Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 03:44:19 +0900 From: Gaijin Ossan Subject: Missionary's first fondle This story is true; names have been changed to protect the fondled. Copyright 2002 gajin_ossan. Born and raised as such, I had to do the Mormon missionary thing. I was a good son. I loved my parents and the Church that raised me, so it wasn't that hard for me to put two years of my life on hold while I knocked on doors for the Lord. I knew I was gay early. But a fat kid has a much harder time ever coming out. If I was lean and hard, maybe I would have come out earlier and fucked and got fucked. As it was it took me until I was 28 to tell my folks and family that I liked to suck cock. But after knowing me for 28 years, my parents were hardly surprised. But back to the mission thing. At 19 most Mormon boys leave for two years of proselytizing and Christian service. I was asked to serve in Japan, which was ideal because I had studied Japanese as a kid and was in love with Japan--the country that I had never been to. Before going overseas, missionaries study the Church's doctrines, the scriptures and whatever language they need at the Missionary Training Center in Provo, Utah. I went to the MTC in 1989--the old MTC on the west side off 900 East. The MTC was amazing. Thousands of 19-year-old boys--just like me--and strict separation of the sexes. The dormitory I was in had gang-bang showers, and I got to see everyone on my floor naked and lathered-up every morning before our first class. In the MTC I fell in love with a different boy everyday. One day it was the beautiful star high school quarterback from Bountiful, Utah who had a very developed body, but was boy-like in his sexual development--a perfect little package with just a wisp of hair. Next it was the kid from Idaho--the nephew of a US Senator--who had bad skin but a huge cock. For a short time it was a poor kid from Blackfoot, Idaho who had a face like a Roman god and a little penis like David. It was after I was sent into the field in northern Japan that I really went crazy for the boys around me. I had managed to control myself and curtail masturbation while I was in Provo, but one in Japan I had to spill my seed as I longed for the young men I served with. My first companion--as the Missionary system calls the young man that you are asked to work with 24 hours a day--was a not-so-bright kid from eastern Washington who had a bulbous little reddish cut cock. I then was paired with a guy, again from Utah, who had a very average, boring member that did nothing for me. I was soon transferred to the countryside and had my first Japanese companion. He had a dark uncut cock--and I was not used to natural men--that I saw when we went to the hot springs, which we were not supposed to go to as missionaries. My next move was to a somewhat large city, known for its mafia ties, where I lived with three other missionaries. My Californian companion was a little slow--having been in a terrible car accident as a child--but had a gorgeous butt and the biggest package I had ever seen through the ceremonial underwear that we were required to wear. I complained that I had bad back and was granted permission to go to a local sauna, were I confirmed his size and was able to gaze extendedly at the giant cock on my new companion. I stayed up nights gazing at him sleeping, and occasionally got up the courage to touch his package through his garments on a few if my sleepless nights. But the first boy that I got to touch in the flesh--the first post-pubescent man that I ever fondled full on--was not my companion, but a kid from Colorado, one of the other missionaries we lived with. It happened on a trip to the big city for a conference when we were all sleeping ass-to-toe on the floor of a small apartment. I had seen this missionary's cock several times when we had drawn a bath together--erotic but very guarded. On this night, jammed together in the floor, I got up the courage to put my hand down his pants while he lay sleeping. After confirming that he either didn't notice, was to scared to say anything or liked it and wanted it to go on, I pulled his trembling virgin cock out and jacked it to orgasm. After he came, I licked my unclean hand and nodded off, expecting to sent home from my church mission because I was a gay boy-molester. But the next day the missionary from Colorado acted like nothing happened and we all played a rousing game of baseball. My next companions included a truly dumb kid from Salt Lake with an eternally swelled cock, a very good looking high school football star from Colorado with a tiny penis and an evil kid again from Bountiful, Utah that had a long thin thing but such a black heart that it gave me no joy to look at it. All in all my missionary experience was great. I learned much about the world and myself and did a lot of growing up. It was also as a missionary that I became certain that I was destine to love men. I am so thankful for the wonderful Church that raised me and kept my nose clean as a kid, and then sent me to get my grasp around my first boy cock. I am also grateful to the shy kid from Colorado. But more that anything, I wish that everybody could experience such an amazing spiritual and sexual awakening all at the same time. Mail any comments about this absolutely true story to gajin_ossan@hotmail.com