. I’d made the moves on him, taken advantage of his friendship. Pressed
myself on him. Seduced him while drunk.
No one mentioned that he was
driving. Dolby didn’t come forward with the fact when he turned that flashlight
into the car, it had been Damon on me, not the other way around. Nonetheless, I
kept my mouth shut, so his version prevailed. But I didn’t quit school. I
stayed and pressed on and held my head up high.
Just before the term ended,
Marlow Caffery caught me in the SUB, the Student Union Building. He put his
hand on a chair at the table where I sat alone trying to study. “May I?” he
asked.
I shrugged. “Free country.”
Just what I needed, the guy everyone claimed was the school queer sitting alone
at a table with me.
He leaned forward over the
table. “Dolph, I’ve heard the stories. Everybody has, I guess. But I wanted you
to know something. Whenever Damon got frustrated… you know, sexually, he’d sneak
over to see me for relief. In the three years he’s been on campus, probably a
dozen times or so.”
I looked over my textbook to
peer into his eyes. Green they were. “Really?”
“Yeah. And he’s looked me up
once since all the hullabaloo.”
“Since… we were caught?”
He nodded. “And you know what
I said? I told him to piss off. Surprised the hell out of him. He bluffed and
threatened, but he left when I shut the door in his face. Just thought you
oughta know. He nodded and left.
And so my hero crashed. Damon Dutton,
fallen idol, A profane eidolon.
****
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