Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2000 20:56:07 EDT
From: BladerIowa@aol.com
Subject: Converting the Mormon Boy

This story contains graphic depictions of consensual homosexual sex.  If you
are under 18, you do not have permission to read this story.  If you are
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Anyone else who would be offended by such fiction needs to read no further.
Everyone else who lusts after religious boys in dark suits needs to get the
paper towels ready.


Converting the Mormon Boy

by BladerIowa@aol.com


It was a warm July evening.  On the way home I'd noticed them, two dark
suited young men on bicycles pedaling down the street near my home.  They
were both very good looking and clean cut.  Immediately I knew they were
Mormon Missionaries by the way they were dressed and the name tags I saw on
their shirts.  Hell, who else wears a tie, black slacks and rides a bicycle
with a backpack in 85 degree weather?

About the time I settled down in the recliner, turned on the TV, and opened
my cold beer, the doorbell rang.  I got up to answer the door.  Peering
outside, I saw it was the two young Mormon men I'd seen only twenty or so
minutes earlier.  I opened the door with one hand and holding the beer with
the other.

"Hello," I said.

"Good evening, Sir.  Can we have a few minutes of your time?" the taller one
inquired.  He was a handsome young man.  Better than six feet tall and fairly
slender, he had short brown hair and crystal clear blue eyes.  At twenty or
twenty-one he had the boyish kind of good looks I usually go for.  His name
tag read "Missionary Jeffreys".

"Come on in guys," I offered.  "It's hotter than hell out here."

"I wouldn't quite say that," the smaller one said with a smile, "But it is
pretty humid." He was no slouch either.  About five feet and ten inches tall,
he was built more like a wrestler.  That damned white shirt he was wearing
hid what I thought looked to be a fairly muscular build.  He had longer bangs
that were colored blonde, but the sides of his head were shaved and it was
obvious he was a natural brunette.  He had a sweet, sexy look about him and
his brown eyes reminded me of a puppy's.  He looked like a model.  I could
tell by his longer haircut that he was probably a new recruit, perhaps maybe
not quite with the program.  Looking at him, I guessed him for about nineteen
years old.  His nametag said "Missionary Allen".

I opened the door and let the two of them in.

"It's nice and cool in here," remarked the Missionary Allen.

"Yeah, I like to keep it that way.  Sit down, relax.  Would you guys like a
Coke or something to drink?  I would offer you a beer but I know you don't
drink."

"Thank you Sir," replied Missionary Allen, "A Coke sounds good."

"Is it caffeine free?" asked Missionary Jeffreys.

"No, it's not," I said.

"No thank you.  We don't drink caffeinated beverages.  Thank you for the
offer.  Perhaps some water?"

Missionary Allen looked disappointed.  I went over to the fridge, opened it
up, and grabbed a couple of cans of Sprite.

"How about Sprite?  No caffeine."

"Cool!" said Missionary Allen.

"Thank you" said Missionary Jeffreys.

"By the way, my name is David Bennett.  You don't have to call me Sir.
Actually, I'd prefer you don't.  What are your names?" I inquired.

"I'm Mike," Missionary Allen volunteered.

"I'm Martin," said Missionary Jeffreys.

"Can I call you Mike and Marty?" I asked.

"We'd prefer Missionary Allen and Jeffreys, if you don't mind," said Marty.
What a little dickhead, I thought to myself!

Both young men sipped on their Sprites, enjoying the cold refreshment.  I
noticed a look of longing on Mike Allen's face as I took a swig of beer.
Marty Jeffreys looked a little uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.  "It is rude of me to drink in front of you.  I'll
put it away."

"It's okay," said Missionary Allen.  "I grew up around it.  My Dad..."

"Is not part of the church, Mike, but you are now." Missionary Jeffreys
interrupted.  "Mr. Bennett, we would like to discuss Eternity with you.
We're from the Englewood Church of Latter Day Saints and we'd like to share
with you a few passages from the Bible."

"Well guys, I'm not really too religious.  I've got my own beliefs."

"Without faith, you can't make it to heaven." said Marty.  "You need to have
faith in God.  We'd like to help."

"I'm in hell already," I replied.  "I drink, I smoke, hell I even do a little
grass now and then.  I read porno, drink caffeine, and swear.  The world we
live in is a mess and I do the best I can to make it more bearable.  If that
means getting drunk or getting laid, I do what feels right."

"I used to feel that way," volunteered Missionary Allen.  "Then I found God
and now I don't want that lifestyle anymore.  My life has changed."

"You're on a road to destruction," said Missionary Jeffreys.  "We'd like to
help.  We'd like to show you the way out, but you have to be willing to be
helped."

"I'm kind of happy the way that I am," I said.  "I'll let you show me the way
you believe is the road to happiness if I can show you my road to happiness."

"I don't believe we can do that," said Marty.  "You're road may be
inappropriate and sinful."

"Okay," I replied.  "Go ahead and preach to me.  Tell me what a rotten S.O.B.
I am and maybe it will sink in.  Will you give me a few minutes afterwards to
tell my side of it?"

"Sure," piped up Missionary Allen.  Missionary Jeffreys glared at him.

Missionary Jeffreys started showing me some passages out of the Bible.
Romans something and 1st Corinthians something else and Genesis something or
other.  It all sounded like Shakespeare to me, only without the romance.  Ten
minutes later all he had shown me was that I was fucked up and I was going to
go to hell.  It's not like I didn't know that already.  He talked about the
Mormon church and how it changed his life.  Then Missionary Allen described
how he had come from a broken home, broken the law, and how the church had
saved him from a life of destruction.  I didn't think they were ever going to
shut up.

"Okay, I know I'm messed up," I said.  "I agree that I'll probably go to
hell, but I want to show you something.  I watch TV, drink caffeine, and
alcohol and raise some hell.  But I'm willing to share the world with people
of different beliefs.  Now watch this."

With that, I got up, walked over and turned on the TV.  I punched the play
button on the VCR and after a few long seconds, a video popped on the screen.
 It was a bisexual video I'd been watching the day before.  The girl on the
screen was sucking on one cock while a guy was banging here from behind.
Missionary Jefferys jumped up.

"Mike, we must go.  This is wrong!" he said with disgust.  "Mr. Bennett you
WILL excuse us."

"What's wrong?" I asked.  "Why can't you co-exist with the rest of the world?
 Isn't your faith strong enough to protect you from this?"

Missionary Allen was still sitting on the couch staring at the screen.

"Missionary Allen!  I said we MUST go," bellowed Marty Jeffreys.  "NOW!"

Mike blinked.

"Umm.  Sorry. Right.  Gotta go.  David.. I mean Mr. Bennett.  Thanks for the
Coke.  I mean Sprite.  Nice talking to you."  His face turned red.  I could
see the bulge in his black slacks.

"Come back anytime," I said.  "You guys are always welcome."

"Thank you," said Missionary Allen.  "I'd...." His voice trailed off as
Missionary Jeffreys pulled him toward the door.

I said good-bye to them and as I peek out the door, watching them depart, I
could see Missionary Jeffreys harshly rebuking Missionary Mike.  Cute guys, I
thought to myself.  Cute, but fucked up in the head.

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Later that night, around ten o'clock or so, I heard a knock on the door.  I
peeked out and it looked like a young man.  I turned on the porch light and
it was Missionary Allen.  I opened the door.

"Come on in guy!" I greeted him.  "I didn't think you'd be back."

"I got chewed out," he admitted.  "When we got back to the church, Marty
ratted me out and I'm not allowed to go door to door for a while.  I've
failed as a Missionary."

"I'm sorry," I said.  "It's all my fault.  Would you like another Sprite?"

"No thanks," he said.  "How about a Coke instead?"

I grinned.  I went to the fridge and got him a cold one.  He plunked down on
my couch.

"Ahhhhh!" he sighed as the cold sweet liquid burned his throat.  "It's been
too long."

"Geez,"  I said.  "Sounds like you just popped a nut."

"No," he said with a straight face.  "That's not allowed in our religion."

We both burst out laughing.

"Well, no, I mean not by yourself.... Well, everyone has to .... Oh..." he
laughed, realizing he was just digging himself in deeper.  I came to his
rescue.

"Hey, Mike.  It's okay.  Everyone jacks off is what your trying to say.  It's
no big thing.  It's better than nothing.  Don't be embarrassed.  You do have
a sense of humor.  Right now it's just you and me.  Take a break from the
church for a few minutes."


"I need to leave," he said.  "I'm doing a bad job representing the church."

"The church turned their backs on you.  You're not going anywhere.  Stay here
and let's watch some more of that movie."

"I can't," he whined.  "It's wrong."

"It may be wrong," I said, "But it's what you came back for.  It's why you
had a boner earlier too."

"Oh no!" he gasped.  "I'm.... I'm so embarrassed.  I have to go.  I'm sinning
by being here."

"Shut up," I said.  "Watch the damn movie."  With that I grabbed the remote
and turned on the TV.  I pressed the PLAY button and the porno flick resumed
from where it left off a few hours earlier.  Mike looked defeated and settled
back onto the couch, sipping his Coke.

The girl in the movie was moaning loudly now as she took a dick from both
ends.  I watched Mike out of the corner of my eye.  His dark slacks pretty
well concealed the bulge, but after a few minutes he kind of squirmed on my
couch.  As I looked over, he grabbed one of the small couch pillows and
covered himself with it.

"Hey, it happens to all of us," I said.  "It's a good flick."

"I shouldn't be here," said Mike.  "I could get kicked out of the church for
viewing this you know."

"I know," I said.  "But then again, lying is a sin and you've been lying to
yourself for a long time.  Enjoy the moment and don't feel ashamed.  This is
the young man in you. Be proud because you will not always have the energy
and stamina."

"You're really cool, Mr. Bennett," he said.  "You seem to know how I feel."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked.

"No," he replied.  "But I do have to get married and have kids someday."

"Why's that?" I asked.  "I'm not going to.  I don't want kids."

"It's expected of me."

"The church again," I muttered.  "When are you going to realize that the
church can't run your life?"

"I dunno.  Maybe someday.  Have you ever gone to church then?" he asked.

"Yes, Mike, I did for a few years.  Like you, I didn't fit in.  They told me
how to live my life and I couldn't follow it.  It wasn't for me.  That's why
I understand your feelings so well."

"So David, do you have a girlfriend?" he asked.

"Nope," I said.  "Not for a few years."

"Are you... are you a homosexual then?"  Mike looked concerned.

"Not entirely, Mike," I replied.  "I've had both, but I've realized that I
like guys enough to know that's what I prefer.  Guys like you that use couch
pillows to cover up hard-ons."

"I could never have sex with a man," he said.  "It's a sin, it's forbidden by
God's law, and I could never enjoy it."

"Let me tell you something the church has never told you.  There's a little
gayness in all every one of us."

"No, that's wrong.  I have no desire to do that."  Mike looked uncomfortable.

"Mike," I said, "look at the movie."  By now the two guys had positioned
themselves so that one was sucking the other one off while the girl watched.

"That's wrong," Mike said.  "It's indecent, immoral, and I could never do
that.  It's a sin."

"Okay," I conceded.  "It's a sin.  So do you ever want to fuck a girl and
have her suck your cock?"

"Ummmm.  Kind of.  Yeah.  I think of it now and then."  Mike smiled.

"That's a sin too.  You know what?  We all sin so put that damn pillow down
and stop worrying about your dick getting hard.  We're all human.  Mine's
hard too."

Mike put the pillow down and I could see a promising bulge in his slacks.  He
looked embarrassed as my eyes took in the grapefruit sized lump in his pants.

"Mike, have you ever fucked a girl or gotten a blowjob?" I asked.

"Ummm.  Well, I did have a girlfriend before I started going to church.  We
messed around a little, but she wouldn't do anything else and her dad knew my
dad."

"So, the answer is no, I take it?  You've never gotten your cock sucked?"

"No," he replied.  "I never have."

"Would you let me suck it while you watch the movie?" I inquired.

"Ummmm.  I'd better not.  It's against God's law.  I shouldn't even be here."

"Watching a porno movie is a sin and you seem to be liking that.  Whether a
girl or a guy sucks you off is a sin in your book, I know.  But a sin is a
sin and the truth is no sin is worse than another.  Just go with it."

With that I sat down on the couch beside Mike.  He pretended not to look at
me as he watched what was on the T.V.  I placed my hand on his thigh and I
felt him suddenly tense up, then relax.  Slowly I moved my hand up his thigh
until it rested on his crotch.  I hard him sigh as I rubbed the mound of his
big bulge.

Feeling no resistance, my fingers explored the fly of his slacks until I
located the zipper.  I tugged at the metal menace until it yielded to my
intruding hand.  My fingers probed through the fly of his white underwear
until they reached his hard dick.  He gasped as I touched the sensitive head
of his dick.

"Stand up," I commanded.  Mike looked at me and complied.  I unbuttoned his
slacks and then slid them down his muscular thighs and over his hairy calves.
 He had beautiful legs, well defined and muscular.  His stark white briefs
glowed in comparison to his tanned legs.  I knelt before Mike and my mouth
sought out the dick that was sticking straight up in his briefs and poking
out from under the waistband.  The moment my mouth touched his cock, Mike's
legs started to quiver.  I peeled his underwear down over his firm buttocks
and they dropped to the floor.  Still dressed in a shirt and tie and black
socks, he looked beautiful as I prepared to rob him of his remaining
innocence.

"Sit down." I uttered and he obeyed.  I knelt before him and examined his
cock.  It was magnificent.  It had grown to at least eight and a half inches
and was a decent thickness.  The mushroom head was large and perfectly
shaped.  The skin was smooth with a light trace of veines.  The circumcision
scar was very neat and tidy.  His balls were very large and hung down pretty
low, nestled in a forest of black pubic hair.  His cock was beautiful, just
like the rest of him.

I sat on the couch before Mike and grasped his penis with my hand.  There was
no pre-cum at all.  I leaned over, tightened my lips over my teeth as I had
so many times before, and inhaled his beautiful organ.

Mike moaned loudly and his eyes flew open as he felt the warm wetness of his
first blowjob.

"Oh my... UhhhhHH!  Oh God that feels good!   MMMMMMMM!" His young hips
quivered and thrust in earnest as my talented mouth and tongue worked on his
meat.

"You'd better stop.  I'm getting close!" he moaned as his legs jerked and
quivered.  I backed off and let him rest.  I don't mind a guy cumming
quickly, but this was just too fast.  I wanted to savor the taste of his dick
and inhale the aroma of his groin a little longer.

"That is awesome.  I want it to last forever!" he said excitedly.  "But I
can't hold out very long."

"Don't worry about it," I said.  "There's always the next time.  I want you
to cum as fast as you want.  Now do it!"

With that, I plunged my mouth down over his fat cock.  Mike moaned loudly as
I resumed a fast paced blowjob.  The bitch in the movie was screaming like
someone had stabbed her.  Mike's face was glued to the screen as I continued
my assault on his hard young peter.  His moaning and thrusting became more
frequent as he approached his orgasm.

"Yes, I'm going to.. Uhhhh. MMMMMM.  cum now... Oh please... MMMMMMMM.
OHHHHHH!"  With a convulsive jerk, Mike rammed his cock down my throat,
choking me.  The first spurt landed all the way down my throat.  The next two
hit the back of my throat making me cough.  I clamped my lips around the knob
and jacked three more spurts out of his hard young dick.  Mike leaned back on
the couch panting.

"That was fantastic!" he exclaimed.  "I loved it.  I want to do it again
sometime."  Then his face fell.

"Wait, I can't do it," he said sadly.  "I'm not supposed to."

"Remember, Mike.  If you look at a girl and want to fuck her it's as big a
sin as me sucking you off and you loving it.  So is it going to be sin and
beating your meat of a hot blowjob?"

"That's true."  He looked resigned.  "I guess I just can't control what my
flesh wants to do.  I'd better go."

Mike stood up, pulled his pants back on and shook my hand.

"Thank you Mr. Bennett, I mean David.  Thank you a lot.  It's true what you
said.  We all can be aroused by someone of the same sex."

"We all can," I replied.  "Even Missionary Jeffreys."

"That's true," he said.  "But he's pretty dedicated."

"Tell him I said I wanted him to come over."  I grinned.  "I might have to
make a believer out of him yet."

"I really wish you would.  He needs something to take the edge off."

"I'll try it.  You guys stop back here together some night.  We'll get him to
play."

"Will do," Mike said.  "Thanks for the Coke."

With that, I watched him walk out the door and down the driveway.  The taste
of his young seed was on my tongue.  I should be a Missionary, I thought to
myself.  I have so much to offer the world.

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